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 8: The Biggest Moron
Summer's coming to an end and school is around the corner, Jim's getting very twitchy. Not only does he flinch at every sudden movement or fast moving shadow, he literally will sit down outside for hours, staring up at the sky.
Every time Bones has confronted him about it, Jim shrugs it off and changes the subject so quickly Bones has no idea what's going on. And that's not it, there's more. During this time of year, as Bones will find out soon enough, Jim tends to do things that he usually wouldn't do it all just because he feels like he must because his break is coming to an end.
A good example of this behavior happened during a summer night. The air was abnormally warm and Jim was having a hard time sleeping. The kid keeps rolling over, kicking off his sheets, flipping his pillow around, and even trying to sleep sideways and hanging off of the edge of the bed, but with no luck.
Jim is bored, extremely bored, he feels slightly pressured. He hasn't done anything amazing this summer and it's already coming to an end, very quickly.
He fidgets as he sits up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. His fingers begin to drum against the mattress, anxious to do something crazy.
He's so wound up, that even having sex at this ungodly hour isn't going to unwind him. No he needs something exciting, something new. His teeth grind as he thinks, fingers still drumming steadily against the bed.
Jim needs something to do. He could wake the Doctor. Nahh, Bones would kill him. He could go out drinking, but he will probably get into a fight and he can't be doing any of that right before the school year.
He sighs, swinging his legs onto the ground and tapping his toes against the floor.
Something to do, something to do…
Muttering complaints, Jim gathers to his feet and dresses quickly, throwing on a shirt, pants, and some socks and shoes.
Walks out his room and shuts the door behind himself quietly, casting Bones' room a weary glance before heading for the front door. But he pauses halfway there, he turns around and runs into the kitchen, tearing through the pantry until he successfully finds the popcorn.
He sticks the bag into the microwave and pops it and runs out the door with it while it's still hot.
Jim runs through the hall, making sure he closed the front door before sprinting down the stairs and out the building doors. Once outside the young man releases a mighty breath, staring up at the gleaming stars.
Satisfied, Jim opens the back and sits down crossed legged on the concrete floor, gazing happily up at the night sky.
It's so beautiful, the stars, the sky, the blackness between, all of it. It is perfect.
Jim feels a longing to be up there, he was born there and he wishes to live there as well. He is meant to be up there, flying through the stardust, past blooming planets and twinkling stars.
His heart aches, he feels like a child once again, fascinated by bedtime stories and the tales of mighty explorers. He wants to be one of those stories, he wants to become a legend roaming amongst the stars.
Jim sighs; he wants to be higher up, to get a better view of the sky. He looks behind himself, he could always go on the top of his dorm building, but there's one problem, the door to the roof is locked and has alarms set up.
He ponders the thought momentarily, but then decides he'll just have to scale the building instead. Seriously, what could go wrong with that?
Happy with his decision, the rambunctious man trots along until reaching the foot of the building. He looks up, admiring the starlight reflecting off of each window.
Time to get to work.
Grabbing the windowsill, Jim hoists himself up, and slowly he works his way up, using each window to get higher and higher. Thank god that they made the dorms the traditional way, using classical brick instead of the new steel exteriors. The campus wasn't going to pay extra to remodel anything.
Jim scales the building easily, barely breaking a sweat.
Once on top, he grins ear to ear, staring straight up at the sky. A shaky breath escapes him and a thought strikes him. Slightly disappointed Jim realizes he left his popcorn on the ground.
What a shame. Oh well, he can live with that.
Feeling at ease, Jim lies down flat on his back, staring up at the sky until the blackness turns into blue, and the blue turns to orange with the morning sunrise. He's caught in a daze, watching the stars fade and the new morning light reach above the skyline. It is truly magnificent.
Jim smiles and sits up, feeling the tiredness get to him. He breathes in the morning air and stands up, his knees a bit wobbly but he manages. The reckless man stares over the edge, deciding how he will get down.
The closest window will be quite hard to reach, he'll have to dangle himself over the edge and reach down for it. Something that Bones will probably not approve of.
With a huff, Jim continues forth with his plan. Grabbing the lip of the building, he shakily lowers himself down, his gut twisting as his feet barely touch the window. He'll have to let go or he'll have to hang on with one hand to grab the frame.
His heart pounds, he slowly takes his right hand off of the building and reaches for the frame. Once he firmly has it within his grasp, he lets go of the top and from that moment, Jim slips and barely catches himself. His fingers drag against the building surface until he hits the window which he desperately grips onto for dear life.
Panting Jim glances down; if he falls from this height he'll surely break his legs.
His arms quiver as he adjusts himself, he'll have to let go and hopefully he'll hit the next window. That will just be the easiest.
Jim wills himself to let go again and for a split second he's free falling, gravity pulling him down to earth until he smacks down onto the next sill. He grabs on, arms and face scraped up and bloody, he has to find another way down, at this rate he'll have no skin left.
Maybe he could break a window? Probably wouldn't be the wisest, but it would be safer.
Jim contemplates the idea, but ultimately decides not to; he'll surely get into trouble and could get sued for breaking private property.
Grinding his teeth, his arms begin to shake again, his muscles becoming weary.
He has to keep moving or he will fall to his death. With a grunt, Jim lowers himself with one arm and grips onto the frame. Braving himself, Jim lets go of the window above and quickly snatches the frame and slowly eases his body down with his core.
He sighs; this is going to take awhile.
Jim continues this, every now and again slipping and barely catching himself, gathering new bumps and bruises with each window.
The sun is climbing the sky when he only has five more windows to go, he's making good process but his muscles are tiring out.
"James Tiberius Kirk!" A voice shouts as he's halfway through lowering himself.
Startled, Jim slips and slides against the building surface until he hits the windowsill. With an 'oof!' Jim manages to grip onto it, his ribs feeling slightly bruised.
Shakily Jim takes a glance behind himself, its Bones, standing hands on hips, a scowl on his face.
"What the hell are you doing up there?" Bones snarls, walking to the building underneath Jim's dangling legs.
"Uhh, really, right now Bones?" Jim stutters, grinding his teeth as he lowers himself to the next window.
Bones can only watch in frozen horror as Jim barely manages to get himself down to the next window. Just seeing Jim struggle makes his gut twist into a tight ball. It's scaring the crap out of him.
"Just hurry up and get down from there." Bones grumbles, but deep down he's afraid for Jim.
"Yeah-yeah I know." Jim replies, reaching for the second to last window only to miss his hold and fall down on top of Bones.
Bones' life literally flashed before his eyes, because the only person he cares about just falls on top of him, smashing him down into the earth floor.
"Damn it Jim, I'm a Doctor, not a trampoline!" Bones snaps and pushes the moaning body off of himself.
Giving a flustered growl, Bones gets to his feet and stands over his groaning roommate. Jim just gives a lopsided grin, blood drooling down from the corner of his lips.
"You reckless bastard! Are you out of your corn-fed mind? You could have died!" Bones shouts, clenching his fists in rage.
Jim just laughs full-heartedly, a big smile on his scraped up, bruised face.
Bones shakes his head, "Alright, let's get your concussed ass back inside."
"C'mon." Bones tells him, scooping up his arm and hoisting him to his feet.
"You look terrible by the way." Bones grumbles and Jim just chuckles more.
"Yup, definitely a concussion." Bones agrees to himself and walks Jim inside the dorm building.
The Doctor leads his friend up the stairs and to their room, closing the door with a loud slam.
"You're sleeping on the couch today. I want you where I can see you." Bones informs him, sitting him down on the worn cushions, Jim just nods, he's tired anyways.
"What were you doing up there anyways?" Bones questions, laying Jim down and starting to treat all the scrapes and bruises.
"I uhh, I wanted to get closer to the stars…they were so pretty…" Jim says, drifting off into a slumber upon the couch.
Bones shakes his head and stares fondly at his only friend, "Unbelievable. James T. Kirk I am truly sorry to inform you, but you are truly, the biggest moron."
