(countdown to/after darkness) comics.

[hischair]

If it's that sad, don't read it. It's Spock, he'll get back to his own reality sooner or later, you know he will, and never mind him flitting around through dimensions; what about my Commander getting tossed about from one near-death experience to another? Little sympathy there wouldn't go amiss. We beat Pon Farr at its worst — [ oh, that sounds weird, but anyway ] — I know we can keep him on the straight and narrow in the future if you forward my time-line in the City. I'll get Chekov to help me build a transporter and we'll hot-wire it for Old Vulcan's logarithms from memory. I don't know, something.

Hey, and that "Bridge on the captain" stuff? No. Stop that. That is not happening to me, no way.

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[phonetical]

I can see this you know.

[hischair]

Great! You get Spock to the beach, that's an order.

[phonetical]

I'm not going to force him to do something he doesn't want to or like. I can, however, probably convince him to take a break in other ways. No promises.

[hischair]

But. [ :((( ] We're all going to the beach.

[phonetical]

[Jim. You are her migraine. All of them. A bucket of migraines.]

Fine.

[hischair]

You wanna do the barbecue with me?

[ You love him. :) And splashing Spock together must happen. ]

[phonetical]

Somebody has to. I'm afraid of leaving you alone around an open flame and Dr. McCoy needs a break himself.

[She can get away with that, but there's no way she's stopping him if he Vulcan grips you, sir.]

[hischair]

[ He cannot Vulcan grip the person launching tidal waves in his face, this is fact. ]

What's the worst that could happen? Really.

[phonetical]

Permission to speak freely, sir.

[She's gonna say it. She's gonna say the thing.]

[hischair]

Denied.

[ Except she'll say it anyway!!! His life. ]

[phonetical]

[DAMN RIGHT SHE WILL.]

We're talking about you and fire. Everything could happen. Don't ask me questions when you don't want to hear the answer.

[hischair]

When have I ever been around fire in this capacity before?

[medicos]

It's the beach, darling. A time for relaxation. Lord knows that pointy-eared bastard needs it.

[ just pretend that this was said with much love and affection. ]

[phonetical]

Does it have to be the beach? I can talk to him about other ways to relax. The beach is an uphill battle.

[She knows you love Spock with all your heart!!!!]

[medicos]

I'm not the one who's planned it.

[phonetical]

Oh, I already knew who planned it from the beginning. The Captain's work is very obvious.