Meaningful Silences 4/?
Rated: PG-13. May go up later depending on the direction the story takes.
Pairing: K/S (Although nothing explicit.)
A.N.: Takes place before and during 'The Search For Spock', May be somewhat inaccurate due to my foggy memories of the movie, but this was just banging around in my head. This is my first attempt at Star Trek fiction so any feedback is appreciated. Enjoy.
This gets AU from here on out. Although I am not too sure where to take this fic. Oh well, onto the next part.
A Chat With McCoy
"So how are you really doing, Jimbo?" McCoy asked after he took a smaller sip of his drink.
"I'm fine Bones." Jim assured his friend.
"Come on, don't try to fool an old country doctor." McCoy snorted. "I'm not some ensign, Captain. How are you really?"
Kirk stared at Bones for a short moment before looking away almost sheepishly.
"How do you think I'm doing, Bones?" Jim asked in a soft voice that conveyed the depth of his pain. "I miss him."
"Me too." McCoy acknowledged ruefully. "But don't ever tell that green-blooded hobgoblin that I said so."
"When would I get the chance to?"
"You'll get the chance, Jimmy boy. Unless you've forgotten I've got the Vulcan in my head. A worse thing I could not tell ya. It's bad enough listening to him on the Enterprise." McCoy reminded Jim humorously. "Goddamned logic."
"I don't know." Jim murmured. "I just don't know."
"What don't you know?" McCoy asked, although he had a fairly good idea of what his Captain was talking about.
"Well… what if we're getting our hopes up for nothing?" Jim asked hoarsely. "I mean what if he's not down there at all?"
"He's down there Jim, I feel it right though to my crotchety old bones." The doctor asserted seriously, taking hold of Jim's hand from across the table. "I just wouldn't get your hopes on him being the same as before though."
"If he's alive that's all that matters."
"True, but who knows what he'll be like. The man was resurrected after all. He may not remember us, or he may be someone different altogether." McCoy mentioned gently. "I just don't want to get your hopes up unnecessarily."
"Damn it!" Cursed Kirk. "I hadn't thought of that."
"I didn't think you had."
"Well, if he's alive we can worry about the rest after we find him." Jim said in a conscience effort to push the horrifying possibilities from his mind.
"He's alive alright. After all it's not just me hearing voices in my head. Even Sarek had cause to believe it, and we both know that man is ruled even more so by logic than his son. " Assured McCoy. "Let's just hope he's still the Spock we know."
"Yeah, let's hope."
"Well, Jim I've heard you've taken to walking the ship at night." McCoy mentioned after a few minutes of quiet contemplation.
"I have always done that, Bones." Kirk said. "You know that."
"I do, but you've never done it when you're obviously bone tired and depressed."
"McCoy." Kirk growled.
"Jim." McCoy answered back just as annoyed. "You need to rest."
"I-"
"You won't do Spock any good when we find him if you are dead on your feet from exhaustion." McCoy continued relentlessly.
"I try to get to sleep." Jim answered sullenly. "Why do you think I'm up and about at all hours?"
"Well, it' a good thing I always come prepared for any eventuality then, isn't it?"
McCoy took a hypo spray out of his pants pocket and administered it to a protesting Kirk. Before Jim could do more than yawn he was already on his way to sleep. He vaguely felt his outer clothing being removed and being tucked gently into bed.
"Sleep well, Jim."
And he did just that.
Rated: PG-13. May go up later depending on the direction the story takes.
Pairing: K/S (Although nothing explicit.)
A.N.: Takes place before and during 'The Search For Spock', May be somewhat inaccurate due to my foggy memories of the movie, but this was just banging around in my head. This is my first attempt at Star Trek fiction so any feedback is appreciated. Enjoy.
This gets AU from here on out. Although I am not too sure where to take this fic. Oh well, onto the next part.
A Chat With McCoy
"So how are you really doing, Jimbo?" McCoy asked after he took a smaller sip of his drink.
"I'm fine Bones." Jim assured his friend.
"Come on, don't try to fool an old country doctor." McCoy snorted. "I'm not some ensign, Captain. How are you really?"
Kirk stared at Bones for a short moment before looking away almost sheepishly.
"How do you think I'm doing, Bones?" Jim asked in a soft voice that conveyed the depth of his pain. "I miss him."
"Me too." McCoy acknowledged ruefully. "But don't ever tell that green-blooded hobgoblin that I said so."
"When would I get the chance to?"
"You'll get the chance, Jimmy boy. Unless you've forgotten I've got the Vulcan in my head. A worse thing I could not tell ya. It's bad enough listening to him on the Enterprise." McCoy reminded Jim humorously. "Goddamned logic."
"I don't know." Jim murmured. "I just don't know."
"What don't you know?" McCoy asked, although he had a fairly good idea of what his Captain was talking about.
"Well… what if we're getting our hopes up for nothing?" Jim asked hoarsely. "I mean what if he's not down there at all?"
"He's down there Jim, I feel it right though to my crotchety old bones." The doctor asserted seriously, taking hold of Jim's hand from across the table. "I just wouldn't get your hopes on him being the same as before though."
"If he's alive that's all that matters."
"True, but who knows what he'll be like. The man was resurrected after all. He may not remember us, or he may be someone different altogether." McCoy mentioned gently. "I just don't want to get your hopes up unnecessarily."
"Damn it!" Cursed Kirk. "I hadn't thought of that."
"I didn't think you had."
"Well, if he's alive we can worry about the rest after we find him." Jim said in a conscience effort to push the horrifying possibilities from his mind.
"He's alive alright. After all it's not just me hearing voices in my head. Even Sarek had cause to believe it, and we both know that man is ruled even more so by logic than his son. " Assured McCoy. "Let's just hope he's still the Spock we know."
"Yeah, let's hope."
"Well, Jim I've heard you've taken to walking the ship at night." McCoy mentioned after a few minutes of quiet contemplation.
"I have always done that, Bones." Kirk said. "You know that."
"I do, but you've never done it when you're obviously bone tired and depressed."
"McCoy." Kirk growled.
"Jim." McCoy answered back just as annoyed. "You need to rest."
"I-"
"You won't do Spock any good when we find him if you are dead on your feet from exhaustion." McCoy continued relentlessly.
"I try to get to sleep." Jim answered sullenly. "Why do you think I'm up and about at all hours?"
"Well, it' a good thing I always come prepared for any eventuality then, isn't it?"
McCoy took a hypo spray out of his pants pocket and administered it to a protesting Kirk. Before Jim could do more than yawn he was already on his way to sleep. He vaguely felt his outer clothing being removed and being tucked gently into bed.
"Sleep well, Jim."
And he did just that.