[Cabin, Risa] -- [Kirk and Bones]

[kirktastic]

Kirk came back from the beach still damp but uncaring. He pulled up to the cabin, hesitating only long enough to make sure the leather seat of the cycle was dried before he went to find Bones. There was a lot they needed to talk about. More then he thought he wanted to, but knew he had to.

"Bones?"

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[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

"Out here," he called. He'd been outside, found a cool spot to finish one of the books he'd gotten on his shopping trip with George. Dumb, he'd bought them to stave off boredom on their space journey, but Bones found himself with nothing to do that day, and the book looked good.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Kirk's ears perked with that and he followed the voice, smiling as he spotted Bones. He slipped over to his lover and stole a brief kiss, grinning lazily, "Hey there." He flopped down beside Bones on the ground.

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Bones looked over at him - he hadn't seen Jim since he'd taken off the evening before for his meeting with the Spocks. "How you doing?" he asked, trying to keep the worry out of his voice.

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"...Alright." Kirk said with a small smile. "Just a long night." He slid his hand back through still damp hair. "Too much stuff I didn't want to think about."

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

"Tell me about it?" Bones asked casually. There was a lot of things that he and Jim talked about, sometimes over meals, sometimes at night before they drifted off t sleep. Little things about the ship, the people on board, their respective concerns about their jobs... but Bones was smart enough to know that there was a lot that he didn't know, information that Jim, as Captain, had to keep close to his chest.

Or things that Jim just didn't want to tell him.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

A slow breath and he licked his lips, unsure of how much he could say. "...both Spocks are complete idiots, but idiots I want to protect from their own stupidity." He finally said, slumping in place. He didn't want to think about Pher and everything the bastard had caused.

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"They should be glad they have you then," he replied, closing his book. Whatever it was that was on Jim's mind was really bothering him. Maybe that's why he wanted to go have dinner with the other guys tonight. Maybe he could open up with them around.

"What time do we have to be there tonight?" he asked, getting up and heading toward the bedroom. "I should change before we go."

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

"I don't really think there's a set time or even that it's today." Kirk said cautiously, "But I'd like to... if you want to." Blue eyes looked to Bones, wondering. "We're not in a rush or anything..."

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

"Oh, okay," he said, sitting down on the bed. "Tonight would be good, though. Nothing else planned, don't think," he looked up at Jim, who was staring back at him like...

"Jim, what's wrong?" he asked, exhaling.

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"Nothing." Lie. Kirk slipped into the bedroom, the words from his elder self still in his mind and burning hot. He slowly lowed himself onto the bed, just sitting on the bed, gripping it tightly.

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McCoy watched him silently. He'd experienced this before, years of seeing Jim when he was worried, scared. Something was bothering him, or something had happened. In the past his usual response would be to take his best friend out for a drink, or to just hang around the dorm room, waiting patiently until Jim finally spilled his guts about whatever it was that was bothering him.

Well, he wasn't going to a bar tonight, that's for sure. He nudged Jim with one shoulder, looking at him sideways.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Kirk shifted just a little and leaned against Bones. "I just got back from talking with Jim." He muttered, "And... just... some other shit." He hated talking about personal shit like this, but Bones somehow always dragged it out of him. Specially with that look.

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Talking... A tightness formed in Bones' stomach, wondering what sort of talking it had been - or if that was one of Jim's euphemisms for something else. "I was chatting myself the other day, yesterday maybe, I don't even remember, with Leonard. Interesting fellow," he added, knowing that eventually it would come out, whatever Jim needed to say.

He just needed to give him the time and space to get it out. "Everything alright with Jim?"

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

"Yea. We talked about what happened the other night, how awkward it was..." He smiled a little with that, "We fixed it I think, though. I'm glad. Its weird, being upset with yourself."

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"Awkward?" Bones repeated, looking outside at the water.

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"Yea. Afterwards he just... he got all weirded out about Spock and went and saw him." A small laugh, "Got to see Spock cuddled up to himself. Kinda cute, in a fucking weird way."

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Afterwards... Folding his hands in front of him, Bones just sat there. He'd been wrong, maybe he didn't want to hear more about this conversation.

And Spock? Cuddling himself? Fuck, him too? He shook his head slightly, chuckling to himself. Were they all fucking crazy but him?

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

"Don't ask me about it because I have no clue." A laugh, "It was surreal, seriously. Spock sleeps very..." He mimicked curling up, "Like this. The other Spock was all curled around him."

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"Trust me, I'm not askin'..." Bones retorted quickly, a bitter edge to his voice. Did he really think he wanted to know about this?

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Something... wasn't right. Kirk looked to his friend, blinking slightly. "...Hey, Bones? What's up?" He urged a little, trying to figure it out.

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"I don't know, Jim, what is up?" Bones asked, turning back to look at Jim. "You walk in here like the world's on your shoulders, then you start talking 'bout... shit, I don't even know." He exhaled, trying not to lose his temper. "I thought you had problems, not gossip."

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Okay, definitely something wrong. This wasn't normal grumpy-Bones, this was... actually angry-Bones. "Bones, come on, talk to me. What's wrong?" He honestly couldn't remember the last time he saw actual anger from his friend. It made every bit of him arch up in defensive mode.

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

"Just drop it, Jim," he muttered, not wanting to get into this, especially if Jim hadn't picked up on it yet.


Bones stood, heading to the kitchen. "C'mon, just - go send a message to your friends, tell them we'll be over later."

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

"No." Kirk reached over and grasped Bones' wrist, tugging on it to turn his friend around. "Bones, talk to me. What the fuck is wrong?"

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

"I don't want to hear about you and Jim," Bones spat back, pulling his wrist away. "If that's all right with you."