[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]

*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.*