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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.

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-epic! quests!
("I lost my keys, help me find them" totally counts.)
-found family tropes
-slow build ships

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-non-con

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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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