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Recipient: crazywriter10
Title: And you doubted me, ha!
Author: ???
Rating/Warnings: PG13 for swearing, fluff
Characters/Pairings: Kirk/McCoy
Word Count: ~1200
Summary: Jim Kirk has reasons for everything he does, even if Bones can't always guess what they are.
A/N: A big thank you to the people at st_universe and to my darling beta, M.
"You know what I don't understand?" Bones muttered partly to himself, but mostly to the man seated next to him, "I'm a perfectly sensible man-" Jim snorted loudly at this, "And yet I let you drag me out to the bay in the middle of December to look at a bridge we can see from the campus."
Jim slanted a grin his way and leaned tight up against Bones's shoulder. "It's not even cold, Bones. Seriously."
"There's a breeze off the water," Bones said flatly. "You're wearing a goddamn tee shirt. Don't come crying to me when you're too congested to get out of bed."
Jim nodded in agreement. "Got it. Don't bother you with my inevitable cold."
They watched the early morning fog roll across the bay for a few minutes. The bridge was barely visible, but the shapes were there, red and hazy through the curtain of white.
"You'd better tell me if you get sick," Bones grumbled quietly. The smile that spread across Jim's face was wide and curled, and just a touch too all-knowing for the doctor's liking. "Last thing I need is you spending weeks shut up in your room eating poorly and starting down the road to malnutrition."
"I'll comm you if I ever even consider making that trip," Jim promised quite solemnly. "I know how you hate when I take road trips on my own."
Bones sighed heavily at him. "Shut up, Jim."
He laughed at Bones, and stood from the rock they were sitting on. "C'mon," he said. "Let's walk or something. Get your blood going so you don't freeze or whatever."
"I'm a doctor," Bones told him, always with the tone like the fact was new, and followed after him. Bones was wearing a light sweater, sleeves rolled above the wrist, with a high collar. He shakes his head in disapproval as he watched his friend jog closer to the shore, his black tee rippling tight over his back.
"Don't even think about it," Bones called out, when Jim wandered right up to the water.
"What, you're a psychic now, too?" Jim grinned at him, and just to be contrary, tipped the toe of his boot into the water. "Did you see that coming?"
Bones reached out to grab Jim's arm, but the man spun away, jogging backwards in the sand. "I might as well be a goddamn psychic - you're getting predictable." The famous Kirk grin widened even further, and Bones suddenly had the feeling he just signed off on some sort of mischief. "What."
"I," Jim said, with an air of supreme importance, "Have a surprise for you." He looked too pleased with himself, and Bones had to pause and consider that maybe everything Jim did that morning was to lead him along a particular dialogue.
"My god," Bones said flatly. "You've been waiting to say that, haven't you." It wasn't even a question, because he knew the answer.
Jim stopped jogging and waited until they were close together again. He wrapped an arm across Bones's broad shoulders, and forcefully steered them in the direction of the boardwalk. "For someone who's supposedly psychic, it took you a while to give me an opening. I'm shocked, Bones."
"Well, I'm hungry," Bones replied. "I hope your surprise involves food of some sort."
Their footsteps over the boardwalk planks were loud in the early morning silence. Jim led them into the first open restaurant they came across, mostly because the smell of bacon was enough to cause both of their stomachs to rumble in unison. They took a booth against the wall, just a little outside the circle of locals, and picked breakfast specials off the hazy holomenu that sat on the tabletop.
"This isn't very surprising," Bones noted after two steaming cups of coffee. Jim lingered over a tall glass of orange juice as if it were a selection of fine wine.
"Nope," Jim said, unconcerned.
Fairly sure that pushing the issue would indicate that he had any particular interest in the supposed 'surprise', Bones elected to idly read through the menu again. He could feel Jim watching him a little too casually, but he determinedly ignored him; it was something he was getting better at over the years.
The waitress came by a few minutes later, with waffles and peach slices for Bones, and bacon with a tall stack of pancakes for Jim. She left a pitcher of maple syrup and a generous slab of butter before walking away. Bones offered her a smile when Jim didn't, and declined to ask him about that too.
"You have a shift today?" Jim asked. His pancakes were wrecked by the time he asked, cut in patterns and restacked in a way that Bones was sure only had meaning to him. There was syrup over everything, including the bacon.
"Yeah," Bones said, immediately suspicious. "This afternoon. Why?"
"Just wondering if you want me to drop you off at the med center, or if you gotta go back to the dorms first." He crunched on his bacon, and waited expectantly for an answer.
"Since when do you care when I have to be somewhere?" Bones set down his silverware, despite the last quarter of waffle and the lonely peach that accompanied it on his plate.
Jim shrugged one shoulder and managed to look a little hurt. "I care when you have to be somewhere."
"No, you usually try to convince me to blow it off," Bones frowned. "What are you up to?"
"Absolutely nothing," Jim said. "You gonna eat that?" Without waiting for an answer, he reached across the table and stole the peach off the waffle.
Bones glowered at him, one eyebrow flicking upwards almost habitually. "You're up to 'nothing' but you've got a surprise for me?"
Jim smiled beatifically. "Exactly, Bones. I'm glad you get it."
"I don't get it, and you know it," Bones muttered back. "Dammit Jim, you know I hate surprises-"
"Sure do."
"-And I told you, if it's about my goddamn birthday, to forget about it-"
"I remember."
Bones shot him a glare, "-So I'm asking again, what are you up to?"
"Here, let me finish that."
Bones stabbed at the waffle with his fork just as Jim was sliding it off his plate. It ripped in half, and the half-melted pat of butter dripped onto the table. "Jim," Bones said irritably.
Jim smiled, softer than before, and dropped the stolen half of the waffle back on Bones's plate. "What have you done this morning?" At the glare levelled at him, he added, "Humour me."
The doctor sighed. "Sat on a rock on the beach. Stared at a bridge we see every damn day. Ate breakfast."
"Did I mention your birthday at all?"
"No."
"There you go," Jim said. He took back the waffle piece and stuffed it in his mouth. After he'd chewed and swallowed, he added, "You wanted nothing for your birthday, and that's exactly what I got you. Surprise!" Jim wiggled his hands and grinned at him.
Bones stared at him, and then at the table, trying not to let the twitch of a smile leave the corner of his mouth. When he looked back at Jim, who was still grinning at him while eating his pancakes, Bones lost the battle spectacularly and smiled right back.
"Goddammit, Jim," he muttered, out of habit more than anything else.
"You're welcome, Bones," Jim said pleasantly,
Title: And you doubted me, ha!
Author: ???
Rating/Warnings: PG13 for swearing, fluff
Characters/Pairings: Kirk/McCoy
Word Count: ~1200
Summary: Jim Kirk has reasons for everything he does, even if Bones can't always guess what they are.
A/N: A big thank you to the people at st_universe and to my darling beta, M.
"You know what I don't understand?" Bones muttered partly to himself, but mostly to the man seated next to him, "I'm a perfectly sensible man-" Jim snorted loudly at this, "And yet I let you drag me out to the bay in the middle of December to look at a bridge we can see from the campus."
Jim slanted a grin his way and leaned tight up against Bones's shoulder. "It's not even cold, Bones. Seriously."
"There's a breeze off the water," Bones said flatly. "You're wearing a goddamn tee shirt. Don't come crying to me when you're too congested to get out of bed."
Jim nodded in agreement. "Got it. Don't bother you with my inevitable cold."
They watched the early morning fog roll across the bay for a few minutes. The bridge was barely visible, but the shapes were there, red and hazy through the curtain of white.
"You'd better tell me if you get sick," Bones grumbled quietly. The smile that spread across Jim's face was wide and curled, and just a touch too all-knowing for the doctor's liking. "Last thing I need is you spending weeks shut up in your room eating poorly and starting down the road to malnutrition."
"I'll comm you if I ever even consider making that trip," Jim promised quite solemnly. "I know how you hate when I take road trips on my own."
Bones sighed heavily at him. "Shut up, Jim."
He laughed at Bones, and stood from the rock they were sitting on. "C'mon," he said. "Let's walk or something. Get your blood going so you don't freeze or whatever."
"I'm a doctor," Bones told him, always with the tone like the fact was new, and followed after him. Bones was wearing a light sweater, sleeves rolled above the wrist, with a high collar. He shakes his head in disapproval as he watched his friend jog closer to the shore, his black tee rippling tight over his back.
"Don't even think about it," Bones called out, when Jim wandered right up to the water.
"What, you're a psychic now, too?" Jim grinned at him, and just to be contrary, tipped the toe of his boot into the water. "Did you see that coming?"
Bones reached out to grab Jim's arm, but the man spun away, jogging backwards in the sand. "I might as well be a goddamn psychic - you're getting predictable." The famous Kirk grin widened even further, and Bones suddenly had the feeling he just signed off on some sort of mischief. "What."
"I," Jim said, with an air of supreme importance, "Have a surprise for you." He looked too pleased with himself, and Bones had to pause and consider that maybe everything Jim did that morning was to lead him along a particular dialogue.
"My god," Bones said flatly. "You've been waiting to say that, haven't you." It wasn't even a question, because he knew the answer.
Jim stopped jogging and waited until they were close together again. He wrapped an arm across Bones's broad shoulders, and forcefully steered them in the direction of the boardwalk. "For someone who's supposedly psychic, it took you a while to give me an opening. I'm shocked, Bones."
"Well, I'm hungry," Bones replied. "I hope your surprise involves food of some sort."
Their footsteps over the boardwalk planks were loud in the early morning silence. Jim led them into the first open restaurant they came across, mostly because the smell of bacon was enough to cause both of their stomachs to rumble in unison. They took a booth against the wall, just a little outside the circle of locals, and picked breakfast specials off the hazy holomenu that sat on the tabletop.
"This isn't very surprising," Bones noted after two steaming cups of coffee. Jim lingered over a tall glass of orange juice as if it were a selection of fine wine.
"Nope," Jim said, unconcerned.
Fairly sure that pushing the issue would indicate that he had any particular interest in the supposed 'surprise', Bones elected to idly read through the menu again. He could feel Jim watching him a little too casually, but he determinedly ignored him; it was something he was getting better at over the years.
The waitress came by a few minutes later, with waffles and peach slices for Bones, and bacon with a tall stack of pancakes for Jim. She left a pitcher of maple syrup and a generous slab of butter before walking away. Bones offered her a smile when Jim didn't, and declined to ask him about that too.
"You have a shift today?" Jim asked. His pancakes were wrecked by the time he asked, cut in patterns and restacked in a way that Bones was sure only had meaning to him. There was syrup over everything, including the bacon.
"Yeah," Bones said, immediately suspicious. "This afternoon. Why?"
"Just wondering if you want me to drop you off at the med center, or if you gotta go back to the dorms first." He crunched on his bacon, and waited expectantly for an answer.
"Since when do you care when I have to be somewhere?" Bones set down his silverware, despite the last quarter of waffle and the lonely peach that accompanied it on his plate.
Jim shrugged one shoulder and managed to look a little hurt. "I care when you have to be somewhere."
"No, you usually try to convince me to blow it off," Bones frowned. "What are you up to?"
"Absolutely nothing," Jim said. "You gonna eat that?" Without waiting for an answer, he reached across the table and stole the peach off the waffle.
Bones glowered at him, one eyebrow flicking upwards almost habitually. "You're up to 'nothing' but you've got a surprise for me?"
Jim smiled beatifically. "Exactly, Bones. I'm glad you get it."
"I don't get it, and you know it," Bones muttered back. "Dammit Jim, you know I hate surprises-"
"Sure do."
"-And I told you, if it's about my goddamn birthday, to forget about it-"
"I remember."
Bones shot him a glare, "-So I'm asking again, what are you up to?"
"Here, let me finish that."
Bones stabbed at the waffle with his fork just as Jim was sliding it off his plate. It ripped in half, and the half-melted pat of butter dripped onto the table. "Jim," Bones said irritably.
Jim smiled, softer than before, and dropped the stolen half of the waffle back on Bones's plate. "What have you done this morning?" At the glare levelled at him, he added, "Humour me."
The doctor sighed. "Sat on a rock on the beach. Stared at a bridge we see every damn day. Ate breakfast."
"Did I mention your birthday at all?"
"No."
"There you go," Jim said. He took back the waffle piece and stuffed it in his mouth. After he'd chewed and swallowed, he added, "You wanted nothing for your birthday, and that's exactly what I got you. Surprise!" Jim wiggled his hands and grinned at him.
Bones stared at him, and then at the table, trying not to let the twitch of a smile leave the corner of his mouth. When he looked back at Jim, who was still grinning at him while eating his pancakes, Bones lost the battle spectacularly and smiled right back.
"Goddammit, Jim," he muttered, out of habit more than anything else.
"You're welcome, Bones," Jim said pleasantly,