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WHO: James Tiberius Kirk and you
WHERE: All over
WHEN: September!
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Spock

[overemotionally]

[Okay so, their reunion hadn't gone exactly like Jim wanted it, dammit Miles. Jim still wanted to know what cosmic entity he pissed off to deserve that. Oh well.

He'd decided to pick up dinner from one of the places that Spock seemed to like (at least from what he'd gathered over the bond--he'd thought he'd felt a curious warmth when Spock was eating a dish from there) and was in the process of taking it out of its bags. Spock should be showing up any minute now--he was nothing if not precise.]

[overanalytically]

[ Sure enough, there's a knock on Heropa #3's door only seconds after the hour changes. ]

[overemotionally]

[Jim rolls his eyes as he grins to himself at that precision. He opens the door. His eyes seemed to light up.]

Hey. Picked up something already so we didn't have to waste time.

[Jim was hungry.]

[overanalytically]

[ Spock's own neutral expression slides into one of more (sort of) open surprise. ]

You have? [ he asks with some slight caution. Jim's been getting better at knowing more about vegetarian meals, but ... well. ]

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[Jim leads him towards the kitchen where smells are starting to waft from. He looks over at Spock.]

What? It's something you've had from there before.

[It's an eggplant dish if Spock cares to look. There's a separate container that's Jim's meal--that one has chicken in it.]

[overanalytically]

[ Spock can actually smell Jim's meal before he enters the house, hence his hesitation; the meat was overpowering the eggplant. Spock seems to relax on his way into the kitchen though, now catching the scent of his favored meal. ]

Indeed I have. Thank you for arranging our evening meal.

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[There's already utensils laid out and Jim sits, looking up to make sure Spock was following his lead.]

Figured you'd wanna eat soon after you got off work.

[He digs into his container without bothering to scoop it onto his plate first--he's not planning on having leftovers anyhow.]

[overanalytically]

[ Spock is following behind him, taking the seat across from him. Jim does get a raised eyebrow at his haste, but at least there's no comment. Spock silently and politely dishes his own meal onto a plate since that was Proper to do. Surely by now Jim has noticed that Vulcans are meticulous when it comes to ... well, everything. Consuming their meals included.

He eats relatively quietly, but there is that trace of warmth coming through the bond when Spock takes his first bite. Apparently Jim guessed right on that. ]

[overemotionally]

[He can't fight down that return warmth of triumph at having gotten that kind of response from Spock. He eats in silence for a while too and it's comfortable. Even the couple of days they spent apart, Jim noticed how strange it was not reaching out for Spock's presence over the bond. It'd only been a few months since it was established but dammit, he'd gotten used to it quickly.

He finishes his whole meal in about 10 minutes.]

So...given any more thought to living together?

[If Jim from 1 year ago could look at Jim now...]

[overanalytically]

[ Spock eats a bit slower so he's not quite finished when Jim is.

His fork actually pauses on the way to his mouth when Jim asks his question, hovering above his plate as he looks at Jim. ]

... I have, [ he says simply, after a beat or three. ]

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[Jim waits for a couple of beats. When nothing more is forthcoming:]

...And...?

Bar and Peace

[morethan084]

[Daisy just finished making someone's drink when she looks up to see a familiar face entering the somewhat empty bar.]

Hey you. Long time no see.

[overemotionally]

[Well that's a pretty familiar face. Jim has a motorcycle helmet under an arm as he takes a seat at a barstool right in front of her. He flashes her a grin before gently placing his helmet at his feet on the ground. He leans forward, elbows on the bar.]

It really has. What've you been up to?

[morethan084]

Oh, you know, making drinks.

[And killing people against her will back home. Totally not going to bring that up though.]

Nice weather for a ride.

[She hadn't been aware he drove a motorcycle but that really wasn't very surprising either.

Right. He was here for a reason.]

What can I get you?

[grumbling]

[ tonight, mccoy decides to drop by unannounced with a bottle of whiskey from a shop. the last time jim tried to organise a get-together, it ended up with him storming off in a huff and the doctor had to buy his own drink.

talk about a bad night.

he raps his knuckles on his door before letting himself in, calling out to his friend: ]

God help me, you better be decent in there.

[overemotionally]

[Jim had been reading at his desk, feet up, crossed at the ankles. Jim frowns at the voice he hears then looks at his comm. Had he missed a message?

...

Nope. Bones just decided to come over. Okay.

He turns the book over on the desk, font side down to hold his page, and gets up. He was, in fact, dressed decently, but...well, this would be a hell of an opportunity to mess with his best friend.

Jim grins wickedly to himself as he goes to the wall of his room that sits adjacent to the foyer...

And phases right through it on Bones' left.]

You could have given me a heads up you know.

1/2

[grumbling]

[ there are plenty of things mccoy is scared of: uncharted territories of space, hostile aliens, new diseases that could effortlessly wipe out the entirety of the human race. despite this, he isn't a man with a nervous disposition and didn't bat an eyelid when he faced the man who killed Pike, but it's not a good idea to startle him either.

catching something phasing through the drywall at the corner of his eye is enough to make the doctor jump of his skin. unfortunately for both men, the porter gave him the power of flight, which accidentally propels him up toward the ceiling. he smashes his head on the lightning fixture and the bottle slips from his fingers, shattering on the floor. ]

[grumbling]

[ rubbing his head, mccoy floats back to the floor and surveys the bottle of whiskey now spreading across the carpet. face twisting into an expression of humiliated rage, he whirls on his foot and confronts his best friend. ]

Goddamn it Jim, that cost me twenty dollars!

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[The reaction is so much better than Jim anticipates that he bursts out laughing on the spot. Surprising Bones and getting to see his power in action? He couldn't have asked for more.

Although when Bones turns on him, he tries to tone it down a little bit but that grin is still there. He slaps a hand on Bones' shoulder.]

So we'll get another one. I've got a bottle somewhere.

[Not as good as the whiskey now currently soaked into the carpet though. He's trying so hard not to burst out laughing again.]

[grumbling]

You're unbelievable, Jim.

[ mccoy huffs, looking at the hand that slapped his shoulder and wondering how many fingers he could break. it's a good thing he's sort of fond james kirk and his shit-eating grin. ]

Now here I was planning to make sure you weren't crying into your pillow and getting all dehydrated and you... wait. How did you-- now, wait a damn minute kid! Why didn't you ever tell me you could walk through walls!?

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You never asked.

[And he's just barely hiding his teeth from a full-on shit-eating grin.]

You of all people should know by now that I'm full of surprises. Glad I finally got to see you fly though.

[But now what Bones had said earlier catches up with him. The grin fades a bit and he looks uncertainly at his friend.]

What the hell are you talking about, crying?

[grumbling]

Maybe because I have this little thing called common decency. Hey Jim, I know we've all been kidnapped by some crazy computer, but what did they shoot you full of when you got here? Beans that can make you fly or beans that can make you shoot lightning from your fingers?

[ now itt's mccoy's turn to flash a wicked grin. ]

Oh you know. Spock and his ninety-four days of living a one big fat lie. You know, when I wanted him to act more human, I didn't mean like the chumps that can break up relationships. Golly, I never knew that pointy-eared goblin had it in him.

[overemotionally]

I'd think that'd be one of the first questions you asked me when you get somewhere where you suddenly have superpowers! Now watch your feet.

[Listen Bones, don't blame Jim that you didn't think to ask what freaking superpowers your best friend has. But Jim holds an arm out to make sure Bones doesn't step past it.

Jim stamps one of his feet on the ground and a portion of the floor seems to flicker in and out of existence a couple of times...and the shattered glass and whiskey on the ground disappear--fall through the ground, it seems. The floor re-solidifies and Jim pulls his arm down.

When Bones starts talking more and turns the conversation back to that incident, any trace of amusement leaves his face. He grabs Bones by the shoulder and pushes him towards the wall that he had just popped out of. It must look like Jim is about to shove Bones into the wall--

But at the last second, a cold chill is sent through McCoy as he phases neatly through the wall and is in Jim's bedroom. Jim is right behind him, and they both must be solid again because Jim leans back against the wall they just walked through, arms crossed and not looking too pleased.]

You don't understand what happened.

[grumbling]

[ mccoy comes to a dead stop when jim starts messing around with the floor underneath them and scowls darkly. he doesn't like transporters and he doesn't like whatever this is even less. he opens his mouth to object when jim grabs his shoulder and shoves him toward the wall.

he expects the thud of a hard wall, not the coldness that courses through him and he releases a sharp, ragged breath when he phases through the wall and into the next room. he immediately starts patting himself down, making sure everything is still where it's supposed to be, while looking around the room with wide-eyes and then back at jim leaning against the wall. ]

Do that again without warning me and I'll box your ears, Jim. I don't care how old you are. [ he tries to sound threatening but it comes out weak. ] Damn right I don't understand. You stormed off, remember?

[overemotionally]

[Jim gets a grim bit of satisfaction seeing his friend freak out at the sudden demonstration of his powers. Jim's face is set in a pissy frown, brows furrowed.]

Yeah Bones, thanks, I remember. Point is, we discussed things and it's fine for now, got it?