[NVC Day 20] -- [Questions and Answers] -- [Jim, Bones, Healer]

[kirktastic]

Jim was both looking forward to it and nervous about it. They had agreed to meet the healer at a smaller hotel somewhere away from both the medical centers as well as the Federation guest quarters. It felt almost like trying to buy some back alley off-world drugs or deliver information of a disclosed nature, to the point Jim almost wanted to call

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[npc_aliens]

Tyvek, for all his years' experience, had encountered more humans in these past few months on New Vulcan than he had ever expected to meet in the whole of his life. These two, as expected, carried all their feelings in their faces. On one level, it was obscene, but there was such evident anxiety there that Tyvek could not find it in himself to judge them.

Having opened the door for them, he stood a little back so that they could enter without difficulty, inclining his head slightly in greeting. His hands were folded together, politely out of view, within the voluminous sleeves of his robe.

"You must be Captain Kirk," he said. "And Dr McCoy."

He withdrew one hand, and held it up in salute.

[dctr_mccoy]

Bones' emotions were more than just evident on his face- they practically radiated out of his pores, and he still didn't look as irritatedannoyedworried as Jim.

He nodded at the Healer, who had come highly recommended to him from a trusted collegue. "Thank you for seeing us on such short notice."

[kirktastic]

Jim gave a salute in return, trying to be polite no matter how he felt about the situation. He sat down with a flop on the one of one of the beds, looking to the healer. How could they even start with this? So my first officer went into pon farr and well, that's a hell of a story that ends up with the four of us hooked together...

He rubbed his brow, already getting a headache. Damn Vulcans.

[npc_aliens]

"It is in the nature of my work," Tyvek acknowledged McCoy gravely, "to be available."

He gestured towards the sleeping area, indicating that the doctor should join his companion, and, when it became clear that his intentions had been correctly interpreted, moved to seat himself on the opposite bed.

"So." He interlaced his fingers once again, hands clasped in front of him, half-concealed by his sleeves. "Perhaps you might describe to me the difficulties that have led you to seek out my services."

[dctr_mccoy]

The walk back to their room had been quiet. They both had thoughts running through their heads regarding all they'd discussed that afternoon, and Bones didn't know how it was all going to end up. Would they agree? Would they argue?

He let Jim walk first into the room and headed straight for the kitchen area. "I'm getting a beer," he called out, pulling out a bottle from the refrigeration unit - the perks of being planetside. "You want one?" he asked in a tired voice.

[kirktastic]

"Yes." Jim's voice showed just how tired he felt, and after he kicked off his boots, he flopped into a chair with gusto. He closed his eyes, feeling a faint headache behind his eyes.

He only opened his eyes again when he felt the cool glass touch his fingers. With a grateful smile, even more grateful when he saw it was already opened (his smile turned down right thankful), he took a slow gulp of the cold beer.

[dctr_mccoy]

Bones took the chair across from Jim, settling in with his own drink. He slid his boots off and leaned back. For a while, neither man said anything, still lost in their own thoughts.

Or maybe neither wanted to bring up the subject.

[kirktastic]

Jim had absolutely no desire to do it. He let his thoughts drift, some condensation slowly gathering enough to roll down his fingers. He kept his eyes closed to avoid the headache from getting worse. "Maybe we could go to that southern place tonight that you were talking about," was the line that finally broke the silence.