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 6: He's My Idiot

Its summer, the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the trees are whistling, the flowers are blooming, it's perfect. What can go wrong on such a beautiful day? Something one would say if they didn't know Jim Kirk.

Jim sees this as the perfect opportunity to get out of town, dragging the good Doctor with him. Bones is quite the complainer when it comes to traveling so he reassured the Doctor that they wouldn't be riding any shuttles today.

With much whining and infantile complaining, he managed to get the Doctor to come with him. Now they were seated at a bar, a strange bar, one of which Bones didn't like. It makes him feel uncomfortable.

Bones glances over at his blond foolish friend who is giving the girl across the bar a flattering wink, one of which girls usually drool over, but not this girl.

"Damn Bones, the girl over there is giving me the devil's glare." The younger man exclaims, taking a gulp of alcohol.

Bones sighs and stares at his confusing friend, "Well damn Jim, lay off on the beer okay? I'm not dragging you all the way back drunk."

"No need, because I'm gonna get laid tonight." Jim says with a wink and Bones gives him a disgusted eye roll.

"That's the last thing I wanted to hear." He grumbles, taking the beer bottle from Jim's hand and downing it in one swallow.

Jim chuckles and orders another beer, "At least I still try, I can't even recount the last time you've had a good night out."

"Jim you don't have to try, you just do. You're like a freakin' machine when it comes to this stuff." Bones corrects, smacking him on the back of the head, this just causes the blond to laugh more.

"Jeez Bones, enough with hitting, you're gonna ruin my hair." Jim jokes, giving Bones a lopsided grin.

Bones relaxes, as long as Jim is happy he's fine with it.

"Alright, take care of my beer; I got a girl to hit on." Jim tells him, sliding him the beer bottle and hopping off of the stool.

Bones just shakes his head in disapproval and takes a sip at Jim's drink.

Jim makes his way through the crowd, heading to the girl which he had given a generous wink to earlier. When he reaches her, he smiles. She's beautiful, long lush brown hair and marble chocolate eyes. Her skin is evenly tan and her smile is softer than an angel's wing. She's flawless.

"Can I help you?" She asks him, batting her long lashes at him.

Jim almost fumbles with his words for a second, "Uhh, yes, yes you can. May I?" Jim asks, pointing towards the chair, she nods her head and he gives a smile.

Bones watches Jim, he's sitting with the girl, chatting away like a little school boy. He rolls his eyes; Jim drags him all the way out here just to talk to girls. What a waste of time. But Bones remains, he's gonna stay until he's sure Jim can't get into any trouble. So with that being said, he's never going to leave, because Jim is always in trouble.

Bones keeps an eye trained on Jim, seeing him take a few of sips from a drink that the girl offered him. They keep talking for a couple more minutes until the girl gets up and gives Jim a wink before heading to the restroom.

Jim gives a lopsided grin and looks over at Bones. The Doctor shakes his head and Jim gives him the thumbs up before getting up from his chair and following the girl into the bathroom.

Bones growls. Great just great. Here he is, drinking alone while Jim is probably making out with a very pretty girl in the bathroom stall. Great. He's already having a terrible day, now he gets this crap?

He looks at his watch, he'll give the kid thirty minutes, then he's gonna drag his butt out of there and they're heading home.

Time slips by quickly, before he knows it twenty-five minute have passed and he's downed three drinks including Jim's. Bones' is silently complaining to himself when he sees the girl exit the bathroom, her hair is messier and his clothes are a bit trashed, but nothing too terrible. He chuckles to himself as he sees the girl leave the bar, looking a little flustered.

Bones sits back and waits for Jim to appear, time passing by. Its three minutes later and Jim still hasn't come out, maybe the kid is straightening up a little? Grinding his teeth, he starts to become anxious as more and more time passes by.

It's been ten minutes, and no sign of Jim. Bones grumbles, exactly the reason why he hates going anywhere with the kid. He gives a huff as he lands on his feet and makes his way to the girls' bathroom.

He pushes the door open and looks around, there's no sign of the kid.

"Jim? You here?" Bones says, looking into the stalls.

"Mmm…" Comes a moan from the back of the room.

Bones shakes his head, "You got to be joking."

The Doctor makes his way over to the source and pushes the stall door open, revealing Jim. The kid is gripping the toilet, trying to keep himself upright. His pants are on the floor and his trousers are tangled up around his ankles. His black shirt is torn and there's blood tricking down the side of his head.

Bones stands there, a scowl on his face, "Rough sex ehh?"

"I-I-I I uhh, I hit m' head." Jim stammers, trying to get to his feet, but his feet keep slipping against the wet floor.

Bones just watches as his friend struggles on the floor, half naked and a complete mess.

"I thought you were usually the one to walk away first." The Doctor grumbles, making no attempt to help Jim.

"No-no-no-no. I hit my head." Jim repeats nervously and keeps trying to stand up but he only fumbles around.

Bones sighs and comes toward Jim.

"No!" Jim yelps as Bones tries to help him, "Stay where you-you are."

"Jim I'm just trying to help you." Bones points out and Jim shakes his head, "Alright, fine, fine, have it your way." Bones says and backs away, hands raised in defeat seeing the fear in Jim's blue eyes.

He steps outside the stall and holds the door closed, "Now hurry up and get yourself dressed, we're going home." Bones orders and a woman enters the restroom and sees him standing in there.

"Uhh, sorry ma'am, my uhh, my…" Bones trails off and looks at the stall and back at the woman, "my son is in there, he uhh went into the wrong bathroom. Sorry."

The woman just nods her head slowly, slightly in disbelief. Bones just stands there awkwardly for several moments, holding the stall door closed for Jim while he stumbles around dressing himself.

Jim then tries to open the stall door but Bones slams it shut, "Bones lemme out." Jim grumbles and the lady looks accusingly at Bones.

"That's his name for me," Bones whispers over to her, "Jim you call me dad remember?" Bones tells him.

"Huh? What…" Jim replies and Bones feels that something's off with his 'son', usually Jim can pick up on the lies and go along with them.

"Jim are you dressed?" Bones questions, hoping Jim wouldn't make it anymore awkward.

"Mmhmm. I-" Jim mumbles and Bones opens the door to see that he's clothed, "Yeah, yeah I know." Bones responds hooking his arm into Jim's and pulling him out of the stall.

Once they step out the woman looks shocked to see a grown man instead of a boy.

"…He's autistic." Bones states almost as a question.

The lady just nods her head and watches the pair leave the bathroom.

Bones grips Jim tightly and leads him out of the bar. Jim remains silent, feet dragging on the ground as Bones steers him through the bar doors and outside into the summer afternoon. The Doctor walks him over to the curb and sits him down.

Taking a couple of steps back, he stares at Jim, waiting for him to explain himself.

"What happened in there Jim?" Bones questions after a long moment of silence between the two.

Jim gazes up at Bones, looking defeated and tired, "I'm not sure."

Bones scowls, "You're not sure? How can you not be sure?"

Jim flinches from the harshness of his voice and brings his knees up under his chin.

"I uhh, I don't really remember what happened." Jim admits, shutting his eyes.

"I see." Bones mutters, staring suspiciously at Jim.

"I'm serious Bones." Jim says, looking up at his friend and Bones just smirks.

"I feel like you just don't want to admit that she got the best of you." Bones laughs and Jim blinks several times.

"Bones I'm being serious I don't know what happened." Jim tells him, but Bones isn't going to fall for anymore lies from this kid.

Jim is always trying to cover himself up, trying to play it off cool. But not remembering what happened? That's a bit of a drag.

"Jim it's not going to work, the gash on your head isn't deep enough to cause any memory loss… unfortunately." Bones replies, giving a peak at the cut at his hairline.

"I'm not lying Bones, why would I lie to you?" Jim gathers to his feet, his stance slightly defensive.

Bones just raises an eyebrow at him, "Jim you lie to everyone, including yourself. Nobody trusts you that's why you have me as a friend because you think I'm a stupid old man who just drowns his sorrows in alcohol."

"Do not!" Jim yelps, his fists clenching.

Bones looks down at Jim's fists then back up at his face, "Really Jim?"

"Why are you like this?" Jim mutters, his eyes full of hurt.

"Why am I like this? Look who's talking, at least I have the sense not to make a fool of myself." Bones retorts and Jim takes a step back.

"I didn't ask for your help Bones, you could've just left me." Jim informs him, muscles tensing.

"Yeah and I didn't ask to be your friend yet here we are." Bones retorts defensively and immediately he wishes he can take it back.

Jim instantly puts up a mental barrier to protect himself, his eyes seem to hold less emotion and his face falls expressionless. The kid is unreadable.

Bones heart begins to ache, what has he done?

"Jim, I-I didn't mean it like that." Bones says, following him as he begins to step away.

"Get away from me." Jim snaps, shoving Bones away.

Bones can only watch as Jim leaves him alone on the side of the street.

"What have I done?" Bones whispers to himself, watching the blond as he slowly makes his way back home.

It's been a week; Bones hasn't seen Jim since that day. He's tried everything, he's looked all through Iowa, he's contacted Pike and he's searched every bar possible, with no luck. The kid hasn't left any messages or even signs of where he might be or who's he might be with. There's little the Doctor can do for him.

Bones is sitting outside, a soft summer's night breeze blowing through, ruffling his brown unclean hair. He's on campus, enjoying the break. Behind him is his dorm room with all of his stuff, including Jim's, the kid never even came back for his stuff.

"Mister-I mean Doctor McCoy!" A voice calls to him and Bones looks over his shoulder, it's Francis.

"Yes Francis?" Bones asks, getting to his feet to meet up with the young man.

"I've been meaning to talk to you for the past couple of days…" Francis starts, shuffling his feet.

Bones rolls his eyes, "Just spit it out kid, I ain't gonna bite."

"Well I saw Kirk a couple of days ago." Francis informs him and Bones immediately becomes more interested.

"Where?" He demands and Francis smiles anxiously.

"He's been with Finnegan lately." Francis replies and Bones' gaze turns into stone.

Bones' mouth gaped in disbelief, "Finnegan?"

"Yeah." Francis confirms and Bones rolls his eyes.

"Why is that?" He demands and Francis shrugs, "Not quite sure. Guess he had nowhere else to go."

"Thanks Francis." Bones replies and runs off, leaving Francis to stand there and stare after him.

Bones' heart pounds, why would Jim be with Finnegan? Finnegan hates Jim; the man beat the living shit out of him at every chance.

It takes him only a few minutes to reach Finnegan's dorm, which was Jim's old one. He enters the building and climbs the stairs to the top floor and heads straight for Finnegan's room. Bursting into the door, Bones scans the room and finds Finnegan sprawled out across the bed, a half dressed girl on top of him. They freeze when they realize Bones is staring at them.

"Uhh just a moment girly." Finnegan grins, letting the girl take the blanket to cover herself.

"Can I help you McCoy?" Finnegan asks, walking up to the Doctor, wearing a pair of boxers and a sweat drenched t-shirt.

"Yes, where's Jim?" Bones orders and Finnegan chuckles.

"Straight to the point ehh?" Finnegan smiles and pops his knuckles, "Why do you need my Jimmy-boy for?"

"Jim isn't a pet Finnegan," Bones growls, rolling his eyes, "Now where is he?"

"Woah, woah Doc, hold up there." Finnegan shouts as Bones tries to get past him.

"Alright, alright, I'll get him for you." Finnegan says, knowing that if Bones is pissed he'll easily pummel him into the ground.

Finnegan backs away and heads into the other room, "Jimmy your friend is here!"

"Bones…?" Comes the suspicious reply.

"What? Uhh sure, yeah Bones is here." Finnegan tells him.

Bones just stands there, by the doorway, giving the girl on the bed an awkward glance. Moments pass and the awkwardness burns into his mind.

"So…" He starts, but then Finnegan reenters the room with his arm wrapped around Jim's shoulders.

Jim looks small, his head down and his shoulders hunched over in defeat.

"Here's your idiot friend." Finnegan exclaims, throwing Jim forward, causing him to crash into Bones' arms.

Jim snags away immediately from the Doctor's touch and casts him a glare. Bones rolls his eyes and snatches Jim's arm tightly so the kid can't fight it and begins to guide him out of the room. Jim doesn't resist, either he's beginning to trust the Doctor again, or he figures there's no point in fighting. Bones has the feeling it isn't the first reason.

Bones keeps his grip tight as he leads him back home, steering him through the dark campus under the night sky. They make it inside and they climb the familiar steps together, making back inside their dorm room.

Once inside the dorm, Bones lets go of Jim and the kid simply plops onto the ground, completely defeated. Bones pauses and turns around. Slowly he kneels down beside his friend, looking into his face. Jim looks beaten, physically and mentally. Both eyes are bruised; his nose looks slightly crooked and there's still dried blood running out of his nostrils. His skin is pale and he looks like he hasn't eaten in days.

"Jim, I'm sorry…I'm so sorry." Bones murmurs softly and Jim meets his gaze.

For an instant, Bones tenses as he thinks Jim's about to punch him, but instead, the kid lurches forward, arms wrapping around Bones' neck.

Bones gasps, "Jim."

"Bones I'm sorry. I should've come home sooner." Jim mutters, his head buried into Bones' shoulder.

"Don't be sorry kid, I shouldn't have said those things to you, it wasn't right." Bones tells him, closing his eyes tightly.

Bones then pulls Jim to his feet with him and they begin to walk towards his room.

"Yeah well I shouldn't have been such an idiot, that girl totally drugged me with that purple drink." Jim laughs it off, climbing into bed with his best friend.

"Yeah well, you're my idiot." Bones replies and watches his friend chuckle.

"Night dad." Jim murmurs with a yawn.

Bones laughs, "Oh shut up."

Jim starts to giggle like a little school girl, but eventually his laughter dies down.

Bones glances over at Jim, he's sound asleep, gripping Bones' side tightly, "God you're like a puppy."

The Doctor tries to shift away, but Jim subconsciously grips tighter, "Damn it Jim, I'm a Doctor, not a pillow!" Bones growls, but the kid doesn't stir.

Bones just sighs; the kid can be a real pain sometimes, well all of the time. The kid does some crazy stupid stuff and somehow he just has to put up with it, but Bones wouldn't want it any other way. Jim is an idiot, but at least he's his idiot.