Star Trek: Confessions in the Medic's Bay
Title: Confessions in the Medic’s Bay
Fandom: Star Trek (the New Movie)
Characters/Pairings: Kirk/McCoy
Genre: Fluff-it’s what’s for breakfast.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2,159
Author’s Note: Birthday present for monsieur_djinn who asked for: “Kirk tells Bones that he loves him, and Bones reciprocates by showing Kirk how much he loves him back. With Makeouts. in the medics bay would be cool, or on the bridge after a battle?” Had a little bit of trouble with this because it’s not my primary Star Trek ship…but it *is* a pretty hot one, so hopefully I’ve done it some justice. And just because it fits and I am amused that I’m on week 6 and I haven’t written the same fandom twice even once, this is also for tamingthemuse prompt #153 - Jet Lag. Unbetaed, all mistakes are my own damned fault.
Dedication:
Darling Fluffy Australian Drop Bear of Unearthly Gayness,
Doesn’t that title just make you feel all warm and fluffy inside? I hope you enjoy this and that your birthday is a really fantastic one! I am so glad we met through our mutual homosexuality and Love for all things Shoebox.
With Love,
Your Moon Blossom
Summary: Bones is used to Jim Kirk saying and doing a lot of unexpected things, but this time, it’s his own reaction that surprises him most.
Fanfiction Link: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5159686/1/
Leonard McCoy’s head was spinning, his entire body felt weak, and truth be told, he was not really capable of focusing on his work. This made it very lucky that there weren’t any patients, as his work was usually the kind of thing that required an attention span. Last night had been the first time he had been able to sleep since the crew had left Earth-that was five days ago-and he’d only gotten a miserable two and a half hours. Back on his home planet, when this happened, it was called “Jet Lag”. Here on The Enterprise, it was called “Hell”.
Bones would never get used to being in space. He hated it, hated everything about it, hated being on this ship, and everyone who was on it with him. At least, he felt that way right now.
“Good Morning, medical staff!” McCoy jumped hearing the energetic voice ring out through the Medic’s Bay. His first instinct was to bang his head against his desk until he blacked out, but then he remembered he already had a headache. “And how is my favorite Chief of Medicine this morning?”
“Jim, please, not today,” he groaned, categorically refusing to look up at his friend.
“That’s not a very friendly greeting,” Jim said fondly before-damn the man-sitting on Bone’s formerly organized desk.
“What do you want?”
“Just to talk to my best friend in the entire galaxy,” Jim said smiling obnoxiously and picking something up off the desk to stare at with interest. “Not much to do just at the moment. Got kind of bored.”
“I’m a doctor, not a babysitter, Jim. And aren’t you supposed to be captaining this giant tin can?”
“They’ll do alright without me for a few minutes. Actually, I had something to talk to you about,” Jim said suddenly becoming a little more serious. “You don’t mind if I dismiss your staff for a bit, do you?”
“What-Yes I mind-“
“Break time, everybody! Clear out for a bit; go get some hard earned rest!” Jim said raising his voice so that everyone in the Medic’s Bay would hear and closing the door firmly after ushering McCoy’s entire staff out. Bones ground his teeth and gave Jim a severe look.
“I hope you have something really important to say because I’m not going to see any of them again for hours and if someone dies from understaffing it’s on your hands.”
Jim turned from the door he’d just slammed shut and stared at Bones intensely. He let out a breath he seemed to have been holding for the entire time he’d been standing up and said, very quickly, “ILoveyou,Bones.”
“Oh, good,” Bones thought, “I’m dreaming. I’ve finally managed to fall asleep.”
“Jim, what are you on about?” he asked, playing along with the ridiculously convincing dream Kirk.
“No, really, I mean it, Bones. I that you…have for a very long time. You, uh, you don’t seem to be taking this how I’d hoped you would. Hey! Look at the time; I’ve got to captain a ship! Nice talking to you!”
Before Bones could respond, Jim was out the door. Bones let his head drop onto his desk and pain ripped through his body.
“Shit,” he thought as the implications of that much pain hit him. “Not a dream.”
And it looked like he was in for yet another sleepless night.
Half past two in the morning. Bones turned over grumpily and made a grunting noise but didn’t bother closing his eyes or pretending he had a shot at sleeping.
Here’s the thing that bothered him. Leonard McCoy was no fairy. And neither, he was sure, was James Kirk. Jim was the most impulsive person he’d ever met. The chances were: Jim had said it all on a whim. Had gotten one perfectly natural spark of curiosity and gone and blown it to hell. Except that he’d said he’d felt that way for a long time, and he’d acted a little too nervous about it for it to be something he thought he could laugh off. But Jim couldn’t think of him like that. He’d never thought of Jim like that. Not until now, anyway. What the hell was Jim thinking, putting thoughts like that into his head on an impulse? Sure, Jim could forget about it in a day, but now Bones would be wondering about this forever.
He couldn’t even say for sure that he didn’t return the feeling. Jim had been the best friend he’d ever known, his constant companion for longer than anyone else had ever managed to put up with his bad attitude-wife included. Bones had never been able to say “no” to Jim and (despite his complaining) he loved it when Jim was around. And sure, Jim was gorgeous to a degree that even the staunchly heterosexual McCoy could recognize. He’d always loved Jim. But that didn’t necessarily mean he Loved Jim…did it? Obviously that was not the case.
Bones settled the point with himself and then, finally, turned over once more and fell asleep.
It had been two weeks since the fatal incident in the Medic’s Bay. Jim hadn’t brought it up to Bones again. Bones took this as further proof that the confession had not been as serious to Jim as it’d seemed at the time, but he’d also not made any unscheduled visits to the Medic’s Bay and had been awkwardly avoidant since then, so it was clear he hadn’t laughed it off the next day, either.
Bones wanted to find the man and give him a solid punch in his face. He’d ruined everything and all for some passing fancy. On top of the fact that he couldn’t hold an emotion down for more than an hour, he was now the one being weird and ruining their friendship-as if Bones had been the one who had come out of nowhere with a confession of Love! It was the most frustrating thing he had ever experienced.
To make matters worse, ever since he’d recovered his ability to sleep the night of Jim’s confession, Bones had been having very intimate and highly uncomfortable dreams about Jim the nature of which don’t need to be explained. This did not mean he really wanted Jim, not necessarily. Bones was a real doctor, not some bullshit dream doctor, but he was sure the dreams had no bearing whatsoever on how he actually felt about Jim. They were just weird, completely uncontrollable and not at all to be taken literally. Except that sometimes they would well up to his memory in the middle of the day when he wasn’t busy or if he caught sight of Jim and it would take several minutes of recalling grotesque diseases he’d treated to get his blood to stop boiling. But that was fine and normal and didn’t actually mean anything at all. Maybe he was curious…everyone was curious sometimes.
All potential discomfiture and mildly pornographic dreams aside, Bones just wanted his friend back. Jim needed someone with some sense to keep him from getting everyone killed (because Jim never listened to Spock and there was no reason, Bones thought jealously, for him to start now). As for Bones, well, he hated to admit he needed Jim, too. He needed someone to tell him he was being an ill-tempered jerk or the ship’s entire medical staff would quit first chance offered. No, really, he’d heard them talking about it.
And now, he’d really done it. He’d finally gotten them all killed. Had Bones been consulted, he was sure he could have talked Jim out of entering this galaxy in the middle of an attack, but of course he hadn’t been consulted. Not that Jim didn’t often get them into situations this sticky when he did have Bones telling him not to, but it was nice to know that if they all died he’d be able to say “I told you so.”
“Hostile forces are boarding the ship, please stay put and close the medical area until further notice,” an unidentified female voice said over the intercom. Bones hesitated. He was no soldier and he knew a lot of people would die if he got himself killed and couldn’t cure them. Usually he was perfectly content to ride fights out. But he was damned if he was going to miss this chance to rub Jim’s impulsiveness in his face and let him know he’d thought it was a bad idea all along. Besides, he was worried about his friend…in a totally platonic way, of course.
He made it to the bridge just in time to see Jim get shot down. He looked around for a brief moment for something to attack back with, picked a phaser up from one of the intruder’s fallen bodies, and shot back at the bastard. The thrill of revenge hardly registered as he rushed to Jim’s side, fully ready to strangle the idiot if he’d gotten himself killed.
“Jim, talk to me, are you alright?” He asked, beginning to search for where his friend had been hit so he could tell how worried he should be.
Jim’s eyes flickered open briefly and he smiled a slow, almost beautiful smile. “Well, this is a tacky way to die,” he laughed pulling his friend’s arms tightly around him and passing out.
It was at this most inopportune time that Bones’ stomach dropped, his heart shattered and he realized something he really should have figured out two weeks ago (or years earlier than that). Yes, he was in Love with Jim Kirk. Terribly, irreversibly in Love. Shit, shit, shit.
Jim was alive. The intruders had been fought off, their ship taken, and the men responsible were going to be forced to answer to Star Fleet. Despite these favorable turns of fortune, Leonard McCoy was back to his restless state of two weeks ago though for a very different reason.
Jim was alive for now. He had saved him. If nobody had been there to have Jim carried to the Medic’s Bay immediately, he would have been a goner. But he hadn’t woken since the attack and Bones hadn’t slept since then, either. It was a lucky thing Bones had practice not sleeping, and that he was generally so cranky it didn’t make much of a difference. Three days was bordering on dangerous and if Jim didn’t wake up soon, McCoy was sure he was going to have to go crazy. Because he couldn’t lose Jim, not now, not when he finally knew how much he meant to him.
Out of the corner of his eye, Bones saw someone shoot up in his patient’s bed and then ease back down in pain. Bones lifted his eyes slowly, afraid to hope-five others had been harmed during the attack and there was no reason to think it was Jim waking up. Except that it had to be Jim.
“Anyone present intent on becoming a ship’s captain one day, I recommend not warping into a hostile galaxy if the circumstances come up.”
“It was a pretty stupid move, Captain,” Kirk’s nurse commented kindly trying to help the patient back down in place.
“My, but it was worth it to be groped by you,” Kirk said in tones that had yet to fail at winning him a bedmate. But Bones, who had been staring in Jim’s direction ecstatically since hearing his voice, noticed that it was him, not the pretty nurse, he was looking at as he said it.
The nurse, oblivious to this, giggled femininely and blushed. Bones felt so jealous, he almost fired her on the spot.
“Behave yourself, Jim,” Bones said standing and walking to his friend’s bedside. He turned to the nurse and told her to go rest with deceptive kindness, insisting he could handle the patients until the next nurse’s shift started. “You’re alright, thank God. You’re going to recover fine; we were just worried you wouldn’t wake up.”
“I’m awake!” Jim said casually, leaning towards his friend. Bones let one hand drift onto the half healed chest wound while his other hand enveloped his friend’s.
“Jim, say it again. Tell me you still mean it.”
“I would like you to grope me?”
“No, not that. The other thing. The thing you said the last time you were here. Tell me you still mean it.”
Jim paused as if trying to remember what exactly he’d said.
“I Love you,” Jim finally answered softly. “I’m always going to Love you.”
Bones momentarily considered telling Jim that he Loved him, too. That he’d missed him, and been worried sick, and that he didn’t know how he hadn’t recognized it earlier. But that, he soon realized, would take too long and at present, there were other ways he wanted to spend his time. So instead he pushed his lips against the end of Jim’s sentence and swallowed his friend’s next words.
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Fandom: Star Trek (the New Movie)
Characters/Pairings: Kirk/McCoy
Genre: Fluff-it’s what’s for breakfast.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2,159
Author’s Note: Birthday present for monsieur_djinn who asked for: “Kirk tells Bones that he loves him, and Bones reciprocates by showing Kirk how much he loves him back. With Makeouts. in the medics bay would be cool, or on the bridge after a battle?” Had a little bit of trouble with this because it’s not my primary Star Trek ship…but it *is* a pretty hot one, so hopefully I’ve done it some justice. And just because it fits and I am amused that I’m on week 6 and I haven’t written the same fandom twice even once, this is also for tamingthemuse prompt #153 - Jet Lag. Unbetaed, all mistakes are my own damned fault.
Dedication:
Darling Fluffy Australian Drop Bear of Unearthly Gayness,
Doesn’t that title just make you feel all warm and fluffy inside? I hope you enjoy this and that your birthday is a really fantastic one! I am so glad we met through our mutual homosexuality and Love for all things Shoebox.
With Love,
Your Moon Blossom
Summary: Bones is used to Jim Kirk saying and doing a lot of unexpected things, but this time, it’s his own reaction that surprises him most.
Fanfiction Link: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5159686/1/
Leonard McCoy’s head was spinning, his entire body felt weak, and truth be told, he was not really capable of focusing on his work. This made it very lucky that there weren’t any patients, as his work was usually the kind of thing that required an attention span. Last night had been the first time he had been able to sleep since the crew had left Earth-that was five days ago-and he’d only gotten a miserable two and a half hours. Back on his home planet, when this happened, it was called “Jet Lag”. Here on The Enterprise, it was called “Hell”.
Bones would never get used to being in space. He hated it, hated everything about it, hated being on this ship, and everyone who was on it with him. At least, he felt that way right now.
“Good Morning, medical staff!” McCoy jumped hearing the energetic voice ring out through the Medic’s Bay. His first instinct was to bang his head against his desk until he blacked out, but then he remembered he already had a headache. “And how is my favorite Chief of Medicine this morning?”
“Jim, please, not today,” he groaned, categorically refusing to look up at his friend.
“That’s not a very friendly greeting,” Jim said fondly before-damn the man-sitting on Bone’s formerly organized desk.
“What do you want?”
“Just to talk to my best friend in the entire galaxy,” Jim said smiling obnoxiously and picking something up off the desk to stare at with interest. “Not much to do just at the moment. Got kind of bored.”
“I’m a doctor, not a babysitter, Jim. And aren’t you supposed to be captaining this giant tin can?”
“They’ll do alright without me for a few minutes. Actually, I had something to talk to you about,” Jim said suddenly becoming a little more serious. “You don’t mind if I dismiss your staff for a bit, do you?”
“What-Yes I mind-“
“Break time, everybody! Clear out for a bit; go get some hard earned rest!” Jim said raising his voice so that everyone in the Medic’s Bay would hear and closing the door firmly after ushering McCoy’s entire staff out. Bones ground his teeth and gave Jim a severe look.
“I hope you have something really important to say because I’m not going to see any of them again for hours and if someone dies from understaffing it’s on your hands.”
Jim turned from the door he’d just slammed shut and stared at Bones intensely. He let out a breath he seemed to have been holding for the entire time he’d been standing up and said, very quickly, “ILoveyou,Bones.”
“Oh, good,” Bones thought, “I’m dreaming. I’ve finally managed to fall asleep.”
“Jim, what are you on about?” he asked, playing along with the ridiculously convincing dream Kirk.
“No, really, I mean it, Bones. I that you…have for a very long time. You, uh, you don’t seem to be taking this how I’d hoped you would. Hey! Look at the time; I’ve got to captain a ship! Nice talking to you!”
Before Bones could respond, Jim was out the door. Bones let his head drop onto his desk and pain ripped through his body.
“Shit,” he thought as the implications of that much pain hit him. “Not a dream.”
And it looked like he was in for yet another sleepless night.
Half past two in the morning. Bones turned over grumpily and made a grunting noise but didn’t bother closing his eyes or pretending he had a shot at sleeping.
Here’s the thing that bothered him. Leonard McCoy was no fairy. And neither, he was sure, was James Kirk. Jim was the most impulsive person he’d ever met. The chances were: Jim had said it all on a whim. Had gotten one perfectly natural spark of curiosity and gone and blown it to hell. Except that he’d said he’d felt that way for a long time, and he’d acted a little too nervous about it for it to be something he thought he could laugh off. But Jim couldn’t think of him like that. He’d never thought of Jim like that. Not until now, anyway. What the hell was Jim thinking, putting thoughts like that into his head on an impulse? Sure, Jim could forget about it in a day, but now Bones would be wondering about this forever.
He couldn’t even say for sure that he didn’t return the feeling. Jim had been the best friend he’d ever known, his constant companion for longer than anyone else had ever managed to put up with his bad attitude-wife included. Bones had never been able to say “no” to Jim and (despite his complaining) he loved it when Jim was around. And sure, Jim was gorgeous to a degree that even the staunchly heterosexual McCoy could recognize. He’d always loved Jim. But that didn’t necessarily mean he Loved Jim…did it? Obviously that was not the case.
Bones settled the point with himself and then, finally, turned over once more and fell asleep.
It had been two weeks since the fatal incident in the Medic’s Bay. Jim hadn’t brought it up to Bones again. Bones took this as further proof that the confession had not been as serious to Jim as it’d seemed at the time, but he’d also not made any unscheduled visits to the Medic’s Bay and had been awkwardly avoidant since then, so it was clear he hadn’t laughed it off the next day, either.
Bones wanted to find the man and give him a solid punch in his face. He’d ruined everything and all for some passing fancy. On top of the fact that he couldn’t hold an emotion down for more than an hour, he was now the one being weird and ruining their friendship-as if Bones had been the one who had come out of nowhere with a confession of Love! It was the most frustrating thing he had ever experienced.
To make matters worse, ever since he’d recovered his ability to sleep the night of Jim’s confession, Bones had been having very intimate and highly uncomfortable dreams about Jim the nature of which don’t need to be explained. This did not mean he really wanted Jim, not necessarily. Bones was a real doctor, not some bullshit dream doctor, but he was sure the dreams had no bearing whatsoever on how he actually felt about Jim. They were just weird, completely uncontrollable and not at all to be taken literally. Except that sometimes they would well up to his memory in the middle of the day when he wasn’t busy or if he caught sight of Jim and it would take several minutes of recalling grotesque diseases he’d treated to get his blood to stop boiling. But that was fine and normal and didn’t actually mean anything at all. Maybe he was curious…everyone was curious sometimes.
All potential discomfiture and mildly pornographic dreams aside, Bones just wanted his friend back. Jim needed someone with some sense to keep him from getting everyone killed (because Jim never listened to Spock and there was no reason, Bones thought jealously, for him to start now). As for Bones, well, he hated to admit he needed Jim, too. He needed someone to tell him he was being an ill-tempered jerk or the ship’s entire medical staff would quit first chance offered. No, really, he’d heard them talking about it.
And now, he’d really done it. He’d finally gotten them all killed. Had Bones been consulted, he was sure he could have talked Jim out of entering this galaxy in the middle of an attack, but of course he hadn’t been consulted. Not that Jim didn’t often get them into situations this sticky when he did have Bones telling him not to, but it was nice to know that if they all died he’d be able to say “I told you so.”
“Hostile forces are boarding the ship, please stay put and close the medical area until further notice,” an unidentified female voice said over the intercom. Bones hesitated. He was no soldier and he knew a lot of people would die if he got himself killed and couldn’t cure them. Usually he was perfectly content to ride fights out. But he was damned if he was going to miss this chance to rub Jim’s impulsiveness in his face and let him know he’d thought it was a bad idea all along. Besides, he was worried about his friend…in a totally platonic way, of course.
He made it to the bridge just in time to see Jim get shot down. He looked around for a brief moment for something to attack back with, picked a phaser up from one of the intruder’s fallen bodies, and shot back at the bastard. The thrill of revenge hardly registered as he rushed to Jim’s side, fully ready to strangle the idiot if he’d gotten himself killed.
“Jim, talk to me, are you alright?” He asked, beginning to search for where his friend had been hit so he could tell how worried he should be.
Jim’s eyes flickered open briefly and he smiled a slow, almost beautiful smile. “Well, this is a tacky way to die,” he laughed pulling his friend’s arms tightly around him and passing out.
It was at this most inopportune time that Bones’ stomach dropped, his heart shattered and he realized something he really should have figured out two weeks ago (or years earlier than that). Yes, he was in Love with Jim Kirk. Terribly, irreversibly in Love. Shit, shit, shit.
Jim was alive. The intruders had been fought off, their ship taken, and the men responsible were going to be forced to answer to Star Fleet. Despite these favorable turns of fortune, Leonard McCoy was back to his restless state of two weeks ago though for a very different reason.
Jim was alive for now. He had saved him. If nobody had been there to have Jim carried to the Medic’s Bay immediately, he would have been a goner. But he hadn’t woken since the attack and Bones hadn’t slept since then, either. It was a lucky thing Bones had practice not sleeping, and that he was generally so cranky it didn’t make much of a difference. Three days was bordering on dangerous and if Jim didn’t wake up soon, McCoy was sure he was going to have to go crazy. Because he couldn’t lose Jim, not now, not when he finally knew how much he meant to him.
Out of the corner of his eye, Bones saw someone shoot up in his patient’s bed and then ease back down in pain. Bones lifted his eyes slowly, afraid to hope-five others had been harmed during the attack and there was no reason to think it was Jim waking up. Except that it had to be Jim.
“Anyone present intent on becoming a ship’s captain one day, I recommend not warping into a hostile galaxy if the circumstances come up.”
“It was a pretty stupid move, Captain,” Kirk’s nurse commented kindly trying to help the patient back down in place.
“My, but it was worth it to be groped by you,” Kirk said in tones that had yet to fail at winning him a bedmate. But Bones, who had been staring in Jim’s direction ecstatically since hearing his voice, noticed that it was him, not the pretty nurse, he was looking at as he said it.
The nurse, oblivious to this, giggled femininely and blushed. Bones felt so jealous, he almost fired her on the spot.
“Behave yourself, Jim,” Bones said standing and walking to his friend’s bedside. He turned to the nurse and told her to go rest with deceptive kindness, insisting he could handle the patients until the next nurse’s shift started. “You’re alright, thank God. You’re going to recover fine; we were just worried you wouldn’t wake up.”
“I’m awake!” Jim said casually, leaning towards his friend. Bones let one hand drift onto the half healed chest wound while his other hand enveloped his friend’s.
“Jim, say it again. Tell me you still mean it.”
“I would like you to grope me?”
“No, not that. The other thing. The thing you said the last time you were here. Tell me you still mean it.”
Jim paused as if trying to remember what exactly he’d said.
“I Love you,” Jim finally answered softly. “I’m always going to Love you.”
Bones momentarily considered telling Jim that he Loved him, too. That he’d missed him, and been worried sick, and that he didn’t know how he hadn’t recognized it earlier. But that, he soon realized, would take too long and at present, there were other ways he wanted to spend his time. So instead he pushed his lips against the end of Jim’s sentence and swallowed his friend’s next words.
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