A figure loomed over him, shadow falling across Bones' face as Jim--the older one--came into view. His smile somewhat strained, he smiled nonetheless, greeting the doctor.
Opening his eye, Bones saw the familiar stance on a less familiar figure. "Hey there," he said, sitting up and grinning sort of shyly.
They'd nodded at each other at the bar, and then again at the meeting before they'd all boarded the ship, and said a few words at Kirk's meeting, but hadn't had much time to do more than greet each other in the hallways since that night they'd all spent together - the four of them. Still, it wasn't as awkward as it might have been. "How are you doin' this morning, Jim?" he asked, wiping some sweat off his brow.
Jim didn't feel all that awkward, despite the pretty images that flew through his mind. He could separate those things, although it might have been closer to the truth to say he could reconcile them with one another. But he was aware of the potential awkwardness for others, which was why his manner was reassuringly normal.
"Could be better, but nothing a little workout won't help." He didn't say "fix," because it wouldn't, but it would take his mind off things. Things that should have been there, a soft buzz in his brain, now quiet. "You?"
"Good," he sighed tiredly, loose and relaxed from the run. "Tired, but in a good way."
There was something off - other people might not notice, but Bones could read Jim Kirk like a book - even if it was another Jim Kirk. He was about to ask after Spock and McCoy when he wondered if perhaps that might be the problem. "Things all right with you?" he asked, genuine concern in his eye.
George came in, dressed for exercising, water bottle in hand, and called out to the computer "George Kirk's mix, randomize." Living on a Prayer Started up first. Looked like it was a day for the Elliptical machine.
He started singing with the words, as he half danced towards the machine, the music blasting out. He had no shame, not at this time of the day, anyone in the gym would be used to this...he'd even increased his music collection 'cause of some of the regulars.
He'd gone exploring after Pavel left. He didn't know there was a gym. He was not dressed for it, but he thought he'd stick his head in and see the lay of the land. Music from his own time turned his head, and--
Bones looked up from where he sat after talking to Jim, seeing George walk in out of the corner of his eye, but it was clear from his stance and the singing that he thought he was alone.
He was about to throw his towel at George when Harold walked in, saying something to him.
"Hey Harold," George grinned as the song finished and another Bon Jovi song came on. "So did you get that bunk change that you wanted?"
He waved happily at Bones, motioning to come on over. Huh, guess there were more people than he'd expected. He wondered if they'd add more music to his collection.
The final of the three meals handed out today as something of a sneaky 'thank you' might have been enough to undo McCoy's workout. But it was likely that even if the good doctor ate, he would consider making room for this. And, of course, the fellow who made it had already tried this recipe out on another of the crew who found it pretty damn good.
That was to say, a yeoman delivered a plate of stuffed french toast, covered in peaches and peach sauce, the stuffing made of cream cheese with lemon zest, and the plate sprinkled with an appropriate amount of powdered sugar and maybe a dash of nutmeg. No notes or anything. Just breakfast.
If food could be considered beautiful, then this plate was a fuckin' beauty contest winner. McCoy looked at it for a long time, not sure what to make of it. It didn't look like something Kirk would do - he'd be more likely to wear the food than have it delivered to him, but aside from that - he had no idea who sent this.
For another long moment Bones thought about saving some of it for later, so Jim could enjoy it too... that thought lasted about five minutes, the amount of time it took him to eat his half, and then plow through the rest. It was delicious.
The plate was washed and sent back to the mess hall. Any traces of the meal were removed. There nothing left to incriminate him from hungry and prying eyes.
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"Bones," he said. "Nice to see you."
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They'd nodded at each other at the bar, and then again at the meeting before they'd all boarded the ship, and said a few words at Kirk's meeting, but hadn't had much time to do more than greet each other in the hallways since that night they'd all spent together - the four of them. Still, it wasn't as awkward as it might have been. "How are you doin' this morning, Jim?" he asked, wiping some sweat off his brow.
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"Could be better, but nothing a little workout won't help." He didn't say "fix," because it wouldn't, but it would take his mind off things. Things that should have been there, a soft buzz in his brain, now quiet. "You?"
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There was something off - other people might not notice, but Bones could read Jim Kirk like a book - even if it was another Jim Kirk. He was about to ask after Spock and McCoy when he wondered if perhaps that might be the problem. "Things all right with you?" he asked, genuine concern in his eye.
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He started singing with the words, as he half danced towards the machine, the music blasting out. He had no shame, not at this time of the day, anyone in the gym would be used to this...he'd even increased his music collection 'cause of some of the regulars.
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He'd gone exploring after Pavel left. He didn't know there was a gym. He was not dressed for it, but he thought he'd stick his head in and see the lay of the land. Music from his own time turned his head, and--
George. Perfect.
"Hey, George!"
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He was about to throw his towel at George when Harold walked in, saying something to him.
Bones got up, and headed their way.
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He waved happily at Bones, motioning to come on over. Huh, guess there were more people than he'd expected. He wondered if they'd add more music to his collection.
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That was to say, a yeoman delivered a plate of stuffed french toast, covered in peaches and peach sauce, the stuffing made of cream cheese with lemon zest, and the plate sprinkled with an appropriate amount of powdered sugar and maybe a dash of nutmeg. No notes or anything. Just breakfast.
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For another long moment Bones thought about saving some of it for later, so Jim could enjoy it too... that thought lasted about five minutes, the amount of time it took him to eat his half, and then plow through the rest. It was delicious.
The plate was washed and sent back to the mess hall. Any traces of the meal were removed. There nothing left to incriminate him from hungry and prying eyes.
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