NCC-1701
SICKBAY
1200 HOURS

"What do you want, Jim," said McCoy in a monotone, not looking up from his journals.

Kirk flung himself tragically onto a biobed. "I'll never be able to speak to her again, Bones."

"Lucky her."

"My one true love in the history of the universe, and I never even learned her name!"

"'Ro Laren,' I think," said McCoy, sipping his coffee and turning the page.

"Shh!" Kirk sprang up to glare at him. "Don't tell me, you're ruining it."

"Ruining what, Jim?" McCoy said with a sigh.

"My moment."

"Of idiocy?"

"No, damn it, my moment of heartbreak." Kirk lay back down, pressing the back of his hand to his eyes. "When I feel like life's not worth living anymore."

"Don't be a moron."

"Until... someone, shows me the error of my ways."

There was a silence.

"'No, Jim!'" Kirk went on, his eyes still closed. "I never thought I could tell you this, but I love you. I... I've always loved you.' 'No, it's no use, I've lost her, I've lost everything.' 'Dammit, Jim! Open your eyes to what's right in front of you!'"

Still silence.

Kirk glanced up, to see McCoy still sipping his coffee.

"You're shit at this," McCoy said to his journals finally, trying not to laugh when Kirk leapt off the biobed and onto his lap.

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