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To Many: 7: Counting Waves

By: Wolfa Moon

DIS: Love this story. Love thee Bones. Love Thee Kirk. All in fun.

SUM: Empathic! McCoy

SONG: Counting Waves: Sarah Fimm

TM: CW

Sitting on the shore. Watching the storms bounce and collide off one another. Not daring to touch any. For my shoreline is finally calm. After so much I just want to relax. It needed one hell of a clean up. But that could wait. But one storm approaches. My reef isn't there to protect me but this storm is a drizzle compared to others on the open ocean. This one I'll let me cool me off. Feeling it touch my shores. Touch my neck. Let it soak in before I look up into the rain.

"Doctor."

"Spock." We greet.

"You need to rest."

"I will." Rubbing my well worked hands over my tired eyes.

"I mean your talent." Looking up at him, "I can feel you out there."

"Sorry, never realized I was so loud." I was practically a mute back on earth.

"You aren't trained with Vulcan methods but betazoid." I shack my head.

"No just my own, method." He nods as if taking I learned to balance on my own. Surprise.

"I wish to assist you in helping 'tone it down'. To deal with Vulcan's in the area."

"I'm pretty good at letting which storms close."

"Storm?"

"Imagery." I answer to what I use to view them, and calm them in my head. "Coastlines touching the shoreline. Me the shoreline." He nods in understanding.

"Fascinating." Now here comes my barrier. His emotions pouring in huge drops but controlled near me. But picks up a little at the new acquaintance.

"Spock," he acknowledges. "Bones," he steps up onto the left side of me. Realizing now I was boxed in on both sides. Jim lays a hand on me. Welcoming the touch. Both waves. A relaxing bob. Bending my head forward I accept. "Bones, you okay?" I snort.

"Long day." He smiles. Feeling it.

"Understatement." Squeezing my neck. Working the muscle.

"Don't stop." He laughs and moves to behind me. Spock hand trails down my arm. Still holding onto me like a tether. Keeping him grounded. Accepting all he throws at me on that end he hides. Accepting it. I groan as Jim works out the knots. "Marry me."

"And disappoint all those lovely ladies in the universe who have yet to experience James T Kirk."

"Gods forbid." We laugh at the old argument. Spock squeezing my wrist. Picking up my hand. I curl my hand and stretch it out. He rubs his fingers along mine.

"Kissing is different with humans." Jim says. I just want to melt. It feels good.

"Feels nice." I let the shore crumble away. I am the waves again. Rippling with pleasure, contentment. Everyone here safe. Everyone at home safe.

"I am merely relaxing his katra."

"And kissing him." The waves around me begin to ripple more. No, no.

"Jim, desist this argument." The shock stunned Jim tightened his hands. Spock was helping. And Jim began to feel unsure. I radiate back calmness, acceptance. Some tricks I am good at. Especially with my best friend.

"Sorry Bones." I can only bob with the waves. Spock continues to play with my hand. Beginning to slump. Feeling how tired I am. When did that happen? We all had been running on coffee and stimulants. Did anyone sleep? It was still Thursday right?

"It is Sunday, doctor?" I look up to him. His eye quirks and looks to his hands. Touch telepaths. I've been up so long. "You have doctor. I suggest you rest."

"What's going on?" Soothing hands begin to make circles along my overworked shoulder muscles.

"The doctor has had no relief since this started."

"I'm the chief medical officer on board. The only superior physician. Everyone else is dead." Jim leans his head into my hair. Feeling him breath me in. If I hadn't brought him on board. Chased him all over the ship and to the bridge. I would be lost as well. It would hurt possibly destroy the kid if I die. I know I am no great prize. But I never want to hurt him like that, again. Even with my death. He kisses my head. "Jim?"

"I'm fine." I feel the lose, separation. Completion, friendship. That hole filled. "Nearly lost you." Wrapping an arm around him I let him mold into my exhausted body. Letting him know, feel I am still here.

"I'm here." Almost lost you too. I feel the drizzle of Spock begin to get heavier and pull away. But I grab his hand. Letting him know he belongs here. He's welcomed. And he stays. Grabbing my hand back. Then the wave hits and I bend forward at the crushing weight. Escalating over my calm waves. So much pain. Seizing up I collapse over the desk. Both going with me. But also pulling me back.

"Pike is awake." I inform them. But they don't immediately go. They cling onto me. Supporting. "Jim, I..." need to check on him."

"You will, then rest."

"You too. Both of you." I get nods and reassurance. Squeezes for emphasis. Sleep is good.

TM: CW

Waking up I feel a hand caressing mine. The slow movements up and down along each finger. The palm rubbed in deep circles. Just like one of the huge storms that skim mine on occasion. This one though was holding back his storm. Making motions of his storm inside of him on my palm. I let him motion. Let him center himself. Whoever thought a hobgoblin would find solace in me. I let him move down the fingers again.

The main storm, my reef, laying beside me in the inadequate bed in the CMO quarters. Since I am that now. They are mine. Jim being the acting captain. And never really suppose to be here. But he is here. In the very place he belongs. His arms wrapped tightly around me. Grounding me. Securing me down from all the turbulence storming around me. Us all.

Relaxing into the sensual waves from the Vulcan I fell my fingers dance with his. I knew about Ny and him. But why is he here and not with her.

"Doctor," he softly whispers. My eyes open. He is a sillouet in the dark room.

"Yeah Spock." He takes my hand in his.

"I wish to grieve." Nodding in understanding. He is Vulcan. Emotion in full control. But with me he can let down his barriers and let himself storm to his hearts content. I really don't know what I am getting myself into. But I am a physician. Hippocratic Oath and all.

"Go ahead and grieve Spock. I won't tell a soul." He nods in the dark. One hand grips my hand tight. The other moving to my face. Running his fingers through my hair. Letting him soak in.

My beach still has debris all along it. Waiting for him to grieve. I watch the waves. Counting them as they begin to come up higher. They take away the debris. I know it is not I. I look along the beach and find a figure there. I have never seen another walk along it. Unless you believe the old poem about being carried. Well I wasn't being carried. Cause the form was coming toward me. Picking up debris as he comes toward me. I watch the waves lick at a piece of driftwood. I nudge it back into the water. It floats away from me. Looking to the figure he is closer and I can make him out. He has a good bundle under his arm. Moving toward him as well. Accepting the man. I fill a hole in the sand with some close by. Dig a hole, fill it up. I watch the waves again. He will come to me.

"Hello Doctor." I smile. We are inside who cares head. Probably mine since this is my beach.

"I think you can call me Leonard or McCoy now." He grunts in acknowledgement. Turning to him I see the pile under his arms. It is a heavy load he bears. Putting out my arms I try and anticipate the load. He hands me only one at first. A small piece of driftwood. A feeling of rage along it. I throw it into the waves. He goes to give me another solitary. His Vulcan mind organizing them out for me. I don't like to wait. I like to storm right in like the ones around me. "Just give me them all Spock." His eyes look burdened more that the wood he carries upon him.

"I believe it will be to much."

"I am a doctor Spock. And besides you're here. That means a big one is lifted already." He looks cautiously at his burden. He grabs a good few and hands them to me. My knees buckle as the emotions ripe at me. Damn. No wonder he didn't give them all at once. But I really want to sleep. I want him to rest, peacefully. I take them in and drop them. The waves lapping around my legs. Just at ankle height. He reaches for more. Eyeing him I tell him to give it to me. "Spock, please." For he is crumbling under the weight as well. The sooner this is done. The sooner he will rise. Conceding to my will he moves the burden to in front of him and hands them to me. Rage, Fear, Sadness, lonliness burst along my senses. The water rises around us. Bending my head I feel the ripple. My body shacking at the slight onslaught. Not to bad for a Vulcan. He must have expressed some in the past. Good boy. Letting them drop into the rising tide I look to the last piece in his arms. It is a good hunk of wood. The wood though looks to be covered in a moss. A fine sheen of green. Holding out my arms he is reluctant to let it go. A prize among the debri. It is a fine piece of wood. Rare among the woods I know in memory. Holding out my arms. He stares into my eyes and hands it over.

Greif, love, joy, warmness.

The feelings spike through my senses. I crumble into the lashing waves. Holding the wood tightly to my chest. The wood isn't wood. It is his mother. He is kneeling before me now. Hands on the wood. Accepting some of the emotions back. Good Vulcan. I place a hand over his. My water rinses off the others. Cleaning the piece of wood in front of me. The moss getting washed away by the waves. A truly rare and special piece of wood. This one is a keeper. The emotions of every mother in it. I hand her back to him. Looking into his eyes I watch him pull it close. His eyes brimming with wetness. He wishes to grieve. Letting the rinsing waters recede I pull him close to me. Letting the love she is in the piece envelope us both. So strong. The wood melds into air. Inhaling her in. forever keeping her close. He wraps his arms around me. Accepting him. Letting him grieve.

TM: CW

The next morning I wake with Jim snuggled on my right and a Vulcan nestled on my chest. A nice warm blanket. His one hand griping mine. The other still in my hair. Jim has a hand on Spock's back. The other gripping my other hand. Jim looks into my alert eyes. Smiling at the welcomed addition.

No longer a duo.

Three musketeers.

He leans up and kisses me. Then kisses Spock's head. Smiling at him. I feel warmth. Radiating the emotion. Spock snuggles closer. Accepting us. Accepting his mother.

Nuzzling his hand that resides in my hair I look to the ceiling.

These beds are too damn small for three people.