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I'm open to most things and absolutely open to questions! Feel free to contact me anytime if you have thoughts or concerns. I won't say no to shipping things, but first and always foremost, I'm an Epic Friendships with a Heaping Side of Adventure sort/maybe some blurry lines between romantic and platonic.

I am absolutely okay with:
-adventuring
-injuries
-epic! quests!
("I lost my keys, help me find them" totally counts.)
-found family tropes
-slow build ships

I am not okay with:
-death/major injury before discussion
-non-con

I have a whole list of things I love and would love to do and I am fond of fulfilling other people's wishlists.

aka come at me, bro, let's do the RP thing.

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The shuttle back to Earth took an indescribably long time after leaving the space dock. Two months in space and this was the part that felt unending. The trip had been a diplomatic success, Jim had maybe, accidentally, caused it, and commendations were great, but he really just wanted to be home. He ducking loved being in space, out amongst stars and rock and life unaccountable but as the trip had wound down, he was finding himself missing people who genuinely liked him, and didn't just hang around him because he was there.

That he could admit to himself.

It wasn't something he'd ever say out loud.

That he hadn't been able to get more than one or two messages to and from Bones was only a side note to an otherwise amazing summer.

He disembarked the shuttle with a smile and a slight bounce to his step as he waved goodbye to the crew he'd only slowly started to know. He stopped, dropping his bag on the ground and sucked in a lung full of fresh air.

It really was good to be home.

For all that when he first met Jim Kirk, McCoy had been perfectly happy to be a surly lonely old idiot, he certainly finds these times when they're separated to be a bit trying. Jim's like... constant annoying in-your-face sunshine when you're trying to sleep away the days and shirk all of your duties.

In other words, Jim is the antithesis to McCoy's sometimes odd bouts of hate-the-world depression. Him being gone is the first step in McCoy's backsliding to drunken depression. They both know it; they both never actually say it aloud.

So they both know that McCoy waiting on the ground isn't odd at all. He lifts a hand in a short wave. Welcome back, Jim; look, he even shaved.

Time. There was plenty of it to go around while they waited for the new ship to be constructed. Though, Spock never found him self bored or with out task, though they had no ship to sail the cosmos they all still had a mission to better life where they could and explore strange new worlds. That mission was how he and McCoy ended up on a remote moon. It had been colonized fairly recently, a lot of the terrain remained unexplored undocumented, which is where the half Vulcan science nerd comes into play.

At the current time he was assisting with a clinic that had been set up to do minor patching up of the inhabitants, a place to hold medical supplies and make sure no one was going to die from infectious disease. The first portion of the day had been busy. He was certain he had ushered at least a dozen children back to the doctor with various injuries from the mines that were being worked on the moon. It had slowed down, and that left Spock with time to look through the plated glass windows out onto what would soon be a grouping of homes. Progress he supposed.

It seemed that, after a long day of unending problems, minor grievances, sicknesses, and injuries, it was finally going to slow down a bit. His last patient -- a kid who'd managed to fall up a set of stairs and how did he managed that one? -- had left a few minutes ago and McCoy wasn't hurried about cleaning up and putting away equipment. Doing it slowly gave him a chance to take a breather.

Before long, he found himself wandering the compound -- and then saw Spock standing at the window, looking out over the new settlement. He came to a stop beside him, rocked back on his heels, and sighed before actually saying something.

"They have a long road ahead of them."

" They do, however, it would appear that the progress they are making is on track to be self sufficient with in the next five years. There will also be more colonists arriving next month which will provide them with their own medical staff," Spock still watching out the window, and seemed like he could have gone on a while longer explaining this or that when he was stopped first by a group of people outside that seemed to be rushing away from the sector that had been designated for housing.

He continued to watch for only a few more seconds before the lights went out in the facility they were in and a large explosion from the housing sector rattled the floor and the windows. Smoke was starting to find it's way into the facility. " Doctor?" his way of trying to make sure he was okay

McCoy was settling in to listen to Spock's commentary -- it seemed like he could go on for a good long while about this and McCoy was exhausted enough to just let him talk without trying to interrupt, for once in his life -- when things started moving a little too fast for his liking.

"The hell..." He stepped up closer to the window when people started running -- and then was sent stumbling when the building shook and went dark. His hand found the wall and he rode out the shaking there.

"Yeah," he said, answering Spock's unasked question. He's fine. "We gotta get down there."

Damn blowing up things whisking away a once in a life time chance for Spock to ramble at McCoy uninterrupted. Omce everything was still and Spock was satisfied that the good Doctor was unharmed, he nodded. " Agreed. Our chances of success will be higher if we assemble a proper team and gather supplies." fortunately enough there was emergency lighting which dimly lit the main halls,so at least back to the supplies wouldn't be completely dark.

That smoke was getting a bit thicker, though it could be easily written off as dust from the explosion it's self working it's way into the vent system.

"Supplies, I got. I did a quick inventory before I shut down for the day." He reached out to touch Spock's arm, directing him back toward the small clinic. The smoke and dust was getting thicker, which had McCoy worried. It wouldn't take that long at all to mess with their lungs. (Spock, given his Vulcan physiology, would likely bear it a better than a human could; that set McCoy a smidgeon more at ease.)

"Let's make it quick. We're gonna need some air."

The smoke and dust getting heavier was starting to concern Spock as well, more so for the Doctor, who was decidedly more human than he was. As they started down the hall conditions did not improve and Spock stopped. " Perhaps it would be best if you started down to the injured. I can gather supplies and meet you down there. We will also need to make notifications on what has happened here."

McCoy hesitated at the suggestion -- he didn't want to split up -- but when he started actually coughing a bit, he decided to take it far more seriously. He'd be no good to anyone if he collapsed in here. He dropped his hand from his mouth, where he'd had it in a vain attempt to filter the smoke and debris, and nodded.

"Don't push yourself, Spock." He pinned Spock with a glare. "I mean it. Don't even try. I can make do with whatever we can find down there if it gets too thick for you."

In this instance splitting up was the more logical thing to do, there was a crisis and it would be better if someone could get down there to help right away. It was the right thing to do, it would also get McCoy out of here.

He fixed McCoy with a look, he did understand that was his way of showing concern for his well being. "Hurry." he said before heading back through the thicker smoke towards the supply room.

He nodded and spun on his heel to jog down the corridor toward the nearest exit. The smoke was getting thicker and the lights were long gone, but he'd been spending enough time traversing these hallways that he had a pretty good sense of where he needed to go.

Not that that helped when he realized that he was headed toward a pretty substantial mess. McCoy pulled up short as he rounded a corner -- it had been getting hotter but, truthfully, he hadn't been paying all that much attention to it and damn him for doing do -- and found himself looking at hell itself.

Debris and flame blocked the exit -- not the only exit, thankfully, but the one closest to where he needed to be. He reversed course and headed back the way he came, communicator in hand. "McCoy to Spock." He coughed, cleared his throat. "That exit's blocked. We're gonna need another way out."

His communicator had been sounding but he could barely make out what was being said, he knew it was McCoy and it sounded like he said that the exit was blocked off. There was broken pipes kissing and alarms chiming. A window... there had to be a window or something in which.. " Window.." he spoke back into the communicator, barely holding back a cough from the smoke and other gasses being let into the air.

He was still stubbornly trying to gather supplies, that was after all what he came in the supplu bay for to begin with.

McCoy shook his head in absolute frustration at Spock's one-word answer -- and especially so at the cough that went along with it.

"Forget the aid kits, Spock."

Even with those big pointy ears he really couldn't hear over the noises coming from everything going off and hissing into the air. So, he did what he did best and moved it grabbing up supplies and was heading back down the hallway when there was a rather large explosion from the main supply room behind him. It was enough to knock him off his feet and into the wall.

"Damn it, Spock." McCoy shoved the communicator in his pocket when he realized that Spock wasn't even listening. (Or couldn't listen, as the case may be. He wasn't going to split hairs on that.) He turned and started in the direction that Spock had gone.

He took about two steps when the explosion sounded. It knocked him off his feet, but he regained his balance quickly. It took a moment to orient himself -- and in that moment, he figured out that Spock would have been closer to that blast than he. Cursing under his breath, he staggered down the hallway, arm over his mouth and trying his best to breathe something other than smoke.

His ears were ringing, and he was most certain that he was bleeding, but there was no real time to sit around and gather wits. As soon as he was able to get up and grab the bag with supplies he was heading down the hall again. At a slower pace as everything was still swimming. The smoke was heavy and he was certain that the Doctor had not taken his advice and gotten out through a window.

And in the smoke and din flickering lights he could make out the dark figure. " Not..wise." he said grabbing onto the wall.

McCoy was coughing almost constantly now as he made his way down the corridor. He kept his face tucked into the crook of his elbow, but that honestly wasn't helping much at all.

"Neither are you," he shot back (interspersed with coughs) before he even saw Spock. When he was close enough to actually help, he put his hand under Spock's elbow and used the leverage to make Spock lean on him a bit. "C'mon."

Breathing was difficult, it was even worse for the Doctor. He didn't even give a bland definition of what was and was not wise just to prove that he was not the unwise one in this case.

There was a slight grimace as the doctor put his hand under his arm. Only for a second as he half leaned and half dragged McCoy with him. Temporary facilities were never built with the specifications of long term buildings they were not meant to stand long term, what that meant is this whole place could turn into a fire ball at any point, and Spock was not wanting himself or his friend to see just when that point was. " You should have gotten out." he said between gritted teeth.

"Shut. Up." He had a whole rant built up with that, but the smoke had effectively taken his breath away and with it, his words. He pulled Spock along, not with a definite direction in mind but definitely away from the worst of the roiling smoke. Maybe they could break a window or something.

There was more of a rasp in his breathing than he would have liked and even less than ideal, the doctor was having a harder time than he was. He moved to keep pace with McCoy, time was not int heir favor. One or both of them would eventually pass out in these conditions. Breaking a window looked like a good option, but pardon him while he over thinks on things like if they would get hit would a back flash or not.

Believe it or not, McCoy is also a scientist and also a fairly intelligent man who sometimes retains the information he comes across, so a backflash? It had definitely entered his mind, but he was willing to risk it just to get out of here.

He wasn't going to make it much longer here; he wasn't getting enough good air. (He was already running through all the things he needed to do to treat smoke inhalation.)

He was coughing too much to really say anything to Spock when he saw the already spider-webbed window in an alcove they were passing, so he urgently patted Spock's elbow and pointed.

Scientist or not, Spock is also aware that in spite of McCoy's coming off as rather harsh, he would give his life trying to save any of his crew mates. They'd have to chance it, or resign to smoke that would take both of them before long. He looked to the spider webbed glass, and probably would have over thought the pro/cons if he'd not glanced to the Doctor. He would die if they didn't get air.

Moving out of the Doctors grasp he moved picking up the first heavy object he could find," Shield your self." was the only warning given before an end table from the sitting area was hurled through the glass. With the force he'd used he ended up on his knee on the floor waiting for the rush of smoke to be followed by at least some breathable air.

One day, McCoy was going to point out that tossing out a warning while actually doing the thing one was warning about does not actually a warning make. He barely had time to duck out of the way -- coughing all the while -- before Spock threw an end table at the window.

Well... that was one way to do it.

The rush of oxygen was heady and it did help clear away some of the dull grey at the edges of his vision, but it was also going to feed the fire as much as it was going to save his lungs a little grief.

"Gotta move," he said with a rough voice, reaching out to shove at Spock's shoulder. "Not a long drop. Go."

Well, to Spock that was a perfectly good warning given the situation was getting dire. The breath of fresh air also helped with the winded feeling he was getting. McCoy was shoving at his shoulder but logically thinking the good doctor was in far worse shape than he was.

"Apologies, your condition is far more critical than mine." He said in that sorry not sorry type of way he had about him before reaching his hand up and shoving the Doctor fairly aggressively toward the opening.

Had McCoy not suddenly been engaged in trying not to die by either fire or green-blooded idiot, Spock would have had a piece of his mind. As it was, he barely managed an indignant yelp before Spock threw him out the window.

Damn that Vulcan strength.

He did, however, manage to summon up a bit of that survival training that Jim practically forcefed him (by practically throwing him out of airlocks, much like what Spock just did with the window) and land fairly well.

Sorta.

There were a lot of rocks out there and while McCoy never really lost awareness, he did kind of... go away for a minute there when he tucked and rolled.

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