[Cain and Abel] -- [Bones/Kirk] -- [Sam and Kirk]

[kirktastic]

Bones and Jim left the Captain's office soon after the surprise meeting with Emma and David. From the moment the older pair left the office Bones hadn't spoken, just nodded in response to Jim's suggestion that they return to their room. They were both quiet in the turbolift, and made it inside their room before either man uttered a word

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[dreadpiratekirk]

Sam's back was turned as he consulted a padd. He had been on the way to the mess when the padd started pinging with a message alert. The vaccinations were almost complete, but the lists of names seemed endless. Every few hours he would get a message with another list of names attached. Cross checking the manifest with the vaccination records, despite the miracles of computing, was proving time consuming.

Jim was there when he looked up from the padd. He smiled softly at his brother. It had been some time since they had seen one another.

[kirktastic]

Sam. A whole other source of the problems that Bones had, and a source of the problems between the two of them. Bones had asked him if he could be with Sam. What had the two of them been talking about? What had Sam done to encourage it?

Thoughts of food fled and were replaced by a cold feeling in the back of his neck. "Sam."

[dreadpiratekirk]

"Jim," he replied. There was something off about his brother.

"How're you?" Sam asked, knowing he might regret it.

[kirktastic]

"...Not great." Said quietly, blankly, "Lot going on in my head." Thanks to you.

[dctr_mccoy]

After Jim left, Bones had gotten up from the bed only once, to fetch a bottle of whatever was opened in the cabinets. He returned to their bed and sat down, staring at the amber liquid in his hands for a very long time. Dad... Even the smell of the alcohol reminded him of being small and hugging his father tightly before being tucked into bed, or sharing a glass after a hard day at their medical practice. It brought back memories he hadn't realized were still in there, happy days and sad days and days in between. There was no one in young Leonard McCoy's life like his father.

And now he was back.

It wasn't until he saw that bourbon sloshing around the bottle that he realized that his hands were shaking. Fuck, he thought to himself, using one leg to keep it from spilling as he managed to get it open. The first swallow burned a little, like it always did. The next two were easier, his throat warm and stomach churning but soon that chaotic feeling in his head settled down, his hands stopped shaking, and Bones found it in him to

[kirktastic]

"Hey you," Jim said quietly back, a tray in his hands. The fight with Sam hadn't fixed anything, and he knew it, but it didn't matter. He'd gotten across some of what he felt to his brother, warned him off. He looked to Bones, and the thought that they had kissed just made him feel like an ass all over again. Was it all his fault that Bones wanted someone else?

He nudged the tray onto the bed, careful so neither of them tilted it over. "They had tomato soup in the galley. Got you a grilled cheese sandwich to go with it, and some cheese." And a duplicate meal for himself.

He wouldn't bring up the fight, not now. Bones needed a night to just ... feel.

[dctr_mccoy]

Bones offered up a little smile, his hair mussed as he sat up and reached out over the tray to touch Jim. "Thanks," he said again. Jim felt stiff next to him, and he looked fucking tired. "Hell of a day, huh?" he said, a false humor in his voice. Last thing he wanted was to be a weight around Jim's neck, but it seemed no matter how hard he tried, all he did was bring more problems onto Jim's shoulders.

He picked up his bowl and dumped his portion of cheese into the steaming soup. "Used to eat it like this when I was a kid," he said thoughtfully. "Feels like another lifetime."

[kirktastic]

You have no idea. Jim thought to himself, nodding his agreement though, "Yea." He set himself up, putting cheese into the soup and stirring to watch it melt. "You remember that dinner I helped out at when I first got to the Academy? I got addicted to their tomato soup." His lips quirked as he remembered. The woman who had owned it was a beautiful cougar who was more than willing to cook for the young scrap of a thing she could at her back door as long as he brought some excitement into her divorced life.