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[Private to McCoy; voice]

Doc...? I lost...

Jimmy's gone. He started it, he just ran off, it's his own stupid fault and now I can't find him. He's gonna get eaten by wolves or something and it'll serve him right for being so dumb.

[And there's a noise that sounds suspiciously like sniffling.]

I need to find him. So I can beat him up for being such a tiny little pain in the neck.

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[have a short pause of 'oh god what must Jim be up to' before he speaks, accent popping up just a bit more than usual as he attempts to be comforting.] Don't worry kid, we'll find the little idiot. He makes enough racket wherever he goes, won't be hard.

I'm not a - I'm still me, I'm just...

[Full of confused adolescent hormones is what. Long getting-self-together pause.]

I've got my powers, I can...send up a flare or something? I don't wanna be...

I mean, it'd make more sense to search together, right? Two pairs of eyes, and...

...yeah.

Sounds like a better plan than running 'round this damned place. Throw one up and I'll come find you.

...'kay.

Um, look up, I guess?

[And have a decent twenty-second long column of green glowy light! It does not coordinate very nicely with the orange sky.]

[McCoy reluctantly left Pavi to his own devices, rubbing his temple against headache threatening to grab him. He was trying to ignore a particularly detailed memory of one of Pavi's victims. Thank god for the incarnation of distraction known as Jim Kirk.

It took him a few minutes to head out to where Shego's signal came from, holding back a branch as he called out.] Shego?

Shego emerged from behind a tree a few moments later, having heading in his direction since hearing the sound of footsteps. She was still a bit slow on her feet thanks to a turned ankle, but it wasn't so bad that she couldn't run if needed.

"Doc-!"

She moved forward suddenly, very nearly opening her arms to hug him out of sheer relief, then stopped short at the last second and crossed her arms over her chest instead.

"Yeah. Thanks for coming."

Edited 2009-11-25 02:56 (UTC)

McCoy noticed the slowness to her step, brow furrowing as he walked forward. "Are you alright- besides the obvious." He had to glance down to look at her, yes, this was strange. Very strange. He only thanked god that Shego seemed mature enough for her age, unlike certain others he could name.

"I tripped and twisted my ankle and it hurts," Shego said, pulling her arms tighter and affecting something like a pout. "Jimmy's fault. But yeah. I'm okay. I can still walk and whatever."

She glared at the ground for a moment, then glanced back up at him, unsure. "Are you okay, doc?"

"Damnit- here, sit down a second." McCoy said, rustling through his pack for gauze to at least try and bind her ankle to keep it from too much sidewards movement. He glanced over briefly as she asked, lips pursing.

"Yeah, I'm just fantastic." He said dryly. At least he was getting better at sorting through his thoughts and Pavi's when the other man's memories spiked. "Sit, you're going to need your ankle and speed for when we find that damned brat."

"When we find him I'm just gonna knock him out so he can't run off again and I can do that from a distance," Shego said, letting her hands flare up for a moment - but then she relented and sat down on a nearby rock, sticking out the offending foot.

"I didn't mean to lose him," she said after an interminable pause. Losing Kirk was one thing, but disappointing McCoy felt like something else. "He wanted to play tag, I let him keep ahead so I could keep watch, but I tripped and he kept running and...yeah. I was stupid," she added, with unusual vitriol for a comment aimed at herself.

McCoy kneeled and began wrapping up her ankle carefully but snug. It was strange to see her so young- not bitter except in a general youthful sort of way. It was entirely too much like Joanna for him to feel comfortable for, hell, she was almost the same height by now.

"Hell, I've lost him when his hands were swelling up like balloons and he should have been passing out." McCoy answered dryly, lips pursing to the side before he continued. "I'm sorry you were saddled with him- he wasn't being very detailed on where you two were running around." He finished the bandaging and stood. "There, try to keep off it. When we get back to the Barge I'll fix it up for you."

"Thanks," Shego said, getting to her feet and testing her weight on it for a moment. "S'better. Doesn't hurt so much."

She glanced back and forth for a moment, getting her bearings, then pointed off roughly northwards. "He went off that way, but..." But he could be anywhere by now. "Do you have, like, a future thing for finding people?"

"If only." McCoy muttered, pulling out his communicator. Dead. He sighed and put it back, raising his brow to Shego. "Looks like we're going to be at this the old fashioned way." He said as he began to walk, slowly so Shego wouldn't strain her ankle anymore.

"What the hell happened? You drank something?" He asked.

"Some weird fruit," Shego admitted. "Jimmy ate it first, and when he didn't die I had some too. Then he started..." She made a vague gesture to indicate her currently less-than-ideal state. "So I stopped. S'why it didn't happen as much to me as it did to him," she added, redundantly.

"I didn't realize you got your powers so young." McCoy commented as they walked, surveying the area in search of Jim. "Jesus, how old is he now exactly?"

She shoved at a tree branch that was in her way, then scowled and blasted it into the undergrowth. "Looks...seven or eight or something? He's acting like he's five."

"He always acts like he's five." McCoy remarked, pushing a branch back. "At least it won't be too much of a shock."

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