Filled: Taking Care of You (1/?)laughter_nowMay 24 2010, 22:42:42 UTC
It grew kinda long, but I got it done before going to bed. Hope you like it! ----------------------------------------
Please, could I have a nice Bones washing Jim fic? Sex or no sex, I'm fine with. Just Bones cleaning Jim up after a really bad mission, Bones taking care of his Jim please.
It could have been worse. In fact, Leonard didn't want to think about how much worse it could have been.
Losing contact to an away team while on a mission was always bad, always something that immediately put the entire crew on alert. And nine out of ten times it turned out to be nothing but a technical failure, or yet another thing to put on Scotty's ever-growing list of things we'd better stay away from because they block the transporter and communications array. But one time out of those ten, the reason why contact to an away team broke off was actually reason for real worry, or - as in this case - reason to get them beamed back aboard right the fuck now.
It had been close, but they had beamed Chekov and Jim back aboard just in time. So much for this being a peaceful meet and greet. In Leonard's book, peaceful didn't imply tying Chekov up and throwing him into the local swamp as a peace offering for the highest local god. And of course Jim, bless his heroic heart, had jumped in right after the young navigator. To say that the locals hadn't been amused by their interrupted ritual was an understatement, but Leonard couldn't care less. Enterprise was hauling ass out of there, and this particular planet was going to receive a big fat red warning sign in the database. Leonard wasn't going to shed a tear if they never came back here ever again.
Virgin sacrifices. Really. And that was most certainly something Chekov hadn't wanted the entire crew to know. Poor kid. Of course it was nothing to be ashamed of, especially for a wunderkind whose teenage years had been spent pretending to be an adult. He might be twenty years old, but in many aspects the kid was still…well, a kid. Though if Leonard was to judge from the way Sulu had been hovering outside of Medical when Chekov had been released, maybe the kid just needed to look a little more closely at what was directly in front of him to redeem the source of his embarrassment.
And even if Leonard misread the signs, at least Chekov had someone to look after him for tonight. Leonard had his hands full with the completely exhausted Captain leaning heavily onto him for support right now.
Physically, Jim was fine, just like Chekov was going to be fine. But he was exhausted, and it was no small wonder. It must have been fifteen, maybe twenty minutes that Jim had held the tied up Chekov afloat in the swamp, unable to untie the young ensign's restraints and stubbornly unwilling to let go of him, even though the swamp water had been viscous and it had taken every last ounce of his strength. Actually, Leonard was surprised that Jim had managed to keep them both afloat until the emergency beam-out at all, but then again he knew his lover. It was going to take more than some misguided aliens and their holy swamp to make Jim give up.
But he was at the end of his rope, physically speaking, otherwise he wouldn't be this compliant as Leonard led him through the corridors back towards their quarters. Normally, Leonard knew Jim would never let his crew seem him like that, exhausted and barefoot, covered in dirt, wearing a pair of blue surgery scrubs to replace his completely ruined uniform, leaning on Leonard with his eyes barely open.
Luckily, they didn't encounter many crewmembers on their way, and finally they reached the doors to their quarters. Leonard punched in the access code, and as they stepped into the room and the door closed behind them, Jim sagged more heavily against him with a weary sigh.
"Bed," he murmured tiredly. Leonard wanted nothing more than to grant him that particular wish, but not in the state Jim was in right now.
"You need a shower first."
Jim wearily shook his head. "Too tired, Bones. Need to sleep."
Leonard pulled Jim a little more tightly against himself, but unrelentingly led him over towards the bathroom.
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Please, could I have a nice Bones washing Jim fic? Sex or no sex, I'm fine with. Just Bones cleaning Jim up after a really bad mission, Bones taking care of his Jim please.
It could have been worse. In fact, Leonard didn't want to think about how much worse it could have been.
Losing contact to an away team while on a mission was always bad, always something that immediately put the entire crew on alert. And nine out of ten times it turned out to be nothing but a technical failure, or yet another thing to put on Scotty's ever-growing list of things we'd better stay away from because they block the transporter and communications array. But one time out of those ten, the reason why contact to an away team broke off was actually reason for real worry, or - as in this case - reason to get them beamed back aboard right the fuck now.
It had been close, but they had beamed Chekov and Jim back aboard just in time. So much for this being a peaceful meet and greet. In Leonard's book, peaceful didn't imply tying Chekov up and throwing him into the local swamp as a peace offering for the highest local god. And of course Jim, bless his heroic heart, had jumped in right after the young navigator. To say that the locals hadn't been amused by their interrupted ritual was an understatement, but Leonard couldn't care less. Enterprise was hauling ass out of there, and this particular planet was going to receive a big fat red warning sign in the database. Leonard wasn't going to shed a tear if they never came back here ever again.
Virgin sacrifices. Really. And that was most certainly something Chekov hadn't wanted the entire crew to know. Poor kid. Of course it was nothing to be ashamed of, especially for a wunderkind whose teenage years had been spent pretending to be an adult. He might be twenty years old, but in many aspects the kid was still…well, a kid. Though if Leonard was to judge from the way Sulu had been hovering outside of Medical when Chekov had been released, maybe the kid just needed to look a little more closely at what was directly in front of him to redeem the source of his embarrassment.
And even if Leonard misread the signs, at least Chekov had someone to look after him for tonight. Leonard had his hands full with the completely exhausted Captain leaning heavily onto him for support right now.
Physically, Jim was fine, just like Chekov was going to be fine. But he was exhausted, and it was no small wonder. It must have been fifteen, maybe twenty minutes that Jim had held the tied up Chekov afloat in the swamp, unable to untie the young ensign's restraints and stubbornly unwilling to let go of him, even though the swamp water had been viscous and it had taken every last ounce of his strength. Actually, Leonard was surprised that Jim had managed to keep them both afloat until the emergency beam-out at all, but then again he knew his lover. It was going to take more than some misguided aliens and their holy swamp to make Jim give up.
But he was at the end of his rope, physically speaking, otherwise he wouldn't be this compliant as Leonard led him through the corridors back towards their quarters. Normally, Leonard knew Jim would never let his crew seem him like that, exhausted and barefoot, covered in dirt, wearing a pair of blue surgery scrubs to replace his completely ruined uniform, leaning on Leonard with his eyes barely open.
Luckily, they didn't encounter many crewmembers on their way, and finally they reached the doors to their quarters. Leonard punched in the access code, and as they stepped into the room and the door closed behind them, Jim sagged more heavily against him with a weary sigh.
"Bed," he murmured tiredly. Leonard wanted nothing more than to grant him that particular wish, but not in the state Jim was in right now.
"You need a shower first."
Jim wearily shook his head. "Too tired, Bones. Need to sleep."
Leonard pulled Jim a little more tightly against himself, but unrelentingly led him over towards the bathroom.
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