Isabela Rivaini (cptnopants) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-03-21 21:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, aveline vallen, isabela, james kirk, leonard mccoy |
I've stayed with girlfriends before.
Who: Isabela, Kirk, McCoy, Aveline
What: Going out to breakfast turns all Domestic Dispute and stuff.
When: Today!
Where: A local Denny's
Rating: PG-13, lots of mature themes. Trigger Warning for Domestic Violence, mildly.
Status: Complete
Kirk rapped on the window of Isabela's car, "Avon calling."
"I hope you're going to try the products on for me," Isabela still had her head on her steering wheel, but her voice sounded cheerful enough.
He opened the door and leaned in, patting her head, "I love the lipstick, and the eyeshadow is to die for."
"I'm trying to imagine you with blue eyeshadow on." She raised her head up from the steering wheel and grabbed her wallet, "So, breakfast?"
"Breakfast," He replied, wishing he'd stopped to put some eyeshadow on. He opened the passanger door for her then got into the driver's seat. Before she could say anything he said, "I asked."
"He probably would have killed you if you hadn't," Isabela giggled, then curled up in the passenger seat of Sulu's car. It was a nice car, and the seats were comfy.
It wasn't normally Kirk's style, but it was quiet and he'd wanted to drive something different than his own car. He took her to the local Denny's, which was near deserted this time of night.
Isabela was glad. She didn't want to deal with odd looks or anything of the sort. Plus, she really liked Denny's.
They had good food, cheap. Something Kirk needed himself, right now. He parked the car and climbed out. He didn't get the door for her this time, sensing she probably would prefer it that way. He headed in and picked a seat.
There was only so much of being treated like a lady Isabela could take. She was the precise opposite of a lady and took every chance she got to make people aware of that fact. So yes, she was happy to get the door for herself.
She adjusted her gigantic sunglasses and headed into the Denny's, where she joined him at his table and grabbed a menu. She wasn't quite sure how she'd gotten from closet hyperventilating to eating breakfast with the man she'd been hyperventilating over, but who cares? Breakfast at Denny's is fun!
It wasn't a treat like a lady moment. Maybe a fancy dinner, remind her even sluts deserve to dress up. Kirk flashed her a grin, "Order whatever you want."
"It's always so hard to choose, they have so many delicious things, you know?" Isabela wondered what the sort of breakfast someone liked said about the person eating it, randomly.
"I usually only get coffee, but if there was some magical door I could open that just delivered me a good breakfast I'd probably indulge every day."
It said something, but that was usually a judgement call based on the person and breakfast in question. Kirk nodded his head, "I usually just eat a bagel. I feel like there's never time to eat, even when there is. Like its in my genetic code."
Isabela laughed, "Well, maybe it is. Maybe your family was always on the Lam and had to eat on the go to escape the police."
She flipped through the menu, trying to decide what she wanted, "When I was living with Arry, there really wasn't any time. Well, and often I'm sneaking out of a place before they try and make me breakfast, so that never helped. But Arry had this way of being confrontational over breakfast, so I usually just grabbed coffee and ran."
"Maybe in a past life," He replied, laughing. He fell silent and listened, nodding his head, "I've stayed with girlfriends before. It was better to skip breakfast than let things get...clingy."
"Yes, clingy is..." she searched for a word, then let out a sigh and shruged, "Well it's clingy. I don't think I even understand the mentality there. You like a person. Good for you. Why does that suddenly mean you have to re-arrange the person you are and go pick out matching curtains or something?"
She shook her head, then finally set her menu down. "I'm getting the strawberries and cream pancakes I think."
"Sounds good!" Kirk picked something with protien, he was suddenly starting, "Way I look at it, its fine to share a space. Its great if you're in love, but you shouldn't lose who you are in the process."
"That's exactly what I mean, yes," Isabela nodded, "Not that I've much in the way of practical experience with this. I've never really been in a relationship, I avoid them like the plague, which I think you're keenly aware of, and then there's THIS whole situation."
She leaned forward a bit and rested her chin on her hands, "Ever wake up and realise this is your life?"
"Every morning," He replied, somberly. He dug into his food for a moment. Usually his bruises and stitches came from his own actions. He didn't believe Isabela was entirely to blame for her own, but he also figured she gave as good as she got. As long as she was safe now that's what really mattered.
Although he'd flatten Arry's face first chance he got, "I've been in a few. Real relationships that is."
It took Isabela a few moments of cutting up her pancakes to realise that James Kirk was being very serious. It was really kind of disturbing. She wasn't sure why he'd share serious things about himself with her, and realised she'd been sharing serious things about herself.
What was going on here?
"... so why not now, then, if you feel like sharing?" She couldn't help but ask.
Jim could be serious. He was also feeling reflective. He used his fork, waving it around as he talked, "I'm not sure that there's a simple answer. Its not that I get bored. They're usually attractive and intelligent and a little adventurious. It's like.." He stabbed his steak, "The emotions don't connect until he's too late. Like I'm holding back while they're falling forward and I'm too late to catch."
Isabela picked up a piece of bacon and munched on it thoughtfully. There was something about his description that seemed to resonate with her, and she wasn't sure why. Like some nagging thought at the back of her head that, when she tried to pin it down, disappeared again.
"Maybe it's just that the pacing is off. You know, like... the series on tv where the two people take forever to finally admit they like eachother, that's more you, whereas the women you date, they're like... instant love let's move in get the uhaul types."
"U-haul? I'm not a lesbian, Isabela." He then added, "Not in this life anyway." He finished his eggs and took a few moments to nurse a coffee. He figured he wasn't going back to sleep today, "Maybe I'm aiming at the wrong crowd, but I have a thing for the smart and exotic."
"Are you absolutely sure you aren't a lesbian?" Isabela joked, then got a bit more of a serious face as she picked the strawberries on top of her pancakes off one by one and ate them.
"He wanted something more, and I knew it. It would never have worked. He was always complaining about my clothing and trying to get me to submit to his way of thinking, and it was just a mess. He was a good enough lay, I mean, I've got no complaints about that, but I don't think he's the type I'd ever have made it work with," Isabela sat back in her chair and sipped at her coffee, "Anyway I think I'm glad I ended up getting kicked out. This Miriel person seems nice enough, even if she DID lock me in her house with my luggage."
"That's going to be a nice image in the shower," Kirk joked, grinning at her. "Any rope involved?"
His plate was dreadfully empty by this time, and he pushed a few crumbs around with his fork, "There's a level of adapting to someone knew that's fine. And then there's changing yourself entirely. I think my problem is I always fear the latter."
Meanwhile, a certain spurned lover was walking towards the Denny's. Dun dun dun.
"I can't do it, the changing," Isabela shook her head. Then, noticing Kirk pushing things around, she tossed her toast onto his plate for him.
"I actually get this... well it's a feeling, deep down in my gut, whenever I think about it. Like part of me is going to just run away from the idea, even if all I'm doing is THINKING of it."
It was abject terror, but Isabela didn't like to ever admit when she was afraid of something. What Kirk had said about the shower finally kicked in, and she laughed, "No, no rope. She's apparently straight."
Kirk munched on the toast, nodding his head. That fight or flight response. Even if it comesout calmly. It had ruined things with Gillian. With Carol, with a half-dozen others, "Apparently? You know what that means." He pointed his fork at her, "A couple wine coolers from a night of screaming orgasms."
He grinned at her, "Its a nicer thing to think about than serious shit.
"She DID suggest that bunking at her place gave me of a chance to charm the panties off her," She mused, while finishing off the last of her bacon.
"It is, yes. But...Well, you know. I'm torn. I think I should think about my life and my choices, but I'm scared I won't be the person I am when I'm done, either."
"Oh she wants you." Lucky bacon. He wished he could be bacon. He reached over, poking her in the arm lightly with a fork, "Stopped to consider that you'll be the person you were before, with just some new experiences and layers?"
"I hadn't really thought it that way. I suppose I'd be me, with a parka on or something. But then I'd be really, really fat looking, so I'm not sure I can approve of this."
He hadn't meant those kind of layers, but they both know that. Damn, if they weren't both such whores it might be fun to see if they could make a go of it. Why did that thought even occur to him?
Speaking of whores, the door swung open and a deep, angry voice shouted, "WHORE!"
The fork in Isabela's hand dropped onto the plate, and she blinked her eyes a few times in the man's direction.
She swallowed down the part of her that had honestly hoped the lamp to the head had killed him, since that thought wasn't productive and was also murder, and put a smile on her face.
"Oh not again, I was just finishing my coffee."
Kirk looked around, "Well, I've been called a lot of things, most of them true, but I never take money for sex." He palmed his steakknife, leaning back casually, "We're having a great time, why don't you join us?"
The man narrowed his eyes, "Not even two days and you're already consorting with children. Do you fuck dogs too?"
"I hear some women like that whole knot thing," Kirk provided. Helpfully.
"I don't know, Arry, I think I must have fucked at least one, since I slept with you all those times," Isabela replied, casually, then took another sip of her coffee.
Kirk barked.
Arry growled, his eyes narrowing, "And this one? What diseases has he given you!"
"At the moment he's given me a burning desire to eat pancakes." Isabela wasn't backing down, despite the fact that she was actually using force of will to keep her coffee cup from shaking.
Kirk rubbed his foot up Isabela's ankle, reassuringly. He was thinking he needed to pay a late night visit to McCoy when this was all over. And steam clean Sulu's car if there was bleeding. Fuck, he really just wanted a late night breakfast and a nice talk with a friend, too. There wasn't even booze involved!
"Just CS. Its a disease where you come to your senses about the people you're dating."
Arishok shouted and charged the table!
Isabela rescued her coffee cup and climbed up over her seat and into the one next to it, shooting Kirk a look as she did so that could be summed up as 'you just had to poke the bear, didn't you?'.
This whole mess was a shame, really. She liked this Denny's and they were probably all going to be arrested now.
The bear was already poked, he was simply skipping past the formalities of the threatening and insulting. Kirk flung the car keys to Isabela, rolling over the back of the booth just as the gigantic man collided with the table, flipping it over and through the window. He skipped past the big man as the sound of shattering glass faded, but not fast enough to avoid a massive fist colliding with his face. He hit the ground and rolled out of the way of a large boot that had been aimed squarely at his throat.
He shouted to Isabela, "CAR!"
Start car.
Open Passenger Door
Wait for Kirk to get in the car.
Floor it.
????
Profit.
He hoped she understood the plan.
He should add "plant steak on face and visit McCoy" to the plan.
Wait, what, car? Running away? That was his wonderful plan?
Isabela caught the car keys in one hand. The other hand had a gigantic class with cherry limeade in it. She'd swiped it out of a customer's hand and was prepared to toss it at Ary, but instead she paused, cherry limeade mid motion, and stared at him.
"Really? REALLY!?"
There was something that sounded like ribs cracking as Arishok's fist slammed into Kirk's chest. Miraculously, the man remained standing. He brandished the steak knife, looking for an opening. The big man pulled a knife the size of Kirk's forearm out of his boots, and Kirk had a momentary Crocodile Dundee flashback. He flung the knife at Arishok, then darted backwards, grapping plates and utensils and flinging them at his pursuer.
He needed a new plan. There was no way he was going to get to the car with the big man between him and the door, not without a distraction. His eyes darted to Isabela's.
She raised her eyebrows a bit in return, then glanced at the cherry limeade in her hand, and threw it at the back of Arishok's head.
"Come after ME, you asshole. I'M the one who got naked with so many, many people that weren't you. Don't you want to take a few swings at the big WHORE?"
Arishok turned, throwing his knife at Isabela!
Oh good, she got his signal. He liked this woman more every day. Ignoring the pain shooting from his ribs and hoping the knife missed, he charged forward, lifting his arms up in a defensive sort of tackle. The two went down, Kirk on top, and the younger man wasted no time pummeling his fists into Arishok's face. One, two, the sickening crunch of a nose breaking, and then Kirk found himself grappled. Arishok twisted them around, slamming Kirk's face into the ground then getting him into a head lock, one beefy arm wrapped around his neck.
Fuuuuuck. He'd really wanted to avoid the police tonight.
The knife sliced its way across her arm as it flew past, and Isabela considered herself grateful that his aim was so poor that it wasn't lodged inside any of her parts.
This wasn't the evening she'd had planned at all, and she didn't know how she felt about Kirk taking all of the heat like this. She didn't want him to go dying for her, especially. She was scared of what else the bigger man would do to both of them, but something in her told her she couldn't run from this fight.
So she dodged after the big knife that had clattered to the floor, and picked it up, then glanced at the nearby waitress who was staring at the entire scene, "Don't just stand there staring, call the bloody Police!"
With that, she walked over to the man and poked him with the tip of his own knife.
Kirk would be grateful too, he liked Isabela's parts too much. Arishok looked up at her, glaring, and squeezed Kirk's throat tighter. It was a standoff!
"Let. Him. Go, or you're going to be a Eunuch." Isabela's tone was stern.
Kirk jabbed his foot down Arishok's shin and snapped his head back against the man's bloody face, and the grip around his neck loosened. It tightened again almost immediatley, but still, the big man was weighing his options. Kirk, meanwhile, was feeling the irony.
"You think I won't do it?" She twisted the knife a bit, and slid it a bit to the left, leaving a nice cut, "You know me better than that."
Kirk grunted. He was a little turned on.
Arishok eyed her. He did know her better than that. She was weak. He released Kirk, and grabbed a piece of glass, slashing upwards at Isabela!
Oh crap oh crap oh crap, Isabela tried to dodge out of the way, and keep hold of the knife at the same time. She had one of those moments, halfway through the motion, where she took a second to take stock of her situation.
Because really, when you wake up in the morning, are you ever going to say to yourself 'I think I'll go to Denny's and get into a knife fight with a gigantic ex-roommate'?
Coughing, Kirk crawled away, trying to get back to his feet as the other man lunged at Bela again, clearly intent on maiming or disfiguring her.
This was not Isabela's day, and she wished she'd been paying more attention in her self defense class. There was all that stuff about how to get away, how to throw people, how to cut people with a gigantic knife instead of putting your arm up to shield yourself against a jagged piece of glass...
Alright well maybe that last part wasn't covered in the classes, but Isabela reflected on it and decided that it really should have. Honestly she was just trying to protect her face, and if the glass was in her arm it was at least not going to do more damage to her cheeks or anything.
While he was busy doing that, she slashed at him with the big knife still in her hand. Where were the bloody police, anyway?
This? Was why Kirk suggested defense in numbers.
Aveline suspected she was closer than any uniformed units when the call through dispatch. She radio'd in that she was responding, and that back up should be sent just in case.
She pulled into the parking lot of Denny's, lights flashing, and hopped out of her car, one hand going to her gun as she opened the door.
Kirk picked up a broken table leg, smashing it on Arishok ineffectually, "Come ON are you part buffalo?!"
Arishok ignored him, and lunged at Isabela again.
"Sweet thing," Isabela mumbled, while trying to dodge to the side and whack Arishok with the knife again, "Stop provoking the big bull man."
Aveline spotted the altercation and drew her gun. "POLICE! Put you hands where I can see them and step away from the woman!"
Kirk moved his hands a bit away from his body, just in case. Arishok froze, looking between Bela, and the cop. He scowled, then dropped the bloody piece of glass and lifted his hands. One was bleeding profusely from the makeshift weapon.
Isabela, in turn, dropped the big knife she'd absconded with, and put her own hands up. She really, really hated the police, but now wasn't the time to buck authority.
Aveline kept her gun trained on the large man as she pulled out her handcuffs. "Turn around and put your hands behind your back," she told him.
Arishock wasn't stupid. He couldn't take down Bela before the cop reacted. Part of him even felt a bit ashamed, but the woman just pressed every button and enraged him so. He did as ordered, as though he didn't even feel the pain.
Kirk, meanwhile, continued to gasp down air, and started to check his chest for broken ribs.
Hospital, or McCoy. He'll phone McCoy after making a statement.
Aveline slapped the hand cuffs on the large, large man. "Has anyone called an ambulance?" she asked the smaller man. She glanced at the woman, who had definitely taken the brunt of the beating. There was something...familiar about her.
McCoy had been driving home from his shift at the morgue, when he noticed the crowd and cars outside of Denny's. No ambulance yet, but his instincts all told him he should go see what was going on anyway. He parked the truck and tried to get inside. "I'm a doctor!" he called as he came. Well, mostly.I'm sure McCoy calls "I'm a doctor!" as he comes, a lot. in both senses of the word
Kirk wasn't looking very pretty either. He was going to have a nasty black bruise on half his face, later, "Bones? Seriously?"
Isabela still had her hands up. Her arm was killing her, but she was more worried about Kirk, to be honest. She watched the red head deal with Arishok and squinted a bit. Part of her was recalling the fact that Miriel had wanted her to make a statement before. Most of this situation probably could have been avoided.
"No ambulances, thank you. I've got an allergy to medical professionals," she looked over at McCoy as he came in, "Except him. He's alright."
"You can put you hands down, ma'am. I didn't mean you when I said hands in the air," Aveline said.
"Who's in charge?" McCoy called, going to search out the officers here. That was until he spotted his friends and rushed over, first to Jim, who was closer. "The hell is going on?" he asked.
"Oh, well," Isabela muttered, and put her arms down, "Common mistake I guess."
The red head looked extremely familiar. She was trying to figure out WHY. It niggled at the back of her mind, like those other nagging memories she'd had earlier, but it wouldn't materialize.
Kirk waved McCoy off. He likely had bruised or cracked ribs, a broken nose, that nasty mark on his face, and his neck had an angry red choke mark. But he still tried to push McCoy at Isabela.
He almost hit on Aveline. Almost.
"Right." McCoy said, nodding at him. "I'll deal with you later, Jim." And he was heading to Isabela to get a good look at her. "You're hurt." he said, when he reached her. "What's worst?"
Aveline holstered her gun and pulled out her notebook. She'd need statements from the other resturaunt patrons as well as the smaller man and woman. She'd let the uniforms cart of the steroid-user-looking fellow.
Arishok was just big boned! He got carted off, but not before glaring threateningly at Isabela.
Seeing that glare made McCoy glare right back and step in front of Isabela protectively. He wanted her? he was going to have to go through one pissed off southern gentleman hell bent on protecting a friend.
"What's worst is my pride, it's been stomped all over by a bull man," Isabela sighed, and held her arm out, "Probably this,but honestly Kirk was almost choked to death, so if you'll just toss me some gauze I'll deal with this and you can go be his hero.
She glanced at the red head and swallowed any fear that glare lodged in her direction might have caused. Then she looked back at McCoy, "I think he's got something broken, all I need is stitches."kirks smash mine
Kirk just gave McCoy a thumbs up.
"You're probably the one that I can deal with at the moment." McCoy said honestly, ripping off a piece of his shirt to put over the blood and pressed down hard. "I can't stitch you here, don't have the stuff, but I can control the bleeding. If Jim got choked that hard...he'll probably need an ambulance. I get the feeling Anne of Green Gables over there is taking care of that part."
"Am fine," Kirk rasped. "Bela?"
Somehow he'd rather face an army of midgets again.
"Jim, they could've crushed your windpipe." McCoy informed him, from where he was helping Isabela. "You let me know if it gets really hard to breathe." He could manage an emergency trach here. In theory.
"...Detective Aveline Vallen." Her tone said, 'remember who has a gun here.'
Jim shook his head, shooting McCoy a look. He worked the muscles of his throat, feeling them loosen.
'Good to meet you, ma'am." McCoy gave her a smile and brief nod. "Looks like you got this settled down real well."
Kirk did try to shake Aveline's hand, "Jim Kirk. Thanks for the good timing, beautiful." Okay, he had to flirt. A little.
"Detective Aveline, My friend is also highly allergic to hospitals, and I have the feeling that the good Doctor here doesn't want to try and stitch me up with chicken lacing from the kitchen, so ... what can we do to help you get us out of here faster?" Isabela helped apply pressure to her arm, then glanced at the other cut across her upper arm. That one was already scabbing over, luckily.
Isabela was going to have some sexy scars. Kirk looked forward to licking them.
Isabela looked forward to him not dying from being choked and then swallowing his own pride.
"I need statements from the two of you about what happened here." Aveline suspected 'domestic dispute' was part of it. Abusive...something or other.
Kirk coughed, then tried to give his statement, "Was enjoying breakfast with Isabela. He came in. Called her a whore. We got into a little argument. Mostly he got into the argument. He asked her what diseases I'd given her, I answered I gave her that disease where you come to your senses about people you're dating."
He found something to drink, then continued, "He charged the table, threw it through that window over here. There was tussling. God I sound like a frog. She distracted him, I tackled him, punched him in the face a few times." Kirk was proud of that, the nose breaking had been satisfying, "He flipped us around, got me in a choke hold. Bela got all..sexy aggressive with that knife trying to bluff him into letting me go. He did let go and attacked her with that piece of glass, which is about where you came in."
Aveline took notes.
"Jesus." McCoy breathed, frowning at that. Yeah, somebody with the proper things to treat them was going to need to come. Or, he guessed he could drag them back to the lab. They had enough equipment there that he could do a patch up job. Considering all he had with him was hand sanitizer, that seemed likely.
Kirk plopped down right on the floor, holding up his finger like 'I'm okay!'
"Jim. don't even try it." McCoy told him, seriously. "Look, I know people don't like doctors fussing but you never know what's gotten crushed in there."
"... I could add that this is a continuation of a dispute on Saturday night that involved him burning some of my possessions and violently kicking me out of his apartment, which I countered by hitting him on the head with a light fixture."
Isabela's tone was almost a whisper. It was another of those moments where she reflected on her life and realised it was actually HER life, which was utterly terrifying. Her head felt like it was swimming.
"We called the police about that, but he's obviously still angry. Otherwise, I have nothing to add to Kirk's statement," she blinked, then added, "Isabela Rivaini, by the way."
There was a woman that Aveline knew personally that could corroberate (sp?) Isabela's story there.
"Not my nanny, Bones." Kirk rasped. He nodded his head at Isabela - he'd suspected something.
McCoy noted the tone, and squeezed Isabela's hand lightly, just to give her some support. "Hey," he said quietly. "It's gonna be okay." He wished he'd known how bad it was before, but now that he did. "You've got us. And Jim, I might as well be." Then he decided that another tactic might be needed here. "What happens if it holds out til we're in the woods and then you choke to death? You might want to avoid that."
Fuuu....
"More worried about her."
"Yeah, but after she gets squared away, stitched up and checked out, it's still your turn." McCoy wasn't taking no for an answer here either.
"Look, I'm going to tell you two the same thing I told Miriel. I'm not some fragile, victimized flower. I earned the punch to the face and I earned this, too. So STOP." Isabela gathered her hands up into her hair for a minute, and actually tugged.
"...my advice would be to get a restraining order, Ms. Rivaini. Do you have somewhere you can stay that he doesn't know about?" Aveline finished taking her notes and took out one of her cards. "I know a shelter. And my cell number's on the back. If you need anything. It's always on."
"I don't know if you earned it or not, but I know you're hurt now, and I know it needs taken care of." McCoy told her, seriously. "And where I'm from, anyone who does that to a woman, even one who takes care of herself the way you do, isn't much of a man."
Kirk knew he liked McCoy for a reason.
Ignoring, for a moment, the two men falling all over themselves to help her out, she turned to Aveline, "Thank you. I think I know the woman who runs that shelter, and she can probably... help me... with the restraining order and all of that."
Somehow, Kirk think it took a lot for Isabela to accept that much.
Aveline raised an eyebrow. "Miriel?" she asked. "She's good at that, yes."
"I've been staying with her since everything went tits up," Isabela nodded, "She's probably wondering where I am right now."
Additionally, she'd probably get that exceptionally stern look on her face and scold Isabela up down and sideways when she found out. Isabela wasn't looking forward to that at all.
Damn right! Then fire off an email to Galadriel's law office.
Kirk crawled to his feet, "That man..is a fucking buffalo."
"Agreed with that." McCoy had gotten a glance at him after all. Jesus, he didn't know they built em like that in real life.
"You need medical attention," Isabela sighed, "Nevermind the buffalo man."
Vin Diesel. On steroids.
Kirk squinted at her, "Fine. Sorry..was hoping for a quiet morning." Maybe starwatching again, even. Or a trip down to the ocean.
"You really do, Jim." McCoy put his hands on his hips. "You don't do it and...and I'm not coming camping and I'm making sure that Scotty won't come eit...Thanks." he told Isabela. smiling.
Now he was being blackmailed!
He felt the need to clarify the situation, "Swear to god, wasn't looking for a fight, and I'm sober."Bela was starting to make him feel too squishy for that
"Wrong place, wrong time." McCoy nodded at that. "You're smarter than to PICK a fight, I know."
"This was my fault," Isabela sighed, then looked at Aveline, "Are we free to go?"Isabela, admitting FAULT?
Aveline nodded.
Well he might have poked the bear a bit, but it was an inevitable bear and he just wanted to skip past the formality of insults and taunting.
Kirk pointed at Bela, "..try not to bleed on Sulu's car."
Bears...happened sometimes, didn't they? "Come on." McCoy nodded at both of them. "I'll take you to get checked out if you'd rather."
"And it's that big fellow's fault, not yours, Ms. Rivaini," Aveline added.
Kirk just nodded. He was going to get checked out, then swing around to check on Bela, then pass out on Sulu's couch again. Unless Bela wanted him to pass out on her.
Isabela squinted at Aveline, "If you say so, Detective. And ... thanks."
WHY did that woman look so familiar?
She shuffled her way over to Bones, then, and nodded at him. "No bleeding on Sulu's car, poor boy, he's been through enough this week."Put beer goggles on, and then strip the detective.That might be what it took, but even then, were they allowed to ask, or tell?
"I'll take you both by." McCoy told Isabela. "That way, well. It's better we get both of you seen to right away. I think you'll both be able to squeeze in the truck. It's carried three before."
Kirk looked out at Sulu's car. Then flipped out his phone and called Varric. A moment later he hung up, "Okay, Varric'll take care of the car."
Sulu would just be glad he was at home right now, asleep and completely oblivious.
"Right then." McCoy went to get the door and then stand there to give them a boost up since they were injured after all. "Either of you need to call your doctor to get the ER visit okayed for insurance?" he asked, thinking that through now.
"Ooo, close quarters in the truck," Isabela giggled, then shook her head at McCoy as she snuggled up in the car, "I don't even have insurance."
Kirk pulled her into his lap, "Mine is pretty shitty."
McCoy nodded at both of them. "Well, luckily, that can all get taken care of. They're obligated to take you anyway in an emergency." Firm nod. "treatment first, then the paperwork."
"Yay."
"woohoo," Isabela added. She flopped against Jim and closed her eyes.
Kirk wrapped an arm around her protectively, "Thanks, Bones. Can we not bring this up with the others just yet?"
His throat was still too sore to say much more than that, so he hoped he conveyed that he just didn't want to deal with the 'Jim's a troublemaker' just yet.
And here Isabela thought that he was asking that question so they could avoid her having to talk about it.
"I can keep it quiet." McCoy agreed. "Your business after all." He fought the urge to stroke both of their hair or something. He just...you know. Wanted to. And wanted to take care of them too. "You did good." he added absently. "Both of you. I'm glad they got the bastard though."
Oh no, Miss Rivaini. You aren't off the hook that easily.
"I just hope this' the end of it. Jack's going to ask for 3 weeks off by the time I get back to handle things," Isabela sounded drowsy. She felt safe enough in the car with these two to nap the whole way, if they let her.
"We've got you," Kirk murmured, before letting her drift off.
He glanced at McCoy as if to say 'right?'
McCoy gave him a firm nod. Yeah, they definitely did.