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Oh dear! I wrote some Kirk/McCoy fic. It's friendshippy though, so at least I don't have to feel too bad. Although I plan on writing lots and lots more. And it's Pike POV which new!verse Pike is the shit and I love him and he's great.
Two Against One
~2465 words, PG-13, Kirk/McCoy friendship Pike POV, Star Trek XI- set during Jim Kirk and Leonard 'Bones' McCoy's days at the Academy
Christopher would almost think it was cute except cadets aren’t cute.
Some silly, funny, fighting, drunken times during Bones and Kirk's early Academy days.
Captain Christopher Pike is seriously thinking about finding a way to go back in time to stop himself from challenging James T Kirk to join Starfleet.
It had seemed like a good idea at the time. Kirk had been bright, extremely bright and Christopher knew, just knew that he could be something, that he could be the best captain that Starfleet had the fortune of churning out.
If he could just get over his little problem of getting into drunken bar fights.
Christopher should’ve known that Kirk was going to be a problem. Hell, he’d anticipated it considering he’d found the kid broken and bleeding and a few punches away from a serious concussion the first time they met. Then there’d been the incident, fresh off the shuttle for new cadets and already three sheets to the wind.
Kirk had just smiled and giggled and hung all over his partner in crime.
Christopher Pike would later learn said partner in crime’s name. A doctor Leonard McCoy that the collective Admiralty of Starfleet had practically wet itself to get because apparently he was brilliant.
He didn’t seem so brilliant when he was hanging all over a twenty-two year old kid, laughing just as easily.
Christopher had just smiled and shook his head and hoped to god that Kirk made it through his first week.
But then he had and all Christopher heard were praises from the kid’s teachers, the higher ups telling him he’d made a wise decision in bringing Cadet Kirk to Starfleet, even though he’s earned himself a demerit or two.
Six months in, Christopher got the call.
He’d known it would be good planning to alert the local bar owners around the Academy that if Jim Kirk ever got into a fight, they were to call him and not the campus police or any other police for that matter. He’d hoped that it wouldn’t come to that, but he knew the odds.
A good captain knows all the possible outcomes and plans ahead.
So while he’s a little bit miffed that he has to drag his ass out of bed at three o’clock in the morning to pick Kirk up at some campus dive, he can’t say that he’s all that surprised.
He’s not surprised to see Kirk’s face, beaten and bruised and bloody. He’s not surprised to see that he pretty much gave as good as he got and he’s not really surprised to learn that the whole thing started over a girl.
What he is surprised to see is Doctor McCoy already treating Kirk’s wounds, fresh bruise forming on his right eye and he’s muttering and wrapping up Kirk’s hand.
“Serve you right if your stupid pretty face got permanently disfigured,” McCoy mutters.
“But than it wouldn’t be pretty anymore,” Kirk says.
His words are slurred and his hand, the one that McCoy isn’t bandaging up, is petting McCoy’s hair. McCoy seems too busy patching him up to make Kirk stop.
“Yeah, a great loss to humanity that would be.”
Kirk giggles and then he snorts and then he moans in pain because he nose must be broken and McCoy shakes his head.
“Ow,” Kirk says and he’s pouting like a two year old and McCoy just rolls his eyes and slaps him on the knee.
“Don’t do that.”
“’S your fault,” Kirk says petulantly.
McCoy heaves one of those long suffering sighs.
“How in God’s name is any of this my fault?”
Kirk rolls his eyes.
“You made me laugh,” Kirk says tone accusatory and McCoy closes his eyes and there are a few moments of silence before McCoy lets out another big sigh and shakes his head.
“Because laughing is your major problem right now.”
“My nose is broken,” Kirk says, pouting bottom lip busted and bloody.
“Yeah and who’s fault is that? It certainly isn’t mine.”
Kirk hums and suddenly he’s coughing a bit violently and the frown on McCoy’s face deepens with worry.
“I didn’t know she had a boyfriend,” Kirk says after he’s done coughing.
McCoy rolls his eyes.
“Like it would’ve made a lick of difference.”
“It would have.”
“Sure,” McCoy says, his tone sarcastic and he looks like he doesn’t believe a word Kirk’s saying.
McCoy pulls something out of a bag and it looks like an antiseptic. He dabs a piece of cloth and starts sweeping it over Kirk’s face.
“Ow, that stings. You care a medkit with you everywhere?”
“Only when I’m out with you,” McCoy mutters.
Kirk turns his face and Christopher watches as his good eye narrows slightly.
“Hey, hey did he hit you?”
Kirk’s hand moves from McCoy’s hair to his right eye, fingers poking and prodding and Christopher can see McCoy wince, but he doesn’t move Kirk’s hand.
“Hey, did he hit you? Because if he hit you, I could…” Kirk asks again, tone turning belligerent, but there’s a hint of something gentle and worrying.
“What? Let him use you for a punching bag again?”
Kirk frowns.
“Bones.”
“No, he didn’t hit me.”
“Then how did…”
“Jim, would you quit poking at my face. That hurts.”
“Oh. Sorry.”
But Kirk doesn’t move his hand away. His fingers move down McCoy’s face, flat and caressing on McCoy’s cheek. It’s a gesture that speaks volumes, even more so do to the fact that it doesn’t seem to bother McCoy at all to have Kirk’s fingers on his face like that, Kirk’s good eye looking at him critically even through his drunken haze.
They’ve had six months and in that time Christopher knows they’ve roomed together, that they’ve eaten lunch together whenever Kirk wasn’t in class or McCoy wasn’t busy creating extra work for himself in the medical labs. They’ve latched onto one another and it’s a little odd given their extremely different histories, but they seem to be making it working.
Kirk still a smartass, stubborn, slightly cocky kid and McCoy. Well Christopher doesn’t know the man well enough to speak to his character, but there are plenty of medical personnel that complain about his gruff attitude for word to get around. Christopher thinks you can’t change too much about a man, but at least they’ve both got friends, which might have been difficult for McCoy considering Starfleet’s recruits tend to be almost six years younger than him.
“How? How’d your face get all messed up then?”
McCoy glares.
“After I elbowed that guy in the throat to get him off of you, his girlfriend sucker punched me,” he mutters.
It’s probably because he’s drunk that Kirk doesn’t catch his laughter and McCoy’s glares narrows, eyes throwing daggers and Kirk gives him one of those smiles that Kirk gives everyone.
McCoy doesn’t seem to buy it.
“Yeah, see if I help you ever again.”
“Oh, Bones, don’t be difficult,” Kirk says cupping McCoy’s cheek.
“I’m not the one who’s being difficult. God, you’re completely impossible, you know that? You can’t just keep getting into fights, Jim. Someone’s gonna notice. You could at least try and make sure they don’t have a big hulking mass masquerading as a human male before you hit on them. I’m not going to come out with you anymore if you can’t at least try to act like an adult. I honestly don’t know why I even put up with you now.”
Christopher pauses because this is the first time that he’s heard about any fights, but there’s something about the way McCoy says it, desperate and a little pleading, but all of that masked in a gruff and angry tone, lets Christopher know that it’s probably the truth.
“Bones.”
“Seriously, Jim. Completely impossible.”
Kirk’s smile gets wider, his eyes softer and it’s not a charming smile. It’s a pretty dorky smile and he pats McCoy’s face and sighs.
“I am totally possible and you put up with me because your life would be bereft without me in it. Of course same goes for me. I don’t know what I’d do if I didn’t have your sparkling personality and company in my life,” Kirk says.
His tone is completely serious and Christopher would think that Kirk is the most arrogant son of a bitch to ever walk the earth, except McCoy is just rolling his eyes and laughing slightly, breath coming out in huffs like it’s some big joke and Kirk’s still got that same ridiculously dorky smile on his face.
Christopher would almost think it was cute except cadets aren’t cute.
Especially not ones that get him out of bed at three o’clock in the morning.
“Great. Please just shoot me in the head now,” McCoy says dryly.
“That could be arranged, Doctor,” Christopher says.
He watches as McCoy jumps a little in his seat and Kirk looks up at him with lazy, unfocused eyes and Christopher walks over to where they’re sitting. He can smell the alcohol on Kirk and a good amount on McCoy, but McCoy at least seems to have his cognitive wits about him. He straightens, back stiff and arched and Christopher think he’d be standing if it weren’t for the doctor thing.
McCoy, at least, has some respect for authority. At least until they prove that they’re completely incompetent or pencil pushing.
The same cannot be said for Kirk.
His smile changes back to that one that he thinks charms everyone and Christopher has to resist the urge to rolls his eyes. He has a feeling that a lot of people have to when they’re in Kirk’s presence. However, probably a good majority of them smile back.
“Captain Pike,” Kirk says loudly, over-enthusiasm dripping in his words.
“How’re you this evening?”
“It’s the morning and fairly displeased, Cadet Kirk,” Christopher says dryly.
“Oh?” Kirk says all feigned innocence and he’s actually pretty good at that even with the bruises all over his face.
“Yes. I do not like being dragged out of my bed at three o’clock in the morning for a bar brawl.”
Kirk waves his good hand.
“Oh, that. Sorry, sir. I didn’t know they would call you for that. Everything’s under control.”
Christopher raises an eyebrow and sighs.
“Captain,” McCoy opens his mouth and Christopher puts his hand up.
McCoy frowns at him like he wants to say more, but he purses his lips and Christopher nods.
“A word, Doctor McCoy.”
McCoy’s frown deepens, but he gets out of his seat and Christopher walks away a little, far enough that if he speaks softly, Kirk probably won’t hear him and McCoy follows him.
“Captain, it was just a misunderstanding. Cadet Kirk…”
“Exactly how many fights has he gotten into in the past six months, Doctor McCoy?”
McCoy bites his lips, eyes wandering over to where Kirk is sitting and Christopher marvels a little at the completely loyalty that McCoy’s showing. Six months and Kirk already has McCoy’s trust.
Christopher thinks if the positions were reversed, Kirk would be even more adamant about not speaking out.
“He’s not going to get in trouble,” Christopher says.
McCoy still looks conflicted, but he sighs and nods.
“Just two. And those were people trying to get a rise out of him because of his dad and all. He wasn’t even drinking, just this time, which probably isn’t good, but he’s usually better at picking girls who are willing and…”
McCoy’s talking a mile a minute and it’s kind of amusing. Christopher would like to see what he’s like during an engagement, hurt personnel and crew and McCoy barking out orders in his Southern drawl that should be lazy considering all the Southerners that Christopher’s ever met, but just isn’t.
“Alright, McCoy. I get it. Still…”
“You still have to give him a demerit. Which is fine, but you should also give that big meathead one too and his girlfriend.”
“And you?”
McCoy’s lips purse again and he slowly nods.
“If you think it fair, sir. Look, all I’m saying is that the situation got out of hand and Jim…”
“Are you Cadet Kirk’s lawyer? Because I thought for sure you were his nursemaid.”
McCoy glares and there’s that fiery passion that’s been whispered about through the halls of the Academy.
“Neither. I’m… I’m his friend.”
Christopher smiles and he thinks McCoy is probably a lot more than that, but there’s a weird look on McCoy’s face like he can’t believe he’s even Kirk’s friend, let alone the reason Kirk hasn’t gotten into more fights or kicked out even.
“Well, then, let me say that you’re a good one.”
“A good one?”
“Friend, lawyer, nursemaid. Take your pick.”
“Sir, I…”
“I was going to give him a stern talking to. Maybe a kick in the pants. Fighting isn’t tolerated, Doctor McCoy.”
“I understand, Captain. But…”
“I wasn’t finished. Fighting isn’t tolerated, but, since it happened off campus and since it seems that you handled things before they got out of control, albeit probably not in the best manner… perhaps all parties involved can get off with a stern warning and I can get a promise that I’ll never be woken up at three in the morning for fighting.”
McCoy’s lips quirk and it’s not quite a smile, but Christopher thinks it’s the closest he’s ever going to get out of McCoy.
“I’m sure it won’t,” he says hurriedly.
Christopher nods and looks over at Kirk who’s drooling, eyes closed and he hears McCoy sigh again.
“You should probably get him home,” Christopher says.
McCoy frowns.
“Great. I, um… I don’t suppose you’d mind giving us a lift?” McCoy says, trying for charming and it sort of works with the accent, but not really.
Still, it’s not McCoy’s fault that Kirk’s drunk off his ass and close to snoring. The bar isn’t that far from the dorms, but he can’t imagine what the trek would be like dragging along dead weight.
“Sure,” Christopher says.
McCoy gives him another one of those half smiles and goes to get Kirk who gurgles and groans and wraps his arm tightly around McCoy’s shoulders.
“I don’t feel so good,” Kirk mumbles.
“Yeah, well, when I get you back to the dorm, I’ll think about giving you something to keep you from getting a hangover,” McCoy says, voice low.
“Thanks, Bones.”
“Yeah, thank me by not getting into anymore fights. Fights are bad, remember. We talked about this,” McCoy says.
Christopher thinks he thinks his voice is low, but it sort of carries in the empty bar. At least enough so Christopher can here.
“Right, fighting bad. Fighting is bad. Because… because?”
“Because it could get you kicked out and then you’d be bereft of my sparkling personality and company.”
Kirk snorts.
“Right, right, can’t have that.”
Christopher smiles.
He has a feeling it’ll be a long while before he has to get up at three in morning again.
FIN
Two Against One
~2465 words, PG-13, Kirk/McCoy friendship Pike POV, Star Trek XI- set during Jim Kirk and Leonard 'Bones' McCoy's days at the Academy
Christopher would almost think it was cute except cadets aren’t cute.
Some silly, funny, fighting, drunken times during Bones and Kirk's early Academy days.
Captain Christopher Pike is seriously thinking about finding a way to go back in time to stop himself from challenging James T Kirk to join Starfleet.
It had seemed like a good idea at the time. Kirk had been bright, extremely bright and Christopher knew, just knew that he could be something, that he could be the best captain that Starfleet had the fortune of churning out.
If he could just get over his little problem of getting into drunken bar fights.
Christopher should’ve known that Kirk was going to be a problem. Hell, he’d anticipated it considering he’d found the kid broken and bleeding and a few punches away from a serious concussion the first time they met. Then there’d been the incident, fresh off the shuttle for new cadets and already three sheets to the wind.
Kirk had just smiled and giggled and hung all over his partner in crime.
Christopher Pike would later learn said partner in crime’s name. A doctor Leonard McCoy that the collective Admiralty of Starfleet had practically wet itself to get because apparently he was brilliant.
He didn’t seem so brilliant when he was hanging all over a twenty-two year old kid, laughing just as easily.
Christopher had just smiled and shook his head and hoped to god that Kirk made it through his first week.
But then he had and all Christopher heard were praises from the kid’s teachers, the higher ups telling him he’d made a wise decision in bringing Cadet Kirk to Starfleet, even though he’s earned himself a demerit or two.
Six months in, Christopher got the call.
He’d known it would be good planning to alert the local bar owners around the Academy that if Jim Kirk ever got into a fight, they were to call him and not the campus police or any other police for that matter. He’d hoped that it wouldn’t come to that, but he knew the odds.
A good captain knows all the possible outcomes and plans ahead.
So while he’s a little bit miffed that he has to drag his ass out of bed at three o’clock in the morning to pick Kirk up at some campus dive, he can’t say that he’s all that surprised.
He’s not surprised to see Kirk’s face, beaten and bruised and bloody. He’s not surprised to see that he pretty much gave as good as he got and he’s not really surprised to learn that the whole thing started over a girl.
What he is surprised to see is Doctor McCoy already treating Kirk’s wounds, fresh bruise forming on his right eye and he’s muttering and wrapping up Kirk’s hand.
“Serve you right if your stupid pretty face got permanently disfigured,” McCoy mutters.
“But than it wouldn’t be pretty anymore,” Kirk says.
His words are slurred and his hand, the one that McCoy isn’t bandaging up, is petting McCoy’s hair. McCoy seems too busy patching him up to make Kirk stop.
“Yeah, a great loss to humanity that would be.”
Kirk giggles and then he snorts and then he moans in pain because he nose must be broken and McCoy shakes his head.
“Ow,” Kirk says and he’s pouting like a two year old and McCoy just rolls his eyes and slaps him on the knee.
“Don’t do that.”
“’S your fault,” Kirk says petulantly.
McCoy heaves one of those long suffering sighs.
“How in God’s name is any of this my fault?”
Kirk rolls his eyes.
“You made me laugh,” Kirk says tone accusatory and McCoy closes his eyes and there are a few moments of silence before McCoy lets out another big sigh and shakes his head.
“Because laughing is your major problem right now.”
“My nose is broken,” Kirk says, pouting bottom lip busted and bloody.
“Yeah and who’s fault is that? It certainly isn’t mine.”
Kirk hums and suddenly he’s coughing a bit violently and the frown on McCoy’s face deepens with worry.
“I didn’t know she had a boyfriend,” Kirk says after he’s done coughing.
McCoy rolls his eyes.
“Like it would’ve made a lick of difference.”
“It would have.”
“Sure,” McCoy says, his tone sarcastic and he looks like he doesn’t believe a word Kirk’s saying.
McCoy pulls something out of a bag and it looks like an antiseptic. He dabs a piece of cloth and starts sweeping it over Kirk’s face.
“Ow, that stings. You care a medkit with you everywhere?”
“Only when I’m out with you,” McCoy mutters.
Kirk turns his face and Christopher watches as his good eye narrows slightly.
“Hey, hey did he hit you?”
Kirk’s hand moves from McCoy’s hair to his right eye, fingers poking and prodding and Christopher can see McCoy wince, but he doesn’t move Kirk’s hand.
“Hey, did he hit you? Because if he hit you, I could…” Kirk asks again, tone turning belligerent, but there’s a hint of something gentle and worrying.
“What? Let him use you for a punching bag again?”
Kirk frowns.
“Bones.”
“No, he didn’t hit me.”
“Then how did…”
“Jim, would you quit poking at my face. That hurts.”
“Oh. Sorry.”
But Kirk doesn’t move his hand away. His fingers move down McCoy’s face, flat and caressing on McCoy’s cheek. It’s a gesture that speaks volumes, even more so do to the fact that it doesn’t seem to bother McCoy at all to have Kirk’s fingers on his face like that, Kirk’s good eye looking at him critically even through his drunken haze.
They’ve had six months and in that time Christopher knows they’ve roomed together, that they’ve eaten lunch together whenever Kirk wasn’t in class or McCoy wasn’t busy creating extra work for himself in the medical labs. They’ve latched onto one another and it’s a little odd given their extremely different histories, but they seem to be making it working.
Kirk still a smartass, stubborn, slightly cocky kid and McCoy. Well Christopher doesn’t know the man well enough to speak to his character, but there are plenty of medical personnel that complain about his gruff attitude for word to get around. Christopher thinks you can’t change too much about a man, but at least they’ve both got friends, which might have been difficult for McCoy considering Starfleet’s recruits tend to be almost six years younger than him.
“How? How’d your face get all messed up then?”
McCoy glares.
“After I elbowed that guy in the throat to get him off of you, his girlfriend sucker punched me,” he mutters.
It’s probably because he’s drunk that Kirk doesn’t catch his laughter and McCoy’s glares narrows, eyes throwing daggers and Kirk gives him one of those smiles that Kirk gives everyone.
McCoy doesn’t seem to buy it.
“Yeah, see if I help you ever again.”
“Oh, Bones, don’t be difficult,” Kirk says cupping McCoy’s cheek.
“I’m not the one who’s being difficult. God, you’re completely impossible, you know that? You can’t just keep getting into fights, Jim. Someone’s gonna notice. You could at least try and make sure they don’t have a big hulking mass masquerading as a human male before you hit on them. I’m not going to come out with you anymore if you can’t at least try to act like an adult. I honestly don’t know why I even put up with you now.”
Christopher pauses because this is the first time that he’s heard about any fights, but there’s something about the way McCoy says it, desperate and a little pleading, but all of that masked in a gruff and angry tone, lets Christopher know that it’s probably the truth.
“Bones.”
“Seriously, Jim. Completely impossible.”
Kirk’s smile gets wider, his eyes softer and it’s not a charming smile. It’s a pretty dorky smile and he pats McCoy’s face and sighs.
“I am totally possible and you put up with me because your life would be bereft without me in it. Of course same goes for me. I don’t know what I’d do if I didn’t have your sparkling personality and company in my life,” Kirk says.
His tone is completely serious and Christopher would think that Kirk is the most arrogant son of a bitch to ever walk the earth, except McCoy is just rolling his eyes and laughing slightly, breath coming out in huffs like it’s some big joke and Kirk’s still got that same ridiculously dorky smile on his face.
Christopher would almost think it was cute except cadets aren’t cute.
Especially not ones that get him out of bed at three o’clock in the morning.
“Great. Please just shoot me in the head now,” McCoy says dryly.
“That could be arranged, Doctor,” Christopher says.
He watches as McCoy jumps a little in his seat and Kirk looks up at him with lazy, unfocused eyes and Christopher walks over to where they’re sitting. He can smell the alcohol on Kirk and a good amount on McCoy, but McCoy at least seems to have his cognitive wits about him. He straightens, back stiff and arched and Christopher think he’d be standing if it weren’t for the doctor thing.
McCoy, at least, has some respect for authority. At least until they prove that they’re completely incompetent or pencil pushing.
The same cannot be said for Kirk.
His smile changes back to that one that he thinks charms everyone and Christopher has to resist the urge to rolls his eyes. He has a feeling that a lot of people have to when they’re in Kirk’s presence. However, probably a good majority of them smile back.
“Captain Pike,” Kirk says loudly, over-enthusiasm dripping in his words.
“How’re you this evening?”
“It’s the morning and fairly displeased, Cadet Kirk,” Christopher says dryly.
“Oh?” Kirk says all feigned innocence and he’s actually pretty good at that even with the bruises all over his face.
“Yes. I do not like being dragged out of my bed at three o’clock in the morning for a bar brawl.”
Kirk waves his good hand.
“Oh, that. Sorry, sir. I didn’t know they would call you for that. Everything’s under control.”
Christopher raises an eyebrow and sighs.
“Captain,” McCoy opens his mouth and Christopher puts his hand up.
McCoy frowns at him like he wants to say more, but he purses his lips and Christopher nods.
“A word, Doctor McCoy.”
McCoy’s frown deepens, but he gets out of his seat and Christopher walks away a little, far enough that if he speaks softly, Kirk probably won’t hear him and McCoy follows him.
“Captain, it was just a misunderstanding. Cadet Kirk…”
“Exactly how many fights has he gotten into in the past six months, Doctor McCoy?”
McCoy bites his lips, eyes wandering over to where Kirk is sitting and Christopher marvels a little at the completely loyalty that McCoy’s showing. Six months and Kirk already has McCoy’s trust.
Christopher thinks if the positions were reversed, Kirk would be even more adamant about not speaking out.
“He’s not going to get in trouble,” Christopher says.
McCoy still looks conflicted, but he sighs and nods.
“Just two. And those were people trying to get a rise out of him because of his dad and all. He wasn’t even drinking, just this time, which probably isn’t good, but he’s usually better at picking girls who are willing and…”
McCoy’s talking a mile a minute and it’s kind of amusing. Christopher would like to see what he’s like during an engagement, hurt personnel and crew and McCoy barking out orders in his Southern drawl that should be lazy considering all the Southerners that Christopher’s ever met, but just isn’t.
“Alright, McCoy. I get it. Still…”
“You still have to give him a demerit. Which is fine, but you should also give that big meathead one too and his girlfriend.”
“And you?”
McCoy’s lips purse again and he slowly nods.
“If you think it fair, sir. Look, all I’m saying is that the situation got out of hand and Jim…”
“Are you Cadet Kirk’s lawyer? Because I thought for sure you were his nursemaid.”
McCoy glares and there’s that fiery passion that’s been whispered about through the halls of the Academy.
“Neither. I’m… I’m his friend.”
Christopher smiles and he thinks McCoy is probably a lot more than that, but there’s a weird look on McCoy’s face like he can’t believe he’s even Kirk’s friend, let alone the reason Kirk hasn’t gotten into more fights or kicked out even.
“Well, then, let me say that you’re a good one.”
“A good one?”
“Friend, lawyer, nursemaid. Take your pick.”
“Sir, I…”
“I was going to give him a stern talking to. Maybe a kick in the pants. Fighting isn’t tolerated, Doctor McCoy.”
“I understand, Captain. But…”
“I wasn’t finished. Fighting isn’t tolerated, but, since it happened off campus and since it seems that you handled things before they got out of control, albeit probably not in the best manner… perhaps all parties involved can get off with a stern warning and I can get a promise that I’ll never be woken up at three in the morning for fighting.”
McCoy’s lips quirk and it’s not quite a smile, but Christopher thinks it’s the closest he’s ever going to get out of McCoy.
“I’m sure it won’t,” he says hurriedly.
Christopher nods and looks over at Kirk who’s drooling, eyes closed and he hears McCoy sigh again.
“You should probably get him home,” Christopher says.
McCoy frowns.
“Great. I, um… I don’t suppose you’d mind giving us a lift?” McCoy says, trying for charming and it sort of works with the accent, but not really.
Still, it’s not McCoy’s fault that Kirk’s drunk off his ass and close to snoring. The bar isn’t that far from the dorms, but he can’t imagine what the trek would be like dragging along dead weight.
“Sure,” Christopher says.
McCoy gives him another one of those half smiles and goes to get Kirk who gurgles and groans and wraps his arm tightly around McCoy’s shoulders.
“I don’t feel so good,” Kirk mumbles.
“Yeah, well, when I get you back to the dorm, I’ll think about giving you something to keep you from getting a hangover,” McCoy says, voice low.
“Thanks, Bones.”
“Yeah, thank me by not getting into anymore fights. Fights are bad, remember. We talked about this,” McCoy says.
Christopher thinks he thinks his voice is low, but it sort of carries in the empty bar. At least enough so Christopher can here.
“Right, fighting bad. Fighting is bad. Because… because?”
“Because it could get you kicked out and then you’d be bereft of my sparkling personality and company.”
Kirk snorts.
“Right, right, can’t have that.”
Christopher smiles.
He has a feeling it’ll be a long while before he has to get up at three in morning again.
FIN