Sooo... Please go easy on me. This is my first attempt at a Star Trek fiction. I'm nervous. *hides my face* My friend (Kafira-Chan) and I decided to write some fics for eachother... To help practice :D We balance each other. It's wonderful! :D Anyway! On with the fic!


Chapter 1


McCoy sat at the bar as he drank his scotch, enjoying being on leave. He was glad to get off the ship for a while. Having to listen to the constant back and forth between Kirk and Spock started to irritate him. Whether they were getting along or not. He found that Kirk was the bane of his agitation.

Kirk was consistently going on missions and consistently endangering himself and not caring. McCoy couldn't care less, eh, well that was a lie. He cared. Hell he cared a lot.

Fidgeting with his tumbler of renewed scotch, the perspiration running along his finger tips as he twisted it. The bass thumped in the air as he listened to the music in the bar. Why'd I even come to this bar? I hate this bar, I hate the people, and the drinks sucked, he thought as he drank more of his scotch and hissed at the burn a little.

McCoy decided it was his time to leave, and he downed his drink. He finished dealing with people. Yes, he was a doctor, but that doesn't mean that he enjoyed people. He leaned across the bar and waved down the bartender and paid for his tab.

Slipping on his coat, he got ready to leave the bar. As he got a few feet from the door he turned around, and hearing a crash in the corner of the bar and a few men yelling. He zipped up his jacket and shook his head mumbling, "Damn immature assholes."

Glancing over his shoulder out of curiosity and watched as three men ganged up on another. The man singled out put up a good fight but was well beaten. McCoy squinted in the dim light and saw the bright blonde haired man being thrown into a wall. He shook his head a little and pinched the bridge of his nose mumbling, "Poor bastard."

He looked again and recognized the voice from across the bar, "Hey, come on fellas. I can do this all night." McCoy grumbled a little realizing it was no one other than his captain.

Being Jim's friend, and the nice guy that he was, er well sort of, he strode over the corner pushing a couple of the men out of the way. "Dammit Jim! What have you gone and done now?" McCoy crossed his arms over his chest. One the guys grabbed McCoy's shoulder, turning him to look at him, "And who the fuck are you?"

Swatting the man's arm away, McCoy raised an eyebrow and gave the usual sarcastic and agitated look. "I'm the man's doctor. Now if you would excuse us, he's had far too much to drink and he needs to go home," McCoy glanced over at Jim and glared at him a little, then went back to the man who was staring him down.
A small smile crept across Jim's sore, and swollen face. It made him smile that Bones was protecting him, coming to the rescue. It gave Jim a warm and fuzzy feeling in his stomach, or maybe that was the tequila, vodka, and many other alcohols mixing in his stomach. He felt his cheeks flush a little as Bones stalked over to him, grabbed his arm and started tugging him out of the bar.

Somewhere in the time of being punched in the face for hitting on someone's girlfriend, and oogling Bones a little, he was tugged out of the bar into the cool night air. Jim closed his eyes and hummed a little feeling the cool air on his face and neck. He glanced at Bones as he felt the grip on his arm tighten a little. Everything was a little hazy and all sound drowned out with the buzz he had.

Jim glanced at Bones under the street lights as the doctor questioned him, "What in the hell were you doing Jim? God dammit, look at your face. You didn't stand a chance against those guys. Where are you staying? How are you feeling?" Everything was coming out so fast, Jim just smiled and slurred a little, " 'm staying atthe motel down the street."

McCoy mumbled something in coherently under his breath out of frustration. He wrapped an arm around the Captain's waist as he helped walk the man down the street.

Without realizing it, McCoy's hand gently gripped at Jim's hip, and a small smile crept on Jim's face.

He leaned his head on the doctor's shoulder a little as they walked to the motel.


Once in the room Jim was staying in, McCoy gently set Jim down on the bed and pulled his shoes off. He raised his eyebrow as Jim stared at him, "What are you doing staying at a motel on leave? Shouldn't you be seeing your family or something?"

Jim shrugged lazily and closed his eyes as he did so, "My brother, Sam, is dead, and last I knew my mother is back in Iowa. Think I'll go see her soon though." McCoy just nodded and bit his lip a little.

He sighed a little and murmured, "We gotta get your face cleaned up." McCoy went into the bathroom and got a warm and wet cloth with a small first aid kit. "You okay to sit up?"

Giving a slow and small nod, Jim slowly sat up, and put a hand against his head, the room slowly spinning. McCoy grabbed a chair and sat in front of the wounded captain and carefully brushed the cloth along his split lip. Jim winced and pulled back a little. "Come on, don't be such an infant Jim," McCoy furrowed his brows at Jim, and the captain huffed a little. He straightened a little and mumbled softly as McCoy wiped the blood away, "Thank you, Bones. I appreciate it."

Sighing a little McCoy grabbed another cloth that had cold water on it, "It's my job, Jim. Here put this on your eye. If not the swelling'll get worse."

"No, not fixing me up, er well, I mean that too. What I mean is, you coming and pulling me out of there," Jim glanced down at his feet on the floor avoiding McCoy's stare. He could feel those brown eyes burning into his face.

McCoy relaxed a little in his chair and sighed. He ran a hand through his hair and mumbled, "Well, I couldn't just leave ya there and let you get your ass whooped."

Jim gave a small snort and mumbled, "Wouldn't be the first time."

Slightly frustrated, McCoy stood up and paced the room a little, "Dammit Jim, you need to stop getting yourself into these situations! One of these days, someone isn't going to be there to pull you out or help you! One of these days, I won't randomly find you in a bar and be able to help patch you up!" He kept pacing and grumbled to himself.

Mumbling out a small, "Sorry," Jim rubbed at the back of his neck and kept his eyes averted.

McCoy stopped dead in his tracks and realized how upset Jim was. He dropped his arms to his sides and frowned a little. He moved back in front of Jim and knelt in front of him to look him in those beautiful, ice blue eyes, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you like that. I just... You..."

"Yeah, yeah. I know. Gotta be more careful and not be so careless," Jim recited to McCoy. He heard this almost every time he was in the sick bay of The Enterprise. Gotta be more careful Jim, gonna get yourself killed Jim, dammit Jim stop risking your life, Jim mocked McCoy internally.

Gently taking Jim's face in his hands, McCoy carefully brushed a thumb of his cheek bone. "I say these things to you Jim, because, I would...I mean, we would be lost without you."

McCoy bit his lip, trying to repress the feelings he had for his captain, knowing he won't return them. Everyone knew Kirk, the womanizer and the horn-dog that he was. McCoy wasn't even sure if he liked men, for all he knew Jim was a homophobe.

Jim cocked and eyebrow curiously, "Were you going to say...you would be lost without me?" He still had a buzz, and his mind was still fuzzy, but he wasn't dumb either.

A slight blush crept across McCoy's face, and he quickly looked down to hide it. He took his hands away from Jim's face and fidgeted slightly. "I um... Jim...I meant we, I meant to say we, as in the crew."

He went to stand and pace again, but Jim caught his wrist and pulled him back down. "No. No you didn't. I know what you meant Bones," Jim barely whispered as he stared at the doctor.

Jim took his hand off McCoy's wrist and gently cupped his face with both hands. Completely disregarding the cold cloth for his eye. Licking his lips a little and ignoring the small sting from the split in his lip, he stared at McCoy seriously.

Instinctively, McCoy moved closer to those full lips and closed his eyes as Jim whispered, " I know that you meant, YOU, you would be lost without me." Taking a slow breath and slowly exhaling he murmured, "But you'd be wrong, Bones. I'd be lost without my doctor."

McCoy parted his lips to say something but, his train of thought had been derailed. He leaned forward, and pressed his lips against Jim's.


soooo There is my first McKirk! I hope you liked it. I would love a review! Hope you liked it Kafira-Chan!