Because it's somehow my job to keep you out of trouble. . .

[doctor_mccoy]

Who: endowedcaptain (Kirk), doesfeel (Spock) & doctor_mccoy (McCoy)
Where: Kirk and Spock's not-quite-bachelor pad
When: After McCoy's ninth cup of coffee and his educational afternoon spent holed up in a local diner. Here
Summery: It's not a surprise that McCoy ends up here, somehow he always finds himself caught up when 'trouble' and 'Jim Kirk' are involved. But things seem peaceful... and since when do Vulcans come in pint-sized?
Warnings: impending use of foul language, lets be honest.

[At least the layout of the city makes sense, because nothing else seems to. It isn't that far of a walk back to the apartments that he'd come from that very morning, though the derelict part under full sunlight was a bit unsettling and he talks himself through not thinking about what exactly had happened to make it that way. He can take comfort in knowing his own temporary residence isn't terribly far from Jim's own, and the sort of uncomfortable knot in his chest of having ended up stranded in an unfamiliar place and time is, at the very lease, eased by the promise of a reunion. (though it hasn't been long by his own count... not six months anyway.)

McCoy eyes the door suspiciously once he reaches it, mildly amused by the presence of a knob while trying not to think how unsanitary manual entry was... especially in public places. God, who knows where all those hands had been-- He settles for knocking instead, a sharp rap of knuckles against wood.]

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[endowedcaptain]

[Lunch with Spock isn't a common thing, so for once Jim is actually making something instead of ordering out. Baked potatoes, salad, and fruit smoothies are all on the menu, ready to be placed over on the table. The captain is still busy with slicing mushrooms and tomatoes for the salads, however, and considering the quantities of tomato juice and seeds on his hands, Jim opts to keep his doorknobs clean.]

You mind gettin' that, kiddo? ...Might wanna bring the bourbon with you. As a peace offering.

[doesfeel]

[Indeed, it was not every day that the Vulcan was able to return for lunch with the human James Kirk. Today there happened to be quizzes which, being a Vulcan, were finished quickly and accurately, leaving him with no further required time spent in his class periods. Thus: lunch date was on.

Spock is finishing with the precise placement of silverware beside plates upon the table when the knocking sounds. Dark eyes drift over to Jim at the exact moment the captain speaks.]

Yes, Jim, [he acknowledges the other and picks up a bottle from the table as he moves to the door. He had already inquired as to the necessity of a suggestion of peace between Starfleet companions and was informed it had to do with "stress" and "Vulcan logic." As ever, human beings were an odd species.
A twist of the knob and then Spock is looking up at a dark-haired man, faintly familiar in the recollection of his mindmeld with Jim some time ago; by a tiny glimpse, Spock knew he would know this man in his own future.]

Greetings, Dr. McCoy. [The small boy holds the bottled peace offering a short way in front of himself.] Jim has assured me you will be requiring this liquid.

[doctor_mccoy]

[He's sort of expecting it, both from the comment Jim had made and clarification added by a women he'd spoken with who seemed to know them both... it was a shame she ruined the surprise. Okay, well,he's still a little surprised, and it probably shows by the way his brow almost vanishes into his hair line when the little Vulcan appears in the doorway with his offering.]

Uh... hey kid. [He's trying to recount the weirder moments of his life, amusingly enough one of them is encountering Spock's "future" self. And then maybe that psychopath recently that looked like Spock. And... okay he really needs that bourbon.]

Thanks? [He waits to be let in, taking the bottle and stepping around the kid with a sideways glance, he usually isn't this paranoid but today has been weird, and he's still sort of waiting to just wake up.]

[endowedcaptain]

[Jim leans around the partial wall that hides the majority of the kitchen from the entryway, drying his now-washed hands with a towel. That grin from earlier is still firmly in place.]

Bones! Glad you could join us, but you can stop giving Spock the shifty-eyes. I promise he's harmless. Instead of giving him weird looks, you oughta be complimenting me on my learned life skills. [Here he gestures at the table that, while admittedly set by Spock, showcases food that he made. All by himself. And it's healthy.]

Now sit, eat, both of you. I'll be out in a sec with salad toppings.

[doesfeel]

[First things first, Spock looks calmly at McCoy.]

Although I am of an age younger, I would prefer you address me by name. I am, indeed, Spock.

[It certainly isn't unusual for Spock to be on the receiving end of a raised eyebrow or two. It does not bother him. He waits, straight-faced, for the doctor to move around him and then closes the door. Despite Jim's instruction to sit, the young Vulcan approaches him and picks up a few bowls to place upon the table. This has obviously been something of a common occurrence with these two, for the Vulcan to be so blatantly ignoring something he is told. Bowls in place, Spock stays by the table with his hands folded behind his back, waiting on the other two to come over.]

[doctor_mccoy]

Well excuse me.

[It's not as sarcastic as it could be, a little surprised really, but then why should he expect Spock to be any different just because he's closer to the ground? He turns to step into the dining area, peering over at the table with a curious expression, lifting his chin. The place is even clean]

Cooking, cleaning and raising a kid? You'll make someone a good wife someday.

[He doesn't sit down either, just crosses to the other side of the table, setting the bourbon back down.]

[endowedcaptain]

Good wife? C'mon, don't insult me here. You know perfectly well I'd make a damn good wife, if not a near-perfect one. And only reason I'm not perfect is cuz I'm not in an apron and Spock does some of the cleaning.

[And in from the kitchen Jim comes, balancing the remaining bowls of toppings Spock hadn't grabbed, as well as a small bowl of snap peas that is set down by Spock's place. The bacon bits are set down by McCoy.]

That right there is about all we got in the house as far as meat goes. No eggs, either, but I can pick some up if your southern diet requires it. Now what's with all this awkward standing around? Sit. Eat. Your potatoes are getting cold.

[The captain comfortably plops himself down and proceeds to dig in; follow his example, you two.]

[doesfeel]

[Neutral is the way that Spock's blank face observes the exchange between the two human adults. All this discourse of wives and aprons is something he prefers to stay out of. Only once Jim approaches does Spock pull out his chair and take his seat, neatly close to the table. His gaze lingers an extra moment on the snap peas which are placed out for him - they were one of the foods of Earth he found he enjoyed slightly more than others. He soon looks back at McCoy, lifting his fork and arranging a napkin as he does so.]

I shall inform you, Dr. McCoy, that there is no need to express human worry for the creation of a universe-ending paradox should you discuss your present course of events in front of me. I have been made aware of your timeline, and that of my own future.

[doctor_mccoy]

[He settles down as well, a little heavily as he plucks up his own fork, the amused gaze he'd leveled on Jim turns to Spock in mild surprise. He was used to that even, logical tone being directed at him from the Vulcan's adult counterpart, but it was just surreal coming from the young boy, pointy ears or not.]

I'm starting to think that world-ending paradoxes are the last of our problems in this place.

[A thought strikes him and he frowns, looking back and forth between Jim and the kid.]

God, but you didn't tell him about his-- [He doesn't finish because it isn't pleasant to think about, and really how do you break it to someone, a child especially, that they had losing their entire planet to look forward to.]

[endowedcaptain]

[Jim shoots Spock a wry grin; of course the little Vulcan still found Jim's belief in universe-ending paradoxes to be amusing (in a completely Vulcan non-amusing way, of course). McCoy's last partially-formed inquiry has the captain aborting his next mouthful of food, instead setting his loaded fork back down on his plate. Well this is just delightful lunch conversation, isn't it. He's quiet for a few seconds before he answers.]

Yeah. I did. More showing than telling since it was a meld, though. [He looks up from his food, eyes on Bones, all set to preemptively defend his decision.]

I know it seems pretty heartless, [and here he can't help but think about the aftermath of the meld, of the reaction Spock'd had] but this way there's a chance that Nero won't get nearly as far as he did. If you think about it that way, it seems cruel to not tell him, you know? [His gaze shifts over to Spock, like he's looking for affirmation that he's not a giant asshole.]