Fic: Sunny Showers
Title: Sunny Showers
Beta: blcwriter
Rating: Pg
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: If I owned these boys, I’d hopefully be too busy to write.
Doctor Leonard Horatio McCoy is a beautiful man. I have learned beside him, worked beside him and lived beside him. He is my reason to smile, my reason to get out of bed in the morning. I am enchanted with him, have even renamed him in order to keep at least a small piece of the man to myself.
I am compelled to watch him every chance I get. His habitual scowls have become endearing. The barking laugh he makes when an idiot makes a stupid comment have warmed my heart. The compression of full lips into lines so thin they could cut is indicative of extreme anger or sadness, but I have always thought that meant he cared. Yes, I thought I had known all of the expressions that would contort the face of my Bones. Until his little Georgia Sunshine, his daughter, came bouncing off the shuttle this morning and into her loving father’s arms, I didn’t know just how wrong I was.
Then and now, when the two brunettes are traversing the herb gardens by the medical dorms that we share and making use of the summer sun, I am struck by the sheer brilliance of what shows on his face. I find myself viewing a side of Bones that I’ve never seen. He is smiling; he hasn’t stopped since the first upward twitch of his lips when he saw Joanna running towards him. This wasn’t just the small upturn of the lips or one of the smirks I had received during the years I had known him but an honest to God smile, an I could die happy right now smiles.
I had been invited to join the McCoys, but even with one calling me Uncle, I did not feel that I had the right to intrude on a family moment. My doctor is beautiful wearing a scowl, but even more gorgeous wearing a smile basking in the presence of his daughter with summer rays shining on them both. Joanna is the sun that lights up his life. If only I could tell him, he is mine.
I close the shades and turn away; some things are too bright to look at straight on.
***
Cadet James Tiberius Kirk is like a supernova. He is sheer brilliance, but if his approach to dangerous situations is any indication, he is likely to burn out sooner rather than later. I patch him up, attempt to steady him when he is on shaky ground and am too stubborn to leave even when he wants me to. I do not want this light to be extinguished too quickly and will do everything I can to stop it.
I am pulled to this man child who may have a death wish -- he at least lacks a very strong life wish. If I were confident enough to push, I would offer him a multitude of reasons to live. Most involve my taking on a role in his life far more beyond that of a friend, but I am too scared of being burned. There are signs that he might feel the same. Signs like the fact that he has been staring at Joanna and me from the dorm window for the last few minutes despite turning down the invitation to join us. Yet, there is one rule I cannot break no matter how much I want to. Even excluding the factor of my own insecurities, Jim has a problem with being backed into a corner. Despite my belief that I am not projecting my own feelings onto the situation and that there is a mutual yearning for an upgrade to our relationship, any change needs to be started by Jim. He has to make the first move.
The blinds close, and I no longer feel the weight of Jim’s gaze on my skin. I still have my daughter with me, but the sun no longer seems as bright. The plants no longer seem as lively. For the first time since moving to San Francisco, a city that experiences the frequent and unpredictable storms that plagues most coastlines, I find myself praying for rain. I usually love the sun, and will bask in its rays for hours. But this time I wish for clouds to cover its brightness as mine has been covered. Rain would give us an excuse to join Jim inside.
My daughter is in my arms and the sun is shining. By all rights, I should be happy. Joanna is my sun that lights up my life, but I need Jim, my supernova, to actually chase the darkness away.
***
Uncle Jim and my Daddy are boys who have cooties, but I like them anyway. Daddy always knows how to make me smile when I really want to cry and forget that Mommy left me to go on a trip with Clay, the boy with cooties who I don’t like at all. He’s also really good at fixing me when I fall and scrape my knee. Sometimes I wish he wasn’t so good though, girls are so much better than boys, but Justin at school has a scar and I don’t.
I’m just starting to know Uncle Jim, but I do know enough for me to like him. He makes my Daddy happy, and I will always want that. I almost kicked him in the shin when he said no to staying outside with us, but I’ve already been told many times that little ladies don’t do that, and if they do, then it can embarrass their fathers. Calling him a horned-tailed lizard bastard like Justin does bullies wouldn’t have worked either.
Daddy had still been happy for a while after Jim went inside. Dammit Uncle Jim, why did you have to close the blinds? Now Daddy has that sad look on his face. I want him to smile again!
“Daddy, can we go inside and play with Uncle Jim?”
Daddy starts to grin down at me. See! Girls are smarter than boys.
Beta: blcwriter
Rating: Pg
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: If I owned these boys, I’d hopefully be too busy to write.
Doctor Leonard Horatio McCoy is a beautiful man. I have learned beside him, worked beside him and lived beside him. He is my reason to smile, my reason to get out of bed in the morning. I am enchanted with him, have even renamed him in order to keep at least a small piece of the man to myself.
I am compelled to watch him every chance I get. His habitual scowls have become endearing. The barking laugh he makes when an idiot makes a stupid comment have warmed my heart. The compression of full lips into lines so thin they could cut is indicative of extreme anger or sadness, but I have always thought that meant he cared. Yes, I thought I had known all of the expressions that would contort the face of my Bones. Until his little Georgia Sunshine, his daughter, came bouncing off the shuttle this morning and into her loving father’s arms, I didn’t know just how wrong I was.
Then and now, when the two brunettes are traversing the herb gardens by the medical dorms that we share and making use of the summer sun, I am struck by the sheer brilliance of what shows on his face. I find myself viewing a side of Bones that I’ve never seen. He is smiling; he hasn’t stopped since the first upward twitch of his lips when he saw Joanna running towards him. This wasn’t just the small upturn of the lips or one of the smirks I had received during the years I had known him but an honest to God smile, an I could die happy right now smiles.
I had been invited to join the McCoys, but even with one calling me Uncle, I did not feel that I had the right to intrude on a family moment. My doctor is beautiful wearing a scowl, but even more gorgeous wearing a smile basking in the presence of his daughter with summer rays shining on them both. Joanna is the sun that lights up his life. If only I could tell him, he is mine.
I close the shades and turn away; some things are too bright to look at straight on.
***
Cadet James Tiberius Kirk is like a supernova. He is sheer brilliance, but if his approach to dangerous situations is any indication, he is likely to burn out sooner rather than later. I patch him up, attempt to steady him when he is on shaky ground and am too stubborn to leave even when he wants me to. I do not want this light to be extinguished too quickly and will do everything I can to stop it.
I am pulled to this man child who may have a death wish -- he at least lacks a very strong life wish. If I were confident enough to push, I would offer him a multitude of reasons to live. Most involve my taking on a role in his life far more beyond that of a friend, but I am too scared of being burned. There are signs that he might feel the same. Signs like the fact that he has been staring at Joanna and me from the dorm window for the last few minutes despite turning down the invitation to join us. Yet, there is one rule I cannot break no matter how much I want to. Even excluding the factor of my own insecurities, Jim has a problem with being backed into a corner. Despite my belief that I am not projecting my own feelings onto the situation and that there is a mutual yearning for an upgrade to our relationship, any change needs to be started by Jim. He has to make the first move.
The blinds close, and I no longer feel the weight of Jim’s gaze on my skin. I still have my daughter with me, but the sun no longer seems as bright. The plants no longer seem as lively. For the first time since moving to San Francisco, a city that experiences the frequent and unpredictable storms that plagues most coastlines, I find myself praying for rain. I usually love the sun, and will bask in its rays for hours. But this time I wish for clouds to cover its brightness as mine has been covered. Rain would give us an excuse to join Jim inside.
My daughter is in my arms and the sun is shining. By all rights, I should be happy. Joanna is my sun that lights up my life, but I need Jim, my supernova, to actually chase the darkness away.
***
Uncle Jim and my Daddy are boys who have cooties, but I like them anyway. Daddy always knows how to make me smile when I really want to cry and forget that Mommy left me to go on a trip with Clay, the boy with cooties who I don’t like at all. He’s also really good at fixing me when I fall and scrape my knee. Sometimes I wish he wasn’t so good though, girls are so much better than boys, but Justin at school has a scar and I don’t.
I’m just starting to know Uncle Jim, but I do know enough for me to like him. He makes my Daddy happy, and I will always want that. I almost kicked him in the shin when he said no to staying outside with us, but I’ve already been told many times that little ladies don’t do that, and if they do, then it can embarrass their fathers. Calling him a horned-tailed lizard bastard like Justin does bullies wouldn’t have worked either.
Daddy had still been happy for a while after Jim went inside. Dammit Uncle Jim, why did you have to close the blinds? Now Daddy has that sad look on his face. I want him to smile again!
“Daddy, can we go inside and play with Uncle Jim?”
Daddy starts to grin down at me. See! Girls are smarter than boys.