i'm half-awake in paisley print -- i can see the world clearly but i have to squint

[herotypical]

Who: [Bad username or site: slaying title= @ livejournal.com], [Bad username or site: hippocraticly title= @ livejournal.com] & [Bad username or site: lists_to_port title= @ livejournal.com]
What: Somehow, Jack has talked his way into helping look after the under-the-weather Doctor McCoy
When: Backdated to Wednesday morning
Where: House Seven
Summary: A lot of awkward silences are predicted.
Rating: PG13? Perhaps higher for implications or language. We'll see.

It was mid-morning on a Wednesday and Buffy was still in her pajamas. After her post-waking-up shower, she decided to slip right back into something comfy and casual. It made the day seem that much more inviting. And her evening had gone latter than expected, tending to the delirium-tinged sickness of Doctor McCoy. She probably doesn't even remember inviting Jack Sparrow over to "help" -- which is all well and good, because if she remembered she would probably rescind the invitation.

She began her day in the kitchen. Coffee had to be made -- for her. Bones was getting lemon in hot water or maybe some NeoCitran knock-off. Plus orange slices, because she has made it her own personal mission to get as much vitamin C into the doctor as she can manage. She took great satisfaction in crisply slicing the fruit, releasing deliciously orangeish smells into the air.

Once the coffee was successfully brewed, Buffy took a tray of everything into the lounge. She gently attempted to rouse Bones from his stupor on the couch.

(ooc; posting order -- bones, jack, buffy? sound good?)

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[all7seas]

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

"... First sign of horseplay, I want him out of here."

[herotypical]

"Hear that, Jack?"

She offered him a stern look. "Keep your horses in the stable."

[all7seas]

"Aye, horses in the stable.

...

I've done nothing wrong, Buffy!"

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

McCoy rolled his eyes at the pirate and turned over on his side again, facing away from the two of them as Cupcake blinked at the scene taking place, obviously bored pawning at the material.

"'on't le'im steal anythin', either."

[herotypical]

"You heard the doctor. Hands where we can see them."

But she kept her watchful eye on Bones. Was he tired? Was this trying his patience? Would a better nursemaid have left him sleep?

[all7seas]

The pirate obeys her, literally. "Doc looks like he could use some peanut butter and jelly, eh?"

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

Probably not, if the faint and very muffled grumbling from him was anything to go by.

[herotypical]

"How about you join me in the kitchen and let him have some rest?"

Buffy stood. More quality time with Jack wasn't really what she wanted; however, she did not want him in here and bugging Bones if he wanted to sleep.

[all7seas]

"If you insist upon it, Buffy!"

[herotypical]

"Forsaking all sense and logic and decency? Yeah, I insist upon it." Her snark was whispered and she jerked her head towards the kitchen. You go first. Like Hell she was leaving Jack on his own, with Bones out for the count, in the room.

[all7seas]

With a very pleased look on his face, Sparrow waltzed toward the kitchen. A chat with his best mate and now kitchen time with his...with Buffy. Lovely, really.

[herotypical]

Buffy marched after him, her arms crossed. Once they were out of the lounge and into the kitchen? Oh, she rounded on him.

"You don't have to look so happy about it all. You're the one who did this to him."

[all7seas]

"I did no such thing, Buffy; that's the nature of accidents."

[herotypical]

She reached for the loaf of bread and a cutting board.

"Why did he even step foot on the boat, anyway?"

[all7seas]

And Jack offered her the rather sinister-looking dagger at his belt, just in case she needed that for any sandwich-making.

"Because he's a brave man, Bones."

[herotypical]

She refused that knife, opting instead for the jagged (but much better suited) bread knife from the drawer. Daintily, she slices up the loaf.

"Brave? Yeah. But I can't help put throw in the word foolish, when he's in your company."

[all7seas]

Jack leans against the counter beside her, snagging a slice of bread. It was true that Bones was brave, and not foolish the way Buffy meant. "What do you mean, Slayer? It can't be more foolish than opting to join his peacekeeping armada."

[herotypical]

She allowed the slice to go, soon cutting another to replace it. When she had enough, Buffy laid them flat on the cutting board and twisted to fetch the peanut butter and the jelly.

"That's different. Starfleet is a cause."

[all7seas]

"Causes can't be foolish?" Jack was unable to keep a tone of wistfulness from his voice as he watched her make the sandwich.

[herotypical]

"They shouldn't be."

She slathered on the spreads before tipping the slices together. Carefully, she began to trim the crusts.

[all7seas]

"Some of the best ones are, though. In the end."

[herotypical]

Disposing of the crusts, she started on a second sandwich.

"Like what?"

[all7seas]

"Well, we managed to rein in the murderous excess of the East India Trading Company, Will Turner and I. Everyone said it couldn't be done. It's WHY they brought me back from the Locker in the first place, which was also a foolish cause, plunging over the edge of the world the way they did."