Hesistant Strides (Decisive Uncertainty) [Open]

[john_grimm]

The sand crunched under John's boots, tiny grains working their way up and into the leather and steel crannies. He scowled at the ground as he ran. Sand was damn hard to run on

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[mr_chekov]

Normally Pasha wouldn’t have dared to venture outside of the walls of the Colony but she was feeling cooped up, everything was too close and while they were still on the ground she figured that it made sense to make the best of the open spaces and after all while the Vulcan Colony was safe it hadn’t been completely mapped yet and her professional curiosity as a Navigator got the best of her. So fully equipped with several padds, a water canteen and thoroughly smeared with sunblock she set off outside the walls

[john_grimm]

John twitched in his sleep, brow furrowed and eyelids fluttering. Small, deep whimpers worked their way from between his snarling lips. His fingers curled as if resting against the warm steel of a trigger.

Heavy footfalls ringing down long, dark halls. A shadow darker than night oozing past the corner of the furthest turn. Vibrations buzzing up through the concrete and iron floor, giving his knees another reason to shake.

A blood-chilling sound cleaving the air like a diamond-sharp tuning fork. Nails on a chalkboard. Claws on metal. The fetid stink of death and rot and fear, the exponential growth of disgust until he's gagging with each breath.

It feels like a million years and it feels like no time at all until the creaturemanfriendenemy finally rounds the corner.John shot up, scrabbling to his feet like a crazy man, grabbing handfuls of sand and stone and air. He gulped in air, a fish out of water, grasping for something to fill him that was just out of reach

[mr_chekov]

What the merry hell was Doctor McCoy doing out here?

Pasha frowned, squinting towards the man on top of the rock. He bore a striking resemblance to the Enterprise's CMO. She brought a hand up to shade her eyes in order to peer at him better. What was rockhead McCoy playing at now? Standing up she dusted off the back of her shorts and reattached her water canteen to her belt before heading in his direction. About a mile, most likely less, she made it.

The fact that he was out here alone warranted questioning. The fact that he was also shirtless warranted questions.

[john_grimm]

John jumped off the rock, stashing his things in a dark crack between two sections of the red stone. Heading out and around, aimed in the direction of the girl, he trotted along, kicking up sand behind him as he ran.

When he got closer to her, he could see that she looked a bit confused.

"Hey, Miss. You okay?" he called, cupping his hands around his mouth.

[joanna_mccoy]

Jo was out for a run as well. It felt good. And she knew she'd feel really strong when she got back to the ship, and the lower gravity. Her stamina always went up after a trip to Sha'Kwai.

"Hey Uncle John."

[john_grimm]

John blinked up at the silhouette blocking out the sun.

"Joanna?"

[joanna_mccoy]

"Last I checked," Jo answered lifting an eyebrow sardonically. "You okay?"

[john_grimm]

"Yeah, just.... dreaming. You know how it is." He grinned up at her, pushing himself to his feet and patting the sand off his clothes.

"What's up then, Ms. Joanna?"