double-edged sword, or other relevent cliche.
The thing is, school? Sucks up my time. I have (apparently..!?) decided it is my goal in life to read every K/S fanwork that has ever existed (or at least that's ever been recced, because some of that stuff is not worth my precious time), and it's hard to do that when you've got "homework," "papers," and "speeches" to write. Also, my creative energies are completely expended on nonfandom stuff, so when I try to write anything (which these days, anything=Trek) my muse gets pissy, files a formal complaint with the Union, and locks herself away. Not so productive for trying to write.
The thing is also that I'm not here because I feel like I have to be. I'm not starving for contact, or friends, out here in "Real Life," but it's nice to be in a place where you can talk about the panty-melting hotness of ZQ (& Capt. Fine and Billy and Len)or discuss the utter romance that was/is Kirk and Spock without getting ostracized getting shipped off the island aquiring a reputation as completely batshit insane. I'm here to have fun, and I know where the line is. I think one of the reasons I have such a huge inability to complete any long-term challenges (like the AU Big Bang, which I had to drop for this year because there was no way in hell I was going to finish on time) is because I don't want to be tied down to fandom to the point where I couldn't choose, randomly, out of the blue, to pack up, leave, and never look back. I don't see myself doing that, but it's nice to know that I could. Which is weird beyond words.
ANYWHOODLES. Here's some Bones reacting to a completely cliched K/S scenario, because quite frankly? Pissed off, mother hen Bones makes me warm and fuzzy inside.
Bones almost doesn’t notice at first, but once he sees it, it cannot be unseen. As much as he wants to gouge his eyes out in an honest effort to try.
Jim’s the first to do something ridiculously stupid, as usual-throwing himself in front of phaser fire meant for Spock, and Bones almost wants to kiss the hobgoblin for pointing out that, had the fire hit its intended target, Spock would have been fine because his messed up physiology put his heart where his liver should have been. As it was, Jim spent five hours in surgery, which Bones spent cursing Jim for taking a more practical approach to xenobiology during their Academy years, when he wasn't regenerating the Captain's heart tissue.
Spock, apparently, wanted a piece of the action, and had beamed down to a frozen wasteland to assist Kirk when even Bones knew that Jim would have been able to wheedle his way out of a H’rutian wedding rite (well, Bones didn’t so much have confidence in Jim not getting into trouble as he did in Uhura being able to get him out of it). Spock had proceeded to go into hypothermia after two hours on the planet, and his heart was all but stopped by the time he got back to the Enterprise, Jim carrying him the whole way down to sickbay.
And, apparently, nearly dying once isn’t enough to quench their need for stupidity. Bones yells at not nearly repentant enough Jim for an hour after he nearly causes a diplomatic incident trying to defend Spock; the doctor is incensed enough to allow himself to be sedated by Chapel after Spock dives into a goddamn lake to try and save a not-drowning Jim. McCoy gets to where he’s relieved to see either of them treated for what constitutes as normal, things like minor fractures and phaser burns, things that just happen when you serve on a starship for more than about ten minutes. But, the majority of their wounds come from native life forms, plant spores, space pathogens, nonsentient beings, chemical compounds-all easily fucking avoidable if you weren’t looking to die in the black.
Which, Bones finally realizes the hundredth time he’s up to his elbows in green blood, is exactly what they’re trying to do.