A Star Trek Fiction

"The ultimate duo, the mighty Bones and Jim. With Bones' skills, and Jim's unpredictability, the two are unstoppable, for better or worse."

Secretly a Child at Heart

5xs Jim was Careless & 5xs Jim Cared too Much

Story 3: Storm

The blond's clothes get tattered with rain, the cold water seeping into the fabric and chilling his bones. He doesn't mind it though, he's actually enjoying it. Jim gazes up, taking in the wonders up above him. Swirls of dark clouds are gathering overhead, forming a massive storm flashing with dangerous lightening.

He just smiles as the first strike hits and the thunder roars with a loud a clap. His grin widens with each passing lightening strike. Jim loves watching the night sky light up with the bright flashes of light, only to fade back into darkness.

But the rains get colder and eventually he's sitting there shivering with his lips turning blue and his teeth chattering. It's two in the morning and Bones still hasn't retrieved him to go back to the dorm. He knows he's being stupid and idiotic but he can't help but wonder, if maybe, just maybe, he'll ever end up there beside the stars, gleaming alongside them in their brilliance.

Jim adjusts himself on the campus bench, keeping his gaze upwards at the sky as the storm thickens up above. By now his issued regulation red uniform is drenched and his body temperature has dropped dramatically. The blond is losing feeling in his limbs and face, and the shivers are turning into tremors.

When he sneezes loudly, causing his head to jolt, he realizes how apathetic he is being currently. Because here he is, underneath the full weight of the storm, raining soaking every inch of his body and lightening threatening to strike down onto his head and he still hasn't moved.

With another sneeze, Jim gathers to his feet, sliding a numb hand through his ragged blond hair. Jim slowly treks through the dark night, stumbling over his cold feet every couple of steps. He eventually makes it to his dorm and he travels up the stairs and to his room. The blond reaches for the doorknob only to find the door locked.

He rolls his eyes and fumbles around until he can get his frozen fingers to cooperate and punch in the correct code to the door. Jim stumbles inside and throws off his clothes, too drained to even take a hot shower. The blond gathers his wet clothes and wads them into a ball, tossing them off to the side by his desk. He slips on a clean pair of boxers and crashes into bed with a comforted sigh.

Closing his eyes, he brings the blanket up to his chin, his body trembling terribly. Jim falls asleep gradually, only a sneeze every now and again keeping his bloodshot eyes from closing.

Bones wakes up to a loud sneeze that seems to shake the dorm walls more than the raging storm outside. Usually this is the time to yell 'shut the hell up Jim' and roll over, but the sneeze is followed by more sneezing and coughing between fits. The Doctor rolls his eyes, what has the kid done this time?

With a groan he swings his legs onto the ground, ignoring his alarm which is about to go off in an hour. The brunette grumbles the whole way there, rubbing his exhausted brown eyes until he can actually see clearly. He pushes Jim's door open and stands in the doorway momentarily, taking in the ridicules scene.

Jim is sitting upright, clutching his blanket tightly at his lap. His whole body tenses up and he releases another shocking sneeze and once his body eases, his body shivers and he's hit with a fit of coughs. Bones rolls his eyes and comes to the blond's side, placing a hand on the shivering man's forehead.

"You're frozen kid." Bones exclaims, feeling the rest of Jim's face to confirm his thought.

The Doctor then puts his hand in the blond's matted hair, its damp still and smells like rainwater. His gaze instantly narrows and judgment immediately ensues.

"Damn it Jim, what were you doing outside?" He demands, fetching a med kit (which he now keeps one in Jim's room, for multiple reasons) and sits down beside the kid.

Jim lets out a sneeze and sniffles up some mucus, "It was too beautiful to pass by."

"What exactly about the storm was too pretty to 'pass by'?" Bones questions, pressing a much needed hypo into the reckless blond's neck.

Jim just cringes but answers the question nonetheless, "It isn't just the storm Bones, it's what's above the storm."