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It was simply an investigation. You too found yourself curious enough of the device to be there.

[ if it'd just been him, he calculates that he could've easily covered enough distance to be in proximity of a road. however, the presence of the doctor means that spock's own calculations will have to be adjusted to include the abilities and limitations of mccoy, with respect paid to the harsh environmental factors. it made things more difficult, but perhaps it was a direct result of being on the enterprise too long, or in the proximity of kirk, but the vulcan wasn't about to ditch (no matter how much the other complained). there would be no man left behind. ]

The faster we move, the quicker we may be able to find shelter. It would be our wisest option at the moment.

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I wouldn't call it curious. It's a problem, it needs to be solved.

_{( Bones would be touched, except he's still utterly convinced he's going to die in this frozen wasteland.

He huffs, and the breath escapes his mouth in a visible cloud. )}

When I-- figure out-- how to-- reroute-- my body's-- efficiency-- to go-- as fast-- as you think is-- acceptable-- I'll-- let you-- know.

_{( It's really cold. )}

A problem determined and capable to deter any who try to solve it by sending them elsewhere.

[ needless to say, spock is even more concerned and determined to find out what the hell the porter device is. ]

If we make it back, I shall note down all our findings, up to and including our current situation.

[ wait the good doctor wasn't sounding too good at all ]

[ of course, human bodies were not meant to withstand this kind of weather. at least not without proper insulated clothing of which they have none. even spock himself is starting to feel a bit of a chill, but his rigid self-discipline keeps him from outwardly showing it.

still.

its really is quite cold. ]

Doctor McCoy, I believe that in the unfortunate circumstance of our situation and with the likely probability of it getting worse before we can find suitable shelter, there is but one logical course of action.

Are you saying that just because there being no logical course of action would make your head explode?

_{( He's not 100% sure that that would actually happen, but he's not willing to bet against that result. He honestly can't think of anything to do but keep moving, even as his fingers start to numb and his lips turn as blue as the uniform shirt he isn't wearing. He does, however, stop to give Spock the wariest stare. )}

...what course of action would that be?

You yourself know that is a highly illogical statement.

[ is he just messing with bones now? has spock become self-aware of his own logic dropping? the world may never know. ]

I believe you are familiar with common methods of preventing hypothermia.

Good thing I don't give a rat's ass.

_{( He mutters that, before taking a step back from Spock. He knows a dozen ways to prevent hypothermia, and most of them include layering in wool sweaters. Also, soaking in lukewarm water. There's also the more obvious solution, but he thinks he'd rather die. So he says so. )}

I'd rather die.

[ Spock's - well he's not hurt exactly, but he is mildly offended that Bones would take such a strong stance against his perfectly valid suggestion. ]

An outcome that would help neither of us. I would much rather increase both our chances of survival until we can find a more suitable solution.

_{( Bones just stands there, frozen in place, arms across his chest and expression so tensely squashed it shouldn't be naturally possible. )}

...god help me.

You are welcome to put forth any ideas of your own.

[ because they've got to do something. even spock's starting to get cold now and trying to fight down the shivers through sheer determination isn't going so well. ]

Just get over here before I change my mind.

_{( He is definitely thinking that this is for Spock, not for himself, and that it is his duty as a doctor to keep the other man healthy. Yep. That's exactly what's going on here. )}

[ whatever helps bones sleep at night. and you know, forget this whole incident ever occurred in the first place. because spock will give a dutiful nod before moving back to where the doctor is still standing. he motions for bones to give him his arm so that he can sling it around his own shoulders - as nice as just plain hugging it out would be, it would also be highly impractical if they stayed in one spot, without shelter. the idea is to get a good move on while using their proximity as a means of staving off the cold until they can find a non-sleazy trucker to let them hitchhike back. ]

_{( Okay so maybe Bones does loop his arm over Spock's shoulders, and maybe the proximity is better for the circulation of oxygenated blood through his body, and maybe he leans in a bit because in this icy tundra Spock is actually quite warm. Comparatively speaking. )}

This is still your fault. For the record.

Would you rather we stay and grow complacent in our life here?

[ don't make him drop you bones. or at least think about doing so because okay, logically, that would be a very bad idea since right now this is kind of benefitting both of them as they slowly make their way to warmer pastures. ]

Hello no. I'm just-- _{( more teeth chattering, there. )} saying we could've thought this through a bit better.

_{( "We", since he does know this is at least partly his fault. )}

Perhaps next time we can seek to proceed with a plan.

[ there may or may not have also been an attempt to pull bones and himself closer together in the interest of trapping more body warmth between them. ]

_{( This is the worst thing that has ever happened to him. More so because he can't protest the logic of that move. )}

Or we could just knock and see if she's in a better mood.

[ don't worry bones they shall never ever speak of this again. spock might note it down on the daily log he's been keeping since they arrived, but it will not be mentioned with real live words (unless the situation calls for it of course). for now, the vulcan's certainly focusing on seeing if there's even an abandoned cottage around somewhere they can use. ]

That would be inadvisable, doctor. We may not be as lucky as to end up together next time.

[ in other words, YER ON YER OWN ON THAT ONE BUB. also lucky because surely mccoy agrees ]

Lucky.

_{( One day, Spock is going to give him an aneurysm. He's relatively certain of this. Jim's going to give him a heart attack, and Spock's going to give him an aneurysm and he'll lose his two most important organs at once and implode in on himself in the most painful death possible.

Despite this thought, his arm tightens around Spock. )}

Can you get a signal on your comm?

[ good thing they've got leo, the tribble full of superblood, amirite

spock wordlessly shuffles their positions slightly so that he can reach the device currently in his pocket. the unfamiliarity of the technology makes it difficult for him to predict whether it will work, even if it in itself is rudimentary and easy enough to understand. it takes a few moments for him to get his fingers to stop trembling and actually hit the correct buttons, but once he does he attempts to hail kirk. then uhura. and then kirk again. ]

This is Commander Spock with Doctor McCoy. Do you read me?

[ the growing frown on his face should indicate exactly what kind of response, or lack thereof, that he's getting.

this would be so much easier if they could just get scotty to beam them. ]

Ugh.

_{( That's to what he assumes is a negative response. But, also, the cold is seeping into his lungs and his breath is getting harder to draw. His chest aches, and while he knows a dozen different ways to put things back to rights there's nothing he can do for himself in these circumstances.

He pauses their walk, abruptly. )}

[ SOMEWHERE BACK IN THE CITY...

Jim's at home, sitting in a disgustingly hipster v-neck and Adidas shorts, wondering where the hell everyone has gone to. Bones's probably at work, but Spock's usually at home, doing weird Vulcan intellectual things while muttering 'fascinating' every now and then.

He wonders if he should be worried. Then he shrugs and figures that Spock is probably off crying and making out with Uhura, and all worry he felt is negated.

And so, he makes full use of his home alone time. The shorts come off (but sorry ladies he's wearing boxer briefs), the sunglasses are on, and he's about to crawl up the fire exit and onto the roof to sunbathe, when he notices Leo sitting alone in the kitchen, cooing sadly.

Being an empathetic person, he feels sad for the tribble, and against his better judgement (Bones's threat still rings in his ears), he grabs the furball and his bottle of sunscreen. ]

You look lonely, little guy.

[ he gives it a pat, deciding that hey, even giant fuzzballs need a little bit of sun ]

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