Theme this week, each ficlet is a different snippet of Jim and Bones relationship over the years. I don't know if it's really a theme, but that's what I'm doin'. Oh and I survived my first day of college!!! Whoooo!
Title: Mediar
Author: remorsful_rain
Rating: PG
Notes/warnings: Un beta'd
Disclaimer: I only own the plot idea.
Summary: Mediar - to meditate; to intercede
Words: 100
Jim Kirk didn’t exactly know when it happened. It could’ve been between having his face gently lifted out of a puddle of vomit and seeing skilled fingers clenched in a fist trying to get guys twice his size off of him. He didn’t know why exactly Bones kept interceding fate to keep him alive. He did appreciate it; after all you couldn’t become a captain of a starship dead. Bones though didn’t seem to appreciate any of his advances. It was hard to explain something that he barely knew himself. So he was forced to do what he usually did.