Losing A Bet With Destiny [5/?]
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Characters/Pairing: Bones, Spock, Kirk, Pike, future Bones/Spock/Kirk.
Rating: PG-13, future may be up to NC-17.
Chapter List: Found Here
A/N: Cleaning up the older chapters and posting them, so I can begin updating again.
The first thing Jim noticed when he got back to the clinic was that the Vulcan was sitting up in bed, his blankets neatly tucked over his waist and his back against the headboard. He looked perfectly settled, almost too much so; Jim wondered if he had wandered in the midst of Spock trying to get up.
“Are you supposed to be doing that?” he asked, setting down the food he had brought back for the four of them.
“The doctor said that I could sit up today, perhaps even walk.” Jim just about pointed out that that was not express permission to actually do it, but stopped himself. He knew just how boring it was, as he had been confined to that bed more than once. The Vulcan did not seem to be gushing blood, so, he figured it was pretty safe, anyway.
“You hungry?” He held up a covered bowl of something his ship’s replicator had figured out how to make; all he knew was that it was vegetarian friendly.
“I could use sustenance.” Jim took that to mean ‘Yes, I’m hungry; thank you, Jim,’ and passed it over with a spoon. The Vulcan’s odd way of talking had been driving Bones up the wall, and Jax always looked a little confused whenever he was spoken to, but Jim did not find it too grating. Far as he could tell, Spock’s sentiments were the same as any other generally decent person; he just had a funny way of saying it.
He was pleased to see that the meal was apparently a hit, or as close as it could come with the man who was eating it: Spock gave it a cursory taste and promptly scooped out a larger spoonful. That would please Bones to no end; he was certain that the
Vulcan was too skinny, despite many logical objections to the contrary. Jim was beginning to think that Bones was just arguing to have something to gripe about, which he took to mean that he was starting to like his new patient. That or wanted to dump his body in the nearby ice caves; one could never be sure with Bones.
“I met your captain today,” he mentioned, just to start a conversation. That certainly got Spock’s attention.
“Is he well?” Spock asked, setting his spoon down in his bowl in favor of watching Jim.
“Yeah, he looks to be doing just fine. Good guy, from what I can tell.”
“He is a very intelligent man, and an extremely capable captain.” I agree, Jim translated.
“How long have you been his first officer?” He pulled out a roll for himself and began to munch on it, flopping on one of Leonard’s chairs.
“Four days, three hours, and twenty-six minutes. Eighty-eight point six percent of which has been on medical leave.” Jim blinked.
“That’s not very long.” He got the feeling that if Spock had found it dignified to shrug, he would of.
“I am officially a professor at the Academy. However, the Narada incident required more ships than Starfleet had staffed in the vicinity. Thus it was necessary for professors and cadets to man what ships were available.” Jim’s stomach flipped. All of those ships he had heard about being destroyed? Those had been manned by cadets? He had to set his roll down, feeling ill. No wonder most of the crew he had seen from the Enterprise looked so young. They honestly were.
That would have been you, whispered the part of his mind that had stopped him from joining Starfleet in the first place. He shivered.
He was saved from having to explain his sudden discomfort by the door slid open, admitting an annoyed looking Leonard. “Why the hell did I decide to live on a planet where you freeze your nose off just by going outside?” he griped, stomping the snow from his boots. “- and why the hell are you sitting up? I didn’t give you permission for that.” Despite himself, Jim had to hide a smile behind his hand.
“You said that today I could sit up and perhaps walk a short while,” Spock pointed out evenly. Leonard scowled.
“I said that you might be able to after I fully checked you over!” He stomped a boot extra hard before entering the clinic properly.
“My apologies. I must have misunderstood you,” Spock said in a tone that implied that he had misunderstood nothing except that which he wished to. Leonard seemed to pick up on that as well.
“Uh-huh. I’m sure.” He groused the whole way to the coat hanger, slinging his bag over one of the hooks.
“Where’s Jax?” Jim asked, sitting up properly before the Vulcan could pretend offense. “I brought food.”
“Oh, there was some sort of hubbub outside- he went to go check it out.” As if on cue, Jax burst through the door, looking as if he had just finished a mile run.
“Doctor, Jim- a ship’s appeared near the planet, right by the Federation one- and they’re demanding Spock.” There was a moment of silence, and Spock’s already pale skin went white.
Characters/Pairing: Bones, Spock, Kirk, Pike, future Bones/Spock/Kirk.
Rating: PG-13, future may be up to NC-17.
Chapter List: Found Here
A/N: Cleaning up the older chapters and posting them, so I can begin updating again.
The first thing Jim noticed when he got back to the clinic was that the Vulcan was sitting up in bed, his blankets neatly tucked over his waist and his back against the headboard. He looked perfectly settled, almost too much so; Jim wondered if he had wandered in the midst of Spock trying to get up.
“Are you supposed to be doing that?” he asked, setting down the food he had brought back for the four of them.
“The doctor said that I could sit up today, perhaps even walk.” Jim just about pointed out that that was not express permission to actually do it, but stopped himself. He knew just how boring it was, as he had been confined to that bed more than once. The Vulcan did not seem to be gushing blood, so, he figured it was pretty safe, anyway.
“You hungry?” He held up a covered bowl of something his ship’s replicator had figured out how to make; all he knew was that it was vegetarian friendly.
“I could use sustenance.” Jim took that to mean ‘Yes, I’m hungry; thank you, Jim,’ and passed it over with a spoon. The Vulcan’s odd way of talking had been driving Bones up the wall, and Jax always looked a little confused whenever he was spoken to, but Jim did not find it too grating. Far as he could tell, Spock’s sentiments were the same as any other generally decent person; he just had a funny way of saying it.
He was pleased to see that the meal was apparently a hit, or as close as it could come with the man who was eating it: Spock gave it a cursory taste and promptly scooped out a larger spoonful. That would please Bones to no end; he was certain that the
Vulcan was too skinny, despite many logical objections to the contrary. Jim was beginning to think that Bones was just arguing to have something to gripe about, which he took to mean that he was starting to like his new patient. That or wanted to dump his body in the nearby ice caves; one could never be sure with Bones.
“I met your captain today,” he mentioned, just to start a conversation. That certainly got Spock’s attention.
“Is he well?” Spock asked, setting his spoon down in his bowl in favor of watching Jim.
“Yeah, he looks to be doing just fine. Good guy, from what I can tell.”
“He is a very intelligent man, and an extremely capable captain.” I agree, Jim translated.
“How long have you been his first officer?” He pulled out a roll for himself and began to munch on it, flopping on one of Leonard’s chairs.
“Four days, three hours, and twenty-six minutes. Eighty-eight point six percent of which has been on medical leave.” Jim blinked.
“That’s not very long.” He got the feeling that if Spock had found it dignified to shrug, he would of.
“I am officially a professor at the Academy. However, the Narada incident required more ships than Starfleet had staffed in the vicinity. Thus it was necessary for professors and cadets to man what ships were available.” Jim’s stomach flipped. All of those ships he had heard about being destroyed? Those had been manned by cadets? He had to set his roll down, feeling ill. No wonder most of the crew he had seen from the Enterprise looked so young. They honestly were.
That would have been you, whispered the part of his mind that had stopped him from joining Starfleet in the first place. He shivered.
He was saved from having to explain his sudden discomfort by the door slid open, admitting an annoyed looking Leonard. “Why the hell did I decide to live on a planet where you freeze your nose off just by going outside?” he griped, stomping the snow from his boots. “- and why the hell are you sitting up? I didn’t give you permission for that.” Despite himself, Jim had to hide a smile behind his hand.
“You said that today I could sit up and perhaps walk a short while,” Spock pointed out evenly. Leonard scowled.
“I said that you might be able to after I fully checked you over!” He stomped a boot extra hard before entering the clinic properly.
“My apologies. I must have misunderstood you,” Spock said in a tone that implied that he had misunderstood nothing except that which he wished to. Leonard seemed to pick up on that as well.
“Uh-huh. I’m sure.” He groused the whole way to the coat hanger, slinging his bag over one of the hooks.
“Where’s Jax?” Jim asked, sitting up properly before the Vulcan could pretend offense. “I brought food.”
“Oh, there was some sort of hubbub outside- he went to go check it out.” As if on cue, Jax burst through the door, looking as if he had just finished a mile run.
“Doctor, Jim- a ship’s appeared near the planet, right by the Federation one- and they’re demanding Spock.” There was a moment of silence, and Spock’s already pale skin went white.