have you ever met somebody and thought “i want to share a diner milkshake with you at 3am and then hold your hand all the way home”
aformofmotion sent: Gaila throws her hands up in the air in exasperation. “Please tell me you’re going to admit you want to kiss each other before I die of second hand sexual frustration.”
and i turned it into a prompt.
thepathlesstrekked asked: Prompt: Bones and Jim are fighting, they accidentally break the captain's chair.
Umm, so, this kind of got away from me and the chair never came into it. Sorry?
Sometimes, Leo thinks that Jim has a sixth sense. It’s the only explanation for his special ability to (1) detect the behaviors that will annoy his CMO and then (2) exhibit them as often as possible.
It’s as a result of this particular ‘gift’ of Jim’s that Leonard is currently standing on the bridge, red-faced and shouting in front of the whole damn gamma-shift.
Their esteemed captain had come back from an away mission last night, insisting he didn’t need a medical assessment. Then, at dinner this evening, Spock had let slip that Jim had taken a pretty serious fall into a ravine during the course of their exploration. Which, of course, explained his absence in the mess: he was avoid Leonard. The doctor had tried comming Jim to come to medbay twice since, to no response. It was ridiculous. From what Spock said, he had to have at least two cracked ribs and possible minor internal bleeding. And yet here he was, working his way through a triple shift for no reason other than desire to avoid medical examination. Leo had had enough. He’d marched his righteously pissed-off self up to the bridge, and…
…all hell had broken loose.
“Damnit, Jim! You’re supposed to set an example for your crew! If you won’t come to me when you’re injured, how the hell can I expect them to?” He hadn’t thought about the fact that they’d have an audience, but he doubted it would have stopped him at this point anyway. He knew Jim well enough to know that he could only be caught if cornered. And now, pinned between the rage of his CMO and the wide eyes of his gamma-shift bridge crew, he was about as cornered as he could get.
“Bones, listen, I was gonna- “
“Like hell you were!” He spat back. “I may have been born at night, Jim, but it wasn’t last night. We’re doing this. Now.” He glared around at the crew, few as they were. “Out! All of you! Now!”
“Bones,” Jim attempted to calm him. “We’re not in medbay-”
“No, we’re not! And you’re bleeding into your fool damn chest cavity. So unless you all want your captain to keep going without medical attention- “ He turned to level a glare at the four gamma crewmen, but he needn’t have worried.
They were gone, the doors sliding shut neatly behind them.
“Better,” Leo grouses, turning back to face his wayward captain. “Computer, disable security video feed, medical override code jay-oh-four-two-seven-McCoy.”
“Confirmed. Security cameras disabled.” Leo nods, satisfied, and rounds on Jim.
“Now, you. Strip.” Jim cocks an eyebrow, but the doctor cuts him off before he can comment. “Don’t get smart, I’m pissed at you. Spock said the majority of damage was localized to your torso, so, shirt off.”
This time Jim merely complies, wincing as he lifted his shirt off over what Leo now knows are broken ribs. If the hitch in his breathing as he moved weren’t enough, the pattern of bruising over his left side would be.
“Idiot,” he mumbles as he sets his pack on Spock’s science station and removes the tricorder. A quick scan reveals two fractures underneath a not-inconsiderable subcutaneous hematoma. It won’t kill him, but it probably hurts like a bitch.
“Have you taken anything for the pain?”
“You’d know if I had. I don’t keep hypos hidden in my quarters.”
“Well not everyone likes their ibuprofen delivered intramuscularly,” McCoy replies, eyes rolling. But he’s loading a hypo even as he says it, holding it out towards Jim like an olive branch. “May I?”
Jim sighs, but nods his head. At least his shirt’s already off; it saves Leo the trouble of going for the neck. He presses the tip against Jim’s bicep and depresses the plunger slowly, which at least makes the delivery less uncomfortable.
“There, that’s all I can do for you now. You’ll have to come with me to medbay for the osteoregen.” Jim nods, pulling his shirt back on with considerable effort.
“I would have done that eventually, you know. There was no reason to barge in here and terrify the gamma-shift kids like that.” Leo avoids eye contact, busying himself with closing up his medbag.
“Yeah, I know. But it’s all I got.” Jim stills, looks puzzled.
“What is that supposed to mean?” Leo sighs.
“Listen, kid. I can’t protect you. I couldn’t protect you from Nero, or Khan, and I sure as hell can’t protect you from your damn stupid self. All I ever get to be in charge of is putting you back together again when the rest of the world is done beatin’ on ya. And it ain’t much, but it’s mine. So, forgive me if I get a little pissy when someone gets in the way of me doin’ it.”
His mouth has apparently developed sentience and flown the nest, completely out of his control. He acknowledges his lapse in judgement only by blushing furiously, lifting the bag off of Spock’s desk and onto his shoulder. He moves to leave, but a hand on his elbow stops him.
“Hey,” Jim says, voice strange and soft. “It’s not all you’ve got.” Leo looks up, exasperated, and waits for him to continue.
But apparently Jim’s mouth has declared independence, too, because suddenly he’s kissing Leo and Leo has the insane thought that he hopes they’ll be happy together.
Their mouths, that is.
He knows he and Jim are going to be just fine.
i wonder what mccoy’s first thought was when he saw those gorgeous blue eyes
Do you ever just make the perfect cup of tea after weeks of tea that was just a little off how you like it and then not even want to drink it because then it will be gone forever