The Immortal Ones: Chapter 9
The Immortal Ones
A/N: Finally the two worlds collide. Squee!Could you please review?
Chapter 9: Lost and Found
“Alright, James is a common enough name. You can keep it. Any particular last name you want?” asked McCoy as they drove along.
“Bond, James Bond,” declared Jim.
“Not happenin’,” replied McCoy
“Skywalker?” Jim suggested, tone hopeful.
“James Richard Walker it is.”
“Does that make you Richard Walker?”
“Yes, it does. I do look old enough to be your father, don’t I?”
“Not really, but you seem old enough, Mister Grumpy-Pants.”
“Boy, I am not above withholding sex.”
“I meant Mister Sexy-Pants.”
Bones chuckled and ruffled the boy’s hair.
“So, we are going to Peachtree, Georgia?”
“Yep,” Bones’ drawled.
“We should go to Texas, so you could be Walker, Texas Ranger.”
“How do you know obscure twentieth pop references?” asked McCoy.
“I don’t know, you probably were around to watch it when it first came out, weren’t you?”
“I didn’t watch Walker, Texas Ranger.”
“But you could have?”
“Jim, what is it that you askin’ me?” inquired Bones, hands gripping at the steering wheel.
“How old are you?”
“I am three hundred going on four hundred.”
“You aren’t kidding, are you?” asked Jim, voice cracking.
“No I’m not. You’re, you’re not goin’ to leave me, are you kid?”
“Of course not, Bones, never,” Jim leaned over and kissed Bones on the corner of his lips, “So, what’s in Peachtree?”
“Absolutely nothin’, but it is my hometown,” McCoy said.
“Your hometown? Like baby Bones was born there?”
“That sounds awfully silly, kid,” McCoy said as he rolled his eyes.
“Kind of hard to image you as a baby. Seems ridiculous to think of you not being able to take care of yourself. I can imagine you as a child. Smartest kid in class, bossing all the other children around, hey, did you wear glasses? You seem like you should wear glasses,” Jim was rambling, clearly nervous. But that was the licensed psychiatrist Bones thinking that.
“No, I am an Immortal One. Never had any medical problems.”
“What the hell is with that? I’m allergic to planet earth and I have asthma! As an Immortal One shouldn’t I, you know, not have those problems?”
“You probably would have died at birth if you weren’t an Immortal One, even if you had lived I think that all your medical problems would have been severely worse if it were not for what you are,” explained Bones.
“Luckily, I have my own personal doctor.”
“Luckily.”
“Were you always a doctor?” asked Jim.
“Basically, in one way or another. First time I was a doctor, house calls and all. I have been all sorts of doctor: surgeon, oncologist, pediatrician, OBGYN, diagnostician. I’ve been a veterinarian, psychiatrist, and I’ve been a science teacher.”
“Never a dermatologist or plastic surgeon?” teased Jim.
“I was never a plastic surgeon. I was a dermatologist of sorts. I specialized in burn victims, I created a rather helpful skin grafting technique.”
“Wow, I am impressed. Look at me, I’ve got a tall, handsome, immortal doctor!”
Bones rolled his eyes.
“So, Jim, your father taught me how to falsify documents and such, but I’m guessin’ that with your criminal streak you’d be better at it then me.”
“Are you telling me to break the law?” asked an honestly bewildered Jim
“…Don’t say it like that, kid.”
“Alright, when we get to Peachtree, I’ll break out my PADD and get to work on creating our fake lives. How about instead of being father and son, I tweak my birth date and we be “partners.””
“Kid, you can hardly pass as sixteen as it is.”
“But I am sixteen,” whined Jim, “how could I barely pass as sixteen?”
“It’s ‘cause your pretty, makes you look younger.”
“Hey don’t think that sticking the word “pretty” in that sentence makes it any better. I look sixteen!”
“Sure you do, kid.”
“I am not going to get angry at you for that because I consider “kid” an endearment like “darlin’” or “little fucker.””
McCoy sighed and said, “Jim watch your language.”
“Are you serious?” Jim was practically giggling.
“Yes, no swearing unless we are in danger or havin’ sex.”
“If you got one hand off that steering I could be over here swearing then.”
“’Cause you’d be in danger of me smackin’ some sense into that fool head of your’s?”
“No, cause I could be screwing your hand,” Jim said, smugly.
“Jim, don’t be so damn crude, and no way in hell. I ain’t afraid of ridin’ in cars but I need to focus on drivin’, I don’t need you distractin’ me.”
Jim laughed, “Fine, but only because we might crash and die. I could always drive. I’m a better driver than you.”
“You’re also a crazier driver than me,” was McCoy’s rough reply.
“You drive like an old lady,” teased Jim.
“And you drive like a drunk.”
“Bones?” Jim asked, voice suddenly serious.
“Yeah kid?”
“Could I call Sam when we get to Peachtree? It’s not like I’ve gotta leave him along with my life, right?”
“Jim, of course you can call Sam. No way I’m losin’ contact with him,” said McCoy.
“But what happens when he starts noticing that we are not aging?”
“We tell him,” McCoy replied, with a shrug of his shoulder like it was nothing.
“I love you so much.”
“You’re a sap,” muttered McCoy.
“No, I’m James Richard Walker.”
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“This is where you think that Jim and McCoy are living?” asked Pike.
“Affirmative, sir,” replied Spock.
“Alright,” and Pike and knocked at the door.
No answer.
“Okay Spock, break down the door,” commanded Pike.
“With all due respect Captain, but, what?” asked Spock.
“Kick down the door, or bust it in with your shoulder or something.”
Spock stared at Pike, with the Vulcan version of shock, “Sir, if I could recommend another approach?”
“What?”
Spock leaned up to the hanging plant and pulled out a key.
“How did you know that was there?”
“I am psychic.”
“Oh, right.”
Spock unlocked the door and they entered.
“They aren’t here,” said Pike.
“Yes, I was aware of that fact,” replied Spock.
“Why did we break in if that’s the case?”
“Because you said to, sir.”
Pike sighed and asked, “It’s not a school day. Where do you think they would be, Spock?”
“At church.”
“What?” asked Pike in disbelief.
“I believe that they are at church.”
“Any idea the name of the church, oh all knowing one?”
“It is a very small town, sir.”
“Fine, let’s go service crashing,” grumbled Pike.
“I do not understand, Captain. Why would we crash a religious tradition when-”
“I mean lets go to random churches and look around for Jim and McCoy.”
“Very well, sir.”
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“Hello Doctor Walker! How are you doin’ this glorious mornin’?” asked the lady.
“I am doin’ very well ma’am, Peachtree is just a lovely town. Jim is adjustin’ to life here wonderfully.”
“That boy of yours is a charmer, my little Louise just has fallen in love with ‘im,” said the lady.
“Don’t know where that boy got it from,” said McCoy.
“I think I do,” said the lady.
Jim walked over and he gave the lady a kind smile and said, “Hello, I’m sorry but I’m going to steal my father away from you.”
The woman smiled and nodded and Jim all but pulled Bones away, “I hate that lady,” he muttered venomously, “she’s got a crush on you.”
“Jim, be nice, and don’t be talkin’ about hatin’ anything in church besides the devil, demons, sin, and Nazis,” whispered McCoy as they walked out of the church.
Jim chuckled. McCoy pulled out his keys as they approached the automobile.
A car drove up to them and a voice said, “Hello McCoy.”
“Dammit,” muttered McCoy.
“What are the chances, huh?”
“What are you doin’ here, Pike?” asked McCoy, looking at the man who was sitting in the car with his window rolled down
“Why does the name Pike sound familiar?” asked Jim, standing behind Bones.
“He was a friend of your father,” Bones said.
“What’s with all the tension then?” asked Jim.
“I don’t care for his tone,” drawled Bones.
“McCoy, Jim, we are here representing the interests of the Federation. We need to talk.”
Jim just glared at the man.
“Get in the car,” Pike commanded.
“What is it, Pike?” asked McCoy.
“Get in the car, McCoy.”
“Pike, you should know that you and your Vulcan friend don’t scare me,” McCoy snarled.
Pike actually sat back, trying to suppress the fear from his face.
“Captain Pike, if I could?”
“Go ahead, Spock.”
“Hello Doctor Leonard McCoy, James Kirk, we are here to talk to you about an endeavor that the Federation has recently has taken on. The subject is sensitive and it would be best not to speak of it where others might hear.”
“Come on McCoy, let’s just talk to them,” said Jim. The underlying message was ‘if worse comes to worse, you could kill them with your pinky.’
“Fine,” muttered Bones as he followed Jim, as he would always do.
They climbed into the back of the car.
They sat, side-by-side, knees touching.
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“You’re Immortal Ones,” stated Pike.
“That don’t sound like a question to me,” said McCoy.
“It wasn’t. The Federation is tracking down and recruiting Others to be a part of a Special Unit, the attack caught our interest. You two are Immortal Ones. Was, was George an Immortal One?”
“Yeah, George was an Immortal one,” murmured McCoy.
Pike nodded, and continued, “Now, this is important, was it just Jim and you fighting the Romulans or was it Sam, Jim, and you?” asked Pike.
“Hey, leave Sam out of this. Sam ain’t an Immortal One,” McCoy said.
“I wasn’t-”
“Jim,” McCoy hissed.
“-involved in the fight. Didn’t even know that I was an Immortal One until after the attack. Bones was the only one fighting.”
Spock’s eyes widened and Pike literally gasped, “McCoy killed six Romulans by himself?”
“Yep, with my baseball bat.”
“McCoy killed six Romulans by himself with only a baseball bat?”
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The Immortal Ones: Chapter 10