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Dr. Leonard McCoy ([personal profile] leftwithmybones) wrote2015-05-03 08:47 pm

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God damn, he's exhausted by the time he gets home. He'd let Jim know he was going out for dinner and coffee, probably wouldn't be back until later. He doesn't tell Jim it's a blind date, but the email confirming that is on his phone and though McCoy had been careful to bring it with him, he knows Jim is far too clever not to be able to hack into it. Hell, he's not even sure why he did this, except maybe those damn stones scared him

The date? Hadn't gone very well. She'd been sweet and all, but they had nothing in common and he'd been checking his emails from the hospital all night. Despite the fact that she'd been beautiful, McCoy can't really justify seeing her again. He steps into the front hall of the house, prying off his shoes as he drops his keys into a bowl he's put on the front table. "Jim? I'm back," he calls, just to let him know he's home.

"You record anything decent that aired tonight?" he asks absently, scrubbing his hand through his hair as he walks inside, already trying to forget the date.
to_boldly: (Amenable.)

[personal profile] to_boldly 2015-05-05 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
"You can't, can you?" asks Jim, hardly noticing the length of time it takes Bones to answer through the muted thrum of his blood. "I can't forget about it either." His cheek tingles where he'd seen Bones kiss the other Jim, and Jim rubs at it with his shoulder. "It was weird. Weird and nice."
to_boldly: (Wait.)

[personal profile] to_boldly 2015-05-05 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
Jim laughs in recognition. "Sounds like me," he observes, poking at his bandages. His arms don't hurt at all now, and he turns them over and back again in wonder. "Except I'm not a girl." He looks up. "I don't think you like just girls."
to_boldly: (Conferring.)

[personal profile] to_boldly 2015-05-05 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
Jim takes the phone, needing more than one try to hold it in his numb fingertips. "She's pretty," he echoes for the image on the screen, even if he can't say he's not glad they didn't hit it off.

He looks up from the phone. "60-40. You never told me that. How come?"
to_boldly: (Bones.)

[personal profile] to_boldly 2015-05-05 07:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Jim takes the glass. Even his lips feel numb and full of buzzing, but the water is nice and cool down his throat, and he drinks deeply. "Why repress?" he asks, arm half lifted to wipe his mouth before he remembers the bandages. "Seems to me you got a better chance of finding the right one if you embrace that twenty five."
to_boldly: (Lost in thought.)

[personal profile] to_boldly 2015-05-07 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"Everybody gets hurt." Jim puts down the glass, his expression as grim as his pronouncement. "Good people, bad people. People that tried their damn best." His eyes are a little watery, and that must be the drugs, too, because Jim knows he did right by Spock, and he still lost him. The universe doesn't really care if people deserve what they get or not - it's probably why Jim's so hell bent on giving it the finger.

"Leap without looking. That's what I say."
to_boldly: (Raw.)

[personal profile] to_boldly 2015-05-07 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Jim catches the end of that stare, watching Bones intently while he takes the phone and looks at it instead. Maybe he's full of shit, because as soon as Bones says that, Jim knows he's been doing it, too. Ever since Spock left, Jim's been in one long spiral, and the orbs had taken away the last of his solid ground. He hasn't been leaping into what he'd see there between him and Bones, he's been avoiding it, and for just the reasons Bones has said.

He rubs at his cheek, realizing quite suddenly that the breeze on it must mean the picture he's put over the hole in his wall has gone crooked. "You're the best thing in my life."
to_boldly: (Bones.)

[personal profile] to_boldly 2015-05-08 12:18 am (UTC)(link)
Jim can't help it. His kneejerk reaction to his given name from Bones is either extreme contrition or to dig in his heels, and he looks over his shoulder at the wall. "Well," he says. He'd dragged the thing into his room to work on, not sure he could bear witness to Bones bringing anyone home for coffee.

"It went really fast when it exploded."
to_boldly: (Counter.)

[personal profile] to_boldly 2015-05-08 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
"Nothing," Jim replies at once, somewhat unconvincingly when the hole is the wall has probably only just stopped smoking at the edges. "I don't want to get in your way, okay?" At least, not so much that he'll let it stand in the way of Bones' happiness. It'd be selfish, even for Jim, especially when he hasn't even decided what he wants or what he's even equipped to give right now.

"It was just a bad night."
to_boldly: (Cheek.)

[personal profile] to_boldly 2015-05-08 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't know," says Jim, smiling a little. "Accidentally burn the place down while you've got someone over? Look." Drugged or not, Jim can't help but lean forward against the table, outlining things like the commander he is at heart. "You changed your shifts around, you moved all the way out here in the country, you're spending most of your free time looking after me, I know you are. Does that make you happy?"
to_boldly: (Small smile.)

[personal profile] to_boldly 2015-05-08 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh." Jim drops his gaze and his attitude at once, smiling down at his bandaged hands. Maybe he'd even expected that answer somewhere deep down - Bones has looked out for him as long as he's known him - but it still warms him to hear. "I'd say that's the doctor in you," he says, "But I think you're just a really good man, Bones. Most people would be a mess after ten minutes with me." He looks up. "I'd be way worse off if you weren't here."
to_boldly: (Interested.)

[personal profile] to_boldly 2015-05-08 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Nothing's gonna ruin us, Bones," says Jim, moved to unusual frankness where is emotions are concerned, but that's often the effect Bones has on him. He can't much feel his hands between the bandages and the anesthetic, but he still curls one against Bones' shoulder. "I promise. You mean too much to me for that."