[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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[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

ARG! I just don't understand you sometimes. You are fighting! At least you're yelling! This wasn't me just trying to save the world, I just wanted to help him!

...I do listen to you...

Fuck, dammit. *just turns away, not sure what to do. It feels like he's coming apart at the seams*

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

*scrubs his face with one hand and sighs* Jim... Jim, stop. Just- stop. Alright? I'm not yelling. No more yelling. Just- just talking, okay?

*folds his hands in front of him again* *maybe they needed to take a step back* Did anything about last night bother you?

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

...talking, right. *sighs, sagging* I hate fighting with you.

...Yea. I knew you wouldn't want it, that's why I tried to hypo him before he caught my hand. I didn't want you to have to do something you didn't want to.

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

We're not fighting... we just talk loud sometimes.

That wasn't your decision to make, Jim. I'm a big boy, I can say no. *catches Jim's eyes* I can even take care of myself sometimes.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

I know it wasn't my decision... dammit. *holds Bones' eyes for a second, then looks away* I know that you wouldn't have sex with Spock normally, so I didn't want you to have to do it under... weird circumstances.

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

*returns the stare* But you would?

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

*pause* Would I what? ...Have sex with Spock normally?

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

Yeah.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Sure as fuck not our Spock.

...older Spock? I dunno. I like him, he's a friend. Sometimes it's hard to tell if things are because of... *touches his temple, indicating the mind-meld from the Ambassador* or if its just normal. This, though... feels right as a friendship. Kinda feel easy around him.

...Why the hell are we discussing this? *a very slight grin, trying to make things normal*

[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*

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

*silently follows suit, hesitating when he gets to his undershirt* *after a moment, pulls it off as well and lies down on Jim's bed, flat on his back*

*closes his eyes and sighs* I'm tired of days like this...

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

*hides his swallow of watching Bones by looking away for a second, then slowly crawls into bed beside his best friend.*

...You and me both, and its barely begun. *He lays his head on the pillow, taking a slow breath and smelling the familiar scent of bourbon and medicine and Bones.*

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

*all those things that need to be said are there, but they aren't pressing on him, and he's strangely not nervous. thought he would be, lying here like this, but he's not. it feels so right.*

*lifting one arm over his head, he covers his face with his bicep and the crook of his elbow* *exhaling, his free hand reaches out to Jim, finding his hand and holding it in his own as his breathing deepens*

*despite the awful things going on, at this moment he's truly at peace and it shows*

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Lights, off.

*He curls himself against the warmth Bones has brought to the bed, thankfully bigger then most standard beds because well, he's the Captain.*

*He smiles when Bones' hand finds his and he holds tight, not wanting to let go. Here, he can let himself drift off to sleep and worry about the hell they're going through in the morning because the one person he trusts more then anyone is here, protected by him, protecting him.*

*Just for a moment, as they both drift off into sleep, all is right with the world.*