Air'Ros 15/?
Title: Air'Ros
Author: HandwithQuill
Rating: NC-17 overall
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Warnings: Au in which Leonard McCoy is not the CMO of the Enterprise. Kinda, sorta Cupid!Bones.
Summary: A mission takes the Enterprise to the planet Cамракот durning the Ritual of Lufsum. There Jim meets Air'Ros. Based on the myth of Cupid and Psyche.
A/N: Beta'd by the always awesome ken_ichijouji
Jim dropped down into a chair in the dining hall. He rested his head on his arm and massaged the back of his neck with his other hand.
The negotiations were at a standstill. Every time things seemed to be progressing Councilman Gewinna brought up some superficial issue and started the debate again. It was mentally exhausting. This was on top of his physical exhaustion.
He hadn't really slept in three days.
It had been three days since he sent Bo-Air'Ros away. He kept telling himself that whatever Air'Ros did to him should be wearing off, but he just felt worse.
When he remembered to get food, it remained on his plate. The very idea of eating was unappetizing. What little sleep he did get was broken up from rolling over and reaching for the other man. The only way he was able to sleep at all was by curling around the pillow, that he didn't have and didn't keep under the bed, that still smelled like Bones. But what really got him was the ache in his chest that just seemed to get larger.
His PADD beeped, and the hand that was massaging the back of his neck flapped down on to it. He was expecting couple of reports from the ship, and Spock was compiling more data on the group that Councilman Gewinna was a part of. He knew he should look at which one had just come in, but he was so tired. There wasn't much time before the negotiations for the day started, and he just wanted to go back to bed.
He heard the chair across from him scrape as someone pulled it out and sat in it. With a deep sigh he lifted his head to see who it was, assuming it was one of his crew. He sat up straighter when he saw a woman sitting there. She was sitting primly, hands folded on the table in front of her. Her wavy wheat blond hair fell loosely at her shoulders. Her eyes were narrowed and her mouth was pressed into a thin line. Jim frowned as he tried to figure out why she looked familiar. His mouth fell open when he noticed the flower pinned to her lapel.
It was a Croppa flower.
“A'Mare?” he breathed. She inclined her head slightly in acknowledgment. He swallowed hard. What was Bones' mother doing here? She didn't say anything and Jim tensed his arms and legs as to not fidget.
“I have yet to see what captured his interest,” she said finally.
”That makes two of us.”
“I told him, weeks ago, that he shouldn't have bothered with you. It never works out well. You mortals never under-” She cut off, sighed deeply, before looking into his eyes. Jim didn't know what she saw as many emotions warred across her face. She stood suddenly, brushed invisible wrinkles out of her jacket. She gave him a look of disgust and reached into a pocket and pulled out a small rectangle of stiff paper. She placed it on the table and left.
He picked it up after she was out of sight. Jim recognized the writing on it as an address in Glowan. He was still looking at it when his PADD chimed again, indicating that it was time for the negotiations to start for the day. He wearily pushed himself up and made his way to the conference room. The council was already seated.
ChancellorCynedóm and Councilwoman Swǽslic were talking while Councilman Gewinna looked straight ahead.
“Is it me, or does he look even more unpleasant then usual?” Uhura asked, sitting down next to Jim.
“Yeah, noticed to the “I ate twice the number of lemons today” pinched face.”
“I do not believe these comments to be appropriate, no matter how illogical Councilman Gewinna is being.”
Spock took his seat on Jim's other side. Jim and Uhura shared a smile before she frowned. “You look tired. Still not sleeping well?”
“I'm fine.”
“Right, we'll talk when we're done here tonight, Captain.”
“Yes, Lieutenant,” he said as ChancellorCynedómstarted the talks.
Two hours later Jim’s head was pounding with a combination of frustration and lack of sleep. How anyone could be against an air filtration system was beyond Jim at this point. But that's what Councilman Gewinna was arguing about. He brought his hand up to rub at his temple, trying to keep the argument straight. Was he saying it didn't filter out enough leaving too much to enter the workers lungs or that it filtered too much, which threw it back into the atmosphere of the planet? The fact that the planet had no atmosphere didn't matter.
ChancellorCynedóm caught Jim's eyes, then flicked his to Jim’s hand, and Jim knew he was going to call a recess when Gewinna paused for breath.
“No!” Gewinna said, when it had been proposed. “We must decide this now.”
“I think it will be for the best,” ChancellorCynedóm said, “if we take a short break. Then we will resolve this issue.”
Councilman Gewinna never answered as a blast shook the building. All were knocked to the ground. The overhead lights exploded and cracks appeared in the walls and ran up along the ceiling. A grinding noise came from the hallway.
“The peace negotiation!” The Chancellor said, rushing to the door. Most moved to follow him, but Jim frowned.
“Wait!” he called out.
“Captain?” Spock asked. He already had his communicator out. The door opened as he approached, exposing the debris filled hallway beyond.
Jim pulled himself up by the still upright table. All through the argument Gewinna seemed jittery. He kept looking at his PADD. Jim had thought nothing of it during the argument, but now it put him on edge. Especially as Gewinna seemed shocked. And not like 'there was just an explosion' shock, but more like 'that wasn't supposed to happen' shock.
“It wasn't the Peace Negotiation, was it, Councilman Gewinna?”
“It wasn't supposed to be now.” he said. A second blast knocked them to the floor again. A noise from the ceiling had them looking up. The crack had gotten bigger and was running down the walls now. Spock started pushing at the debris blocking the exit.
“Nyota,” he said, reaching a hand out for her when he had made enough room. She gave him a look before another crack from the ceiling had her moving. Councilwoman Swǽslic went through next, followed by ChancellorCynedóm.
Councilman Gewinna was still on the floor on the other side of the room. Jim made his way over, hand extended to help him up.
“It-it wasn't…” he mumbled.
“We'll deal with it later.” Jim told him.
Spock's communicator beeped.
“Emergency crews are here.” Uhura's voice came through it. “No one is hurt beyond scrapes. A lot of frazzled nerves. Most surprisingly, no one in the peace negotiation is blaming the others. ChancellorCynedóm is with them just in case. But you should hurry as they say that part of the building is not stable.”
“Come on.” Jim held out his hand again. Gewinna looked at it for a few seconds before taking it. Once he did a third, much closer blast went off. The far wall disintegrated, chunks of ceiling gave way, falling between Jim and the doorway.
“Captain!” Jim heard Spock call out. He pulled on Gewinna's hand. The other man stood, a look of horror planted on his face. Jim turned his head as the wall behind them groaned. He knew exactly what was going to happen as he pushed Gewinna over to where Spock has just appeared around some debris.
“Go!” he yelled at them, as the wall gave way. He heard Spock call his name once more as the wall collapsed on top of him.
Air'ros 14 Air'ros 16
Author: HandwithQuill
Rating: NC-17 overall
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Warnings: Au in which Leonard McCoy is not the CMO of the Enterprise. Kinda, sorta Cupid!Bones.
Summary: A mission takes the Enterprise to the planet Cамракот durning the Ritual of Lufsum. There Jim meets Air'Ros. Based on the myth of Cupid and Psyche.
A/N: Beta'd by the always awesome ken_ichijouji
Jim dropped down into a chair in the dining hall. He rested his head on his arm and massaged the back of his neck with his other hand.
The negotiations were at a standstill. Every time things seemed to be progressing Councilman Gewinna brought up some superficial issue and started the debate again. It was mentally exhausting. This was on top of his physical exhaustion.
He hadn't really slept in three days.
It had been three days since he sent Bo-Air'Ros away. He kept telling himself that whatever Air'Ros did to him should be wearing off, but he just felt worse.
When he remembered to get food, it remained on his plate. The very idea of eating was unappetizing. What little sleep he did get was broken up from rolling over and reaching for the other man. The only way he was able to sleep at all was by curling around the pillow, that he didn't have and didn't keep under the bed, that still smelled like Bones. But what really got him was the ache in his chest that just seemed to get larger.
His PADD beeped, and the hand that was massaging the back of his neck flapped down on to it. He was expecting couple of reports from the ship, and Spock was compiling more data on the group that Councilman Gewinna was a part of. He knew he should look at which one had just come in, but he was so tired. There wasn't much time before the negotiations for the day started, and he just wanted to go back to bed.
He heard the chair across from him scrape as someone pulled it out and sat in it. With a deep sigh he lifted his head to see who it was, assuming it was one of his crew. He sat up straighter when he saw a woman sitting there. She was sitting primly, hands folded on the table in front of her. Her wavy wheat blond hair fell loosely at her shoulders. Her eyes were narrowed and her mouth was pressed into a thin line. Jim frowned as he tried to figure out why she looked familiar. His mouth fell open when he noticed the flower pinned to her lapel.
It was a Croppa flower.
“A'Mare?” he breathed. She inclined her head slightly in acknowledgment. He swallowed hard. What was Bones' mother doing here? She didn't say anything and Jim tensed his arms and legs as to not fidget.
“I have yet to see what captured his interest,” she said finally.
”That makes two of us.”
“I told him, weeks ago, that he shouldn't have bothered with you. It never works out well. You mortals never under-” She cut off, sighed deeply, before looking into his eyes. Jim didn't know what she saw as many emotions warred across her face. She stood suddenly, brushed invisible wrinkles out of her jacket. She gave him a look of disgust and reached into a pocket and pulled out a small rectangle of stiff paper. She placed it on the table and left.
He picked it up after she was out of sight. Jim recognized the writing on it as an address in Glowan. He was still looking at it when his PADD chimed again, indicating that it was time for the negotiations to start for the day. He wearily pushed himself up and made his way to the conference room. The council was already seated.
ChancellorCynedóm and Councilwoman Swǽslic were talking while Councilman Gewinna looked straight ahead.
“Is it me, or does he look even more unpleasant then usual?” Uhura asked, sitting down next to Jim.
“Yeah, noticed to the “I ate twice the number of lemons today” pinched face.”
“I do not believe these comments to be appropriate, no matter how illogical Councilman Gewinna is being.”
Spock took his seat on Jim's other side. Jim and Uhura shared a smile before she frowned. “You look tired. Still not sleeping well?”
“I'm fine.”
“Right, we'll talk when we're done here tonight, Captain.”
“Yes, Lieutenant,” he said as ChancellorCynedómstarted the talks.
Two hours later Jim’s head was pounding with a combination of frustration and lack of sleep. How anyone could be against an air filtration system was beyond Jim at this point. But that's what Councilman Gewinna was arguing about. He brought his hand up to rub at his temple, trying to keep the argument straight. Was he saying it didn't filter out enough leaving too much to enter the workers lungs or that it filtered too much, which threw it back into the atmosphere of the planet? The fact that the planet had no atmosphere didn't matter.
ChancellorCynedóm caught Jim's eyes, then flicked his to Jim’s hand, and Jim knew he was going to call a recess when Gewinna paused for breath.
“No!” Gewinna said, when it had been proposed. “We must decide this now.”
“I think it will be for the best,” ChancellorCynedóm said, “if we take a short break. Then we will resolve this issue.”
Councilman Gewinna never answered as a blast shook the building. All were knocked to the ground. The overhead lights exploded and cracks appeared in the walls and ran up along the ceiling. A grinding noise came from the hallway.
“The peace negotiation!” The Chancellor said, rushing to the door. Most moved to follow him, but Jim frowned.
“Wait!” he called out.
“Captain?” Spock asked. He already had his communicator out. The door opened as he approached, exposing the debris filled hallway beyond.
Jim pulled himself up by the still upright table. All through the argument Gewinna seemed jittery. He kept looking at his PADD. Jim had thought nothing of it during the argument, but now it put him on edge. Especially as Gewinna seemed shocked. And not like 'there was just an explosion' shock, but more like 'that wasn't supposed to happen' shock.
“It wasn't the Peace Negotiation, was it, Councilman Gewinna?”
“It wasn't supposed to be now.” he said. A second blast knocked them to the floor again. A noise from the ceiling had them looking up. The crack had gotten bigger and was running down the walls now. Spock started pushing at the debris blocking the exit.
“Nyota,” he said, reaching a hand out for her when he had made enough room. She gave him a look before another crack from the ceiling had her moving. Councilwoman Swǽslic went through next, followed by ChancellorCynedóm.
Councilman Gewinna was still on the floor on the other side of the room. Jim made his way over, hand extended to help him up.
“It-it wasn't…” he mumbled.
“We'll deal with it later.” Jim told him.
Spock's communicator beeped.
“Emergency crews are here.” Uhura's voice came through it. “No one is hurt beyond scrapes. A lot of frazzled nerves. Most surprisingly, no one in the peace negotiation is blaming the others. ChancellorCynedóm is with them just in case. But you should hurry as they say that part of the building is not stable.”
“Come on.” Jim held out his hand again. Gewinna looked at it for a few seconds before taking it. Once he did a third, much closer blast went off. The far wall disintegrated, chunks of ceiling gave way, falling between Jim and the doorway.
“Captain!” Jim heard Spock call out. He pulled on Gewinna's hand. The other man stood, a look of horror planted on his face. Jim turned his head as the wall behind them groaned. He knew exactly what was going to happen as he pushed Gewinna over to where Spock has just appeared around some debris.
“Go!” he yelled at them, as the wall gave way. He heard Spock call his name once more as the wall collapsed on top of him.
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