Once Jim left Spock's house, he found some clothes that fit, said goodbye to Nyota and nodded confusedly at Spock before heading out in the car that brought him there nearly a week before
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Joanna rushed a bit faster back to the guest quarters, and managed to get there with an hour to spare, rather than the half she'd approximated. Not sure what was the plan, she chose to wear one of the new dresses that she'd bought out with Pasha. She finally had makeup, hair things that weren't utilitarian, and all the girly things she could buy on her Ensign's salary that had been hoarded since she got here except for Christmas presents. She had a wardrobe again. It felt wonderful
She hoped that they'd had a nice time doing whatever they were doing. She never inquired about Pon Farr, and they'd never offered. It wasn't her place after all. She'd had a nice time, chatting with the old Spock for that day, before she'd headed towards a new thunderstorm. Old Spock was pretty smart, especially for an old guy. Definitely worthy of being a Spock.
Pulling her hair into a chignon and grabbed a purse and the ever present water bottle, she made her way to her Dad's quarters.
Bones had been sitting on the sofa for a while, thinking. There was a part of him that hoped what he was worried about wasn't true, despite the glaring evidence to the contrary.
Joanna had seen this coming.
Maybe it was different where she was. Maybe it had been obvious, planned and agreed to, not the attack that he and Jim endured. Either way, there was a knot in his stomach thinking about it and all he wanted now was answers. Whatever she had.
Most of the lingering bruises were covered by his clothing, but one side of his face still bore the remains of an ugly bruise, pale green and nearly healed. He opened the door when she arrived, and smiled a little despite the tightness in his chest. "You look pretty, Jo."
Joanna smiled. "Thanks, Pasha and I went shopping. We got all sorts of stuff. She even got a couple of date style outfits.I wasn't sure what you had in mind for today."
She reached up to touch the bruise lightly lifting an eyebrow quizzically. "What were you and Uncle Jim up to? That's several days old by the looks of it. Did you two fight? Is he okay? You're okay, right? Did you at least ice it?" Maybe they were just bar-crawling instead of what she thought. That was...disappointing a little.
Jo took a seat at the couch, and shrugged. "Because that's where I've always stayed when we came to Sha'Kwai and with Spock headed towards Pon Farr, I'd mostly just assumed that's where you would quarter yourselves."
"Well, yes," Jo cocked her head at him concernedly. "When Spock went on a sugar binge, after a bit, I'd get tossed to Aunt Christine for a week, and all four of you disappeared into the suite on medical leave for a week. Or in the case last year, I just continued with work and Tuesday dinner was skipped by Papa, Daddy, Aunt Nyota and Spock."
"I figured you guys would catch on," Jo chewed her lip and shifted uncomfortably. "There's what? Three-four Spocks on board? And the old one out in the wilderness. Besides it's not really my place."
"I never made a value judgment on whether or not you wanted it, if you did, that was your business, if you don't that's yours too." Joanna stood up and stared at Bones. Fuck, that tone, he was a minute from Joanna Kathleen, and she only had a tiny clue why.
"I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do with the knowledge I have, how much is banjaxed because of Earth still being here, and how much I should even tell you guys about that stuff or how much my telling would ruin things or keep you from acting, or overacting, or what."
"Jim does not talk to me except once, at the Christmas party. I haven't seen Nyota since I got here. Spock and I relate on a boss-underling level. The only one who's going to tell me they need certain information is you."
"Sit down," he yelled, standing next to her. "I need you to sit down right here and tell me everything about them. About all that pon farr shit, about how that happened to them, about how they managed it all." Bones was trying hard to keep his hands from shaking, he hadn't been this angry in a long fucking time.
Jo scowled at him, but sat down. "Fine. You realize I only know what I observed right? And I was daughter or niece to them so figure how much you would tell your Jo into what I'm telling you
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"That first time... they all knew it was coming?" Bones still couldn't get past that. He had missed it. Fuck, maybe his otherself was smarter, had seen more, fuck, maybe he was just fucking better doctor than the piece of shit that was standing in front of Joanna now. Bones had missed it, completely, and because of that he and Jim had been attacked and...
Fuck. She described it so fucking calmly, so matter-of-factly. He had an image of making fucking protein bars in seven years, fucking carb-loading to get ready to do that shit all over again.
Bones closed his eyes, actually going pale a bit at the idea of doing that all over again. He swallowed. "What else should I know? What was it like for them all, the four of them?"
"I have no clue if they knew the first time. I was a little busy being a self-centered traumatized seven year old," Jo pointed out. "It didn't change things, the first time. The second time it did. They started to meld into the foursome that they turned into
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Bones wanted to smile. He did. He wanted to believe that they might one day coalesce into this team, this foursome, these bondmates who would loved each other. That Joanna's Bones and Jim managed to make it work, so he and Jim would as well.
But right now, with the pressure in his head building back up again, Bones was having a fucking hard time picturing it. Rubbing at the back of his neck seemed to help a little, so he did that. "Your dad and Jim. This shit didn't affect them?"
She hoped that they'd had a nice time doing whatever they were doing. She never inquired about Pon Farr, and they'd never offered. It wasn't her place after all. She'd had a nice time, chatting with the old Spock for that day, before she'd headed towards a new thunderstorm. Old Spock was pretty smart, especially for an old guy. Definitely worthy of being a Spock.
Pulling her hair into a chignon and grabbed a purse and the ever present water bottle, she made her way to her Dad's quarters.
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Joanna had seen this coming.
Maybe it was different where she was. Maybe it had been obvious, planned and agreed to, not the attack that he and Jim endured. Either way, there was a knot in his stomach thinking about it and all he wanted now was answers. Whatever she had.
Most of the lingering bruises were covered by his clothing, but one side of his face still bore the remains of an ugly bruise, pale green and nearly healed. He opened the door when she arrived, and smiled a little despite the tightness in his chest. "You look pretty, Jo."
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She reached up to touch the bruise lightly lifting an eyebrow quizzically. "What were you and Uncle Jim up to? That's several days old by the looks of it. Did you two fight? Is he okay? You're okay, right? Did you at least ice it?" Maybe they were just bar-crawling instead of what she thought. That was...disappointing a little.
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It was a moment before he spoke, and it wasn't to answer any of her questions. "Why did you ask if we were staying with Spock?"
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The look on his face was pure astonishment.
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"What made you think this was something I wanted?"
Again with the old one. Bones was getting fucking tired of hearing about that one now...
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"I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do with the knowledge I have, how much is banjaxed because of Earth still being here, and how much I should even tell you guys about that stuff or how much my telling would ruin things or keep you from acting, or overacting, or what."
"Jim does not talk to me except once, at the Christmas party. I haven't seen Nyota since I got here. Spock and I relate on a boss-underling level. The only one who's going to tell me they need certain information is you."
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"I can't afford to not know now."
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Fuck. She described it so fucking calmly, so matter-of-factly. He had an image of making fucking protein bars in seven years, fucking carb-loading to get ready to do that shit all over again.
Bones closed his eyes, actually going pale a bit at the idea of doing that all over again. He swallowed. "What else should I know? What was it like for them all, the four of them?"
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But right now, with the pressure in his head building back up again, Bones was having a fucking hard time picturing it. Rubbing at the back of his neck seemed to help a little, so he did that. "Your dad and Jim. This shit didn't affect them?"
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