To Many: 5: The Old Ways
To Many: 5: The Old Ways
BY: Wolfa Moon
DIS: Same as it ever was.
SUM: Empathic! McCoy.
Part 1: Link
Part 2: Discovery
Part 3: Go For a walk
Part 4: Sims Happen
TM: McCoy POV
Rage.
Rage.
That emotion and a dash of revenge. All the R emotions. Wanting them all to clear away. I try. But I am struck still as my best friends go up against a semi-emotionless Vulcan. He can try and hide. But it is there. Trying to get Jim to hear reason. To calm him down for his sake and mine.
Then all is silence.
Watching as Jim is hauled off. I am struck still. Spock looks at me. My emotion blank on my face. For they’re so much then silence. Spock stares right into my eyes. Into my soul. His emotions getting back to a straight Vulcan norm. But I can feel his human side. The pain I had felt sweep over me in waves. Now smooth as glass.
“Doctor you are no longer needed on the bridge. I suggest you report to sickbay.” In shock I move to the turbolift. But instead of going to sickbay I follow the trail that the security would have taken Kirk.
But I was to late.
Shit.
TM: Kirk POV
Being dumped not only from the ship but his friend. Now I cross this ice hellhole to find a version of a man I desperately wanted to go round two with. But was even more interesting was when the older man went into my head. Saw his memories. His versions of us. But unlike his version his Bones was empathic. Or was but never registered or trained. A good southern boy.
Letting a memory of his Bones taking him home to his mom’s for the holidays. The first holiday he had in a long time. In such an enriching atmosphere. Also letting his mom learn that he was empathic. Then him learning a few family secrets.
TM: Kirk POV: Memory
The holiday season was approaching. Bone’s mood getting even darker. Must have been because of the picture of the little girl on his desk. Learned a lot about the man. Especially about his daughter. Whom his wife was able to ripe from him. So he could only have supervised visits. No wonder his mood was darkening. Also wasn’t good that during the holidays the hospital patient rate went up. Everybody celebrating their winter holiday.
Just getting in from a late run I find my friend packing his bags. What the hell? I begin to panic. Is he giving up? No, no. Worry in my voice,
“Bones, what’s going on?” sure others were going away fro the holidays. But neither one of them said anything. Bones looked up at him while packing a bag.
“Good you’re here.”
“Yeah I’m here.” Doubt set in. loneliness. Being left behind. McCoy’s hands dropped from packing to rub his temples. Realizing it was me who was causing the pain I tried to reign them in. But I couldn’t help it. I was watching Georgie leave me again.
“Jim, “ I look into his hazel eyes. They are hazed in a slight pinch of pain but then I se what I feel. A reflection. He smiles it away. “Hurry up and pack. I was afraid I was going to have to pack for you. And I am not going anywhere near your closet.” I smile he wasn’t leaving me.
“It’s safe. I clean them,” he glares. “When I can.” He smiles and continues.
“Pack warm.” I go to my closet.
“Where are we going?”
“My mother’s.” I stop and stare at him. He was taking me home. The underachiever. The throwback. The sacrificing fathers son. The player. The …. “Jim.” The voice is stern. I look to him. “You are none of those things. You are a great man. And a best friend. So stop feeling sorry for yourself and hurry up. She’ll be angry if we’re late.” She knew I was coming. A family meal. A proper family get together. I smile.
“Sure thing bones.” My heart smiles. So do his features. Feeling the warmth. So much warmth.
TM: McCoy POV
I was examining one of the Vulcan elders when I felt it. That signature that I could never displace. The elder flinched. Looking into her eyes. I wonder if she felt what I did. Or did she feel me and my gift. Expanding it a little to feel what the controlled woman before me felt. Her emotional control was faltering.
“Would you please desist what ever you are doing.”
“My apologies mam
“You are not betazoid.
“No mam, I’m human.
“Yet you have a talent, fascinating.” I smile at her.
“One of a kind.
“No not one.” Looking into her eyes I see a tiny bit of what she does. “You have great potential. So does the other you know closely. But there is a third. And when you are together. Nothing will every happen to thee. “ Looking at her I wonder what sight she sees. “You must hurry.” Nodding I let the waves take over.
TM: McCoy POV
Top of Form
Running to the bridge I am hit by the turmoil. They say Vulcan’s are emotionless. Boys are they wrong. They are just in more control of them.
I try to loan whatever we have to help Jim. But he ignores it. Maybe a little to help him breath. Facing this onslaught.
Then the switch is thrown. Winding out of control at the change. I back away as struck. Shock.
Then there are waves cascading along my shore. Welcoming them as they do. No longer a storm. But those glacier eyes look to me after looking to his patriarch. Knowing I felt his maelstrom. Breathing I sense him try to get back in control. Faltering.
“Emotional compromised.” I can only nod. For this is compromised to a Vulcan. Earlier I felt the same. Him trying to tame my maelstrom. But I was in full swing. Yet he was smooth as ice. My shores though were rocky as hell, treacherous. He had ejected Jim. The two never melding.
Now his storm skimmed my shore. I let him pass but still held onto some as I felt Jim’s waves of success, pride, fear, and an underlying of disbelief.
“Well, congratulations, Jim. Now we've got no Captain and no goddamn first officer to replace him.”
“Yeah we do.” I watch the storm settle in the captain’s chair.
“What?”
“Pike made him first officer.” Sulu informed us.
“You've got to be kidding me.”
“Thanks for the support.” A storm builds.
“I sure hope you know what you're doing, Captain.” The clip of captain like thunder.
“So do I.”
My mind ringed as one more storm collided with Jim’s wave that I was unexpecting. Damn, Ny.
To much I falter back. So many storms in such a short time. Ny lays a hand on me. Her storm calm now. She is great with tones. Like me and emotions. Her’s is voice. Nodding to her I’m ok. In the back of my mind I follow Spock. Feel it change. Following the rainbow of emotions then back to the calm quiet, subtle ripples. Urging to become more. Getting ready. Thinking. Planning. Just as we are now.
Jim is trying to maintain the balance. Me just trying to maintain. Then the kid so hyper. So full of raw emotion. So uncontrolled. Jim staying close by. Being my barrier reef, man made.
Now storms circle before me. Colliding into one. As the newcomer says. ‘Fascinating.’ Watching the storms meld.
Song:
The old ways: Lorena McKennit
AN: Don’t know if I should add sex in anywhere? Should I or would it demean everything?
Part 6: Feeling of Home
BY: Wolfa Moon
DIS: Same as it ever was.
SUM: Empathic! McCoy.
Part 1: Link
Part 2: Discovery
Part 3: Go For a walk
Part 4: Sims Happen
TM: McCoy POV
Rage.
Rage.
That emotion and a dash of revenge. All the R emotions. Wanting them all to clear away. I try. But I am struck still as my best friends go up against a semi-emotionless Vulcan. He can try and hide. But it is there. Trying to get Jim to hear reason. To calm him down for his sake and mine.
Then all is silence.
Watching as Jim is hauled off. I am struck still. Spock looks at me. My emotion blank on my face. For they’re so much then silence. Spock stares right into my eyes. Into my soul. His emotions getting back to a straight Vulcan norm. But I can feel his human side. The pain I had felt sweep over me in waves. Now smooth as glass.
“Doctor you are no longer needed on the bridge. I suggest you report to sickbay.” In shock I move to the turbolift. But instead of going to sickbay I follow the trail that the security would have taken Kirk.
But I was to late.
Shit.
TM: Kirk POV
Being dumped not only from the ship but his friend. Now I cross this ice hellhole to find a version of a man I desperately wanted to go round two with. But was even more interesting was when the older man went into my head. Saw his memories. His versions of us. But unlike his version his Bones was empathic. Or was but never registered or trained. A good southern boy.
Letting a memory of his Bones taking him home to his mom’s for the holidays. The first holiday he had in a long time. In such an enriching atmosphere. Also letting his mom learn that he was empathic. Then him learning a few family secrets.
TM: Kirk POV: Memory
The holiday season was approaching. Bone’s mood getting even darker. Must have been because of the picture of the little girl on his desk. Learned a lot about the man. Especially about his daughter. Whom his wife was able to ripe from him. So he could only have supervised visits. No wonder his mood was darkening. Also wasn’t good that during the holidays the hospital patient rate went up. Everybody celebrating their winter holiday.
Just getting in from a late run I find my friend packing his bags. What the hell? I begin to panic. Is he giving up? No, no. Worry in my voice,
“Bones, what’s going on?” sure others were going away fro the holidays. But neither one of them said anything. Bones looked up at him while packing a bag.
“Good you’re here.”
“Yeah I’m here.” Doubt set in. loneliness. Being left behind. McCoy’s hands dropped from packing to rub his temples. Realizing it was me who was causing the pain I tried to reign them in. But I couldn’t help it. I was watching Georgie leave me again.
“Jim, “ I look into his hazel eyes. They are hazed in a slight pinch of pain but then I se what I feel. A reflection. He smiles it away. “Hurry up and pack. I was afraid I was going to have to pack for you. And I am not going anywhere near your closet.” I smile he wasn’t leaving me.
“It’s safe. I clean them,” he glares. “When I can.” He smiles and continues.
“Pack warm.” I go to my closet.
“Where are we going?”
“My mother’s.” I stop and stare at him. He was taking me home. The underachiever. The throwback. The sacrificing fathers son. The player. The …. “Jim.” The voice is stern. I look to him. “You are none of those things. You are a great man. And a best friend. So stop feeling sorry for yourself and hurry up. She’ll be angry if we’re late.” She knew I was coming. A family meal. A proper family get together. I smile.
“Sure thing bones.” My heart smiles. So do his features. Feeling the warmth. So much warmth.
TM: McCoy POV
I was examining one of the Vulcan elders when I felt it. That signature that I could never displace. The elder flinched. Looking into her eyes. I wonder if she felt what I did. Or did she feel me and my gift. Expanding it a little to feel what the controlled woman before me felt. Her emotional control was faltering.
“Would you please desist what ever you are doing.”
“My apologies mam
“You are not betazoid.
“No mam, I’m human.
“Yet you have a talent, fascinating.” I smile at her.
“One of a kind.
“No not one.” Looking into her eyes I see a tiny bit of what she does. “You have great potential. So does the other you know closely. But there is a third. And when you are together. Nothing will every happen to thee. “ Looking at her I wonder what sight she sees. “You must hurry.” Nodding I let the waves take over.
TM: McCoy POV
Top of Form
Running to the bridge I am hit by the turmoil. They say Vulcan’s are emotionless. Boys are they wrong. They are just in more control of them.
I try to loan whatever we have to help Jim. But he ignores it. Maybe a little to help him breath. Facing this onslaught.
Then the switch is thrown. Winding out of control at the change. I back away as struck. Shock.
Then there are waves cascading along my shore. Welcoming them as they do. No longer a storm. But those glacier eyes look to me after looking to his patriarch. Knowing I felt his maelstrom. Breathing I sense him try to get back in control. Faltering.
“Emotional compromised.” I can only nod. For this is compromised to a Vulcan. Earlier I felt the same. Him trying to tame my maelstrom. But I was in full swing. Yet he was smooth as ice. My shores though were rocky as hell, treacherous. He had ejected Jim. The two never melding.
Now his storm skimmed my shore. I let him pass but still held onto some as I felt Jim’s waves of success, pride, fear, and an underlying of disbelief.
“Well, congratulations, Jim. Now we've got no Captain and no goddamn first officer to replace him.”
“Yeah we do.” I watch the storm settle in the captain’s chair.
“What?”
“Pike made him first officer.” Sulu informed us.
“You've got to be kidding me.”
“Thanks for the support.” A storm builds.
“I sure hope you know what you're doing, Captain.” The clip of captain like thunder.
“So do I.”
My mind ringed as one more storm collided with Jim’s wave that I was unexpecting. Damn, Ny.
To much I falter back. So many storms in such a short time. Ny lays a hand on me. Her storm calm now. She is great with tones. Like me and emotions. Her’s is voice. Nodding to her I’m ok. In the back of my mind I follow Spock. Feel it change. Following the rainbow of emotions then back to the calm quiet, subtle ripples. Urging to become more. Getting ready. Thinking. Planning. Just as we are now.
Jim is trying to maintain the balance. Me just trying to maintain. Then the kid so hyper. So full of raw emotion. So uncontrolled. Jim staying close by. Being my barrier reef, man made.
Now storms circle before me. Colliding into one. As the newcomer says. ‘Fascinating.’ Watching the storms meld.
Song:
The old ways: Lorena McKennit
AN: Don’t know if I should add sex in anywhere? Should I or would it demean everything?
Part 6: Feeling of Home