fall to your pride // joiner

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i never meant to start a fire.

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code by spacexual

fire. the engulfing embrace of liquid heat rolling over his skin. the hot darkness pressing in and choking his lungs. the smoke clamoring and thick, destroying what precious little air he had in his throat, his mind working faster than possible as he raced for the command center, to escape the med bay, where the accident had begun.

starship enterprise 1701 had been engaged in battle with an unknown enemy before they had been hit with a beam, the med bay being the first casualty. the entire scenario reminded mccoy of losing him after khan and well ... self-explanatory. except that this time, he didn't have a magickal remedy to this fuck-up and he didn't think that tribble blood could solve the whole damn thing.

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that fire was ... however long ago. months? years? seconds? he didn't know, for all of his knowledge he could have been stuck lingering in limbo for eternity before some higher power decided it was time for him to get a rebirth. he had no doubt that nobody survived the explosion of the ship, he had heard the repercussions and felt the rocking of the entire ship with each hit. he had heard the com go dead with a dizzying snap.

now here he was, in some god forsaken swamp, dredging through water and muck, following some sort of rumor that said there was a guy in the area with a badge similar to the little charm hanging off of his collar. now that had surprised him, maybe somebody had found a patch and just collected it because it was cool. but he wasnt going to pass up the opportunity to find another crew member ... only if it wasn't spock. not that he had anything against the vulcan, wait, well, maybe he did, but that wasn't the point. the guy was just plain freaky and an emotionless pain in the ass who might be more fun if he stopped having a stick up the ass and taking about 'logic this' and 'logic that'.

was that passive aggressive? probably. did he care? no, not really.


looking around, the male cleared his throat, shaking out his paws as he called out, "Hey! Anybody even live here? Looking for somebody!" he would pull himself from the muck to rest on a tree stump, looking down at his furry legs that were now covered in clumps of mud and refuse. ugh.

i never meant to make you bleed.