I have you guys spoilt with these updates!
Thank you SO FRICKING MUCH to everyone who reviewed my last few chapters and answered the questions asked.
As for the Jim knowing Spones thing?
I've decided to combine what everyone said, and has Jim flirt outrageously with both Spock and Bones for a while, and then him being a pouting child when he realises they're dating, before going back to flirting once more cause it's harmless right? (Until one day it isn't *wink wink*)
Thoughts?
Rachel :D
PS. I'm going by cannon date of births here, so Jim is the youngest, Spock is three years older than him, and Bones is three years older than Spock!
Chapter 7
Doctor Leonard H. McCoy was a having a terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad day.
It started the second he woke up, only to find his favourite coffee had run out. Then, while getting dressed, he realised he had forgotten to do his laundry this week and so, had no doctor's scrubs to wear. Once he reached the Academy's infirmary, it was to find that not only was literally every other nurse off sick, but that same sickness was called the vomiting bug. And it looked like half the school had caught it. And so, having spent his morning getting thrown up on, he finally went back to his rooms to change, only to get accosted by Montgomery bloody Scott, and told that there was a new kid after joining the Academy and that he, said Doctor Leonard H. McCoy was therefore required to not only do the standard physical, but also to stitch the brat up because he had decided to get into a fight and was bleeding and shit. And so, by now, despite the fact that it wasn't even lunch time yet, he was waiting in the infirmary for some stranger who he hadn't even known existed before today, appear for his check-up.
Just fucking great.
Jim cautiously pushed open the door to the Academy's hospital, and stepped in.
Pike had only just finished explaining that yes, this is a school and therefore you are expected to follow rules and attend classes, and now, it seemed that a physical was required.
What they hoped to gain from that, Jim didn't know, but he was pretty sure he had bruised a rib in the championship match and so, surprisingly, he wasn't going to complain.
"James Kirk?"
"Jim" He automatically corrected before even turning around, but once he did, oh my fucking god he's hot!
In front of him stood a young man, not much older than he was, with dark spiked hair and stubble. He had a jaw line that could cut diamonds and his eyes were the colour of ice. It also didn't help that he looked like a rockstar, with a grey v-neck shirt, dark green leather jacket and skin tight black jeans. The accessory that completed the look, was the man's scowl, and Jim found he couldn't help but grin at the ruggedly handsome man in front of him.
"You're the doctor?"
"Is that a quip against my appearance, kid?"
He smirked and looked him up and down appreciatively, "Oh believe me, doc, your appearance is damn fine... It's your age I'm wondering about. You're like, what, twenty?"
"Twenty-three" He corrected, before pointing at the raised bed next to him, "Sit. Now".
Grinning, the blonde happily did as told, already foreseeing the numerous 'accidents' he would getting into in the near future.
"I'm Jim. Jim Kirk" He said.
The man continued to stare down at the clipboard in his hands, "I know".
The boy waited for another response, but didn't get any.
He frowned, "... This is usually the part where you introduce yourself as well".
"I know that too" He quipped, the corner of his mouth twitching up at the side, and Jim internally cheered for the small victory.
It also helped that the back of his head was happily informing him that the doctor was amused.
"Alright then" He replied, "If you're not going to give me your name, then I'll just have to name you myself".
"I'm not a dog, kid".
"And I'm not a kid, Bones".
This made the man pause.
Jim grinned cheekily as the ice blue eyes finally lifted off the clipboard and latched onto his own.
"... Bones?"
"That's your name now" He replied seriously, and the doctor frowned, "Bones? It's not very... imaginative".
"Well you put me on the spot!" Jim said, "I can think about it tonight, if you like, and get back to you tomorrow about a better name".
Bones stared at him for a minute, "... And if I tell you my actual name?"
"Nope. Too late. You had the chance. You're Bones now".
"... My name is Leonard. Leonard McCoy".
The blonde made a face, "Leonard? Your name is Leonard?! You don't look like a Leonard".
The man smirked, "So tell me, what do I look like?"
He blinked, "Like a Bones".
The doctor let out a low chuckle that did things to Jim's stomach that had nothing to do with the bruised ribs.
Placing the clipboard on the bed next to the boy, Bones turned to face him fully, "Alright kid, whatever makes you happy".
"You know what'd make me even more happy?" He asked innocently.
"What's that?"
"For you to stop calling me kid. I'm not twelve, you know".
Bones smirked once more, "You're still underaged, though. That makes you a kid in the adult's world".
He glared at him, and the doctor couldn't help but smile at the sight, "Oh please, you're only six years older than me!"
"Which makes you a kid" He finished, reaching for the clipboard once more, "Now come on, are we getting this physical done or what?"
Jim grinned a salacious smile, "Well that depends entirely on what type of physical you're talking about, Doc".
McCoy glanced over at him and couldn't help but smirk as he shook his head, "I take it you're a regular troublemaker, then?"
"Only the best for you, Bonsey".
He didn't even dignify that nickname with a response.
Going over to his stack of shelves, he crouched down and began routing for the required items, Jim unabashedly ogling his ass from behind.
"Scotty said you got in a fight" Bones started, pulling out a selection of injections and antiseptic, "You hurt?"
"A bruised rib or two, split lip, black eye, nothing too serious".
He slowly nodded, straightening up and walking back over to the boy, holding up both hands once he reached him.
He was completely unprepared for the blonde to scramble back and literally fall off the other side of the bed.
"Woah, woah, woah, man, what the fuck are you doing?!"
McCoy stared at him, hands still held out in shock, "... Checking for internal injuries".
"With your hands?!" Jim exclaimed, scrambling to his feet.
"With my hands" He agreed, slowly lowering them, "That's what I do. I can... heal things, for lack of a better word".
"No".
Bones blinked, getting more and more confused by the second, "... Excuse me?"
"No. No you can't- I won't- You don't-"
"Kid!" He snapped, immediately switching into doctor mode at the suddenly panicked patient, "In plain English. What's wrong?"
"... Don't use it" Jim whispered, staring down at his hands.
"Use what?"
He spun around on the spot, agitated, and gestured wildly as he began pacing, "Your- Your power- Your- Your healing thing! I can't let you- I don't want you to-"
"-to use it. Yea. I got that. Any particular reason why?"
"I don't... I can't tell... I just-" He slowly trailed off with a heavy heart, "... Because I don't want you to?"
Bones stared at him for one full long minute, but despite the hind of confusion Jim picked up, there was also a calmness and acceptance and I don't understand this but it's clearly upsetting the kid so for now I'll just do it anyway.
Eventually, the doctor nodded.
"Alright... Alright, kid, I won't heal you that way. But I still have to check you over, so can I at least do it the old-fashioned way? With a stethoscope and a couple of injections and shit?"
Jim half turned back to him, "... Not with your hands?"
"Well I'll need them to hold stuff, obviously, but I won't use my power if that's what you're asking... Would wearing gloves help?"
Yes, yes it would, Jim thinks, remembering that time it was snowy out and everyone was wearing gloves in school and when he held Thomas's hand crossing the road he didn't get any shock despite knowing for a fact that the boy could warp memories with just one touch cause of that time in kindergarten with Lisa and the dare and-
He quickly nodded.
"Okay then" Bones agreed calmly, "You sit yourself back up, and I'll... go find a pair of gloves somewhere".
Making sure to move slowly and cautiously, he made his way back over to his stack of shelves, covertly keeping one eye on the blonde who, up until two minutes ago, had been full of life and flirtatious remarks and good humour.
That same boy was now sitting on the hospital bed, trembling, and clenching his fists tightly as if afraid of what they'd do if he didn't.
McCoy silently pulled out his communicator, sending a short, quick, message to both Uhura, Scotty, and Pike.
Just what the hell does this kid do?!