Star Trek: Reboot fic
I'm supposed to be doing the laundry before I get ready for work. But something in my med combo seems to be making me randomly twitchy. Like, a lot. So I tried to write to see if it would go away. And this happened.
Four Times Leonard McCoy Spends the Night with James T. Kirk
And the One Time He Watches Jim Sleep with Spock Instead
1: Bare-assed naked
"Alaska," Bones says for the ninth time in as many minutes.
"It's a good place for survival training; I hear it's a lot like space," Jim finally returns. "Cold, dark, and empty."
"You forgot 'full of diseases'," Bones says, shivering closer in the shared sleeping bag. "I guess that's what you're here for."
"When the rescuers come, I'm going to tell them that you killed yourself," Jim promises, rubbing warmth into him.
2: Stinking Drunk
"'It's just one drink' he says," Bones mutters furiously. "'What could it hurt' he says."
"Bones, they're bein' real un-friendly to me," Jim slurs, slumping against his captor's broad back.
"Gee, you think?" Bones shoots back, trying to touch as little of his captor as possible.
"I don't think I like it here, Bones," says Jim as they're dump unceremoniously into a cell.
"You don't like alien prison. Imagine that," Bones grumps. "That's too bad, Jim, seeing as to how it's all up to Spock to negotiate our bail and you just know that pointy eared bastard is cheap."
"I don't like it here, Bones; it makes me puke."
"What do you mean it makes you-oh, good god, man!"
"I don't feel so good."
Surveying his friend, Bones sighed. "Really. You don't say." He sighed again. "C'mon. Let's get you wiped down and settled in. I have the feeling it's going to be a long night."
3: Dead Drunk
"I don't know which was worse-calling the family or actually telling the family," Kirk says, swishing his drink in his glass before knocking it back.
Bones refills Kirk's glass and adds a bit more to his own. "I know," he sighs. "Believe me, I know."
"He was hardly older than Chekov," Kirk says, anger creeping into his hopeless tone. "He was barely more than a kid and I-" he gets to his feet abruptly.
"It happens, Jim." Bones stands and puts a hand on his shoulder, pushing him back down to the chair and pushing his glass back into his hand. "It happens. More than it should. But you keep it down to less than it could."
"That's comforting. I don't know if that's supposed to be comforting of if it's just the alcohol," Jim says. "But I-that sort of works."
"Bit of both," says McCoy thinking whatever works.
4: The time it really hurt
"You have all ten fingers and all ten toes, all four limbs and your rock-hard head," McCoy told him. "So help you god if you do something to change that before I decided you're well enough for me to kill you myself."
"Your bedside manner is so comforting," Kirk groaned. "Do they teach you that in med school? Because if they don't, you could teach that class."
"Brave words from a man pumped full of most of the med-bay stock of painkillers," sniffed McCoy. "Now shut up and let me think of a way to word this so the Starfleet brass don't think you've got yourself a pretty little death wish."
5: Beneath the stars
Jim slumped to the side, snoring faintly.
"Good night, Cinderella," Bones muttered. "He does that," he explained kindly. "Out like a little light after a day of mountain climbing. Wakes up like a bear if you try and move him."
Spock stared down at the head on his shoulder with a look of affronted Vulcan dignity-namely it was a blank look with horror just behind the eyes. "I see."
Bones smiled. "S'more, Spock?"
Four Times Leonard McCoy Spends the Night with James T. Kirk
And the One Time He Watches Jim Sleep with Spock Instead
1: Bare-assed naked
"Alaska," Bones says for the ninth time in as many minutes.
"It's a good place for survival training; I hear it's a lot like space," Jim finally returns. "Cold, dark, and empty."
"You forgot 'full of diseases'," Bones says, shivering closer in the shared sleeping bag. "I guess that's what you're here for."
"When the rescuers come, I'm going to tell them that you killed yourself," Jim promises, rubbing warmth into him.
2: Stinking Drunk
"'It's just one drink' he says," Bones mutters furiously. "'What could it hurt' he says."
"Bones, they're bein' real un-friendly to me," Jim slurs, slumping against his captor's broad back.
"Gee, you think?" Bones shoots back, trying to touch as little of his captor as possible.
"I don't think I like it here, Bones," says Jim as they're dump unceremoniously into a cell.
"You don't like alien prison. Imagine that," Bones grumps. "That's too bad, Jim, seeing as to how it's all up to Spock to negotiate our bail and you just know that pointy eared bastard is cheap."
"I don't like it here, Bones; it makes me puke."
"What do you mean it makes you-oh, good god, man!"
"I don't feel so good."
Surveying his friend, Bones sighed. "Really. You don't say." He sighed again. "C'mon. Let's get you wiped down and settled in. I have the feeling it's going to be a long night."
3: Dead Drunk
"I don't know which was worse-calling the family or actually telling the family," Kirk says, swishing his drink in his glass before knocking it back.
Bones refills Kirk's glass and adds a bit more to his own. "I know," he sighs. "Believe me, I know."
"He was hardly older than Chekov," Kirk says, anger creeping into his hopeless tone. "He was barely more than a kid and I-" he gets to his feet abruptly.
"It happens, Jim." Bones stands and puts a hand on his shoulder, pushing him back down to the chair and pushing his glass back into his hand. "It happens. More than it should. But you keep it down to less than it could."
"That's comforting. I don't know if that's supposed to be comforting of if it's just the alcohol," Jim says. "But I-that sort of works."
"Bit of both," says McCoy thinking whatever works.
4: The time it really hurt
"You have all ten fingers and all ten toes, all four limbs and your rock-hard head," McCoy told him. "So help you god if you do something to change that before I decided you're well enough for me to kill you myself."
"Your bedside manner is so comforting," Kirk groaned. "Do they teach you that in med school? Because if they don't, you could teach that class."
"Brave words from a man pumped full of most of the med-bay stock of painkillers," sniffed McCoy. "Now shut up and let me think of a way to word this so the Starfleet brass don't think you've got yourself a pretty little death wish."
5: Beneath the stars
Jim slumped to the side, snoring faintly.
"Good night, Cinderella," Bones muttered. "He does that," he explained kindly. "Out like a little light after a day of mountain climbing. Wakes up like a bear if you try and move him."
Spock stared down at the head on his shoulder with a look of affronted Vulcan dignity-namely it was a blank look with horror just behind the eyes. "I see."
Bones smiled. "S'more, Spock?"