|leonard mccoy (eliot beckon) (dammitjim) wrote in the100,|
@ 2016-05-09 21:31:00
|Entry tags:||!log/thread, james kirk (aos), leonard "bones" mccoy (aos)|
Who: Leonard McCoy & Jim Kirk
When: Backdated to post-Storybrooke
Where: McCoy's Room
What: Jim came to harass Bones. Because it's how he does.
Rating: Bones has a potty mouth, but it's pretty tame
Jim didn't want to spend too much time thinking about the past two weeks. Married. With kids. It was enough to make him go crazy. But he had come back to Spock. And Bones was here. Bones who should have been here a month ago when Jim was stuck in quarantine. But it didn't matter. He was finally here.
He made his way to Bones' room and flopped on the bed.
"Took you long enough to show up here."
After damn near two weeks in this godforsaken hellhole - which maybe wasn't that bad, but hell if he'd admit that out loud - Jim had showed back up, along with over 100 other people who he'd heard had up and vanished shortly before his own arrival.
“My invitation must have gotten lost,” he commented drily with a roll of his eyes. Just like Jim to be melodramatic about things.
"Did you throw up on the intake staff? Please tell me you threw up on somebody," Kirk said, sounding more like the first year cadet than the decorated young Starfleet Captain he was. He'd seen too much already in his short career already and the last month had been hellish, between the quarantine and being unsure if he'd lose his leg or worse, and then the two weeks of God knows what that was. He didn't want to deal with any of it though. He just wanted his crew, his family, safe and in one place - even if it was a post apocalyptic wasteland.
He reached for the pillow and pulled it under his head. "Now we're just missing Nyota and Scotty and Chekov and then it'll be real party. We should throw a party."
“Why? Did you?” He was still a little worn out after the big battle and everyone who had to be tended to in the aftermath and then his head was still swimming a little with the news Spock had given him and he and Jim dating, but he couldn't help grinning now as he attempted to tease his friend.
He wasn't going to admit it, but it was damn good to see him, to have him back here with them. It had just been him and Spock the first couple of weeks. The Vulcan was growing on him, but he'd missed Jim more that he wanted to think about.
“You want to throw a party?” He shook his head at that, but he was still almost smiling. “You do realize we were all just attacked by goblins or something, right before the rest of you got back, right? Not to mention their rations are tighter than ever.”
"Okay, so food and booze will be a problem if we're on tight rations, but we can still manage somehow. Just need some music," Jim said, giving Bones the brilliant grin that he was known for. Talking about planning a party was easier than dealing with the fact that he'd spent the last two weeks in a small town in Maine because of a magic spell. Or about the fact that Bones was here. Now. He'd needed Bones last month. Bones had shown up while he'd been gone. "I hear you survived two weeks with Spock. Must be a new record."
McCoy just shook his head again. Leave it to Jim to want to plan a party after everything everyone had been there lately. Maybe it wasn't a bad idea, though. Maybe people could use something good to focus on. Lord knew he could use it after the last few days here.
He just shrugged when he brought up Spock. “That's no more surprising than what he told me about the two of you,” he remarked. “Besides, I think he might be growing on me.” In all honestly, he liked Spock. He didn't always understand him, but he respected him, most of the time.
"So you know, huh? It's… Good.." Which was an understatement. Jim rolled onto his stomach, propping his chin up on his hands as he watched Bones, a strange look on his face. It was different than the looks he'd had after a good night at the academy. Spock was different and this relationship, well, Jim was… smitten.. for lack of a better word.
There was a goofy look on his face. "I mean, it just.. works.." His mind jumped back to what Bones had been talking about. "You didn't get hurt, did you? Otherwise I'll go kick some goblin ass."
“Yeah, I know. He was going on like a complete sap. Hard not figure it out from there.” It was still kind of weird to think about, Jim and Spock together, but it was hard to think about Jim actually being serious about anyone and it was equally hard to imagine Spock being interested in something casual. He supposed as long as the two of them were happy, that was what counted. Besides, he was too tired to really over analyze things right now.
“You can just keep the details to yourself,” he said, knowing he probably wouldn’t listen. The last thing he wanted to hear about was Jim’s sex life, not that it ever stopped the man from telling him all about it. Being irritated was harder with him looking all concerned, though. He shook his head. “I’m fine, just tired. Lot of long hours in medical. Our casualties were low compared to what they could have been, but we had a lot of injuries.”
"Wait, what?" Jim said, focusing his attention on Bones. "Spock was sappy? My Spock?" The look he gave Bones was incredulous. Of course, the fact that he thought of him as his probably said something. He scrutinized Bones, noting the shadows under his eyes, the stubble. "Have you eaten? You do need to eat and sleep you know. And I'm not above tying you to the bed to make sure you get some rest."
Then the shit eating grin was back. "You mean you don't want to hear about the amazing things he can do with his tongue or his pointy ears?"
“Yes, and you missed it. And no I don’t want to hear about the amazing things he can do with with his anything.” He shrugged at the question of whether he’d eaten.Truthfully, he’d lost track of when his last actual meal had been. He’d at least taken a break to rest yesterday at some point, but then he’d gotten back to work and it was hard for him to let himself rest when people needed him. Safe to say, it had probably been awhile since his last real meal or since he’d done more than shut his eyes for a few minutes.
“I was going to rest before someone barged in all dramatically,” he returned. He was mostly joking, glad Jim had come by, glad to see his friend in person even after knowing those who’d disappeared had come back.
"You love my drama," Jim said, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at Bones. He sat up with a grunt, studying Bones carefully. "Don't plan on missing anything else, though. I'm back and don't plan on going anywhere."
He ran a hand through his hair. "Thanks, for keeping an eye on Spock, and.. You know, being here. I.. before you came, I… shit, Bones, I wasn't sure if I was going to make it. There was this stupid infection I got.. "
McCoy just rolled his eyes at that. “Oh, yeah, can hardly live without it.” He’d never admit that maybe it was partly right or that he’d spent the last two weeks trying to figure out how to get Jim back here, for him and for Spock. Admitting to any of that was the last thing Jim’s ego needed.
He’d heard about the stint in medical from Spock and he didn’t doubt in a place like this it had been serious, but Spock hadn’t said anything to suggest they wouldn’t be able to treat it. Then again, Spock wasn’t prone to exaggeration or sentiment usually.
“I suppose next time you’re hurt, you’ll actually tell your damn doctor, then,” he suggested. Assuming he’d actually learned his lesson there. With Jim, that was never exactly a given.
"I did tell Christine," Jim whined, sounding more like a petulant toddler than Captain of the Federation's flagship. "Bones, it was a scratch. I'm not going to bother you about a damned scratch."
He shifted on the bed and hiked up his pant leg, the scar bigger from where they'd removed the infected tissue. "It was this big," he indicated with his fingers. "And then two days later it's puffy and painful and I went to Christine.. And then everyone's freaking out and we're in quarantine and it's not responding to drugs or magic.."
He talked about it like it had been an adventure movie, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes. He'd been scared. Petrified, even, that he was going to lose his leg, or worse, that he was going to lose Spock and Christine and Sulu and Lauren. But Jim Kirk did not like to be afraid. And he certainly didn't want people to know just how deep that fear had gone. So he changed the topic.
"So, Christine and Pike, eh? Who'd have thought."
“Uh huh.” A flash of sympathy appeared on his face when he saw a glimpse of how afraid Jim had been, but when he tried to change the subject, McCoy let him, even if what he really wanted was some sleep. He hadn’t gotten a lot of it in the last two weeks, like med school all over again.
“Yeah,” he agreed. “I guess I can kinda see it.” There was an age difference, and it had been against the rules, clearly, but knowing what he knew about the both of them, he could see it working. It was a damned shame, how it’d turned out. McCoy had liked Pike, but he could barely imagine what Christine had gone through.”
"The dead can show up here you know.." Kirk said. The rest unsaid. Pike could show up here. His mentor, the man who got him into Starfleet. The man who had been like a father to him…
Kirk shook his head and gave Bones a smile. Not the dazzling brilliant poster boy smile, but a smaller, more reserved one, generally only seen by the people closest to him. "I'm glad you're here."