A vacation is having nothing to do and all day to do it in. [Risa]
Risa
It was a beautiful planet, perfectly engineered to be paradise. Sitting here on a chaise lounge in this resort area, Bones waited for Jim to finish his business, drinking his beer and playing a computer game. He recognized Enterprise people as they strolled in and out of the busy shops and restaurants, everyone looking relaxed, smiling, tanned. Those that caught sight of him waved, called out his name and he nodded back behind his sunglasses, surprising some of them with one of his rare grins, not often seen outside his small cadre of friends and family.
Leonard McCoy could chill out with the best of them, he just knew there was a time and a place for it.
And there was lots of time here. Time to think, to sleep, to eat, to run, to play. Time with Jim, so fucking precious to him. Unlimited time, eating together, sleeping together, talking to each other about every little thing that crossed their mind. Being quiet together, maybe the best times when they just looked up from where ever they were in the room and caught each others eyes, speaking silently. We're really here, aren't we? I love you. You're too far away from me right now.
They didn't have this much off-time on the ship. So much to do on board, so many people depending on the both of them for tasks large and small. Realistically, Bones knew that this is what his life with Jim would be like, following his captain around the galaxy until the ship was taken away from them, once they'd worn out their usefulness to king and country. He was willing to do it, gladly, too - something that he'd known as soon as he realized that Jim wasn't just a flash in the pants, that Jim really was a genius who'd make captain faster than any one had before, and that he'd be a damn fine captain, one of the best Starfleet would produce. Leonard knew he would be Jim's ship's doctor, would take care of him, keep him safe as much as he possibly could.
Even without the benefits of their relationship, Bones knew he would have followed Jim anywhere.
Falling in love, having that love returned seemed a bonus, almost like asking for too much. But it cemented Bones' future nicely, gave him something to have and hold on to. Like a children's poem his mother repeated when he was young - Anywhere that Jim went, Leonard was sure to follow.
How long could they do this? Spock's reassignment request and his subsequent mission brought home the reality that they would not all be together forever. It would be hard as they drifted away, Jim's officers. Hard to think about Spock and Nyota not being right down the hall, so to speak. Their connection would keep them in each others lives, always, but realistically speaking - ten years, maybe. Two rotations, then it would happen. Relocation, or maybe a post on Sha'Kwai, something would take them away from the Enterprise. It wasn't going to be their home the way it would be his home, Jim's home.
Risa - one day they would return here on a more permanent basis, make this their home. It was both inconceivable and inevitable. Warm weather would feel good on their old bones, the constant influx of new people and Starfleet ships would keep someone as social as Jim satisfied. Old friends and family would be comfortable visiting them, and whenever Jim felt the need to go back out into the black, finding a ship would just take calling in a favor or haggling the right price. Growing old with Jim... knowing neither would be alone again comforted him in a way that he hadn't felt in several years. But it was hard to think of Jim as old, still so fucking young in so many ways. Strong, virile, full of vitality and life and raw sexuality. Despite the natural laugh lines around his eyes and mouth, it was easier seeing the child Jim had once been than the old man he would become.
That Jim might not grow old, that a future existed where it wasn't like this for them... Leonard refused to think of it. Would not happen, not in this timeline.
The sound of his name brought Leonard out of those dark thoughts, and he waved at Chris Pine, heading out of one of the stores carrying a bag of goodies. Jim but not Jim - Bones still remembered that night the three of them spent together. Part of him had hoped that it would be repeated soon but time was passing and it looked as if that might not happen again. Pity, he thought to himself, shaking his head at the idea that he was setting up threesomes for he and Jim, looking for new excitements and experiences to keep Jim sexually satisfied.
Yeah, a lot had changed in the last couple years.
A band somewhere started playing some beach music, and men and women walking by sashayed in time with the tune. He chuckled at that, this pleasure planet. Far cry from the old South he grew up in, and he could hear his grandmother in the back of his head, telling him to stay away from fast women and fast cars.
Despite that admonishment, Bones was pretty sure she'd have liked Jim, approved of his determination and fallen for his charm. He hoped that things went well enough when little Joanna and Jim finally met. She'd be older, better able to understand why Daddy left, didn't come home too often. Why he'd chosen a life in space over Earth. He wanted Jim to meet his daughter, because they were the two people that mattered more than anything or anyone. They would be in his life until it was over... so they had to like each other. Love each other, maybe one day.
Bones finished his beer and picked up his padd again, setting up another round of poker. Enough with the deep thinking. Time to relax some more.
It was a beautiful planet, perfectly engineered to be paradise. Sitting here on a chaise lounge in this resort area, Bones waited for Jim to finish his business, drinking his beer and playing a computer game. He recognized Enterprise people as they strolled in and out of the busy shops and restaurants, everyone looking relaxed, smiling, tanned. Those that caught sight of him waved, called out his name and he nodded back behind his sunglasses, surprising some of them with one of his rare grins, not often seen outside his small cadre of friends and family.
Leonard McCoy could chill out with the best of them, he just knew there was a time and a place for it.
And there was lots of time here. Time to think, to sleep, to eat, to run, to play. Time with Jim, so fucking precious to him. Unlimited time, eating together, sleeping together, talking to each other about every little thing that crossed their mind. Being quiet together, maybe the best times when they just looked up from where ever they were in the room and caught each others eyes, speaking silently. We're really here, aren't we? I love you. You're too far away from me right now.
They didn't have this much off-time on the ship. So much to do on board, so many people depending on the both of them for tasks large and small. Realistically, Bones knew that this is what his life with Jim would be like, following his captain around the galaxy until the ship was taken away from them, once they'd worn out their usefulness to king and country. He was willing to do it, gladly, too - something that he'd known as soon as he realized that Jim wasn't just a flash in the pants, that Jim really was a genius who'd make captain faster than any one had before, and that he'd be a damn fine captain, one of the best Starfleet would produce. Leonard knew he would be Jim's ship's doctor, would take care of him, keep him safe as much as he possibly could.
Even without the benefits of their relationship, Bones knew he would have followed Jim anywhere.
Falling in love, having that love returned seemed a bonus, almost like asking for too much. But it cemented Bones' future nicely, gave him something to have and hold on to. Like a children's poem his mother repeated when he was young - Anywhere that Jim went, Leonard was sure to follow.
How long could they do this? Spock's reassignment request and his subsequent mission brought home the reality that they would not all be together forever. It would be hard as they drifted away, Jim's officers. Hard to think about Spock and Nyota not being right down the hall, so to speak. Their connection would keep them in each others lives, always, but realistically speaking - ten years, maybe. Two rotations, then it would happen. Relocation, or maybe a post on Sha'Kwai, something would take them away from the Enterprise. It wasn't going to be their home the way it would be his home, Jim's home.
Risa - one day they would return here on a more permanent basis, make this their home. It was both inconceivable and inevitable. Warm weather would feel good on their old bones, the constant influx of new people and Starfleet ships would keep someone as social as Jim satisfied. Old friends and family would be comfortable visiting them, and whenever Jim felt the need to go back out into the black, finding a ship would just take calling in a favor or haggling the right price. Growing old with Jim... knowing neither would be alone again comforted him in a way that he hadn't felt in several years. But it was hard to think of Jim as old, still so fucking young in so many ways. Strong, virile, full of vitality and life and raw sexuality. Despite the natural laugh lines around his eyes and mouth, it was easier seeing the child Jim had once been than the old man he would become.
That Jim might not grow old, that a future existed where it wasn't like this for them... Leonard refused to think of it. Would not happen, not in this timeline.
The sound of his name brought Leonard out of those dark thoughts, and he waved at Chris Pine, heading out of one of the stores carrying a bag of goodies. Jim but not Jim - Bones still remembered that night the three of them spent together. Part of him had hoped that it would be repeated soon but time was passing and it looked as if that might not happen again. Pity, he thought to himself, shaking his head at the idea that he was setting up threesomes for he and Jim, looking for new excitements and experiences to keep Jim sexually satisfied.
Yeah, a lot had changed in the last couple years.
A band somewhere started playing some beach music, and men and women walking by sashayed in time with the tune. He chuckled at that, this pleasure planet. Far cry from the old South he grew up in, and he could hear his grandmother in the back of his head, telling him to stay away from fast women and fast cars.
Despite that admonishment, Bones was pretty sure she'd have liked Jim, approved of his determination and fallen for his charm. He hoped that things went well enough when little Joanna and Jim finally met. She'd be older, better able to understand why Daddy left, didn't come home too often. Why he'd chosen a life in space over Earth. He wanted Jim to meet his daughter, because they were the two people that mattered more than anything or anyone. They would be in his life until it was over... so they had to like each other. Love each other, maybe one day.
Bones finished his beer and picked up his padd again, setting up another round of poker. Enough with the deep thinking. Time to relax some more.