A gift of sorts to Gameruska who I met at MissBimbo . com

I wrote this as a thank you for the ficlet she wrote for me!

Its sort of a prologue to what could be an actual fiction if I ever decide to write one... but can be read as just a one shot...

(disclaimer) Yea I don't own Star Trek...yet...But when I do, BONES IS MINE!!!


Leonard 'Bones' McCoy pulled open his liquor cabinet and pulled out a bottle of whiskey and took a drink right from the bottle not bothering with a glass. The night had started rather well, but had gone to hell in a hand basket in short time.

After the Narada incident all personnel who were aboard the Enterprise where given commendations and priority choice to where they wished to be stationed after graduation, of course all of the bridge crew had chosen to stay aboard the Enterprise. The night out had been a chance to celebrate their now permanent positions with their newly reinstated Captain, James T Kirk.

Jim looked to all the world as the cat who caught the canary, playing up to his hero status with little to no subtlety when he turned up the charm to charm the pants of a couple of the local girls. Bones could only watch as his Captain flashed a grin and winked then ended up in a group make out session with no less than three girls (one of which was blue). Jim had this look of absolute pleasure dancing across his face. Bones left as quickly as he could after that.

Bones slammed his bottle hard on the desk at the memory, and then sagged to the floor, head in his hands.

Dammit! He was a doctor not some hormonal teenager. He shouldn't be thinking of his male best friend like that, he had no claim to the other man and so he didn't even have the right to feel jealous.

Bone's knew that in this world there two constants; one was that Klingons will always try and kill you and that, if it breathes James T Kirk will try and sleep with it, unless it's name was Leonard McCoy.

And that of course was the problem.

Until the Narada Bones himself hadn't even realised he wanted Jim in that way. Well to be fair he had thought of it (how could he not have, it was Jim Kirk after all) but it had never been more than a distant thought, that once noticed could be quickly replaced by something else. But ever since Bones almost lost him numerous times, he had the sudden realisation that he actually had feelings for the kid, to the extent that he might even be in lo...

"Dammit Jim."

Needing to nip that rather traitorous thought in the bud, Bones pulled the whiskey from the table onto the floor with him and as he drowned in an alcoholic daze the last thought that ran through his mind was the look of pleasure that had crossed Jim's face that night and would it have been the same if he was the one who had causing it.


tbc...
(maybe if I can be bothered...lol)

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Always

KarlaMarie

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R&R