That Word on Another's Lips
Title: That Word on Another's Lips
Author: lieutenant_nona
Pairings/Characters: Kirk/Spock, past Kirk/McCoy, Scotty/Chekov
Rating: PG
Word count: 1,186
Summary: Kirk breaks up with Bones and starts dating Spock a while after. Bones is ~hurt by this. SONG: Is Someone Else Callin' You Baby by Luke Bryan from the prompt seen here.
Notes: Un-beta'd. Vulcan word ashalik, taken from here. Fic is loosely based on the song. Very loosely based. Here thar be angst, written out accents.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Dr. Leonard McCoy stood frozen in place, plastered to a bulkhead. His brain screamed at him to move, to get out of there, this was too much to handle, he shouldn’t be-
“I will come to your quarters after I run a few scans on some of the science division projects ashalik.”
Len felt his blood run cld. He was no linguist by any means, but during he mayhem that was Vulcans destruction he picked up a few things. Ashalik was one he remembered an older couple whisper to each other, a word he’d called Jim often. Darling.
He missed the rest of their conversation, unable to hear over the blood pounding in his ears. He didn’t hear them leave, or realize his feet started moving, his mind too muddled to properly process where he was going.
He walked through the corridors in a trance, lost in his own mind. He and Jim had broken up just two weeks ago and he and Spock had already gotten together. He knew there was something more something unexplainable, like they were pulled toward each other about Jim’s relationship with the Vulcan, but he didn’t want to admit it to himself. He’d thought he’d be able to give Jim what he needs. But I guess not. I guess I just-
He was pulled from his thoughts as another body literally ran into him. Luckily neither fell, both men grabbing each other’s arms, to stabilize themselves. Len blinked down at Pavel Chekov before realizing that he’d somehow made it down to the gym without realizing.
“Doktor! I’m sorry, are you all right?” The Russian’s worried grey-blue eyes ran over him head to toe looking for damage.
“I’m fine, Chekov. Don’t worry yourself, it was my fault, shoulda been watching where I was walking.”
“If you say so doktor. May I ask vat you’re doing here so early in ze afternoon?” asked the ensign with a tilt of his head.
“Ah, just. . .came down to work off some stress, hit the heavy bag some. I see your runnin’ some laps then huh?”
“Da, I hope ze heavy bag can help you unvind some doktor.”
“Yea, me too kid.”
Len made his way to the locker room, waving at Scotty lifting weights with some of the equipment on the way. He changed into the workout gear in his locker mechanically, wrapping his wrists for safety without thought.
He came out and made his way over to the punching bag. He stretched out, body on auto pilot while his mind raced. He started throwing jabs and punches, losing himself to his thoughts. What he could have done better, what he should have gave, when he should’ve backed off but kept pushing, anything that wouldn't have driven his best friend away from him.
His punches came faster and faster, hitting hard, splitting open his knuckles. He dropped his arms at his side and just breathed for a second. As he looked down he caught sight of his hands and blinked hard. He drew in a deep shuddering breath as he managed to will himself to move again and left the gym, ignoring Chekov and Scotty’s worried gazes.
As he entered his rooms he called up the doors locks and padded into his bedroom to grab a pair of clean sweats as he made his way to the bathroom, stripping as he went. He tossed his sweats on the counter; he turned on the shower and stepped in. He stood under the spray, letting the hot water pelt his skin.
Len drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly, counting off to five in his head in an attempt to get his emotions under control again. He did this for several long minutes before washing himself efficiently, taking care to clean his split knuckles and stepped out. He dried off slowly and pulled on his clean sweat pants.
He took a bottle of whiskey out from his stash, collapsed on his couch, opened the bottle and took a long pull. Last time I had Jim to help put me back together. Now what do I do?
He was two thirds of the way through the bottle when his door whooshed open. He sat up and peered over the back of the couch at the two men coming through. “What’re you two doin’? Thought I locked that door.”
“You did, but I hacked ze locking mechanism.” The svelte Russian said as he came toward the couch, one hand came up to cup the Southerner’s cheek as he knelt behind the sofa to meet his eyes.
“Tha’s against regulations ya know Chekov.” McCoy said as he leaned into the young man’s touch.
Scotty smiled warmly as he came around the front of the couch, and grabbed the nearly empty bottle. “Aye, tha’ it is. But we thought it’d be all righ’ seein’ as how upset ye looked back there Len. We’re worried about ye, isn’ tha’ righ’ Pasha?”
Chekov nodded, a gentle smile forming on his face. “Da, you didn’t look so vell in ze gym.”
Len sighed and rest his forehead against the back of the couch as Scotty started talking again, “Care tae tell us wha’s wrong?”
The doctor felt an arm come to rest over his shoulders and leaned back into the touch, needing something to ground him to the world and help him stay out of his own head. “Jim an’ Spock’ve finally given in ta wha’ ever’s ben pullin’ ‘em together fer so long now. . .I knew it’d happen. Jus’ not so soon after we split.”
Scotty made an understanding sound and rose from the sofa, pulling the younger man up with him. “Aye, tha’s always hard, seein’ someone you care about so soon af’r a breakup ‘s hard.”
Len nodded and leaned up against the Scotsman as he lead him to his bed, Chekov turning off lights as he followed them.
He blinked up at the engineer as he pulled back the sheets and helped him settle down. “What’re you two doin’?”
Scotty smiled down at him as he stripped off his red shirt and settled down next to the CMO, Chekov came through to the bedroom and pulled off his gold shirt to move in on McCoy’s other side. The Russian wrapped an arm around Len’s chest, his nose nestled in at the back of the doctor’s neck.
“Shh, ve are taking care of you. Just relax Lyonya and let us take care of you.”
“Lyonya?”
“Is Russian version of your name.”
“Oh.”
Scotty chuckled as he pulled the covers over them all, and drew Len’s head to rest on his shoulder. “It’ll get better Len, we promise ye. It’ll take some time, but it’ll get better. We’ll help ye get through this, yer not alone by any means."
Leonard McCoy shut his eyes in an attempt to ward away his turbulent thoughts as he listened to the men snuggled up next to him in bed. Maybe it really will get better eventually. Every hurt heals after enough time and care.
Author: lieutenant_nona
Pairings/Characters: Kirk/Spock, past Kirk/McCoy, Scotty/Chekov
Rating: PG
Word count: 1,186
Summary: Kirk breaks up with Bones and starts dating Spock a while after. Bones is ~hurt by this. SONG: Is Someone Else Callin' You Baby by Luke Bryan from the prompt seen here.
Notes: Un-beta'd. Vulcan word ashalik, taken from here. Fic is loosely based on the song. Very loosely based. Here thar be angst, written out accents.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Dr. Leonard McCoy stood frozen in place, plastered to a bulkhead. His brain screamed at him to move, to get out of there, this was too much to handle, he shouldn’t be-
“I will come to your quarters after I run a few scans on some of the science division projects ashalik.”
Len felt his blood run cld. He was no linguist by any means, but during he mayhem that was Vulcans destruction he picked up a few things. Ashalik was one he remembered an older couple whisper to each other, a word he’d called Jim often. Darling.
He missed the rest of their conversation, unable to hear over the blood pounding in his ears. He didn’t hear them leave, or realize his feet started moving, his mind too muddled to properly process where he was going.
He walked through the corridors in a trance, lost in his own mind. He and Jim had broken up just two weeks ago and he and Spock had already gotten together. He knew there was something more something unexplainable, like they were pulled toward each other about Jim’s relationship with the Vulcan, but he didn’t want to admit it to himself. He’d thought he’d be able to give Jim what he needs. But I guess not. I guess I just-
He was pulled from his thoughts as another body literally ran into him. Luckily neither fell, both men grabbing each other’s arms, to stabilize themselves. Len blinked down at Pavel Chekov before realizing that he’d somehow made it down to the gym without realizing.
“Doktor! I’m sorry, are you all right?” The Russian’s worried grey-blue eyes ran over him head to toe looking for damage.
“I’m fine, Chekov. Don’t worry yourself, it was my fault, shoulda been watching where I was walking.”
“If you say so doktor. May I ask vat you’re doing here so early in ze afternoon?” asked the ensign with a tilt of his head.
“Ah, just. . .came down to work off some stress, hit the heavy bag some. I see your runnin’ some laps then huh?”
“Da, I hope ze heavy bag can help you unvind some doktor.”
“Yea, me too kid.”
Len made his way to the locker room, waving at Scotty lifting weights with some of the equipment on the way. He changed into the workout gear in his locker mechanically, wrapping his wrists for safety without thought.
He came out and made his way over to the punching bag. He stretched out, body on auto pilot while his mind raced. He started throwing jabs and punches, losing himself to his thoughts. What he could have done better, what he should have gave, when he should’ve backed off but kept pushing, anything that wouldn't have driven his best friend away from him.
His punches came faster and faster, hitting hard, splitting open his knuckles. He dropped his arms at his side and just breathed for a second. As he looked down he caught sight of his hands and blinked hard. He drew in a deep shuddering breath as he managed to will himself to move again and left the gym, ignoring Chekov and Scotty’s worried gazes.
As he entered his rooms he called up the doors locks and padded into his bedroom to grab a pair of clean sweats as he made his way to the bathroom, stripping as he went. He tossed his sweats on the counter; he turned on the shower and stepped in. He stood under the spray, letting the hot water pelt his skin.
Len drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly, counting off to five in his head in an attempt to get his emotions under control again. He did this for several long minutes before washing himself efficiently, taking care to clean his split knuckles and stepped out. He dried off slowly and pulled on his clean sweat pants.
He took a bottle of whiskey out from his stash, collapsed on his couch, opened the bottle and took a long pull. Last time I had Jim to help put me back together. Now what do I do?
He was two thirds of the way through the bottle when his door whooshed open. He sat up and peered over the back of the couch at the two men coming through. “What’re you two doin’? Thought I locked that door.”
“You did, but I hacked ze locking mechanism.” The svelte Russian said as he came toward the couch, one hand came up to cup the Southerner’s cheek as he knelt behind the sofa to meet his eyes.
“Tha’s against regulations ya know Chekov.” McCoy said as he leaned into the young man’s touch.
Scotty smiled warmly as he came around the front of the couch, and grabbed the nearly empty bottle. “Aye, tha’ it is. But we thought it’d be all righ’ seein’ as how upset ye looked back there Len. We’re worried about ye, isn’ tha’ righ’ Pasha?”
Chekov nodded, a gentle smile forming on his face. “Da, you didn’t look so vell in ze gym.”
Len sighed and rest his forehead against the back of the couch as Scotty started talking again, “Care tae tell us wha’s wrong?”
The doctor felt an arm come to rest over his shoulders and leaned back into the touch, needing something to ground him to the world and help him stay out of his own head. “Jim an’ Spock’ve finally given in ta wha’ ever’s ben pullin’ ‘em together fer so long now. . .I knew it’d happen. Jus’ not so soon after we split.”
Scotty made an understanding sound and rose from the sofa, pulling the younger man up with him. “Aye, tha’s always hard, seein’ someone you care about so soon af’r a breakup ‘s hard.”
Len nodded and leaned up against the Scotsman as he lead him to his bed, Chekov turning off lights as he followed them.
He blinked up at the engineer as he pulled back the sheets and helped him settle down. “What’re you two doin’?”
Scotty smiled down at him as he stripped off his red shirt and settled down next to the CMO, Chekov came through to the bedroom and pulled off his gold shirt to move in on McCoy’s other side. The Russian wrapped an arm around Len’s chest, his nose nestled in at the back of the doctor’s neck.
“Shh, ve are taking care of you. Just relax Lyonya and let us take care of you.”
“Lyonya?”
“Is Russian version of your name.”
“Oh.”
Scotty chuckled as he pulled the covers over them all, and drew Len’s head to rest on his shoulder. “It’ll get better Len, we promise ye. It’ll take some time, but it’ll get better. We’ll help ye get through this, yer not alone by any means."
Leonard McCoy shut his eyes in an attempt to ward away his turbulent thoughts as he listened to the men snuggled up next to him in bed. Maybe it really will get better eventually. Every hurt heals after enough time and care.