http://hippocraticly.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] hippocraticly.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] lucetilogs2010-08-24 07:47 pm

I can cut you into pieces

Who: [livejournal.com profile] gotmebones & [livejournal.com profile] slaying
What: The inevitable confrontation after the week's events
When: Back-dated to Sunday morning, after the alternate universe event ends
Where: The tunnels, at first
Summary: Post-experiment, Buffy is a moth to the flame when it comes to hurt and McCoy just has avoidance issues. Clearly they need to talk about what happened.
Rating: PG+?

McCoy was not entirely sure what happened at first. Lately, it seemed like this was becoming a regular occurrence for him, waking up sore and not recognizing his surroundings. He could blame the company he often kept these days, he supposed. Or maybe he was just growing too accustomed to waking up each morning to the same ceiling and that particular thought unnerved him slightly. Oh, how he was growing tired of it, he lamented silently to himself as he rubbed at his face tiredly. Then the memories of the past week came back to him in a nauseating rush.

Oh, hell.

An appropriate sentiment, as that is what it felt like as the memories of what he had done – no, it wasn't him... was it? – became less hazy and more distinctive as he woke up properly. Terran Empire? Chess pieces, confrontations... Summers. Experiment sprung to his mind almost instantly, eclipsing the nagging feeling he had and something Spock would most likely enjoy picking apart, but something he vehemently refused to even consider. It didn't seem like there was an excuse as he swallowed dryly as he leant back heavily against the wall.

"Damn it..."
herotypical: (} maybe it would be cool)

[personal profile] herotypical 2010-08-24 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
The tunnels. That was where they held criminals. Bad guys. But Buffy knew that McCoy wasn't one of those. Right? She rubbed her sternum. It hadn't been him. People had told her that during the week and she had told herself after. But...she couldn't help but feel the disgust in the pit of her stomach. The things that voice had said. The things that man had done. It left her confused.

She had been waiting for him to wake up. She heard Bones' curse. "Sorry about the decor. We didn't have anything in a sorry you went evil and hurt everyone. Nothing vacant, at least."

Her arms were crossed and she avoided eye contact. But at least she was here.
herotypical: (}  now we're going to these meetings)

[personal profile] herotypical 2010-08-24 07:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Buffy tugged at the lock, jangling a key and sliding the door open. "Well, silence isn't a crime. You're totally free to go."

She kicked the cell open and leaned back against the bars. She still couldn't smile. Couldn't shrug this one off. She kept remembering the feeling of approaching the Doctor in the bar, filled with hope and love and only getting brutality in return.

She sighed.
herotypical: [ tired ; angry ; bridge of the nose ] (✝ you're sick with salmonella)

[personal profile] herotypical 2010-08-24 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Buffy pressed the pads of her fingers against the space between her eyebrows. "Where's what?"

She hated doing this. Playing jailer to people she didn't want to jail. So she rattled the bars and shoved the door further open. Out, the gesture said. Get out and stop being her prisoner. She doesn't want to feel like one.

Her other fingers drummed against her hip. Impatience. Worry. Concern. Self-conciousness.
herotypical: [ snark ; conversation ; angry ; neutral ] (✝ on my hands and knees)

[personal profile] herotypical 2010-08-24 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Recognition charged across her face--along with a very strange, very alien look of fear. Buffy rarely did look afraid in front of McCoy. She didn't want to start, now.

"It's at home. Weapon's chest. Figured it was a safe enough spot for it until..." She trailed off. Until what? Until she found the time to break it apart? Throw it in the river? Why had she even kept it as long as this.

She took one step into the cell but couldn't bring herself to hold her hand out. Not yet.
herotypical: [ neutral ; angry ; snark ] (✝ i'm the hero of the story)

[personal profile] herotypical 2010-08-24 08:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"Believe me, I'd pencilled that in for soon. After I--y'know--rebuild the burning shambles of a life I have left here."

He averted his gaze and she averted hers and it was all one big aversion party. "Look, it was an experiment. Not really you. Blah blah blah and other things like that." Shrugging. She should have brought something, perhaps. Food. She suspected he was hungry.
herotypical: (}  to wake up suddenly and then)

[personal profile] herotypical 2010-08-24 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, you know. Peachy with a heaping side of keen."

She sounded anything but alright. "Because regressing back to a few months after clawing out of my coffin is totally the best experience ever." Buffy sounded whiney. She sounded self-obsessed. But she was also making the problem conspicuously not about McCoy and the change he had experienced. That had been a badness beyond words and beyond snarky complaints. And she did not trust herself to bring it up.

"Come on. Let's get you home."
herotypical: [ wtf ; angry ] (✝ and told you goodbye)

[personal profile] herotypical 2010-08-24 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
She reached out. She would help him up now that she saw he was having such trouble with it.

There had been other issues besides the regression, of course. The major freakout about why suddenly she was treating Spike like Angel and remembering Angel as Spike. She wasn't sure how much Bones could remember and she would play it as cooly as possible before spilling her guts out to him.
herotypical: (} and a sweat)

[personal profile] herotypical 2010-08-25 01:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"Home. She repeated, with emphasis. Buffy backed out of the cell; clearly, being here was making her anxious. No one liked seeing their friends--no, their family--behind bars. It went against all of her natural instincts. The opposite of what she was supposed to be doing for McCoy. And yet, then again, there was a twinge of concern for when the Doctor would step over that threshhold into freedom. What if this was a trick? What if he never really returned back to normal at all?

Buffy's brows contracted. Both of them must have realized what was going through her head. This was, by no means, the first time that someone trusted--someone loved (albeit for different reasons)--had changed violently upon her. Encountering the darker side of McCoy smacked of the morning she had met Angelus as he masqueraded as Angel. The horrible things that had been said. The way it felt like some vital organ had been torn out.

And the moment Angel had come back to her, she had ran him through with a sword. Could she have done the same, now? Responding to her own thoughts, Buffy shook her head.
herotypical: [ sad ; angry ] (✝ and we're trying to be faithful)

[personal profile] herotypical 2010-08-29 12:18 am (UTC)(link)
"I know it's you."

She wanted to think that she could tell. That there was an air of difference around this man and the one from last week. A difference that she hadn't been able to spot because of the haze and confusion surrounding her own...problems.

"Just 'cause I magically thought Spike was Angel last week, doesn't mean I'm still suffering from the same delusions about other people's identities."
herotypical: (!wings)

[personal profile] herotypical 2010-08-29 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
"No, I am. I mean--we are. Just not li--" Crap. That was more of an admission that she was comfortable with. But it had to happen, didn't it? Eventually? Given enough time and space the truth was bound to slip out. Buffy simply hadn't wanted it to come out at such an inopportune moment.

Her cheeks flared up, red. Not shame or embarrassment, but emotion. Confusion. How could she even explain to McCoy about these feelings that felt like they were invading her?

"Spike and me...it's been--since the draft."
herotypical: (}  blubbering - please let me stay)

[personal profile] herotypical 2010-08-29 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
"There. That face, right there? That's exactly why I didn't tell you sooner." She jabbed a finger in his direction. Righteousness, one of her favouritest defense mechanisms. She turned away and tried to hide from the look of mixed-bag emotions on his face. It sliced her and hurt her in ways she had not anticipated. Going into the relationship with Spike, she knew that she would disappoint Bones. Back then, she had shrugged and gone with her gut instead. Now, she felt the chilling grip of some unnamed responsibility. Why should she care?

But she cared so much. Enough to keep it from him, at least.
herotypical: [ sad ] (✝ i thought that you would be)

[personal profile] herotypical 2010-08-29 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
Still turned away, she began to speak. "I just--Bones? I want to do right by him. Finally. And I feel I'm capable of that, right now."

These were important distinctions. Buffy wasn't sure about whether she actually loved Spike. He was in her heart--that much she had already admitted to Angel, years ago. She felt something warm and genuine towards him, but was that enough? Could she shape it into love just by the sheer force of her will?