[A Painful Conversation] -- [During SPF] -- [Jim and Bones]

Apr 05, 2010 10:54

(OOC: This happens during the SPF thread, but we decided to make it a new post so it didn't get lost.)

It took time to get Jim to come back into his own head. Spock had gotten in there, deep as could be, and blew everything apart. At least that was what the headache pounding in his head told him. He could feel Spock curled up beside him, and ( Read more... )

sometimes the pain is inside and out, fuck my life, a stallion needs first to be broken, not too sure how this will go, not so boldly going

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dctr_mccoy April 5 2010, 16:21:20 UTC
He opened his eyes.

It was dark, and quiet and for a moment Bones wondered if he'd imagined the sounds. Then he felt the hand on his hair and he jumped back, startled, eyes wide now as he tried to make out the shape and the voice, almost not recognizing either. Fuck, even that small movement was enough to make him wince a little, his body still feeling the effects of earlier that day.

A moment later he coughed and whispered. "Jim?"       

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kirktastic April 5 2010, 16:25:51 UTC
Bones looked like hell. Jim was pretty sure he didn't look any better. He could feel that tenderness of the bruise on the side of his face every time he moved his jaw. He desperately wanted to get them both a glass of water, but wasn't sure that he would successfully make it to the only place he knew in the house had cups - the kitchen - and back again.

He kept his hand on Bones' hair, light. "Yea. I..." He didn't know what to say. His mind hadn't even dealt with the reality of it yet. "...I'm here." The words fell flat from his tongue. He didn't even know how much time he had before Spock would realize he was gone and come after him like a cat hunting its prey. Or worse... come after Bones.

Vulcan strength or not, First Officer or not, friend or not, Jim would kill Spock if he tried to touch Bones again.

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dctr_mccoy April 5 2010, 22:23:34 UTC
Bones hated the way he unconsciously turned his head away from Jim's hand. Hated himself for the look on Jim's face when it happened. Fuck, he knew he looked like shit, still reeked of the oil and sex that he hadn't given a shit about himself enough to managed to clean off him yet.

Jim. Beaten and naked and sitting next to him. Fuck. There were a lot of things Bones wanted/needed to say. A million questions flew through his mind, though this might not be the time or place. Their lives were changed forever, if this was really happening, and the thought of that weighed so heavily on Bones that almost everything else was pushed away.

Except for what mattered most of all. Jim was hurt. Really hurt. Shit. "You okay?" he rasped, one eye going over Jim's body, making as quick an assessment as he could from where he was.

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kirktastic April 5 2010, 22:42:26 UTC
When Bones turned his head away, something in Jim's chest felt like it cracked across the middle. He let his hand drop away, just sitting there feeling tired and useless in ways he hadn't in years. "I'm fine." Spoken so quietly it was almost unheard. The bruising, skin and deep in the muscle, would heal. He had been through far worse. The knot that had to be there, where the worst of the pain was, where the headache was coming from.

Jim stared down at the hands in his lap, hating hating the gap he was feeling between them. It felt cold inside, and he felt his stomach tensing up.

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