Premeditation
Apr. 25th, 2010 09:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sharpestscalpelThings were... McCoy sighed, pushed back from his desk and idly looked over at the bag still sitting wetly in the corner. Kirk's visit to Sickbay hadn't gone quite as planned. Nor had their trip to the gym. Kirk was getting better and it was all according to plan but Kirk giving him a goddamn nickname - hell, letting Kirk fuck him - hadn't actually been in the goddamn cards.
And still no word from Jos. It didn't worry him, but it did rub against his skin like fucking sandpaper that he wanted to hear from her. That woman. She never did do anything the expected way.
McCoy knew his limits. He wasn't ever going to be palatable enough for politics, especially now, especially after. Self-awareness was a goddamn fucking shame sometimes. But Kirk... he had that kind of face. Had that kind of spark to him, too. Lacked a certain damn vision but that wasn't the end of the damn world. Shitting politics. McCoy hated politics, preferred his own quiet management style, frankly, and knowing his fucking capabilities. But Jos had bigger plans and, if he was fucking honest with himself the way he goddamn well preferred to fucking be, he also preferred having her.
That was the goddamn shit-stained cunt rag of the truth of it.
He needed Kirk. Fucking hell, though - he liked the kid, too. That was always a damn piss-load of trouble. Kirk had a sweet ass and he slept like he'd never damn well shared space with anyone longterm. It was fucking interesting. And more useful than that green-blooded bastard ever would have been, especially given how things had developed with Pike. Assholes.
Fucking hell, handbasket and all.
And still no word from Jos. It didn't worry him, but it did rub against his skin like fucking sandpaper that he wanted to hear from her. That woman. She never did do anything the expected way.
McCoy knew his limits. He wasn't ever going to be palatable enough for politics, especially now, especially after. Self-awareness was a goddamn fucking shame sometimes. But Kirk... he had that kind of face. Had that kind of spark to him, too. Lacked a certain damn vision but that wasn't the end of the damn world. Shitting politics. McCoy hated politics, preferred his own quiet management style, frankly, and knowing his fucking capabilities. But Jos had bigger plans and, if he was fucking honest with himself the way he goddamn well preferred to fucking be, he also preferred having her.
That was the goddamn shit-stained cunt rag of the truth of it.
He needed Kirk. Fucking hell, though - he liked the kid, too. That was always a damn piss-load of trouble. Kirk had a sweet ass and he slept like he'd never damn well shared space with anyone longterm. It was fucking interesting. And more useful than that green-blooded bastard ever would have been, especially given how things had developed with Pike. Assholes.
Fucking hell, handbasket and all.
