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Longmire set, Santa Fe, New Mexico, May 2017.
The Scourge Of California, chapter 2
The town of Enterprise was buzzing with the news of Kirkâs arrest and impending trial, whispers that ranged from possible murder charges, to a mere three year sentence. Old men gathered around Barnettâs Barbershop shook their heads and said it was a good thing George didnât have to see his son turn to the bad.
Ladies gossiped around dinner tables, discussing what a brilliant sheriff Pike was to have caught the wily outlaw at last and what a shame Kirk had fallen so far into depravity.
Young men secretly admired Kirkâs guts and survival skills, puzzling over how heâd gotten away with the Pacific Line Robbery for five years!!
Young ladies sighed over his photograph and declared his good looks had gone to his head and how terrible heâd used them to destroy womenâs reputations and how they themselves would never fall prey.
Lenora heard plenty of this talk over the next week and it saddened her. She didnât know enough of his personal experience to be able to really declare him incapable of being rehabilitated, but people didnât get that bitter and cynical for no reason.
She wondered if James had had any real friends in his town or if his associates, like him, lived on the other side of the law.
It was a week before she headed black to the jail for a checkup of the infamous Gentleman Jim. As she was walking in, a tall, dark, stiff man was walking out, lips pressed together as if heâd just had his patience sorely tested.
âMorning, Mr. Spock,â she greeted genially, wondering who had managed to rile up the very even tempered lawyer so much.
âGood Morning, Doctor McCoy,â Spock responded politely, taking off his bowler hat and inclining his head respectfully as their paths crossed.
He didnât seem in the mood for conversation and Lenora perfectly understood, not given to much idle chatter herself and guessing the reason behind Spockâs annoyance.
It was confirmed when she was escorted to Jimâs cell and he looked surprised.
âWow! Another visitor already this morning? I feel so loved. To what do I owe the honor of your regal presence, Doctor?â
Lenora gritted her teeth at the mocking remark. Jim would be so much easier to put up with if he kept his insolent mouth shut. Poor Spock Trying to defend Jim without wanting to kill him in the process would be a miracle.
âTo the fact youâre a patient, Kirk. I honestly donât know how the guards put up with you, kid. You are certainly not helping your case right now,â she sighed, rolling up the leg of his tattered trousers to change the bandage.
âThatâs what the lawyer they gave me said,â Kirk shrugged. âI liked him, though. Seemed like a genuine fellow.â
âI passed Mr. Spock on his way out of here and he looked ten years older already. I assumed that was your doing.â
Jim grinned at her again, stubby white teeth showing under thick chapped lips.
âLikely so, Ma'am. I am good at making people run.â
She raised a questioning brow at this odd statement, but he did not elaborate.
âIf you donât mind me asking, doc, how long have you been in town? Last time I snuck back, old Boyce was still saw bones in Enterprise.â
âNearly six years, kid,â she answered briefly. âCame here in â80 fresh from Georgia after they put my husband in the ground.â
âOh.â That shut up Jim for a while, a flush of shame creeping up his cheeks, showing he wasnât completely callous yet.
Lenora decided not to let him off the hook entirely, because really, he should have guessed from her black dress, but she wasnât going to hold a grudge for not knowing. It wasnât something she really talked about, especially to near strangers.
âYou came out here by yourself all alone, then? That takes tremendous courage, leaving everything you know and making your home in the uncivilized west.â
Kirkâs tone sounded almost respectful and downright curious.
âI needed a fresh start and had a severe disagreement with my family and in-laws. Heard from Boyce who offered me a position here and I took it.â
âFamily can be a sore trial, indeed.â Kirk agreed with a grimace. âI have much experience in that area. My own mother didnât want me and dumped me off at the nearest orphanage.â
She glanced at Pike for confirmation and he nodded with a grimace.
âWinona Kirk went a bitâŠ.unstable after Georgeâs death, Iâm afraid. No oneâs seen hide nor hair of her since she left him as an infant.â
âLife stinks, kid. I do not believe, however, that that alone caused you to just start robbing trains all of a sudden. Thereâs got to be a story there.â
âOh, there is,â Kirk confirmed with a sly smile. âDonât think itâs quite appropriate to be telling a fine lady like yourself.â
His bruises had faded to a murky purplish-yellow and made him look rather ghastly.
Lenora rolled her eyes at the impudent brat.
âIâm not THAT delicate, kid. Iâm a doctor, not a swooning maiden whoâs going to fall at your grubby feet.â
âAnd Iâm not a kid!â Yelled Kirk as she departed.
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âYouâre lucky youâre cuteâŠâ McKirk :)
this did not end up short or quick. i went overboard with this but it was so much fun to write. hope you like it!!!! also this is sorta pre-slashy but also not. i guess it can be read either way
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Itâs something of a tradition between them, all at once sickeningly sweet, ridiculously dorky, and at times distressingly morbid.Â
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bones and jim getting small matching tattoos during their time at the academy (and maybe they were a tiny bit drunk at the time, but in the morning, neither one regrets it, loves tracing their fingers over the splashes and whirling lines of ink in a warm reminder)
during one of jimâs many shirt-ripping incidents on the enterprise, uhura spies the inky lines revealed by the torn fabric, tells sulu and scotty and all the rest, and soon all of them are speculating about when he got it and what it means, since itâs so obviously emblematic of some form of sentiment
but they never get an answer, not til years later, when those dancing whorls of ink are all but entirely forgotten, and theyâre all off on shore leave
on a day where the california heat is particularly unbearable, jimâs dragged them all to the beach for a day of âteam bondingâ, a proposal agreed to by all for the promise of the oceanâs cool relief, with each crew member contributing a dish for the picnic - suluâs homegrown salad, scottyâs scotch (well yeâ did ask me ta bring drinks laddie), bonesâ peach pies - and just as theyâre settling down to eat lunch, when the sun has reached its apex in a cloudless sky, bones finally surrenders and takes off his shirt, and thatâs when they all see it -
there, revealed on his hip, sits an exact copy of jimâs tattoo spied so long ago, the lines of ink a little faded, but unmistakable nonetheless
uhura almost drops her drink in shock, sharing frantic looks with the others, all of them momentarily stunned into silence (in hindsight, theyâll wonder how they never suspected, never figured it out, when it was so glaringly obvious of course it was about leonard)
and jim just smirks, takes a bite from his sandwich and winks at bones, who promptly rolls his eyes and steals jimâs lunch from his hands
For @thenizu who requested:Â What about a mckirk au where they live for a while in the same hostel or something because they both are too busy to look for an actual apartment and also too lazy for cleaning/go grocery shopping/cooking for themselves. But then, after some months, they realize that it is a too expensive of a lifestyle so they awkwardly look for a flat to share. A pretty tiny one. And for the first time they are actually going to take care of themselves if they donât want to live in a dump: itâs way worse than during the college years at the dorm and there is no one that does most of the boring but pressing home stuff for them anymore. They are on their own. In the meantime they also work/look for a job (Iâd love if Bones could still be a doctor) AND realize to have certain feelings for each other. Life is hard. Ten points if they happen to find themselves sitting on a carpet in a completely empty apartment, eating stuff directly from the packaging, but still feeling somehow at home.
Graduating is great. Bones gets to call himself a medical practitioner, and Jim graduates criminal psychology almost at the same time. The days that follow their graduation is a blur of alcohol, different pubs and clubs, and many different partners (mostly on Jimâs side, but Bones has definitely gotten his share of one night stands, too). After their celebration week(s) ended, they road trip from San Francisco to Iowa, and then Georgia, to visit their families. They get mistaken as partners on both occasions, but really, theyâre just friends. Theyâre drinking together as friends. Theyâre road tripping as friends. They sleep in shady motels as friends. They bicker and make up as friends. Thereâs a night where theyâre both drunk and making out in one of those motels, ending in a mutual handjob - but theyâre still just friends, because they never mention any of that happening ever again.Â
But then that prolonged graduation celebration comes to an end, and they need to get their lives together before they run out of savings. Rather than actually finding an apartment, though, both of them just end up sharing a room in a hostel for a while. Bones works as a medical practitioner during the day. Jim is archiving in a high security psychiatric hospital during the day, and heâs a bartender two nights a week  just because he can. Also because then Bones comes in for cheap drinks and they end up chatting most of the night while Jimâs serving drinks to customers. Itâs expensive to live in a hostel, but it works so far. Because the room is cleaned for them and they donât have to do groceries. Most nights they either heat up their food in the kitchen microwaves, or they eat Chinese or pizza in nearby fast food restaurants. It works, but they end up spending more than theyâre earning, so eventually, theyâre gonna have to find a real place to live.Â
Bones isnât there when Jim visits multiple flats they can rent. Two bedroom ones. There are multiple furnished apartments ready to move in, but Jim picks the one that has absolutely zero furniture and isnât even in the best neighborhood. To be fair, the main reason he picked it was because itâs immediately above the best pizza place in town, and itâs the one they would often visit back in college. Bones is less than pleased when he finds out their apartment has absolutely zero furniture, and neither have a lot of funds available to buy them because they spent a lot of it in their hostel days.
âI wonder what that stain on the ceiling is,â Bones says when Jim returns from his dinner run. He was supposed to do groceries, but he doesnât have more than beer and pizza from the restaurant downstairs. And cereal, but no milk. Jim slides down against the wall, sitting down on the floor next to Bones and hands him his pizza box and a beer. âWho cares? We have our own place, Bones. We made it. Weâre adults now. We have food, we have jobs, and we have internet. What else do we need?â âShower gel, furniture, breakfast-â Bones starts, but Jim pats Bonesâ shoulder and grins. âWeâll be fine, Bones. Iâll go to a thrift store after work tomorrow and find cheap furniture.â
And so when Bones returns home from work, he does find a bunch of furniture lying around. One queen sized mattress is dumped in the living room (which beats sleeping on the floor like they did last night). Thereâs the ugliest brown chair Bones has ever seen, and a messy assortment of cutlery and plates are all thrown on that mattress. âWhat is this shit?â Bones calls out. Jim walks out of their tiny kitchen in a tank top and his old baggy jeans, and that shouldnât look as good as it does. âItâs furniture.â Jim says. âThis isnât furniture,â Bones says. âSure it is. We have one bed, a chair, and plates. What else do we need?â Jim asks. Bones grits his teeth, vouching to go out himself come weekend.
He does, and Bones has a surprising good eye for style. Bones makes Jim carry up most of the furniture he finds. Itâs all second hand stuff, but by Sunday, they have a comfortable black couch and a recliner chair Jim immediately claims as his (mostly because he spills spaghetti on it on day one). Thereâs a coffee table that quickly becomes a storage of old plates, magazines, and other trash because neither of them clean up at first. Thereâs a dining table and enough chairs to have some friends over for dinner if either of them ever bothered cooking, but so far most their meals are microwave dishes straight from the supermarket, or pizza from downstairs. Thereâs still only one mattress, and both sleep on it together.
Jim wakes up on a Saturday to a sound that feels unfamiliar, but it turns out Bones is just vacuuming. Heâs not wearing any more than his underwear, and thereâs something oddly attractive about him being strangely⊠domestic. âWhat are you doing?â Jim asks. âCleaning,â Bones says, âwe havenât done the dishes once since we moved in. Go do them.â Normally, Jim would protest, but he climbs up from their shared mattress and does as heâs told.
After cleaning up the entire (tiny) flat, they have lunch outside on their tiny balcony. They can barely squeeze on that balcony together, but it works. Bones has warmed up their last nightâs pasta and they eat it while watching people pass by. âD'you sometimes think itâs odd, that we live together?â Jim asks. âNo, what I think is odd is that you havenât brought home a one night stand since we moved in,â Bones says, and Jim laughs. âWe only have one bed. Iâm not gonna do the dirty on our bed,â Jim says. He leans back against the glass door, plate on his lap. âI also havenât really found anyone, as of lateâŠâ Jim admits, and Bones raises an eyebrow. âAre you sick?â He asks, âbecause remember what I told you about leaving that itch untreated-â âNo, Bones. Jesus,â Jim laughs, âIâm not sick or anything, I donât think.â âGood,â Bones says, resting his hand on Jimâs leg, âbecause I need you healthy. Weâre painting the ceiling tonight.â âWhat? Itâs perfect as it is.â âThereâs a leak stain. Weâre painting.â Bones says, ignoring Jimâs groans of protest.
It ends up not being such a bad thing at all, because Jim gets to watch Bones in sweatpants and his tight Starfleet Academy shirt. Itâs always been a nice sight, but somehow better when heâs balancing on a ladder and straining his arms while painting the ceiling. Jim doesnât actually do anything himself until Bones makes him paint the walls of their living room in a clean white color, to get rid of those old smoke stains from previous tenants. Their cramped apartment smells like paint for three days, but slowly but surely, this place starts feeling like home. Especially when Uhura and Sulu come over and they bring stuff like plants and a modern bookcase for in the living room. They donât have many books at all, but at least two shelves are filled with Bonesâ DVDs.
And even though they make it routine to clean up regularly now, Sundays are still lazy days that are mostly spent on their mattress to watch TV or play video games. âD'you think itâs weird that we sleep in the same bed?â Jim asks, and Bones shrugs. âA little. But I havenât really made an attempt to change it,â he replies, and Jim smiles lightly. âItâs because weâre basically dating.â âExcuse me?â Bones turns to look at Jim, âwhat would you know about dating? The longest relationship youâve ever had was a week.â Jim huffs, leaning back against the wall behind him and he turns to look at Bones. âNot true. My longest relationship has been five years,â he says, his hand finding Bonesâ leg under the sheets and he smiles. âAre you referring to me?â Bones asks. He puts down his book to put his attention to Jim, too, and Jim grins. âI mean, kind of.â âIâm the boyfriend without the benefits,â Bones concludes from that, and Jim laughs, his hand traveling up to grab Bonesâ shirt. He pulls him in closer, lips pressing to Bones for a firm kiss. âIt doesnât have to be without benefits anymore,â he says, voice soft against Bonesâ lips. Bones kisses him back, the sigh coming from him sounds like relief and that just makes him want Bones even more. Bones nudges Jimâs legs apart and settles between them, hands sliding under his shirt, and he grins against Jimâs lips. âLetâs make up for lost time.â âFive years is a long time,â Jim replies, dragging Bonesâ shirt up over his back. Bones pulls away from him long enough to get both their shirts off, and then Jim wraps his arms around those naked shoulders to pull him in close again. âGood thing we have nothing planned to do today,â he adds, and Bones huffs. âIâm planning on doing you.â
Bones: *examining Jim's wounded leg*
Jim: Give it to me straight, Doc. Will I be able to play the violin?
Bones: I don't see why not.
Jim: That's funny, I don't remember being able to play before.
Bones:
Jim: Badum-tss!
Bones:
Candy striper jim AU.
Jim is a volunteer candy striper at the hospital where he meets Dr Leonard âfuture husbandâ McCoy and falls immediately in love, so like any sane person he bribes nurse chapel with sweets to find out more about doctor Mc sex-on-legs and learns that heâs a divorced with a daughter and totally miserable(in nurse chapels opinion). Leonard likewise is captivated by new candy striper with the supernaturally blue eyes and decides to take nurse chapels advise and ask jim out, though he has some difficulty with flirting and usually ends up accidentally insulting him
I felt like drawing some crappy McKirk fluff. Just a head canon that Jim and Bones obviously have had feelings for each other for the last 3 years or so but never quite knew how to proceed with their relationship. Jim decides to steal a kiss because hes been absolutely dying to. (and while Bones is stunned initially everything works out and everyone lives happily ever after)
Headcanon: For all that Bones has a pretty hot temper it almost never turns physical. Heâs the one pulling Jim out of bar fights, not the other way around.
This annoys Jim to no end. Heâs usually pretty calm and collected. He doesnât often yell, even if he does get a bit intense. Bones is the one who gets worked up over even the smallest injustice, storming around with his hands thrown in the air.
Donât get him wrong, Jim loves that Bones is a non-violent person, but heâd really like people to stop shooting him worried looks when Bones is the one whoâs probably going to pop.
//Best freezeframe EVER.
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