kirktastic | Entries tagged with can't move without your bones

Thanks to some hunting by them both and a few calls around, they discovered Crescent Lake on Risa. It was tucked into the absolute middle of no where, so deep in the woods Jim hid his cycle beneath a tarp and they walked the rest of the way, then suddenly there was nothing but blue and green as far as his eyes could see. It was probably one of the most gorgeous sights he ever saw. Absolutely pristine and perfect.

They made camp along the shore of the lake, got things like wood and stones together, and loved every moment of it.

Their tradition was well set, and each year it just got a little better. Something new that improved, better equipment, better location, more time... everything. Jim was happy as long as it wasn't a raining miserable mess and Bones was there. And maybe a bag of cheese curls.

Speaking of those cheese curls... Jim had one very impressive picture to prove the power of cheese curls as fishing bait.

Yea, that was his sexy man with one giant ass space fish. Now it was hanging up, drying out, and there was a light debate on how hard it would be to hang on the wall in their shared quarters back on board.

After he had... spoken with, needed with, something with the elder Spock, brought him back to the city and got him settled, Kirk found himself feeling lost. At ends. Bones wasn't in their quarters, so he got rid of the clothing he had put back on after being in the house in the wilderness straight into the trash. He didn't want to bother with seeing it ever again and the memories it held.

He sat down nude in front of a console, discretely tucked away as if the Vulcans had decided to hide technology in their guest quarters. The ones he had with Bones were beautiful, with a private deck that spread out towards the ocean. It smelled like the ocean. He didn't care, right now.

He checked his messages, his lips twisting. Just a single new message from Jim, a reply to his own. Kirk's fingers hesitated, then he finally started typing.

Jim,

...If its the only thing I know right now, congratulations aren't in order.

JTK

He sent the message, then walked to the closet in the room. Some of their clothing was hanging in it, gold against blue, but Jim pushed that aside. He had seen them when he first came to the guest quarters. The long, beautiful robes that Jim had no idea what they were for, but he didn't care.

He pulled them from the closet and slid them around his body. The material was smooth, rich, and light. It was a deep blue with swirls of black, and folded across his chest. It took a few minutes to figure out the catches that laced it close. He shifted, almost smiling, before he walked barefoot out of his room through the private deck, and down towards the scrap of beach. It was beautiful, it reminded him of Risa.

...except he was alone.

(OOC: Since the SPrime thread hasn't ended, the beginning of this post may change in the future but it'll work for now!)

Current Location: NVC

He woke by inches. Dragging, slow, aching inches. Kirk's eyes felt like they had sand bags on them as he tried to force them open. He started to move and -- okay, okay, something was bitching at him for doing it. So, he started out a little slower and just shifted his head. It lolled on his neck and he opened his eyes to stare upwards. Ceiling. Blurry ceiling. Lights. ...Bad, bad lights.

He closed his eyes again and let his head drop.

He woke (woke? drifted out out of darkness? whichever...) again. This time, he decided to do things differently. "Lights, 20%." I sound like a frog... Kirk thought to himself, and with the lights dropped, risked opening his eyes again. Much better. He could keep them open this time. He glanced around, just taking in where he was, and grunted as memory started to offer up some information on what he was doing in the officer's (ambassador's?) lounge. He focused across the room, and decided that it was the officer's lounge - there was a dart board on the wall which someone had put up a while ago.

Kirk let a hand flop to his face, then rubbed down it. He groaned as he started to pull himself together. All of his muscles complained - sleeping sitting in this incredibly awkward position? Not a real good idea, evidently, because it made every part of you complain later. He worked himself so he was laying out on the couch instead of hunkered over half-sitting up, and let himself get used to something new before he tried to do something as daring as actually getting up.

He tilted his head to the side, spotting the fourth-full bottle of pine-liquor on the table. That's right... he had met James, went and had a drink with him and... "Aw, fuck," Kirk breathed out. Then he'd let the man use him like a whore. While the whore part didn't usually bother him... he couldn't believe he had done it on his own ship. Check out the Fed's golden boy, Kirk said sarcastically inside his own head, laying out on a couch in his officer's lounge, disgusting, fucked open, and naked. Sure are proud of him.

Every little movement told him he had gone a bit too far, that he'd been an idiot. That was no surprise, it wasn't completely unfamiliar. He sighed through his teeth and forced himself to stand up. Kirk looked down his body, then squeezed his eyes shut. Even in the low light, he could see the mottling bruises. When he twisted to look back at the couch... shit. It'd have to be cleaned. He eyed a dark spot on the material and rubbed his face. In the past, he would have staggered/limped back to his dorm room with Bones and puppy-eyed some healing out of the doctor, at least to where every blink didn't hurt. Now... now... he couldn't. Bones told him, face on, that he didn't want to know about what he did... outside of their bedroom. He couldn't ask Bones to help.

Kirk limped a little across the room, grabbing his clothing. At least it had survived that encounter in tact. It took way, way too long to get into his shirt and pants, gasping as he discovered his shoulder had been hurt at some point when he tried to get his arm through a sleeve. Who the hell can I ask... The list was small, so it didn't take long. This is going to be fucking hard to explain. Kirk grumbled to himself.

When he was dressed, he sat. His body was complaining loudly for a rest, threatening to give out in the knees or head. His head was pounding... had it gotten hit, or was it just the alcohol? Could be either, for all he knew. Kirk rubbed his hands into his knees, trying to get himself prepared to deal with sickbay. ...gonna need to call her up here. Limping down to sickbay like this? Great for ship rumors... at least with her at my side, if she'll even help, if looks more official. Yea, great. Now he was trying to cover this up...

This. He went through the memories of the previous night, and just... frowned. He and James had fucked. James had given him exactly what he'd wanted.

...Why the hell didn't he feel good, then? Well, besides the normal 'ow this hurts'... normally there was a relaxed feeling in him, like he'd gotten something out of his system. Where his frustrations and annoyances were in control and he could deal with them again. He just felt... sort of grumpy, sore, and... and...

Kirk scowled at the wall. What was this feeling? He forced himself back to his feet and pressed the comm at the wall. "Kirk to Nurse Christine Chapel, report to the officer's lounge on Deck B."

He sat back down to wait, closing his eyes. I felt better that night with Bones and Spock.

Current Location: Officer's Lounge, then Sickbay

Kirk felt somewhat better when returning from engineering. Hearing his lady talk had been an absolute pleasure, and briefly he wondered if she had spoken to anyone else like that or he was her first. That thought made him laugh, and the last tensions of the night spilled away. There would be too much to deal with the next day, but right now the only thing he wanted to do was sleep.

He crept into his own quarters since he knew Bones was asleep there. Kirk quickly stripped himself down and vanished into the bathroom long enough for a fast sonic shower and to brush his teeth, then crawled up along side of Bones.

When he buried his head gently against the back of Bones' head, he could immediately smell the liquor that had obviously been what rocked his friend to sleep that night (or possibly decked him in the back of the head with a sledgehammer.) We'll get to just go out and sleep on the beach for a while, and maybe go get some really good seafood. Wanna spend some time in the sun, heard they have rock climbing, swim...

The idea made him smile and he wrapped his arms around Bones' body, whispering something too quiet to hear against the other's ear before he let himself fall asleep.

Current Location: Kirk's Quarters

Kirk had never, ever been so happy to see the inside of sickbay as it appeared around him. He let out a shuddery breath and looked down at Bones, who in the brilliant light looked a thousand times worse. His fingers gripped to the calloused fingers of the unconscious surgeon, eyes locked to his face. Just hang in there. We're home... just hang in there. Don't give up fighting, okay? Or I'll have to kick your ass. Dad too.

[OOC: Bones Under Attack | Away Mission Part 1 | Away Mission Part 2]

[OOC: This post is some time AFTER Bones' attack. This is an open post to all!]

Kirk sighed from his office, glancing to the chronometer and decided that it was late enough. Nine hours since Bones' departure from the Enterprise. He knew Bones should have checked in by now, but the situation at the Juxta Colony had been a dangerous one. A war between two cilivizations, one dropping a plague on the other.

He was proud they had thought of Bones to be able to cure it.

He hated them for making Bones leave here and into a dangerous situation.

Kirk rubbed his eyes, knowing he needed to get some sleep but not having time. At this rate, he'd need another stimulant to get through the day and into the night. He reached over to the console at his side, fingers gliding through sequences.

"Communications, link me to the nearby Restin Planet and the Juxta colony."

"Yes, Captain." The male voice came through.

Kirk waited for a few minutes, and then started to frown. Finally, he commented, "...anything?"

"Sir I'm... not getting any response."

Kirk felt his heart stop in his chest.

Current Location: Captian's Office

I didn't want to have to send him off to some damn planet. Damn higher ups, pulling the rank card to get him. I want him here, at my back. It feels like there's this weird empty space that should be there but isn't. And... what happened in the shuttle bay...

Bones, just do your normal miracle thing and get back here. As soon as you left, I felt like something was wrong.