Oh, Jim's well aware of the percentages and COUGH - bullshit - COUGH that Spock likes to stack behind his 'logical' deductions. That he is always so prone to this self-sacrificial streak - well, Jim's not buying what he's selling, he never has. He trained it (mostly) out of his Spock, and Jim'll be damned if he doesn't train it out of this one, too. The needs of the many outweighing the needs of the few in some scenarios, well, he could accept that - he had accepted that, when he took a risk he would never allow men under his command to take - but when there was a way, any other way? Absolutely not.
Regardless, Spock's premise is faulty, though he has not given voice to it (probably because he knows.) No one life was worth more than any other, fullstop. Even if one did engage in that kind of thinking - there's no one who would agree with Jim being worth more than Spock, by any metric. No one.
If Spock were here, and I were there, what would he do?
"Oh, we've definitely got to rectify that when we get out of here," Jim grins, all teeth, and resist the urge to bump his shoulder against Spock's - they're not wearing the protective layer of their uniforms to make the gesture friendly and not an imposition. "You'll like it. Bring your sample kit and you'll have a blast."
Spock gets to fondle plants, Jim can roast marshmallows. Wins all around. It's a pleasant distraction from the climb in front of them, but not one Jim can indulge for long; another piece of the platform falls away with a distant splash in the water below, and he squares his shoulders with determination.
"Something like that." Jim's amusement holds, even as he steps between the ridge, turning so he's facing right, the left half empty - he won't be able to stretch across both on his own. "You're familiar with how the puborectalis muscle functions, I take it."
Jim gestures behind himself, committing to a half squat in demonstration; he's pretty sure Spock will pick up his point, camping experience or not. "If we stand back to back, I think we'll be able to brace and use each other for leverage."
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Regardless, Spock's premise is faulty, though he has not given voice to it (probably because he knows.) No one life was worth more than any other, fullstop. Even if one did engage in that kind of thinking - there's no one who would agree with Jim being worth more than Spock, by any metric. No one.
If Spock were here, and I were there, what would he do?
"Oh, we've definitely got to rectify that when we get out of here," Jim grins, all teeth, and resist the urge to bump his shoulder against Spock's - they're not wearing the protective layer of their uniforms to make the gesture friendly and not an imposition. "You'll like it. Bring your sample kit and you'll have a blast."
Spock gets to fondle plants, Jim can roast marshmallows. Wins all around. It's a pleasant distraction from the climb in front of them, but not one Jim can indulge for long; another piece of the platform falls away with a distant splash in the water below, and he squares his shoulders with determination.
"Something like that." Jim's amusement holds, even as he steps between the ridge, turning so he's facing right, the left half empty - he won't be able to stretch across both on his own. "You're familiar with how the puborectalis muscle functions, I take it."
Jim gestures behind himself, committing to a half squat in demonstration; he's pretty sure Spock will pick up his point, camping experience or not. "If we stand back to back, I think we'll be able to brace and use each other for leverage."