Meaningful Silences 7/?
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. By the way if anyone has any ideas for where I should take this fic it ill be appreciated. I was thinking of having them go on a leave together in a couple of chapters. Love it? Hate it? Anyway…
Sorry for the delay in updating. I had a bit of writers block. Ah well… Here it is.
On Vulcan
The Enterprise arrived at Vulcan four days later at 0300 EST. McCoy had been speaking to as many Vulcan healers as he could get a hold of in an attempt to find a course of action to bring the Vulcan out of his coma.
The healers were all in agreement that the only way to have a chance at doing so would be to remove Spock's essence from McCoy and hopefully Spock's body would rejoin it with his mind. Although this procedure had never been tried before it was theoretically possible, but with human physiology to consider as well it was very dangerous.
In fact it was so experimental that Leonard hadn't even mentioned it to his distraught captain as of yet. He watched through the glass window of his office as his captain gently stroked his 'friend's' hand, while he himself looked exhausted.
To the casual observer it looked as if McCoy was deeply immersed in a pile of paperwork as high as his elbow, but in reality he hadn't gotten much work done since he had spoken to the healers on Vulcan. He continued to stare covertly at his two best friends wondering if he would have the opportunity to tease them about their stubbornness again once this trip was over.
McCoy may have been acting impervious to the stresses of the last few weeks after he had processed the Vulcan in his head, but he was actually scared down to his molecules that something would happen while those emotionless bastards were rummaging around in his mind. He would never tell the man this to his face, but the only being McCoy could conceivably feel comfortable with in his head was Spock.
Even so he was willing to allow the healers free access to his most private thoughts and feelings if it would get Spock back where he belonged, at Kirk and his side, flying through the galaxy with best crew Starfleet had ever had.
Granted he and Spock had been trying to convince Kirk to come out of retirement before this tragedy happened with no luck, but somehow McCoy thought this little reminder of all of their mortality would be enough of a boot in the ass for even the most stubborn-minded, namely James T. Kirk. Now all Spock had to do was grab his life with both hands and drag himself back. McCoy refused to think that the procedure that they would be trying in a few hours wouldn't work, and for that he cursed himself as an idealistic old fool letting his emotions get the better of him once again.
Sighing in exasperation at his troubled mind and his uncompleted work still waiting for him, McCoy pushed his chair back from his desk and stiffly made his way out into Sickbay. He walked slowly towards Kirk who had fallen asleep while Leonard was woolgathering in his office. McCoy almost turned back around again convincing himself it would be a shame to wake Kirk especially now that he had finally managed to get some sleep. Just as he was about to make his way back to his office and relative seclusion, Kirk's eyes fluttered open questioningly.
"Did you need something, Bones?" He asked in a voice gravely from lack of use.
"I wanted to brief you on the procedure the healer's will use once we get to Vulcan, Jim." McCoy answered hesitantly, not looking forward to telling his friend of the possibility of him loosing both his beloved and his dear friend at the same time. "But you need rest, so it can wait."
McCoy hurriedly turned around hoping that Jim would take his explanation at face-value and let him retreat. Kirk had always had a canny way of reading Bones, this time was no different unfortunately. Before he could get more than a few feet away, Kirk stopped him with a restraining hand on his arm.
"What's going on, Bones?" Kirk asked softly. His eyes showing the depth of his concern as he gazed into his friends eyes. He only then noticed the fear McCoy was trying so desperately to hide, along with the determination. "Is everything alright?"
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. By the way if anyone has any ideas for where I should take this fic it ill be appreciated. I was thinking of having them go on a leave together in a couple of chapters. Love it? Hate it? Anyway…
Sorry for the delay in updating. I had a bit of writers block. Ah well… Here it is.
On Vulcan
The Enterprise arrived at Vulcan four days later at 0300 EST. McCoy had been speaking to as many Vulcan healers as he could get a hold of in an attempt to find a course of action to bring the Vulcan out of his coma.
The healers were all in agreement that the only way to have a chance at doing so would be to remove Spock's essence from McCoy and hopefully Spock's body would rejoin it with his mind. Although this procedure had never been tried before it was theoretically possible, but with human physiology to consider as well it was very dangerous.
In fact it was so experimental that Leonard hadn't even mentioned it to his distraught captain as of yet. He watched through the glass window of his office as his captain gently stroked his 'friend's' hand, while he himself looked exhausted.
To the casual observer it looked as if McCoy was deeply immersed in a pile of paperwork as high as his elbow, but in reality he hadn't gotten much work done since he had spoken to the healers on Vulcan. He continued to stare covertly at his two best friends wondering if he would have the opportunity to tease them about their stubbornness again once this trip was over.
McCoy may have been acting impervious to the stresses of the last few weeks after he had processed the Vulcan in his head, but he was actually scared down to his molecules that something would happen while those emotionless bastards were rummaging around in his mind. He would never tell the man this to his face, but the only being McCoy could conceivably feel comfortable with in his head was Spock.
Even so he was willing to allow the healers free access to his most private thoughts and feelings if it would get Spock back where he belonged, at Kirk and his side, flying through the galaxy with best crew Starfleet had ever had.
Granted he and Spock had been trying to convince Kirk to come out of retirement before this tragedy happened with no luck, but somehow McCoy thought this little reminder of all of their mortality would be enough of a boot in the ass for even the most stubborn-minded, namely James T. Kirk. Now all Spock had to do was grab his life with both hands and drag himself back. McCoy refused to think that the procedure that they would be trying in a few hours wouldn't work, and for that he cursed himself as an idealistic old fool letting his emotions get the better of him once again.
Sighing in exasperation at his troubled mind and his uncompleted work still waiting for him, McCoy pushed his chair back from his desk and stiffly made his way out into Sickbay. He walked slowly towards Kirk who had fallen asleep while Leonard was woolgathering in his office. McCoy almost turned back around again convincing himself it would be a shame to wake Kirk especially now that he had finally managed to get some sleep. Just as he was about to make his way back to his office and relative seclusion, Kirk's eyes fluttered open questioningly.
"Did you need something, Bones?" He asked in a voice gravely from lack of use.
"I wanted to brief you on the procedure the healer's will use once we get to Vulcan, Jim." McCoy answered hesitantly, not looking forward to telling his friend of the possibility of him loosing both his beloved and his dear friend at the same time. "But you need rest, so it can wait."
McCoy hurriedly turned around hoping that Jim would take his explanation at face-value and let him retreat. Kirk had always had a canny way of reading Bones, this time was no different unfortunately. Before he could get more than a few feet away, Kirk stopped him with a restraining hand on his arm.
"What's going on, Bones?" Kirk asked softly. His eyes showing the depth of his concern as he gazed into his friends eyes. He only then noticed the fear McCoy was trying so desperately to hide, along with the determination. "Is everything alright?"