Fic: Skin and Bones
Title: Skin and Bones
Author: miss_m_cricket
Fandom: Star Trek Reboot!
Rating: R
Pairing: Bones McCoy/James T. Kirk
Disclaimer: Don't own anything at all...
Warnings: Character Death
Summary: This, this remnant, this isnt you. Its just skin, flesh and bones....
Skin and Bones
I stand there staring at the doctor.
My whole body has shut down, I cant feel anything in my limbs. There is a roaring in my ears and I can feel something, black and horrible rushing through my veins.
You can’t be dead.
It’s not true, they’re joking.
In a second you will come out of your office door grumbling 'Dammit Jim!' and lecturing me on the silliness of thinking you will ever leave me.
Any second now.
But you don’t and they are leading me forward, I’ve asked to see you, but I don’t remember saying the words.
I enter the room and there you are.
But it isnt you any more.
It’s your face, familiar as my own. The thick dark hair and strong features that I love so much. Your dark lashes, your olive skin, your mouth which was always quick to smile or frown.
Its your body, just as familiar to me as my own. Long slender limbs, soft skin and muscles that moved you with such effortless grace.
But it isnt your face. The expression on it now is much too bland, all the muscles are relaxed and your mouth curves slightly down in the corners. You don’t even look like your sleeping, when you slept you smiled.
It isnt your body. Its much too still and the horrific wounds that the shuttle crash caused make your body unknown to me. Your hand lies open and I reach out to touch it. The body is cold, where you were always warm.
This, this remnant, this isnt you. Its just skin, flesh and bones.
Your soul, that which made you you, my best friend and the man I loved, is gone.
Author: miss_m_cricket
Fandom: Star Trek Reboot!
Rating: R
Pairing: Bones McCoy/James T. Kirk
Disclaimer: Don't own anything at all...
Warnings: Character Death
Summary: This, this remnant, this isnt you. Its just skin, flesh and bones....
Skin and Bones
I stand there staring at the doctor.
My whole body has shut down, I cant feel anything in my limbs. There is a roaring in my ears and I can feel something, black and horrible rushing through my veins.
You can’t be dead.
It’s not true, they’re joking.
In a second you will come out of your office door grumbling 'Dammit Jim!' and lecturing me on the silliness of thinking you will ever leave me.
Any second now.
But you don’t and they are leading me forward, I’ve asked to see you, but I don’t remember saying the words.
I enter the room and there you are.
But it isnt you any more.
It’s your face, familiar as my own. The thick dark hair and strong features that I love so much. Your dark lashes, your olive skin, your mouth which was always quick to smile or frown.
Its your body, just as familiar to me as my own. Long slender limbs, soft skin and muscles that moved you with such effortless grace.
But it isnt your face. The expression on it now is much too bland, all the muscles are relaxed and your mouth curves slightly down in the corners. You don’t even look like your sleeping, when you slept you smiled.
It isnt your body. Its much too still and the horrific wounds that the shuttle crash caused make your body unknown to me. Your hand lies open and I reach out to touch it. The body is cold, where you were always warm.
This, this remnant, this isnt you. Its just skin, flesh and bones.
Your soul, that which made you you, my best friend and the man I loved, is gone.