ship's night
Prompt:7
Rating:PG
Warnings: none
Word Count:~2,000
Summary: Late at night Bones talks to /yells at Jim while he's in a coma.
A/N: The only thing I own are the typos. Which I guess is pretty impressive. (in perarlville everyone speaks and writes like captcha)
For Jim's POV please check out the AMAZING Baby,you can lay me down by the wicked talented checkerboxed . It's a treat and you won't be sorry.
“ You left the cap off of the toothpaste again, again Jim. I don’t know why the hell you still use that stuff , it’s downright unhygienic. You’d think you never heard of sonics. This is the 23rd century not the 20th.”
It could have been any night that they were having this particular discussion. The merits of sonics versus paste were often a topic of conversation when everything else, the things that really needed to be said, were too much.
They had adult sleepovers that lasted days and ended with Leonard wearing Jim’s favorite boxers or drinking the last of his secret stash of coffee ( the one that Leonard had bought ) or Jim leaving books and PADDs all over every space because being a slob in one century clearly wasn’t enough. Instead, the had quite fights like the grown ups they were, over the biobeds in sickbay in Jim’s private room.
This one took the cake though because Jim, Captain James T. Kirk, didn’t even have the good graces to be conscious.
“ I think we finally found a look that isn’t good on you Jimmy.” Leonard says sinking down into the same chair he’s had all week. It’s ergonomically designed to be uncomfortable for all species because no one should spend their time sitting in sickbay.
Jim was lying on his back a position that to the best of Leonard‘s knowledge Jim hasn‘t slept in since he was baby. It didn’t count as sleep but it was close enough, and Jim never slept on his back He would risk further bodily injury to himself in any attempt to flip over or curl up.
“ Now, is a great time to learn to be a considerate sleep Jim. I really appreciate it. All those nights with your bony ass poking me at the academy and now you choose to become mister considerate bedmate.”
There’s stubble on Jim’s chin, a darker shade than his hair. It is a welcomed coarse underneath Leonard‘s hand and knuckles as they move over Jim‘s face. It’s familiar terrain.
In all the pictures he has seen of Jim in his teens his face was covered with a dark prickle. It hid things, scars and expressions, things that Jim didn’t have any other way to hide. The academy then Starfleet proper, required the daily suppression of all facial hair unless your species was one of the three that were exempt from hair removal. Along with the regulation beard suppressor, they gave each cadet, the skill set to suppress a whole shit ton of things.
Neither seemed to be working.
“ I come back after a two day shift of making sure your insides are where they are supposed to be and I found it all over the bathroom. Don’t’ think you can get away with this shit just because you’re the captain and you can bribe Janice to get a cleaning team to come to your quarters ever day. Jesus wept kid, you need a shave.”
And why the hell hadn’t anyone thought of this yet? Why hadn’t Leonard? He had been sitting in the same chair every night for a week because he had developed a strange habit of requiring a warm Jim next to him while he read. He didn’t think too much about it.
Leonard mainly thought about how seven days ago his tongue had traced the pattern of marks down Jim’s jaw, teeth grazing his chin. He thought about how in both of their quarters there were two beard suppressors sitting side by side on the countertop. That the tooth paste tube in his quarters was half empty ( it was a new tube, the brand Jim liked and that Leonard had ordered special and picked up at the last space station) and on the mirror was minty heart. Jim’s thumb had left it’s distinct print in the heart and the following X O X O.
It has been a really shitty Valentines Day so far.
“ You know that cleaning crew is going to have to clean that shit up right? Toothpaste doesn’t just magically come off and I’m sure not going to clean up your mess. You leave a mess wherever you go. Do you know that?”
In sickbay, during ships night, the lights are dimmed as much as safety permits. Crew members, mostly Jim, still complain that it’s impossible to sleep. The lights are bright enough in the private room for Leonard to see the cards that Uhura had dropped off earlier. Some of them were even real paper, loopy hearts and well whishes from the crew. Only Janice dared to make it a true Valentine, her hand writing and beautiful artwork are recognizable anywhere. Leonard is really glad that he can’t read French but he can, thank you very much, follow her diagrams.
“ You even get your fan mail delivered right to your bedside kid. You know, your fan club has been dying to see you.”
The whole week had been filled with minor accidents t hat had kept sickbay full. They had kept Leonard busy enough that his mind had to be on the present. Ensigns in every department bumping into things , burning themselves, or suddenly developing stomach pains. Leonard had treated them all with his patented gruffness and warning while noticing their eyes wandering to the room in the corner where none of them had downright asked to go.
Outside of the medical staff only Spock had seen the Captain and Leonard had watched as his hand briefly swept over Jim’s.
He hadn’t asked if Spock had felt anything or sensed it.
He watched Spock’s gentleness, the slight hesitation, and then thought selfishly of himself, of six years ago leaning over a hospital bed. A different voice saying, “ Please Leonard, Leo please… I can’t. Please.
He’s seized by the irrational need to put his hand gently on Jim’s chest to feel it rise and fall.
“ You always take up the whole goddamn bed, shove over.”
Jim of course, inconsiderate as he is doesn’t move and Leonard doesn’t get on the bed as much as he want’s to because it would screw up the sensors. Instead he runs his fingers through Jim’s short hair, rubbing gentle circles.
“ If you think I’m pissed than wait till Uhura has her chance at you. You two have been planning that Valentine’s party since forever and her pointy eared bondmate couldn’t even go with her. Had to do all that acting Captain stuff.”
They had lots of parties on the Enterprise. Uhura and Jim had spent several weeks in the beginning of the mission organizing a master calendar that held all of the birthday’s of the crew and every major holiday celebrated in the federation and by every member of the multiple species crew.
“ Everyone deserves to feel at home Bones.” Jim had said late at night, pressed up against him. Arms and legs sprawled and hugging Leonard close. They had christened the captain’s quarters that night and developed their ongoing habit of talking ships business, usually of the gossip variety, before they fell asleep. Jim smelling and tasting like mint.
Now Jim smells sterile.
“ I’m not going to that party by myself, told you fools that. I don’t give two shits about moral. You know what’s really bad for moral Jim? A god damn captain who is in a god damn comma.”
The best thing about the private room, plenty of space to pace.
“Jim, it’s been a week. You have to…Please Jim, don’t make me… Just don’t. Wake up. That’s an order.”
Of course Jim had never been very good at following orders. He has always been good at giving them though.
Before Leonard was even Jim’s doctor he was his emergency contact.
“ I trust you Bones.” Jim had said, clasping his arm around McCoy’s shoulder and leaning in a bit too much. Like trusting someone was actually a natural thing for either of them
“You’re the doctor, I trust you.” Which was fantastic, really. It was trust and medical knowledge, the greatest technology available in Federation space that were keeping Jim alive now.
There’s no cure to be found this time, no way to buy time. If Jim is going to wake up then he’s got to do it by himself.
“ I can’t do this Jimmy. You need to wake up.”
And if he wasn’t then Leonard was going to have to make good on the first promise he ever made to Jim.
“ And you wonder why I hate Valentine’s day, unbelievable.”
~
Leonard would hate himself for sleeping while Jim was in in a comma except of course even he can’t fight the sedative that was added to his pink Valentine’s day punch. Part of the “care package” he finds outside of Jim’s door. He attributes the extra to Chapel and assumes that it was not standard fare for everyone.
The chair is just as uncomfortable on the seventh night as it was on the first, but in the morning Jim has curled up onto his side and is asleep.
“You were yelling at me Bones.” He murmurs latter because comas take a lot out of a person. “ I could hear it.”
Bones doesn’t have an answer and honestly, he’s done talking for now. Tomorrow, that’s what tomorrow s for.
Instead he learns over and kisses Jim, tongue searching for the taste of mint the knows will still be there.
Rating:PG
Warnings: none
Word Count:~2,000
Summary: Late at night Bones talks to /yells at Jim while he's in a coma.
A/N: The only thing I own are the typos. Which I guess is pretty impressive. (in perarlville everyone speaks and writes like captcha)
For Jim's POV please check out the AMAZING Baby,you can lay me down by the wicked talented checkerboxed . It's a treat and you won't be sorry.
“ You left the cap off of the toothpaste again, again Jim. I don’t know why the hell you still use that stuff , it’s downright unhygienic. You’d think you never heard of sonics. This is the 23rd century not the 20th.”
It could have been any night that they were having this particular discussion. The merits of sonics versus paste were often a topic of conversation when everything else, the things that really needed to be said, were too much.
They had adult sleepovers that lasted days and ended with Leonard wearing Jim’s favorite boxers or drinking the last of his secret stash of coffee ( the one that Leonard had bought ) or Jim leaving books and PADDs all over every space because being a slob in one century clearly wasn’t enough. Instead, the had quite fights like the grown ups they were, over the biobeds in sickbay in Jim’s private room.
This one took the cake though because Jim, Captain James T. Kirk, didn’t even have the good graces to be conscious.
“ I think we finally found a look that isn’t good on you Jimmy.” Leonard says sinking down into the same chair he’s had all week. It’s ergonomically designed to be uncomfortable for all species because no one should spend their time sitting in sickbay.
Jim was lying on his back a position that to the best of Leonard‘s knowledge Jim hasn‘t slept in since he was baby. It didn’t count as sleep but it was close enough, and Jim never slept on his back He would risk further bodily injury to himself in any attempt to flip over or curl up.
“ Now, is a great time to learn to be a considerate sleep Jim. I really appreciate it. All those nights with your bony ass poking me at the academy and now you choose to become mister considerate bedmate.”
There’s stubble on Jim’s chin, a darker shade than his hair. It is a welcomed coarse underneath Leonard‘s hand and knuckles as they move over Jim‘s face. It’s familiar terrain.
In all the pictures he has seen of Jim in his teens his face was covered with a dark prickle. It hid things, scars and expressions, things that Jim didn’t have any other way to hide. The academy then Starfleet proper, required the daily suppression of all facial hair unless your species was one of the three that were exempt from hair removal. Along with the regulation beard suppressor, they gave each cadet, the skill set to suppress a whole shit ton of things.
Neither seemed to be working.
“ I come back after a two day shift of making sure your insides are where they are supposed to be and I found it all over the bathroom. Don’t’ think you can get away with this shit just because you’re the captain and you can bribe Janice to get a cleaning team to come to your quarters ever day. Jesus wept kid, you need a shave.”
And why the hell hadn’t anyone thought of this yet? Why hadn’t Leonard? He had been sitting in the same chair every night for a week because he had developed a strange habit of requiring a warm Jim next to him while he read. He didn’t think too much about it.
Leonard mainly thought about how seven days ago his tongue had traced the pattern of marks down Jim’s jaw, teeth grazing his chin. He thought about how in both of their quarters there were two beard suppressors sitting side by side on the countertop. That the tooth paste tube in his quarters was half empty ( it was a new tube, the brand Jim liked and that Leonard had ordered special and picked up at the last space station) and on the mirror was minty heart. Jim’s thumb had left it’s distinct print in the heart and the following X O X O.
It has been a really shitty Valentines Day so far.
“ You know that cleaning crew is going to have to clean that shit up right? Toothpaste doesn’t just magically come off and I’m sure not going to clean up your mess. You leave a mess wherever you go. Do you know that?”
In sickbay, during ships night, the lights are dimmed as much as safety permits. Crew members, mostly Jim, still complain that it’s impossible to sleep. The lights are bright enough in the private room for Leonard to see the cards that Uhura had dropped off earlier. Some of them were even real paper, loopy hearts and well whishes from the crew. Only Janice dared to make it a true Valentine, her hand writing and beautiful artwork are recognizable anywhere. Leonard is really glad that he can’t read French but he can, thank you very much, follow her diagrams.
“ You even get your fan mail delivered right to your bedside kid. You know, your fan club has been dying to see you.”
The whole week had been filled with minor accidents t hat had kept sickbay full. They had kept Leonard busy enough that his mind had to be on the present. Ensigns in every department bumping into things , burning themselves, or suddenly developing stomach pains. Leonard had treated them all with his patented gruffness and warning while noticing their eyes wandering to the room in the corner where none of them had downright asked to go.
Outside of the medical staff only Spock had seen the Captain and Leonard had watched as his hand briefly swept over Jim’s.
He hadn’t asked if Spock had felt anything or sensed it.
He watched Spock’s gentleness, the slight hesitation, and then thought selfishly of himself, of six years ago leaning over a hospital bed. A different voice saying, “ Please Leonard, Leo please… I can’t. Please.
He’s seized by the irrational need to put his hand gently on Jim’s chest to feel it rise and fall.
“ You always take up the whole goddamn bed, shove over.”
Jim of course, inconsiderate as he is doesn’t move and Leonard doesn’t get on the bed as much as he want’s to because it would screw up the sensors. Instead he runs his fingers through Jim’s short hair, rubbing gentle circles.
“ If you think I’m pissed than wait till Uhura has her chance at you. You two have been planning that Valentine’s party since forever and her pointy eared bondmate couldn’t even go with her. Had to do all that acting Captain stuff.”
They had lots of parties on the Enterprise. Uhura and Jim had spent several weeks in the beginning of the mission organizing a master calendar that held all of the birthday’s of the crew and every major holiday celebrated in the federation and by every member of the multiple species crew.
“ Everyone deserves to feel at home Bones.” Jim had said late at night, pressed up against him. Arms and legs sprawled and hugging Leonard close. They had christened the captain’s quarters that night and developed their ongoing habit of talking ships business, usually of the gossip variety, before they fell asleep. Jim smelling and tasting like mint.
Now Jim smells sterile.
“ I’m not going to that party by myself, told you fools that. I don’t give two shits about moral. You know what’s really bad for moral Jim? A god damn captain who is in a god damn comma.”
The best thing about the private room, plenty of space to pace.
“Jim, it’s been a week. You have to…Please Jim, don’t make me… Just don’t. Wake up. That’s an order.”
Of course Jim had never been very good at following orders. He has always been good at giving them though.
Before Leonard was even Jim’s doctor he was his emergency contact.
“ I trust you Bones.” Jim had said, clasping his arm around McCoy’s shoulder and leaning in a bit too much. Like trusting someone was actually a natural thing for either of them
“You’re the doctor, I trust you.” Which was fantastic, really. It was trust and medical knowledge, the greatest technology available in Federation space that were keeping Jim alive now.
There’s no cure to be found this time, no way to buy time. If Jim is going to wake up then he’s got to do it by himself.
“ I can’t do this Jimmy. You need to wake up.”
And if he wasn’t then Leonard was going to have to make good on the first promise he ever made to Jim.
“ And you wonder why I hate Valentine’s day, unbelievable.”
~
Leonard would hate himself for sleeping while Jim was in in a comma except of course even he can’t fight the sedative that was added to his pink Valentine’s day punch. Part of the “care package” he finds outside of Jim’s door. He attributes the extra to Chapel and assumes that it was not standard fare for everyone.
The chair is just as uncomfortable on the seventh night as it was on the first, but in the morning Jim has curled up onto his side and is asleep.
“You were yelling at me Bones.” He murmurs latter because comas take a lot out of a person. “ I could hear it.”
Bones doesn’t have an answer and honestly, he’s done talking for now. Tomorrow, that’s what tomorrow s for.
Instead he learns over and kisses Jim, tongue searching for the taste of mint the knows will still be there.