[Well that had been horrible. Not that McCoy wasn't used to running from the local fauna (or sometimes flora) of whatever colorful world they'd decided to play Lewis and Clark on. And it was his own fault really for humoring Jim every time the Captain decided to put him on the away team because 'live a little Bones!'
They'd split from the rest of their team, of course 'heroes luck' meant they'd ended up as monster bait, one would have been fine but they'd collected a pack of them; gnashing teeth and razor claws- and there was a sudden stomach-sinking moment of déjà vu when they'd hit the cliff edge because oh this again?. This time the water below hadn't been deep and crystal blue, it had been dark and churning with sharp rocks jutting from the inky surface like rotten teeth--
McCoy didn't remember jumping, the jolt of cold water had shocked any thought besides] "God damn!" [ from his brain as he surfaced, gasping for air as he treaded water, trying to gather himself, trying not to think about what awful things could be lurking in these waters. And where was--?]
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They'd split from the rest of their team, of course 'heroes luck' meant they'd ended up as monster bait, one would have been fine but they'd collected a pack of them; gnashing teeth and razor claws- and there was a sudden stomach-sinking moment of déjà vu when they'd hit the cliff edge because oh this again?. This time the water below hadn't been deep and crystal blue, it had been dark and churning with sharp rocks jutting from the inky surface like rotten teeth--
McCoy didn't remember jumping, the jolt of cold water had shocked any thought besides] "God damn!" [ from his brain as he surfaced, gasping for air as he treaded water, trying to gather himself, trying not to think about what awful things could be lurking in these waters. And where was--?]
"Jim?"