Goddamnfuckshittingcuntface

[sharpestscalpel]

Chekov can't hold the con by himself. Uhura is helping, just to keep some semblance of peace, while Sulu is still recovering. Usually, an attempt like that would have ended with him dead or in the brig instead of in my sickbay, but with Pike and that goddamn pointy-eared bastard gone, the chain of command has gone to hell.

Word has reached the rest of the crew that we're dead in the water. Well, dead in the vacuum at least. Which is not an image of comfort. Nor should it be; space is disease and danger wrapped up in darkness and silence - what the fuck did these little dipshits expect?

And did they expect the Empire to gift wrap them like fine fucking crystal before sending them out into the void? Everyone's all squeamish just because Sulu has weeping patches of skin infection. I told him to take care of those grafts but no. He figured it'd be just goddamn peachy to fuck some tail and completely ignore that the fluid barrier is just good sense. You don't go rubbing someone else's wet stuff in your own damaged tissue.

I mean, for fuck's sake, I thought it was a well-known rule:

If it's wet and sticky and not your own, don't touch it.

Or at least don't be surprised when you pick up some nice little foreign bacteria and they start eating your flesh.

Which reminds me, I need a booster vaccine against blood-born pathogens and the rest of the crew need their shots. Now's as good a time as any.

Comments

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

Sure do like turkey, ma'am.

I don't generally threaten. Not much fun in it.

[emma-mccoy.livejournal.com]

I swear, you look just like him. Though honestly, do you kiss your mother with that mouth?

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

My mother's dead, ma'am.

[emma-mccoy.livejournal.com]

Oh. I'm sorry. My condolences, then.

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

It's okay, ma'am. She deserved it.

[emma-mccoy.livejournal.com]

Deserved it? ...Was she a bad mother?

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

You could say that.

[emma-mccoy.livejournal.com]

You poor thing. No wonder you're so wound up tight.

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

It's true, one never really recovers from something like that. Or so my psych courses told me.

[emma-mccoy.livejournal.com]

Can't imagine what she put you through. Tsk. Tsk. I never could understand others who put their own children through abuse.

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

Human mind is an interesting thing.

[emma-mccoy.livejournal.com]

It is indeed. Though my specialty isn't in psychology. You'd have to ask David on how the human mind works. He's the doctor between the two of us.

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

And what do you do, ma'am?

[emma-mccoy.livejournal.com]

Nothing right now. Used to teach and did research in osteology.

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

I take a certain interest in bones myself. Why nothing right now?

[emma-mccoy.livejournal.com]

Oh nothing right now is due to a long and rather confusing story. What kind of interest in bones?

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

Let's call it structural integrity.

[emma-mccoy.livejournal.com]

Really? Prosthetics? I did quite a bit of research in prosthetics before I...well you don't need to know about that.

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

Oh, now, you're just teasing.

[emma-mccoy.livejournal.com]

Teasing about what? I really did do research in bioengineering!

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

I meant about the thing you seem to keep bringing up and then not telling me about. Now I'm all curious.

[emma-mccoy.livejournal.com]

Trust me, it's so crazy that even I'm still trying to figure out what happened.

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

I've got two ears.

[emma-mccoy.livejournal.com]

The long and short of it is that I've died a while ago. But somehow I'm alive and breathin' here. Isn't that crazy?

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

Really? To borrow a turn of phrase: Fascinating.

Nothing like second chances?