Title: A Southern Gentleman
Author name: D. Jorgensen
Category: Friendship, General
Characters: Capt. Kirk, Dr. McCoy
Ships: None
Rating: K
Spoilers: None
Summary: Jim thinks about Bones.
DISCLAIMER: Heu! Habeo nihil.
Author Notes: I was just thinking about this, when I was watching TOS. Cheers. May continue if I feel like it.
Dedication: To dear Deforrest, may he rest in peace.
Sometimes Jim thought that Bones had been born into the wrong time period. He was a leftover, a relic from a bygone age of horses, belles and fine whiskey.
Time, it seemed, had passed him by.
He was antiquated…. Quaint.
Bones belonged in those early years of the American government, when the South was still the South, not vanished into dust, gone with the wind, and the way of the chivalrous gentleman yet remained.
Those were the days, full of warmth, sunshine, beautifully cultured woman, tall glass of lemonade, fine horses and laughter.
Jim could just see him, his drawl just a little thicker, his eyes shining with that particular comfort of his, clad in calf-boots, trousers and a long hunting jacket. Long brown hair, distinguished with streaks of silver, tied back,
Waltzing with grace, swinging a beautiful woman in his arms.
Jim gently rubbed the spine of his leather-bond book. Yes, he could see Bones reading such a book in a leather armchair, with fine whiskey in a tumbler at his elbow, boots stretched out in front of the fire, a hound dog at his feet, with an adoring beautiful wife, and at least several happy healthy children.
Yes, Leonard McCoy, Esquire, was just a southern gentleman, in a different age, charming a different audience with his Southern accent and twinkling blue crystal eyes.
Just a Southern Gentleman.
