That New Car Smell
That New Car Smell
By: Wolfa Moon
Sum: Follow up to ‘Wake Up Call’. Sentinel!Jim. Guide!McCoy.
Dis: Can only dream to own.
Picture: CarlaKnight.Com
First Story: Wake Up Call
That New Car Smell
Following the sentinel prime to their rooms they remained quiet. Jim Standing ever so close to McCoy, his guide. McCoy was not taking it. He tried to keep moving away. He moved, Jim moved. Reluctantly McCoy just followed the path and let the watchdog follow him. Archer looked over his shoulder constantly at the young pair. Smiling over at Chris. Chris had outdone himself this time. Chris loved to recruit projects, no challenges. See their true potential.
Walking further down some paths. Some cadets stopped and stared at the new pair. New set of Sentinel/Guide on campus. Jim bristled at the sensory nets being thrown their way. Len feeling them too, stepped closer toward his sentinel. Grabbing the younger man’s wrist. Instinct instead of thought. Protect. Stay close. Mine. Mine, shouted to all who looked. Too much.
McCoy raised his hand to his temple massaging it. He was no guide he kept telling himself. But here he is with a sentinel by his side. Clinging to him for all he’s worth. Which isn’t much. Releasing his other hand form Kirk he rubbed it against his other temple. The sensory nets playing with him.
Chris turned at the pain that was throbbing in McCoy’s head. Guide to guide he reached for him. Jim snarled as he too felt his guides pain. He was new to all this. Not even sure if McCoy was online. But being around a sentinel. Your sentinel always kinda jump starts it.
Archer looked and eyed all who had put out feelers toward the new arrivals. He bristled and snarled. Sending out his prime wave back. That drove McCoy to his knees. Jim looked to Pike for help.
“He’s a new guide, Kirk. He doesn’t understand. But he will. Sooth him.” Looking to the man who had challenged him here he knelt by the man he just met. Who now meant so much more to him.
“McCoy, Leonard.” McCoy whimpered. Kirk cringed at the pain radiating off the man. “Bones.” The whimpering stopped. His hazel eyes focusing on blues. “Bones,” he said again. Smiling as the glaze on the hazel eyes vanished. Focusing in on him. “Feel better.” Not able to respond with words he nodded.
“One hell of a migraine.” He stood up looking to the other set and his. “What happened?” Pike smiled. Reassured the other guide was okay.
“Curious Guides and sentinels. You aren’t the only ones here. That is why we are taking you to a section that dosen’ t have one yet.”
“And closer to the medical center.” That perked McCoy’s interest. Jim smiled at the reaction medical center caused inside his guide. Remembering he is a doctor. And that was his sanctuary.
TNCS
Inside the room they looked around. One bed was a king he other a double. Considerate of the activities of sentinel and guide pairs. Cautious and mindful. For the ones who were just bonded in spirit not body. And to those who connected on the full extent. Everyone thinking all pairs were a couple. And sometime the inevitable happens. But still considerate of them. Jim perimetered the room. Archer staying in the hallway. For this was Jim’s personal territory here. His sanctuary. Nobody realizing his was in the sky, except himself. McCoy stood near the entrance of the room. The room was huge. Being a sentinel had perks. Jim ran his hands over everything in the room. Scenting it as his. The big bay window looking out over the treetops and looking to the mountains surrounding them. Defiantly a view to love.
Archer grunted getting their attention. Kirk turned finally noticing them. Noticing how McCoy seemed to be acting like a stranger in Kirk’s territory. That unnerved him. But remembering the prime who stood outside the door. Edicate. Jim moved to the door and bowed to him. Acknowledging him as prime sentinel.
“I’ll get your classes set up.” He turned to leave. Pike smile at the two.
“See you too around. We’ll get you two tested tomorrow. Just get settled for now.”
Pike left.
James T. Kirk POV
I watched as they left me to my territory. Watched as my guide, my guide stood rigid just inside the door. Unsure of what to expect.
“Join me Bones.” He stepped further in to the room. Finally causing the door to close. Moving I scented the walls of the room. Turning around I watch as Bones move around the room. Uncertainty for the first time. The man knew where he was good at and intelligent. But alone with a sentinel. I huffed and moved over to the double bed sitting down. Loving how McCoy raised an eyebrow at his claim of the smaller bed.
“Never liked big bed unless I had company.” Nodding in agreement he moved to the other. “Also closer to the door.”
“And able to defend me,” he snorted as he laid his bag on the king.
“You are one and my prime charge.” Watching the new guide shake his head. Unable to wrap his head still around this. Watching the man slump onto the bed. Defeated. Moving toward the new guide he felt the emotions battle. They radiated off him. Unsure of what to do, I do what I always do. Let my instinct take over. Slowly I sit beside the man. Raising my hand I pet his back. Soothing circles. The motion calming his guide. Knowing that guides grounded sentinels. But sentinels protected guides, especially from themselves. My hand moving to his raggedy hair. Feeling the grit that was there. Closing my eyes I take in the sensation of the hair as they flow around my fingers. The slight bumps along the scalp. The ridges of the skull plates. The hair greasy begging to be cleaned. But then the smell. McCoy’s scent would be masked by whatever product he used on his hair. Grabbing some strands he shifted them in his hands. Hearing the hair crinkle. The dirt snapping. Most importantly the man relaxing under his administration. Getting lost in the sensation. The hand that reached up and touched over mine causing me to start and clench on the hair. A small yelp came form the man. The man who he was soothing. Bringing him back to reality. No zone. I released.
Eyes open I watch as Bones moves and stands up, away.
“I’m sorry,” words so foreign before now second nature. Or only for him. For the man who stood in front of him.
“No sweat kid.” Watching as McCoy ran a hand through his hair. “Guess I need to take a shower.” Wanting to say he smelled perfect. But that was to him. To others maybe a tad offensive.
“Maybe.” Smiling when the eyebrow went up again. Learning the man in front of him. Coming here on a challenge and got more than he can chew. Also for the other man too. Also gaining something new. For yesterday is history, tomorrow a mystery, today a gift. That is why we call it the present.
I watch as the man I just met grabbed items from his bag and made his way to the bathroom. Speculating what tomorrow would bring. But today, today, he would accept this gift. And cherish it for what it is. To reach his full potential. What a gift indeed.
TNCS
Classes for sentinel and guides were in two sections. Individual and group. The first week is group. Mainly for the sentinel to know where his guide was when around all these other guides and sentinels.
The building divvied into three parts. Sentinel guild. Guide guild. Then the main bond hub for joint classes.
Today was a joint class.
‘Learn Your Guides Scent.’
Course description: Scenting.
Standing out front of the building I wait for my guide. So weird to now have one after so long without. They are so independent. Then to be tossed together and become dependent on the other. Others passed me. Some with sneers. Yearning to wait for challenge day. Being challenged several times already. Not in front of the board but in private. Winning every challenge. There are quiet a number of us. Wondering if they were discovered on birth test or other means. Coming online in the face of isolation. Traumatic events, the physiologist term for it. Huffing he pushed the memory aside. No need to live the history for today he had a gift.
Bones came running up toward him.
“Sorry,” he breathed. Catching the breathe from wherever he had run from. “Got a little turned around.”
“No big deal.” Both nodding they entered the building through the center doors. The bond building wasn’t really a building. It was the top three floors of the guild. Three doors on the front. The right the sentinel. The left the guide. The center for all.
Arriving at class, I feel the stares as we move around the room to our two person table. The room formed in a circle the tables lining the walls facing center to watch the demonstrations. Smiling I watch Bones collapse into one of the chairs. They still hadn’t been here long. Only a week. Classes were bruitle. But it helped to be a genius. The Starfleet classes so easy to test up and out. The only ones unable to test out of. Sentinel. Some yes. But the bonded ones. No way in hell. For this was all new. And it is always good to learn new things.
Archer and Pike came in through the doors to teach the bonded sessions. Archer took the forefront.
“Today’s lesson: learning you’re guide’s scent. It is extremely important. For when you zone out on a scent. The only main scent who can pull you from it. Is you’re guides. So learn it, breath it. But you can also get lost in it too. But this is an easy remedy. And as a guide you’ll figure out how to get that certain way to always trigger that pull out.” He smiled wickedly at his own. Pike took his turn. Looking to all the guides.
“I texted you guides with information to bring a shirt you slept in for more than one night.” All the guides nodded. “Good now take it out and throw it in the middle of the room.” I watched as Bones slipped the shirt from his medical satchel. The man was never without it. Neither was the nurse across from them. What was her name again? A tap on my shoulder made me look at my guide. What, so readable on my face.
“Stop ogling, Chapel.” Chapel? Christine. Nurse
“I wasn’t, I swear.” A nod of disbelief as Bones tosses his shirt in the middle of the room. Watching him sit I lean in. “I swear.” That earns me another snort. Smiling I look to Chapel. Catching her eye I wink at her. That earns me a growl from her sentinel. Bowing my head politely to her sentinel I acknowledge that she is hers. The sentinel smiles and makes a leering glance at Bones. We both smile. Yeah we totally could hook up in each other’s territory. Turning back to class I watch as Archer and Pike take two bags of dirty cloths and dump them on the shirts. They smiled at us. Archer took front again.
“Alright now who thinks they can find their guide’s shirt the fastest. Without smelling their guide first.” Every sentinel head looked form the other. How I found myself standing next to the pile I’ll never know. But I was there. Looking to Bones then I look at all the black sleeping shirts. My animal taking the lead. A leader I think I’ll never be. Shaking the notion aside I stare at the challenge. Taking a deep breath I acknowledge all the smells and categorize them. A slight tingle from Bones grounding me. Not letting me get lost. Don’t know if that is considered cheating. Shrugging I begin to go through them. Closing my eyes to focus I feel through the feels. Then near the top right quadrant I get the smell of medical. Honing in I get to it and smell the scent that is not mine but guide Chapel. Opening my eyes I look to Chapel. Then to her sentinel. Both knowing no threat. But I had found her guides scent for it had a hint of his workspace scent as well. Following my nose again it leads me back to the lower left quadrant. Going thought the layers I find that scent. That scent I learned the first day as he washed the stench from himself to let his true smell emerge in the steam from the shower. Picking out his shirt I stand and hand it to our prime, Archer.
Taking it from my hands he smells it. Nodding in approval he hands me back the property.
“You paused over one for moment. What was the reason?” I look to Chapel then to mine.
“Chapel and McCoy both work in the medical building. I caught a weft of that and honed in. When I got a closer wiff it was not his. Then I focused on his scent that was mixed with the medical and found it.”
“Daskus is also in the medical field. Did you not find his as well?”
“I found it but it is not my guide’s scent.” Kirk said proudly. Archer smiled in approval. Nodding his head giving me permission to go back to my guide. Sitting down I feel the article tugged from my hands. Looking at McCoy I watch as he puts the shirt back in his bag. To keep secure. Then his eyes meet mine. A sudden sensation runs through me and I lean in to smell his scent. Promitally at his neck. He brushes me off playfully, calling me infant. Smiling I move in to smell him again. Letting the class move on beyond me. All the other scents had clogged up the shirt scent. And all I wanted was the pure scent. Direct from the source.
Clapping of hands drew me from my divulging in the smell. Looking around I notice I wasn’t the only one to rekindle the base scent of guide in their senses. Everyone looked to Archer.
“Very good on most of you. Other’s practice. For lessons get harder from here.” He smiled to his guide. Pike stepped close t his sentinel. Archer’s nose flared as he inhaled his guide’s scent. “You are all dismissed.”
TNCS
Leonard ‘Bones’ H. McCoy POV
After a long shift I just want to strip, shower, sleep. And in that order. But it never goes in order when your sentinel is one James T. Kirk. Upon entering I notice my things have arrived but that some boxes seem to be decimated.
“What the hell, Jim?” I cry for he is the only other with this roomed secure entrance code. For this is sentinel territory. Looking around the room I see they are boxes of my belongings but specifically from one person. My ex.
“Damnit.” I toss my bag on the bed. This is not what I wanted to come home to. Damn sentinels. Moving to the disaster on the floor I began to clean up. Grabbing the strewed cloths from around the room tossing them in the laundry pile. After disposing of the clean up on the floor I looked to the other belongings. Ones I’d kept at my mothers after the divorce. Except for one exception. One was open. One titled.
Joanna.
His daughter.
Opening it I look at the photo albums that lined the one side. Yes tactile pictures were old fashioned. But they were tangible. Real.
Then I looked to the baby clothes I keep. Keepsakes. Generations silver rattle. She was three now. No need for baby things. But somethings you could never throw away. Like the album full of her artwork. Senseless scribbles. Not senseless, priceless. Shifting through some of her beloved toys. Keeping them safe till she was older. Keeping them safe, so she could acknowledge that he wanted her too. Every bit I could get. Searching for something.
“Where is it?” Riffling through the clothes, keepsakes, toys. Damn it. It must still be back at home or stolen. Or? Going back to the laundry pile I riffle through it searching. Not hearing the door open. I never halt my search.
“Bones,” anger flared through me. I turn on my sentinel. He steps back, scoulded.
“Where is it?” My voice harsh leaving no room for argument or speculative what I am talking about. He nods to the bed, his bed. Moving over I pick up the small fragile doll that my mother made and the clothes I knitted for it. Picking it up I hold it close to me. Breathing in Joanna’s scent. One I missed so much.
“I’m sorry, Bones. “ I want to void him out. Knowing I can’t. I let my ears open to him but nothing else. “These packages arrived and I smelt her on them. The one who hurt you. And as your…” Sentinel. I filled in the blank as he paused. His duty to protect his guide. “I couldn’t stand her stench.” I listened as he sat on his bed. “Then I had to smell you. The others have you but not a strong enough smell. Then I came upon that box. And your scent. It’s a happy scent of you and..”
“Joanna.” I exhale. Opening my eyes I look at him. He looks pathetic and remorseful. “She’s my daughter.” He nods. I know he meant no harm. But. I sit down beside him. Regret radiating off him. Letting my guide take over I pull him toward me. He nuzzles into my neck.
“I like her smell.” Smiling over his head. Learning his pack smells. “I got Chinese.” Smiling at the way he says he’s sorry. But can’t forgive that easily.
“If you really wanted to make it up to me. You’d have gotten barbecue.”
“I’ll remember that for next time.”
TBC: When the muse strikes…
AN: I got so many reviews my muse infused me with more. Damn her, love her. And also appreciative to my3scape. While writing the first my muse decided to show a hint of Tarsus. So I should write a fic on that? I may ;). TY for all the reviews. They fuel her. Believe me they do.
Idea damn: Supernatural Fic: Dean!Sentinel, Castiel!Guide, or Vice Versa. Lovely Muse. Anybody a Supernatural fan?
By: Wolfa Moon
Sum: Follow up to ‘Wake Up Call’. Sentinel!Jim. Guide!McCoy.
Dis: Can only dream to own.
Picture: CarlaKnight.Com
First Story: Wake Up Call
That New Car Smell
Following the sentinel prime to their rooms they remained quiet. Jim Standing ever so close to McCoy, his guide. McCoy was not taking it. He tried to keep moving away. He moved, Jim moved. Reluctantly McCoy just followed the path and let the watchdog follow him. Archer looked over his shoulder constantly at the young pair. Smiling over at Chris. Chris had outdone himself this time. Chris loved to recruit projects, no challenges. See their true potential.
Walking further down some paths. Some cadets stopped and stared at the new pair. New set of Sentinel/Guide on campus. Jim bristled at the sensory nets being thrown their way. Len feeling them too, stepped closer toward his sentinel. Grabbing the younger man’s wrist. Instinct instead of thought. Protect. Stay close. Mine. Mine, shouted to all who looked. Too much.
McCoy raised his hand to his temple massaging it. He was no guide he kept telling himself. But here he is with a sentinel by his side. Clinging to him for all he’s worth. Which isn’t much. Releasing his other hand form Kirk he rubbed it against his other temple. The sensory nets playing with him.
Chris turned at the pain that was throbbing in McCoy’s head. Guide to guide he reached for him. Jim snarled as he too felt his guides pain. He was new to all this. Not even sure if McCoy was online. But being around a sentinel. Your sentinel always kinda jump starts it.
Archer looked and eyed all who had put out feelers toward the new arrivals. He bristled and snarled. Sending out his prime wave back. That drove McCoy to his knees. Jim looked to Pike for help.
“He’s a new guide, Kirk. He doesn’t understand. But he will. Sooth him.” Looking to the man who had challenged him here he knelt by the man he just met. Who now meant so much more to him.
“McCoy, Leonard.” McCoy whimpered. Kirk cringed at the pain radiating off the man. “Bones.” The whimpering stopped. His hazel eyes focusing on blues. “Bones,” he said again. Smiling as the glaze on the hazel eyes vanished. Focusing in on him. “Feel better.” Not able to respond with words he nodded.
“One hell of a migraine.” He stood up looking to the other set and his. “What happened?” Pike smiled. Reassured the other guide was okay.
“Curious Guides and sentinels. You aren’t the only ones here. That is why we are taking you to a section that dosen’ t have one yet.”
“And closer to the medical center.” That perked McCoy’s interest. Jim smiled at the reaction medical center caused inside his guide. Remembering he is a doctor. And that was his sanctuary.
TNCS
Inside the room they looked around. One bed was a king he other a double. Considerate of the activities of sentinel and guide pairs. Cautious and mindful. For the ones who were just bonded in spirit not body. And to those who connected on the full extent. Everyone thinking all pairs were a couple. And sometime the inevitable happens. But still considerate of them. Jim perimetered the room. Archer staying in the hallway. For this was Jim’s personal territory here. His sanctuary. Nobody realizing his was in the sky, except himself. McCoy stood near the entrance of the room. The room was huge. Being a sentinel had perks. Jim ran his hands over everything in the room. Scenting it as his. The big bay window looking out over the treetops and looking to the mountains surrounding them. Defiantly a view to love.
Archer grunted getting their attention. Kirk turned finally noticing them. Noticing how McCoy seemed to be acting like a stranger in Kirk’s territory. That unnerved him. But remembering the prime who stood outside the door. Edicate. Jim moved to the door and bowed to him. Acknowledging him as prime sentinel.
“I’ll get your classes set up.” He turned to leave. Pike smile at the two.
“See you too around. We’ll get you two tested tomorrow. Just get settled for now.”
Pike left.
James T. Kirk POV
I watched as they left me to my territory. Watched as my guide, my guide stood rigid just inside the door. Unsure of what to expect.
“Join me Bones.” He stepped further in to the room. Finally causing the door to close. Moving I scented the walls of the room. Turning around I watch as Bones move around the room. Uncertainty for the first time. The man knew where he was good at and intelligent. But alone with a sentinel. I huffed and moved over to the double bed sitting down. Loving how McCoy raised an eyebrow at his claim of the smaller bed.
“Never liked big bed unless I had company.” Nodding in agreement he moved to the other. “Also closer to the door.”
“And able to defend me,” he snorted as he laid his bag on the king.
“You are one and my prime charge.” Watching the new guide shake his head. Unable to wrap his head still around this. Watching the man slump onto the bed. Defeated. Moving toward the new guide he felt the emotions battle. They radiated off him. Unsure of what to do, I do what I always do. Let my instinct take over. Slowly I sit beside the man. Raising my hand I pet his back. Soothing circles. The motion calming his guide. Knowing that guides grounded sentinels. But sentinels protected guides, especially from themselves. My hand moving to his raggedy hair. Feeling the grit that was there. Closing my eyes I take in the sensation of the hair as they flow around my fingers. The slight bumps along the scalp. The ridges of the skull plates. The hair greasy begging to be cleaned. But then the smell. McCoy’s scent would be masked by whatever product he used on his hair. Grabbing some strands he shifted them in his hands. Hearing the hair crinkle. The dirt snapping. Most importantly the man relaxing under his administration. Getting lost in the sensation. The hand that reached up and touched over mine causing me to start and clench on the hair. A small yelp came form the man. The man who he was soothing. Bringing him back to reality. No zone. I released.
Eyes open I watch as Bones moves and stands up, away.
“I’m sorry,” words so foreign before now second nature. Or only for him. For the man who stood in front of him.
“No sweat kid.” Watching as McCoy ran a hand through his hair. “Guess I need to take a shower.” Wanting to say he smelled perfect. But that was to him. To others maybe a tad offensive.
“Maybe.” Smiling when the eyebrow went up again. Learning the man in front of him. Coming here on a challenge and got more than he can chew. Also for the other man too. Also gaining something new. For yesterday is history, tomorrow a mystery, today a gift. That is why we call it the present.
I watch as the man I just met grabbed items from his bag and made his way to the bathroom. Speculating what tomorrow would bring. But today, today, he would accept this gift. And cherish it for what it is. To reach his full potential. What a gift indeed.
TNCS
Classes for sentinel and guides were in two sections. Individual and group. The first week is group. Mainly for the sentinel to know where his guide was when around all these other guides and sentinels.
The building divvied into three parts. Sentinel guild. Guide guild. Then the main bond hub for joint classes.
Today was a joint class.
‘Learn Your Guides Scent.’
Course description: Scenting.
Standing out front of the building I wait for my guide. So weird to now have one after so long without. They are so independent. Then to be tossed together and become dependent on the other. Others passed me. Some with sneers. Yearning to wait for challenge day. Being challenged several times already. Not in front of the board but in private. Winning every challenge. There are quiet a number of us. Wondering if they were discovered on birth test or other means. Coming online in the face of isolation. Traumatic events, the physiologist term for it. Huffing he pushed the memory aside. No need to live the history for today he had a gift.
Bones came running up toward him.
“Sorry,” he breathed. Catching the breathe from wherever he had run from. “Got a little turned around.”
“No big deal.” Both nodding they entered the building through the center doors. The bond building wasn’t really a building. It was the top three floors of the guild. Three doors on the front. The right the sentinel. The left the guide. The center for all.
Arriving at class, I feel the stares as we move around the room to our two person table. The room formed in a circle the tables lining the walls facing center to watch the demonstrations. Smiling I watch Bones collapse into one of the chairs. They still hadn’t been here long. Only a week. Classes were bruitle. But it helped to be a genius. The Starfleet classes so easy to test up and out. The only ones unable to test out of. Sentinel. Some yes. But the bonded ones. No way in hell. For this was all new. And it is always good to learn new things.
Archer and Pike came in through the doors to teach the bonded sessions. Archer took the forefront.
“Today’s lesson: learning you’re guide’s scent. It is extremely important. For when you zone out on a scent. The only main scent who can pull you from it. Is you’re guides. So learn it, breath it. But you can also get lost in it too. But this is an easy remedy. And as a guide you’ll figure out how to get that certain way to always trigger that pull out.” He smiled wickedly at his own. Pike took his turn. Looking to all the guides.
“I texted you guides with information to bring a shirt you slept in for more than one night.” All the guides nodded. “Good now take it out and throw it in the middle of the room.” I watched as Bones slipped the shirt from his medical satchel. The man was never without it. Neither was the nurse across from them. What was her name again? A tap on my shoulder made me look at my guide. What, so readable on my face.
“Stop ogling, Chapel.” Chapel? Christine. Nurse
“I wasn’t, I swear.” A nod of disbelief as Bones tosses his shirt in the middle of the room. Watching him sit I lean in. “I swear.” That earns me another snort. Smiling I look to Chapel. Catching her eye I wink at her. That earns me a growl from her sentinel. Bowing my head politely to her sentinel I acknowledge that she is hers. The sentinel smiles and makes a leering glance at Bones. We both smile. Yeah we totally could hook up in each other’s territory. Turning back to class I watch as Archer and Pike take two bags of dirty cloths and dump them on the shirts. They smiled at us. Archer took front again.
“Alright now who thinks they can find their guide’s shirt the fastest. Without smelling their guide first.” Every sentinel head looked form the other. How I found myself standing next to the pile I’ll never know. But I was there. Looking to Bones then I look at all the black sleeping shirts. My animal taking the lead. A leader I think I’ll never be. Shaking the notion aside I stare at the challenge. Taking a deep breath I acknowledge all the smells and categorize them. A slight tingle from Bones grounding me. Not letting me get lost. Don’t know if that is considered cheating. Shrugging I begin to go through them. Closing my eyes to focus I feel through the feels. Then near the top right quadrant I get the smell of medical. Honing in I get to it and smell the scent that is not mine but guide Chapel. Opening my eyes I look to Chapel. Then to her sentinel. Both knowing no threat. But I had found her guides scent for it had a hint of his workspace scent as well. Following my nose again it leads me back to the lower left quadrant. Going thought the layers I find that scent. That scent I learned the first day as he washed the stench from himself to let his true smell emerge in the steam from the shower. Picking out his shirt I stand and hand it to our prime, Archer.
Taking it from my hands he smells it. Nodding in approval he hands me back the property.
“You paused over one for moment. What was the reason?” I look to Chapel then to mine.
“Chapel and McCoy both work in the medical building. I caught a weft of that and honed in. When I got a closer wiff it was not his. Then I focused on his scent that was mixed with the medical and found it.”
“Daskus is also in the medical field. Did you not find his as well?”
“I found it but it is not my guide’s scent.” Kirk said proudly. Archer smiled in approval. Nodding his head giving me permission to go back to my guide. Sitting down I feel the article tugged from my hands. Looking at McCoy I watch as he puts the shirt back in his bag. To keep secure. Then his eyes meet mine. A sudden sensation runs through me and I lean in to smell his scent. Promitally at his neck. He brushes me off playfully, calling me infant. Smiling I move in to smell him again. Letting the class move on beyond me. All the other scents had clogged up the shirt scent. And all I wanted was the pure scent. Direct from the source.
Clapping of hands drew me from my divulging in the smell. Looking around I notice I wasn’t the only one to rekindle the base scent of guide in their senses. Everyone looked to Archer.
“Very good on most of you. Other’s practice. For lessons get harder from here.” He smiled to his guide. Pike stepped close t his sentinel. Archer’s nose flared as he inhaled his guide’s scent. “You are all dismissed.”
TNCS
Leonard ‘Bones’ H. McCoy POV
After a long shift I just want to strip, shower, sleep. And in that order. But it never goes in order when your sentinel is one James T. Kirk. Upon entering I notice my things have arrived but that some boxes seem to be decimated.
“What the hell, Jim?” I cry for he is the only other with this roomed secure entrance code. For this is sentinel territory. Looking around the room I see they are boxes of my belongings but specifically from one person. My ex.
“Damnit.” I toss my bag on the bed. This is not what I wanted to come home to. Damn sentinels. Moving to the disaster on the floor I began to clean up. Grabbing the strewed cloths from around the room tossing them in the laundry pile. After disposing of the clean up on the floor I looked to the other belongings. Ones I’d kept at my mothers after the divorce. Except for one exception. One was open. One titled.
Joanna.
His daughter.
Opening it I look at the photo albums that lined the one side. Yes tactile pictures were old fashioned. But they were tangible. Real.
Then I looked to the baby clothes I keep. Keepsakes. Generations silver rattle. She was three now. No need for baby things. But somethings you could never throw away. Like the album full of her artwork. Senseless scribbles. Not senseless, priceless. Shifting through some of her beloved toys. Keeping them safe till she was older. Keeping them safe, so she could acknowledge that he wanted her too. Every bit I could get. Searching for something.
“Where is it?” Riffling through the clothes, keepsakes, toys. Damn it. It must still be back at home or stolen. Or? Going back to the laundry pile I riffle through it searching. Not hearing the door open. I never halt my search.
“Bones,” anger flared through me. I turn on my sentinel. He steps back, scoulded.
“Where is it?” My voice harsh leaving no room for argument or speculative what I am talking about. He nods to the bed, his bed. Moving over I pick up the small fragile doll that my mother made and the clothes I knitted for it. Picking it up I hold it close to me. Breathing in Joanna’s scent. One I missed so much.
“I’m sorry, Bones. “ I want to void him out. Knowing I can’t. I let my ears open to him but nothing else. “These packages arrived and I smelt her on them. The one who hurt you. And as your…” Sentinel. I filled in the blank as he paused. His duty to protect his guide. “I couldn’t stand her stench.” I listened as he sat on his bed. “Then I had to smell you. The others have you but not a strong enough smell. Then I came upon that box. And your scent. It’s a happy scent of you and..”
“Joanna.” I exhale. Opening my eyes I look at him. He looks pathetic and remorseful. “She’s my daughter.” He nods. I know he meant no harm. But. I sit down beside him. Regret radiating off him. Letting my guide take over I pull him toward me. He nuzzles into my neck.
“I like her smell.” Smiling over his head. Learning his pack smells. “I got Chinese.” Smiling at the way he says he’s sorry. But can’t forgive that easily.
“If you really wanted to make it up to me. You’d have gotten barbecue.”
“I’ll remember that for next time.”
TBC: When the muse strikes…
AN: I got so many reviews my muse infused me with more. Damn her, love her. And also appreciative to my3scape. While writing the first my muse decided to show a hint of Tarsus. So I should write a fic on that? I may ;). TY for all the reviews. They fuel her. Believe me they do.
Idea damn: Supernatural Fic: Dean!Sentinel, Castiel!Guide, or Vice Versa. Lovely Muse. Anybody a Supernatural fan?