By Kalnaman
Warnings: Spanking in this story. Don't like? Then please don't read or flame it!
A/N: My first Star Trek fanfic so please be nice.
Category: Gen. Friendship. Father/son.
Summary: McCoy has his hands full with his wayward 'Captain'. The question is; is he able to get a father/son bonding with his best friend (who needs a father badly)?
Disclaimer: I don't own Kirk, Spock, McCoy or anything from Star Trek or the movie. I'm not making any money out of this story either. Just having fun borrowing them.
McCoy was once again very annoyed with a certain someone. "Jim, why do you always seem to want to annoy me? Now sit still so that I can bandage your arm."
"Because you always annoy me Bones. As I said I'm fine! I don't need being bandage up. It'll only look silly," Jim said while hopping off the examining table. And took a run for it to the exit of the sickbay.
"James Tiberius Kirk! Get your butt back on the table or I swear you won't like the consequences young man!"
"I'm not afraid of you. Remember I'm the captain. You can't Boss me around."
"I think you're forgetting something here boy. First of all I'm the CMO on this ship and I can order it's captain to do as I say when I think he needs medical attention. And second of all, you've been released of active duty as the captain for the time being. So technically Spock is the active Captain on USS Enterprise at the moment. And the third…"
"And that' so unfair. I'm fine and I'm still in all my faculties to command this ship! I'll never forgive you or Spock from releasing me from my duties! Why won't you all stop treating me like a kid! As I've told you over million times I am an adult!"
McCoy went to Jim and led him to a mirror. Jim fought him, but to none avoid. "Look in the mirror son. What do you see? How many adults do you see in the mirror? I for one can only see one and that's me."
"Okay Bones. Yeah maybe my body looks like an eighteen year old. But come on Bones! Chekov is seventeen and he's allowed to work on the bridge! I only look like a teenager, but mentally I am an adult! So I should be allowed to still be the active captain!"
"And how many times do I have to tell you? You don't look like an eighteen year old, but you look and are a fourteen year old boy. Starfleet doesn't allow a fourteen year old to command one of their ships. And by the way your emotions are that of a fourteen year old."
"Says who? It's my body; I should know how old it is! You can say all you want but my emotions is not that of a fourteen year old! It's that of a very annoyed Captain; whose staff is doing mutiny on him" Jim said while crossing his arms over his chest.
"As we got the okay from Starfleet it's not mutiny Jim. Now stop stalling. Get back to the table."
"No! Well since you say I'm not the active Captain, you can't force me to get medical attention!" With that Jim left sickbay. Though McCoy was faster. He picked Jim up and dragged him back to sickbay.
"O yes I can boy. You're forgetting something. Starfleet command pointed me as your guardian. Now behave or I will spank you. As I've promised you I would if you keep up with your behavior!"
"You wouldn't dare!"
"Try me son. You're this close to get one here and now!" McCoy said while showing Jim with his fingers how close it was.
Jim studied McCoy for a few seconds and he really didn't like what he saw. "Fine! Have it your way! But beware revenge is sweet!" Jim said hurrying to get on the table.
McCoy smiled. "Finally. Well remember son. If you're planning on a revenge that is inappropriate; your butt will be mine! And in the end it will be you who's sorry."
"Now let me see your arm." McCoy bandage Jim's swollen arm.
McCoy studied Jim while he took care of the boy's arm. The fourteen year old version of his best friend had a harder time to hide his pain than the adult version, even though he tried his best. He could see Jim was near tears.
"You're allowed to cry. It's nothing to be ashamed of."
Jim looked horrified at McCoy. "Cry? I never cry! Crying is only for babies and little girls! And why should I? I've experienced much worse than a swollen arm even when I was really fourteen years old."
McCoy studied Jim once again. He didn't like how his friend said it. He had a bad feeling that there was more to it. As Jim's CMO he had looked at Jim's medical history, sadly for some reason there wasn't any medical records of Jim from he was five till he joined Starfleet. So he couldn't find much and Jim's phobia of doctors and hospitals didn't help either. He thought that their friendship was a miracle because of Jim's phobia. Even that Jim seemed to only annoy him he was happy about their friendship. If it hadn't been for Jim he wouldn't have gotten over his divorce so quickly. Jim was the only one that could get his mind off his bloody divorce. He was happy that he and his ex wife didn't get any children or the divorce would have turned even bloodier and painful. He always wanted a child, but his ex wife didn't. She thought that a kid only would be in the way of getting what she wanted.
McCoy never in his wildest dreams thought that he'd become a guardian to his best friend that only a few weeks ago was downsized to a child. They were on their way to the nearest medical station to see if they could get Jim back to his adult self as there wasn't possible on the planet where he was downsized. Even Spock couldn't find a logical way to turn him back. McCoy was worried what was going to happen to his friend if he should grow up the normal way. Especially for his mental state. And would he be allowed to stay on the Enterprise? He hoped he would be allowed to. If he had to adopt him for Jim being allowed to stay he would. He couldn't imagine the ship without James Tiberius Kirk. Though he knew if he would stay a child he wouldn't be the Captain of this ship again for at least ten years, but if he knew Jim right it would take even less.
"Okay. Now you're good to go. But I expect you to go directly to our quarters. Stay put and stay out of trouble. And stay out of the gym for at least a week! And by the way no more learning the Vulcan combat you're not a Vulcan! Find some other kind of exercise that isn't dangerous of getting you back to my sickbay, since you hate that so much."
Jim rolled his eyes. "What's the fun in that? Too boring you know."
"Sorry son. But I forbid you. It's the fifth time you're in here because of your dangerous hobbies. I warn you, if you end up here once again because you did something I forbid you to, you will get the spanking I promised you!" McCoy said with a raised finger at Jim.
"Gee Bones. Spanking? Its old fashion you know. No one does that anymore."
"Sorry to tell you, but in the small town where I come from we still do. Now get to our quarters I'll be there as soon as I can and then we can get some supper."
"It's time you get out of the dark ages. Spanking is so out! By the way I still can't see why I can't live in my own quarters. I can take care of myself!"
"I think the downsizing has messed up your short term memory. As I remember you locked yourself in your quarters right after you were released from the sickbay you ended back in here with a concussion and your quarters was a mess. There were clearly signs that there had been a teenager in there and not a mature adult."
"But…"
"No buts! You're still going to live with me in our new quarters. It's the only way for me to keep a better eye on you to keep you out of trouble which by the way is a 24/7 job even when you were an adult it was tuff work and it's even worse now."
"Still no fair!" Jim said while leaving the sickbay.
"Remember, straight to our quarters or else!" McCoy yelled.
"Bossy Doctor!"
"Why does the kid always get the last word?"
oOo
Few days later in the gym.
"Come on Spock."
"Sorry Jim. I promised Doctor McCoy not to teach you more of Vulcan combat. And he mentioned that you are not allowed in the gym for a week because of your injured arm."
"I'm fine. A swollen arm is not going to get me in the way to have fun. Since you are the temporary Captain, until I'm back to normal, you can overrule him. Come on Spock don't be a spoilsport."
"It is illogical that I being a spoilsport, because I am not doing as you want. Since Doctor McCoy is your doctor and guardian it is illogical to go against his wishes. He is only thinking of your wellbeing."
Jim stomped his foot. "You and bossy Bones are no fun!" Jim said and ran out of the gym.
Spock only raised his eyebrows at the sight of the temper tantrum of young teen 'Captain'.
oOo
Jim ran to his own quarters. He didn't care that he wasn't allowed to be alone in there. On his way, he got annoyed by his crew. They smiled and talked fondly to him like they would to a young child. They sadly forgotten that he was their Captain, even that he for the time being was released from his duties. And Jim hated that. He didn't get the respect from them anymore. To them he was only a cute little kid. That was so unfair. He promised to himself that he would show them that he was still fit to be the Captain. As soon as he could see a possibility to show them he would. Then he really would be the youngest Captain in Starfleet.
In his quarters he went to his computer and looked up at Vulcan combat. He was going to show Spock and Bones that he was able to teach it to himself and that he could do it without getting hurt. As soon as he was finished with the research he started on the training in his quarters. But the training ended up being bloody. Jim fell and hit his head on his desk. The wound on his head was bleeding a lot. He was so not going to sickbay, afraid of Bones making his threat a reality. So he decided to find a way to stop the bleeding and avoid Dr. McCoy like a plague and Spock and the rest of the crew for that matter. He didn't want risking anyone to rattle on him. So he had to find a way to blind the scanners so the security and Spock wasn't able to trace him.
oOo
McCoy regretted that he hadn't forbidden Jim to walk freely on the Enterprise and let Spock assign a security guard to watch the kid's every move. They'd now been looking for hours and there was no sign of his whereabouts. That brat had fooled around with the scanners so even Spock couldn't trace him. That kid was too smart for his own good McCoy thought. "I promise you son you will get a very sore backside when I get my hands on you. But first I need to get you safe and sound in my sickbay. Please be okay."
Finding Jim's quarters in a mess hadn't shocked him as much as when he found Jim's blood. There was so much blood. As a doctor he knew that a small head wound could bleed a lot without being dangerous, but as a father he was worried sick of the wellbeing of his son. He thought it was weird that he already saw Jim as his son more than he saw him as his friend. Jim was still his friend though, but if he adopted him would he be able to be both his friend and doctor? He had a feeling that it never could be the same as when Jim was an adult. He would make sure that Jim would get a happy childhood and make sure that he comes to learn to not endangering his life unnecessarily. If he had to use discipline to do so he would, starting as soon as he got the boy back.
"Doctor McCoy and a medical team to the engineering STAT!" McCoy heard over the intercom. He didn't know how he knew but he was sure it was about Jim. He hurried to the intercom. "McCoy here. I'm on my way!" With that he hurried to give orders to his medical team.
TBC