Rumors - Chapter III
Title: Rumors
Author: Sally Daer (sallydaer@hotmail.com)
Fandom: Star Trek reboot
Characters: James Kirk, Leonard McCoy
Rating: NC-17 .)
Disclaimer: They're not mine. I'm only playing with them for a while.
Artist:
zhie thanks so much for helping me with this.
Beta:
alluranna who was amazingly suportive and helpful. Thanks a lot. All the remaining mistakes are mine.
Summary: Jim always thought that he knew all there was to know about his best friend,. Now he's not so sure.
Jim woke up early next morning and, instead of putting on some shorts, trainers, and going for his usual morning run, he dressed his uniform and went right to the mess. He didn't expect to find Bones there so soon. The doctor could spend the whole night awake when his surgeon's capacities were needed or survive without more than a quick nap here and there in the middle of a medical emergency, but Bones hated to get up early and Jim knew it. He had learned it, in a not nice way, during their first week in the Academy, and he was sure that had not changed.
Having said that, Jim had a reputation as a brilliant tactician, and it was for a reason. He valued every chance, every possible turn of events, didn't take anything for granted. Bones probably would appear in the mess as he did every morning, thirty minutes before the start of his shift, just in time for breakfast and a quick look at the report from the doctor in charge of gamma shift, and Jim would have to wait for him for a long while working on his own paperwork. But, if for some strange miracle, the doctor decided to get out of his bed before it was strictly necessary, Jim wasn't going to miss the opportunity of a long chat. From his point of view, they had delayed it more than enough.
As he expected, when he arrived the mess was almost empty and he had no problems finding an empty table with a prefect view of the door. Since Bones wasn't there, and was not expected soon, Jim allowed himself the luxury of asking for a double ration of pancakes with hot chocolate, whipped cream, and savored it without feeling McCoy's accusing look on him for eating every bit.
Jim enjoyed his meal and considered a second cup of coffee. Half of the tables around him were taken now, but Bones had still not appeared. Alpha shift was going to start in less than half an hour and, if he didn't arrive soon, he wouldn't have time for more than a fast coffee. That wasn't acceptable. Not this morning. Another long day on the bridge, musing about the hypothetical sexual life of his CMO wouldn't be fun at all.
Absently, Jim looked around, watching his crew interact and get ready for the day. It was then that he noticed it. Bones was there. Standing by one of the tables on the back of the room, one of the small ones almost hidden of the view from the main section of the room that people left available so the couples in the ship could share their meals in some kind of intimacy. And he wasn't alone. There was a girl standing just next to him, so close that she was almost touching him, staring at him with open adoration, without trying to conceal it at all.
The woman was Ensign Lane. Jim recognized her as soon as he saw her. Last month she had stood in for Janice Rand on the bridge when the captain's assistant had fallen with the andorian flu. She was beautiful enough to have caught the attention of most of the male bridge crew. Jim wasn't going to deny that the girl was cute, but she was too shy and delicate for him to feel attracted.
Jim would have sworn that Bones had been as uninterested as he had. She looked too much as his ex-wife and, until now, Bones had always avoided women who looked like Jocelyn. Green eyes, dark hair, ethereal looking women were definitely a no for his friend. However, none of that seemed to be worrying him in that moment, Jim thought watching the assistant hold his friend's hand without the doctor objecting to it. On the contrary, McCoy was smiling. Smiling!
Enough was enough, Jim thought. He stood up abruptly and walked toward them. This had to finish right now. What did Bones think that he was doing? Flirting in the middle of the mess, where half the crew could see him, thirty minutes before the start of alpha shift, wasn’t a good idea. Matthews had alpha shift that week. What if he appeared and found his boyfriend fooling around with Lane? Damn! Bones had to learn how to be more discreet if he didn't want that this mess exploding in his face.
McCoy, however, didn't look worried at all. Before Jim had the chance to approach them, the doctor turned away from the girl and walked right to his captain.
“Ah, Jim! You're here!” he said. He patted Jim's should when passed near him and continued walking toward the replicator. “Come on, I need a cup of coffee.”
“Why?” Jim asked falling into step with him. Now that he could see him better, it seemed that Bones had not rested the previous night. He hadn't received any report of medical emergencies since the incident in the science lab, so he couldn't help wondering if maybe McCoy had been busy with some other thing. With Lane. Or Matthews. Or maybe with some other person that he still didn't know about. “Did you not sleep well?”
Jim threw an intent look to Lane, who was now settled in a big table with some of the younger members of the crew.
“Let's just say that I haven't slept,” McCoy replied. It seemed that he hadn't gotten the insinuation and was asking for a coffee, black and with more sugar than even Jim thought healthy. “You'll be closer to the truth.”
That was exactly the tip that Jim was expecting. There was no way that McCoy could believe that he wouldn't comment on something like that. He was the captain, what the hell. He knew that the CMO hadn't been awake for professional reasons and Bones had to know that he knew. His CMO wasn't stupid. He shifted to have a better sight of McCoy's face and crossed his arms in front of his chest. “You didn't?” he asked. “So, what did you...?”
“Doctor McCoy to sickbay” The voice of nurse Chapel through the communication system interrupted him. “Doctor McCoy. Code three.”
The voice startled McCoy and the sudden movement made part of the contents of his cup of coffee dropped over his fingers.
“Fuck!” McCoy muttered, changing the cup to his free hand and looking frantically for something to dry his scalded fingers.
“Here,” Jim took a napkin from a nearby table. ”Take this. Let me...”
“Thanks. See you later.” McCoy dried his fingers and recovered his cup with an economy of movements that refuted his previous tiredness. Then hurried to the door. “And eat something!” he shout over his shoulder just when the door was closing behind him.
Chapter IV
Author: Sally Daer (sallydaer@hotmail.com)
Fandom: Star Trek reboot
Characters: James Kirk, Leonard McCoy
Rating: NC-17 .)
Disclaimer: They're not mine. I'm only playing with them for a while.
Artist:
zhie thanks so much for helping me with this.
Beta:
alluranna who was amazingly suportive and helpful. Thanks a lot. All the remaining mistakes are mine.
Summary: Jim always thought that he knew all there was to know about his best friend,. Now he's not so sure.
Jim woke up early next morning and, instead of putting on some shorts, trainers, and going for his usual morning run, he dressed his uniform and went right to the mess. He didn't expect to find Bones there so soon. The doctor could spend the whole night awake when his surgeon's capacities were needed or survive without more than a quick nap here and there in the middle of a medical emergency, but Bones hated to get up early and Jim knew it. He had learned it, in a not nice way, during their first week in the Academy, and he was sure that had not changed.
Having said that, Jim had a reputation as a brilliant tactician, and it was for a reason. He valued every chance, every possible turn of events, didn't take anything for granted. Bones probably would appear in the mess as he did every morning, thirty minutes before the start of his shift, just in time for breakfast and a quick look at the report from the doctor in charge of gamma shift, and Jim would have to wait for him for a long while working on his own paperwork. But, if for some strange miracle, the doctor decided to get out of his bed before it was strictly necessary, Jim wasn't going to miss the opportunity of a long chat. From his point of view, they had delayed it more than enough.
As he expected, when he arrived the mess was almost empty and he had no problems finding an empty table with a prefect view of the door. Since Bones wasn't there, and was not expected soon, Jim allowed himself the luxury of asking for a double ration of pancakes with hot chocolate, whipped cream, and savored it without feeling McCoy's accusing look on him for eating every bit.
Jim enjoyed his meal and considered a second cup of coffee. Half of the tables around him were taken now, but Bones had still not appeared. Alpha shift was going to start in less than half an hour and, if he didn't arrive soon, he wouldn't have time for more than a fast coffee. That wasn't acceptable. Not this morning. Another long day on the bridge, musing about the hypothetical sexual life of his CMO wouldn't be fun at all.
Absently, Jim looked around, watching his crew interact and get ready for the day. It was then that he noticed it. Bones was there. Standing by one of the tables on the back of the room, one of the small ones almost hidden of the view from the main section of the room that people left available so the couples in the ship could share their meals in some kind of intimacy. And he wasn't alone. There was a girl standing just next to him, so close that she was almost touching him, staring at him with open adoration, without trying to conceal it at all.
The woman was Ensign Lane. Jim recognized her as soon as he saw her. Last month she had stood in for Janice Rand on the bridge when the captain's assistant had fallen with the andorian flu. She was beautiful enough to have caught the attention of most of the male bridge crew. Jim wasn't going to deny that the girl was cute, but she was too shy and delicate for him to feel attracted.
Jim would have sworn that Bones had been as uninterested as he had. She looked too much as his ex-wife and, until now, Bones had always avoided women who looked like Jocelyn. Green eyes, dark hair, ethereal looking women were definitely a no for his friend. However, none of that seemed to be worrying him in that moment, Jim thought watching the assistant hold his friend's hand without the doctor objecting to it. On the contrary, McCoy was smiling. Smiling!
Enough was enough, Jim thought. He stood up abruptly and walked toward them. This had to finish right now. What did Bones think that he was doing? Flirting in the middle of the mess, where half the crew could see him, thirty minutes before the start of alpha shift, wasn’t a good idea. Matthews had alpha shift that week. What if he appeared and found his boyfriend fooling around with Lane? Damn! Bones had to learn how to be more discreet if he didn't want that this mess exploding in his face.
McCoy, however, didn't look worried at all. Before Jim had the chance to approach them, the doctor turned away from the girl and walked right to his captain.
“Ah, Jim! You're here!” he said. He patted Jim's should when passed near him and continued walking toward the replicator. “Come on, I need a cup of coffee.”
“Why?” Jim asked falling into step with him. Now that he could see him better, it seemed that Bones had not rested the previous night. He hadn't received any report of medical emergencies since the incident in the science lab, so he couldn't help wondering if maybe McCoy had been busy with some other thing. With Lane. Or Matthews. Or maybe with some other person that he still didn't know about. “Did you not sleep well?”
Jim threw an intent look to Lane, who was now settled in a big table with some of the younger members of the crew.
“Let's just say that I haven't slept,” McCoy replied. It seemed that he hadn't gotten the insinuation and was asking for a coffee, black and with more sugar than even Jim thought healthy. “You'll be closer to the truth.”
That was exactly the tip that Jim was expecting. There was no way that McCoy could believe that he wouldn't comment on something like that. He was the captain, what the hell. He knew that the CMO hadn't been awake for professional reasons and Bones had to know that he knew. His CMO wasn't stupid. He shifted to have a better sight of McCoy's face and crossed his arms in front of his chest. “You didn't?” he asked. “So, what did you...?”
“Doctor McCoy to sickbay” The voice of nurse Chapel through the communication system interrupted him. “Doctor McCoy. Code three.”
The voice startled McCoy and the sudden movement made part of the contents of his cup of coffee dropped over his fingers.
“Fuck!” McCoy muttered, changing the cup to his free hand and looking frantically for something to dry his scalded fingers.
“Here,” Jim took a napkin from a nearby table. ”Take this. Let me...”
“Thanks. See you later.” McCoy dried his fingers and recovered his cup with an economy of movements that refuted his previous tiredness. Then hurried to the door. “And eat something!” he shout over his shoulder just when the door was closing behind him.
Chapter IV