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Little Green Men

theanishimori replied to your post “Bringing this back then! :D I need to get my writing mojo going and...”

Current Day AU Spones? Like Bones is a doctor in a regular hospital but the military asks him to look at a special patient and it turns out to be Spock, who crash-landed on Earth (his mother may or may not have been abducted earlier...) Any Spones would be great, though!!! <3

Hey pal! Long time no see! I mean, totally my fault, but good to see you’re still around! So I’m not sure how Spones-y this turned out, as my mind wanted to write it from the beginning? I tried to throw a little bit in there! Enjoy~

Leonard would like to say that he knew the instant that the bastards walked into the operating gallery. But the reality is, he had no fucking clue. He was far more focused on the patient under his knife than anything going on around him.

He did know, however, as soon as he had finished closing and was scrubbing down again.

There was a tenseness in the air, a hushed whispering, and Leonard hardly needed to turn around and see the men in black to guess that something of the sort was going to be behind him.

Fucking men in black.

“Doctor Leonard McCoy?” One of the goons demands.

“Depends who’s asking,” Leonard drawls back at him, stepping forward and shouldering his way past the men. He has a list of patients a mile long, he doesn’t have time for any cloak and dagger bullshit.

“The United States of America.”

“Yeah?” Leonard turns to look the man who had spoken up and down, then snorts. “Well it can take a number, I have a schedule to keep.” Leonard turns and starts walking again, heading for the locker room so he can change out of his bloody scrubs and into a clean set. Maybe he’ll even have time for a piss and a bite to eat before his next surgery.

“Your presence is required-”

Stopping abruptly, Leonard turns sharply on his heel to stare hard at the goon in black. “Is that so?” he drawls, voice dangerous. “Required is it? And just who requires it? The lady waiting for a new kidney? Or the kid waitin’ to see if I can just maybe operate and save their leg from cancer? By all means, gentlemen, enlighten me.”

Neither good blinks.

“This is not a request, Doctor McCoy,” Goon 1 says evenly, taking a firm hold of Leonard’s arm.

“Your presence is required for a delicate medical matter, Doctor McCoy,” Goon 2 repeats, gripping Leonard’s other arm. “We must insist that you come with us.”

It seems like the only choice Leonard has in this matter is whether or now he’s dragged out of the hospital or marches out on his own two feet.

His pride dictates the latter, though he’s not shy about letting his captors know just what he thinks about the matter.

Not that they care.

He complains until he’s blue in the face, and there is no response from the goons. Not in the SUV ride to the airport; not in the helicopter; not in the second mysterious SUV ride.

However, even Leonard has to stop his constant litany of complaints as they pull up to a set of gates that just scream ‘top secret government installation’.

“What in the hell-?”

“Your patient is inside, Doctor. You will need to undergo standard decontamination procedures, and then, I suspect, you will want to get to work.”

Leonard doesn’t even check to see which goon it is, he has a bad feeling about this, a real bad feeling.

He lets himself get ushered from the SUV, follows the goons through the sterile halls, his heart climbing with every faintly echoing step. He’s on autopilot now, following where he’s led, going through the motions of decontamination for whatever branch of the government this happens to be.

Leonard comes to himself when he enters the operating theatre and approaches the table. The being, because that’s not human, lying there is – fucking hell, it’s conscious! It’s looking at him with dark eyes, a dark green tinge to high cheekbones and- Ears. Those ears. They’re fucking pointed. “What the hell is this?”

“A man who needs your help, Doctor. Our scientists can’t figure out what’s wrong with him.”

Leonard stares down at the…well hell, that’s an alien. He stares down at the alien, at the green leaking form his body, and nods.

He’d sword an oath. Do no harm. Help those in need. He can’t ignore the evident need of this alien, even if he doesn’t approve of what these men are doing. “Right,” he says softly, bending over the man. “Let’s see what I can do for you. After that, we can worry about getting you out of here.”

[amahhi]

Under Fire - 4/?

Another installment of the Gramander WWI!AU. Again, these aren’t in order and this one jumps rather far ahead. Gifset by the wonder @frostisass

It was like watching a cliff being eroded by the waves. At first, Percival didn’t notice, hadn’t wanted to notice, the little pieces of Newt being worn away, day after day as the war escalated around them. Newt was strong, after all, Percival had had enough lectures from the man himself, had witnessed enough of his acts of sheer stupid bravery not to question that fact.

But the war chipped away at people. Percival himself was no exception, and neither was Newt.

The first time Newt lost a fellow tamer to the Horntails Percival had gotten a glimpse, that already, the waves of war were wearing away at Newt’s foundations.

Then they lost Telford, and Percival hadn’t been there, hadn’t been of any damn help. Newt and Hutton, and Giddens had stumbled to the rendezvous point, three days late, and covered in too much blood. It was the eyes though, all of them, they were blank, still in shock that Telford, out of all of the MSS squad, had been the first one claimed.

“It came out of nowhere,” Newt explained dully. Magic was a truly wonderful thing, but even magic couldn’t stop a shell in its tracks, couldn’t reattach limbs that had been blown apart. “We tried. Wes…he tried everything.” It was only then that Newt raised his eyes and met Percival’s. “Everything,” he repeats, and Percival nods in understanding.

Even magic couldn’t bring back the dead, no matter what no-maj’s whispered behind their hands.

Newt pulled himself together, they all did, but now Percival could see the cracks spreading, watched helplessly as the war continued to undercut Newt’s strength and optimism until-

Newt can’t stop shaking, he can’t stop crying. He’s collapsed against a stump, white as a ghost and as incoherent as a ghoul.

“Newt,” Percival whispers, crouching down next to him and pulling him into his arms. “Oh, Newt. I truly am-” Sorry? The word sounds so hollow compared with what he knew Newt had just witnessed, what he’d been unable to stop. A flesh-eating hex would be horrifying to watch on anyone, let alone the member of Percival’s squad that Newt had gotten closest to besides himself.

“Take it away,” Newt says softly. He lifts his eyes, bright with tears and dull with shock and horror to meet Percival’s. “Please,” he whispers, clinging onto Percival’s forearms with a bruising grip. “Please, Percival. Take it away, I don’t want- I can’t- Please….I can’t stand remembering him like-” Newt bites his lips against another wracking sob, and folds himself into Percival’s arms. “Please, take it away. Please.”

Percival swallows hard, and wraps his arms tightly around Newt’s shaking form, pressing his lips to Newt’s temple. “I can’t,” he answers slowly. “I was never very skilled with memory charms. I will not risk-” He stops himself, afraid to even say the words out loud.

Newt shakes harder in his arms, but Percival stands his ground. “Wait until we get back to see the medi-wizards,” he whispers. “They will be able to take care of you, Newt. They will be able to make it all go away.”

He manages to stand his ground for two days. But Newt doesn’t pull himself together this time. The tides of war had completely worn away his foundation until his strength had come toppling down, cracking and falling to be swallowed by the angry waves of this unending war. Newt becomes a hollow shell, numb and nearly lifeless, the bright spark that Percival had fallen in love with completely snuffed out by the horrors he had seen.

Newt wasn’t sleeping. He wasn’t eating, and there was no sign that they’d be extracted from their current location any time soon. Percival couldn’t stand to watch him waste away any further.

That night, he slips a sleeping draft into Newt’s canteen and manages to get him to take a couple sips. Honestly, it doesn’t take much. Percival eases him carefully onto the cot, and brushes his fingers through the hair that’s grown long and shaggy in the months they’ve been largely out of contact with anyone except MACUSA.

“All right,” he says softly, leaning down to press a kiss to Newt’s forehead before straightening and raising his wand. Only the most recent memories, a week at the most. All he had to take were those, and everything would be…well, not all right, but at least not this bad. “Obliviate.”

~ ~ ~ ~

They were extracted that night.

Percival didn’t leave his side until at last, two days later, his eyes begin to move and slowly slide open.

“Newt! Thank Merlin,” he breathes, nearly jumping to his feet.

There’s no recognition in the eyes that look up at him. The smallest of frowns creases Newt’s forehead.

Percival’s heart sinks. “You have no idea who I am, do you?” He asks, already knowing the answer. Newt glances away, and that’s all the answer he needs. Percival nods his head, his eyes burning as he releases a shaky breath.

The fear that had gripped him when Newt had asked him to take the memories had been realized. He doesn’t dare try to remind Newt, afraid that this time, even the medi-wizards won’t be able to heal him if Newt remembers everything that had slowly worn away at him all in an instant.

Taking a deep breath, Percival rubs a hand over his mouth and slowly climbs to his feet. “You…saved my life, Private Scamander. I just…wanted to thank you.” And then, Percival turns his back on the most precious thing in the world to him, and doesn’t dare look back.

[mckirkish]

102 plzzzz

Drabble Challenge - 102: “ Do you really think I could ever replace you?” 

Quite honestly I got this well over a year ago and I have no idea which prompt meme this was but I’m assuming it was this one because I reblogged it in like...May of 2017 while I was still writing my thesis so I have no idea why I was reblogging writing memes. Lol. Anyways! Sorry in advance if it’s a bit rough, I haven’t written anything in ages. Regardless, I hope you enjoy!

Leonard has been staring at his PADD for the best part ofthe last hour, willing the words to change.

It doesn’t make one damn lick of sense. And he knows damnwell that staring at the orders aren’t going to change them, but he can’texactly bring himself to go ask Jim about it, not when the orders came from him.

How would that conversation play out? “Hey Jim, I notice you’ve requested a new CMO and that I’m beingtransferred to Earth. Have you finally lost the last bit of your mind you’vebeen holding on to?”

Yeah. Right.

Leonard snorts to himself, torn between continuing to stareat the screen, or moseying right on back to his quarters to start packing. There’sno point in staying somewhere he’s clearly no longer wanted.

Dammit though! Jim needshim, the stubborn fool. As if any old medical officer could take his place. Noone understood Jim’s background like he did. The sheer number of allergies thekid had would take anyone a good month to memorize, if Jim managed to last thatlong without dying of alien anaphylactic shock.

The door to his office dings, pulling Leonard out of hisspiraling thoughts.

“Yeah, who is it?” he growls into the comm, somehow not atall surprised when the door slides open with no answer to his question, and Jimhimself stands in the doorway.

“Oh, it’s you,” he grunts, finally laying the PADD down. “Cometo make sure I’m cleaning out my office?”

Jim stares at him, and if Leonard hadn’t been so incensed,he might have noticed how uncomfortable and uncertain the man looked.

“I’m sure you want to make sure everything’s neat and tidyfor my replacement.”

“Bones,” Jim tries to interrupt.

“Jesus, Jim, you could have said something if something was wrongwith my performance.”

“Bones,” Jim tries again.

“If this is because of some damn conflict of interest or-”

“Bones!”

This time Jim does get through, and Leonard finally takes agood look at him.

“You look like shit,” he observes softly, concern quicklyoverriding any anger.

“Didn’t you see it?”

“See what? This?” Leonard gestures at the PADD. “My new transferorders. Will you at least tell me why you’re replacing me?”

“Replacing-” Jim blinks, and takes the PADD from the desk,frowning at the screen. “This is the only thing you’ve read?”

“Well yeah, something else I need to see?”

“Try the message right before that one? Bones it’s…you’reneeded on Earth. Well, not Earth. Just- Would you read it already?”

Leonard frowns and takes the PADD back.

His frown deepens as he reads, his face paling. “Jesus,” hebreathes out. “I-”

“You would have asked for the transfer yourself when you sawit,” Jim cuts him off. “You’re the best we have, Bones, and everyone knows it.You’re the only one that has any hope of saving those people.”

“Jim, darlin’, I-”

Jim shakes his head and grins. “You’re an idiot, I know. Doyou really think I could replace you?”

“Well,” Leonard says slowly, meeting Jim’s eyes with a smallgrin of his own. “You have been known to do some mighty stupid things.”

“I would never be stupid enough to send you away, Bones.”

[mckirkish]

for your drabbles - maybe a hurt drabble with kirk and bones? where jim gets hurt? yes im a psycho but worried bones is 10/10

Honestly, I think about half of all McKirk fics include Jimbeing hurt in some way or another! Lol. So no judgement here. I agree, worriedbones is always wonderful!

So I’m not sure how many of you remember it, but I’vedecided to continue on with my Space Pirates AU ( Pt 1, Pt 2), because whodoesn’t love a good space pirates au?

“Doctor, I do wish you would not continue to try mypatience. The only person you are hurting is your dear Captain here.”

There’s a soft thud, and the sound of a choked off cry.

Leonard grits his teeth and doesn’t give the bastard thesatisfaction of looking up. His gaze remains fixed on the bio-pod in front ofhim, occasionally glancing over at the medical tricorder in his other hand. “Dammit,man,” he growls, his grip tightening on his tricorder. “I’m a doctor, not a historian,not an engineer, and certainly not a miracle worker.” He lifts his eyes at lastand tries not to notice the blood trickling down from Jim’s nose, or thevarious sharp bits of metal sticking out of him. “I need time, and anenvironment I can actually concentrate in.”

He can’t stop himself now, his eyes flick over to Jim. Helooks pale, a very bad kind of pale. Kahn has Jim kneeling beside him, bruisedand bloody and all, so the madman says, Leonard’s fault for not working fastenough.

Jim had told him to stall, of course the idiot had. He was insistentthat there was a plan, they just had to keep Kahn busy and distracted longenough for it to be put into action. Which is all well and good, except for thefact that Leonard’s oaths, and more importantly his feelings for Jim, aredemanding he put a stop to this. He had sworn to do no harm, simple enough inthe abstract but his stalling was doing Jim harm. Then again, who knew how manymillions of other beings would be harmed if he actually did what Kahn isasking.

“A pity, Doctor. I do hope you find a solution soon. Betweenus both I am certain we can keep Mister Kirk here alive for quite some time.But, as I am sure you are aware, pain does some strange things to a man’s mind.”

Jim screams.

Leonard wishes he could look away. His hands tremble ontheir instruments. He’d dropped them only once in an attempt to go to Jim’said. One time was all he needed to learn his lesson. “Stop it!” He barks out,his knuckles white where he grips the tricorder. “Would you just- I can’tconcentrate. I can’t think.”A slow dripping sound fills the sudden silence. Leonard is breathing hard, it’sthe only sound he can hear. His eyes are fixed on Jim’s slumped body and thegrowing pool of blood around it.

“Oh dear, it appears my hand slipped.”

“Kahn you-” Leonard growls and takes a half step forward. “Youfucking bastard. If you let him die I swear to you that you will never get whatyou want.”

“Are you threatening me, Doctor?” The man’s voice turns eventhe air to ice, and Leonard can’t help but shiver.

“Let me help him. Let me get him somewhere he can rest, andthen you’ll get what you want, Kahn.”

“How do I know you will stay true to your word?” Kahn askssoftly.

“Because I’m giving you my word, dammit. As a doctor and asa plain decent human being. Let me make sure that Jim doesn’t die, and I’ll wakethem up.” He gestures to the long line of cryogenic containers.

Kahn seems to debate for a moment, then nods. “Very well,Doctor.”

Leonard immediately rushes to Jim’s side, falling to hisknees, heedless of the puddle of blood. He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t dare.He stops the bleeding, and starts doing what he can.

All he can do now is hope and pray. Hope that they hadstalled long enough, and pray that Jim actually manages to pull through this.

[mckirkish]

Little Green Men (Pt. 2)

secretlyahalfling replied to your post “Bringing this back then! :D I need to get my writing mojo going and...”

Anything Spones, please, please, please!!!

Well, since you asked for anything Spones, and my introduction for a modern spones AU went so well, might as well have another installment! Hope you enjoy~

Most of what he is aware of is the pain.

The technology of the Planet Earth had been far more advanced than he had been expecting given the information that he had received from his mother before they had departed Vulcan. The small craft from the Science Academy should have been more than sufficient for the covert mission his mother had asked him to undertake with her.

It had been entering the atmosphere that had done it. The composition of the minerals and chemicals had been different than he’d calculated, they reacted with the metals from Vulcan in a way that he could not entirely compensate for, making the shields almost useless. They had been the perfect target for whatever projectile had been aimed at the ship.

It had not been a graceful landing. The pain had started before the impact, and the impact had caused a temporary lapse in consciousness. The end result was that he found himself in a sterile environment with no sign of his mother in even greater pain than he had been in before.

Let’s see what I can do for you. After that, we can see about getting you out of here.

His mother had taught him the language of her people, but even without it, Spock would have understood the intent. Nitrile gloves were not a sufficient barrier to block out the man’s thoughts, not when Spock was still dazed, his mind open, far more than he had ever experienced, and receiving telepathic impressions not only from the man above him, but the other humans in the vicinity as well.

“Where in the hell-”

The human is muttering above him.

“That-”

There is a frown as sure and steady hands move over his body.

That’s not where a heart is supposed to be.

“I assure you, doctor,” because the man is clearly a medical professional, and he does not appear to be comfortable with the situation in which he finds himself. “My heart is exactly where it is meant to be.”

“Jesus H-” The man jerks in surprise, then quickly pulls his hands away, muttering obscenities under his breath as a sense of guilt and wordless apology for increasing his patient’s pain pours out of him.

He returns quickly, bending low over Spock, and Spock finds himself observing that the man’s eyes are quite aesthetically pleasing.

“Did you just talk inside my head?” the doctor asks as soft as he can.

“Telepathic communication has the benefit of requiring no translation.” Spock responds. “As well as preventing out conversation from being overheard by the military personnel who are quite unnerved by my presence and quite displeased by yours.”

“Yeah well…would you kindly refrain from doing it for a moment? I’m trying to save your life here and that isn’t exactly easy to do with someone chatting in your head.”

Instead of replying, Spock merely nods. It is a logical request. He does not think he is in danger of dying, though he certainly feels far weaker than ideal in his current situation.

A tense silence falls, and the man bends to his task, his mind ordered and focused entirely on the biological and physiological puzzle Spock represents for him.

Spock tries to meditate, but the humans must have injected him with a chemical compound that has reacted with his mental abilities. He cannot find the silence of his own mind. The doctor’s mind is easy to ignore, but the other humans’ minds are a cacophony of disorder fuelled by emotion.

“THERE. ALL DONE.”

The directed thought makes Spock flinch, it is like the human is screaming inside his mind.

“No need for such force, Doctor. Merely think normally and I will understand. I see that you are concerned for my welfare, and rightly so. Unfortunately, as you surmise, I am in no condition to act alone, and there is another consideration as well. I hypothesize that my mother is somewhere in this facility as well.”

Incoherent shock, and then further calculation.

“Let’s see if I can’t get myself invited to stay for awhile,” The doctor thinks, a plan beginning to form in the back of his mind.

Spock cannot help but observe that he is very fortunate to have been entrusted to this man’s care. An intelligent and reasoned doctor with captivating eyes.

[mckirkish]

Chasing Stardust (Pt. 4)

hearteyesmcgarrett replied to your post “Bringing this back then! :D I need to get my writing mojo going and...”

literally any mckirk!!

I hope everyone is ready for some more Space Pirates AU. Heck, this is turning into an actual fic! Kinda sorta…at least these last few parts are, there’s kinda a giant hole in the middle though…oh well! Ask for McKirk and ye shall receive!

At least Kahn has given him some proper medical equipment, probably because the bastard knows that if Leonard can’t save Jim, there’s no way in hell he’ll do what the madman wants. Oh sure he could probably find some other medical genius with far less scruples and no morals to speak of to do his dirty work, but that would take time, and Kahn is, by all appearances, done waiting. It’s not exactly sterile in the cell Kahn has returned the to, but he’s going to have to make do. Jim is bleeding out of places no one should bleed, and Leonard is going to have his work cut out for him. “Bones…”

The voice is weak, barely above a whisper, and Leonard looks up to find Jim’s baby blues staring right at him. Jim’s eyes are bright with pain, but even now the insufferable man tries to flash a smile at Leonard. “Did we beat him?”

“No,” Leonard says darkly, turning his gaze back to his work, focusing on taking all the bits of metal out of Jim and sealing the wounds before he can bleed out completely. “Your plan doesn’t seem to be working, Jim. There’s no sign of anyone and Kahn nearly killed you.”

He knows he should be ignoring Jim, if he doesn’t focus on the man, he won’t hear the sharp intake of breath when Leonard jostles him too much, or notice the cries stifled behind bitten lips as he tries to keep Jim alive.

Jim is not allowed to die.

“Wait. What-?”

“I agreed to do what he wants if he let me save your life,” Leonard says through gritted teeth. He’s nearly there, nearly got Jim stabilized.

“Are you crazy!?” Jim yelps, and Leonard knows it’s not entirely from surprise or incredulity.

At last he looks up at Jim again, his face a stone mask. His hands are covered in Jim’s blood. The floor is covered in Jim’s blood. In fact, nearly everywhere has a bit of Jim’s blood on it; there’s not nearly enough of it inside the man himself and he’s getting touchy about Leonard agreeing to help a 300-year-old superhuman madman?

“No,” he growls. “Leastways not the mad you’re talking about.”

He leans up and plants a kiss on Jim’s gaping lips. They’re probably both going to die once Kahn gets what he wants anyway, might as well go for it. “I’m madly in love with you, James Tiberius Kirk, which probably makes me more than a little insane. So don’t you dare go dying on me.”

Jim stares at him, and a flush rises to Leonard’s cheeks before he pushes himself to his feet. “That’s a direct order from your doctor, Jim. Wait here while I go doom us all, and don’t you dare die.” He turns toward the cell door, his heart pounding out of his chest. Damn Kahn! Shouldn’t he be here by now insisting Leonard keep up his side of the bargain?

“Bones…” Jim’s voice is still weak, hardly a croak, and it’s that that makes Leonard turn around.

Jim is grinning up at him, eyes still bright, though perhaps this time it’s not because of pain.

“I love you too.”

[mckirkish]

Hi! Can you please write a Spock x Kirk with the word "alien"? Thank you!

General disclaimer: Idon’t really write Spirk all that much so we’ll see how this goes! I hadactually originally thought of something a little more…poignant, but thissilliness came out instead.

It shouldn’t take a genius to figure out that aliens aremore than science fiction. Okay, so maybe the green skin and big black eyes andthree fingers is a bit much, but there is no way that in the entire universe,Earth is the only planet to develop life. That’s just arrogant.

But then, that’s just human for you.

Honestly though, who could look up at that sky, see thosestars and honestly think that they were alone in the universe.

Not that Jim had everexpected to see evidence of that. At least, not until about twenty minutes ago.

“You’re an alien,” Jim declares, grinning widely as heobserves the other man in front of him. It’s not like there was a bright flashof light, a ball of flame, and then this guy had come stumbling out of thewords or anything. That would be way too E.T. for real life.

The man had comestumbling out of the woods though. Despite his surprisingly human appearance,Jim is in absolutely no doubt about the truth of his statement.

“Do not be preposterous,” the man says smoothly, taking asip of the tea Jim had prepared – tea, that alone is proof enough that the manisn’t from this world. “I am human.”

“You’re green,”Jim points out incredulously. “And your ears are super pointy. And don’t startspouting that mutant nonsense either, I’m not just some random farmer in the middleof nowhere Iowa.”

“I am…not in optimum health. Perhaps that is the reason whyyou have mistaken my pallor for a colour which it cannot possibly be.”

“You’re green, you have pointy ears, and you came wanderingout of my parents’ cornfield. You’re a freaking alien!” Jim props his head upon one hand, watching the other in fascination. “What’s your planet called? Whyare you here? You clearly didn’t crash, so there has to be a reason, right?”

“Your argument is well reasoned.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t answer the question,” Jim pointsout, still amused. “Look, I won’t tell anyone or anything. Come one, justbetween you and me, you are an alien right? Some kind of Martian?”

“If I answer your query will you cease with your inane babbling?”

“As long as your answer contains a variation on thestatement: Yes Jim, you’re totally right, I’m an alien. Then sure! Because Iwon’t believe you if you try to lie.”

“Vulcans do not lie.”

[mckirkish]

89 and mckirk pretty please?

At this point I’m guessing at memes, but I figure you probably don’t remember either, so hey! It’s Mckirk and its 89 from some sort of writing prompt?? Anyways, I’m continuing on in the same world as a Mckirk wizards prompt I got ages ago (mostly because I’m shamelessly recycling ideas from a gramander au that will probably never get written). Anyways, please enjoy darling! <3

100 Prompts: “I thought you forgot about me.” “Never.”

It wasn’t supposed to end like this. Of all the possible scenarios Jim had ever thought up about how the war would end, Bones lying pale and still in a field hospital bed had never once occurred to him. It should be him, it should be Jim in that bed, clinging onto life because Bone’s ordered him to.

It wasn’t supposed to be Bones. Bones was supposed to be strong and irascible, grumpy and with a horrible bedside manner. 

“Are you sure it was the only way?” Jim refused to relinquish Bones’ hand, even as he looked up at the Healer.

“He’s not the first,” the Healer informed Jim, too tired and worn to be as comforting as she should be. “It’s Spell Shock,” she continued, her tired eyes having a far too knowing look in them. “He might have over come it on his own, but every time the potion wore off-” she shrugged. 

Jim winced, he knew exactly what she didn’t say. He had been trying to forget the screaming that had torn Bones’ throat raw, the perpetual shaking in hands that had once been the steadiest he had ever known. The blankness in once warm hazel eyes that could no longer recognize their surroundings. 

“How much?” he asked, heart sinking. How much of Bones’ memory had they taken? Would he remember the last six months? The adrenaline fueled relationship that had started in the bottom of a trench, and was as much desperation as it was genuine affection.

“Without knowing the specific trigger-” the Healer hesitated, then pushed on. “We couldn’t take the risk.”

Jim’s throat felt like it was closing up, fears of being abandoned again rising up to choke him, though he fought them down again ruthlessly. “When- When will he wake up?”

“Any moment now,” the Healer, Chapel, said, finally managing to find her sympathy. “I’ll leave you alone then.”

She had been right, it didn’t take long. There was a soft groan from the bed, and Jim knew he should pull back his hand, but instead he squeezed tighter, leaning forward. “Bones?”

Leonard blinked his eyes opened, and they fixed on Jim’s face. He searched those eyes, looking for even the faintest glimmer of recognition.

“What? Where- Who-?” the voice was groggy, gravelly, and contained nothing but confusion.

Jim snatched his hand back abruptly like it burned. “Sorry,” he found himself saying, his voice thick. “You’re probably wondering who the hell I am and what I’m doing here-”

“Don’t be an idiot, Jim,” Bones groaned, giving up on trying to lift his head, and instead lifting his hand to reach for Jim’s again. “I’m wonderin’ what in the hell you’re doing up there when there’s plenty of room in this cot.”

Jim stared. “You- You know who I am?”

“’Course I do. You’re my- my- What’s the term we’re using? Jim? Jim! What in the hell- why are you crying?” Leonard forced himself up onto his elbows, and reached for Jim again, cradling his face with one hand. “What is it, darlin’?”

“They had to- you were- I thought you forgot me.”

Slowly, comprehension dawned, and Leonard shook his head. “Never,” he said simply. “I made sure I’d never forget you, Jim, no matter what.”

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