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lucetilogs2010-08-24 07:47 pm
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I can cut you into pieces
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gotmebones & 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..."
gotmebones & 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..."
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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?
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"You're old enough to--" make your own mistakes? "—-take care of yourself."
... And why the hell should he care any of this.