[Private Post - Bones and Kirk] -- [Knock to Enter]

[kirktastic]

Come on in, Bones. I forget I even have this office sometimes. *gestures to the bottle on his desk* Look what I even won off of Scotty. Yea, I know we're supposed to be on duty, but like hell I can get through this story being completely sober.

*eyes the chair in front of his desk, then leans forward* Have a seat.

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[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

Not gonna talk about how I just stood there and let it happen. Not right now, okay? I still get nightmares about it.

*voice is calm, even* Okay, you found someone. Tell me about it.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

...You know I've forgiven you for it, right? *gives me a serious look*

You know there's two Spocks on board right now... our Spock, and the older one... but did you know there's a third one?

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

That makes one of us. Not now, alright? *looks back at him*

*nods* Yeah, he stopped me when we were still on Earth, the day we got our commissions. Didn't say much to me, just wanted to wish me good luck. *shrugs*

I don't know, it was just kind of creepy. *shakes head* Sorry, this is supposed to be you talking. Go on.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

You should have met him when I did. He saved my ass. I was being chased by this... this thing.. I'd have to show you a picture of it for you to believe me. He turned around and recognized me immediately. Of course I had no idea who he was. But the way he said my name... like... all the relief in the world was in his voice.

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

*makes fist at comment about being chased*

Relief... *nods slowly* Yeah, I can believe that... especially after- go on, keep talking.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

So he tells me who he is... I called bullshit, but... he knew me. Little things about me. Like where I was born, about my mother... I had to believe it, even if I didn't want to.

Then... he.... *silence, fingering the glass* He did... it to me. *voice going very quiet*

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

What did he do, Jim?

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

*shoots the shot down, shuddering*

Vulcans... can do this... thing. He put his hand on my face and suddenly, I swear by any god that exists Bones, I was in his head and he was in mine.

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

He went inside your head - and you didn't tell me immediately! and he was inside yours.

*stiffens, sitting straight* Did you know that was going to happen or did he just reach out and put his hands on you?

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Sorry, sorry. I should have told you, alright?? Actually, I sort of wasn't allowed to tell anyone... *runs his hand through his hair*

I didn't really KNOW what he was doing! I saw him reaching out and he told me that he could tell me faster this way. Then he whispered something... Something like... "My mind to your mind..." then... BAM. It happened.

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

Did it hurt you? Did you feel- *swallows* -invaded in any way?

Please, please be honest with me if you've ever told me the truth tell me the truth now...

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure... how to describe it. *stares down at his glass* Invaded? Oh, yea. We're all alone in our heads. Having someone else in there? S'like an invasion. It didn't hurt, not like... getting punched or cut or something... *just goes silent, remembering too much*

It hurt because he was grieving. Such grief, Bones... like... I've never felt such pain. This guilt, this grief... Spock, as emotionless as he wants to be, feels deeper then we do. He watched his whole planet die... and this Spock? He believes its all his fault. That six billion lives were destroyed... all his fault.