It's good to see Jim, too, and McCoy's smile widens. He always feels better when Jim's around. Sure, Jim gets him into all kinds of horrifyingly terrifying scenarios, but the boy has a talent for landing on his feet.
...then McCoy raises an eyebrow at that particular shove. The only person who gets to shove Jim around is himself, and maybe Spock or Uhura when Jim's being particularly a) annoying or b) self-sacrificial or c) stupid or d) all of the above.
(He loves and respects his captain. Hell if he's gonna say it too damn loudly, though.)
"What do you think the consequences'll be if you choke and turn purple?" McCoy drawls, and it's not as flippant as it sounds. Wouldn't be the first time they've had to fake something in a cultural event so as not to cause some kind of interplanetary public relations disaster.
It's so much easier to face the unknown when you have good people standing by your side - and the two of them, they've always been through the thick of it together. Bones, for all his prickly exterior and freely sharing his grievances (something Jim appreciates, even if he doesn't say it in as many words), is good in a crisis and/or hostile situation. He would argue that half the time, he doesn't so much look for trouble as trouble finds him, but he knows he'd be outvoted on that one.
"I wouldn't think that would make for a very interesting competition," Jim points out, again looking to the clipboard lady. "Can I be, I don't know - a presentation judge, or something? People do that, right?"
"Hoping you kept that DNR I signed on file," He jokes, though the sardonic grin gives way to genuine apprehension as someone approaches the table with a covered plate.
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Certain muleheaded starship captains have a talent for finding trouble all by themselves, though it might be possible to push McCoy to admit that sometimes, sometimes, the shit Jim finds himself in isn't always a hundred percent caused by him. Only sometimes.
Hell with it. McCoy palms a hypo. If he can get close enough to stab Jim in the thigh with it, it'll knock him out for a few seconds. Long enough for McCoy to yammer and clamour and yank him out of harm's way.
He hopes so, anyway.
"Like I'm gonna let you get away from a lecture that easily," he says cheerfully enough as the plate approaches. He flashes his hand at Jim, hoping the other man'll pick up on his intentions.
Works for me! He's picking up what you're puttin' down ;)
He can work with sometimes! His shit-stirring has gone down by about 80% since becoming a Captain. Okay...60%. Fine...he'll settle for 40%. Still.
Jim's gaze immediately flicks to Bones' hand, familiar enough with his body language to get the gist of what he's planning - which is only confirmed when he sees the flick of silver, definitely a hypo that will probably be a pain in his ass - he suppresses the groan of annoyance, gaze turning wry with amusement.
"I remember all the important parts already! 'If it's pink, rethink' isn't really helping me here." Jim over-exaggerates his hand gesture, hitting the cup of water laid out in front of him in what he hopes looks like a genuine accident. It pours into his lap and over the table, and this time when he jumps up out of instinct, he isn't immediately smacked back down - hopefully that gives Bones the opportunity to stick him.
"Oh - no I'm so sorry - " Jim bemoans loudly, while the stagehands running this racket rush in to try and save the platter and clean up.
Along with everything else, Jim has a heart the size of a planet and a blinding intelligence. Both of those are why McCoy'd follow him into hell and back (but would really hope that Jim'd stop going there).
Jim's expression softens into a certain acceptance, and McCoy laughs inwardly, just a little.
He snorts at the rhyme.
"I'll work on a couple more for ya. Jeez, Jim, watch what you're doing!"
McCoy leans in to place a supportive hand on Jim's shoulder. There's enough of a clatter and general commotion that the hiss of the hypo shouldn't be audible - he hopes.
"Jim!"
Mock fear as he grabs his friend. "We ought to sue the pants off you people for endangering him with all his health problems! I'll take care of it, don't you worry - this time!"
Aw, what fun would that be? Jim's gotta keep it interesting, he'd hate for Bones to get bored.
The stick of the hypo bites into his skin, and Jim stifles the involuntary curse - it doesn't actually hurt that much, but it's just an ingrained reaction at this point to hiss and curse him out whenever it happens (and it happened a suspicious amount; frankly, it seems to be one of Bones' favorite pastimes). He twitches, biting his lip to stop any noise - but he doesn't think anybody notices.
The effect can't be delayed more than ten seconds, his vision already starting to blur, throat swelling and closing up, turning his breathing into a wheeze. He's glad for Bones' guiding hands, ushering him away from the scene of the crime; Jim's not sure he could see where to walk by the time they extricate from the table.
He thinks they bought it, or they probably wouldn't have allowed them to leave. Jim coughs, sucking in as much air as he can. " - the hell did you give me - !"
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...then McCoy raises an eyebrow at that particular shove. The only person who gets to shove Jim around is himself, and maybe Spock or Uhura when Jim's being particularly a) annoying or b) self-sacrificial or c) stupid or d) all of the above.
(He loves and respects his captain. Hell if he's gonna say it too damn loudly, though.)
"What do you think the consequences'll be if you choke and turn purple?" McCoy drawls, and it's not as flippant as it sounds. Wouldn't be the first time they've had to fake something in a cultural event so as not to cause some kind of interplanetary public relations disaster.
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"I wouldn't think that would make for a very interesting competition," Jim points out, again looking to the clipboard lady. "Can I be, I don't know - a presentation judge, or something? People do that, right?"
"Hoping you kept that DNR I signed on file," He jokes, though the sardonic grin gives way to genuine apprehension as someone approaches the table with a covered plate.
please choose if you want this to work (no godmoding here! also am happy to edit <3)
Hell with it. McCoy palms a hypo. If he can get close enough to stab Jim in the thigh with it, it'll knock him out for a few seconds. Long enough for McCoy to yammer and clamour and yank him out of harm's way.
He hopes so, anyway.
"Like I'm gonna let you get away from a lecture that easily," he says cheerfully enough as the plate approaches. He flashes his hand at Jim, hoping the other man'll pick up on his intentions.
Works for me! He's picking up what you're puttin' down ;)
Jim's gaze immediately flicks to Bones' hand, familiar enough with his body language to get the gist of what he's planning - which is only confirmed when he sees the flick of silver, definitely a hypo that will probably be a pain in his ass - he suppresses the groan of annoyance, gaze turning wry with amusement.
"I remember all the important parts already! 'If it's pink, rethink' isn't really helping me here." Jim over-exaggerates his hand gesture, hitting the cup of water laid out in front of him in what he hopes looks like a genuine accident. It pours into his lap and over the table, and this time when he jumps up out of instinct, he isn't immediately smacked back down - hopefully that gives Bones the opportunity to stick him.
"Oh - no I'm so sorry - " Jim bemoans loudly, while the stagehands running this racket rush in to try and save the platter and clean up.
bless him, BEST captain
Jim's expression softens into a certain acceptance, and McCoy laughs inwardly, just a little.
He snorts at the rhyme.
"I'll work on a couple more for ya. Jeez, Jim, watch what you're doing!"
McCoy leans in to place a supportive hand on Jim's shoulder. There's enough of a clatter and general commotion that the hiss of the hypo shouldn't be audible - he hopes.
"Jim!"
Mock fear as he grabs his friend. "We ought to sue the pants off you people for endangering him with all his health problems! I'll take care of it, don't you worry - this time!"
Time to drag Jim off around a corner.
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The stick of the hypo bites into his skin, and Jim stifles the involuntary curse - it doesn't actually hurt that much, but it's just an ingrained reaction at this point to hiss and curse him out whenever it happens (and it happened a suspicious amount; frankly, it seems to be one of Bones' favorite pastimes). He twitches, biting his lip to stop any noise - but he doesn't think anybody notices.
The effect can't be delayed more than ten seconds, his vision already starting to blur, throat swelling and closing up, turning his breathing into a wheeze. He's glad for Bones' guiding hands, ushering him away from the scene of the crime; Jim's not sure he could see where to walk by the time they extricate from the table.
He thinks they bought it, or they probably wouldn't have allowed them to leave. Jim coughs, sucking in as much air as he can. " - the hell did you give me - !"