Bit of a shorter chapter. Though I have the next one written up so maybe I'll upload it today. Hope you all like it. Bits of twists coming up, adventure. You name it.

Kiyli

Jim sighed as he held a glass of Bones favourite drink in his hand. Bourbon. Bones always drunk Bourbon until he was unable to taste the difference of whatever drink he was having. Then and only then Jim would get Bones onto shots and numerous types of cocktails.

"Well I know for a fact you don't drink bourbon"

Jim's head shot to his right at the sound of his best friend.

"I… Bones… Hey"

McCoy stared at the unusual actions of his best friend. Jim was certainly acting very odd.

"Want to talk about it kid?"

McCoy watched as his friend looked straight at the liquid moving in the glass he held. His eyes fixed on two ice cubes that moved on top of the brown alcohol.

"Today, quite a few years back. I lost a few good friends of mine."

Jim sighed to himself and handed the class to McCoy before waving down a barman and ordered another drink. McCoy seemed to observe Jim through the corner of his eyes as he took a sip of bourbon. The liquid burned in his throat as he swallowed.

"I think I could handle this year Bones, to move on and celebrate their passing each year in a way to give them the respect they deserve. Yet as soon as the day arrives each year, I turn into a total mess. I hate to know that I am alive, and they're not"

Jim turned to McCoy with years in his eyes. McCoy stretched out his left arm, placing a hand on Jims shoulder where he gave it a firm comforting squeeze.

"You are allowed to grieve for them kid. They must have been good friends to have you in tears Jim, but hear this. I'd be dammed if you weren't making them proud with what you have achieved so far. You're the captain for pity sake. You don't forget those that have fallen. You give them the respect that they deserve whether they are with us or not Jim."

Jim looked at his best friend and nodded silently as he thoughts of his old friends came to mind.

"Jim, I'll always be here for you. I will support you every step of the way and be at your side to help you respect and remember them"

McCoy smiled as Jim wiped away the odd tear that had escaped his eyes.

"Thanks Bones"

Jim smiled as McCoy gave him a reassuring shake on the shoulder, before raising his glass.

"A toast of respect, to your friends"

Jim brought his newly filled glass to McCoy's with a clang before they both downed their drinks.

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"Did you hear it's the 20th anniversary of Tarsus IV? Klong and I are going to celebrate the fallen executioner and his success"

Jim's head shot round to the voice of a humanoid sat behind him. Anger welled up through his body as he listened to the barbaric man drinking with his fellow comrades. McCoy must have seen Jim's expression and heart the humanoid as well. He instantly put a hand on Jim's shoulder as a sign of restraint.

"Ignore them Jim. They're just being stupid"

Jim turned to his best friend. If only Bones knew of his past, of his medical records that stated how he was tortured and went through hell because of Kodos. But he had hid his records to the point not even someone including admirals with high up access could get in to see them. It was something he hid since he joined Starfleet.

"Best part is we found a member of Kodos's team. He's going to help us kidnap around fifty star fleet cadets and a thousand civilians. We're going to strand them on an M class Planet that Starfleet hasn't monitored for fifty years then recreate the wonderful Tarsus IV scenario. He's currently working with thirty of my men kidnapping civilians from earth, and a few colony's for our recreation. We have at least 800 of them now. All with black poker chips thinking they're getting something special."

Jim was up and out of his chair before McCoy could restrain him to the barstool. In seconds Jim crossed the club to the table with three humanoids and an andorian bragging of their diabolical plans. McCoy was left astounded by Jim's irrational reactions and confusion of the poker chip quote but was quickly off his feet as soon as Jim's fist landed a punch in the boasting humanoids face. Yelling erupted in the club as the humanoids comrades jumped on Jim to protect their friend. Jim pushed all three off him and swung at the boasting humanoid again, hitting him hard in the face.

"You don't have a clue what Kodos was like! He doesn't deserve to be spoken like a hero!"

Jim spat at the floor after he took a punch from a comrades fist in the mouth. Turning he threw another punch and jumped onto the man knocking him to the floor. In seconds the others from the group joined in all picking on Jim. McCoy growled in frustration. He turned to the barman who just carried on cleaning a glass as he watched the fight. Other onlookers seemed to watch and laugh with amusement, even the security guards. Looking to the brawl, McCoy grabbed one of the men on top of Jim and yanked him off before shoving a fist into his gut. The andorian doubled over before McCoy gave him a kick in the chest and head. Jim yelled as the wind was knocked out of him with a kick to the chest. He was yanked up before launched at a table in the far corner. McCoy quickly slammed his fists into the backs of the necks of the two men who threw Jim. He yanked one of them backwards before upper cutting the other. He wasn't going to let anyone hurt his friend, even if he didn't like to fight. It was rare he would fight at all but he wouldn't take a stand for it. Looking to Jim, the boasting Humanoid had him by his throat pinned against a back door. Fury built up in McCoy as he watched Jim's face turn purple and all attempts to kick the humanoid away failed. McCoy rammed his way into the side of the humanoid tackling him to the floor. Leaving Jim sliding down the door. McCoy landed a punch in the man's chest before raising his arm to land a final punch in the man's face. Before his fist collided with Jim's nominated enemy of the night, a foot crashed into McCoy's chest forcing air out of his lungs and launching him into a sideways roll. Instantly McCoy knew he had a few cracked and bruised ribs by the sound emitted from the kick. Groaning he go onto his hands and knees, spitting a bit of blood whilst grasping his breath.

"Bones!"

Before McCoy could react two pairs of hands grabbed his torso and legs before taking a running pace. McCoy kicked at the men before looking forwards at the destination. SMASH. Glass shattered as the cool breeze collided with his body. McCoy felt the air brushing past him as he shot through a window of the club and collided with the floor with a nasty snap. A cry escaped his lips as his right leg took the force of his fall. He looked down straight away to see his leg deformed under his trousers. Pain washed through him before dulling slightly from the shock. McCoy looked up as one of the men was thrown through the window next to him, hitting his head on the hard pebbled floor. McCoy stared in disbelief at the limp body before looking up to see two men wrestling Jim out of the club. Gasping in pain McCoy tried to get up, leaning to his favoured leg. Jim was thrown to the floor before punches and kicks landed on him.

"Get off Kirk!"

Fury overthrew McCoy. He knew he could only move due to shock but he couldn't let Jim get pummelled to a grape. He pushed on his good leg and off the wall towards one of the attackers. He pushed the man to the floor before landing awkwardly causing him to cry out in pain. Jim jumped up to his best friends side to try help him but was grabbed by two pairs of hands holding him to the floor. McCoy looked up from lying face first on the floor to see two feet walking to a standstill in front of him.