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It's rare for Spock to take pity on anyone, but after enough of Doctor McCoy's poking and prodding, Spock does understand John's want to get out of medbay. Their situation is still strange and it's not often that a ship like the Enterprise is long-term home to a civilian, but the doctor had wanted to do his tests and as John had been through a particularly trying ordeal in the name of saving countless lives, the strings had practically pulled themselves to have him given space there as they explore deep space, especially as they are still unsure if they may find more anomalies of a "magical" nature.

For his part, Spock does not understand the nature of magic. It has its own rules as science does, but they seem to bend and change as if trying to catch water in a net. It only makes him want to learn more about it and in turn leads to him spending time with John, who may not play chess with him as the Captain does, but who gifts Spock with stimulating conversation all the same.

Currently, they are in the quarters that John has been given on the ship sitting close on the same side of his small kitchenette table and pouring over one of the few occult texts they have found in the Federation database that John hasn't insulted. Yet. Spock prefers coming here to forcing John to endure the warmer temperature of his own quarters set for Vulcan comfort more than human.

Spock's eyes are amused even if the rest of his face is still. "Only humans could believe such things into working."

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When Constantine had realized the spell invoked by the dead sorceress was going to take more than just a few choice words to close it, he hadn't figured there'd be an after. Well, not one that involved anything other than death and his soul being delivered to Hell. He came to terms with that eventuality a long while ago and he's been carrying it around with him his whole life.

Had to end sometime.

So when he'd found himself pulled through, feeling as though he was being roughly ripped apart and shoved back together with his consciousness still intact for it all---he didn't expect to be dumped on solid ground. Much less gasping and choking into dirt and the portal still sputtering and attempting to remain open. Everything was raw and screaming at him but if he didn't get this bloody thing closed who knew what damage it would cause. It wasn't until after it was done that he realized there was an audience and said group had taken him in.

Which is how he wound up on a starship in the middle of deep space in another universe. World of wonders.

Recovery was hardly easy on him. Magic always has a cost. He's still feeling it. Body shutting down for no discernable reason to their devices and no way to fix it. The doc didn't seem to appreciate it much and John had no patience for poking and prodding of a medical nature when his time was limited as is. Medical science wasn't going to get an answer to a magical malady.

He hums into the sip of tea he's got, coughing a little as he shifts to set it away from the PADD. Offering a wry chuckle, he hums. "Don't sell yourself short, old son. I've seen you with your meditation, already partway there. Different way of thinking, is all. Of seeing things."

This one text they're pouring over is the only one that isn't absolute rubbish. He's surprised they were able to dredge up anything, honestly.

"Where I come from there are magical creatures of all sorts. History that was too fantastical and woven into tales."