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Dr. Leonard McCoy ([personal profile] leftwithmybones) wrote2015-06-27 11:05 pm

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Even though the commute from the country has come to be one of McCoy's least favorite things, he's not sure how ready he'd be to get back to the city. The countryside has a lot going for it between the quiet of the house, the large expanse of yard, and the porch he's genuinely come to love (given that he spends most of his free time on it, tinkering with his machines and research). There's all sorts of little things he's missed, too. Tending to the gardens and the land is one thing, but doing the chores involved in a house like this bring him enjoyment instead of irritation.

Which is why he's enjoying chopping the wood for the furnace. It's not that it's cold now, but it will be, and after getting off a double-shift and taking a nap, he needs a little something to burn through the adrenaline of the surgery he'd been in. This? This is perfect. This is exactly the kind of thing he needs.

He hauls off his shirt, prying at the tank top as he works on the newest pile, eager to create a good reserve in case something happens, and he's so far in to the cutting, he doesn't even notice that he has company.
to_boldly: (Listening.)

[personal profile] to_boldly 2015-06-28 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
Jim has no idea what time it is when he emerges, scratchy eyed and wild of hair from the room that is his workshop (the very same one that Bones has taken to calling Jim's personal island of misfit toys). He discards the charred bowels of a new tricorder template and wanders into the kitchen for a drink, but Jim pauses when he catches the view through the kitchen window.

There's a hot guy in the back yard, and Jim's mouth is open to ask Bones who the hell that is when he realizes the guy sweating through his dirty tanktop is Bones.

Jim's just never looked at him like this before.

Drawn like a satellite towards the door, Jim lingers in the open frame, color rising slowly in his cheeks. "Isn't it kinda hot for a fire?"
to_boldly: (Wait.)

[personal profile] to_boldly 2015-06-28 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
Jim's mouth quirks. "You sound like you're already there," he says, pushing the cold glass against the back of his neck while Bones can't see. "I could just - " Jim waves a hand. "Install radiant heat in the floors or something."

But then Bones wouldn't need to chop wood, and that would be a shame. Because it makes him happy, obviously, or so Jim tells himself, eyes tracking the pull of the tanktop against Bones' shoulder blades. "Aren't you gonna pull a neck muscle or something and get super cranky for days?"
to_boldly: (Folded.)

[personal profile] to_boldly 2015-06-28 03:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"Alright," Jim laughs for Bones' rant, "I didn't mean to give you a case of the vapors, swing on." He walks closer, feeling uncharacteristically awkward as he takes a seat in the grass, as if he's intruding somehow by being here. He's never felt uncomfortable watching Bones, but then, he's never quite let himself watch Bones this way, either.

Eyes aimed at the shift of Bones' feet in the grass, Jim rubs idly at the glass in his hands. "What would you be doing?" he asks. "If somehow, you were home in Georgia?"
to_boldly: (You?)

[personal profile] to_boldly 2015-06-28 04:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Jim nods, for that's what he'd meant - what would Bones be doing if he were home, and allowed to be happy. At the Academy and on the ship, Jim had done his best to fill that void in Bones' life with purpose, keep him busy and hope that he could find some kind of peace in it. He's done precious little of that in Darrow, even for the depressed shit that he is, and Jim looks guiltily away.

He can hardly offer Bones a kid, but the other things..."Looks a lot like what you're doing now," he agrees. "What else, Bones?" Now that he's thinking about it instead of his own broken heart, Jim could be doing so much more to make Bones happy. "What's the ideal?"
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[personal profile] to_boldly 2015-06-28 04:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Jim nods, wrestling the jealousy that surges instantly within him back into the deepest part of his heart. "I don't want you to be lonely," he says. "Especially not because of me." He drains the last of his glass and sets it aside. "You haven't been on another date since the whole - " Jim gives a guilty frown. "Small exploding wall thing."
to_boldly: (Gathering.)

[personal profile] to_boldly 2015-06-28 04:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Jim's frown deepens for Bones' phrasing, even if he's mostly sure that Bones doesn't mean it like that. "You don't owe me anything, Bones," he says. "I already feel like, in some crappy, cosmic way I marooned you in Darrow just by missing you. I don't want to trap you out in the country, too."
to_boldly: (I'm sorry.)

[personal profile] to_boldly 2015-06-28 05:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"Bones," says Jim softly. He'd known in those early days that Bones was a hard case, but he was still reeling from the changes in his life too much himself to truly realize the depth of it. He rubs at his scratchy eyes. "Fuck."

He needed Bones, then. He needed him, so he kept at him, coming at Bones' shell like a photon torpedo until it finally broke, but Jim has never realized how lucky he'd been that it did. Nothing in his life would be what it is without Bones, even trapped here. "I didn't know that."
to_boldly: (Lashes.)

[personal profile] to_boldly 2015-06-29 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
Jim breathes out. "I know what you mean," and it still shocks him, that he can feel like the Jim that's been Bones' best friend and still feel this - flush with the desire to stay with just one person.

Jim picks at the grass beneath his fingers. "I keep going out." The words are slow to come, but Jim drags them forward, lost in the life he's made for himself. "Trying to pick someone up. And as soon as they seem interested, I just - " Jim shrugs. "I just want to come home."
to_boldly: (I'm sorry.)

[personal profile] to_boldly 2015-06-30 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
"I never thought I would the first time," Jim admits with a small, sad smile. "I knew he wanted a real bond, and after a while, I realized I didn't miss fooling around elsewhere. It just didn't feel like missing out, anymore. Maybe that was just Spock."

Jim shrugs again, shoulders rounding. "Somehow I'm still figuring out who I am." He looks up. He's been cocky and headstrong all his life, and Jim's never thought he didn't know exactly what was best for him, but maybe he knows nothing at all. "I really thought I knew before."
to_boldly: (Interested.)

[personal profile] to_boldly 2015-06-30 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
Jim surprises himself with a laugh, and he rubs at his cheeks, unused to smiling so huge of late. "Like old times? You wanna wingman for me, like back at the Academy?"

It could be fun, and, Jim allows himself to admit, it'd be fun to spend time with Bones that's not one or both of them moping around the house.
to_boldly: (Playful.)

[personal profile] to_boldly 2015-06-30 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Sounds like a party," says Jim with a grin, and fights away the feeling that maybe it's not quite his kind of party anymore. He stretches in the grass, trying to remember how the youth of Darrow even roll. They're a few centuries behind his experience, but he bets they're resourceful. Horny young things always are. "This weekend?"
to_boldly: (Coat.)

[personal profile] to_boldly 2015-06-30 06:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Jim barks out a disappointed sound, even if he hadn't thought of the possibility until Bones snatched it away. "What about eyeliner?" he asks, eyes huge and innocent. "Can I do that? You've got great eyes, Bones."