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Starfleet had been working him to the bone, and in many ways Kirk hadn't been entirely sure he was even getting much done. Starfleet had already sent him on more assignments than he could be bothered to count and even more where he had been monitoring potential threats in the universe all while seemingly being held by an invisible leash by his newfound employers. And even still? They had been fast to assign him the role of Captain, but yet he was a Captain without a crew.. more specifically his crew those brave men and women he relied upon with his very life. It was safe to say, in some ways things had not been looking up. While it was easy for Kirk to get by and manage, there was an odd sense of loneliness he had found himself falling into when not a soul there had seemed to be from where he had called home.
Currently, instead of the lights and the glam of the Overcity, Kirk had found himself in the Undercity of Elysium instead. The Divebar 69 being his spot of choice as he had been comfy at his barstool as he favored a red colored drink that had tasted like a campfire and had burned just as badly going down. It hadn't been the best, in fact, it was awful. And yet, he was trying to save face and not appear as a total ass to the bartender who had recommended it. " Say " He spoke up, in between a wince that had followed as that next sip had been forced down. " What did you say this drink was called? " He raised his hand slightly as the bartender who had large oval eyes and faint purple skin had walked past him. " It's called a Sunny Day. " The bartender said as he slipped away to pour another a drink.
" Imagine that. " Kirk mused to himself, at least one good thing? He learned that the faster he drank it, the less it burned like the sun. He may have been just a little down in his dumps, a rare place but something certainly on stranger to the Captain as he had sighed and pushed his drink a bit further away from his grasp. The bar had been slowly filling with people and while he considered leaving, there was a part to him that enjoyed that extra company as a source of unknown music began to play and fill the room. It was a cheerful tone, but not anything like he had been familiar with. He raised his hands and rubbed his temples gently as fingertips then brushed along the form fitting black top he had been wearing beneath his gold and blue trim Starfleet jacket that had been fully unzipped and worn lazily around his frame. He had an assignment in the morning, a meeting with some fellow Starfleet Officers somewhere in the Undercity, but he'd get around to that when it was time. Until then? The night had still been young enough.
@Leonard McCoy starts are never my friend, but let me know if there's anything I should edit! :)
May 16th y110
In some ways, it wasn't that bad. "It" being an all-encompassing term for whatever grievance was rustling under his skin at a given moment. "It" could be worse. Rent, his patients, the ruffian neighbours he was saddled with, the beer in his mug. And with time, those things all started to feel like normalcy. It took a good two months but he was starting to feel at least a little more at ease. There were still bouts - he still had bad spells, like probably most - that feeling of being alien, not being where he belonged. Wasn't entirely too strange for him; hell the crew was abducted in part at least once each time they encountered new alien life. It just happened that this time he wasn't brought back. Yeah that...that was something he'd had to contend with. In those early days he'd really thought that he'd find himself beaming into engineering with ol' Scott guffawing with pride and Jim smirking like that, like he always did and they'd all have a good laugh about it.
Never thought he'd ever miss that sick tingling down his spine of the transporter beam, but hell, he did.
Even so, it could be worse. He believed that. At least he wasn't out of his mind or bedridden with depression. He'd found a purpose here, something he could do. He was helping people, and that let him cope. If he thought about those kids on the street getting scuffed and shot at he didn't have to think about how Jim was holding up without his head surgeon. If he put his mind to studying new sample viruses he didn't find himself worrying what in the hell would become of Spock. Not like most doctors knew what to do with him, with that bizarre body he had.
At the Divebar 69, he had all the more reasons not to think. The 'tender knew him well enough - not cause of any trouble from him exactly but the odd guy got himself in bad scuffles and wound up at the clinic to get fixed up. He also knew some of the regulars, had a couple passing acquaintances there. So as he sat at one of the further tables he smiled and waved at the odd fella and lady he recognized, downing his bitter bourbon. Wasn't anything like the stuff back home, but he'd gotten used to it.
He watched some young buck at the bar - real boyscout looking type, if boyscouts were lazy. Had the cut for it but his uniform was rumpled and haphazard on his shoulders as he drank his poison. Didn't look any bit happy, either. Bones had a private little chuckle to himself as he watched the guy engage the barkeep. He was polite as irate patrons came; not too poorly tempered at all. It was just too bad he was sitting...there.
That spot at the bar wasn't reserved, nothing like that, but there was one particular regular that Bones knew...not quite from visits to his clinic, but more...well. More as the cause of the visits, the guy that ended most of those fights. Started 'em too. Not the kinda guy he liked any; unpleasant all around. And cause luck was a fickle woman who liked to have her funnies just the same, that lug of a man was there. Saw some wise brat in his would-be throne and didn't like it. Bones sighed, gulping down his second beer as he watched the big guy approach the blond fella. He shook his head and set his drink down with an ill-tempered harumph.
"And there goes hoping I wouldn't have to work late tonight." @Galaxia You did just fine this is great! Lemme know if this post works too...aheh [/hr]
So the big man may have already had it out for Jim even before he had stolen his seat. That had been another story however, one that involved Jim, a certain woman of the bigger man, and a wink. That had been brushed off as a misunderstanding, but this had not been something so easily to wiggle his way out of, and in some ways, Jim had no real intention to dig himself out.
The man had been looking for a fight since the Starfleet Captain showed his face there, maybe he was jealous? Maybe he hadn't taken kindly to new guys? Whatever the case had been, he felt the floor shift under his feet as the man stood uncomfortably close, the feel of his hot breath against the back of his neck had made for Kirk to drink down the remaining portion of his fiery drink and pull himself away just by turning the barstool just a bit to the right.
" What can I do for you? " It was coming. The bartender seemed to know when he gripped his rag, some of the patrons at the bar had seemed to know as suddenly everyone had moved back just a little in the most subtle ways possible, and a silence had fallen over the barroom. Kirk had known too, the fire in the man's eyes had been raging all over a seat.
In the man's defense, everyone knew it was his seat. Kirk had too, which had helped in his choice to sit there. " There's plenty of empty seats available. " He said with a certain cheer in his tone. Maybe the tone had further deepened that hole he was burying himself in, but before he could say even more he had found himself shoved from the barstool with so much force he tripped over his own leg and toppled to the ground.
" Okay. " So that was that. Kirk had picked himself up from the ground while the man had been coming at him like an angry Klingon. It was easy to say from a spectators view that Kirk had been at a great disadvantage. Although, that also hadn't stopped him when he rolled his shoulders and took a sucker punch at the oncoming man that made fist collide against the larger foes jawline.
Maybe a fight was something, after all he could just not return to the bar again anytime soon until it all blew over. For now, he had put up his balled up fists and waited to see what was going to come next from the big man that had so wanted a piece of him.
Bones could feel it, the wild shift of the atmosphere as it happened. There was this immediate dread that hung around the patrons, and some anticipation too. He could tell from a cursory glance which fellers were out to watch a fight and which had a day job to get to the next day and were really hoping they could get out without a scrape. Saw a few poor saps glancing at the exit, but nobody dared get up. And that kid with the shitty boyscout look?
Oh that brat was reveling. Bones didn't have to be any kinda empath or know any of that Vulcan voodoo to tell he was looking at someone who took great pleasure in poking the bear. Just like that he felt a mild wave of nausea, brought back to the antics of a certain reckless Captain, antics that usually left him with fifteen crewmen filling out Sickbay if not the Captain and First Officer themselves. Damn young brats like these didn't have a damn clue how fragile they really were. Ego too big and head too thick and full of heroic nonsense. And sure enough, sure enough, the kid got trounced real quick, shoved right off the stool like he was a fly. Bones watched three tables clear out as some folks closer to the door made off while there was still time. But him, well...he was a doctor, after all. Couldn't go nowhere till he figured out who needed fixing up. Probably it was gonna be this kid.
He did make a good comeback...and hell, despite himself Bones could enjoy watching the musclebound ape get a good knock in the jaw. He was a bully, wasn't like that seat was reserved or none, but he was stronger than the rest and that usually meant he could kick whoever he wanted around. Even if Bones wasn't one for fighting, he could agree the guy needed to get taught a lesson or two. And it was...well. It was too early to say either way, but he might well get what was coming this time, if that kid could be nimble enough and pack a good whallop.
The thick-headed ape had taken a few stumbled steps back from the shock, massaging the spot where his jaw got socked. Where Bones was, he would've heard if anything broke, but there were no such loud clicks so he was still all in working order, and now he was back for blood. The guy made a real nasty face and spat on the floor, real ghoulish attitude, before he stomped forward to get real close to that blond kid, going for a good ol' one-two gut punch.
"You're gonna regret that you piece a shit. I'm gonna wipe the god damn floor with your ass."
There were a few loud whoops from rough-minded drunks that were watching. All Bones could do was fight the oncoming migraine and watch. @James T. Kirk
He had to show some face in that scuffle. The punch that had landed on the big man's jaw had been something Jim had done his damnedest not to laugh about. He instead kept a straight face and blue eyes locked on the intended target. Of course, keeping his eye on the target had been one thing, but even Jim hadn't seen that sudden onslaught paired with a threat coming at him. The man was faster than what Jim had expected, before he had known it, he was meeting those burly fists of his with two gut punches that for a second, had made Jim swear he may choke on his intestines. The threat had very much been valid.
He let out a gasp because well, he had no choice. The air had been forced out and Jim had bitten down on his lower lip when he tried to displace some of that pain. He took a few steps, at least going back to that saying that was as old as time itself.. ' walk it off! ' It hurt like hell, and he'd likely find some bruises and the further pain to haunt him in the morning. He hoped. The worst case, he had a broken rib or two. That was nothing to hold him down, he'd dealt with worse before. The only real kicker? Bones was always there to patch him up, this time? Not so much that he had been aware.
The real problem was that despite that, the Captain had a knack for taking a beating and yet he still continued on regardless. This bar fight hadn't been any different, even with the bartender who had now been barking threats at the two while his patrons were exiting the establishment one after the other. " You don't hit so hard. " And there it was, Jim let that insult just linger there for a moment when he waited for his opportunity.
He did a few dragged steps, maybe he was just embellishing that ache in his gut a little more than it needed to be. Oh, it hurt a lot. It hurt to breath. He really should have just fled and accepted that he was getting his ass handed to him in what was turning into a short but very hard hitting fight. But alas, that sort of idea of losing really hadn't appealed to Jim.
He finally stood once more from how he had previously been hunched over. His breathing had gone back to normal and his little circle dancing and otherwise staggering around the bar had come to a halt. Instead, the Starfleet Captain brushed off is jacket and let the attire slip appropriately back upon his shoulders when he rolled them. Yet again, he set himself up for that proper fighting position with fists raised and eyes on him. The man may have had his brute strength, but even so Jim had the speed that the man hadn't quite had. Once more he went in, but this time he had delivered a gut punch of his own.
He doubted it had that 'oof' like the one the man had, but it had he imagined at least a little something to open up when he really planned to do when he slipped behind the man in those couple of seconds and put his arm snug against the mans neck and other hand was used to properly position him. He wasn't out to kill anyone, but the sleeper hold he had implied he hoped would be just enough to calm the beast.
Or, the man could just throw him like a bad apple. That had been another option that had popped up in Jim's mind when the plan had unfurled.
The boyscout kid took a pretty hard fall from that punch; looked winded as hell, and hopefully that would be enough to drop him for good and end the fight. But of course, the brat was running at the mouth, still poking the proverbial bear. It was always kids, always the young guys that had something to prove. Damn twenty somethingers gave him a nasty headache. Probably not near as bad as the aches that kid was gonna suffer some few hours later, though. Maybe he felt tough now, but bodies weren't made to be punched like that.
To his credit, he was pretty tough...managed to get up, managed to sock another one into the guy though it didn't do much more than trip him up a bit. He was a rabbit facing off on a bear; had the speed, sure, but he just didn't have the strength to topple nobody that size.
But maybe that wasn't what he was going for.
It became apparent as the blond circled round behind with an arm round the big guy's throat - not a bad choice, gave him the upper hand in a fight like this. Just like that, the tables had turned. The big guy was coughing now, scrambling to grab onto the arm that had him in a tight hold, trying to get out of the choke it was putting on him. As a bigger guy he probably wasn't used to being put in this position; he was the aggressor, knew how to throw a good punch but not get out of a hold.
By now, though, Bones had had enough.
He stood up, slamming his glass down hard on the table, noting the way the barkeep winced, but right at the moment he didn't care. Glass didn't break, but the loud slam sure got attention, even as Bones stomped up toward the two, glaring hard. He kept a bit of distance, just in case somebody decided to throw something at him. Wouldn't be the worst thing to happen.
"Arright, that's enough outta you two. Acting like damn children. The both of you better wise up right now or I'll put ya both out myself." He was only half bluffing; much as he wasn't one to throw into a fight if he didn't have to, he was also a doctor. That gave him certain knowledge - like just what pressure points to hit to incapacitate the bastards if he had to. Right now, though, the larger concern was the...smaller, of the two. That firecracker blonde, who still had the big guy in a tight choke. He just hoped the brat's cockiness had limits. Bones didn't want to get any more involved than he had to.
Whatever he was hoping for, though, it seemed unlikely to come to pass; Biggy took advantage of the sudden interruption to take a stomp at the blonde behind him, clearly trying to make him loosen the hold enough to slip out and finish the job. At this rate, though, he was just fast-tracking himself to losing consciousness, in a hold like that.
Well...if that was how they put an end to the fight, then so be it. @James T. Kirk
Obviously Jim hadn't been out to kill the man. Although, he did want him to sleep off the grumpiness maybe for just a little while. What had resulted instead was a slow but gradual decrease to the bigger man and his need for violence. Jim on the other hand, had to hang on tight for his dear life. The man was a lot bigger, so much so that when he stood at his full height Kirk could no longer feel his boots on the ground. He was helpless, but then so had been the man who had punched him too.
This continued for a short time, or a long time if you were to ask Kirk. The sounds in the bar had dulled as some had taken to watching, and the slamming of the glass upon the table from the good Doctor had been something that had captured Jim's attention when he turned towards it. It was that distraction that the larger man may have had for an advantage. As the Doctor threatened the two, Jim originally had no intention to release him, at least not until he was no longer capable of pulverizing him.
Yet, as blue eyes looked to the man. That stomp from the larger man he held on to had come and Kirk had lost his gripping just enough that he now risk either grappling the man all over again, or making a lunge for his jugular. The latter being the last thing Jim intended to do. Instead, he fell to his feet and then no sooner against a table when the fatigue that had set in from that fight and from the pain had really began to take over his younger body.
Now he hoped that larger man had felt the same, or if he were right back on track to continuing that ass beating regardless of the man's warning. " How about we call it a draw? " No trash talking there, if anything Kirk was being honest. " You can keep your seat. " He grabbed his gut instead. It was amazing how when adrenaline began to falter it was when real pain started to show itself. Still the fight hadn't been over, if only now that Kirk had to make sure that the big moron hadn't wanted to go after the man who had put a stop to their fight.. or tried to stop it.
Hn. Well. Seemed like it wasn't gonna end in a fight...which was for the better, really; much as Bones was very much capable of putting either of these snappy bastards down, the simple fact was that he'd much rather not wrangle with a bear or a weasel if he could help it. He'd wondered for a quick minute if that kid was gonna try something real stupid, but....he was the first to offer truce. Bones had glaring eyes on the bigger fella, and while he made no show that he was gonna pursue, the right bastard sure made it clear there wasn't gonna be no second chances, cracking his knuckles good and loud and leaning in toward that blond kid with a growled, "Try it again, and I'm taking you out for real." Though Bones knew a bluff when he saw one. Guy was big, and sure he could win in a bout of fisticuffs, but had that chokehold kept on for much longer, he would've been the one to drop from a lack of oxygen. Wasn't hard to tame a bull that size.
Though he did still think that kid was a fool idiot for going so far over...nothing. Really, nothing. It was clear he'd taken a good hit from that fight and now that it was over, the pain was starting to seep in. Bones let his shoulders sag, eyeing the both of them. That bigger fellow was probably gonna be fine; bodies didn't bruise so much when they were built that way. But this guy took a good one to the gut and there was a decent chance he'd gotten something fractured. Bones stepped forward, getting up in the brat's path. Had to take the opportunity now, or else the guy would just wander off and find some lady to chat with. Couldn't let him go.
"Well. If you got nowhere to sit now, how 'bout you come join me. Wasn't with anybody, but I could use the company. Let's go."
He didn't really leave any room for argument, taking him with a grip under the fella's arm and giving him a bit of a yank toward the table he'd been watching from. He passed a glance to the barkeep, sympathetic with a small smile. "Two drinks over here, if you don't mind. And you," He fixed the blond with a tougher look, stopping once he'd reached his spot at the table, "sit still. I'm gonna have a look at you. You're lucky I'm a good doctor." @James T. Kirk
It took every fiber in Jim to not say more than he should have when that larger man had attempted to go out with a threat. Instead, the Captain had mustered up a smile at the man that had turned into a smirk as the burly bastard had gone to the door. He wasn't at all ready to admit that it had been the end. Oh no. That large man was surely going to be keeping an eye out on him and it was only a matter of time before the two were busting up another bar in a brawl.
For now though, Jim had taken a gasp of air that came with a feeling that he was being stabbed at the same time. Yes. He was hurting, and maybe the delivery had been slow but it was certainly something catching up now. In the meantime, he barely had enough time to even respond to the good Doctor before he felt himself already being led to the nearby table. " That sounds like a good idea. " Kirk had said, his voice a bit aloof if only because he had gone to looking around to make sure no one else had any qualms against the man reaching out to aid him.
He wasn't entirely in the hurt though, his steps did follow while he was lead and all but nearly fell into his chair when they had gotten there. " Are you drinking that other drink? " Jim half smirked, a slight sway in the chair if only because it hurt a little less to sit like that. " I could use one. " He didn't drink often, but on a day like this it certainly was necessary. At least for as long as it hadn't been that drink he was drinking previously again. Oh that was a hot nightmare.
When the Doctor spoke to him once more about sitting still, Jim had froze. " That's not the first time I've heard that. " Eerily so, Bones had said that to him so often whenever Jim had to be in the Infirmary for whatever recent brawl he'd had or encounter that had just gone south quickly. Man. He missed Bones. He missed his whole crew! In some ways, this Doctor had given Kirk that quick feeling of nostalgia again causing him to smile. If Bones were here? He'd tell him how stupid he was.
" I think I may have broken a rib.. or two. Or three. " He was no Doctor however, no. That was best left to professionals like the man aiding him. " You better watch yourself too, big and ugly may come looking for you next. That guy is always looking for a fight. " Kirk may have been elsewhere by then, all of the Cosmic Wilderness he had places to be. But it hadn't meant he wanted the person catching the heat for a battle Jim had started.
Still, he stopped moving around and waited to see what the verdict on his pain would be, if it were major or something he could hopefully sleep off.
The boy scout really was all cheek. Just a pile of jokes, this one, from clowning around and throwing fists with a man like he were some sort of wild dog, to this very moment, smirking through his bruises and everything. In the end he was probably just some wisecrack good natured type who just wanted a bit of fun to liven up the day. Not that he'd chosen a particularly good venue. It stopped bein' funny when outside folks were scared outta enjoying their evening with a good drink and some company. Bones just heaved a grouchy sigh, watching the blond very nearly slump into the chair.
Bones took a seat himself, rummaging in the bag strapped at his side. "When a feller orders two drinks out the blue, it's not usually cause they're both for him, unless he's particularly blue. Thought some liquor might do you some good after that. Call it my medical diagnosis." Eh...maybe he was a little cheeky himself today. Least now that it was over and there didn't seem to be any chance of a fight erupting right this moment. He leaned forward with a little smirk. "Listen here. It's not always that I'll buy another feller like yourself a drink. I'd usually reserve that privilege to a pretty lady. You're what I'd like to call an exception to the rule."
He was good-natured, figured it was better to make nice than chastise him when the worst of it really had been the bruises those two had sustained, to their bodies or their egos. Finally, though, Bones had found what he was looking for in his bag, pulling out his medical tricorder. He quirked a brow at what almost seemed like a sense of familiarity from the guy. It...wasn't exactly exclusive, either; Bones had been doing his best to ignore it, but that boy-scout, smart-mouth, smiling attitude was just a little too much like...
Symptoms. Bones let himself think about that, focusing on the complaints his patient had even as he calibrated his tricorder. He could've deduced as much even without the tricorder; punches like that packed a whallop. He did smile a bit at the warning, shaking his head. "I appreciate the warning, but see, the thing with a fight is that I have to fight back. If a guy like that's coming after me, my best defense is to run. I got no ego to bruise, dipping out of a fight. Now let me have a look at you..."
He held up his tricorder, pausing only a moment to squint at the man. This was...well, it was par for the course in terms of technology here, but it was still unnerving to have an unknown bit of technology poked around. So, he held it up.
"What I've got here is called a medical tricorder. I use this sensor here to collect data on you - " He held up the small, fingertip-length red dot that detached from the end of the device itself - "and it tells me all about you. Insides and outsides. I'll be able to tell if those ribs are cracked or really busted up. So, if you're alright with a cursory scan, I can figure out what's wrong with you."
Well. At least physically. @James T. Kirk inb4 "what did you say your name was"
" An exception? I can toast to that. " The gesture was appreciated, Jim wanted to let that be known at least. The old man was looking out for him and the Captain certainly appreciated that too. The idea that he could have gotten himself killed hadn't been lost to him, especially not with a giant sized bully who was more like a feral dog in some ways. The man had tussled with him before, but yet Jim continued to still pop into the venue when he had the off days to do so. Why? He kind of enjoyed it, in a sort of 'I like this dump' way.
The drink that had been bought for him was raised to his lips and the taste had made him actually shiver in place at first. The drink wasn't too terrible, but the unexpected pain of it going down had been a whole other story. It made him wince, even as eyes had reopened to look at the man who reminded him an awful lot of someone, although he could also admit he'd never seen the man in his life. Did that make much sense? For Kirk it had. There was a strong sense of familiarity that made him feel like he was in good hands, and that was more than Jim could ask for.
" If I see any pretty ladies I'll point one out for you. " He had chuckled, which also hadn't felt all too great but he winced and attempted to just carry on as though he hadn't felt a thing at all. Apparently, the tough guy act only went so far. After so long, the Starfleet Captain may have been more like a child denying that they hurt themselves to avoid the ire of their upset parent.
He nodded however listening to the good Doctor, the man had been right. It would have been wise to have backed out, but then that also meant that big and ugly would have won and thus continued his chokehold over the bar and those within it. " It's not in me to back down. That man has been hassling everyone here for awhile and they're all too scared to stand up to him and he knows it. " The tone had been more serious that time, even if Jim had fully understood what the Doctor had meant too. If it were in his nature? He'd have high-tailed it out too. Especially before he was in the pain he was in!
When Kirk had seen the tricorder, his blue eyes had gone wide when he recognized it. " Hey, is that.. " He held his breath when the tricorder had been explained to him, furthering his realization that it was very much technology that had been familiar to him. Jim had been on the opposite end of the tricorder more times than he cared to count! And in many ways, he had also now felt that familiar and welcoming sense of his own technology he'd been used to looking him over. And more, the man behind it all. Was it? Nah. There was no way in hell it was possible.
But yet, it was a nagging feeling that Jim couldn't shake. " Normally I get a name before I end up on the other side of a tricorder.. " The Captain cheerfully teased, at the expense of his own poor ribs.
Bones couldn't very well tell just how injured the brat was from that scuffle, but at least he had his sensibilities about him, enough to crack wise. Out the two of them, Bones had probably wrangled down the better of drinking partners, so he supposed he was at least off to that advantage. But, even just from a superficial view, it was pretty clear somethin' wasn't right with the blond's insides. Seemed like just taking a drink had him reeling a bit, and the laugh had him just as much. Definitely bruised his internals at minimum. If he thought there was a breakage in his ribs, too, well...that was probably accurate. Still, he smirked up as he took a sip from his own drink and nodded. "Not that I don't appreciate it," he murmured, setting his drink back down as he started fiddling in his bag for the tricorder, "but I reckon you'd sweep her off her feet for yourself. You seem that kinda guy."
There was a playfully accusatory tone; really he didn't mind, but when an opportunity arose to be a gentleman, he certainly wasn't opposed. Even so...the resemblance this kid had to a certain Captain was uncany. Maybe he was a bit on the young end...but a rascal like this here could certainly turn into another Jim Kirk in a few years' time. Hell, if that uniform of his was real and he was part of whatever "Starfleet" had materialized here, then maybe he'd even get his own commission. Certainly had the right attitude to him to make Captain. As much as he'd come across like a brat horsing around, there was an honesty to the whys of that little fight. Wanting to put a bully in his place wasn't a bad reason, even if he'd executed it somewhat poorly. Not having backup was just bad planning.
Blue eyes flicked up from the readings as he noted a sort of...familiarity. Maybe the kid knew what a tricorder was after all. Hell...wouldn't it be something if he were some young lieutenant pulled from another ship. Ah, that was asking for too much to be true, but it put a smile to his face all the same. He narrowed his gaze as the blond laughed again, shaking his head.
"None of that, unless you want to bruise it even more. You're right about one thing, you've got broken ribs. Looks like four, but it's not so bad. I got tools to fix you up, but not here with me. Didn't come prepared for a full brawl. So if you're for it, once we finish our drinks, I might take you back to my clinic. Get you fixed up proper. But I suppose you've got a point about me, ain't been showing proper manners. Name's McCoy. Doctor Leonard McCoy. And I reckon-" he murmured, resetting his tricorder and putting it back in his bag, "that it's only fair I get your name, too."
He merely smirked at the comment. Jim hadn't been the sort of womanizer to steal women from their men, but he also couldn't deny that maybe twice or three times, that one had 'failed' to tell him of another relationship and he often found out too late when he was making a mad dash in his boxers. He'd had a couple incidents like that in the Starfleet Academy, although he didn't often get into too much detail with his friends. It wasn't their business, and uh, he also didn't want to be reminded of just how stupid those ideas may have been in the first place!
Kirk had gone silent at that point, but that had been for two major reasons. For one, the Doctor had been examining him and he thought small talk would have only taken away from the man diagnosing a potential injury. Even if Kirk had been in denial, he was positive that something was messed up, broken, dislocated,something. And he also had just been in pain. It hurt to talk, it hurt to laugh, hell it hurt to breath. And yet the latter was something he had no choice but to do unless he wanted to pass out in some ugly bar instead, and that hadn't been an option he was willing to take.
That sense of being near someone familiar had continued too to pound in his head. The Doctor was just so familiar as if he had known him for years. It was easy to see it, the way he spoke, his manners, even his body language had reminded him so much of his friend who had still been on the Enterprise. And so Kirk laid back into his chair some as eyes closed after pairing up to the ceiling. For now, he listened to the man talk. " Four? " Wow. He thought at least two. Apparently he was so broken he'd just failed to notice the other two had been wounded. Of course, at that point the pain had all been equaled and his chest had already been showing the signs of bruising.
" Oh trust me, I didn't come prepared either. " He gave a crooked smile even as he helped himself to another painful but satisfying sip of his drink. It wasn't his most victorious fight he'd ever been foolish enough to be caught up in, but Jim liked to think he won the war at least. For now on, that big man may have to consider that others may very well dislike a bully. " Let's do that. " He nodded, the idea of going to the clinic just seemed best. Yet, it was his name that he said that had really caused Jim to freeze for a moment. The name was familiar, even if by all means he had known him by his more popular name. " Bones? " He said it outloud, even despite the questioning. Yet, it made sense, The man had to be Bones. Was this the other? Was this man like the older Spock he had once met? " You're bullshitting me. " Any day he wouldn't have believed it, but this wasn't any other day..
For a moment, he had forgotten his own manners. He'd fumbled his words before recovering. " Jim... eh.. James T. Kirk. " He stared and for a good few seconds had forgotten about those aching injured ribs of his. Now. How was his 'friend' going to feel about meeting someone who was his Captain, but very much not his Captain? @Leonard McCoy The reveal!!