You could travel the world, but nothing comes close to the Golden Coast... [Bones, Spock, Jim]
The previous day had been long and emotional - a wedding, a party, then getting taken rough against a wall by Jim before collapsing into a deep, coma like sleep. Bones hadn't felt anything change, didn't notice when the ship passed though some temporal disturbance.
The next morning Bones began sliding out of his slumber, reaching out to spoon himself against Jim's back. Subconsciously, Bones knew something was off-kilter. Cracking a blurry eye, he was cognizant enough of his surroundings to figure out that three things were really, really wrong.
First, he wasn't on board the Enterprise anymore. He was in a room, with old-fashioned looking furnishings and an uncomfortable bed. And it wasn't Jim in his arms. It was Spock.
And there was sunlight peeking out through the curtains of the room. Shit.
The next morning Bones began sliding out of his slumber, reaching out to spoon himself against Jim's back. Subconsciously, Bones knew something was off-kilter. Cracking a blurry eye, he was cognizant enough of his surroundings to figure out that three things were really, really wrong.
First, he wasn't on board the Enterprise anymore. He was in a room, with old-fashioned looking furnishings and an uncomfortable bed. And it wasn't Jim in his arms. It was Spock.
And there was sunlight peeking out through the curtains of the room. Shit.