The Winter Ball - GGAU Ficlet #2
Title: The Winter Ball
Pairing: Kirk/Bones
Rating: R
Word Count: 735
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek or it's characters. Don't own Gossip Girl either Never will either.
Summary: Gossip Girl AU. Jim may have forgiven Bones for Halloween, but he hasn't quite forgiven himself.
Warnings: Underage drinking, language. It's Gossip Girl, people.
Notes: Originally a commentfic for jim_and_bones
Len’s been waiting for almost two months now for the other shoe to drop.
Sure, Jim had casually brushed off the incident at the Halloween party, but Len still feels something niggling at the back of his mind, something saying that everything is not fine after all. He can’t quite put a name to what it is - Jim is still acting the same, and he knows he’s still Jim’s best friend, but…
Something is off now.
When he gets the call he hasn’t even thought about getting ready. He feels an anticipatory swoop in his stomach as he sees Jim’s name flash across his phone, then pushes it aside and picks up.
“Dammit, Jim, I’m getting ready, okay?”
“It’s not that.” Len can practically hear Jim pouting over the phone. “My mom’s back in town. She’s driving me crazy, I just want to know why she hasn’t left already.”
Len chuckles. “Maybe she got herself a local boyfriend this time.”
“Ugh. Whatever it is, I can’t stand it anymore. She’s just floating around, being all… her. I’m coming over there early, if I stay here any longer you’re going to have to send me to the Ostroff center before the night is over.”
“Come over here, then,” Len laughs. “And bring booze.”
“Bones,” Jim sounds offended. “Who do you think you’re talking to?”
“A whiny little brat who’s allergic to his own mother. Now get your ass over here.”
Ten minutes later, Jim comes breezing into his room, already dressed. He, of course, looks like the definition of perfection in his dark suit, grinning like a madman as he swings a bottle of scotch in his fingers.
Len can’t help but feel smaller next to him.
“Mind telling me why I have to go to this thing?” he grouches. “I thought I was done with this sort of shit when I dumped Jocelyn. It’s a school dance for God’s sake, what do I look like, middle class?”
Jim’s eyes are mirthful as they take him in, half dresses, slouching in his chair. “Bones,” he replies, handing him a glass of scotch, “I don’t think you could look middle class if you tried.” When Len accepts it, he continues. “And anyway, you’re coming along to keep me company. Gaila’s going to kill me if I don’t show.”
“Yeah? Well I don’t exactly want to sit around watching you hit on girls all evening either,” Len retorts. He gets a sour taste in his mouth at the thought of it.
Jim throws his hands up in surrender. “I won’t hit on any girl, I swear.” He pauses, thinking slightly for a moment. “Well, any girl except for Uhura. And you and I both know that’s not going anywhere, so I think that’s a valid exception.”
Len caves. He always does. “Fine. But you’re coming to that stupid luncheon my mom is having with that old guy from Dad’s company. I don’t want to have to sit through that alone either.”
“Done,” Jim chirps happily. “Now get dressed, you lazy shit. We have a school dance to get to.”
Later that night, as he watches Jim keep his hands and eyes respectfully to himself, he gets that feeling of expectancy again. Like any moment, the façade of their friendship is just going to crack down the middle and Jim’s going to look at him the same way he looked at him on Halloween - disgusted, hurt, and angry.
Instead, he turns and privileges him with a flash of his blinding smile. Len’s heart stutters at it before he can get a grasp of what’s happening. By the time he does, Jim’s already dragging him over to where Spock and Nyota are standing.
He doesn’t miss Nyota considering him thoughtfully when he and Jim reach him, but he can’t bring himself to think about it, too wrapped up in his own revelation. He gets a swooping feeling in his stomach again as Jim brushes against his arm, and he excuses himself to the bathroom with gritted teeth.
He splashes water over his face when he gets there, but that still doesn’t change anything. He stares miserably at his reflection, but it doesn’t offer any solutions. So he takes a deep breath, steels himself, then returns to the hall.
He’s just going to have to deal with the fact that he’s pretty sure he’s got a crush on his best friend.
Pairing: Kirk/Bones
Rating: R
Word Count: 735
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek or it's characters. Don't own Gossip Girl either Never will either.
Summary: Gossip Girl AU. Jim may have forgiven Bones for Halloween, but he hasn't quite forgiven himself.
Warnings: Underage drinking, language. It's Gossip Girl, people.
Notes: Originally a commentfic for jim_and_bones
Len’s been waiting for almost two months now for the other shoe to drop.
Sure, Jim had casually brushed off the incident at the Halloween party, but Len still feels something niggling at the back of his mind, something saying that everything is not fine after all. He can’t quite put a name to what it is - Jim is still acting the same, and he knows he’s still Jim’s best friend, but…
Something is off now.
When he gets the call he hasn’t even thought about getting ready. He feels an anticipatory swoop in his stomach as he sees Jim’s name flash across his phone, then pushes it aside and picks up.
“Dammit, Jim, I’m getting ready, okay?”
“It’s not that.” Len can practically hear Jim pouting over the phone. “My mom’s back in town. She’s driving me crazy, I just want to know why she hasn’t left already.”
Len chuckles. “Maybe she got herself a local boyfriend this time.”
“Ugh. Whatever it is, I can’t stand it anymore. She’s just floating around, being all… her. I’m coming over there early, if I stay here any longer you’re going to have to send me to the Ostroff center before the night is over.”
“Come over here, then,” Len laughs. “And bring booze.”
“Bones,” Jim sounds offended. “Who do you think you’re talking to?”
“A whiny little brat who’s allergic to his own mother. Now get your ass over here.”
Ten minutes later, Jim comes breezing into his room, already dressed. He, of course, looks like the definition of perfection in his dark suit, grinning like a madman as he swings a bottle of scotch in his fingers.
Len can’t help but feel smaller next to him.
“Mind telling me why I have to go to this thing?” he grouches. “I thought I was done with this sort of shit when I dumped Jocelyn. It’s a school dance for God’s sake, what do I look like, middle class?”
Jim’s eyes are mirthful as they take him in, half dresses, slouching in his chair. “Bones,” he replies, handing him a glass of scotch, “I don’t think you could look middle class if you tried.” When Len accepts it, he continues. “And anyway, you’re coming along to keep me company. Gaila’s going to kill me if I don’t show.”
“Yeah? Well I don’t exactly want to sit around watching you hit on girls all evening either,” Len retorts. He gets a sour taste in his mouth at the thought of it.
Jim throws his hands up in surrender. “I won’t hit on any girl, I swear.” He pauses, thinking slightly for a moment. “Well, any girl except for Uhura. And you and I both know that’s not going anywhere, so I think that’s a valid exception.”
Len caves. He always does. “Fine. But you’re coming to that stupid luncheon my mom is having with that old guy from Dad’s company. I don’t want to have to sit through that alone either.”
“Done,” Jim chirps happily. “Now get dressed, you lazy shit. We have a school dance to get to.”
Later that night, as he watches Jim keep his hands and eyes respectfully to himself, he gets that feeling of expectancy again. Like any moment, the façade of their friendship is just going to crack down the middle and Jim’s going to look at him the same way he looked at him on Halloween - disgusted, hurt, and angry.
Instead, he turns and privileges him with a flash of his blinding smile. Len’s heart stutters at it before he can get a grasp of what’s happening. By the time he does, Jim’s already dragging him over to where Spock and Nyota are standing.
He doesn’t miss Nyota considering him thoughtfully when he and Jim reach him, but he can’t bring himself to think about it, too wrapped up in his own revelation. He gets a swooping feeling in his stomach again as Jim brushes against his arm, and he excuses himself to the bathroom with gritted teeth.
He splashes water over his face when he gets there, but that still doesn’t change anything. He stares miserably at his reflection, but it doesn’t offer any solutions. So he takes a deep breath, steels himself, then returns to the hall.
He’s just going to have to deal with the fact that he’s pretty sure he’s got a crush on his best friend.