Fic: Promise, 1/1. Kirk/McCoy.
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title. Promise
rating. Teen
pairing. Kirk/McCoy
summary. It's like someone has flipped a switch and suddenly they're in a vacuum because Jim can't breathe.
notes. Written for this prompt at thest_xi_kink meme.
Leonard McCoy comes back from his morning meeting with the Admiralty as the sun sets, coloring the horizon and their dorm room in reds and oranges.
“Hey,” Jim calls from the ensuite when Bones falls back on to his bed, head hung forward. He lifts a hand to rub at his eyes, too exhausted and emotionally drained to yell anything back. Instead, he ignores the greeting, toes off his shoes, and curls up – in uniform and on top of the covers – before closing his eyes to push down the horrific mess that was suddenly his life.
He'd spent three years at Jim Kirk's side, stealing supplies from the clinic for wounds and treating his sexually transmitted diseases; he'd followed Jim from bar to bar, paying for the drinks Jim would down like they were water while smirking at the man's back over his single glass of beer. He'd kept every secret ever shared including the one about the costume Winona had forced him to wear at age three.
And in truth, Bones has always expected to continue that trend because as good as they are at their divergent specialties, they are so much better together and everyone knows it.
“Come on, get dressed! We've definitely got to go out tonight, Bones!” Jim laughs when he emerges from the head, hair perfectly set, and clothed in the only clean casual clothing he could find.
Bones doesn't move, squeezing his eyes shut, and saying, “You go on, Jim. I'll catch up.” He hears the shuffle of bare feet as the last word slips from his lips and then the bed dips at his back, one hand coming to rest on his shoulder.
“You okay?” Jim asks, instantly worried. He knows everyone's grieving on campus – Nero killed more than half of the Academy's cadets in one fell swoop at Vulcan – but Bones has been a rock, comforting any person who needs him including perfect strangers and other doctors.
Could he be having his own break down now? Jim frowns. Bones is the type to want solitude...
“They gave you the Enterprise, Jim,” he murmurs in reply, recalling easily what he'd read on the PADD in Barnett's office while waiting for Komack and the others to arrive.
“Which is why we need to go out and celebrate! I already picked my staff and you're on it – CMO, just like you should be.” Jim hopes the enthusiasm will engage Bones and pull him from his sullied mood, his hopes dashed when Bones rolls to face him.
“I don't think I can accept.”
“Why?”
Bones pauses, lets out a breath, and admits, “I broke a dozen regs to get you up there, Jim, and it doesn't matter that you saved the world – you weren't supposed to be on the Enterprise and I misused my status and rank to get you aboard. I don't know where they'll assign me, but I doubt it'll be your ship.”
It's like someone has flipped a switch and suddenly they're in a vacuum because Jim can't breathe; his heart's pounding hard in his chest as his mind taunts him with regret and fear. They can't take Bones from him! They can't, the man's his best friend, his other half. He's the voice of reason whether or not Jim pays any heed to him and he is the only person in Jim's life that he can trust with his life.
“No,” Jim states and his mind continues to race. “I'll talk to Pike...”
“He's already spoken on my behalf.”
“Spock... I'll talk to Spock,” he throws out next. “And the Ambassador. I could ask Uhura and Sulu – they were there, they can tell them that it was necessary, what you did...”
McCoy only watches him from the bed, smiling sadly. He doesn't know what the judgment of the leadership will bring, but it hurts a little to think of being apart from the man in front of him. “Jim,” he finally says, cutting off the increasing number of names that are flying from his mouth. “Don't go out tonight.”
He uncrosses the arms he'd put against his chest, unconsciously shielding himself from the world, unzips his cadet jacket and throws it across the room. His pants follow, leaving him in only the red boxer briefs and mock long-sleeved turtleneck; he reaches out of for Jim's hand and yanks him down onto the bed.
The beds they're given aren't large by any means, just standard twin longs like most dorms, so Jim has to sprawl half on Bones to keep from falling completely off. He pulls the tee over his head and curls one jean-clad leg over Bones' thighs.
“Don't believe in no-win scenarios,” Jim whispers. “I'll find a way. I won't leave you behind. I promise.”
Bones just kisses him.
title. Promise
rating. Teen
pairing. Kirk/McCoy
summary. It's like someone has flipped a switch and suddenly they're in a vacuum because Jim can't breathe.
notes. Written for this prompt at the
st_xi_kink meme.Leonard McCoy comes back from his morning meeting with the Admiralty as the sun sets, coloring the horizon and their dorm room in reds and oranges.
“Hey,” Jim calls from the ensuite when Bones falls back on to his bed, head hung forward. He lifts a hand to rub at his eyes, too exhausted and emotionally drained to yell anything back. Instead, he ignores the greeting, toes off his shoes, and curls up – in uniform and on top of the covers – before closing his eyes to push down the horrific mess that was suddenly his life.
He'd spent three years at Jim Kirk's side, stealing supplies from the clinic for wounds and treating his sexually transmitted diseases; he'd followed Jim from bar to bar, paying for the drinks Jim would down like they were water while smirking at the man's back over his single glass of beer. He'd kept every secret ever shared including the one about the costume Winona had forced him to wear at age three.
And in truth, Bones has always expected to continue that trend because as good as they are at their divergent specialties, they are so much better together and everyone knows it.
“Come on, get dressed! We've definitely got to go out tonight, Bones!” Jim laughs when he emerges from the head, hair perfectly set, and clothed in the only clean casual clothing he could find.
Bones doesn't move, squeezing his eyes shut, and saying, “You go on, Jim. I'll catch up.” He hears the shuffle of bare feet as the last word slips from his lips and then the bed dips at his back, one hand coming to rest on his shoulder.
“You okay?” Jim asks, instantly worried. He knows everyone's grieving on campus – Nero killed more than half of the Academy's cadets in one fell swoop at Vulcan – but Bones has been a rock, comforting any person who needs him including perfect strangers and other doctors.
Could he be having his own break down now? Jim frowns. Bones is the type to want solitude...
“They gave you the Enterprise, Jim,” he murmurs in reply, recalling easily what he'd read on the PADD in Barnett's office while waiting for Komack and the others to arrive.
“Which is why we need to go out and celebrate! I already picked my staff and you're on it – CMO, just like you should be.” Jim hopes the enthusiasm will engage Bones and pull him from his sullied mood, his hopes dashed when Bones rolls to face him.
“I don't think I can accept.”
“Why?”
Bones pauses, lets out a breath, and admits, “I broke a dozen regs to get you up there, Jim, and it doesn't matter that you saved the world – you weren't supposed to be on the Enterprise and I misused my status and rank to get you aboard. I don't know where they'll assign me, but I doubt it'll be your ship.”
It's like someone has flipped a switch and suddenly they're in a vacuum because Jim can't breathe; his heart's pounding hard in his chest as his mind taunts him with regret and fear. They can't take Bones from him! They can't, the man's his best friend, his other half. He's the voice of reason whether or not Jim pays any heed to him and he is the only person in Jim's life that he can trust with his life.
“No,” Jim states and his mind continues to race. “I'll talk to Pike...”
“He's already spoken on my behalf.”
“Spock... I'll talk to Spock,” he throws out next. “And the Ambassador. I could ask Uhura and Sulu – they were there, they can tell them that it was necessary, what you did...”
McCoy only watches him from the bed, smiling sadly. He doesn't know what the judgment of the leadership will bring, but it hurts a little to think of being apart from the man in front of him. “Jim,” he finally says, cutting off the increasing number of names that are flying from his mouth. “Don't go out tonight.”
He uncrosses the arms he'd put against his chest, unconsciously shielding himself from the world, unzips his cadet jacket and throws it across the room. His pants follow, leaving him in only the red boxer briefs and mock long-sleeved turtleneck; he reaches out of for Jim's hand and yanks him down onto the bed.
The beds they're given aren't large by any means, just standard twin longs like most dorms, so Jim has to sprawl half on Bones to keep from falling completely off. He pulls the tee over his head and curls one jean-clad leg over Bones' thighs.
“Don't believe in no-win scenarios,” Jim whispers. “I'll find a way. I won't leave you behind. I promise.”
Bones just kisses him.
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