[Day 10] - Silence is medication for sorrow
Bones hadn't waited around.
Once Jim left Spock's house, he found some clothes that fit, said goodbye to Nyota and nodded confusedly at Spock before heading out in the car that brought him there nearly a week before.
There wasn't much else he could say to either of them.
As he made his way back to the apartment in Rau-Nol that he and Jim had been given, he felt the pressure in his head lessening, that white noise becoming more muted, but always there, always in the background of his thoughts. Was it Spock? Was it that lack of connection, now missing? Was it Jim being gone and Bones being alone for the first time in several days?
And they were strange, wild thoughts. The further away Bones got from Spock the weirder things got in his head now. What made sense there, living naked for a week, going from room to room with other people, fucking happening everywhere - it got to the point in his head where it almost didn't affect him anymore, other than the obvious physical reactions. It was like he'd been in a fog himself, a sort of brainwashing, and now he was coming out of it, the cold realization of what had happened to him, to them, what Spock had done. Fuck.
But - it wasn't all terrible. He and Jim had talked, really talked and that was good. They'd said things, words of love and need and acceptance and forever -all those things they needed to hear from each other. Why did it take shit like this to make them say the words to each other, words that they never said any other time?
But sitting now in their apartment, he felt far away from Jim. Yeah, Jim needed to figure out what that 'pulling' was - and if it was the oldest Spock, then... Bones hoped it would give Jim what he needed.
Right now, though, Bones didn't know what it was that he needed. Wished he did. Wished he could make the empty feeling inside him go away. Wished he could get the quiet pressure in his head to feel normal again. Looking down at his hand, he could see the little tremors as he pulled out his datapad and began typing messages.
He wasn't sure he could trust his voice, not just yet.
Message to Sam
Not sure if you knew I was gone, but I'm back.
Message to Joanna
Sorry to worry you, but I'm back.
I need to talk to you. Can you meet me later this afternoon?
Dad
Message to Emma and David McCoy
Hope we didn't worry you with our disappearance. Jim and I just got away for a few days before the trial. Hope you're okay.
Let me know if you need anything.
Len
Message to Tina Chapel
I got a message from the Healers at the Institute, they'd like to meet with us in a few days. That okay with you? Any day in particular better for you than any other?
How you feeling? Any problems or changes?
Leonard
When he was done, he lay down in the middle of their bed and stared up at the ceiling. The room was way too warm after days without habitation, but he couldn't find it in him to give a shit about the heat. Or much else.
Once Jim left Spock's house, he found some clothes that fit, said goodbye to Nyota and nodded confusedly at Spock before heading out in the car that brought him there nearly a week before.
There wasn't much else he could say to either of them.
As he made his way back to the apartment in Rau-Nol that he and Jim had been given, he felt the pressure in his head lessening, that white noise becoming more muted, but always there, always in the background of his thoughts. Was it Spock? Was it that lack of connection, now missing? Was it Jim being gone and Bones being alone for the first time in several days?
And they were strange, wild thoughts. The further away Bones got from Spock the weirder things got in his head now. What made sense there, living naked for a week, going from room to room with other people, fucking happening everywhere - it got to the point in his head where it almost didn't affect him anymore, other than the obvious physical reactions. It was like he'd been in a fog himself, a sort of brainwashing, and now he was coming out of it, the cold realization of what had happened to him, to them, what Spock had done. Fuck.
But - it wasn't all terrible. He and Jim had talked, really talked and that was good. They'd said things, words of love and need and acceptance and forever -all those things they needed to hear from each other. Why did it take shit like this to make them say the words to each other, words that they never said any other time?
But sitting now in their apartment, he felt far away from Jim. Yeah, Jim needed to figure out what that 'pulling' was - and if it was the oldest Spock, then... Bones hoped it would give Jim what he needed.
Right now, though, Bones didn't know what it was that he needed. Wished he did. Wished he could make the empty feeling inside him go away. Wished he could get the quiet pressure in his head to feel normal again. Looking down at his hand, he could see the little tremors as he pulled out his datapad and began typing messages.
He wasn't sure he could trust his voice, not just yet.
Message to Sam
Not sure if you knew I was gone, but I'm back.
Message to Joanna
Sorry to worry you, but I'm back.
I need to talk to you. Can you meet me later this afternoon?
Dad
Message to Emma and David McCoy
Hope we didn't worry you with our disappearance. Jim and I just got away for a few days before the trial. Hope you're okay.
Let me know if you need anything.
Len
Message to Tina Chapel
I got a message from the Healers at the Institute, they'd like to meet with us in a few days. That okay with you? Any day in particular better for you than any other?
How you feeling? Any problems or changes?
Leonard
When he was done, he lay down in the middle of their bed and stared up at the ceiling. The room was way too warm after days without habitation, but he couldn't find it in him to give a shit about the heat. Or much else.