[A Painful Conversation] -- [During SPF] -- [Jim and Bones]
(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... )
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... )
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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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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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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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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"Bullshit," Bones replied softly, sitting up. Now that he was closer, he could see the injuries up close. He sighed deeply - trust Jim to put up a fight. Well, Bones had seen the results. Spock had been beaten pretty good when Bones arrived, before it happened.
He lifted one of his hands up to Jim's face and tilted it carefully, looking intently at his face. At the cuts and bruising and swelling and cut lip and fuck... everywhere but his eyes. Couldn't look at those yet, not see the look, the hurt, the disappointment there. How he'd failed Jim.
"Lemme see your hands," he murmured softly.
Jim always fucked up his hands in a fight...
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Jim offered out his hands, but amazingly, those were fine. There were some deep, ugly bruises around his wrists, like shackles, to compensate.
He worked his throat, and whispered quietly, "Are you okay?"
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He felt better, doing what came natural. As long as he could help Jim, even a little, like this - he hadn't failed completely.
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"...About as fine as I am, Bones."
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Everything he needed was somewhere downstairs. Fuck. "Okay. I'll be back in a minute. You stay here," he said in a low growl, moving his legs off the bed. "I mean it, don't leave."
Once he was standing, the bruising on how lower body was more evident, dark patches on his abdomen, deep fingerprint marks on his hips. The residue of the slick oil still on his back and legs as he headed toward the door.
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They were both limping. Jim tried not to growl aloud as something in his back pulled.
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He wasn't going to let the fear of that happening again stop him from getting his stuff. As it was, they were pretty much fucking guaranteed that it wasn't over - and Bone wasn't going to let Spock go after them again without being at least a little healed up.
They headed out of the room, and made their way slowly down the hallway. "Where is he right now?" he asked in a near whisper.
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Maybe he understood Spock a little. He felt... fucking protective right now.
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Carefully heading down the steps, they got to the landing at the bottom, and Bones saw where his medical kit landed, tossed absently into a corner of the hallway. He bent down to get it and sighed. Fuck, his back ached.
Bones walked back to where Jim was, on the bottom stair. He pulled out his tricorder, and began scanning Jim's ribs, then his head. "I got a little regen unit here. Would rather do it someplace you can sit or lay down."
One eye glanced up, and looked at the front door, then back at Jim. "You know what this is, don't you?" he asked, a strangely resigned note to his voice.
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"...We can't even leave. He'll fucking hunt us down." His head dropped and that something in his voice cracked further.
"...and this time you got dragged in too." Quiet, maybe unheard. It had been easier to deal with it, with something too similar, when it had been an enemy and not his friend.
Even Nero hadn't gone that far.
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Jim wasn't taking this well. Fuck. Bones wanted to help him with that -but no words came. Nothing that would make him feel better. He'd never felt more useless in his life.
His eyes lifted, looked back up the staircase. Fuck. "Let's get upstairs then. Go back to that room."
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"...I'll make sure you're fixed up too." He said, finally looking up.
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