[Kirk's Quarters] -- [Knock to Enter]

[kirktastic]

*is silently sitting in his quarters, a padd tucked up on his lap being ignored*

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[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

*presses the chime outside the door* *he knows Jim's in there*

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

*eyes the door, then sighs* Come in.

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

*walks in, drops his medical bag by the door as he walks toward Jim* Hey.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

...Hey. *offers that normal warm smile*

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

*sits across from him* *doesn't say anything for a while, then pulls out his little scanner, and begins scanning Jim*

*he's not really sure what he's looking for, but its easier than talking*

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

...I wasn't going to let him die, Bones. *spoken quietly* If his Jim won't man up, I will.

*doesn't meet his friend's eyes... its never been this awkward*

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

*quietly* I know that, Jim. *goddamned it, why can't he just talk about all of this*

I'm gonna be the doctor first, alright? Can I see the scratches? *frowns* I didn't think you'd have gone to sickbay today to have them taken care of, so-

*pulls out a small dermal regenerator, the one he uses on away missions*

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

*slowly pulls off the pair of shirts, revealing the nasty bite-marks and the finger-shaped bruises on his hips* Now... he thinks I didn't want to do it. That he forced me or something. *remembers those final words*

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

No, he doesn't. *runs over the marks with his equipment, breathing slowly and deeply as his fingers touch the bruised skin* What time did you get up this morning?

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

...late. You hypo'd me. *just watches the fingers against his skin*

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

You needed sleep, Captain. *he doesn't mean it to come out as a growl but it does, burying the guilt over sedating his best friend against his will*

You appear to be fine. Sleeping helped. *he sighed, putting down his equipment and turning to face Jim* So. We should probably talk about what happened.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

*thinks his title being growled is about the hottest thing ever, but stays silent*

What's there to really talk about? You hypo'd his ass and kind of stopped everything. I'm fine, you're fine, he's not.

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

Are you really going to bullshit me like that, Jim?

*its clear he's not the doctor talking to his captain anymore - there's a shift and how they're just them*

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

Jim- *hesitates, and dear god why doesn't he have anything to drink in his hand?* The things we saw, the images that he was putting in our minds, those are- it's like a bond that's been formed. Not the one he needs, not quite, but... there's something there, and it's not just you.

*sitting up, his voice dropped* I need you to not be alone with him. I'm not playing jealous boyfriend here, I'm saying this as your CMO, trying to warn his Captain of potential dangers onboard the ship. We have to talk to his Jim and his Bones before anything like that is tried again. Okay? *catches his eyes* Will you do that for me?

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

*silence, a long silence, before a slight nod* ...I'll talk to them first thing in the morning. I'm going to make sure they listen to me, that they do this. He loves them... I could feel it in his head. Can they really be THAT blind? Would they take a shot for him but won't do this?

*just looks... worried. Protective as always of crew or friends*

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

I want to be there when you do.

*waits a moment, remembering his conversation with Spock regarding his friends* He won't ask them. He thinks they'll say yes, so he won't ask them.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

*gives Bones a long look as its obvious Bones has been talking to Spock a great deal to learn that information* Then that's a very easy answer. We go and tell them ourselves and force the issue on him without him knowing.

*slowly walks over and sits beside Bones*

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

He will hate you forever for doing that. Besides, I think they just need to be made aware of the situation. I'm pretty sure their connection allows for that.

*watches him come sit next to him* *silently nudges him with his shoulder*

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

*offers a very tiny smile at the nudge* I'd rather him hate me forever and be alive then not hate me and be dead.

*looks to his friend, meeting his eyes silently*

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

Yeah, me too. That's why I'm telling you this.

*looks back at Jim* Yes?

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Bones... *trails off, completely unsure of what to say, what the hell to even think right now.*

*pauses, then just reaches down and takes a chance by putting his hand over his friend's* Thanks, for backing me up on all of this... on everything.

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

*George's words swam through his head (http://dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com/4371.html?thread=67859#t67859) as he watched their hands touch, Jim's fingers warm against his cool skin* *slowly flipped his hand over, laced their fingers together and squeezed, just relishing that small touch, not wanting to let go*

Whatever you need, Jim. Whatever you need.

*looks over at his friend* Go to sleep now, alright? You look tired. And tomorrow's gonna be a long day.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

*There is a very small sigh of relief when Bones laces their fingers together, and he squeezes back.*

I don't know if I can sleep. There's so much going on... Stay with me? Just... lay here with me, for a while at least?

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

*nods* Yeah. Yeah, I'll stay...

*eyes Jim's bed* Can we go over there?

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

*a small nod in return and he stands, walking across the room, gently pulling Bones with him.*

*he kicks off his boots, removes his shirts, and stays in the uniform pants. Strange, because he had been nude in front of his friend before, and usually slept in his boxers, but it felt... different, somehow*