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"How is he, Bones?"
"He's dead, Jim." McCoy rolled his eyes.
"Pity…" Kirk said, glancing wistfully at the incredibly handsome corpse on the bed. The corpse which at that precise moment gasped and shot up, causing everyone in the room to jump.
"He's dead?" Kirk stared at the medic incredulously.
"He was dead!" Bones protested.
"I can't die," the man added helpfully, "Don't know why, but I can't. Ever."
"Well that helps," McCoy muttered grumpily.
"Captain James Kirk of the Starship Enterprise."
"Captain Jack Harkness," the not-so-dead man grasped Kirk's hand.
McCoy sighed, the captains were going to be insufferable.