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She's not there to apologize. At least that's what she tells herself the entire time she's walking to his hut, arm aching where the she'd been cut and not looking forward to the visit at all. But she needed a doctor to look at her arm and she didn't feel like she could set foot in the clinic yet. And she had to admit, she wanted him to know that she was back. She figured he might have been worried.

But she's not going to apologize. If anything he should, for what he said, for acting like she was crazy to hold onto any hope, any hope at all that her mother was still there. He'd been an asshole and a jerk and she got pissed off all over again just thinking about it.

Kicking a stone off the boardwalk she takes a deep breath to try and calm herself. Emotionally, she's still on a roller-coaster, not knowing from one moment to another how she's going to feel or how it's going to affect her and she knows that's a bad way to be when visiting people, but she doesn't feel like she has a choice.

Her arm hurts and she's not going to apologize.

But when she knocks on his door, there's no one there. Walking around, she tries to look inside, calling his name before remembering - there was some shindig tonight, some casino something or other that she'd seen posters for before... before her little vacation. Figures. Sitting on the front step, she waits, knowing he has to come back sooner or later.

Date: 2011-06-19 04:54 am (UTC)
leftwithmybones: (BROW OF DOOM: by ?)
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McCoy's working the tie loose when he sees her. He sighs when he then gets a really good look at her and picks up the pace, glad that he'd kept himself on the fairly sober side (considering he'd been surrounded by so many people). He doesn't hesitate when he gets to her side, lifting up the arm with the cut and giving her a displeased look. "What the hell were you thinking, huh?"

Date: 2011-06-20 01:34 am (UTC)
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McCoy doesn't care about how mean her words are because he's doled out ten times meaner in his time. "People like me, huh?" he deadpans, looking at her arm. "Looks to me like you caught a nasty bit of an injury. From the dinosaur? Or just people like me."

Date: 2011-06-20 02:27 am (UTC)
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"Yeah, of course," he says, his voice subdued and hushed slightly as he gestures with his chin for her to follow him inside. "So, then, from you being here on your own, I take it you didn't find her," he says quietly, searching through the medical supplies he keeps in his home lab to treat her with.

Date: 2011-06-20 02:41 am (UTC)
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McCoy frowns at that, giving Rachel a confused look as he starts to clean out the wound. "Hold up, you're jumping ahead here. Maddie?" he echoes, lost. "Who the hell is Maddie?"

Date: 2011-06-20 02:51 am (UTC)
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McCoy goes incredibly still. The paleness of his expression definitely has nothing to do with his exhaustion or the drink and everything to do with the realization that he'd just treated a woman who looked a lot like Jean.

"...yeah, I met her," he says, tentatively. "What about her?"

Date: 2011-06-20 03:07 pm (UTC)
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"So, if she's from your world and married to your Dad..." He's starting to put the pieces together in a way that makes him think he'd rather have left them loose and out there. "I'm not gonna like the epiphany I'm coming up to, am I?"

Date: 2011-06-21 03:16 pm (UTC)
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McCoy feels able to relax, slightly. "She's basically a clone," he interprets. Clones, he can deal with. Hell, for a period of time, he had to watch a clone of himself traipse around with bleach blond highlights and goddamn wings, spouting surfer talk. "Dangerous?"

Date: 2011-06-23 04:58 am (UTC)
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McCoy takes in a deep breath as he wonders just what kind of person he'd met the other day. He wonders if she's good or if she's just hiding all the bad until the best time arrives for her to show it. "So, if she isn't so good a person anymore, what happens? You just watch and wait for the shit to hit the fan?"

Date: 2011-06-26 12:23 am (UTC)
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McCoy now feels a lot more awkward about plenty of things, including finding her in the way he did. Hell, now he doesn't even know how to confront this woman -- who looks like the one he loved, who's gone. He puts it out of mind for now, focusing on the wound in front of him. "I'm gonna give you a localized sedative, okay?" he says, before injecting her with the hypospray.

Date: 2011-06-26 01:38 am (UTC)
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"It's a goddamn tiny poke," he insists, a bit sharper than he really means to be, but he can't help it. "And I'm not gonna say a word, discretion is key, yeah, I know," he promises, looking at the wound and getting out his kit to start mending the skin with the futuristic stuff. She's been through enough, she doesn't need to sit there watching him pull thread through her skin.

Date: 2011-06-27 07:07 pm (UTC)
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McCoy sobers up at that long enough to realize he doesn't want to spend too much time thinking about it. He shakes his head as if trying to shake the feeling of loss from his shoulders, swallowing hard as he stares at her skin. "Let's not discuss what might have been when it's all gone to shit, now."

Date: 2011-06-29 09:23 pm (UTC)
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McCoy quiets as he takes his time fixing the wound, not satisfied until it's fully and absolutely patched up. When it is, he feels the bout of awkwardness wash over him. He clears his throat and manages a brief smile. "So, what's out there that did this to you? Dino, you said?"

Date: 2011-07-01 02:09 am (UTC)
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"Did you really want my drunk ass out there with you?" McCoy asks incredulously, getting the last of the wound sewn up as he turns to find some ointment to put on that'll keep it from itching. "Cuz, I gotta tell you, kid, you would've been hauling back a lot more than just a cut from a tree. I'm no good, okay," is all he says, roughly.

Date: 2011-07-01 08:51 pm (UTC)
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McCoy scowls slightly, but she has a point. He hasn't exactly been a great pal to be around and even Jessica seems to be mildly tolerating him lately at work. He's no peach, but he's been worse, these days. "So what, what do you want me to do? Scour the island for a ghost? She's not here!"

Date: 2011-07-02 11:26 pm (UTC)
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"I'm older than you, kid. And when you get to be my age and things don't tend to turn out very well, you start to look at the negative side. I mean, hell, months before I got here, the whole damn universe nearly got turned into a black hole because one man lost his wife and child. I'm not good at looking on the bright side, but I am sorry," he gets out, struggling to make an apology for something he's not sure he's entirely sorry about. "I should've tried harder, at least for you."

Date: 2011-07-03 12:23 pm (UTC)
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"I know it's hard. Trust me, I know," McCoy points out, considering that he doesn't know the next time he'll be good again or the next time he'll get through the day without the aid of a drink. "There's still other stuff to focus on." For him, he's got Jessica still, Rogue's case, and his vaccines and drugs.

Date: 2011-07-04 12:43 am (UTC)
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McCoy sits back and rests his hands in his lap, gesturing to her wound with his chin. "Keep that wrapped. It's sutured up and it's safe, but the last thing you need is an infection because you're letting all kinds of dirt and crap get in there. Any other problems with it, and you come back to see me. Got it?"

Date: 2011-07-04 01:53 pm (UTC)
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McCoy's been on the receiving end of enough hugs to know how he's supposed to do this. He shifts to welcome her in closer, a hand on her hair as he pulls her in, swaying gently side to side, the way that Jo always liked her hugs to go. "Thanks," he murmurs softly. "I think I needed that."

Date: 2011-07-06 09:23 pm (UTC)
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"Was...?" He feels awkward about prodding. Hell, he's not sure he'd want to be asked if the tables were reversed, but he can't help himself. It's a damn leading statement and the question is out of his mouth before he can stop himself.

Date: 2011-07-08 08:05 pm (UTC)
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McCoy sighs and cleans up his hands before reaching out to give her a light tap at the shoulder. "Come on, come inside, come to the kitchen and we'll have some sandwiches while you tell me about what you found out there. You can even entertain the cat."

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