Author's Note: This one is a little shorter because I needed this to go first. It will all wrap up shortly so stick around and find out what happens.
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Bones stared at his PADD in a mixture of shock and anger.
One James Tiberius Kirk had been sent to Tarsus IV as a thirteen year old on a mission. Only the mission was survival.
He had left a healthy teenager and come home a ragged boy who was emaciated and had big, haunted, blue eyes. His hair had been long and ragged because it hadn't been cut in months. But the one thing that told Bones the boy in the picture in front of him was his Jim was the way he held a blond headed girl protectively. Only Jim Kirk of the Enterprise would hold someone like that.
Jim had returned home on October 25th and had gone through a psych eval, which he promptly failed. Then again who wouldn't? No one who returned from that planet of hell had returned in one piece, especially Jim. He was so messed up it was hard to get him to talk. But put him in command of a starship and he was excellent.
In all honesty Bones knew about Jim's past. Being his doctor he had ways of getting into his patients records. But Jim's records were sealed. Mostly. Bones had gotten into the basics of Jim's records but the rest were highly classified. Now he absolutely knew why. Jim knew how to manipulate psych evaluators better than anyone he knew. That was the only reason he had gotten commission of the Enterprise.
So what did Sam have to do with Tarsus?
As Bones dug deeper into Jim's past, he realized what Sam had to do with Tarsus.
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Jim was bored as he waited for Bones to return to give the okay to go to his room. He needed a shower and fresh clothes. And maybe a shave.
He was going to have to ask for assistance on the first two. His hip was healing, meaning he couldn't put any weight on it at all. Bones gave him two weeks before he could do any physical activities. Jim gave it three days. The shower thing was a must though. He smelled like antiseptic and white sheets, a gross smell for a captain but okay for a doctor like Bones.
His upcoming confrontation with Sam was going to be bad. If he knew his friends, and he did pretty well, they were not going to accept his answer of he had it under control. Finding out that Sam had been using him as a punching bag had pretty much made his opinion null and void. In reality he was glad they had figured it out, glad Chekov had disobeyed his order to keep his wounds quiet, so he could get help. Being strung up like a gutted pig had told him that.
It hurt more that it was his brother that had done everything to him. He was the last of his immediate family, his brother. He had always looked up to Sam. But there had been differences to them. Sam had been born with a mother and a father seven years before the Kelvin incident. Jim hadn't had that luxury. By the time he was two, he realized he wasn't the favorite child, not by a long shot.
Sam always had to study hard whereas Jim rarely studied at all. He was a genius and had been told at an early age. It also made his time at school very different than Sam's. He had breezed through it where Sam struggled. Sam had also struggled through Starfleet Academy. He graduated in the middle of his science track. When Jim had graduated (if you call graduating by commandeering a starship to save the world) he had been at the top of his class. Sam worked hard and sometimes it seemed as if Jim didn't work at all.
The curtain was flung to the side suddenly. Jim stared his brother in the face as Sam stalked into the room. Sam was seething and Jim knew there was no way he could escape. The older Kirk stopped at the end of the bed.
"You told them," he accused.
"No, I didn't. They figured it out on their own," Jim answered feebly. There was nothing he could do to stop him if he attacked him.
"The only way they'd do that is if you told them."
"I didn't say a word, Sam!"
Sam got in one good shot on Jim's healing hip before he was pulled away from the captain. Jim rolled onto his good side, alternating between holding his hip and gripping the pillow as he cried and cussed at the same time.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Bones growled as he literally slung Sam into the main portion of Medical. He put his body between his patient and the attacker. "Can't you see he's recovering from surgery?"
"I really don't give a shit about that. I'm going to kill him," Sam growled as he pulled himself up.
He tried to blow past Bones but the doctor was faster. He caught him and shoved him back. Sam stumbled into a crash cart. "Like hell you are."
Then Sam smiled. That smile was sadistic and twisted, like he was proud of something he had done before Bones had gotten in the room.
"Doctor, he's crashing!" Chapel called from behind him.
Bones turned around and went to Jim instantly. His heart rate had plummeted and he was near flat lining. Bones ordered a crash cart. When he looked back, Sam was gone. He didn't have time for that. He had to get Jim back before it was seriously too late.
Chapel ripped off the hospital gown and got ready to kick start his heart into beating. They shocked his heart twice, using different voltages both times.
"Come on, kid. Come on," Bones chanted as he got ready to shock him for a third time. When he brought the paddles down, Jim's heart went back into full gear. A few moments later, he stabilized and Bones dropped his head to his friend's chest. "Thank God. Chapel, take a blood sample and find out what he injected into his IV."
"What are you going to do?" Chapel asked.
"I'm going to make a formal report. Sam Kirk tried to murder his younger brother and captain of the Enterprise."
