On Notice (LJ entry)

My, fucking my, how the rats do scamper when the goddamn landscape changes.

It’s shitting delicious, I tell you goddamn what.

Oh captain, my motherfucking captain, I’m sure you’re reading this and I won’t say a word against your lovely brown ass. Just stay out of my damn Sickbay and we’ll continue to get along fine.

I am taking the rest of the damn day off for some personal business. This right here is going to serve as a notice: Die quiet or just don’t get fucking injured in the next few hours because Sickbay is closed and I am busy. I don’t give a shit what favors you think you can trade.

DO NOT DISTURB, ASSHOLES.

Moving Day (RP)

It was easy enough to empty sickbay out. Most of the wounds coming in were superficial – the real power struggle would take a few more days while alliances and allegiances shook themselves out of the wash. Uhura looked good in the chair and she’d already held it – with a knife blade so lazy from Chekov that the whole defense would have been an insult to the assassin if he hadn’t gurgled out his last breaths onto the floor at Uhura’s booted heels.

McCoy motioned to the last of the nurses and they scattered to take their positions in the halls. It wasn’t that McCoy trusted them. It was that they damn well knew better than to try anything on him or he’d make them wish he’d killed them before he fucked them.

Now it was just a matter of getting Kirk out the door. He hadn’t given the man any warning – it was more fun to keep him guessing.

The probes opened the door to the iso room at McCoy’s approach.

He was smiling.