I really like shipping Bones with people.
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Jim Kirk was nervous. Which was stupid. He was Captain Awesomepants of the USS Enterprise and captains of the 'fleet did not get nervous. Right? Right!
"Keep telling yourself that and you might actually end up believing it," he muttered.
It was now or never. Grasping what courage he had in both hands, he strode in to sickbay. There was Bones, looking gorgeous as ever in his medical blues. The flutter Jim felt in his stomach almost made him turn tail and run. Too late! Bones had seen him.
"What can I do for you, Jim?" the doctor asked.
This was good. No snapping meant Bones was in a good mood.
"I need to talk to you," Jim replied, just about keeping his voice level. "In private."
The two men went in to Bones' office. Jim was sure he was starting to hyperventilate. Hell, he might just pass out in a minute.
"Ok, kid," Bones said. "I'm all ears."
Jim withdrew a pile of cards from his pocket, holding them in trembling hands. He took a steadying breath. "Bones, did you uhh … did you fall out of heaven because um …" He fumbled with the cards and they dropped from his fingers to land in disarray on the floor. "Oh shit! Fuck! Oh god, fuck, I'm sorry. You're … you're just so pretty. I'm sorry." He bolted from the room, blushing furiously.
Bones followed and called out to Jim when he reached the corridor. "Jim, hold up!"
Jim stopped so that Bones could catch up. He fidgeted and stared down at his shoes, acutely embarrassed.
"Did you mean it?" Bones asked softly.
"Yeah," Jim mumbled, afraid that Bones would reject him. The next thing he knew, arms were wrapped around him. Bones' arms were warm and safe and Jim could feel himself relaxing. He moved his arms to hug Bones back.
"You're an idiot," Bones scoffed. "But that's the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me."
"Love you, Bones," Jim murmured.
"Love you too, darlin'."