fall to your pride // joiner

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i never meant to start a fire.

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code by spacexual

oh god help him. he knows that voice. woke up to it on the coms every other goddamn day. turning his gaze, he felt his own heart skip a beat or two, making him wonder what the hell he was even doing there. of course others ought to have revived, but why did it have to be jim? not that he was complaining!

the light gray cross would gulp, giving a half smile at the brute that stood before him, eyes taking in the blonde fur so like the hair he remembered gripping many times in annoyance.

although, watching the wolfdog stumble about in the slick mud was funny, the fact that he was leaping at him on his perch, was less than entertaining. landing with a thick splash of mud, he would yelp, "what in the hell, jim!? wait! it's you, right?" oh, this better not be an illusion.

groaning, the doctor pushed at the captain's heavier body with a squawk, "hey jim, buddy old pal. you're heavy! get off!" he would lie if he said that being this close wasnt a relief. mccoy was very much at peace to be this physically close with jim, even if the other was a giant idiot and womanizer.

pulling himself from the mud was a whole different task, though. freeing himself, the doctor would give a quick well-meaning nuzzle to the underside of jim's jaw, giving him a sniff, "jesus, man. i thought that you were dead with everyone else ... is it only you?"

i never meant to make you bleed.