A Star Trek Fiction
"For the relationship between Bones and Kirk, because they're awesome, but without each other they would be lame. Besides, who doesn't love the two together?"
The Couch & The Bed
5xs Kirk Had to Sleep on the Couch & 5xs Bones Had to Share his Bed
Story 1: Watch Your Step
He leans back, giving his teeth and good ol' grind. Usually he doesn't drink alone, especially this late at night, but his drinking partner kinda bailed on him. So here he is, drinking-who knows how much-alcohol in an old empty bar.
Kirk gives the mug a swish, watching the beer slosh inside. He chews his lip, his depression sinking in. Today is the greatest day of his life, the day he was born and the day his father died. And here he is all alone, with nothing but the clothes on his back, not even Bones is going to make an appearance.
The Doctor said he would make it, that they could drink until they passed out, but apparently something became more important. But honestly, it's okay, Bones has his own life and he has his. Kirk can live with that, but it doesn't stop the ache in his heart.
The young man shifts, he feels little tipsy. The floor's spinning and the walls seem to close in. He doesn't mind it though; maybe eventually he'll get out of this stupid academy and do something important with his life. Or maybe not. Who knows?
Jim downs the rest of his mug and shoves some cash underneath. He's had enough. Kirk gets to his feet with a drunken stumble, he's 100% sure he's had ten cups too much. Despite his incapacity to walk straight, he manages out the door and into the brisk dark, with the stars bearing down up above.
He stumbles down the concrete sidewalks, making his way to his dorm. It's a bit further out, near the edge of the campus, he likes it that way though, and it's away from most of the bullies.
Each drunken step takes him closer and closer to his dorm, well; at least he thinks he's heading to his dorm. Without realizing his feet take him to his friend's dorm instead. Kirk climbs the stairs without even giving a second thought. He makes it to the third floor and goes to the familiar door.
Jim doesn't even knock, he just invites himself inside. He takes a couple of steps into the dark empty room and collapses, his stomach twists and he gives heave. Liquid rushes from his lips and onto the floor, splattering across the once clean carpet, which he's sure he's gonna have to clean up later.
Shakily the cadet gets to his feet and looks about. In some strange way, his dorm looks different, it's cleaner and the layout has somehow changed. His mind freezes, he's in Bones' dorm! Shit. The Doctor's gonna give him a beating for this.
Kirk eyes glaze over, he's doesn't feel like going to his own dorm, plus he's gotta clean up the mess he's made. With a sigh and plops down on Bones' couch and stares at his puke. He leans back, he'll clean it up in a moment, it's two in the morning, he just wants to rest his eyes for only a moment…
Bones is making his way back to his dorm; it's been a long night of studying. He missed Jim's invitation to drink because he knows the kid will understand that he has to study for upcoming tests. And if Jim doesn't then by God what will the kid understand? Bones shakes his head, Jim will understand, he knows it. He probably should've given the kid a heads up, but he did partly forget about it honestly. It's just been a very long day.
The Doctor sighs and makes his way to the dorm door. He climbs the stairs to his floor and strolls up to his dorm room, which the door is already wide open. He freezes, he doesn't have a roommate and there shouldn't be any inspections going on at three in the morning. Cautiously he steps inside, shutting the door behind himself.
The first thing that hits him is the smell. The room smells terribly of puke and the rank of alcohol. Bones' heart stops. Jim, it must be him.
"Jim? You there kid?" He calls out gently, but there's no reply.
Bones continues his venture forward only to step into a soggy carpet.
"Damn it! Is this puke?" The Doctor grumbles, kicking off his shoes and avoiding the area entirely.
"Lights at seventy." He orders and the lights slowly brighten up to reveal a sweaty passed out Kirk on his couch.
"You got to be joking." Bones mutters and makes his way over.
He places a hand on Kirk's forehead and feels the heat radiating off of his skin.
"Damn kid, you're toasty." Bones says aloud, Jim just gives a moan.
Bones smirks, the kid always got heart, "Just stay asleep kid, I'll take care of this." Bones reassures him.
"Watch your step-I puked on your floor." Jim moans drunkenly and gives a giggle.
Bones rolls his eyes, too late for that, "Thanks for the heads up Jimmy." He whispers and watches Jim's eyes close again.
He smiles, good boy. Slowly he brings Jim into a sitting position and removes his damp shirt. Jim is clammy and looks half starved. His usually toned body seems frail. Bones knows Jim has always been on the skinny side, but hell, the kid's ribs shouldn't be poking out.
With a disapproving glare, he lays Jim back down, putting a pillow beneath his head. Jim gives a comforted sigh and his strained expression relaxes.
Bones throws a thin blanket over his friend and wets a towel and places it on the kid's forehead. Jim might have a fever and a terrible headache, but at least he'll be here for him. The Doctor sighs and cleans up the puke, throwing his shoes into the sink so he can wash them later.
Bones then sits beside Jim, leaning back into the couch. Jim's gentle pants can be heard along with the hum of the fan, it comforts him slightly. Bones decides if the kid needs it, he'll pump the kid full of drugs tomorrow; he's too tired to go back to the medical building to retrieve some.
Shutting his weary eyes, Bones falls into a slumber alongside his best friend…
Bright blue eyes open and close, blinking away some tears. Muggy air fills his nostrils and he gives a hoarse cough. Instantly his head pounds and he regrets his decision to cough.
"Happy birthday kid." Bones greets him, strolling casually into the room, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers and worn robe.
"Thanks." He groans, covering his eyes with the croak of his arm.
"How's the head?" Bones asks, standing over him with two cups of coffee. "Want some?"
"Yes, thank you. And my head is exploding." Jim replies, sitting up with stiff muscles and taking the brown mug from the Doctor's grasp.
"For headaches, you probably shouldn't drink caffeine, but what the hell? It's your birthday. The whole campus is off celebrating today." Bones announces, expressing himself with the wave of his arms.
"Yeah, but they're not out celebrating my birth, that's for sure." He grumbles in reply, taking a gulp of coffee and nearly spitting it out.
"Sorry, I have no creamer so it's just straight up black." Bones explains, "And I guess you're right, they're not celebrating you, but you can pretend they are." Bones jokes, but his mood is falling quickly.
"Thanks Bones for taking me in-" He starts, "You invited yourself in," Bones corrects, "and for the coffee, but I think it's time for me to head back to my dorm. I'm sure my roommate is wondering where I am." Jim continues, placing his feet onto the floor.
"Jim, your roommate hates you; he locks you out and uses you as a personal punching bag." Bones points out with a disapproving smirk.
"Whatever." He mumbles and Bones' expression changes.
"You don't have to go Jim. I get it, this is a tough day to go through, especially with everyone constantly reminding you, but you don't gotta go through it alone." The Doctor says, sitting beside him.
"I don't wanna intrude." He replies pathetically, but it's too late, once the Doctor's mind is set, there's no changing it.
"You're not intruding on anything, plus, I'm your CMO, you're not going anywhere with a temp of hundred-one degrees." Bones says and Jim chuckles.
"Guess you're right," Jim mutters, "I'm always right," Bones corrects wrapping an arm around his frame.
"And you gotta eat more, I'm already Bones, we don't need a Skeleton." The Doctor jokes, but Jim's head hangs slightly.
"Hey, look kid, I'm sorry. Just playing with you." Bones apologizes quickly, he can't even begin to imagine what the kid is going through right now.
"No, you're fine Bones. You're right, I need to eat more…" Jim says and Bones nods his head.
"I'll grab some cake when I go out to get some med supplies." Bones informs him, glancing over at the hazy blue eyes.
"How come you didn't show?" He asks, meeting Bones' gaze.
Bones sees the despair in his eyes. He should have been there for the kid. His heart sinks, that was the only night Jim will ever actually need him to be there, and he wasn't there. He failed his friend.
"Look, I'm sorry kid, I guess I just got distracted-it won't happen again though." Bones explains and Jim's head nods.
"Its fine, and I'm sure it won't." Jim responds, the old smirk sparking back onto his lips.
"See, today's not gonna be too bad. Well, you do gotta clean my shoes because I did clean your puke." Bones laughs and Jim looks at him.
"I puked?" He asks, his tongue glazing over his lips.
"Yeah and I stepped in it!" Bones exclaims and gives the kid a playful punch.
Jim laughs, "Of course you're the one dumb enough to step in it."
"Well hey, at least I don't barge into my friends' dorms uninvited." Bones retorts defensively.
"Bones, you're so antisocial, I can't even get you to come to my dorm!" Jim is giggling now.
Bones smiles, this is one of the few times Jim will be like this, especially on his birthday. The Doctor is just glad he got to see it and next time he's gonna watch his step.