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Anything you want to see happen while they're at breakfast?
(That'll make sense when you read the chapter)
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Chapter 18
McCoy didn't know what to expect when one very-pissed-off Jim Kirk flung open the door and stared at them.
What he did know, was that a scowling-shirtless-sleep-ruffled Jim Kirk shouldn't be this adorable to look at.
The blonde frowned, "Is that my...?"
Spock quickly held them out, "You left them in the gym yesterday".
"... Thanks" He replied slowly, taking them with one hand, the other still pressed over his bruised chest.
McCoy frowned, scanning over the red, purple, and blue bruises littering the boy's left side, the faint outline of his ribs visible through the skin.
"Was that it?"
He glanced back up at the sudden question, only to find the blonde staring back at him.
"No, actually" He replied, "... May we come in?"
Jim gave a half-hearted shrug and turned around, leaving the door open as he walked away.
They took that as a yes.
Stepping into the room, McCoy placed a reassuring hand on Spock's shoulder, giving him a small smile as he shut the door after them.
Following the boy to the opposite side of the room, he nodded at the bed, his medical bag in hand, "Sit".
Jim grinned back at him, "Why Bones, if you wanted to get me into bed all you had to do was ask".
He rolled his eyes at him, "Shut it, kid. Now sit!"
"Aright, alright" He replied, obeying the doctor, "But you could have at least bought me dinner first".
Ignoring the blatant suggest, he knelt down in front of the blonde, immediately looking back up when he heard a gasp.
Jim stared down at him, a mischievous gleam in his wide eyes, "Doctor McCoy! You dirty old man!"
Bones frowned, before suddenly realising what a... suggestive... position he was in, kneeling in front of the sitting boy.
He scowled, "Okay. Are you going to behave? Or do I need to get Spock to knock you out?"
Jim glanced over the man's head to meet Spock's emotionless gaze from where he was sitting on the small couch. His face was impassive, as always, but the emotions around his head were flickering of... of what?
Jim frowned.
Was that... confusion?
He wasn't sure Spock even knew.
"Well? Do I need to call him over here?"
Jim turned back to the doctor, "... Can he do that? Knock me out?"
McCoy stared at him, "Yes. Easily".
The blonde sighed and collapsed against the wall behind him, "Fine. I'll behave. Do your worst".
As the doctor pulled on his gloves, the boy spoke again with a salacious smirk.
"Or your best".
Bones raised a threatening eyebrow at him, and he quickly sat up again, "Okay, I'll shut up now, promise!"
Five minutes later, he finished examining the surprisingly still silent Jim, and he lent back on his heels as he pulled off the plastic gloves in satisfaction.
"Well, good news, you're healing pretty fast. I say those ribs will be fixed in no more than two weeks, and everything else will have healed before then".
"And the bad news?" Jim asked.
"You can go back to school tomorrow".
"Fuck".
McCoy frowned as he repacked his bag, "You don't want to go back?"
"Of course not!" He snapped, "All the classes are boring, the teachers are stupid, and the students keep asking me what my power is!"
"You could always just tell them".
"What? No! Are you insane?!"
"What's the worst thing that could happen?"
Jim stared at him, "... You mean asides from everyone treating me like I'm a ticking time bomb?"
"It wouldn't be that bad-"
"It would so totally be that bad! Everyone staring at me, wondering when I'm going to explode, wondering whether to touch me or not-"
He abruptly stopped.
McCoy frowned and followed his gaze to where Spock remained seated on the couch, staring at them with a curious look on his face.
"... You should tell him".
"Why?" cam the immediate response.
"Because he's your counsellor, Jim" McCoy sighed, "And it'll make his job a hell of a lot easier if he knows".
"You don't know that".
"Yes, kid, I do. You weren't the only one who came here with anger issues, you know".
Jim turned to him in surprise, and Bones met his gaze evenly, "I'm grumpy by nature, kid. But I used to be a hell of a lot worse... Spock helped me. So let him do the same for you".
The blonde frowned, glancing over at the Vulcan once more, obviously reluctant to give up on of his secrets.
McCoy sighed and took his hand, dragging him over and gently shoving him down on the couch next to the other man, before taking a seat on the coffee table in front of them, "I propose a trade. You both tell each other what your power is".
"He doesn't have a power" Jim immediately shot back, "He's Vulcan".
"Half Vulcan" He replied.
The blonde stopped, "... And half human".
He abruptly turned to face Spock, only a slight wince betraying his cracked ribs sudden movement, "You inherited a mutant gene?"
He nodded, "From my mother, yes".
"Holy shit... So, like, you've both Vulcan powers, and a mutant power?"
"Yes".
"... That's cool".
"So, do we have a deal?" McCoy asked, "A power for a power?"
"... He has to go first" Jim replied, and the doctor rolled his eyes at the childish antics, but turned to Spock all the same, "Well?"
"Energy Wave Emission".
The blonde blinked, "... What?"
"It's... I can send out waves of pure energy. Those waves can shield me from physical attacks and heal minor wounds, as well as blinding, paralysing, or even killing others".
"... Damn".
"Alright, Jim?" McCoy asked, and the boy sighed, "Fine... I, kinda, you know... Empathic Mimicry?"
Spock sharply looked up.
Jim stared back at him in silence.
"I... I did not believe that was possible".
"That's exactly what I said too" McCoy said quietly, "But Jimmy here even proved it for me".
"... What powers have you absorbed?" Spock asked, and the blonde collapsed back in the couch, "All of them? Okay, let's see... I've got Pyrokinesis, you knew about that. I've got teleportation, enhanced combat, which, by the way, apparently doesn't work on Vulcans... Emotional empathy... and... Oh yea, minor telekinesis. As well as a mental shield that could probably even rival yours".
The Vulcan stared at him, "That... explains a lot".
Bones snorted, "Yea, tell me about it. The kid's as no-touchy as you are".
"Which, actually, now that you mention it..." Jim trailed off, staring at Spock expectantly.
"I will not use my power on you".
"Good. Glad we're on the same page".
The doctor gave a rare grin that had both their hearts melting, "Well then. Now that... not everything, but somethings are out in the open... What next?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, are you hungry?"
Jim frowned, "... What does that have to do with-"
"I'll take that as a yes. You're too skinny anyway" McCoy replied, standing up, "So we're going down for breakfast. Doctor's orders".
"I really don't want to-"
"What part of 'doctor's orders' do you not understand, kid? So go put a damn shirt on. We're going whether you want to or not".
Jim scowled at him but reluctantly stood up, marching over to his wardrobe and pulling out the first thing he saw.
And neither Spock nor Bones could ignore the sense of regret as those tanned shoulders and taut stomach disappeared under the dark material.