Hello all, I am very sorry this has taken a while, including all of my fanfiction work. I've been going through a lot with a promotion at work, setting up author accounts for my novel and so on. I appreciate all the reviews as they kind of remind me i need to get on and do this as sometimes it goes over my head as well which doesn't help. So please do review as it will remind me, or even send me a message. The story starts to twist around here, and is a bit of hurt for Bones and Jim in the future. I hope you all enjoy though!
"Jim no!"
Bones tried to fight the force field around him. Each movement constricted it against his body more. Air was rapidly depleting around him leaving his brain trying to fight oxygen deprivation. In front Jim was clasping to the wall as two Klingons surrounded them. Screams emitted from the young captains mouth. Blood poured down the left side of his face, stab wounds to his legs arms, and stomach. Bones mind could know exactly what could be happening inside his best friends body, and that frightened him. His blue eyes, glazed with red.
"Bones"
Bones stared at Jim. The voice was his but not from him. His body raged at the force field and yelped when it got too tight around him. He gasped for air that never came. His eyes blurred and began to unfocused as Jim's screams filled the air around him, echoing.
"Bones wake up"
Jim. Bones watched as his body fell against the wall slumped and lifeless. JIM!
"Bones you better wake up or I swear I will jab you"
Bones shuddered as pain sheared through him. A mighty yell erupted from his throat. Pain and hurt rolled through his body as hands held him down.
"Bones I'm sorry! Bones look at me now"
Bones stared ahead of him. A face blocked his vision of his surroundings. Blinking he tried to focus off the blurred black spots.
"Bones you get your sorry ass to look at me now!"
Pain withered through him yet his mind urged him to look forwards. He recognised the voice, yet his eyes and mind couldn't work out who it was. Confusion rattled through him.
"Bones it's me Jim. Now you better tell me there's light inside of that brain of yours or I'll get your green blooded hobgoblin lover to wake you up with a kiss."
Hobgoblin? Green blooded hobgoblin… Spock. Jim, Spock, the enterprise. The enterprise!
Bones shot forwards as he looked to Jim ahead of him and clasped the man's shoulders. Hands held onto him and eased him back to a laying position.
"You dare get that hobgoblin to kiss me Jim and I will hypospray your arse every hour for a year"
"Easy easy Bones, it's good to have you back but you've taken a nasty beating. Relax, I'll get you some soup to eat"
Soup? Bones looked around him. It was a complete new world to him. It was as if he was in the Georgian forest by his home. He used to run and play until the sun began to set and he could smell his family famous soup. How much he loved his soup. Sniffing the air, a strange aroma filled his nostrils. Sighing to himself, Bones looked to the right. Jim was crouched down over a small bonfire. He held a stick over the fire with some kind of meat on it. Blinking rapidly, McCoy tried to focus but his vision quickly began to fade. He watched Jim walk over to a small boulder and took the meat off the stick and into the boulder somehow. Questions flew through his mind as confusion riddled his mind. Where had the meat gone from the boulder. Soon Jim grabbed a slightly bigger boulder. Slowly he tipped the boulder over the smaller one. Slowly liquid poured from the boulder. McCoy eyed the liquid as darkness surrounded him. He didn't dare to make any effort to fight it. It was calm, peaceful. Something within it drew him more.
Jim turned around with his hand calved bowl. He knew he was going to have to make use of his surroundings. They would need basic supplied, and basic ways to cook. Soup would help with the cold and slowly warm his friend up. Looking up to Bones he watched his best friend carefully. His chest rose slowly with a small hitch at the end, his eyes closed yet his face was scrunched up. Bones was obviously still in pain, but it was too soon to give him his next hypo of pain killers. His heart throbbed as he walked over to Bones and sat down by his side. He hated to see his best friend suffer, and here he was making him. If he was aboard the enterprise so much more could be done. Yet here, on a planet that had barely any decent materials, let alone probably little civilisation by what he's seen so far. All he could do was what he's been trained to do. Slowly Jim laid his hand under Bones's shoulder blades and brought him forwards to the hand calved boulder.
"Bones, drink this. It'll help you"
Jim let a couple drips drip into his friends mouth to make sure he would drink. When a gruff escaped the lips of his best friend and lips surrounded the bowl, Jim began to tilt it and help his friend with drinking the food.
Slowly Bones drunk all of the soup and gently was rested back on the ground. Instantly Jim began to take off his top and jacket. He would rather his friend would be comfortable than him being warm. Slowly he folded his top and jacket together creating a false pillow. It wouldn't do much, but at least it would be something. Sliding his hand under Bones's head. Jim brought it forwards enough to slide the false pillow underneath. Resting his friends head onto the pillow. Jim sighed as a chill shot through his body. He would need to find somewhere warmer for them. If they stayed in the open of the night for too long, they both will freeze from the cold. Even though Jim knew he was more use to the cold due to his past, it still had been a long time since then. Frowning to himself, Jim knew he was going to have to go searching for a new location. A cave would serve best, and he could keep Bones much warmer within one. But that means he would have to leave his best friend on his own whilst he goes out and searches. Sighing Jim looked to Bones before walking over to the fire to pour himself a soup. He would make the decision whilst eating some meat soup.