Fic: Que Sera Sera (13/15)
Fandom: TOS/TNG/ST XI -slight AU where there isn’t a 16 year gap between the events of Generations and Star Trek 2009.
Pairings: Kirk Prime/McCoy Prime/Spock Prime, Kirk/Spock/McCoy, Scotty/Uhura
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: minor character death
Summary: Spock Prime went to save Romulus from a supernova and failed, leaving him in a universe that is similar and still so different from his own. Meanwhile in another part of the galaxy Kirk Prime was freed from the Nexus by Captain Picard and survived. Not believing that Spock Prime is dead Kirk Prime goes in search of him, and travels to the universe created when Nero went through the black hole. In that universe Kirk and Spock are starting on their five year mission, determined to write their own destinies after their encounters with Spock Prime. Unlike them McCoy doesn’t trust destiny as far as he can throw it, and he has his own problems to deal with, like getting custody of the three year old daughter he didn’t know he had.
Que Sera Sera
Despite a rocky introduction to Jim Bones was welcomed into the three men’s home and given the small spare bedroom to sleep in for the night.
Not that he was getting a lot of sleep thanks to the little one he had to share the bed with.
“Daddy.”
Bones rolled over and tried to ignore the tiny voice.
“Daddy.” The voice came again followed by the covers being tugged away from him.
Finally giving into the inevitable Bones rolled back over and cracked one eye open to look at his daughter.
“Wake-up, Daddy.”
Bones sighed. He should have known this would happen. She had had a long nap yesterday. He sat up and looked out the window to see that sun was barely making a mark on the horizon.
“Joanna, it’s really early.”
“You have to be up early. I played with Selek all day yesterday and you didn’t. So today you play with your friend.”
“Well he won’t be up yet so we have to be quiet now so everybody else can sleep.”
Hoping to find something to help keep him awake Bones walked softly into the kitchen, only to find his counterpart standing at the kitchen counter with a mug in his hand.
“Not asleep!” Joanna announced.
McCoy smiled. “I see no one is,” he said, and went to the fridge. He pulled out a pitcher of juice and poured some into a glass.
“It’s as close to orange juice as we can get here, but it still tastes good,” he said, handing Joanna the glass.
“Joanna, what do you say?”
“Thank you.”
With both hands around the glass she took it over to the table and sat down.
“Now should I ask you what you want or skip right to the fresh coffee I managed to trade for last week?”
“Coffee.”
McCoy chuckled. “I thought so.”
McCoy poured him a full mug and they joined Joanna at the table
“Where are Kirk and Spock?” Bones asked.
“Still in the bedroom, they often meditate together in the morning.”
“Kirk actually sits still long enough for that?” Bones asked incredulously.
McCoy smiled and nodded.
“Surprises me too, but yes he does.”
They had just finished their drinks when Jim and Spock came into the kitchen.
“Good morning.”
“Hey,” Bones said.
“You ready?” Jim asked McCoy.
“Always.”
“We stretch in the mornings before breakfast,” Spock explained. “You are welcome to join us, Doctor, and you as well, Miss McCoy.”
“You can stand in the back with the other green horns,” McCoy said.
Jim pouted. “Hey, I’m not that bad, Bones.”
“Trust me, Jim, you are.”
They all moved into the backyard. Spock stood in front of them and led them through a series of stretches. Bones watched Joanna stretching her body easily as the sun rose higher, while he struggled to reach his fingers to his toes.
Still Bones found that it was oddly refreshing.
“Now what should we have for breakfast?” Jim asked when they were finished and were going back inside.
“Waffles!” Joanna exclaimed. “They hold lots of syrup.”
Jim smiled. “A girl after my own heart.”
“A heart you’re determined to clog up with cholesterol, Jim,” McCoy said, rolling his eyes, but pulled out the ingredients anyway.
When breakfast was ready Bones picked away at his, feeling guilty
“Look I can never thank you three enough for all this, if I could give back in some way I’d love to.”
“Well why didn’t you say so?“ McCoy exclaimed. “These two can watch Joanna and you can come with me to the clinic today. I can start synthesising the drug and you can help out too; So long as that doctorate of yours didn’t come out of a cereal box.”
“I’m fully certified,” Bones growled.
“Just checking.”
“So do you really remember the components of the treatment off by heart?” Bones asked.
McCoy smiled. “Boy, the time I dealt with this disease it involved a hollow asteroid spaceship and a delightful young woman. Trust me I remember.”
Bones thought it would be better if he didn’t ask for details.
“You’re sure you two don’t mind watching her today?” Bones asked Jim and Spock, hating to impose even more on their hospitality.
Jim waved off the question. “Of course not; in fact I just made a Space Invaders game on the computer. Do you want to help me win, Joanna?”
“Yeah!”
With that she jumped up from her chair and ran off into the other room.
Before Jim went after her he and Spock saw Bones and McCoy off to the clinic. Bones watched as they stood there caressing their fingers and squeezing McCoy’s shoulder. They were subtle gestures of affection, probably for his benefit, they had no way of knowing that what they were as a couple was something that could be here in this universe already. It was all so simple and yet it spoke volumes about what they meant to each other.
God why couldn’t he have that?
***
Bones and McCoy walked to the clinic that turned out to be a small building on the edge of a hill looking over, well Bones guess he could call it a city, at least it would be one day.
As they entered the building a tall Vulcan walked by them, he narrowed his eyes at Bones and Bones gulped.
McCoy quickly interceded, speaking in broken Vulcan and the man moved on.
“My office is on the third floor,” McCoy said, and started for the stairs.
“You don’t have a lift here?” Bones asked.
“Lifts are for old people and patients, Boy, now get moving.”
Bones glared as McCoy shoved him up the stairs.
“And what the hell am I? A guinea pig?”
“No, as I just explained to the head Vulcan you’re my son.”
“I’m your what?!”
“Keep your voice down! This is a clinic, not a goddamn space station.”
They got to the third floor and McCoy pushed Bones inside his office.
“Have a seat on the bed.”
Instead of doing that Bones went over to the window. He looked out a view of the other wing of the clinic and the small courtyard that separated them.
“This is all you have?”
McCoy looked up from his notes on his work station.
“Son, this, for all they pretend otherwise is a refugee camp nothing more.”
“But Vulcans are one of the most advanced races in the Federation.”
“Yes, and they achieved that through thousands of years of progress. You can’t just whip that out of thin air in a few months, and with so few resources.”
“Why won’t they take more help then? The Federation would be willing to render all kinds of assistance.”
“They’re Vulcans. They’re a private species where weakness is not to be shown.”
“None of that comes to mind when I think of the word logical.”
“It’s not, they grew out of a warrior culture and those roots haven’t disappeared either.”
Bones finally got on the bed, McCoy looked at him checking his vitals, before holding up the hypospray filled with his home-made concoction.
“We have to do three rounds of treatment initially. After that we’ll check your numbers and see if we need anymore. You’ll have the usual side effects: nausea, aches, dry mouth. The injection site is going to itch and bruise something awful. Any questions?”
Bones shook his head.
When that was done both men started helping out the others.
“You okay?” McCoy asked as they worked their way through several lists of patients.
“Yeah, I can handle it.”
He had dealt with bigger crowds on the Enterprise. Of course he had been healthy then too.
McCoy smirked knowingly. “Warrior pride,” he said.
Bones rolled his eyes. “Fine, help me figure this stupid chart out.”
***
Shore leave was done and the Enterprise was back to patrolling the space around New Vulcan, making sure it was safe. No one wanted to see anything happen to the Vulcan colony. Everything was quiet so far though so Kirk took the time to look over the daily duty roster. As he was about to sign off on it he noticed that M’Benga was assigned to sickbay, but not Bones. Kirk frowned and looked through the roster for the rest of the week and show that Bones was no where to be found. He knew Bones would want to rotate M’Benga onto the schedule, but all week in his first days on the ship?
“Spock, has McCoy mentioned why he removed himself from the duty roster at the department meeting?”
“No, Captain, in fact Doctor McCoy was not present at this week’s meeting. I assumed he had discussed such matters with you.”
Kirk hadn’t really seen Bones since their talk in the briefing room. He knew that Bones might need some time to be comfortable around them again, but if this whole no go on the relationship thing was affecting his work that was unacceptable.
Spock joined Kirk in the turbolift as their shift ended and stood by him as Kirk headed for his quarters and the computer at his desk.
“Computer, location of Doctor McCoy.”
“Doctor McCoy is not onboard on the vessel.”
“What!?”
Spock quickly ran a diagnostic on the computer, checking for any errors; there were none.
“Where the hell is he?! You can’t just disappear off this ship!”
Kirk and Spock went to sickbay demanding an answer, but Chapel turned out to be as tight lipped as Aldebaran shell mouth.
“Nurse, as your commanding officers-“
“By the rules and regulations that you are so happy to rattle off, Commander, I don’t have to tell you anything and I won’t. Now if you don’t stop interrupting our work I will have you removed rank or no rank, is that clear?”
Kirk stormed out of sickbay and Spock shifted his gaze over to Kirk as the door to sickbay slid shut.
“You often ignore regulations, Jim.”
“You know me so well, Spock.”
They returned to Kirk’s quarters and with a few well-placed hacking maneuvers Kirk and Spock learned that Bones had left on medical leave, that he had gone to New Vulcan, and that he was terminal.
“Why would he go there if he has Xenopolycythemia? The Vulcans don’t have a cure, no one in the Federation does.”
“He may have sought my counterpart. He comes from the future and perhaps there exists a cure in his time.”
Kirk frowned and sat back in his chair. “We’re his friends, Spock, why didn’t he tell us?”
Spock thought back to their conversation in the briefing room. Humans put value on emotional pain and both he and Kirk had ignored Doctor McCoy’s in favour of their own issues.
“Did we give him good reason to think he should?”
Kirk narrowed his eyes and then slammed his fist down on his desk.
“We’re bringing him home.”
Chapter 14
Pairings: Kirk Prime/McCoy Prime/Spock Prime, Kirk/Spock/McCoy, Scotty/Uhura
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: minor character death
Summary: Spock Prime went to save Romulus from a supernova and failed, leaving him in a universe that is similar and still so different from his own. Meanwhile in another part of the galaxy Kirk Prime was freed from the Nexus by Captain Picard and survived. Not believing that Spock Prime is dead Kirk Prime goes in search of him, and travels to the universe created when Nero went through the black hole. In that universe Kirk and Spock are starting on their five year mission, determined to write their own destinies after their encounters with Spock Prime. Unlike them McCoy doesn’t trust destiny as far as he can throw it, and he has his own problems to deal with, like getting custody of the three year old daughter he didn’t know he had.
Que Sera Sera
Despite a rocky introduction to Jim Bones was welcomed into the three men’s home and given the small spare bedroom to sleep in for the night.
Not that he was getting a lot of sleep thanks to the little one he had to share the bed with.
“Daddy.”
Bones rolled over and tried to ignore the tiny voice.
“Daddy.” The voice came again followed by the covers being tugged away from him.
Finally giving into the inevitable Bones rolled back over and cracked one eye open to look at his daughter.
“Wake-up, Daddy.”
Bones sighed. He should have known this would happen. She had had a long nap yesterday. He sat up and looked out the window to see that sun was barely making a mark on the horizon.
“Joanna, it’s really early.”
“You have to be up early. I played with Selek all day yesterday and you didn’t. So today you play with your friend.”
“Well he won’t be up yet so we have to be quiet now so everybody else can sleep.”
Hoping to find something to help keep him awake Bones walked softly into the kitchen, only to find his counterpart standing at the kitchen counter with a mug in his hand.
“Not asleep!” Joanna announced.
McCoy smiled. “I see no one is,” he said, and went to the fridge. He pulled out a pitcher of juice and poured some into a glass.
“It’s as close to orange juice as we can get here, but it still tastes good,” he said, handing Joanna the glass.
“Joanna, what do you say?”
“Thank you.”
With both hands around the glass she took it over to the table and sat down.
“Now should I ask you what you want or skip right to the fresh coffee I managed to trade for last week?”
“Coffee.”
McCoy chuckled. “I thought so.”
McCoy poured him a full mug and they joined Joanna at the table
“Where are Kirk and Spock?” Bones asked.
“Still in the bedroom, they often meditate together in the morning.”
“Kirk actually sits still long enough for that?” Bones asked incredulously.
McCoy smiled and nodded.
“Surprises me too, but yes he does.”
They had just finished their drinks when Jim and Spock came into the kitchen.
“Good morning.”
“Hey,” Bones said.
“You ready?” Jim asked McCoy.
“Always.”
“We stretch in the mornings before breakfast,” Spock explained. “You are welcome to join us, Doctor, and you as well, Miss McCoy.”
“You can stand in the back with the other green horns,” McCoy said.
Jim pouted. “Hey, I’m not that bad, Bones.”
“Trust me, Jim, you are.”
They all moved into the backyard. Spock stood in front of them and led them through a series of stretches. Bones watched Joanna stretching her body easily as the sun rose higher, while he struggled to reach his fingers to his toes.
Still Bones found that it was oddly refreshing.
“Now what should we have for breakfast?” Jim asked when they were finished and were going back inside.
“Waffles!” Joanna exclaimed. “They hold lots of syrup.”
Jim smiled. “A girl after my own heart.”
“A heart you’re determined to clog up with cholesterol, Jim,” McCoy said, rolling his eyes, but pulled out the ingredients anyway.
When breakfast was ready Bones picked away at his, feeling guilty
“Look I can never thank you three enough for all this, if I could give back in some way I’d love to.”
“Well why didn’t you say so?“ McCoy exclaimed. “These two can watch Joanna and you can come with me to the clinic today. I can start synthesising the drug and you can help out too; So long as that doctorate of yours didn’t come out of a cereal box.”
“I’m fully certified,” Bones growled.
“Just checking.”
“So do you really remember the components of the treatment off by heart?” Bones asked.
McCoy smiled. “Boy, the time I dealt with this disease it involved a hollow asteroid spaceship and a delightful young woman. Trust me I remember.”
Bones thought it would be better if he didn’t ask for details.
“You’re sure you two don’t mind watching her today?” Bones asked Jim and Spock, hating to impose even more on their hospitality.
Jim waved off the question. “Of course not; in fact I just made a Space Invaders game on the computer. Do you want to help me win, Joanna?”
“Yeah!”
With that she jumped up from her chair and ran off into the other room.
Before Jim went after her he and Spock saw Bones and McCoy off to the clinic. Bones watched as they stood there caressing their fingers and squeezing McCoy’s shoulder. They were subtle gestures of affection, probably for his benefit, they had no way of knowing that what they were as a couple was something that could be here in this universe already. It was all so simple and yet it spoke volumes about what they meant to each other.
God why couldn’t he have that?
***
Bones and McCoy walked to the clinic that turned out to be a small building on the edge of a hill looking over, well Bones guess he could call it a city, at least it would be one day.
As they entered the building a tall Vulcan walked by them, he narrowed his eyes at Bones and Bones gulped.
McCoy quickly interceded, speaking in broken Vulcan and the man moved on.
“My office is on the third floor,” McCoy said, and started for the stairs.
“You don’t have a lift here?” Bones asked.
“Lifts are for old people and patients, Boy, now get moving.”
Bones glared as McCoy shoved him up the stairs.
“And what the hell am I? A guinea pig?”
“No, as I just explained to the head Vulcan you’re my son.”
“I’m your what?!”
“Keep your voice down! This is a clinic, not a goddamn space station.”
They got to the third floor and McCoy pushed Bones inside his office.
“Have a seat on the bed.”
Instead of doing that Bones went over to the window. He looked out a view of the other wing of the clinic and the small courtyard that separated them.
“This is all you have?”
McCoy looked up from his notes on his work station.
“Son, this, for all they pretend otherwise is a refugee camp nothing more.”
“But Vulcans are one of the most advanced races in the Federation.”
“Yes, and they achieved that through thousands of years of progress. You can’t just whip that out of thin air in a few months, and with so few resources.”
“Why won’t they take more help then? The Federation would be willing to render all kinds of assistance.”
“They’re Vulcans. They’re a private species where weakness is not to be shown.”
“None of that comes to mind when I think of the word logical.”
“It’s not, they grew out of a warrior culture and those roots haven’t disappeared either.”
Bones finally got on the bed, McCoy looked at him checking his vitals, before holding up the hypospray filled with his home-made concoction.
“We have to do three rounds of treatment initially. After that we’ll check your numbers and see if we need anymore. You’ll have the usual side effects: nausea, aches, dry mouth. The injection site is going to itch and bruise something awful. Any questions?”
Bones shook his head.
When that was done both men started helping out the others.
“You okay?” McCoy asked as they worked their way through several lists of patients.
“Yeah, I can handle it.”
He had dealt with bigger crowds on the Enterprise. Of course he had been healthy then too.
McCoy smirked knowingly. “Warrior pride,” he said.
Bones rolled his eyes. “Fine, help me figure this stupid chart out.”
***
Shore leave was done and the Enterprise was back to patrolling the space around New Vulcan, making sure it was safe. No one wanted to see anything happen to the Vulcan colony. Everything was quiet so far though so Kirk took the time to look over the daily duty roster. As he was about to sign off on it he noticed that M’Benga was assigned to sickbay, but not Bones. Kirk frowned and looked through the roster for the rest of the week and show that Bones was no where to be found. He knew Bones would want to rotate M’Benga onto the schedule, but all week in his first days on the ship?
“Spock, has McCoy mentioned why he removed himself from the duty roster at the department meeting?”
“No, Captain, in fact Doctor McCoy was not present at this week’s meeting. I assumed he had discussed such matters with you.”
Kirk hadn’t really seen Bones since their talk in the briefing room. He knew that Bones might need some time to be comfortable around them again, but if this whole no go on the relationship thing was affecting his work that was unacceptable.
Spock joined Kirk in the turbolift as their shift ended and stood by him as Kirk headed for his quarters and the computer at his desk.
“Computer, location of Doctor McCoy.”
“Doctor McCoy is not onboard on the vessel.”
“What!?”
Spock quickly ran a diagnostic on the computer, checking for any errors; there were none.
“Where the hell is he?! You can’t just disappear off this ship!”
Kirk and Spock went to sickbay demanding an answer, but Chapel turned out to be as tight lipped as Aldebaran shell mouth.
“Nurse, as your commanding officers-“
“By the rules and regulations that you are so happy to rattle off, Commander, I don’t have to tell you anything and I won’t. Now if you don’t stop interrupting our work I will have you removed rank or no rank, is that clear?”
Kirk stormed out of sickbay and Spock shifted his gaze over to Kirk as the door to sickbay slid shut.
“You often ignore regulations, Jim.”
“You know me so well, Spock.”
They returned to Kirk’s quarters and with a few well-placed hacking maneuvers Kirk and Spock learned that Bones had left on medical leave, that he had gone to New Vulcan, and that he was terminal.
“Why would he go there if he has Xenopolycythemia? The Vulcans don’t have a cure, no one in the Federation does.”
“He may have sought my counterpart. He comes from the future and perhaps there exists a cure in his time.”
Kirk frowned and sat back in his chair. “We’re his friends, Spock, why didn’t he tell us?”
Spock thought back to their conversation in the briefing room. Humans put value on emotional pain and both he and Kirk had ignored Doctor McCoy’s in favour of their own issues.
“Did we give him good reason to think he should?”
Kirk narrowed his eyes and then slammed his fist down on his desk.
“We’re bringing him home.”
Chapter 14