Title: Deadline Pairing: Kirk/McCoy Summary: It’s Sunday morning Rating: Teen/PG13 Word Count: 2840 A/N: #31 in the Two Men & a Motorbike series. Follows Preparation. Posting early again! &hearts to everyone who reads/comments!
“Don’t count the days, Jim. I’m not going to, no matter how tempting it is. Like you said before, we can still communicate whenever we can arrange it, and there’ll be breaks, if we can work those out.” Bones strokes the back of his neck. “You’re going to get through this because you’re Captain James T. Kirk, and there isn’t anything you can’t do, except keeping your living quarters clean. And doing laundry in a timely manner. And cooking anything complicated. And--.” Jim kisses him to stop the list. “Very funny, Bones,” he mutters when he ends the kiss. “You’re a doctor, not a comedian.” **** Sobbing hysterically, here.
“Bones.” He hesitates in the doorway, not even sure what he wants to say. Bones looks up at him, and Jim feels a twisting in his gut as emotions overwhelm him. “Soon,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough. Bones slowly smiles, the crooked one that’s all for Jim, and he nods. “Soon.” **** Sobs harder.
Damnit, Inell. I'm a fanfiction writer and reader, not a kleenex quality tester. Although now, I apparently am.
It's not really done until the Enterprise leaves in two weeks. Or so I keep mumbling in the back of my head. Lovely chapter. I love, love, love the anguish of it.
Bones would tell all of us we're damn sentimental fools, wouldn't he?
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*runs away bawling*
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“Don’t count the days, Jim. I’m not going to, no matter how tempting it is. Like you said before, we can still communicate whenever we can arrange it, and there’ll be breaks, if we can work those out.” Bones strokes the back of his neck. “You’re going to get through this because you’re Captain James T. Kirk, and there isn’t anything you can’t do, except keeping your living quarters clean. And doing laundry in a timely manner. And cooking anything complicated. And--.”
Jim kisses him to stop the list. “Very funny, Bones,” he mutters when he ends the kiss. “You’re a doctor, not a comedian.”
****
Sobbing hysterically, here.
“Bones.” He hesitates in the doorway, not even sure what he wants to say. Bones looks up at him, and Jim feels a twisting in his gut as emotions overwhelm him. “Soon,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough.
Bones slowly smiles, the crooked one that’s all for Jim, and he nods. “Soon.”
****
Sobs harder.
Damnit, Inell. I'm a fanfiction writer and reader, not a kleenex quality tester. Although now, I apparently am.
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Bones would tell all of us we're damn sentimental fools, wouldn't he?
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powerful
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