So much for shore leave
Title: So Much For Shore Leave
Author: Northernwalker
Pairing: Jim/Bones slash, Kirk/Cupcake friendship
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: language.
Universes: Star Trek Reboot
Summary: This is laughter_now's fic. Looking at the pics over in the Jim and Bones comm, she said :Seriously, that first picture just screams interrupted shore leave. Come on, you know you want to write that comment fic where Jim and Bones have gone camping on shore leave, and some bad guy interrupts it, and Jim has to go all badass in his civilian clothes...
So of course I had to write it. The prequel is Making Connections.
Jim really does not need this shit.
He’s been having a perfectly shore good leave with Bones, having convinced the man that they could have a nice peaceful camping trip without anything going wrong. Maybe, just maybe, he might work up the nerve to say something to Bones about...well.
Of course, it’s him, so pirates just had to attack their campsite. Jim is considering renting his luck to casinos trying to break someone’s winning streak, he really is.
They had come out of nowhere, dropping Bones before he’d even managed to swear. Jim, however, had been trained in a much rougher school than the Academy ever dreamed of and they clearly weren’t expecting someone with his skill set. He’d grabbed his pistol and faded into the underbrush, just as he’d done on Tarsus.
After picking off two of the four at a distance, he decides to move in. They have Bones tied to a tree- of course. One is standing off to the side drinking- of course. One is threatening Bones with a burning stick- of course.
Clearly, they’ve watched too many holos.
Jim comes out of the brush in a running dive, firing as he goes. He hits both of them, dropping them instantly.
He rolls to his feet, pulling his shirt back down and wincing at the scrapes on his back. “You OK, Bones?” he asks as he checks the fallen men. Yep, kill shots. He shoves his gun into the holster at the back of his jeans.
“Fine- damnit, Jim, you’re bleeding!” He cuts Bones loose and is promptly spun around and prodded.
“I had noticed- ouch!”
“Hold still. Idiot.”
“Hey!”
“Not you, you moron. Me. I just stood there and let them hit us.”
“Now you know why the E & E class should be standard for medical personnel, don’t you?” Jim smirks. Then yelps as Bones jabs him with a hypo.
“Brat.” Bones sighs then, turning Jim back to face him. Jim meets his steady hazel gaze, curious. There’d been a very odd note in Bones’ voice.
Jim opens his mouth to say something, anything, and is promptly silenced by Bones’ mouth closing over his in a hungry kiss. Jim cheerfully lets the world disappear as Bones takes control, kissing him until there’s nothing left but heat and passion.
At which point, someone clears their throat.
Jim spins away, drawing his gun and shoving Bones behind him in one smooth movement.
“Nice shot, Doctor McCoy.” Cupcake grins, as two redshirts go to collect their fallen comrades.
Jim relaxes as Bones blinks. “I didn’t hit anyone.”
Cupcake’s grin gets bigger. “You will.”
Jim snickers.
Bones flushes.
One of the fallen groans.
“I’ll just collect my people and be on my way, sirs. I think losing four-to-one should knock some of the overconfidence off the newbies.”
“He shot me!”
“With a stun dart, yes, you twit, and considering you’ve been running your yap about how you could handle an op, you’re goddamn lucky he didn’t use real bullets. The pistol was a nice touch, Captain.”
“I thought so too. I also thought this exercise was supposed to wait till this weekend.” Jim is not happy they’d crashed his trip, even if it did get him kissed.
“It was. Genius there decided to get the party started early.” At this point Cupcake resembles a rather amused shark, all pointy teeth and edged humor.
“Did he, now?” Jim drawls, feeling an evil smile cross his own face.
“I think that a learning experience is in order, myself. Something a bit more-”
“Purple! I’m purple! We’re all purple!”
“Ensign,” Jim lowers his voice. “You are indeed purple. You will also be silent.” Apparently one of the ensign’s partners in crime is brighter than the average tomato and recognizes danger when she’s ankle deep in it. The luckless ensign gets a sharp kick in the ankle, silencing him.
“I believe I can leave their re-education in your capable hands,” Jim smiles at Cupcake. They’d had a rocky start onboard but after an incident involving an Old Earth shotgun, a dozen roses and a bottle of illicit whisky, they’d come to an accord. Besides, the man had excellent taste in poetry.
“Have a nice time, sirs. We’ll just go...jumpstart the learning process.” Cupcake escorts the colorful and crestfallen would-be ambushers towards the landing site, haranguing them all the way.
“That kiss is going to be all over the ship in half an hour.” Bones comments from behind him.
Jim tenses. This is one of those nasty moments of truth. “I don’t mind if you don’t,” he says quietly.
Bones walks around in front of him. He cups Jim’s cheek in one big hand, looking deep into his eyes. Jim had always thought that notion of someone seeing your soul was crap until now. He feels like Bones can see all those nasty hidden crevices that he’s never wanted on display. He also doesn’t feel like that’s as bad as he’d feared it would be.
“I don’t mind.” Then Bones smiles. “Think we can get a little more privacy for this one?”
Jim wraps his arms around Bones, pulling his head down. “I think that can be arranged.”
Author: Northernwalker
Pairing: Jim/Bones slash, Kirk/Cupcake friendship
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: language.
Universes: Star Trek Reboot
Summary: This is laughter_now's fic. Looking at the pics over in the Jim and Bones comm, she said :Seriously, that first picture just screams interrupted shore leave. Come on, you know you want to write that comment fic where Jim and Bones have gone camping on shore leave, and some bad guy interrupts it, and Jim has to go all badass in his civilian clothes...
So of course I had to write it. The prequel is Making Connections.
Jim really does not need this shit.
He’s been having a perfectly shore good leave with Bones, having convinced the man that they could have a nice peaceful camping trip without anything going wrong. Maybe, just maybe, he might work up the nerve to say something to Bones about...well.
Of course, it’s him, so pirates just had to attack their campsite. Jim is considering renting his luck to casinos trying to break someone’s winning streak, he really is.
They had come out of nowhere, dropping Bones before he’d even managed to swear. Jim, however, had been trained in a much rougher school than the Academy ever dreamed of and they clearly weren’t expecting someone with his skill set. He’d grabbed his pistol and faded into the underbrush, just as he’d done on Tarsus.
After picking off two of the four at a distance, he decides to move in. They have Bones tied to a tree- of course. One is standing off to the side drinking- of course. One is threatening Bones with a burning stick- of course.
Clearly, they’ve watched too many holos.
Jim comes out of the brush in a running dive, firing as he goes. He hits both of them, dropping them instantly.
He rolls to his feet, pulling his shirt back down and wincing at the scrapes on his back. “You OK, Bones?” he asks as he checks the fallen men. Yep, kill shots. He shoves his gun into the holster at the back of his jeans.
“Fine- damnit, Jim, you’re bleeding!” He cuts Bones loose and is promptly spun around and prodded.
“I had noticed- ouch!”
“Hold still. Idiot.”
“Hey!”
“Not you, you moron. Me. I just stood there and let them hit us.”
“Now you know why the E & E class should be standard for medical personnel, don’t you?” Jim smirks. Then yelps as Bones jabs him with a hypo.
“Brat.” Bones sighs then, turning Jim back to face him. Jim meets his steady hazel gaze, curious. There’d been a very odd note in Bones’ voice.
Jim opens his mouth to say something, anything, and is promptly silenced by Bones’ mouth closing over his in a hungry kiss. Jim cheerfully lets the world disappear as Bones takes control, kissing him until there’s nothing left but heat and passion.
At which point, someone clears their throat.
Jim spins away, drawing his gun and shoving Bones behind him in one smooth movement.
“Nice shot, Doctor McCoy.” Cupcake grins, as two redshirts go to collect their fallen comrades.
Jim relaxes as Bones blinks. “I didn’t hit anyone.”
Cupcake’s grin gets bigger. “You will.”
Jim snickers.
Bones flushes.
One of the fallen groans.
“I’ll just collect my people and be on my way, sirs. I think losing four-to-one should knock some of the overconfidence off the newbies.”
“He shot me!”
“With a stun dart, yes, you twit, and considering you’ve been running your yap about how you could handle an op, you’re goddamn lucky he didn’t use real bullets. The pistol was a nice touch, Captain.”
“I thought so too. I also thought this exercise was supposed to wait till this weekend.” Jim is not happy they’d crashed his trip, even if it did get him kissed.
“It was. Genius there decided to get the party started early.” At this point Cupcake resembles a rather amused shark, all pointy teeth and edged humor.
“Did he, now?” Jim drawls, feeling an evil smile cross his own face.
“I think that a learning experience is in order, myself. Something a bit more-”
“Purple! I’m purple! We’re all purple!”
“Ensign,” Jim lowers his voice. “You are indeed purple. You will also be silent.” Apparently one of the ensign’s partners in crime is brighter than the average tomato and recognizes danger when she’s ankle deep in it. The luckless ensign gets a sharp kick in the ankle, silencing him.
“I believe I can leave their re-education in your capable hands,” Jim smiles at Cupcake. They’d had a rocky start onboard but after an incident involving an Old Earth shotgun, a dozen roses and a bottle of illicit whisky, they’d come to an accord. Besides, the man had excellent taste in poetry.
“Have a nice time, sirs. We’ll just go...jumpstart the learning process.” Cupcake escorts the colorful and crestfallen would-be ambushers towards the landing site, haranguing them all the way.
“That kiss is going to be all over the ship in half an hour.” Bones comments from behind him.
Jim tenses. This is one of those nasty moments of truth. “I don’t mind if you don’t,” he says quietly.
Bones walks around in front of him. He cups Jim’s cheek in one big hand, looking deep into his eyes. Jim had always thought that notion of someone seeing your soul was crap until now. He feels like Bones can see all those nasty hidden crevices that he’s never wanted on display. He also doesn’t feel like that’s as bad as he’d feared it would be.
“I don’t mind.” Then Bones smiles. “Think we can get a little more privacy for this one?”
Jim wraps his arms around Bones, pulling his head down. “I think that can be arranged.”