"The only bone I have ever broken was my left wrist when I fell out of a tree." Uhura said with a shrug and a swig of beer.
"I have broken…" McCoy took a drink of his Whiskey. "…ten or so bones over my lifetime."
"I have never broken any bones." Spock admitted.
"Twenty five." Kirk clinked glasses with Scotty.
"Four." Scotty said.
"None." Chekov and Sulu said at the same time.
"So lame." Kirk laughed, McCoy and Scotty agreed.
Uhura shook her head. "Let's see, oh, I dyed my hair once, red actually."
"Iv dyed my hair brown." Kirk shrugged now. "It was icky."
McCoy suddenly looked over to Kirk. Their eyes locked for a brief second before an evil grin crossed McCoy's face.
"Wasn't the only thing that was brown at the time." Everyone blinked except Kirk who suddenly looked mortified.
"Don't you dare Bones…" Kirk glared now. McCoy turned to face the group, his lips parted to speak. "BONES!" Kirk quickly punched his arm hard. McCoy filched and he punched him back.
"I'll tell them whatever I damn please."
Everyone was leaning in now. "What's going on!?" Uhura crossed her arms.
"Well you see-"
"BONES!" Kirk grabbed a pillow from nearby and he smacked him in the head with it, or at least tried to. McCoy dodged it.
"Jim has brown eyes!" He said quickly before Kirk could throw something else at him. The group gasped, and their eyes widened. Even' Spock's.
"NO WAY!" Uhura and Chekov said in time.
"He wears blue contacts."
Everyone looked to Jim, to his bright blue eyes. Jim jumped up and stood, backing up. "Bones! You bastard!" He found himself quickly cornered by Uhura.
"Go take off your contacts!" She demanded.
"No way!"
Uhura started to tap her foot, even barefoot and on carpet, he could feel the pressure from the gesture.
"But-"
"Jim! We want to see!"
Spock shifted, "I would be interested in seeing your natural eye color."
"As would i!" Sulu agreed.
Kirk looked to McCoy who nodded a little, still smirking. He sighed and turned, walking into the bathroom.
Uhura sat back down and looked to McCoy. "You have seen him without the contacts?" She blinked.
"Of course. He needs to take them out before any major medical work so they don't fuck up anything."
"Vhy does he vear contacts?" Chekov asked, sipping at his white Russian.
"Well the medicine that would fix his eyesight, he is allergic too. So he has to wear contacts and or glasses."
The door to the bathroom finally swished open. Jim was looking down, his face unable to be seen for the most part. "Do I really have to show you guys?"
"Yes." They all answered.
He sighed, slowly stepping forward to the group before lifting his head.
Before them, was the most stunning pair of brown eyes that had ever graced the Enterprise. They were golden, and like looking into deep pools of honey with caramel swirled throughout. They were deep, to the point where you could almost drown in them.
Everyone made a little gasp, with the exception of McCoy who smiled fondly. Jim found himself crowded again , but this time by everyone but McCoy, staring at him.
"Jim your eyes are beautiful!" Uhura said. Everyone agreed. Jim rolled his eyes, and he looked upwards.
"I hate brown eyes." He said simply. Uhura and Chekov made a little noise. Spock arched an eyebrow.
"I mean- I hate my eyes. I hate the fact they are brown. I love it on everyone else, just not me." He pouted now, sitting slowly. "Bones, grab my glasses will yeah? I can't see a damn thing." He grumbled.
McCoy stood and he searched in Kirk's desk for his glasses, pulling them out he handed them to Kirk who slid them on. "Ugh, you people are evil." He glared.
"Why do you wear colored contacts?" Scotty asked, patting Kirk's back.
"Again, I hate my eyes. I look better with blue eyes anyway. And-" Kirk paused and cut off then shook his head.
"What is it?" Spock asked curiously.
"Nothing I am going to tell you guys." Jim grinned, everyone groaned.
McCoy and Kirk were now alone in the room, it was 'night' aboard the Enterprise. Kirk sat on the bed and he rubbed his eyes. "Seriously, why did you have to tell them Bones? I was perfectly happy with them thinking my eyes were really blue." He pouted, crossing his arms. His lover looked over his shoulder to him.
"I'm sorry." He walked over now, and stood before him. Kirk looked up and glared through his glasses. McCoy grinned a little, he reached up, placing his large warm hands on Kirk's cheeks. "Really. Besides, everyone loves your eyes." He leaned down, kissing his forehead now. Kirk sighed and leaned into the warmth.
"Whatever." He grumbled.
McCoy looked down and slowly moved his hands. "So, what else makes you wear those contacts? There has always been that other thing, but you've never even told me." McCoy frowned now.
Kirk shrugged and shifted in his spot. "I look exactly like my dad." He looked down. "It was really hard growing up because my mom would look at me and see my dad. I tried to change a few things, but nothing really worked. When I was told I could get contacts, I decided to make them blue." He huffed a little and he laid back on the bed now. "Ever since then, since I was about- oh ten or so, Iv always made them blue. I like it more and everyone else iv run across does too."
McCoy sat on the bed next to Kirk and he rubbed his arm a bit. "Oh. I'm sorry you had to do that…" McCoy said, awkwardly. Kirk shrugged.
"It's not that big of a deal. Now it's just that I'm trying not to be compared to him, so its one of the reasons I'm still so defensive about it. I hope that other people will see that I'm not."
McCoy leaned over, Kirk turned his head and watched as his glasses were lifted and slid up on top of his head. McCoy stole a quick kiss, before smiling. "You're still absolutely beautiful, no matter your eye color."
Do no own startrek or anything related! Though i really wish i did.
IDK, i just had this random thought. It get's sappy at the end, which wasn't part of the plan origionally. But oh well. Eh, just wanted to give Jim a dirty little secret of sorts. So yeah.
Enjoy. Please don't be to harsh if you comment, this totally is just a random piece. I may edit it.
