I can cut you into pieces

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Who: 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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[herotypical]

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.