Fic: In Plain Sight, 1/1. Kirk/McCoy.
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title. In Plain Sight
rating. Mature
pairing. Kirk/McCoy
summary. That was, until the door behind her hissed shut and the two men began yelling at each other without preamble or care as to who was in the room to hear them.
notes. More than likely will be continued, but for now, I share this.
Pike saw him one afternoon during one of Enterprise's shore leaves.
He looked tired, crossing the quad with a long stride. He could have been running given how quickly he was moving toward the dorms, but he looked like a man on a mission and Pike was sure he was; Cadets always seemed to have one.
Perhaps a test, perhaps a paper due he'd forgotten. Or perhaps, he was just Jim Kirk, the only Starfleet cadet to successfully piss off and amaze the entire admiralty of the Academy in less than a year, trying to look worried for the benefit of whichever young woman he was trying to sleep with.
Then Leonard McCoy, appeared, walking the same path as Kirk. He looked frustrated and exhausted and his gait was ambling, but sore. He seemed to wince with every other step; his eyes were set on Kirk's retreating back and Pike had the same feeling in his gut as he'd had the last time he'd argued with his wife.
His lips quirked up at the corner at the thought of Jim bickering with the other man. He was sure, however, that it wasn't a lover's spat that was causing the scene before him given the bits and pieces he'd picked up from around the academy.
No, it was a matter of fact that everyone knew Jim Kirk was a ladies' man – part of the leadership's issue with him were the rumors that flew like wildfire about his sexual conquests.
“Captain!” someone shouted from behind him and Pike turned away with a sigh. He did not seen McCoy catch up to the Kirk, grab him by the shirt collar and yank him through the nearest door.
;;
Uhura was half way through her third night of non-stop studying in the Long Range Sensor lab, too involved to really notice what was going on around her. With three years at the Academy under her belt, she had found her work getting harder and with her roommate apparently incapable of understanding “one night without a guy in the room, please!”, she had found her sanctuary in the labs.
That was, until the door behind her hissed shut and the two men began yelling at each other without preamble or care as to who was in the room to hear them.
“You are a fucking asshole, you know that?” McCoy declared. “You can screw your way through the entire student body, but I can't talk to one woman?”
“Not when she's got her hand on you,” Kirk spat.
“I'm not some sort of damn blushing virgin. And her hand was on my arm, not my dick.”
“It might as well have been!”
Though she could not see it, Uhura knew McCoy's hands were clenching into fists – she may not have found Jim Kirk to be worth her time, but she and Bones were friendly and she knew he had to be frustrated.
She wasn't sure why they were even arguing about his interaction with a woman; as McCoy had said, Kirk had spent the better part of the last two years sleeping with any cadet who showed an interest in him. She felt an odd urge to whip her chair around and snap at them to take it elsewhere, perhaps somewhere more private than a cadet lab in the middle of the Academy's computer section. She wasn't sure where the thought had come from or why, but she knew without a doubt that she was in the middle of something Nyota didn't want to be privy to.
When McCoy yelled, “Just because I suck your dick when we're drunk, doesn't make me yours, Jim,” she half choked on her breath and did turn to face them.
“I never said you were!” Kirk shouted back, either utterly oblivious to their unexpected company or uncaring that he was shouting about sex with his best friend.
Before McCoy could respond, she rose to her feet and cleared her throat, garnering both their attention. Bones, a hint of red creeping up past his uniform collar, began to apologize while Kirk only looked smug and she told them, “you should take this somewhere else,” before walking toward the door.
She stopped barely a second prior to it hissing open and added, “unless you enjoy giving other cadets something to talk about,” then moved a half an inch over.
The door parted, several younger students falling forward and two others dashing off.
;;
The first time Jim failed the Kobayashi Maru test, Bones had genuinely felt bad for the kid, but the test had never been passed by any cadet in the history of the Academy.
The second time he failed, Bones had still felt bad, though he'd also felt annoyed: it was a no-win. Jim may not have believed in them, but there was no two ways about it. Still, it had been important to Kirk so he'd taken the man out, bought him a drink, and watched him leave the bar with a cute blonde.
Then Jim told him, as they left the weekly general assembly, that he was intending to take the test again.
How Bones managed to keep himself from strangling his friend, he couldn't be sure; he chalked it up to his immense willpower and the fact that after three years, breaking in a new roommate would be a pain in ass. Instead he watched Jim run off to find his next consort, as he made his way back to their room with a sigh – three years and the boy was still dense as granite.
Throwing down his case, he yanked open his uniform coat, grabbed his flask, and fell back onto his bed. The annoyance thrummed through him; Jim couldn't leave well enough alone nor could he just accept the reality, oh no. He had to have the last word, like a childish competition between playmates.
Bones let his head sink further into his pillow and decided that this time, he wasn't going to let James T. Kirk manipulate him to the younger man's will. He wouldn't argue with him like he had in the past.
Later, when his cocky, arrogant, son-of-a-bitch attitude passed the test, but before the Admirals called for General Assembly, he would argue, but not now – he was simply too tired.
title. In Plain Sight
rating. Mature
pairing. Kirk/McCoy
summary. That was, until the door behind her hissed shut and the two men began yelling at each other without preamble or care as to who was in the room to hear them.
notes. More than likely will be continued, but for now, I share this.
In Plain Sight
Pike saw him one afternoon during one of Enterprise's shore leaves.
He looked tired, crossing the quad with a long stride. He could have been running given how quickly he was moving toward the dorms, but he looked like a man on a mission and Pike was sure he was; Cadets always seemed to have one.
Perhaps a test, perhaps a paper due he'd forgotten. Or perhaps, he was just Jim Kirk, the only Starfleet cadet to successfully piss off and amaze the entire admiralty of the Academy in less than a year, trying to look worried for the benefit of whichever young woman he was trying to sleep with.
Then Leonard McCoy, appeared, walking the same path as Kirk. He looked frustrated and exhausted and his gait was ambling, but sore. He seemed to wince with every other step; his eyes were set on Kirk's retreating back and Pike had the same feeling in his gut as he'd had the last time he'd argued with his wife.
His lips quirked up at the corner at the thought of Jim bickering with the other man. He was sure, however, that it wasn't a lover's spat that was causing the scene before him given the bits and pieces he'd picked up from around the academy.
No, it was a matter of fact that everyone knew Jim Kirk was a ladies' man – part of the leadership's issue with him were the rumors that flew like wildfire about his sexual conquests.
“Captain!” someone shouted from behind him and Pike turned away with a sigh. He did not seen McCoy catch up to the Kirk, grab him by the shirt collar and yank him through the nearest door.
Uhura was half way through her third night of non-stop studying in the Long Range Sensor lab, too involved to really notice what was going on around her. With three years at the Academy under her belt, she had found her work getting harder and with her roommate apparently incapable of understanding “one night without a guy in the room, please!”, she had found her sanctuary in the labs.
That was, until the door behind her hissed shut and the two men began yelling at each other without preamble or care as to who was in the room to hear them.
“You are a fucking asshole, you know that?” McCoy declared. “You can screw your way through the entire student body, but I can't talk to one woman?”
“Not when she's got her hand on you,” Kirk spat.
“I'm not some sort of damn blushing virgin. And her hand was on my arm, not my dick.”
“It might as well have been!”
Though she could not see it, Uhura knew McCoy's hands were clenching into fists – she may not have found Jim Kirk to be worth her time, but she and Bones were friendly and she knew he had to be frustrated.
She wasn't sure why they were even arguing about his interaction with a woman; as McCoy had said, Kirk had spent the better part of the last two years sleeping with any cadet who showed an interest in him. She felt an odd urge to whip her chair around and snap at them to take it elsewhere, perhaps somewhere more private than a cadet lab in the middle of the Academy's computer section. She wasn't sure where the thought had come from or why, but she knew without a doubt that she was in the middle of something Nyota didn't want to be privy to.
When McCoy yelled, “Just because I suck your dick when we're drunk, doesn't make me yours, Jim,” she half choked on her breath and did turn to face them.
“I never said you were!” Kirk shouted back, either utterly oblivious to their unexpected company or uncaring that he was shouting about sex with his best friend.
Before McCoy could respond, she rose to her feet and cleared her throat, garnering both their attention. Bones, a hint of red creeping up past his uniform collar, began to apologize while Kirk only looked smug and she told them, “you should take this somewhere else,” before walking toward the door.
She stopped barely a second prior to it hissing open and added, “unless you enjoy giving other cadets something to talk about,” then moved a half an inch over.
The door parted, several younger students falling forward and two others dashing off.
The first time Jim failed the Kobayashi Maru test, Bones had genuinely felt bad for the kid, but the test had never been passed by any cadet in the history of the Academy.
The second time he failed, Bones had still felt bad, though he'd also felt annoyed: it was a no-win. Jim may not have believed in them, but there was no two ways about it. Still, it had been important to Kirk so he'd taken the man out, bought him a drink, and watched him leave the bar with a cute blonde.
Then Jim told him, as they left the weekly general assembly, that he was intending to take the test again.
How Bones managed to keep himself from strangling his friend, he couldn't be sure; he chalked it up to his immense willpower and the fact that after three years, breaking in a new roommate would be a pain in ass. Instead he watched Jim run off to find his next consort, as he made his way back to their room with a sigh – three years and the boy was still dense as granite.
Throwing down his case, he yanked open his uniform coat, grabbed his flask, and fell back onto his bed. The annoyance thrummed through him; Jim couldn't leave well enough alone nor could he just accept the reality, oh no. He had to have the last word, like a childish competition between playmates.
Bones let his head sink further into his pillow and decided that this time, he wasn't going to let James T. Kirk manipulate him to the younger man's will. He wouldn't argue with him like he had in the past.
Later, when his cocky, arrogant, son-of-a-bitch attitude passed the test, but before the Admirals called for General Assembly, he would argue, but not now – he was simply too tired.
