FAGE 007
Title: Welcome To Riverside
Written for: Grace French/ Bubski McBoo
Written By: TheDarkestFallingStar
Rating: M
Summary: A few months after Khan, the crew is taking a break before their 5 year mission to let Kirk heal. A trip home with Spock in tow will sure be interesting. Pre-Slash
Prompt used: His words flew from his mouth in a jumble, but his meaning was clear.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Star Trek wise, also some key elements have been inspired by the very talented T'Pinto, just to put that acknowledgment out there.
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Author Note: I hope everyone enjoys this, my first fic in the fandom! I also want to thank Tammy my awesome Beta for betaing this for me!
Spock POV
The sound of a yelp caused my pace to quicken, slight panic flaring in my chest as I realized the sound came from the Captain's – Jim's – room. It eased the very second later when the familiar grumblings of Doctor McCoy filled the room.
"Don't be a baby, you big baby." He grumbled out followed by the sound of something being placed on a table.
The door swished open, the sound grating on my ears to reveal Jim rubbing his neck with a glare and McCoy rolling his eyes as he puts away a hypo spray.
"Spock! Finally, maybe you can help me convince Bones here!" Jim explains, his face lighting up with a smile. I couldn't help but raise my brows in question; it wasn't unusual for the Captain to ask me of such things, especially if it involved his escape from sick bay.
"Oh no Jim, don't you get that green eared hobgoblin to convince me of anything. You are staying, I am staying and that's final!" McCoy yells, his face turning a shade of red, indicating that this argument has been going on since I had left this morning.
"May I inquire what the problem is?" I ask, slightly curious.
McCoy let out a deep sigh before turning to me, "I got contacted by my ex-wife stating I need to take my daughter for this offshore leave or I won't see her again till after the five year mission. But I cannot leave, no one else knows Jim's allergies and the correct medicine to administer." He sighs out tiredly.
"And I assume he wishes to leave the hospital and is telling you to go to your daughter, as well as saying something along the lines of he is 'fit as a fiddle." I state, echoing the very words he has told me for the past few weeks.
"Did he just quote you? He just quoted you!" McCoy gaped out causing the captain to smirk, his eyes sparkling with entertainment.
"That he did, well what do ya know Spock, seems I am rubbing off on you! And to answer your question, yes that's exactly what but Mom wants me to come home as well and Iowa is a long way from Georgia." Jim explains, his eyes wide and pleading at me to help him in some way.
"I happen to agree with the Captain –Jim – Doctor McCoy, you should go spend time with your daughter. I will gladly stay with the Captain –Jim – and accompany him to his home. I am well aware of his allergies and I know the correct dosage and times to administer them." I state, fixing my mistake on calling Jim the Captain with every glare he gave me.
"Great! You can go spend time with your daughter, tell her Uncle Jimmy says hello and Spock can come home with me and make sure I recover like a good little boy!" Jim states happily before wincing as he tries to sit up, only to flop back down at Doctor McCoy's glare and restraining hand on his shoulder.
"Fine. But one problem, even a slight cough and I am teleporting my way from Georgia to here. Do you hear me Hobgoblin, one cough or sneeze you call me right away." I bow my head in understanding at his rant; I had come to learn that his frank words and teasing names were that of friendship and no matter what he would come, as he took his job as Chief Medical Officer seriously.
"I understand Doctor, if you would be so kind, would you gather the medicine I would need while I report to the Captain about the ship?" I ask, a slight lie but still truthful. He cast me a look before exiting the room, mumbling curses under his breath.
"Wow Spock, thanks for that but you don't have to come home with me, it'll be cold and I am unsure if you'll find my country home entertaining." Jim states as he begins to try and sit up once more. My body reacted instantly, my hands helping him up, my fingers brushing slightly across his bare skin. It took all my learning and composure to not flinch back from the pain Jim was experiencing.
"Don't… Don't tell Bones, please. He doesn't get to see Joanna often and if he knew I was in pain he wouldn't go and see her…. Now, tell me about our ship, how is my baby? Are they treating her well?" Jim explains as the sound of footsteps reached the door.
"The damage to the engine bay and the outer of the ship has nearly been repaired, Mister Scott told me to inform you that the warp core has been fixed and there will be no reason for you not to get back in there…" I trail off, blinking several times to erase the scene before me, the very scene that has been haunting me for months and no matter how much I meditate or focus on something else there was nothing to stop the image of Jim perishing before me.
"Is he okay?" Jim… I blink once, my vision swarming back into view to see a tricorder in my vision and Jim's worried face behind it.
"What happened there Spock? You just spaced out during report, which is very unlike you." Jim asks, his eyes brimming with concern that I could feel crawling over my skin like a blanket.
"I am adequate, I do apologize…it seems I grew lost in thought." The words were strange on my tongue, the phrasing even surprising the good doctor and Jim.
Jim frowned ever so slightly before nodding, accepting my half-lie.
McCoy stared at me for a few more seconds before shaking his head and laying out the medication in his hands before him. "I know you already said you know but I want to go over them with you again, just to calm my mind."
With a nod, I make my way to his side, letting him go over the medications and times to which I already know. All the while I couldn't shake the echo of pain and the flashes of Jim behind the warp core door.
Author Note: Okay, *Builds fort and activates shields* don't kill me, I know Spock may seem OOC to some of you and believe me to a non-trekkie I know but I wanted him to seem… more human, letting what happened between he and Kirk in engineering bring out the emotions his Vulcan side had been forcing down.