Hands of a Healer, Hands of a Killer.
Title: Hands of a Healer, Hands of a Killer. Pt. 1/ ?
Author: lifeisticking
Fandom: Crossover : Star Trek: XI/Doom
Pairing: Reaper!Bones/Kirk
Rating: PG
Words: 958 or something like that. No beta, sorry.
Summary: I can't think of a good one right now...
Warnings: Crossover, Reaper!Bones, Mild Language
Author's Notes: First fic ever, and a crossover to top it off ! Reaper and Bones just wouldn't leave me alone, so I made them into a package deal. This is turning out into one long fic, and started as a drabble, I swear, I didn't mean it to take a life of it's own ! Here's part 1. I hope you enjoy ! I'd love criticism ! :D
When he’s being woken up rudely in the night by the comm’s chime, he can’t help going on full alert mode and search for his rifle, at that moment he’s still Reaper. Years of conditioning have been ingrained into him, yet years of pushing it at bay still haven’t broken the habit. When he hears the signal a second time (now that he looks at the luminous display, it is an ungodly hour after all) he thinks it’s probably just Jim. He settles down a little, no need to alert the whole universe that he’s more on edge than usual.
The doors whoosh open and Jim’s walking straight to him, he looks drowsy; he probably came to cuddle and get some real sleep. The kid (he hates that nickname, but he can’t help it) probably was never held enough as a child. So he never says a word when Jim crawls under the cover and nuzzles his place into his neck and arms. But when Jim sigh «Bones...» and places a sloppy kiss on his lips and nuzzles back to promptly fall asleep, he can’t help but smile; now he’s Bones once again. But he can’t take comfort in Jim’s presence tonight, he’s back to thinking of himself as John Grimm ; Honourably discharged marine, still looking around 25-30 after two hundred years, still dreaming of the horrors he saw, but no longer totally alone.
Jim has briefed them on their latest mission; they are re-opening Olduvai. His grip tightens unconsciously on the man in his arms, who emits a low moan. He lets go immediately. It’s just a drop-in and out mission apparently; they are going to drop the necessary personnel, open the doors, and make sure the structure is still solid. So it’s a huge detour then (as a thank-you-for-being-the-ferry-across-the-known-universe-even-if-you-are-our-flagship) a shore leave on Earth. For John, it’s a nightmare all over again, he doesn’t care that they say it’s safe now, when they covered up the incident as an environmental malfunction because of toxic chemicals. Even if he was just Leonard McCoy, he’d still freak out about toxins and diseases.
But as Reaper, he thinks it’s because they believe these things must be dead after two hundred years, and how are they supposed to know that? If they are anything like he is, they’re still roaming, and now he knows he's going to worry for the rest of the night. Damned C-24, but in a way he’s glad at least someone will know the truth when going down there. Because he is going back, he’s not letting Jim go into this death trap alone (a security team with less training than he has doesn’t count). He just really hopes he really sent Sarge to hell with that ST grenade, the son of a bitch had morphed, so maybe he could have cleared the blast, god he hopes not.
He’d avenged The Kid, and when the images of his hand trying to halt the blood flow and the stunned expression and the dead eyes, he thinks it’s a must to find a new nickname for Jim. He likes that about Jim. He grounds him into remembering he’s Leonard McCoy, just like Sam grounded him in believing he wouldn’t become one of those things. He misses his twin terribly, but it’s been a while since she’s been buried, so he has moved on. But damn it, he hates that part of life is made of lies.
There is a list of things about being Leonard McCoy that needs to be straightened out: For starters, he’s not a drunk. Actually he cannot get drunk...although he supposed if he raided a whole liquor store, he’d probably be. But yes, he likes to drink, and by now he can fake that he’s drunk very well. Secondly, he did study in medicine at the university in Georgia. He did it for Sam; he looked through a microscope instead of a sniper’s scope. In Georgia, he met and married Jocelyn Darnell, and had Joanna. He did not love her like she wanted him to, but he still tried to give her everything, and eventually he did, in the divorce.
But thankfully, Joanna doesn’t have a twenty-fourth chromosome...but that means he will have to disappear from her life, because her daddy will forever be between 25 and 30. It tears him apart every time he thinks about it, and he doesn’t know how to disappear this time...but Jocelyn is making it easier for John, because she hates him now. Another amusing fact is that he does not suffer from aerophobia, but he doesn’t want to get close to people anymore, and raving like a madman about space and disease was a good way to do that, until he met James T. Kirk, anyway...
He has a hard time admitting it to himself, but he loves James T. Kirk. He doesn’t know yet what he will do about this, for the first time, he acted impulsive; he craved real companionship. He knows he won’t be able to stay forever, and even when Jim annoys him, pisses him off, he wishes Jim too had the damned C-24.
He’s stroking his lover’s back absent-mindedly, wondering how the hardened, solitary John Grimm fell for this idiot. He knows that if he weren’t there to play medic to Jim, he’d be dead, since the first day of the academy. Maybe that makes him love him more, to know that someone needs him unconditionally, cynic and grumpy as he may be, and he knows that even if James never told him he loved him, he stopped being promiscuous; and that’s proof enough. He starts drifting off to sleep finally, lulled by Jim’s steady breathing.
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Part 2 ! Package deal :)
Author: lifeisticking
Fandom: Crossover : Star Trek: XI/Doom
Pairing: Reaper!Bones/Kirk
Rating: PG
Words: 958 or something like that. No beta, sorry.
Summary: I can't think of a good one right now...
Warnings: Crossover, Reaper!Bones, Mild Language
Author's Notes: First fic ever, and a crossover to top it off ! Reaper and Bones just wouldn't leave me alone, so I made them into a package deal. This is turning out into one long fic, and started as a drabble, I swear, I didn't mean it to take a life of it's own ! Here's part 1. I hope you enjoy ! I'd love criticism ! :D
When he’s being woken up rudely in the night by the comm’s chime, he can’t help going on full alert mode and search for his rifle, at that moment he’s still Reaper. Years of conditioning have been ingrained into him, yet years of pushing it at bay still haven’t broken the habit. When he hears the signal a second time (now that he looks at the luminous display, it is an ungodly hour after all) he thinks it’s probably just Jim. He settles down a little, no need to alert the whole universe that he’s more on edge than usual.
The doors whoosh open and Jim’s walking straight to him, he looks drowsy; he probably came to cuddle and get some real sleep. The kid (he hates that nickname, but he can’t help it) probably was never held enough as a child. So he never says a word when Jim crawls under the cover and nuzzles his place into his neck and arms. But when Jim sigh «Bones...» and places a sloppy kiss on his lips and nuzzles back to promptly fall asleep, he can’t help but smile; now he’s Bones once again. But he can’t take comfort in Jim’s presence tonight, he’s back to thinking of himself as John Grimm ; Honourably discharged marine, still looking around 25-30 after two hundred years, still dreaming of the horrors he saw, but no longer totally alone.
Jim has briefed them on their latest mission; they are re-opening Olduvai. His grip tightens unconsciously on the man in his arms, who emits a low moan. He lets go immediately. It’s just a drop-in and out mission apparently; they are going to drop the necessary personnel, open the doors, and make sure the structure is still solid. So it’s a huge detour then (as a thank-you-for-being-the-ferry-across-the-known-universe-even-if-you-are-our-flagship) a shore leave on Earth. For John, it’s a nightmare all over again, he doesn’t care that they say it’s safe now, when they covered up the incident as an environmental malfunction because of toxic chemicals. Even if he was just Leonard McCoy, he’d still freak out about toxins and diseases.
But as Reaper, he thinks it’s because they believe these things must be dead after two hundred years, and how are they supposed to know that? If they are anything like he is, they’re still roaming, and now he knows he's going to worry for the rest of the night. Damned C-24, but in a way he’s glad at least someone will know the truth when going down there. Because he is going back, he’s not letting Jim go into this death trap alone (a security team with less training than he has doesn’t count). He just really hopes he really sent Sarge to hell with that ST grenade, the son of a bitch had morphed, so maybe he could have cleared the blast, god he hopes not.
He’d avenged The Kid, and when the images of his hand trying to halt the blood flow and the stunned expression and the dead eyes, he thinks it’s a must to find a new nickname for Jim. He likes that about Jim. He grounds him into remembering he’s Leonard McCoy, just like Sam grounded him in believing he wouldn’t become one of those things. He misses his twin terribly, but it’s been a while since she’s been buried, so he has moved on. But damn it, he hates that part of life is made of lies.
There is a list of things about being Leonard McCoy that needs to be straightened out: For starters, he’s not a drunk. Actually he cannot get drunk...although he supposed if he raided a whole liquor store, he’d probably be. But yes, he likes to drink, and by now he can fake that he’s drunk very well. Secondly, he did study in medicine at the university in Georgia. He did it for Sam; he looked through a microscope instead of a sniper’s scope. In Georgia, he met and married Jocelyn Darnell, and had Joanna. He did not love her like she wanted him to, but he still tried to give her everything, and eventually he did, in the divorce.
But thankfully, Joanna doesn’t have a twenty-fourth chromosome...but that means he will have to disappear from her life, because her daddy will forever be between 25 and 30. It tears him apart every time he thinks about it, and he doesn’t know how to disappear this time...but Jocelyn is making it easier for John, because she hates him now. Another amusing fact is that he does not suffer from aerophobia, but he doesn’t want to get close to people anymore, and raving like a madman about space and disease was a good way to do that, until he met James T. Kirk, anyway...
He has a hard time admitting it to himself, but he loves James T. Kirk. He doesn’t know yet what he will do about this, for the first time, he acted impulsive; he craved real companionship. He knows he won’t be able to stay forever, and even when Jim annoys him, pisses him off, he wishes Jim too had the damned C-24.
He’s stroking his lover’s back absent-mindedly, wondering how the hardened, solitary John Grimm fell for this idiot. He knows that if he weren’t there to play medic to Jim, he’d be dead, since the first day of the academy. Maybe that makes him love him more, to know that someone needs him unconditionally, cynic and grumpy as he may be, and he knows that even if James never told him he loved him, he stopped being promiscuous; and that’s proof enough. He starts drifting off to sleep finally, lulled by Jim’s steady breathing.
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Part 2 ! Package deal :)