A Star Trek Fiction

"For the relationship between Bones and Kirk, because they're awesome, but without each other they would be lame. Besides, who doesn't love the two together?"

The Couch and The Bed

5xs Kirk Had to Sleep on the Couch & 5xs Bones Had to Share his Bed

Story 2: Super Senses

Bones is pacing back and forth, wearing out the carpeted floor on a stormy day. His anxiety is bursting through the roof. His stress levels are at an all time high. On top of all of that, he's extremely pissed something not even James T. Kirk wants to deal with.

That stupid bastard is the reason he's like this in the first place.

The Doctor keeps pacing, his thoughts overwhelming him. Of all the things that could happen, how come this has come up? And all from a simple message, the recording keeps playing over and over again in his head.

"Hey Bones… it's Jim, *coughs* is it alright if I swing by your place? Heheh, I know you don't like it when I come in unannounced *coughs*. Well I'm comin' anyways so deal with it… I'll be there in a…little bit."

Then the message goes dead. It's been over an hour sense Jim sent that messaged, and the kid still hasn't come up yet. The nagging in his gut tells him to go look for his friend. But he keeps stopping himself, Jim always gets himself into messes, the kid needs to learn…but at the same time, even if he'll never admit it, Jim is fragile, he needs to be showed that he's loved, that he's not worthless.

That's how this friendship thing works, Bones needs help getting over his ex-wife and Jim just needs some compassion, the things that he should have received from his mother and father, which both were absent.

Bones' senses keep telling him to go out there and find the kid. He gives in, he can't just do nothing.

Grumbling some complaints, he bundles up, throwing a coat on and some gloves, for the storm clouds are thickening and it looks like it's about to get snowy.

Bones heads out of the dorm building and begins to search in areas where he might find Jim. He starts by searching through bars, classrooms, bathroom stalls, and places he's found the cadet to hideout before. But he comes up with no luck. He's starts to regret his decision to search for Jim as it begins to snow on him.

His teeth chatter slightly as the wind and snow get to his bones. He groans and continues his search, going to Jim's dorm this time.

Bones is about halfway there when a head of blond hair catches his attention. He looks over at the direction his eye caught it and he sees the kid. Jim's sitting upright against a dormant tree. He's only wearing a pair of white boxers and his body looks like it's been beaten black and blue.

Bones rushes over to his friend and immediately takes off his coat and wraps it around Jim. The kid is icy cold in the morning air, his lips blue and his lap covered in snow.

"Oh my god Jim, what have they done to you?" Bones gasps, as he sees the various cuts and bruises dancing about the kid's body.

"Alright, c'mon, you're coming home with me." Bones tells him, scooping Jim up into his arms.

Bones grunts, the kid's heavier than he thought. Jim must be made out of solid muscle.

"Leave me alone…I didn't kiss her…" Jim moans, starting to thrash in the Doctor's arms.

"Jim what did you get yourself into this time?" Bones grumbles, his pace quickening as Jim begins to panic more and more.

By the time Bones reaches his dorm room, Jim's fighting his arms, still caught in his delirious state.

"It's alright Jim, it's me, Bones." Bones tells him, setting him down on the couch.

Jim keeps kicking out, his chest heaving. Bones' is forced to pin him down momentarily until he can get the kid coherent.

"Jim, look at me. Come on kid, open your eyes." Bones encourages, grabbing Jim by the wrists and sitting on the edge of the couch, wedging Jim between him and the fabric cushions.

"I didn't do it…" Jim mumbles, continuing to struggle against Bones' hold.

"It's alright Jim, I don't care, just open your eyes for me." Bones replies, trying to coax the kid out of it.

"I want Bones…Bones…" Jim moans pleadingly, letting a whimper escape.

"I'm right here Jim, I'm not going anywhere." The Doctor says reassuringly.

Jim just whimpers, his legs still kicking into the couch cushions and his arms resisting Bones' grip.

"Easy Jim, easy, it's over. They're gone." Bones keeps trying, but it's pointless, Jim isn't snapping out of it anytime soon.

Bones sighs and gets up, leaving Jim to thrash around as he grabs his medical kit, which he now keeps in his dorm since the last incident. He pulls out a sedative and makes his way back over. The Doctor sits back down on the couch and presses the hypo into Jim's neck. Once he's heard the hiss of the injection, he sets the hypo onto the table and watches Jim slowly fade away until he falls still.

He relaxes slightly; finally the kid isn't kicking him. Bones decides to skip class today; he wants to be around when Jim wakes. The kid might wake up a little confused and when he's confused he's either going to harm someone or himself.

Bones goes about his day as he waits for Jim to awake. He straightens up his dorm and does some homework, all the while still lingering within the presence of the couch. His mind is beginning to worry, it's been four hours and Jim still hasn't made the slightest movement.

The boy is completely still; the only sign of life in him is the muffled hum of breath going through his nostrils. His skin is deathly pale and his body is tattered with bruises, lumps, and cuts.

The Doctor decides that he might as well treat the kid now; he'll probably be easier to handle asleep than awake.

Bones walks over to him, throwing the blanket back to reveal his shirtless frame. He grumbles as he pushes the kid over onto his back. The kid's heavy for crying out loud!

Bones starts off slowly by patching up the cuts and applying ice to the bruises. He doesn't have anything to advanced so if he really wants to treat him he'll have to take him to the medical facility, which he's 110% sure that Jim will be pissed if he does.

Bones pauses when Jim moans. The Doctor freezes completely up, either the kid will wake up peacefully like an angel, or he'll wake up kickin' and screamin', there's no in between. And this time, he woke up kickin' and screamin'.

Jim starts to open his eyes and immediately he bolts upright, almost crashing heads with the person standing over him. The only thing he can remember is getting the crap beat out of him, so his only option is to get up and run.

Quickly he pushes off the soft cushions and runs for the door, only to be met by a strong pair of arms. The arms wrap around him tightly and his hand-to-hand combat kicks in.

"Jim! Stop it's me, it's Bones!" The Doctor exclaims before he can throw a elbow to the face.

He freezes, his heart pounding in his chest. His tense muscles relax and he sags in the Doctor's arms. Bones eases his grip on him and spins him around so they can face each other.

Jim doesn't meet the Doctor's intense gaze, his head just drops.

Bones heart stops, for once he doesn't know what to do. He doesn't know how to fix this. What comes next only seemed natural.

Jim slid his arms around Bones' chest and pressed his head under the older man's chin. Bones is only frozen momentarily before giving into it. With a smile the Doctor returns the hug by wrapping his arms around the kid.

"I'm sorry for not being there for you Jim." Bones apologizes, placing a hand in Jim's blond ruffled hair.

Jim just gives a moan as his muscles ache and his bruises start to hurt.

"Lemme get you back on the couch." Bones tells him and begins to lead Jim back over.

Gently he eases the kid down and throws the blanket back over his shivering frame.

"Thanks." Jim mutters, his blue eyes already fluttering closed.

"Anytime kid." Bones replies, ruffling Jim's blond hair.

"How'd you find me?" Jim asks, peaking up from underneath the blanket.

"Oh I dunno, maybe after you scared me half to death with that message and then I ran around like a madman looking for you." Bones explains and Jim chuckles softly.

"Hmm, sounds to me you got some super senses or something." Jim mumbles, eyelids drooping.

"Super senses huh?" Bones says, sitting himself beside Jim.

"Yeah, kinda like a mom senses. You can tell when your child is in danger." Jim murmurs with a smile.

"Are you implying that I am your mother? Jim, there's several problems with that assumption-" Bones laughs and Jim cuts in, "No-no-no, eww no! No, I'm just saying your super senses are kinda like mom senses."

"Great, that makes feel so comforted." Bones grunts sarcastically.

"Just sayin'." Jim grumbles and drifts off.

"Yeah, why don't you just shaddup already." Bones jokes, fixing the blanket over his friend.

He gives a gentle sigh and steps back, admiring his work. Jim might be a tough bastard, but sometimes he swears Jim acts like an eight year old boy.

With a smirk he shakes his head, "Super senses my ass."