Dr. Leonard McCoy (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
leftwithmybones) wrote2011-02-24 11:58 pm
leftwithmybones) wrote2011-02-24 11:58 pm
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McCoy is thinking that maybe he didn't make such a great decision telling Rogue that she could stay with him. First had been the attack. And hell if that wasn't bad enough. McCoy's been drinking pretty heavily since Jim left, so when he wakes up in the middle of the night drunk and being attacked by Rogue, he's thinking that he's made a bad call.
He's tossing and turning, the heat too warm for him. He can't sleep and every time he hears a noise in the other room, he's on high alert.
His own cat is no goddamn help. When he was getting beat up by a girl, the cat just sat there licking its paws and watching. So it's just McCoy and a hypospray full of sedative. He rummages in the bedside drawer for it, just to make sure that he's ready. Just in case.
Until then, he's revisiting the intelligence of this whole plan.
He's tossing and turning, the heat too warm for him. He can't sleep and every time he hears a noise in the other room, he's on high alert.
His own cat is no goddamn help. When he was getting beat up by a girl, the cat just sat there licking its paws and watching. So it's just McCoy and a hypospray full of sedative. He rummages in the bedside drawer for it, just to make sure that he's ready. Just in case.
Until then, he's revisiting the intelligence of this whole plan.
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"You haven't realized how beyond you this is? It's not a chemical imbalance that can be righted with the liberal application of drugs. We're a part of her. She made us a part of her when she touched us." She withdrew her foot and crossed her legs, remaining otherwise still and watching him with a narrow, cold gaze.
"Some more than others. Make a note, doctor, that you will not be ridding her of me."