A/N: Okay, so this is probably really cracky, but the idea will not cease to leave me alone. Seriously, I was kinda' bouncing off the walls as I typed this trying to get it all together. I hope everyone likes it.
Story: McCoy is getting over his divorce with Jocelyn, and Jim feels he needs to loosen up. Why not do it by going to the hottest club in San Francisco? Club Enterprise is the center stage for all of the beloved characters as Jim tries to plot and scheme to get two of his best friends to come together. They'd mix as well as Spock's music.
Warnings: Nothing too serous yet. Umm this is an AU type of thing, and featuring DJ Spock! And I don't have all the terminology down for DJs yet. So please forgive me if it doesn't make sense.
Disclaimer: don't own any of the music used or Star Trek
Chapter One
Hey Mr. DJ versus Send My Love to the Dance Floor
TGIF!
Boy did that phrase really apply to this case.
Bones had just gotten off his shift at the hospital and was dying to get out of his scrubs, the patients were whiny and the nurses were bitchy beyond belief.
He just wanted to relax in his loft and unwind with the latest medical journal update on his PADD.
Once inside the silver door that slid open, he noted he missed the jingle of keys since they had gotten the upgrade last month.
The doctor let out a well earned sigh and was about to throw his antique leather bag- something of his grandfathers- on the kitchen counter when he spotted a blonde head of hair peeking out from his couch, channels being idly flipped on his flat screen.
"Jim, what in God's name are you doing here?"
The blonde-haired man perked up and turned around to hang over the back of the couch waving at his friend with a smile full of sunshine. "Good to see you too honey."
"I'm a doctor, not your husband." He deadpanned, arms crossed over his forest green medical scrub.
"Green looks good on you. Is that one new?" He asked getting, up and stretching from his comfortable spot.
"Don't change the subject brat, what are you doing here?"
Jimmy huffed, his cheeks puffing up before he let the air out and scratched at the back of his head. "Wanted to see if you'd be interested in getting out of the house?"
Leonard was about to open his mouth to protest and make an excuse but Jim cut him off with a raised hand and a pleading look.
"Come on Bones, you need to. This weekend Spock's premiering and he's nervous as all get out. Course he won't say that and deny the fucking emotions, but I can just tell he is."
Bones had only met Spock a few times; he was one of Jim's friends that he found at the University, a scientist and a Vulcan.
"Why is he doing this anyways?"
Jim gave him a pointed look for changing the subject slightly. "Have you heard his mash-ups? He's not totally all for scratching a record, but I convinced him and made a sound argument that it's logical and when he does…it's amazing. "Jim shrugged totally euphoric with imaginary music playing in his brain.
There were other reasons but those would be revealed by the grandmaster himself.
Bones snapped his fingers to bring him back to reality. Kirk shook his head and came back to the topic at hand, a cantankerous old man needing to get out of the house.
"Len, please? Staying holed up all day isn't good for you. You need to get back out there, also on the market. Not saying for you to go home with a hot young thing tonight, but it's time to stop moping and time to start healing." Jim responded, laying a hand on his friends shoulder, blue eyes as honest as his words.
Bones was still trying to wrap his mind around the divorce with Jocelyn, and he didn't have Jo this week…The doctor shook his head; he could not believe he was doing this.
"I…guess I could go," he answered, letting out a breath of defeat and looking at Jim through broody hazel eyes. This was as close to admitting that his friend was right as he could get.
Jim threw his arms around him and grinned, "Thank you Bones," he whispered.
"Yeah, Yeah, what in the hell do you want me to wear this time?"
Jim grinned and rubbed his palms together, a determined and scheming look in his bright blues to make his best friend's night one of the most fucking awesomest ever.
He just didn't know that it most certainly would be at the time.
***
Leonard felt absolutely ridiculous.
Like to the certain extent that he'd rather be hiding in a hole right now, thank you very much.
"Jim, this is insane!" He hissed through his clenched teeth, face and neck flushed form actually allowing his friend to do this to him.
"Bones, you look fucking hot. I would do you in a heartbeat if I weren't your best friend. You're kinda' like a brother to me and incest is soooo not this century." He answered with an exaggerated eye roll.
"You're really gay sometimes." the doctor commented, with an amused smile.
Jim shrugged. "I'm comfortable with who I Am." a full grin lighting up his youthful face.
"That makes one of us." McCoy mumbled.
The doctor actually did look good despite all of his grumbling and grousing.
He had on a black button down shirt with dark denim jeans, and a pair of boots, shirt unbuttoned a bit at the top on the account of Jim's whining until it was done.
McCoy leaned against the bar, watching as Uhura sashayed from table to table, taking orders in different languages. Her outfit tastefully short, a deep purple and with a subtle sheen that will look great once Chekov gets the lights up and running.
The pay was good, she was going to school on top of the work, she knew Jim through a few classes, and he hooked her up with a job.
More like Pike brought all these kids together. For an old man, he was youthful in spirit, understood the boppy young adults more than anyone else. He gave them a place to express themselves safely.
This was all about self-expression. McCoy felt old and out of place in the dark club.
During this time of his life, he was raising a kid, not partying, taking another drink of his whiskey Scotty came over to stand next to him as he cleaned out a glass.
"Is it tuh ya likin' doctor?" The Scotsman asked in his thick accent.
"Always is." McCoy answered with a smirk. They stood in a comfortable silence that normally wafted between them as they watched Jim set everything up.
The manager/MC had his work cut out for him. Making sure everything was perfect before Pike came in for inspection and nodded his approval. (He always did, Jim really didn't have anything to worry about.)
He was currently briefing Sulu on some new protocol the young male nodding in agreement, until his favorite attendant skipped by and gave him a kiss on the cheek, sauntering away with a wink.
Sulu had to swallow and try to keep his mind off the young Russian as the whiz kid worked the lights, and set up the turntable on the stage that was off to the side, his curls bouncing with his movements as he hummed the latest Russian pop he blasted during the day at school.
Sulu shook his head as Jim followed where his attention strayed to, a grin on his face as he patted his friends shoulder.
"That kid's gonna' be the death of Me." he muttered.
"That's what makes the trip fun." Jim answered finishing their conversation on security procedures for the evening and he headed to the alcove in the back where Spock was meditating. He did this before anything big, like a performance or a show, or anything.
Jim smiled and leaned against the doorway.
Spock easily felt his presence, eyes opening slowly and taking a deep breath as he inclined his head for Jim to come over and sit next to him.
"You ready for this?"
"As prepared as one can be." He answered with little to no feeling in his voice.
Jim nodded and bumped shoulders with the Vulcan and smirked. "I brought Bones."
Spock's eyes widened slightly before he composed himself like a well-written song once more, his heart doing otherwise as it stuttered in his side.
"I…wish you had not told me." However, he did not wish against the action altogether.
Jim frowned. "Spock, don't be nervous."
"Vulcans do not 'get-"
"Yeah yeah, I know" He waved off the explanation.
"The doctor is not fond of me…" he trailed off, brown eyes downcast, studying a spot on the floor, cheeks green.
"You don't know that. He just takes some time is all."
"Did he need time to 'warm up' to you?" He asked with a slanted eyebrow raised.
Jim nodded, "He's not used to letting people in, break down that wall of defenses and laser beams and underneath he's a really good guy."
Spock inclined his head in his version of a nod.
"It's almost time to go." Jim said with a smile, "you'll do great, just go with what you think is best." He would have said feel, but Spock would argue such a thing.
Spock stood in one swift motion as he followed Jim out to his turntable, his records stacked and in proper order for the evening. Expressing his thanks to Chekov as the kid nodded happily and walked away to catch up with Sulu before he let people in.
Jim made his way out to stand next to his best friend.
Bones acknowledged him with a nod and a smirk. "The hobgoblin ready?"
Jim sighed and rubbed his palms against his jean-clad thighs. "He will be. I left him some chocolate by his headphones."
Bones shook his head with a chuckle.
People began to file in, groups mingling together as Pike came down from his upstairs office, greeting some of the patrons before he made his way over to Jim.
"Looking good kid." He smiled, blue-gray eyes twinkling with pride.
"Awesome, thank you sir." He answered with a grin of his own, letting out a breath he had been holding.
The lights finally dimmed, kids clad in neon and whites under the backlights and Chekov mixing hues of pinks and purples. Blue and Green crossing over Spock's head, a halo of light above his immaculate hair as Jim hopped up on the stage and spoke into the microphone, Introducing Mr. Spock, as the Vulcan gave a salute, students roaring and curious how a Vulcan could possibly know anything about music.
All of this was blown out of the water once he began to spin.
Song choices tasteful, rock mixing with mainstream pop, older songs, something this generation paid no mind to.
All of it was from a different century. The hybrid paid homage to those of the old and new. The inventive boys and girls from a different time and era
He had the chocolate bar Jim procured hanging between his teeth as he was in the middle of a backspin, giant headphones covering one pointed ear when he spotted McCoy.
Jim had pushed the grumpy doctor to the center of the room, getting the older man to loosen up and dance.
It was utterly ridiculous and should be illegal for someone to move as such.
***
Let it go
There's no way you can save it now
Get back, you know
That this city is burning
So the story goes
It makes you wonder
'Cause if we're trapped and we're never
Gonna find a way out,
Get out
We're gonna dance now
Hey-Hey, Mr. DJ put a record on
I wanna dance with my baby
Do you like to Boogie woogie, do you like to Boogie woogie,
do you like to Boogie woogie, do you like my dancing?
Hey Mr. DJ put a record on- You gotta put a record on, yeah
We're gonna bury this town tonight
We're gonna dance all night
Hey Mr. DJ
You gotta put a record on, yeah
We're gonna dance tonight
Dance tonight
I let you go
And I'm still waiting for you to find
There's nothing more
That this time that is right now
So the story goes
It makes you wonder-
Don't think of yesterday and I don't look at the clock
I like to boogie woogie
It's like ridin' on the wind and it never goes away
But she's everything I'm in got to have it everyday
Music makes the people come together
Music mix the bourgeoisie and the rebel
Hey Mr. DJ
Do you like to
Boogie woogie, do you like to
Boogie woogie, do you like to
Let it go,
The game is done
The camera's off
It can't be too hard
There's no way you can change me now.
Get back, you know
I don't need you to save me
So the story goes-
Hey Mr. DJ
***
The words, McCoy's body swaying to the beat as he mouthed the chorus. No one ever thought the grumpy doctor was musically inclined, or that he could dance so well. Like he had been trained, but it had this raw feeling that it was self-taught, natural, pure talent,
He slid in time with Chapel, a regular of the club and a friend oh his from medical school.
They were purely friends; it was evident in the way they moved, no matter how dirty the southern doctor could get with the city woman.
He adored her and knew she worked hard at her job. McCoy would never openly express such, but it was clear in the way he treated her at the hospital, and how he held her with care as they danced.
"So, what do you think?" she asked, blue eyes smiling.
"Be more specific darlin'" He shouted a bit over the thump of the bass as Spock was beat juggling, each singer warring against the other and the mix of the synthesized pop rolling together and mixing and roiling like a sea of tunes.
Jim was right and it was amazing. Spock was a turntablist to be reckoned with. He cross faded into a new song, channeling something he pre-mixed in his MP3 player while he switched out the records for new ones spinning them between his nimble fingers before setting the needle down.
"All of this." she waved a hand, with the ambiguity of the statement.
"It's…I like it." was what he simply stated.
"What do you think of the DJ?"
"Spock is-" His eyes caught the other male's dark pair, he had to blink as his heart did a few flips, Spock slowly blinked at him and the corner of his mouth quirked up around the bar of confectionary sugar.
Bones had to remember to breath as the Vulcan closed his eyes and lost himself to the rhythm of the tune he was crab scratching with ease, then feeding it into a loop of Gabe Sapporta singing, "let it go" mixing with Madonna's own, "it's gonna' drive me crazy"
"He's good." McCoy breathed with a nod of approval, he tried to focus on the dance again and was able to let go as well.
Bones' skin was on fire, sweat made a pathway down his chest, half the kids abandoning their shirts, but he kept his on despite the heat of all the bodies conforming into on giant writhing mass.
At some point later in the evening things finally started to wind down, Spock ending the night with one last, happy tune. Emotions not on his face, but in what he played.
It was easily two in the morning once the place was shut down and all the young and restless were scooched out to go home and crash, or head over to a party, or another club.
Pike could only keep them safe for so long, the rest was up to them.
Chekov was mopping up the floor as he turned up the headphones in his ears, singing in Russian as Sulu helped him out, now that he didn't have to man the door.
Scotty had pretty much finished closing shop, but poured a round for everyone that worked there, they all drank to the man of the night as he stepped out of his booth and made his way over to his friends and co-workers.
"That, my friend, was some of the sickest beats ever laid in the history of this club."
Spock's ears turned green along with his cheeks as he nodded, "Thank you, Jim" He answered his eyes traveling over the face of each person in his presence.
The doctor took a step forward, clearing his throat and raising his glass in a toast to Spock and Jim, and everyone for doing such a great job and running such a well-manicured operation, but especially to Spock.
After all, he provided the music.
Gaila and Uhura headed back to their dorm at the University, Scotty offering the lasses a ride home and both nodding n approval.
Sulu had to pick up a sleeping Chekov that was resting against him and drove him back to their apartment.
Jim had skipped off to talk to Pike about next weekend, leaving the doctor with the Vulcan.
His cheeks were still a very light green from the candy bar he consumed earlier, figuring it would help him cope with his nerves, no matter how illogical that was.
Spock's half-human side won that battle and he would meditate on it later.
McCoy shuffled a bit before speaking. "I liked your play list this evening. You put songs together not a lot of people would think of. I was also surprised by how many weren't even from this century.
Spock inclined his head in a nod and steepled his long nimble fingers before answering.
"Thank you, doctor. I-"
"Call me Leonard, or just Len, or McCoy," His neck heated up as it spread to his cheeks.
"McCoy," Spock settled on after a moment. "I find the music of the 20th and 21st century fascinating… it's full of so much more…feeling, than that of today's, being influenced by many different species and cultures, rather than merely a few cultures."
The hazel eyes man nodded and rubbed a hand over his stubble in thought.
"Different." he responded simply, shoving his hands in his pockets. He let out a yawn and covered his mouth an apology. "Not as young as I used to be."
"On the contrary, judging by your dancing one would not agree with that statement."
Bones' eyes widened before he cleared his throat nervously. "You saw that?" he asked knowing of course he did, because they were staring at each other form across the fucking room.
"There is nothing to be embarrassed about, it was fascinating. I have never seen a male of your stature move so…gracefully before. "
"Thanks."
"You are quite welcome." The Vulcan did that lip twitch again and it made Leonard smirk.
Spock studied his face, the way Bone's eyes held a fire closer to his pupils, the hazel able to swirl into different colors. They were probably different with each emotion and, fueled by his bodies' chemicals.
"Are you busy tomorrow?" Spock asked; face hiding his nerves and anticipation for an answer.
"Not really, was going to watch movies with Jimmy. Wanna' come over too?"
"That would be acceptable."
"Alright, sounds like a plan…" He trailed off with another yawn. "I gotta' grab Jimmy and hit the hay, make sure he's safe."
Spock could help but be interested in the doctor's paternal ways to the young blonde.
"So I guess I'll see ya tomorrow, Jim'll give ya the details." he drawled.
That accent, was it always so thick? Natural? It seemed much deeper when he spoke to the Vulcan.
***
"Jim, we've already gone through all the plans for next week."
"I know, I just needed to give them some space."
Pike quirked a brow. "You playing matchmaker?"
"Something like that. So far so good." he added with a grin as he heard Leonard extended the invitation to come over tomorrow.
The tired doctor was hollering at him, he clapped a hand on Pike's shoulder, and the older man just laughed.
A/N: Good, bad total and utter crap? I would love to hear what you've got on your mind. Thank you for reading. =3