A Star Trek Fiction
"James Tiberius Kirk and Leonard McCoy, a.k.a. Bones, the perfect duo. They complete each other, plus they provide loads of entertainment."
Waking Up is a Pain
5xs Jim woke up Bones & 5xs Bones woke up Jim
Story 8: Jerk
Bones pops the bottle back, hell yes he's had five bottles too much to drink. It's okay though, he has tomorrow off. Why is he drinking like this? Well maybe because today he let a young girl die in his hands. He failed that girl; she died in the middle of surgery. He still can't believe his own eyes, or his ears for that matter.
The Doctor just proceeds to drown his sorrows in alcohol, only this time he doesn't have Jim with him. Usually the two are drinking partners, but since Jim is now the Captain of a starship, he has to remain sober and ready for action at any second. And Bones should probably do the same, but not tonight, no not tonight. Tonight is his night and he's gonna spend it however the hell he wants.
Drunkenly, the Doctor gets to his feet and leaves the safety of his quarters at two in the morning. Which he meant to go to the bathroom, but he ends up breaking into Jim's room and vomiting across his floor, which is still covered with unsigned reports.
"Oops." Bones groans, wiping his mouth, staring down at his own puke.
"Huh?" Jim moans, sitting upright and stretching his arms, "Bones?" He grumbles, stifling a yawn.
"Yup Jim, that's me." Bones replies casually, looking over at the sleepy blond.
Jim blinks several times, trying to focus in on the moment, "Did you just puke on my floor?"
Bones smiles, "Yup."
"Goddamn it." Jim swears, dragging his fingers across his weary face.
"Sorry, did I disturb your beauty sleep?" Bones asks in all seriousness that Jim almost laughs.
"Uhh, no, but you most definitely disturbed my floor." Jim points out, pursing his lips.
"Oh, sorry about that." Bones replies and Jim shakes his head, cupping his face in his hands.
"How drunk are you on a scale to one-to-ten?" Jim questions, getting to his feet with an exasperated sigh.
"Uhh fifty." Bones responds, plopping down at Jim's desk chair.
"That's not even on the scale asshole." Jim grumbles, making his way to his vomit stained papers.
"Damn, I don't think Spock will want these back." The Captain groans, rubbing his tired blue eyes.
Bones just stares intently at his friend and Jim turns on him, "Why the hell are you drunk?" Jim asks, shaking his head in disapproval.
The Doctor sighs, head hanging and Jim comes beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder, "A girl died right in front of me during surgery."
Jim exhales loudly, "Yeah, I heard about that…sorry Bones."
Jim then hugs the Doctor lightly and presses his cheek against Bones' ruffled hair, "You smell." Jim points out, getting a whiff of the distinct alcohol aroma.
"I'd say the same to you, but you actually smell nice for once." Bones tells him, breathing in Jim's scent.
Jim laughs, "I'll take that as a compliment."
"You better because it's the only one you're getting tonight." Bones growls, peeling away from Jim's arms.
Jim just lets a huff out, hands on hips, "Alright, I guess you can spend the night here. But go bathe first and I'll handle the mess."
"Sounds good to me." Bones mutters and heads into Jim's bathroom, starting up the shower.
Jim rolls his eyes and begins to clean up Bones' vomit, silently cursing to himself.
It's about ten minutes later until Bones reappears, wearing Jim's clothes. Bones smirks and jumps into bed with Jim, who only gives a growl.
"Night Jim." Bones says, pulling the soft blankets over himself.
"Night idiot." Jim groans, shutting his eyes.
Bones glares at him, "Night asshole."
"Moron." Jim mutters.
Bones replies sourly, "Bitch."
"Drunk-ass." Jim retorts.
"Bastard." Bones says, pushing Jim's arm away from his face.
Jim sighs, wanting to end the conversation before it turns into an argument, and drunken Bones always wins. Always.
"Night jerk." Jim grumbles and ignores Bones next vulgar comment because he knows that Bones didn't mean it.
