The real party is in my pants but you are invited to the one in my fucking sickbay for starters

[sharpestscalpel]

Got a message from 'Fleet command today, looking for Pike and what the hell is he doing and blah blah Empire business blah.

Uhura handled it before Chekov could flub it. Those two are turning into a dangerous pair. I've had three castrations to, well, it ain't like you can re-attach that shit when it's been pulverized. Chekov does some dirty fucking work, man. Good kid.

Other than that, ain't nothing going down. I figured we'd be seeing hell and weird shit after that whole scene in the brig but Enterprise has been quiet lately and Kirk is hanging on just as tight as he can to keeping his breathing and his beating fucking heart inside his fucking body.

Time to bust out some music, I think. Make the nurses dance a bit. It ain't easy to shake your fucking ass to Tom Waits but that ain't exactly my fucking problem, now is it?

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[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

I am beginning to think you don't like me, Chompers.

[len-not-spock.livejournal.com]

It's not a matter of like or dislike. It's a matter of fucking self-preservation.

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

I ain't made move one against your boy or you. You paranoid?

[len-not-spock.livejournal.com]

Bill has a tendency to give a little too much sometimes.

Caution is not the same as paranoia.

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

Uh-huh.

[len-not-spock.livejournal.com]

I note that you never got back to me when I gave you the chance to explain certain things to me.

So excuse me if I'm not entirely sanguine about the idea of entrusting one of the most important people in my life into your care.

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

Chompers, I got me a sickbay to run. Things got busy and then I plum forgot.

[len-not-spock.livejournal.com]

Uh-huh.

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

And I got bored. You want to have a fucking philosophical debate about it? Your mind is already damn well made up.

[len-not-spock.livejournal.com]

I was willing to give you the benefit of the doubt. By now, yes, there is no question for me that there's something wired decidedly wrong in your brain.

Whether you have the insight to appreciate that, however, is another matter entirely, and would be rather key to how I perceive you as a person.

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

I can appreciate all sorts of things. Right now, I appreciate that I am jerking off in my office and yet I am still trying to get you to ease up on your fucking boy. I do NOT appreciate that it is negatively impacting my handling, if you know what I mean. So if we can table this for about half an hour, I can get back to you.

[len-not-spock.livejournal.com]

Respectfully: Go screw yourself.

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

WORKING ON IT.