Title: Reaper of Bones
Author: miss_m_cricket on LJ
Fandom: Star Trek Reboot! / Doom Crossover.
Rating: R for language and goriness
Pairing: will be Reaper!McCoy/James T. Kirk
Disclaimer: Own neither Doom, nor Star Trek.
Summary: Starfleet has ordered the Enterprise to Mars to reactivate the Olduvai facility and Bones is once again forced to face his demons...
A/N: The Story has now progressed beyond the frames of Doom. However there will still be flashbacks. We have 200 years of Bones building to catch up with. This is not my favourite part as it is more an intermidiary chapter. Next chapter there will be fireworks.
A/N 2: Italics in the beginning parts of this chapter are scenes from "Doom" the movie.
Reaper of Bones
"Last man standing, Reaper."
Reaper twisted from where he was crouched over his sister lying crumpled on the floor. Sarge had used her as bait, luring Reaper out to the large passageways leading to the Ark chamber.
"I think she needs medical attention." The big man continued, eyes fixed on John's face. Reaper's dark eyes flicked to Sarge's neck. He expected it, but it's still a shock to see the seeping wound, the evidence of Sarge's corruption.
"Can you get to the elevator?" He murmured to Sam.
"I'm not sure."
"Try." She started to drag herself back towards the elevator as Reaper stood and moved away from her, forcing Sarge to focus on him and not on the retreating form of his twin. "Where are the survivors the Kid found?"
"I took care of that problem." Sarge's eyes never left Reaper's face, there was no regret there for the murder of 20 innocents, and it made Reaper's stand against him, so much easier. "Quarantine is almost over. Power should be back on any minute."
Reaper glanced towards Sam and then looked back at his CO, "You killed the Kid."
"We're all killers Reaper." Sarge sneered back, "It's what they pay us for."
'Quarantine Complete' came the unemotive female voice from the wall speakers, 'Elevator's back online.'
At the same moment Reaper glanced down at the sound of ripping to see Sarge's hand's swell slightly, ripping the combat gloves over the knuckles. The first sign of mutation.
"It's finished," Sarge hissed quietly, "What do you say we go outside and get some....fresh air." There was suppressed violence in those words, and the big man began prowling forward, closer to Reaper.
Whose response was to shift his gun slightly so that it pointed clearly at Sarge. The commanding officer paused, eyes on the gun and smiled a wry grim smile. "Oh you gunna shoot me?"
"Yeah I was thinking about it." Reaper drawled back, raising an eyebrow sardonically.
"How much you got left?"
"Half a clip, you?"
Sarge looked down at the Bio Force gun in his hands and nodded reflectively, playing along with Reaper's false light humour.
"I've got...one round."
It was the C24 that saved him, letting him move faster than he ever had before, to escape the blast of the biological weapon which crashed right where he had stood.
He took off after Sarge, into the place where it all had begun, the Ark chamber.
~*~
Bones stepped through the hole cut into the thick Ark chamber door on Mars and looked around. The room looked the same as it had been 200 years ago, cold and clinical, with UAC signs all around. There in the centre of the floor circled around by transport disks, was the Ark core. The Ark material itself had been destroyed by the ST grenade but the core had been preserved.
If the core had been destroyed, the whole place would have gone up in a nuclear firestorm.
Which was what he was here to achieve.
"Fuck UAC," he muttered, cursing the corporation which had dwindled and died after the Federation had contacted Earth, "And fuck Starfleet. No one is going to resurrect this hell."
Placing the explosive grenade down beside the core he set it off, the timer ticking along. 7 minutes.
He had not dared give himself longer in case a creature left unfound by him discovered the explosive and removed it from its close proximity to the volatile core.
A second later he was gone, a racing blur through Olduvai, leaving behind the ticking time bomb that would destroy his demons once and for all.
The returned Shuttle was ready, as he had ordered it, and they were in the sky before five minutes had passed. John Grimm sat at the back, watching through one of the windows.
He didn't smile as the great mushroom cloud rose in the sky, glowing with radiation and death. He didn't smile as he lifted a pair of enhancers to his eyes to see the facility had been completely wiped from existence. He just nodded, turned around to face ahead and was faced with the shape of the Enterprise hanging before them.
~*~
They were rising to the surface, John covered in blood but unmarked, Sam pale and weak, cradled in her brothers arms. John glanced skywards, seeing the sun up above him through the glass roof and then down at his sister.
"Almost home." He murmured, feeling her lips curl into a smile against his shoulder.
~*~
It was rather disconcerting, Jim Kirk decided, to wake up and find your Vulcan First Officer standing over you. Of course Spock had rejected the word 'hovering' deeming it illogical and misleading, he had after all had both feet planted firmly on the med-bay's solid floor.
It was also rather strange to wake up to absolutely no pain anywhere in his body. His muscles were responding beautifully, reacting with a power and speed that had been lacking up until now. His eyesight was sharper, his sense of smell clearer, and his hearing had improved beyond anything.
He could, for example, tell you that Spock had a small white scar, almost invisible, under his jaw near to his left ear, that he smelt of spearmint and summer rain on grass, and that Spock's heart beat at a different pitch to the other humans in the med bay.
His first question however, was not to ask what the hell had happened to him, but rather was; "Where's Bones?"
"Doctor McCoy has offered his resignation as a Starfleet Officer." Spock replied, face still and unemotional, "He cited protocol, saying that he had been emotionally compromised, that he had breached medical standards by administering a potentially lethal substance into the system of an unconscious and unconsenting individual."
He remembered he had been dying, bleeding away, Bones beside him, muttering away in that way of his. He remembered the cold feeling of the hypospray against his neck, the feeling of icy liquid flooding him. And he realised what it was. C24, the same medical advance that had saved Bones so long ago. And Bones had tried to resign?
"Where is he?" Jim sat up, the speed with which he moved almost dizzying to him, "I'm actually going to throttle him."
"Captain, I must advise that willingly and premeditated killing is called murder, and is frowned heavily upon in most Federated societies. Also, it should be noted that I did not accept the Doctor's resignation, stating it did not breach any standards of conduct as you both emerged from a dangerous situation unscathed."
"Well done Mr Spock." Jim was relieved, and more than a little pleased that the First Officer had so skilfully evaded a presumably irate Bones. After seeing the man in action down on Olduvai he had resolved never to annoy his Chief Medical Officer again. "Now where is Dr McCoy?"
~*~
Bones stood on the observation deck of the largest of the rec-halls. The massive window displayed the panorama of space as they rested at the space dock above Revis IV a peaceful planet on the outer rim of the known planets. The Enterprise was to continue her exploration, finding new words and new species and new diseases for him to cure.
He heard the hall's doors slide open and instantly tensed. A new heartbeat had entered the room, a heartbeat that was warm and rich and healthy. A genetically enhanced heartbeat.
He didn't look around as Jim Kirk came up alongside him, didn't dare look to see the anger, the hatred on his former best friends face. He had, in a fit of selfish weakness condemned his friend to a life barely worth living. Sure he was enhanced, was faster than others, stronger and fitter. More intelligent even. But he would also outlive most of his friends, by centuries.
Bones hadn't saved Jim at all.
He had cursed him.
"Bones." Jim said, in his captain command voice, "Bones for god's sake look at me."
Hazel eyes glanced over, looking into Jim's annoyed blue gaze and then back out at the stars before them. "Captain." He murmured, his voice formal.
Hands reached out and turned him back to face the gold shirted man. Jim was clean, not a mark on his handsome face, he was wearing fresh clothing, and his hair was slightly damp. Nose flaring softly Bones could smell the subtle sandalwood scent of Jim's shampoo.
"What happened on Olduvai..." Jim said, his voice soft "is kind of a blur to me. I remember the monster grabbing me, dragging me. I remember you coming and it taunting you. I remember you fighting..." Jim's hand came up from his shoulder to trace his neck where Sarge's claws had pierced his skin in a painful preamble to killing him, "I remember him asking you for your last words. You said...."
"Semper Fi, motherfucker." Bones supplied, leaving out Jim's declaration of love. Kirk frowned, hand stilling on his skin.
"I said..."
"You didn't say anything Captain." Bones pulled away, grabbing Kirk's hands and lowering them before moving back to the window. "You were heading towards unconsciousness bleeding your guts out on the floor."
Jim winced.
"But Bones..."
"I injected you with C-24, something which could have mutated you beyond comprehension. I put personal feelings ahead of my professional duty and for that I apologise. I respectfully ask that you consider my resignation..."
"Declined."
McCoy breathed out harshly through his nose.
"Dammit Jim! I could have killed you! No it would have been worse than that, I could have condemned you to madness and insanity and bloodlust! I am clearly not the right man for the job of CMO."
"You saved my life Bones, you saved the life of your fucking captain which is exactly what the fucking CMO is supposed to fucking do!" Jim was yelling, "So enough with this resignation shit, I'm not accepting it, and neither is Spock."
"You have no idea what I've done to you!" Bones roared back, stepping menacingly towards Jim, "What I've stolen from you by 'saving your life'."
"What the hell have you done to me, other than enhance me?" Jim asked, genuinely confused and feeling rather hurt by Bone's harsh tone of voice. "I feel better than I ever have Bones."
"Well then that is truly pathetic Jim." Bones turned and walked down the stairs and across the rec hall stopping at the doors to look back at Jim, silhouetted against the beautiful panorama. This wasn't the first time he had done this, pushed someone he loved away to protect them. "If you won't accept my professional resignation then at least accept this one. I am a Doctor Jim, not a best friend. Not yours, not anyone's."
Jim stared after him in silence as he left.
~*~
From: Commander Spock, First Officer of the Starship Enterprise
To: "Confidential" The Board into the re-activation of the Olduvai research facility, Mars.
Excerpt from Final Report
...during the course of the mission several members of the Landing Crew were infected by these genetically mutated creatures. See above, section 3327 detailing the threats pertaining to the Facility. Six members of the crew mutated beyond recognition, joining their infectors as genetic 'Imps' as defined by the Chief Medical Officer. Two others were also infected but have rather not degenerated into the state of the others. They are still human, but their abilities are enhanced. "Superhuman" is apparently an old terran term which aptly describes their new physical state...
...List of Infected/Dead Persons
Brocard, Sebastian – Killed in Action
Dijo, Morlan – Infected/Mutated, Killed in Action
F'zulm – Killed in Action
Garbon, Henry – Infected/Mutated, Killed in Action
Kirk, James – Infected/Enhanced, Survived
Kurrle, Mattias – Infected/Mutated, Killed in Action
Leeson, Justin – Infected/Mutated, Killed in Action
MacGuiver, Seamus – Infected/Mutated, Killed in Action
McCoy, Leonard – Infected/Enhanced, Survived
Oraten, Richard – Infected/Mutated, Killed in Action...
~*~
Bones expected Jim to fight against his 'resignation' from being his best friend, and so was not surprised in the least when the young man went out of his way to try and mend things. What he hadn't expected, or anticipated was the entire crew getting behind Jim and helping him along.
Except for his medical staff of course, because they were well aware that Dr McCoy knew a hundred ways to kill you without it being even traceable. A formidable Doctor, and now it appeared, also a formidable fighter.
Jim tried everything, everything to get Dr McCoy to take back his words, hang out with him, be Bones once more. But he had shut the lid on 'Bones' just as he had shut the lid on 'Reaper' and 'John'. His squad mates had known him as Reaper, they were all dead, only Sam and Sarge had called him John, and now they too were gone. Bones was Jim's name for him, and he was pushing Jim away.
He was just Leonard fucking McCoy, and he would never put Jim in that kind of danger again
~*~
AN: I would love to get you guys views on where you would like this story to go. I can end it in one more Part but Reaper/Bones is still yammering on to me. So Let me know yeah?
