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24 - Voice

[Filtered to Security, viewable by Kirk]

[Sounding eeever so slightly wasted from pain/sadistic glee/adrenaline]

Hey. Hey. Someone needs to come peel Picard Jr. off the floor of the bow common room on Level 2. He was trashing the place, I told him to knock it off, he attacked me, I defended myself blah blah blah.

I'd do it myself but I'm kind of injured. On which note, I'm pretty sure all the blood on the furniture is mine.

[Private to Kirk]

You sober right now? I know the Infirmary is like twenty yards away but I can't exactly walk.

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[With a giant headache that you are not helping but sober, yes.]

Didn't I tell you--

I'll be there in a couple minutes.

[When he arrives, he looks like he's seen better days but then again, so has Shego apparently, so don't they make quite the pair. Jim sighs a bit and goes over to her, noting that someone has already come and collected Shinzon.]

"It'll be easier if I just carry you but if your pride says you have to at least walk on your own a little, then give me your hand."

"Yeah. My pride says that."

Jim gets the predictable glare for daring to suggest carrying her; Shego grabs his hand and uses the leverage to pull herself up, her bad foot lifted entirely off the ground. Her face is pretty much covered in blood at this point - even shallow cuts to the forehead bleed like you wouldn't believe.

"What did you tell me?"

"Jesus, you're a mess." Because he's one to talk about coming out pretty looking from fights.

Jim twists her arm a little bit so he's got her arm around his shoulders and he's got an arm around her middle.

"I told you it'd be easier to let me carry you," he retorts, starting slowly towards the door. "And I think I also told you to leave Shinzon alone."

It'd be really nice if there was more dignity to basically hugging your warden while hopping but there really, really isn't. And her voice is still a bit croaky from being elbowed in the throat. Good times.

"I was working, okay? And he started it. I haven't been, like, stalking him so I could jump on the chance to rough him up. I really don't care all that much about your slighted honor, Jimmy."

"I'm not talking about that. You could've called for someone to come help you with him. There is a whole Security force here and I dunno, me, Bones, whoever else you trust. You didn't have to take him on by yourself."

Shego decides not to point out that him and Bones pretty much make up the list of people she trusts on their own.

"I didn't need help with that angsty little dweeb. I wouldn't even have bothered asking you to come drag me down a hallway, but if this ankle heals badly then none of my shoes will ever fit me again."

"Well my Item started chirping about thirty seconds before you contacted me anyway. So it's not like you could have hidden it from me." Jim sighs and rolls his eyes a little bit. "For future reference, Bones is really good at patching up injuries that you aggravate a lot."

"Yeah, well, maybe I don't feel like aggravating your husband any more than I've got to, okay?" She clenches her teeth and leans on him a little heavier. The adrenaline's wearing off and the pain's kicking in.

Jim laughs under his breath. "He likes you more than he likes me. Don't worry about it." He notices her leaning against him heavier and rolls his eyes again. "Almost there. The offer to be carried is still valid though."

"Sure, I'll cash that in when I'm missing an entire leg or something." She's tempted to push him off and hobble the rest of the way but she knows that'll just be an extra couple weeks in plaster and probably her warden finding it hilarious.

Door to the infirmary. Finally.

"Please try not to ever be in a situation where you're missing one of your legs." Jim pushes the door open with his free arm. "And fight better next time. A broken ankle? You can do better."

She arches her eyebrows. "Fight dirtier, you mean? I only got the freaking broken ankle because I held off using my powers. I'll just go straight ahead and nail the other guy to the wall next time, okay?"

"I gave you a phaser, didn't I? They don't just shoot when you're out of other options. It's a cool, future thing but you get used to it."

"Okay, fine, you got me. The only reason I didn't phase him straight away was so I could taunt an angry bald guy into attempted homicide." And no, there's not quite enough sarcasm there to disguise the honesty.

Kirk decides not to harp on that right now. He's going to save it for when he gets on her case for turning into Kim Possible, which he doesn't have the heart to do at the moment. And his head hurts too much to have that fight.

He brings her over to a bed, unwinding her arm from his shoulder.

"Here, sit down and I'll go find Bones."

Shego nods, letting go of him gradually and leaning heavily on her good leg as she sits down.

"Thanks," she mutters. Just as an afterthought.

Bones, as it turns out, chose that moment to emerge from the office, PADD in one hand. "I can hear you two squabbling from-"

He also chose that moment to look up and get an eyeful of Shego, step quickening as he walked over. "Jesus, what the hell happened?" He glanced over Jim, no visible issues besides a nasty hangover, before focusing on Shego.

"She got into a fight. Didn't pull her phaser fast enough. The usual," Kirk says before Shego can say anything. There's no need to tell Bones that Shinzon did it, if only to spare Shego that lecture.

"Her ankle's broken I think. That's the worst of the damage."

"I'm not a kid at the doctor's office, Jimmy, and I can still talk," Shego says, shooting him a glare, then continues reluctantly. "But yeah, he's pretty much got it all down there. This," she gestures at the glancing cut across her forehead, "stings like heck but it's not all that deep or anything."

"Heaven forbid we have a calm moment arounnnd here." McCoy said as he kneeled to get a better look at her ankle, examining it gingerly. "Who was it this time?"

"Shinzon," Shego says, before Kirk can stop her. "Security business. He was being a jerk. And don't say this time like I get into fights every other week."

Kirk shoots her a look for that. Maybe he will bring up Princess Kimmy now.

"He's confusing you with me again," he says instead, avoiding McCoy's eye just in case.

"Shinzon? That 'Reman' bastard that tried to drown you?" McCoy looked at Kirk for a moment before turning back to Shego. "Lie back, you need to keep your ankle elevated." He said, grabbing two pillows from another bed for her to put her foot on.

"And for that matter I meant there's always trouble, not that you always get into it like certain people I won't mention." James T. Kirk. He kept on with the grumbling tone as he leaves out of earshot to get ice and a splint, coming back with a mild scowl.

"He gets really mad if you call him pretty much anything except his name," Shego notes, twisting on the bed so she can lie down and prop up her leg. The pain spikes when she moves, then settles into a dull throb. "Guy's got some issues."

"Yeah, we couldn't figure that out before." Kirk grabs a chair from somewhere and pulls it up next to the bed, sitting on it, so he's straddling the back.

"Is she gonna live, doc?"

"She'll be fine if she stays off that foot of hers for a while." McCoy answered, packing the ice and putting it carefully on the swell of her ankle. "Hold that there- and I'm not surprised. Everyone's been in a mood lately thanks to that latest flood." He turned to set up the splint.

"Don't say 'she' like I'm not here," Shego says, scowling. "Are you gonna drug me before resetting that or do I just have to bite down on something?" Yes, analgesics are better than unnecessary pain.

"You can have my hand to squeeze and try and break my fingers if you want."

"Both of you pipe down. Jim, go get my med pack." McCoy gestured across the Infirmary where it lay. "Lord, he's impossible. I don't know how you put up with it." He was an equal opportunity 'talking about someone like they weren't there' kind of guy.

"You like me a little bit or something there, Bones?" Kirk said, winking at the doctor before he gets up to go fetch the med pack needed.

Shego slumped back and threw an arm over her eyes. "Would you keep it in the bedroom, sport? I'm in enough pain already."

McCoy looked up for a moment to spare Jim a sharp look for his trouble. He spared Shego any returned banter on the matter, it only egged Jim on he found, though then again what didn't egg the stubborn brat on.

He took small scanner from his pocket and ran it over Shego's ankle, regarding the results before moving it to her torso and head. "Little bastard is stronger than I thought." He mused, turning away again.

"Bones, you don't have any faith in my ability to defend myself do you?" Kirk asked, disregarding Shego's request that he keep the flirting to himself. It was like breathing. He couldn't really say a sentence without flirting.

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