To Many 9: Fall In The Light
To Many 9: Fall in the Light
By Wolfa Moon
DIS: Love this story. Love thee Bones. Love Thee Kirk. All in fun.
SUM: Empathic! McCoy
Song: Fall in the Light: Lori Carson
Part 1: Link
Part 2: Discovery
Part 3: Go For a walk
Part 4: Sims Happen
Part 5: The Old Ways
Part 6: Feeling of Home
Part 7: Counting Waves
Part 8: | Mighty River Flows
TM: FL
The ship limped home. All aboard exhausted beyond belief. Working overtime. Finally in space dock. Ordered back to base. The exhausted senior staff all on one shuttle. The last shuttle to arrive. For they are the heroes of earth.
Kirk looked around at his senior staff. Chekov was leaning into Scotty. Scotty placing a protective arm around the lad. Sulu head tilted to the side. Eyes watching the Enterprise fade from sight. Kirk can admit he side glanced at her too. Making sure she is still there. Then he looked to the rest of his staff. Most importantly the man beside him. Bones was beyond tired. Beyond his limits in all talents. Pike given better odds under his hands than any other. Especially with his background in neuropathy. The best hands.
Arriving late to the shuttle. Batting down the hatches before getting on. He missed the position arrangement his friend is in now. McCoy had his head resting on Spock’s shoulder. His left hand in Spock’s with Nyota placing a hand over top. That is a weird couple. Kirk wondered did she mind that he was leaning toward our side. Guessing not. He watched his friend sleep. At least he got over his fear, kinda. Taking his friend’s hand he ran slow circles over them. It had been a hard month. They literally limped back. With the fleet elsewhere. They couldn’t assist them. Some Vulcan refuge ships stayed beside us. Following us to their only salivation at the moment. McCoy’s hand trembled under his. The sensation must of past to him. But not penetrating the haze. Spock though looked to Kirk.
Kirk could only smile back. Looking at his best friend than to where his other hand rests. He could share his friend. If he had to share him with someone. Smiling, realizing, it would be them. He is so damn tired.
TM: FL
Just so damn tired. The warmth under his check moving. Speaking.
“Doctor,” it spoke. Spoke in a voice all to familiar to him now. Grumbling, I sit up and try to move to the a better position. Landing against another warm cushion.
“No, no, Bones time to get up.” Groaning I sit up. That voice I know all to well.
“Jim, I’m tied.”
“I know.” Feeling Kirk swipe a hand over his cheek and through his hair. “But we landed and need to present the heroes of the enterprise.” Hearing the sarcasm in his voice. Kirk never realizing how special he is. I see it. Always have since the first hungover day, plastered day on the shuttle. Great opening line. Sharing a drink. Distracting me from this space.
My hands go to rub the grit from my eyes. Opening them I am greeted to the senior staff looking at me. Worry, gratitude, happy, playful, and a thank god. I can only groan as I stretch and hear my back pop. Standing I am beside Kirk and Spock.
“So how do we do this?” Kirk looked to Spock. Spock looked at everyone as they looked to him for the answer. He straightened. Mind going glacier calm.
“The others shall precede the captain.” Feeling Kirk take an unconscious step toward me. His one and only backup. But now there are more. This staff so honored to be with him. Resting a hand on his shoulder, I smile.
“Let’s get this over with. “ the others nodding. We all look to one another.
“Who’s first?” the hatch opens. The roar of the crowd is overwhelming. One hell of home welcoming.
Gratitude. Happiness, Love. Lost. Greif. Praise. The wave hitting me so hard I stumble back. Only Jim and Spock stopping me from falling on my ass. They escort me to a seat. Kneeling in front of me. Spock taking my hand and stroking it again. I can feel Nyota and a wave of jealousy. I cringe. Blinking the emotion away I look up as Spock glares at her. She shakes her head. Turning away from our scene. The others though stand by the door. The crowd continuing to make noise.
“Guys go out one by one. Give us some time.” Aye captains, we’re spoken from the staff. Jim placed a hand on my shoulder. “Bones, focus.”
“Trying,” I grit out. My beach is not clear. I’m surrounded in a fog. And the waves are lapping like crazy at my feet.
“Doctor,” Spock speaks. “Focus on one item to calm. Don’t worry about the other.” Focusing again. The fog I can deal with. Barely see through it. But the waves are still crashing one right after the other. That is what I need to calm. Building upon my reef. Focusing on Jim I let the reef grow to a stronger wall. The waves lap but not that badly. Then a warm presence is beside me. The fog dissipates a little. Opening my eyes to reality. I feel much better. Jim smiling at me. Feeling the connection I made stronger. Than Spock who I let warm me. He nodded. I close my eyes and smile.
“Time to face the music.” Standing I have both my shields on either side of me. But I stop at the door. You can fit two at a time through it but not three. Looking to Jim. No, the captain. He should have the honor of being last. Laying a hand on his shoulder.
“See you at the bottom of the steps.” Jim nods not trusting to voice back his worry. But turns to Spock.
“Watch him for me.”
“I will.” Shacking my head.
“And you call me a mother hen.” Clapping a hand on Spock’s shoulder. “Let’s go.” We approach the door. Looking over my shoulder at Jim. He smiles nervously. “We’re here for you. See you at the bottom.” Basically, I love you.
Blinking into the sun, I step out. Hearing people cheer. Other’s calling my name. Flashes of media lights going off. Spock and I side by side walk down the steps. Then I stop to looks back. Jim hasn’t appeared. Come on Jim. Focusing on him I feel him radiate. Nervousness, unsuccessfulness, loss. That won’t do. Being brave I raise my hands in the air. People cheer but I put my palms out for silence. The Starfleet personal recognizing it and shushing the others. The water calms.
“Presenting to you!” I shout. He needs this. “Acting Captain, James Tiberius Kirk.” The crowd goes into a frenzy. The kid an instant celebrity. I watch as Jim steps out onto the top platform. He waves and smiles. Then looks to me and nods. Spock takes a step but I wait. Watching him become a god amongst men. But he is still my reef. Spock stops a few steps down. Than Jim waves big and come down the stairs. Throwing an arm around me.
“Thanks,” he whispers in my ear. We both smile as we reach the bottom. Spock stands there for us. Jim throwing his other arm around him. The media going crazy over us. Over Jim. People begin to get close. Bumping into us. People reaching out to get a touch. I go still. People shouting all our names. Especially KIRK! Security is trying to keep people back. But they still get through. The waves crash again. Then a warmth engulfs me. Opening my eyes. Spock is beside me. Hand wrapped tightly around my wrist. Eye contact asking me, am I alright. I half smile and nod, for now. We move back a little. But Jim follows us and moves to us. He gloms onto us. Not wanting to be alone. Guess I’ll have my picture posted alongside his. But I’ll just be chopped out,
“Leonard!” Twisting my head to my name I search the crowd. My name gets called again. I try and go toward the familiar voice but a vice grip holds me in place. Spock won’t let go. Keeping his promise to protect me. Smiling at him. He quirks an eyebrow. My name gets called again. Looking toward it I yearn to see who calls. People begin to shout questions. My eyes though look around. Seeing Chekov hugging a girl a little shorter than him to him. Family’s moments caught on data streams. Sulu being enveloped by his parents. Uhura surrounded by her family. Scotty looking around the crowd. Sticking close to Chekov. Guess there is something. Chekov taking in our stowaway passenger. Hell I take mine to my family all the time.
“Leonard!” the voice shouts again. Twisting my head I see a blur. Damnit. Closing my eyes I let myself wonder along the shoreline. Trying to find the one who calls me. I know I really don’t work like this but I can always try. The fog is around me. But I feel through it. Letting Spock tether me. Walking along I stumble over debris. Who is it? I move away form the waves. More toward the tree line. Then something radiates and I reach for it. Touching it. An elm. Beautiful. Arms stretching wide. My father’s oak beside her. My mother. Grasping it.
Grabbing Kirk I secure him to me. He looks grateful. Lost for a moment in the crowd but safe again. He latches onto me and I pull them with me. Toward the elm. The crowd tries to bombard us. But I won’t be swayed. Stumbling along the debris. Then there she is. She comes over and envelops me into a hug. So much warmth and love there. Thanking god for saving him. She hugs me tight as if I was one who was lost amongst the stars. Like my uncle. But I came back. She let’s go and hugs Jim. The media going wild. For the first time noticing the big screens showing what the streamers are recording. Family moments. Jim laughs and hugs her back. She steps back and appraises us. Then looks to Spock.
“Well boy aren’t yah gonna introduce me.” Scuffing my feet like a child. I always felt like a child around her.
“Momma, Spock, Spock, My mother.” Spock takes her in. Feeling the warmth shudder. Oh shit, his mom. I try to get to him. Bowing my head I let his storm crash. Wavering he grabs me.
“Mrs. McCoy,” he greets. She notices my reaction sees the lost in his eyes. Notices him as Vulcan. Knows about them. But doesn’t matter. She bowls in and hugs him. Seeing that I accept him. Allow him to touch me. Hold me up. Now he is family. I watch Spock stiffen. Jim and I both smile at this. Then he returns the hug.
“Welcome to the family.” She tells him. Then she appraises us. “You boys need some home cooking.”
“I would love that.” Jim groans at the memory of her cooking.
“I’m sure yah do.” She pokes Jim in the stomach. He smiles and lays an arm around her shoulder. His second mother. Hope Spock will accept her too. Not letting go of Spock I grab my mom.
We plow our way through the crowd. Making the rounds to the other families of the senior staff. Knowing we will be called before the admirals soon. Going over every detail of the mission. Discussing the dead. The events. Who did this? Who did that? Why did you do this?
Why did I bring Jim Kirk on board? I’ll take a court marshal if given one for my responsibility on that. We wouldn’t be here if not for me. Knowing I broke protocol. But who gives a damn. Jim Kirk, the Hero of Earth. Hero of my heart.
Making our way through the crowd we get to an awaiting deluxe hovercraft. Inside the craft are two other gentlemen. Both older gentlemen. Both Vulcan.
By Wolfa Moon
DIS: Love this story. Love thee Bones. Love Thee Kirk. All in fun.
SUM: Empathic! McCoy
Song: Fall in the Light: Lori Carson
Part 1: Link
Part 2: Discovery
Part 3: Go For a walk
Part 4: Sims Happen
Part 5: The Old Ways
Part 6: Feeling of Home
Part 7: Counting Waves
Part 8: | Mighty River Flows
TM: FL
The ship limped home. All aboard exhausted beyond belief. Working overtime. Finally in space dock. Ordered back to base. The exhausted senior staff all on one shuttle. The last shuttle to arrive. For they are the heroes of earth.
Kirk looked around at his senior staff. Chekov was leaning into Scotty. Scotty placing a protective arm around the lad. Sulu head tilted to the side. Eyes watching the Enterprise fade from sight. Kirk can admit he side glanced at her too. Making sure she is still there. Then he looked to the rest of his staff. Most importantly the man beside him. Bones was beyond tired. Beyond his limits in all talents. Pike given better odds under his hands than any other. Especially with his background in neuropathy. The best hands.
Arriving late to the shuttle. Batting down the hatches before getting on. He missed the position arrangement his friend is in now. McCoy had his head resting on Spock’s shoulder. His left hand in Spock’s with Nyota placing a hand over top. That is a weird couple. Kirk wondered did she mind that he was leaning toward our side. Guessing not. He watched his friend sleep. At least he got over his fear, kinda. Taking his friend’s hand he ran slow circles over them. It had been a hard month. They literally limped back. With the fleet elsewhere. They couldn’t assist them. Some Vulcan refuge ships stayed beside us. Following us to their only salivation at the moment. McCoy’s hand trembled under his. The sensation must of past to him. But not penetrating the haze. Spock though looked to Kirk.
Kirk could only smile back. Looking at his best friend than to where his other hand rests. He could share his friend. If he had to share him with someone. Smiling, realizing, it would be them. He is so damn tired.
TM: FL
Just so damn tired. The warmth under his check moving. Speaking.
“Doctor,” it spoke. Spoke in a voice all to familiar to him now. Grumbling, I sit up and try to move to the a better position. Landing against another warm cushion.
“No, no, Bones time to get up.” Groaning I sit up. That voice I know all to well.
“Jim, I’m tied.”
“I know.” Feeling Kirk swipe a hand over his cheek and through his hair. “But we landed and need to present the heroes of the enterprise.” Hearing the sarcasm in his voice. Kirk never realizing how special he is. I see it. Always have since the first hungover day, plastered day on the shuttle. Great opening line. Sharing a drink. Distracting me from this space.
My hands go to rub the grit from my eyes. Opening them I am greeted to the senior staff looking at me. Worry, gratitude, happy, playful, and a thank god. I can only groan as I stretch and hear my back pop. Standing I am beside Kirk and Spock.
“So how do we do this?” Kirk looked to Spock. Spock looked at everyone as they looked to him for the answer. He straightened. Mind going glacier calm.
“The others shall precede the captain.” Feeling Kirk take an unconscious step toward me. His one and only backup. But now there are more. This staff so honored to be with him. Resting a hand on his shoulder, I smile.
“Let’s get this over with. “ the others nodding. We all look to one another.
“Who’s first?” the hatch opens. The roar of the crowd is overwhelming. One hell of home welcoming.
Gratitude. Happiness, Love. Lost. Greif. Praise. The wave hitting me so hard I stumble back. Only Jim and Spock stopping me from falling on my ass. They escort me to a seat. Kneeling in front of me. Spock taking my hand and stroking it again. I can feel Nyota and a wave of jealousy. I cringe. Blinking the emotion away I look up as Spock glares at her. She shakes her head. Turning away from our scene. The others though stand by the door. The crowd continuing to make noise.
“Guys go out one by one. Give us some time.” Aye captains, we’re spoken from the staff. Jim placed a hand on my shoulder. “Bones, focus.”
“Trying,” I grit out. My beach is not clear. I’m surrounded in a fog. And the waves are lapping like crazy at my feet.
“Doctor,” Spock speaks. “Focus on one item to calm. Don’t worry about the other.” Focusing again. The fog I can deal with. Barely see through it. But the waves are still crashing one right after the other. That is what I need to calm. Building upon my reef. Focusing on Jim I let the reef grow to a stronger wall. The waves lap but not that badly. Then a warm presence is beside me. The fog dissipates a little. Opening my eyes to reality. I feel much better. Jim smiling at me. Feeling the connection I made stronger. Than Spock who I let warm me. He nodded. I close my eyes and smile.
“Time to face the music.” Standing I have both my shields on either side of me. But I stop at the door. You can fit two at a time through it but not three. Looking to Jim. No, the captain. He should have the honor of being last. Laying a hand on his shoulder.
“See you at the bottom of the steps.” Jim nods not trusting to voice back his worry. But turns to Spock.
“Watch him for me.”
“I will.” Shacking my head.
“And you call me a mother hen.” Clapping a hand on Spock’s shoulder. “Let’s go.” We approach the door. Looking over my shoulder at Jim. He smiles nervously. “We’re here for you. See you at the bottom.” Basically, I love you.
Blinking into the sun, I step out. Hearing people cheer. Other’s calling my name. Flashes of media lights going off. Spock and I side by side walk down the steps. Then I stop to looks back. Jim hasn’t appeared. Come on Jim. Focusing on him I feel him radiate. Nervousness, unsuccessfulness, loss. That won’t do. Being brave I raise my hands in the air. People cheer but I put my palms out for silence. The Starfleet personal recognizing it and shushing the others. The water calms.
“Presenting to you!” I shout. He needs this. “Acting Captain, James Tiberius Kirk.” The crowd goes into a frenzy. The kid an instant celebrity. I watch as Jim steps out onto the top platform. He waves and smiles. Then looks to me and nods. Spock takes a step but I wait. Watching him become a god amongst men. But he is still my reef. Spock stops a few steps down. Than Jim waves big and come down the stairs. Throwing an arm around me.
“Thanks,” he whispers in my ear. We both smile as we reach the bottom. Spock stands there for us. Jim throwing his other arm around him. The media going crazy over us. Over Jim. People begin to get close. Bumping into us. People reaching out to get a touch. I go still. People shouting all our names. Especially KIRK! Security is trying to keep people back. But they still get through. The waves crash again. Then a warmth engulfs me. Opening my eyes. Spock is beside me. Hand wrapped tightly around my wrist. Eye contact asking me, am I alright. I half smile and nod, for now. We move back a little. But Jim follows us and moves to us. He gloms onto us. Not wanting to be alone. Guess I’ll have my picture posted alongside his. But I’ll just be chopped out,
“Leonard!” Twisting my head to my name I search the crowd. My name gets called again. I try and go toward the familiar voice but a vice grip holds me in place. Spock won’t let go. Keeping his promise to protect me. Smiling at him. He quirks an eyebrow. My name gets called again. Looking toward it I yearn to see who calls. People begin to shout questions. My eyes though look around. Seeing Chekov hugging a girl a little shorter than him to him. Family’s moments caught on data streams. Sulu being enveloped by his parents. Uhura surrounded by her family. Scotty looking around the crowd. Sticking close to Chekov. Guess there is something. Chekov taking in our stowaway passenger. Hell I take mine to my family all the time.
“Leonard!” the voice shouts again. Twisting my head I see a blur. Damnit. Closing my eyes I let myself wonder along the shoreline. Trying to find the one who calls me. I know I really don’t work like this but I can always try. The fog is around me. But I feel through it. Letting Spock tether me. Walking along I stumble over debris. Who is it? I move away form the waves. More toward the tree line. Then something radiates and I reach for it. Touching it. An elm. Beautiful. Arms stretching wide. My father’s oak beside her. My mother. Grasping it.
Grabbing Kirk I secure him to me. He looks grateful. Lost for a moment in the crowd but safe again. He latches onto me and I pull them with me. Toward the elm. The crowd tries to bombard us. But I won’t be swayed. Stumbling along the debris. Then there she is. She comes over and envelops me into a hug. So much warmth and love there. Thanking god for saving him. She hugs me tight as if I was one who was lost amongst the stars. Like my uncle. But I came back. She let’s go and hugs Jim. The media going wild. For the first time noticing the big screens showing what the streamers are recording. Family moments. Jim laughs and hugs her back. She steps back and appraises us. Then looks to Spock.
“Well boy aren’t yah gonna introduce me.” Scuffing my feet like a child. I always felt like a child around her.
“Momma, Spock, Spock, My mother.” Spock takes her in. Feeling the warmth shudder. Oh shit, his mom. I try to get to him. Bowing my head I let his storm crash. Wavering he grabs me.
“Mrs. McCoy,” he greets. She notices my reaction sees the lost in his eyes. Notices him as Vulcan. Knows about them. But doesn’t matter. She bowls in and hugs him. Seeing that I accept him. Allow him to touch me. Hold me up. Now he is family. I watch Spock stiffen. Jim and I both smile at this. Then he returns the hug.
“Welcome to the family.” She tells him. Then she appraises us. “You boys need some home cooking.”
“I would love that.” Jim groans at the memory of her cooking.
“I’m sure yah do.” She pokes Jim in the stomach. He smiles and lays an arm around her shoulder. His second mother. Hope Spock will accept her too. Not letting go of Spock I grab my mom.
We plow our way through the crowd. Making the rounds to the other families of the senior staff. Knowing we will be called before the admirals soon. Going over every detail of the mission. Discussing the dead. The events. Who did this? Who did that? Why did you do this?
Why did I bring Jim Kirk on board? I’ll take a court marshal if given one for my responsibility on that. We wouldn’t be here if not for me. Knowing I broke protocol. But who gives a damn. Jim Kirk, the Hero of Earth. Hero of my heart.
Making our way through the crowd we get to an awaiting deluxe hovercraft. Inside the craft are two other gentlemen. Both older gentlemen. Both Vulcan.