Jim was already half way through the bottle by the time Bones figured out what bar he was at. Foolishly, he'd started with their usual one, and when Jim wasn't there, had worked his way down to the less reputable bars inside the area which didn't require a vehicle to get to. The bar wasn't quite so bad that he was worried for Jim's safety but it still wasn't anyplace a cadet would normally be found. At least they were both out of uniform.
Even starting as soon as he got in the door, it took him most of the rest of the bottle to get a drunk, belligerent Jim out the door and on a public shuttle. Not back to the academy, because anyone who crossed their paths would be looking to see how James T. Kirk handled himself on the test, but to a hotel that parents often used around graduation.
He dumped Jim straight into the shower, clothes and all, and took a little pleasure in turning the water on cold. Served him right for getting worked up over a stupid test. Everyone failed, and everyone hated it, but they didn't ditch their friends to go get drunk and freak out. It was just like Jim to act so dramatic about something that every cadet took as a matter of course.
There was muffled cursing from inside the bathroom.
"You ok in there Jim?"
Jim stumbled out of the bathroom, butt naked, sopping wet, and threw himself bodily at him. Not expecting the weight, they both tumbled to the floor. He thought for a brief moment that Jim was trying to hit him, until he realized Jim's lips were pressing clumsily into his neck and face. He was sobbing quietly and mumbling 'bones' over and over.
"Hey, hey, what the hell Jim?"
"You died."
"Pretty sure I'd know if I was dead, Jim. I'm a doctor."
"Not yet. In the test."
"Jim, I wasn't even there."
"But you will be. On my ship. And if I can't stop them, you'll die."
Suddenly a number of things became clear. They were going to talk about this, and screw Jim's usual reluctance to go anywhere near the vicinity of a serious conversation about his feelings. But not while Jim was snoring on his chest. And wasn't this just like Jim. Normal people just said "i like you" but Jim had to be different.
He dumped Jim on the bed, then stripped off his own clothes and slid down next to him. He pressed a kiss to Jim's cheek -staying well away from his alcohol laden breath - and whispered softly,
"Love you too Jim."
He still wasn't going to help Jim out with the hangover.
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Star Trek, Kirk/McCoy, Kobayashi Maru
Date: 2009-05-11 01:38 pm (UTC)Even starting as soon as he got in the door, it took him most of the rest of the bottle to get a drunk, belligerent Jim out the door and on a public shuttle. Not back to the academy, because anyone who crossed their paths would be looking to see how James T. Kirk handled himself on the test, but to a hotel that parents often used around graduation.
He dumped Jim straight into the shower, clothes and all, and took a little pleasure in turning the water on cold. Served him right for getting worked up over a stupid test. Everyone failed, and everyone hated it, but they didn't ditch their friends to go get drunk and freak out. It was just like Jim to act so dramatic about something that every cadet took as a matter of course.
There was muffled cursing from inside the bathroom.
"You ok in there Jim?"
Jim stumbled out of the bathroom, butt naked, sopping wet, and threw himself bodily at him. Not expecting the weight, they both tumbled to the floor. He thought for a brief moment that Jim was trying to hit him, until he realized Jim's lips were pressing clumsily into his neck and face. He was sobbing quietly and mumbling 'bones' over and over.
"Hey, hey, what the hell Jim?"
"You died."
"Pretty sure I'd know if I was dead, Jim. I'm a doctor."
"Not yet. In the test."
"Jim, I wasn't even there."
"But you will be. On my ship. And if I can't stop them, you'll die."
Suddenly a number of things became clear. They were going to talk about this, and screw Jim's usual reluctance to go anywhere near the vicinity of a serious conversation about his feelings. But not while Jim was snoring on his chest. And wasn't this just like Jim. Normal people just said "i like you" but Jim had to be different.
He dumped Jim on the bed, then stripped off his own clothes and slid down next to him. He pressed a kiss to Jim's cheek -staying well away from his alcohol laden breath - and whispered softly,
"Love you too Jim."
He still wasn't going to help Jim out with the hangover.