As the CMO for the Captain James Kirk of your own timeline, to whom my own alternate self is First Officer, you are adept at medical treatment for Vulcans, correct?
Had I required medical attention, I would have "led" with that. However, noted. My apologies.
Negative. I simply wish to be prepared in the unfortunate circumstance I become injured or fall ill.
One of the numerous reasons I serve aboard the USS Enterprise is the fact that Dr. M'benga and Nurse Chapel are the only medical professionals in Starfleet highly knowledgeable in treating Vulcans.
Edited (IGNORE THIS EDIT I JUST MADE THE WORDING MORE LITERAL) 2025-05-03 17:01 (UTC)
( is it really all that shocking? vulcans are a private people, in his experience, and the destruction of their home world was an immeasurable loss not just of lives, but also of culture, of science and schools and medical knowledge. spock is still one of the only vulcans in the fleet in his time.
mccoy feels guilt gnawing at him, sudden and deep, irrational as it might be. that is not a topic of discussion he looks forward to broaching, at all. )
I understand why you're concerned. Is there anything you believe I ought to know?
Dr. M'Benga served his internship and residency on Vulcan. He has imparted much of this knowledge to his staff, though Christine is the only one to have retained enough of it to see to my regular care. As I am the only Vulcan in Starfleet currently and Vulcan doctors are transported alongside traveling diplomats or similar on other vessels, it is a low priority for others to attempt as a specialty.
[ does he notice he first-named christine in this particular message? whatever, it doesn't matter. anyway there's a short gap here where spock considers all the bullshit that discovery and also snw so far have put him through and decides on: ]
My health is currently optimal and I have no long-term conditions that are necessary to disclose. I would find having a record of this status as a baseline to be agreeable.
[ damn a guy who simply asks for a checkup to have his medical file accurate. what a man. ]
( he hasn't actually met his roommate yet, elusive as they've been. really, mccoy can't blame them, not all that eager himself to bunk with a random stranger plucked out of the cosmos.
when he sees the cat lazing on his bed, he stops, perplexed. the door was latched, after all.)
Well now, who let you in? ( he asks it softly, his chuckle gentle. shut up, he's a sucker for animals, and indeed comes right on over. carefully, sitting down to extend a hand and rub under its little chin. ) You're gonna get fur all over the duvet..
yeah so he needs those few moments, maybe even a little more, frozen where he sits on the bed. )
... shapeshifter. ( mccoy blows a breath out. magic. good lord. after another moment, as cat-that-is-loki settles into his lap, he ventures to pet his fuzzy nape, and cradle the small head in his hand with wonder. )
I'm all sorts of magic, [ he says primly, tail sweeping around his haunches and paws beginning to knead at the top of leonard's thigh. ] Though it's been a while since I used it for much. [ .. other than holding the whole multiverse together, but he's not getting into that.
he lets his chin sink into the fingers cradling it, green eyes shutting and a tiny ear flicking once. ] I don't sleep much, but this bed smells like you.
[ and he has no one here he really trusts yet, but.. leonard comes closest. ]
So I see. ( very gently, he rubs his thumbs along loki's cat jawline, and scritches behind his ears. he's terribly fond of any small furry animal— a feeling that apparently extends to the shapeshifted form of a one night stand.
a smile tugs at the corner of leonard's mouth, pleased and a little embarrassed, a little touched by the unexpected sentiment. or maybe he's just reading too much into it. very possible. but also.. )
You know.. I'm all but done for the evenin'. ( he really had planned to just relax and read until he dozed off. maybe. ) You could stay.
[ oh, that's a good spot he's found. he arches his neck into the scratches, but his eyes open again at the offer, and he turns his head to peer up at him. there's a moment, as if waiting for leonard to be offended, after all, or to retract the offer, or tack on a request.
when nothing comes, he hesitates a moment longer, then rises from the human's lap, stepping daintily off. one second, he's a cat-- and the next, it's loki seated next to the doctor, dressed in loose blouse and trousers. ]
You ought to be careful encouraging me like this, [ he warns, hooking a bare foot over one of leonard's ankles. ] Some people here would tell you I'm dangerous. They're technically not even wrong.
( the transformation makes him shiver, the shift from delicate feline to tall, sturdy man. it's a power unlike any he's seen before, even after everything he's witnessed here so far.
some might be put off by it, by the difference in their worlds and their backgrounds too great. leonard has barely tested his own court-given skills, that surge of sudden energy he can tap into for himself and others. it's alien, uncomfortable.
he slides a hand over loki's knee, and gives it a faint squeeze. good thing they both share the trait of stubbornness, right? )
Well, to them I'd say: I can judge for my own self. ( it's a mild reply. ) How about that?
I worked with him at one time. [ "worked with" is a bit of an exaggeration, given loki was also tortured and semi-brainwashed, but admitting that much would soften what loki did on midgard. ]
And yes, it's true. This was long after I parted ways with him, but he eventually wiped out half of all existence. A group of people on Midgard were able to undo it, but not without loss.
[ normally, loki likes to lick his metaphorical wounds in private, but leonard is.. different. they only have their history here, and loki doesn't have to be strong around him, or wicked, or a god. he can just be loki, whatever that even means anymore.
so sometime after midnight, a familiar, sleek little black cat slips into the human's room, padding on silent feet up to the bed, then leaping up onto the mattress. by the time his back legs have landed, his body has changed, becoming the long, lean form leonard is most familiar with. drawn, exhausted, struggling with a series of emotions he's not quite ready to put a name to, he slides beneath the sheets and tucks himself in against the other man, long legs tangling with his and arm curling tightly around his waist.
he pushes his nose against the center of the human's chest, breathing in the familiar, comforting scent of his skin, and slowly, his shoulders relax, his body easing into the mattress and leonard's body. ]
Sorry for waking you, [ he murmurs, hushed in the relative darkness of the room. ] I wanted [ needed ] to see you.
( always a light sleeper, it was the soft impact of feline paws that woke leonard first. it was the shift of weight, light to heavy, that told him who it was, that made him smile sleepily despite the lateness of the hour. he let himself fall back into a trusting doze as loki slipped in beside him, as he made a fair impression of spanish moss, and as leonard squeezed his leg between his knees and threw an arm around his shoulders, holding his lover close. )
Hmm? ( he drops his head to brush a kiss to the top of loki's head, rubbing slow circles between his shoulder blades. leonard finds himself murmuring back to him, his voice still low and rough with sleep, ) You're fine, darlin'. 's fine..
( he plants another kiss that turns into an affectionate little nuzzle. )
[ he should never have let himself get so attached, he knows. he shouldn't encourage leonard's affection, knowing how much harder it's going to be to go back to his duties in yggdrasil. when he leaves this place, he's going back into isolation-- alone, utterly, forever. having this now, having seen love and devotion in clint's face, knowing what he could have had were things different--
he aches, weary beyond belief, feeling hollowed out with grief.
but then leonard calls him darlin', sleepy, and his arm winds around him with an immediacy that's almost like instinct, and a sigh shudders out of loki. his own fingers curl, clingy, needy, and he tips his chin up enough to press a kiss to the hollow of the human's throat. ]
I was outside being an idiot, [ he murmurs in response, soft and dry, bumping his nose against leonard's collarbones. ] I'm glad that you're you.
( he thinks he hears a heaviness in loki's sigh, the exhaled breath curling warm over his skin. there's tension, too, beneath the press and palpation of leonard's fingertips, tightness he works at with an idle focus. asgardians can't avoid keeping their stress in their traps either, apparently.
curiosity quirks his brow. his eyes open a sliver, finding loki's face a pale moon in the darkness. )
I'm glad I'm me too. And I'm glad you're you. ( his hand stills, settling at the base of loki's head, a warm cradle of his palm and fingers. ) Though I disagree that you're an idiot. What's on your mind?
[ what's on his mind? where would he even start? he should make a silly excuse, let leonard go back to sleep. it's nothing he should weigh him down with, especially given that this is--was--supposed to be.. casual. it's too late for loki to lie to himself that it's still casual for him, but that doesn't mean he has to ask more of leonard than he already gives.
it's on his tongue, even. nothing. he's fine. go back to sleep. but then he tips his chin up, sees the familiar, soft eyes peering down at him, and he folds like paper. ]
( worry pricks at leonard in the silence before loki answers, holding his tongue on the urge to coax out whatever's bothering him, whatever's made him cling and shiver and look so lost. how did they get here? and why, oh why, does it make something in his chest ache? )
Clint?
( it isn't a response he expects, a line appearing between his brows. no face comes to mind at first as he strokes loki's hair and thinks, examining the various interactions he's had here, the different people he's crossed paths with in the castle and the village. )
Oh. ( his fingertips tap a light rhythm into loki's skin. ) 'Hawkeye.. Archer Guy'? On the network? ( the hand he presses between loki's shoulder blades is suddenly, mildly protective. ) Did something happen?
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This query is unrelated to immediate need, of which I have none.
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Yes, I know how to doctor Vulcans. Is there some need you're anticipating?
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Negative. I simply wish to be prepared in the unfortunate circumstance I become injured or fall ill.
One of the numerous reasons I serve aboard the USS Enterprise is the fact that Dr. M'benga and Nurse Chapel are the only medical professionals in Starfleet highly knowledgeable in treating Vulcans.
tw: destruction of vulcan mention
But that's insane! Only two in all of Starfleet?
( is it really all that shocking? vulcans are a private people, in his experience, and the destruction of their home world was an immeasurable loss not just of lives, but also of culture, of science and schools and medical knowledge. spock is still one of the only vulcans in the fleet in his time.
mccoy feels guilt gnawing at him, sudden and deep, irrational as it might be. that is not a topic of discussion he looks forward to broaching, at all. )
I understand why you're concerned. Is there anything you believe I ought to know?
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[ does he notice he first-named christine in this particular message? whatever, it doesn't matter. anyway there's a short gap here where spock considers all the bullshit that discovery and also snw so far have put him through and decides on: ]
My health is currently optimal and I have no long-term conditions that are necessary to disclose. I would find having a record of this status as a baseline to be agreeable.
[ damn a guy who simply asks for a checkup to have his medical file accurate. what a man. ]
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as soon as the door shuts behind leonard, the cat baps the bed with a paw. that sure is a come-hither. :) ]
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when he sees the cat lazing on his bed, he stops, perplexed. the door was latched, after all.)
Well now, who let you in? ( he asks it softly, his chuckle gentle. shut up, he's a sucker for animals, and indeed comes right on over. carefully, sitting down to extend a hand and rub under its little chin. ) You're gonna get fur all over the duvet..
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[ he gives the human a few moments to absorb any potential surprise, then slinks right into his lap. ]
I hope you don't mind terribly that I invaded your space. [ it's surprisingly comforting. ]
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what.
yeah so he needs those few moments, maybe even a little more, frozen where he sits on the bed. )
... shapeshifter. ( mccoy blows a breath out. magic. good lord. after another moment, as cat-that-is-loki settles into his lap, he ventures to pet his fuzzy nape, and cradle the small head in his hand with wonder. )
I'm flattered. I think.
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he lets his chin sink into the fingers cradling it, green eyes shutting and a tiny ear flicking once. ] I don't sleep much, but this bed smells like you.
[ and he has no one here he really trusts yet, but.. leonard comes closest. ]
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a smile tugs at the corner of leonard's mouth, pleased and a little embarrassed, a little touched by the unexpected sentiment. or maybe he's just reading too much into it. very possible. but also.. )
You know.. I'm all but done for the evenin'. ( he really had planned to just relax and read until he dozed off. maybe. ) You could stay.
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when nothing comes, he hesitates a moment longer, then rises from the human's lap, stepping daintily off. one second, he's a cat-- and the next, it's loki seated next to the doctor, dressed in loose blouse and trousers. ]
You ought to be careful encouraging me like this, [ he warns, hooking a bare foot over one of leonard's ankles. ] Some people here would tell you I'm dangerous. They're technically not even wrong.
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some might be put off by it, by the difference in their worlds and their backgrounds too great. leonard has barely tested his own court-given skills, that surge of sudden energy he can tap into for himself and others. it's alien, uncomfortable.
he slides a hand over loki's knee, and gives it a faint squeeze. good thing they both share the trait of stubbornness, right? )
Well, to them I'd say: I can judge for my own self. ( it's a mild reply. ) How about that?
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He's a pretentious slug, but he does have the strength to back it.
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Is it true? What he said about destroying half of all living things?
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And yes, it's true. This was long after I parted ways with him, but he eventually wiped out half of all existence. A group of people on Midgard were able to undo it, but not without loss.
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( because what else do you say to that? )
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post sad AU clint thread--
so sometime after midnight, a familiar, sleek little black cat slips into the human's room, padding on silent feet up to the bed, then leaping up onto the mattress. by the time his back legs have landed, his body has changed, becoming the long, lean form leonard is most familiar with. drawn, exhausted, struggling with a series of emotions he's not quite ready to put a name to, he slides beneath the sheets and tucks himself in against the other man, long legs tangling with his and arm curling tightly around his waist.
he pushes his nose against the center of the human's chest, breathing in the familiar, comforting scent of his skin, and slowly, his shoulders relax, his body easing into the mattress and leonard's body. ]
Sorry for waking you, [ he murmurs, hushed in the relative darkness of the room. ] I wanted [ needed ] to see you.
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Hmm? ( he drops his head to brush a kiss to the top of loki's head, rubbing slow circles between his shoulder blades. leonard finds himself murmuring back to him, his voice still low and rough with sleep, ) You're fine, darlin'. 's fine..
( he plants another kiss that turns into an affectionate little nuzzle. )
What are you doin' up so late?
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he aches, weary beyond belief, feeling hollowed out with grief.
but then leonard calls him darlin', sleepy, and his arm winds around him with an immediacy that's almost like instinct, and a sigh shudders out of loki. his own fingers curl, clingy, needy, and he tips his chin up enough to press a kiss to the hollow of the human's throat. ]
I was outside being an idiot, [ he murmurs in response, soft and dry, bumping his nose against leonard's collarbones. ] I'm glad that you're you.
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curiosity quirks his brow. his eyes open a sliver, finding loki's face a pale moon in the darkness. )
I'm glad I'm me too. And I'm glad you're you. ( his hand stills, settling at the base of loki's head, a warm cradle of his palm and fingers. ) Though I disagree that you're an idiot. What's on your mind?
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it's on his tongue, even. nothing. he's fine. go back to sleep. but then he tips his chin up, sees the familiar, soft eyes peering down at him, and he folds like paper. ]
.. Have you met Clint Barton here?
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Clint?
( it isn't a response he expects, a line appearing between his brows. no face comes to mind at first as he strokes loki's hair and thinks, examining the various interactions he's had here, the different people he's crossed paths with in the castle and the village. )
Oh. ( his fingertips tap a light rhythm into loki's skin. ) 'Hawkeye.. Archer Guy'? On the network? ( the hand he presses between loki's shoulder blades is suddenly, mildly protective. ) Did something happen?