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[hischair]

When: 19th
Rating: TBC
Characters: You!
Summary: A shindig at the beach for the best navigator in Starfleet.
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[ OOC: Feel free to assume your character has received an invite to the party via their inbox or word of mouth for Chekov's birthday! Everyone is welcome except you, Khan and presents are mandatory for the Enterprise's young navigator. Please tag under either section to keep the party somewhat ordered, and have fun! ]

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[medicos]

You say truce. I say I won.

[ but fine. fine, if you're gonna be like that. ]

Get off me before I drown, dumbass. You still don't know CPR.

[hischair]

You're the idiot who pulled me down.

[ Grousing, Jim rolls onto his back and spreads his arms, panting to catch his breath. It's nice here, aching with new bruises and a sky of stars above (even a fake one). His head falls sideways to stare. ]

We'll all get shore leave after this, I promise.

[medicos]

[ snorting. ]

Nah, when you get back, you'd be in rehab to get some muscle back in that flimsy body of yours, kid. Meanwhile, I go straight back to your crazy five-year escapade trying to keep myself sane while you're basically running around without a leash. No shore leave whatsoever.

[ bones lies on his stomach right beside him, toes digging on sand. ]

What did you get the kid?

[hischair]

Just something. [ Frowning, Jim leans up on a bent arm. Fingers poke at the sand which surrounds them, the waves washing away their own footprints and any trace of another soul, the closest nearby being way back at the bonfire. ] I don't like the idea of us going back to separate times. I don't want to forget any of this.

[medicos]

Always need someone to spell things out for you, don't you? We'll just make new ones, Jim. S'not that hard. [ lips curve into a crooked little smirk. ] If you take me to Italy, we can do this again.

[hischair]

I won't even remember that I said that though, will I?

[ Sitting up turns him into a slouched child, scuffed in wet sand and bearing more evidence of where he is than anything he could have faked to hold onto it. That's a little scary, that he wants to. ]

[medicos]

Probably not, but you're you, and I'm me. This conversation will pop up again, just like everything else that we've talked about.

[ jim, why is bones the one applying logic to this conversation? ]

[hischair]

[ Because the captain is upset. And sulking. And was very happy until five minutes ago. ]

Maybe.

[ On impulse, after a momentary pause, he swivels his head to say something which sticks in his throat. ]

I'm sorry I haven't gotten us home already.

[medicos]

There's no 'maybe' in it.

[ he pulls at jim's arm to get him on his back again. ]

No one's expecting you to perform miracles over and over again, Jim.

[ sure, he'd like to go home, they all do, but they could be in worse places. at the end of the day, he's got jim as alive and well as ever, and that's pretty much all that matters to him. jim is trying his best to get them all home, and there's nothing more that bones can ask of him than he's able to give. ]

[hischair]

I wish I could. [ He would in a heartbeat if it got them home. ] Or at least send Khan away.

[medicos]

[ a beat. ]

You could always stick him in a freezer. Think you can make one that's big enough?

[hischair]

As soon as I meet someone with enough hocus pocus to turn him into an icicle, I'll let you know.

[medicos]

[ he'd suggest ginny tbqh. ]

Don't even try to suggest that to Spock. [ a pause. ] Actually, go ahead and do it. Watching him bristle at the mention of magic being real is entertaining enough.

[hischair]

You guys ... [ Sighing, he gets to his feet and offers an arm to clasp. ] One day you'll throw me out of your playpen.

[medicos]

The playpen's only there because of you in the first place.

[ which is - entire accurate. if bones and spock were commissioned to be in the same ship without jim, bones' would've gotten a transfer at the earliest convenience. or break his hippocratic oath. whichever comes first.

he grabs the offered hand and follows jim's lead, brushing wet sand off him with his free one. ]

We look like idiots.

[hischair]

[ He pulls a face after hauling Bones to his feet. ]

We look like we made out like star-crossed lovers, get it right. I'm telling Spock you had your wicked way with me. Nice knowing you.

[medicos]

Sweetheart.

[ he grabs jim so that they're facing each other and holds his face in his hands. there's seriousness in his expression offset by the fact that one of his eyebrows is raised so far up his forehead that it almost seems like he's got none at all. ]

Let's not forget that I know all of your allergies, and if I were to shove a seaweed down your throat right now, you'd break out in hives faster than Spock can even find your cold, lifeless body that I'm going to bury under the sand if you even think about making letting those words come out of your mouth.

[ :)

then he shoves jim's face away. ]

Come on, I need another goddamn drink.

[hischair]

[ ... Kinda hot, not lying. ]

Let's finish off the barbecue, too.

[ :>!! ]

[medicos]

[ only jim, honestly. ]

Learn to share. Other people need to eat, too.

[ falls into step beside jim easily. ]

If we're gonna go to Italy, will you take me gondola riding, too?

[hischair]

I'll push you overboard.

[ Heheheh. ]

[medicos]

Then, I'll drag you down with me, honey.

[ win-win scenario for everyone. ]

[hischair]

Ah, l'amour.

[ Taking him with an arm draped around his neck, Jim steers them to the bonfire and back to their friends. ]