[A Stupid Hot Mess] -- [Kirk and Bones]

[kirktastic]

After the communication with Bones, Kirk already knew this was going to not go well. He had left a last note to Bones, giving him the location of a small lounge near the residential area. It was supposed to be for ambassadors, but hell, he was Captain. He could use it, and he could lock it down.

He also knew the replicator had access to the alcoholic menu.

He flopped down with a grunt into a heavily padded chair and closed his eyes. His left hand was throbbing slowly in time with his heart beat, and he told it to leave him alone. This was the absolute last thing he ever wanted to be doing.

And Bones was forcing him to. Fuck.

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[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

"It won't be that long in the course of our whole lives... but long, now." Kirk murmured. "We'll all be together. We'll do it together."

"No more after this." Kirk muttered, tilting the glass to indicate what he meant. He didn't want to be entirely sober honestly, but he was the captain and he wouldn't let himself get soused. "Probably medicate ourselves with this a little too much. Makes talking about this shit easier."

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

"Probably right," Bones agreed. He looked at the glass, and frowned. "George say anything to you 'bout this?" he asked, holding up the clear liquid.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

"George?" That surprised him, "No, George didn't mention anything about alcohol." He gave Bones a confused look.

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

"Hmph," Bones made a small noise.

After a minute he explained with a small shrug. "He's um, worried about me. Thinks I drink too much."

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Kirk almost said You do before stopped himself. "Have you been getting drunk with him a lot?"

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

"Not really," Bones replied slow. "But he's not stupid, and if he's talked to Sam..."

Bones gave a little sigh. "I wasn't in the best shape while you two were gone."

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Fuck. Kirk reached down and literally hauled Bones up, forcing him to look. "How much did you drink, Bones?" He asked, brows furrowing heavily as he stared at his friend. "What happened while I was gone?"

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

"What do you think?" Bones answered, a little defensively, then softened his look and his voice. "You know how I get," he added. "It was like that." Maybe worse.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

"...if you keep pestering me for details, I want ones from you." Kirk rumbled unhappily, his eyes very focused.

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

"What do you want to know? That I wasn't eating, wasn't sleeping. Falling back on my favorite crutch when I needed it most? None of that was as bad as what you were going through, so it doesn't matter. Just- just drop it."

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Kirk let out a breath and just about whispered, "The only man who can remove his CMO from his position is the captain."

Turning the tables, making Bones realize he wasn't allowed to do this either, specially if he couldn't get away with it. It was something Kirk was good at, and everyone hated him for it.

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

"You think you got cause?" Bones retorted angrily. "You want someone else here?"

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

"The point is I can't have you dissolving into a mess if something happens to me!" Kirk snapped back, "No more then I can stop being Captain if something happens to you! It fucking killed me when we couldn't get in contact with you on Juxta, but that didn't stop me!"

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

"Did I or did I not fix you when you got back?" Bones replied coldly. "You complaining about the care you received, Jim?"

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Kirk twitched, "What if something happened when I was on that fucking ship, Bones? What if Nero had attacked and they needed your skill? Could you honestly say you would have been ready?"

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

"Yes, I would have," Bones replied. "I wasn't fuckin' falling over myself, Jim. If you think I'd do that, if you don't trust me then you should replace me."

He took a deep breath and stared back at Kirk. "You got something to say to be about my drinking, then say it. You say don't like 'what -if's' so don't throw them back at me."

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

"I'm saying you can't be drinking when stuff is going on that is so important!" Kirk growled back, giving him a stare. "I spent three years in the academy with you Bones. I know when you drink, and it's when stuff's at its worst."

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

"You're being a fucking hypocrite about this, you know?" Bones shot back. "It's okay for you to handle things your way, ignoring shit that everyone else sees, that's right in your face, but you want to tell me how to handle my problems?"

He shook his head, turning his body away from him. "Sorry, not interested."

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

"WHO is the hypocrite here?!" Kirk just about snarled the word, "You're the one who brought me in here telling me how I was handling things was wrong, while I was still being captain and doing everything I could during everything that happened around Juxta including the shit with the Farragut and Starfleet, and when I point out you're being no better, you start getting pissed off at me?"

Kirk stood up, eyes narrowed. What right did Bones have to throw that shit in his face? He couldn't ever remember being so angry with his friend, and definitely not with everything they had become since then.

He let out a breath, looking to the side, "Fine." His voice had calmed, "Then don't be interested." He turned on his heel, heading towards the door.

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

Bones stood, watching Kirk as he walked away.

"Have to admit, you lasted longer here than I thought you would," he muttered loud enough for Kirk to hear. "Pegged you to run away a lot sooner than you did. Good job."

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Every inch of Kirk froze. He didn't look back, "What did you say?" He said in a blank tone.

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

"You heard me."

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Kirk's fingers curled into fists at his side, the memory of bar fights and back alleys flooding into his mind. Taunts followed by that exact tone, those exact words, each one that made his blood boil.

Kirk turned slowly and faced Bones, "Then come over here like a fucking man and say that to my face."

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

Locking eyes with Kirk, he walked over slowly, back straight, stopping only when he was right in front of his captain. "I'm right here, Jim. You going somewhere?"

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

"Interview sure as fuck seemed over, Doc." Kirk said tersely, fists clenched tightly enough at his sides that the bones throbbed in time with his heart.