Hey all, I had an idea one night after reading some fanfiction and books. I hope you enjoy my little twist. Warning Bones is going to get hurt! Enjoy and please review (P.S. Some people have noted my grammar mistakes. Just so you all know I am severely Dyslexic and try do my best. As for my novel I'm having some lovely Grammar Nazi's going through it ;) ) Enjoy!
Kiyli
*beep*beep*beep*
Groaning at the disturbance, McCoy rolled onto his left side ignoring his communicator. Why he had left it on loud was beyond his belief. McCoy was trying to get some sleep ready for his early shift at the medical centre.
*beep*beep*beep*
"Come on!"
His gruff Georgian accent hissed through the air in his academy quarters. Throwing himself onto his back, McCoy looked to the communicator sat on his bedside table still beeping constantly. Sighing, McCoy brought his right hand to his face gently rubbing it. As soon as McCoy got his hands on whoever was ringing him at this time…
Hold on what time is it?
McCoy looked up to the clock above Jim's academy bed in the room they shared, noting no Jim in bed. Probably sleeping with another alien. Looking to the clock his eyes stared at it in disbelief. Oh-one hundred in the morning.
For Christ sakes who would ring me at such a stupid time in the morning.
*beep*beep*beep*
McCoy sat up instantly as rage burned through him. Slicing his hand through the air to grab the communicator, McCoy quickly flipped it open awaiting for the voice of the mysterious caller.
"Bones…"
Jim. Instantly McCoy's mind was going through different situations that the famous Jim Kirk could of gotten himself into.
"What is it kid?"
McCoy instantly regretted what he said as soon as the words slipped out of his mouth. He sounded so gruff, and very pissed off. Then again he did wake me up WHILST he knew I've got a medical centre duty tomorrow.
"Bones…. I need you"
Jim's voice was slurred over the communicator. He's drunk dammit. Instantly McCoy jumped up grabbing his emergency medkit he had on him no matter what. Jim always got himself into trouble when McCoy was after something. What gave it away was the hurt that wavered through Jim's voice over the communicator. Was Jim hurt? Had he got into another one of his bar fights or been ditched by another alien on the street drugged with a nasty cocktail in his system. Goddammit Kid. What is it this time?
"What's happened kid?"
It felt like an eternity for Jim's reply. McCoy began to panic that Jim had fallen unconscious.
"God dammit kid what's wrong? Where are you?"
This time McCoy let his anger loose more, reviling the stronger side of his Georgian accent.
"I'm… I'm… Hold on"
McCoy got worried as soon as Jim struggled to recognise where he was. That was a sign he was heavily intoxicated. With his gut churning McCoy quickly got dressed into some civil clothes and walked to the door of their shared academy room. He glanced at his messed up bed, then over to Jim's tidy bed. When they met on the shuttlecraft for recruits, he didn't expect to make any friends at star fleet, let alone make a best friend he'll never shake off. One thing that always questioned McCoy was where had Jim learnt nurses corners. It was such an old fashioned technique that hospitals barely use due to the maintained biobed that could easily be decontaminated. Sighing McCoy looked to the door.
"I'm at… the Rivercas…"
Dead. The transmission ended before McCoy could question Jim more. McCoy growled down his communicator before slamming it shut and attaching it to his belt. Looks like I'm going to have to hunt the kid down. He's going to be the death of me. McCoy grumbled as he opened the door and stepped out into the academy dorm hallway. He looked towards the turbo lift that would give him a lift. Two girls stood waiting for the next one to appear at the doors. This was his chance to try get more information on the Rivercas and where the god dam hell it was. Running over to the ladies his heart began to sank as the turbo lift doors open.