FIc: Not Yet, But Soon
Title: Not Yet, But Soon
Author: miss_m_cricket
Fandom: Star Trek Reboot/Doom/
Rating: Teen
Pairings: Reaper!Bones/Jim Kirk, Samantha!Christine/Spock
Warning: Hints of Abuse. Nothing too graphic but...still.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything at all...
Summary: It started slowly, so slowly that Leonard might have missed it if he hadn’t been so acutely attuned to Jim’s particular scents...
A/N: Based off a prompt for the st_xi_kink_meme, Basically Kirk is being abused and McCoy finds out and fixes it.
Not Yet, But Soon
“I don’t get what it is about this guy.” Leonard McCoy grumbled to Christine Chapel as they sat in the Enterprise mess hall, watching Jim Kirk smiling at Gary Mitchell, “Something about him just makes me want to...” and he settled for a low growl, the only way to express the aggression he felt for the Navigation Lieutenant.
Samantha, or her most recent incarnation as Christine, was the only person he had trusted with the secret infatuation he had with the Captain of the Enterprise. Personally Christine thought that other people had an idea too, but they wouldn’t know the deep all consuming passion that her brother was capable of. She was, and it pleased her to see him happy around Jim.
Although he was less so at the moment, thanks to Mitchell.
Christine looked at him, her eyebrow arching as she considered the man sitting across from her. “He brings out a Reaper Reaction? I thought you just didn’t like him, or you were jealous.”
Back when they had both been struggling with the new sensations and reactions of the C-24, Samantha had started calling things that set off their primitive, superhuman sides ‘Reaper Reactions’ and the name had stuck, becoming a code between the pair of them.
“So did I.” Leonard’s eyes didn’t leave Jim and his ‘boyfriend’, “But I got close to him the other day, Jim brought him down to see me. And...”
“You got a good whiff.” Christine finished, dark blue eyes looking over at Mitchell considering, “He’s not a good egg then?”
“Far from it. Of course I can’t say anything.”
“Of course not,” Christine sighed, pushing a strand of fair hair out of her eyes, “That would make you appear an irrational and jealous best friend.”
“I’m gonna watch him though, like a hawk. He does anything to hurt Jim and he won’t know what hit him.”
The woman who had been with him for his whole life, reached out and patted his hand, dark eyes soft as she looked at him. “One day you’re gonna have to tell Jim you love him John.”
“Not yet Sam.” He sighed, taking her hand in his, “Not yet.”
Sam just smiled and looked across the room at Jim Kirk, who was looking their way, blue eyes fixed on their joined hands.
“Not yet,” she agreed, “But soon.”
~*~
He couldn’t help it, he was suspicious.
A part of him, the doctor part of him, protested the feeling. It was jealousy, and understandably so, his doctor side said. He resented losing Jim to someone else. He didn’t want to lose his best friend and so he attached all the negative feelings to the man that Jim was seeing. Never mind that he had had a long time crush on Jim, it just made the jealousy theory more likely.
But the other side of him, the soldier side, disagreed.
The soldier in him, honed by Olduvai and enhanced by the C-24, smelled something fishy about the whole thing. Especially this guy that Jim attached himself to. Something about Gary Mitchell made his skin crawl, made him tense and increased his irrational and natural protective and possessive instincts about Jim.
But Jim seemed happy. And while Jim was happy he would hang back and watch over him.
But the instant he was hurt, or unhappy.
Well then he would just have to tear Mitchell apart.
~*~
It started slowly, so slowly that Leonard might have missed it if he hadn’t been so acutely attuned to Jim’s particular scents.
The faintest tendril of pain in his scent, as he sat down on the Bridge. A small spike of fear as Mitchell walked by.
They weren’t normal and Leonard watched it happening with growing concern as over the days and weeks the scents grew stronger almost overwhelming his normal beautiful smell. All he wanted was to throw Mitchell out an airlock, send him off into the crushing, silent, dangerous oblivion of space. But Jim...
Jim was insisting everything was fine.
~*~
“He’s killing me!” Leonard ranted to Christine, pacing her small quarters with furious speed, “He is suffering right before my eyes, right under my nose and yet he won’t admit he is!”
“What /does/ he say?” His sister was serene, sitting on her bed, hair loose and dressed in her nightgown and dressing robe.
“He blames it on rough sex.” And he gave a low growl at that explanation, “Rough sex!”
“How do you know it isn’t?”
“Sam!” he glared at her, pausing in his pacing, “I have been his friend for four years, and he has had rough sex before. I know what that smells like. He always has this glow of self satisfaction after it, smugness. He has a certain smell. This is different. This is /fear/, this is /pain/! And it’s killing me...”
“Then do something about it!”
“And how do I explain that Sam? ‘Hey Jim, I can smell that your boyfriend is abusing you, wanna talk about it?’”
“Your glibness does you no credit.” Samantha said sternly, standing up and moving over to him, “This is Jim, John...Jim...”
He sighed softly, “I know...I just don’t want to cause him more trouble. But I hate to see him hurt.”
Christine smacked his arm gently, “You have to talk to him.”
“Not yet,” he saw her open her mouth to protest and shook his head, “Not yet. But soon.”
~*~
“Dammit Jim!” Bones hands tightened on the edge of his desk, dark eyes fixed on his best friend’s face, “What the hell happened?”
“Just an accident Bones.” Jim gave him a cocky grin, but the effect was ruined by the black eye and bruised lip, “I don’t need a lecture Bones, seriously, can you just fix it please and let me get to my shift before Spock comes hunting for me?”
“Too late Captain.” An even voice came from the doorway to McCoy’s office, the Vulcan First Officer walking in, eyebrow quirked, “When you did not arrive on the Bridge at the assigned time I inferred you were likely to be here.”
“Damn...” Jim muttered, looking between the two men, the impassive Vulcan and the determined Doctor, “It’s nothing.”
“Jim, it’s not nothing. It hasn’t ever been nothing. It’s something. A bad something.” McCoy leaned forward, dark eyes fixed on Jim’s face.
“I must concur with the Doctor, Captain.” Spock’s voice was even, “You are a human who seems to attract varying levels of trouble and physical injury at every possible occasion. But even you should not find so many circumstances to injure yourself on this ship. Therefore logically something must be amiss.”
“I...” Jim hesitated for a moment before his face closed off and Bones’ heart sank, “You know what it’s none of your business!”
“Jim...” McCoy stepped forward, clasping Jim’s shoulder, “We’re your friends, and we just care about you.”
Long moments passed as they stood there in a motionless, silent tableau before Jim shrugged off his hand. “I don’t need you. Or you,” and he looked around at Spock, “Trying to manipulate me. I’ll see you around Commander, Doctor.”
And he left, leaving Spock and Bones looking at each other, both ill at ease.
~*~
Somehow it all snowballed from there and Leonard found himself hosting a subversive ‘anti-Mitchell’ meeting in his CMO’s quarters.
Christine was there, looking rather more amused than solemn, Spock too, along with the additions of Nyota, Sulu, Scotty, Janice, Riley, Gaila and Chekov. When everyone was there and seated on various objects around the room, they all looked at Leonard expectantly.
Christine just smirked.
“Um....” Leonard wavered under the expectant gazes, “Well we’re all here because we think something is up with the Captain, because of Mitchell.” Heads nodded around the room, “Um, Spock? Do you wanna tell everyone what we have so far?”
And he sat down, pleased to have the attention off him and onto that pesky Vulcan, who had begun to outline evidence and observations made.
Throughout the meeting, everyone contributed evidence, throwing in their observations of the reactions of Jim to Mitchell, the bruising, the flinching. Combined together it was a damning whole. But Leonard’s attention flicked to Christine, who wasn’t listening but was staring at something across the room with marked attention.
Chekov, who hadn’t said a word, who was looking at his feet and even squirming slightly.
Leonard raised an eyebrow slightly and moved over to sit beside the boy, letting the discussion continue around him as he too focused his attention on Chekov.
“You’ve been awfully quiet.”
“I hawen’t got anyzhing to say.” Pavel said quietly, fingers lacing and unlacing together anxiously, “Really.”
“Sounds like yer’ tryin’ to convince yourself of that rather’n me.”
Green gold eyes flickered up to his face, unsure of the intent behind Leonard’s words, but seeing that Leonard wasn’t mocking, was just curious and concerned he relaxed.
“I saw...” The boy’s face flushed, “I saw zhem togezher.”
“Mitchell and Jim?” Leonard said, a spark of something burning inside of him. Pavel hadn’t just seen the aftermath of beatings it seemed; he had actually seen the deed.
“Yes,” The boy looked around the room which had fallen quiet, everyone watching them. He hesitated but looked at McCoy who nodded encouragingly, “I saw Mitchell pin zhe Keptin to zhe vall vith a hand around his throat. I saw zhe Keptin struggling, and zhen him hitting him. I almost ran out to stop him, but I heard him say, ‘You like this don’t you’ and I vas not sure. Zhe Keptin didn’t seem to enjoy it, but maybe it vas a game?”
He looked to McCoy for reassurance and the older man patted the slender shoulder gently.
“It was no game Chekov, but thank you for telling us.”
He stood and saw Christine’s eyes sharpen as she looked at him, “Let’s go.” He growled, heading for the door, “There’s been enough talking, enough worrying. Let’s end this now.”
“Doctor this is most illogical...” Spock began but Christine, who had moved over to join Leonard snorted softly.
“Is it though Mister Spock? We know the Captain is being abused, he knows it even if he won’t admit it to himself. The longer we leave it the more damage is done. It is logical to limit that damage, to preserve the Captain. He’d do the same for any of us.”
As Leonard left the room, leading all of them off towards the Bridge, he saw Spock give Christine a look that made him smile.
Even Vulcans couldn’t resist his sister.
~*~
The ride up in the turbolift was a little tight, although it amused Leonard to find that Spock stayed close to Christine.
As the doors opened and they all flooded out onto the Bridge, Leonard saw Jim turn and blink with surprise, he saw Mitchell at the Navigating station and he took a step forward, only to be restrained by two hands on his arms.
Christine and Spock. They knew him too well, dammit.
“Bones? Spock? What’s all this?” Jim had stood and moved across the floor, eyeing them bemusedly, “It isn’t shift change, and Scotty you don’t work up here. Neither do you Gaila.”
“Jim.” Leonard sighed, suddenly realising he didn’t know what to say, “Jim...take off your shirt.”
There was silence.
Then Christine giggled and Jim waggled his eyebrows at Leonard, “Now Bones if you just wanted to see my sexy body all you had to do was ask.”
“Dammit Jim take off the damn shirt.”
Jim laughed and shook his head, clearly confused. “What the hell is going on Bones?”
“We have reason and evidence to believe that you are in an abusive relationship with your partner Captain.” Spock said, bringing silence down again.
Jim’s face slowly paled and Mitchell stood violently, causing Leonard to tense.
“You little whore, I told you not to tell anyone!”
And his fist crashed into Jim’s jaw, sending him sprawling, head cracking on the floor.
Once again there was silence before a low snarl filled the room.
Leonard moved forward, Christine and Spock letting him go helplessly as he prowled towards Mitchell who was standing over /his/ Jim.
He saw the knife at Mitchell’s waist, he just ignored it. This man had just hurt Jim. Had possibly killed him
And he lost it.
Later Christine described it as beautiful and yet terrifying at the same time.
He had launched himself at Mitchell and had laid into him with a whirlwind of ferocity. Blood had gone everywhere, mostly his own apparently as Mitchell used the knife. But no one had been able to separate the snarling fury of Reaper from his kill, until a groggy Jim touched his neck.
Instantly he had been soothed, recognising the touch and the scent, and Mitchell had struck, sending the knife plunging into his chest.
Dimly Leonard heard Spock ordering security to remove Mitchell, but all he could see was the ceiling as he crumpled and then Jim. Jim who was bleeding, and swaying, but Jim who was leaning over him, pale and frightened.
“Bones. Oh god Bones. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
“Jim...” He murmured with a smile before he lost consciousness.
~*~
“You’re an idiot.” Christine informed Leonard one evening as he brooded in his cabin a few months later. “You are,” she continued, ignoring his scowl, “You’re an idiot.”
“Thank you Christine, your help is appreciated, as always.”
“You charge in, protect your territory and then...you hide away and avoid him. For god’s sake John, he found out you were bloody immortal! He was shocked! He needed time, and you gave it to him and then when he tried to talk you brushed him off.”
“I didn’t want to...”
“You’re an idiot.”
“...I hate you.” He rolled over, burying his face in his pillow, “Dammit...”
“Fortunately,” His annoying-and-soon-to-be-very-dead-if-she-didnt-leave-him-alone-soon-sister, continued, “I love you, and so I do what I can to save you from yourself.”
And the door opened to reveal Jim.
Christine quietly left the room as the two men stared at one another, neither one sure of what to say.
Finally it was Jim who spoke, “I’m sorry Bones. For Mitchell. I....I believed what he said, that I deserved it. I hate that you saw me like that, I hate that I was weak enough to let it happen.”
“Jim...”
But Jim shook his head, “You know what though? I know better now. I know that I picked him because he had dark, shaggy hair and dark eyes. Because he was tall and broad shouldered. I picked him because in appearance he reminded me of you. Fuck Bones, all I wanted was you, but you...you were so...and I thought you and Christine, and he was there and...”
Immortal speed was useful, especially when it meant he could kiss Jim all the sooner.
Their lips met and parted, welcoming each other in, but it wasn’t a kiss of passion and desire. It was a kiss of ‘finally, it’s you and me’. And when they lay down on the bed together, it wasn’t to shag like rabbits or roll about like sex obsessed teenagers.
Leonard just curled around his Jim. And Jim held on tight to his Leonard.
And both of them fell asleep.
~*~
Outside the door Christine was paused, listening. She heard the kiss, and she heard them curl up together, and it made her smile, but the real bonus was the tendril of scent that wafted out past her nose. It was pure love and contentment on her brother’s scent and it made her smile.
Turning away she met a pair of dark eyes and an eyebrow cocked, observing her. Grinning she moved away down the corridor, walking towards her rooms and knowing that the Vulcan followed.
Spock watched her go, before trailing after her. An immortal woman, beautiful, intelligent....
“Fascinating...” he murmured, before she pulled him into her room.
Author: miss_m_cricket
Fandom: Star Trek Reboot/Doom/
Rating: Teen
Pairings: Reaper!Bones/Jim Kirk, Samantha!Christine/Spock
Warning: Hints of Abuse. Nothing too graphic but...still.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything at all...
Summary: It started slowly, so slowly that Leonard might have missed it if he hadn’t been so acutely attuned to Jim’s particular scents...
A/N: Based off a prompt for the st_xi_kink_meme, Basically Kirk is being abused and McCoy finds out and fixes it.
Not Yet, But Soon
“I don’t get what it is about this guy.” Leonard McCoy grumbled to Christine Chapel as they sat in the Enterprise mess hall, watching Jim Kirk smiling at Gary Mitchell, “Something about him just makes me want to...” and he settled for a low growl, the only way to express the aggression he felt for the Navigation Lieutenant.
Samantha, or her most recent incarnation as Christine, was the only person he had trusted with the secret infatuation he had with the Captain of the Enterprise. Personally Christine thought that other people had an idea too, but they wouldn’t know the deep all consuming passion that her brother was capable of. She was, and it pleased her to see him happy around Jim.
Although he was less so at the moment, thanks to Mitchell.
Christine looked at him, her eyebrow arching as she considered the man sitting across from her. “He brings out a Reaper Reaction? I thought you just didn’t like him, or you were jealous.”
Back when they had both been struggling with the new sensations and reactions of the C-24, Samantha had started calling things that set off their primitive, superhuman sides ‘Reaper Reactions’ and the name had stuck, becoming a code between the pair of them.
“So did I.” Leonard’s eyes didn’t leave Jim and his ‘boyfriend’, “But I got close to him the other day, Jim brought him down to see me. And...”
“You got a good whiff.” Christine finished, dark blue eyes looking over at Mitchell considering, “He’s not a good egg then?”
“Far from it. Of course I can’t say anything.”
“Of course not,” Christine sighed, pushing a strand of fair hair out of her eyes, “That would make you appear an irrational and jealous best friend.”
“I’m gonna watch him though, like a hawk. He does anything to hurt Jim and he won’t know what hit him.”
The woman who had been with him for his whole life, reached out and patted his hand, dark eyes soft as she looked at him. “One day you’re gonna have to tell Jim you love him John.”
“Not yet Sam.” He sighed, taking her hand in his, “Not yet.”
Sam just smiled and looked across the room at Jim Kirk, who was looking their way, blue eyes fixed on their joined hands.
“Not yet,” she agreed, “But soon.”
~*~
He couldn’t help it, he was suspicious.
A part of him, the doctor part of him, protested the feeling. It was jealousy, and understandably so, his doctor side said. He resented losing Jim to someone else. He didn’t want to lose his best friend and so he attached all the negative feelings to the man that Jim was seeing. Never mind that he had had a long time crush on Jim, it just made the jealousy theory more likely.
But the other side of him, the soldier side, disagreed.
The soldier in him, honed by Olduvai and enhanced by the C-24, smelled something fishy about the whole thing. Especially this guy that Jim attached himself to. Something about Gary Mitchell made his skin crawl, made him tense and increased his irrational and natural protective and possessive instincts about Jim.
But Jim seemed happy. And while Jim was happy he would hang back and watch over him.
But the instant he was hurt, or unhappy.
Well then he would just have to tear Mitchell apart.
~*~
It started slowly, so slowly that Leonard might have missed it if he hadn’t been so acutely attuned to Jim’s particular scents.
The faintest tendril of pain in his scent, as he sat down on the Bridge. A small spike of fear as Mitchell walked by.
They weren’t normal and Leonard watched it happening with growing concern as over the days and weeks the scents grew stronger almost overwhelming his normal beautiful smell. All he wanted was to throw Mitchell out an airlock, send him off into the crushing, silent, dangerous oblivion of space. But Jim...
Jim was insisting everything was fine.
~*~
“He’s killing me!” Leonard ranted to Christine, pacing her small quarters with furious speed, “He is suffering right before my eyes, right under my nose and yet he won’t admit he is!”
“What /does/ he say?” His sister was serene, sitting on her bed, hair loose and dressed in her nightgown and dressing robe.
“He blames it on rough sex.” And he gave a low growl at that explanation, “Rough sex!”
“How do you know it isn’t?”
“Sam!” he glared at her, pausing in his pacing, “I have been his friend for four years, and he has had rough sex before. I know what that smells like. He always has this glow of self satisfaction after it, smugness. He has a certain smell. This is different. This is /fear/, this is /pain/! And it’s killing me...”
“Then do something about it!”
“And how do I explain that Sam? ‘Hey Jim, I can smell that your boyfriend is abusing you, wanna talk about it?’”
“Your glibness does you no credit.” Samantha said sternly, standing up and moving over to him, “This is Jim, John...Jim...”
He sighed softly, “I know...I just don’t want to cause him more trouble. But I hate to see him hurt.”
Christine smacked his arm gently, “You have to talk to him.”
“Not yet,” he saw her open her mouth to protest and shook his head, “Not yet. But soon.”
~*~
“Dammit Jim!” Bones hands tightened on the edge of his desk, dark eyes fixed on his best friend’s face, “What the hell happened?”
“Just an accident Bones.” Jim gave him a cocky grin, but the effect was ruined by the black eye and bruised lip, “I don’t need a lecture Bones, seriously, can you just fix it please and let me get to my shift before Spock comes hunting for me?”
“Too late Captain.” An even voice came from the doorway to McCoy’s office, the Vulcan First Officer walking in, eyebrow quirked, “When you did not arrive on the Bridge at the assigned time I inferred you were likely to be here.”
“Damn...” Jim muttered, looking between the two men, the impassive Vulcan and the determined Doctor, “It’s nothing.”
“Jim, it’s not nothing. It hasn’t ever been nothing. It’s something. A bad something.” McCoy leaned forward, dark eyes fixed on Jim’s face.
“I must concur with the Doctor, Captain.” Spock’s voice was even, “You are a human who seems to attract varying levels of trouble and physical injury at every possible occasion. But even you should not find so many circumstances to injure yourself on this ship. Therefore logically something must be amiss.”
“I...” Jim hesitated for a moment before his face closed off and Bones’ heart sank, “You know what it’s none of your business!”
“Jim...” McCoy stepped forward, clasping Jim’s shoulder, “We’re your friends, and we just care about you.”
Long moments passed as they stood there in a motionless, silent tableau before Jim shrugged off his hand. “I don’t need you. Or you,” and he looked around at Spock, “Trying to manipulate me. I’ll see you around Commander, Doctor.”
And he left, leaving Spock and Bones looking at each other, both ill at ease.
~*~
Somehow it all snowballed from there and Leonard found himself hosting a subversive ‘anti-Mitchell’ meeting in his CMO’s quarters.
Christine was there, looking rather more amused than solemn, Spock too, along with the additions of Nyota, Sulu, Scotty, Janice, Riley, Gaila and Chekov. When everyone was there and seated on various objects around the room, they all looked at Leonard expectantly.
Christine just smirked.
“Um....” Leonard wavered under the expectant gazes, “Well we’re all here because we think something is up with the Captain, because of Mitchell.” Heads nodded around the room, “Um, Spock? Do you wanna tell everyone what we have so far?”
And he sat down, pleased to have the attention off him and onto that pesky Vulcan, who had begun to outline evidence and observations made.
Throughout the meeting, everyone contributed evidence, throwing in their observations of the reactions of Jim to Mitchell, the bruising, the flinching. Combined together it was a damning whole. But Leonard’s attention flicked to Christine, who wasn’t listening but was staring at something across the room with marked attention.
Chekov, who hadn’t said a word, who was looking at his feet and even squirming slightly.
Leonard raised an eyebrow slightly and moved over to sit beside the boy, letting the discussion continue around him as he too focused his attention on Chekov.
“You’ve been awfully quiet.”
“I hawen’t got anyzhing to say.” Pavel said quietly, fingers lacing and unlacing together anxiously, “Really.”
“Sounds like yer’ tryin’ to convince yourself of that rather’n me.”
Green gold eyes flickered up to his face, unsure of the intent behind Leonard’s words, but seeing that Leonard wasn’t mocking, was just curious and concerned he relaxed.
“I saw...” The boy’s face flushed, “I saw zhem togezher.”
“Mitchell and Jim?” Leonard said, a spark of something burning inside of him. Pavel hadn’t just seen the aftermath of beatings it seemed; he had actually seen the deed.
“Yes,” The boy looked around the room which had fallen quiet, everyone watching them. He hesitated but looked at McCoy who nodded encouragingly, “I saw Mitchell pin zhe Keptin to zhe vall vith a hand around his throat. I saw zhe Keptin struggling, and zhen him hitting him. I almost ran out to stop him, but I heard him say, ‘You like this don’t you’ and I vas not sure. Zhe Keptin didn’t seem to enjoy it, but maybe it vas a game?”
He looked to McCoy for reassurance and the older man patted the slender shoulder gently.
“It was no game Chekov, but thank you for telling us.”
He stood and saw Christine’s eyes sharpen as she looked at him, “Let’s go.” He growled, heading for the door, “There’s been enough talking, enough worrying. Let’s end this now.”
“Doctor this is most illogical...” Spock began but Christine, who had moved over to join Leonard snorted softly.
“Is it though Mister Spock? We know the Captain is being abused, he knows it even if he won’t admit it to himself. The longer we leave it the more damage is done. It is logical to limit that damage, to preserve the Captain. He’d do the same for any of us.”
As Leonard left the room, leading all of them off towards the Bridge, he saw Spock give Christine a look that made him smile.
Even Vulcans couldn’t resist his sister.
~*~
The ride up in the turbolift was a little tight, although it amused Leonard to find that Spock stayed close to Christine.
As the doors opened and they all flooded out onto the Bridge, Leonard saw Jim turn and blink with surprise, he saw Mitchell at the Navigating station and he took a step forward, only to be restrained by two hands on his arms.
Christine and Spock. They knew him too well, dammit.
“Bones? Spock? What’s all this?” Jim had stood and moved across the floor, eyeing them bemusedly, “It isn’t shift change, and Scotty you don’t work up here. Neither do you Gaila.”
“Jim.” Leonard sighed, suddenly realising he didn’t know what to say, “Jim...take off your shirt.”
There was silence.
Then Christine giggled and Jim waggled his eyebrows at Leonard, “Now Bones if you just wanted to see my sexy body all you had to do was ask.”
“Dammit Jim take off the damn shirt.”
Jim laughed and shook his head, clearly confused. “What the hell is going on Bones?”
“We have reason and evidence to believe that you are in an abusive relationship with your partner Captain.” Spock said, bringing silence down again.
Jim’s face slowly paled and Mitchell stood violently, causing Leonard to tense.
“You little whore, I told you not to tell anyone!”
And his fist crashed into Jim’s jaw, sending him sprawling, head cracking on the floor.
Once again there was silence before a low snarl filled the room.
Leonard moved forward, Christine and Spock letting him go helplessly as he prowled towards Mitchell who was standing over /his/ Jim.
He saw the knife at Mitchell’s waist, he just ignored it. This man had just hurt Jim. Had possibly killed him
And he lost it.
Later Christine described it as beautiful and yet terrifying at the same time.
He had launched himself at Mitchell and had laid into him with a whirlwind of ferocity. Blood had gone everywhere, mostly his own apparently as Mitchell used the knife. But no one had been able to separate the snarling fury of Reaper from his kill, until a groggy Jim touched his neck.
Instantly he had been soothed, recognising the touch and the scent, and Mitchell had struck, sending the knife plunging into his chest.
Dimly Leonard heard Spock ordering security to remove Mitchell, but all he could see was the ceiling as he crumpled and then Jim. Jim who was bleeding, and swaying, but Jim who was leaning over him, pale and frightened.
“Bones. Oh god Bones. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
“Jim...” He murmured with a smile before he lost consciousness.
~*~
“You’re an idiot.” Christine informed Leonard one evening as he brooded in his cabin a few months later. “You are,” she continued, ignoring his scowl, “You’re an idiot.”
“Thank you Christine, your help is appreciated, as always.”
“You charge in, protect your territory and then...you hide away and avoid him. For god’s sake John, he found out you were bloody immortal! He was shocked! He needed time, and you gave it to him and then when he tried to talk you brushed him off.”
“I didn’t want to...”
“You’re an idiot.”
“...I hate you.” He rolled over, burying his face in his pillow, “Dammit...”
“Fortunately,” His annoying-and-soon-to-be-very-dead-if-she-didnt-leave-him-alone-soon-sister, continued, “I love you, and so I do what I can to save you from yourself.”
And the door opened to reveal Jim.
Christine quietly left the room as the two men stared at one another, neither one sure of what to say.
Finally it was Jim who spoke, “I’m sorry Bones. For Mitchell. I....I believed what he said, that I deserved it. I hate that you saw me like that, I hate that I was weak enough to let it happen.”
“Jim...”
But Jim shook his head, “You know what though? I know better now. I know that I picked him because he had dark, shaggy hair and dark eyes. Because he was tall and broad shouldered. I picked him because in appearance he reminded me of you. Fuck Bones, all I wanted was you, but you...you were so...and I thought you and Christine, and he was there and...”
Immortal speed was useful, especially when it meant he could kiss Jim all the sooner.
Their lips met and parted, welcoming each other in, but it wasn’t a kiss of passion and desire. It was a kiss of ‘finally, it’s you and me’. And when they lay down on the bed together, it wasn’t to shag like rabbits or roll about like sex obsessed teenagers.
Leonard just curled around his Jim. And Jim held on tight to his Leonard.
And both of them fell asleep.
~*~
Outside the door Christine was paused, listening. She heard the kiss, and she heard them curl up together, and it made her smile, but the real bonus was the tendril of scent that wafted out past her nose. It was pure love and contentment on her brother’s scent and it made her smile.
Turning away she met a pair of dark eyes and an eyebrow cocked, observing her. Grinning she moved away down the corridor, walking towards her rooms and knowing that the Vulcan followed.
Spock watched her go, before trailing after her. An immortal woman, beautiful, intelligent....
“Fascinating...” he murmured, before she pulled him into her room.