A Prophet in His Own Country (Kirk/McCoy, NC-17) 1/3

[lindmere]

This story is a sequel to Cura Te Ipsum and What Was Done in Capernaum, which do not have to be read first to understand this (although they contain both more back story and more smut, if that helps.)

All hail my beloved beta readers:sangueuk , the beautiful and brilliant, whose wonderful writing never fails to stimulate my brain and my heart (and

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[rubynye]

Oh, you surprised me there at the start with the lovely Spock-POV musing. Surprised and delighted me, which set the tone for the rest of this story.

McCoy wondered if he’d been trying to diffuse some type of anxiety.

Correct use of the word 'diffuse', hooray! ('Defuse' would, amusingly enough, make sense in that sentence, but it would then be a different statement.)

It had taken almost a year, but Kirk now had a command team that meshed perfectly, in large part on the strength of the individual relationships he had built. McCoy sincerely hoped that wasn’t about to change.

OMINOUS CHORDS.

As she did so, her booted foot hit the leg of the conference table, causing McCoy’s coffee to slosh.

I covered my face and shrieked.

“Maybe it was!” Kirk said in an angry whisper. “I haven’t submitted that notification yet. Shall I erase it? Save everyone the trouble my attempt to have a personal life is apparently causing them?”I actualy screamed, "no no no no no!" I think I'm going to be reading this story very noisily

[lindmere]

It's always a wonderful day on my LJ when Queen Ruby pays me a visit. I'm so sorry you're sick--not piggy flu, I hope--probably not, if you're still this coherent.

The first time people experience unpleasantnesses, I've seen, the surprise often makes the hurt worse

I think that's absolutely the case, and that McCoy is trying to do the right thing and back off but he can't resist wanting that extra level of certainty. Of course you never get that in love, though, even if you're with someone who isn't as deliciously enigmatic as our captain.