I haven't posted in quite some time so I figured I would look through my finished one-shot and give ya'll a little something-something. I made a bunch of prompts a while back and figured I would use a couple of them.
Jim knew Bones had done this whole thing many, many times before. Years, decades, and even further. Death and Bones were two different sides of the same coin. Jim snorted darkly and shook his head, if death were a sentient being -- Jim doesn’t dare dismiss the possibility-- it and McCoy would be on a first-name basis by now.
McCoy. It was an old name Jim knew. He knew that his best friend still held on to some sentiments. Names, places, certain objects he locked away in a safe in his quarters. Kirk stared at his bloody hands with a scowl forming on his face.
McCoy was the maiden name of his mother. A woman who had lived a good century ago, who died in a terrible terrible accident when Bones was a kid. He witnessed it with his twin sister. Looking up he stared hard at his friends still form before looking at the antique watch that same friend gifted him after he became Captain of the Enterprise.
He still had some time before his CMO woke up. The wound would have been fatal to anyone else but this was Bones. Leonard McCoy or lesser-known as John Grimm. Kirk chewed on the inside of his cheek his gaze moving to his watch over to the oddly flustered, confused, and agitated Vulcan who was pacing the room.
“Spock, give him more time. After that, we can get the hell out of here.”
Spock stopped in his tracks and stared at him with cool and calculating eyes. “Captain, the doctor is dead, no known being can sustain that kind of injury,” he spoke slowly and calmly as if Jim was in shock or had a screw loose but Kirk simply smiled and patted the dirt beside him.
“Trust Bones Spock,” he whispered putting every ounce of faith he had left in his voice. Spock did as he was ordered and sat next to his Captain. They faced where the doctor lay motionless, his chest still and his eyes closed. If Spock were illogical he could imagine that the man -- his friend was just sleeping.
His mind went to all of the times he had witnessed the doctor conquer death. How he only barely manages to scrape by with mere bruises and cuts. Ones that until now Spock had assumed were healed by modern medicine. But the feats that he had just seen were impossible. The strength, speed, intelligence, and bleeding cuts that disappeared in seconds.
Jim told him a story of myths and legends and it clearly wasn’t the whole thing. He cut himself off with a sheepish smile and had muttered, “Bones will talk about it with you after we get out of here,” Spock wasn’t convinced that the doctor was alive but he followed orders and waited.
“One cannot cheat death forever Jim,” he said finally after a lengthy silence. Jim chuckled letting his head fall back against the stone wall they were leaning against. The sun was beginning to set and the colorful rays glinted off his eyes. The smile was rueful and full of hope and promises.
“He can. I’m pretty sure Bones scares the shit out of death…”
The Vulcan furrowed his brow and cocked his head to the side, “A metaphor sir?”
Jim’s laugh grew enough to become a snort, “ Something like that. He’s done this song and dance before.”
Spock’s eyebrow rose at the phrase and Kirk grinned. The first officer opened his mouth to one more time try and convince his captain and friend that the doctor was dead but a low groan made both men snap their heads in the CMO’s direction.
“Jesus had nothing to do with it Bones,”
The resounding snort and muttered curses were the only response Jim received in return. “Ugh, I feel like I chewed on a bunch of pennies,” McCoy grumbled as he slowly sat up.
Kirk screwed up his face, “Pennies?” he asked but Leonard waved a dismissive hand. “Guess that’s what I get for eating a bullet. At least they didn’t aim higher…”
McCoy cracked his neck and back and rolled to his knees so he could get a better look at what was around him. His eyes landed on Spock who was frozen with his mouth slightly ajar. “Ah well fuck, hey Spock,”
McCoy grimaced getting to his feet. “It’s a long, long story Spock I promise to tell it to you once we get off this planet and I have a stiff drink in my hand.”
Kirk scoffed pulling out his phaser and turning it to its strongest setting, “Bones you can’t get drunk,”
McCoy shrugged, “No but a whole bottle of Romulan ale can get me buzzed enough to get through this oncoming conversation.” he said with a sniff. Jim grinned firing his phaser at the ground where McCoy once rested setting fire to the grass and the blood underneath it.
Spock slowly got to his feet, he didn’t take his eyes off of McCoy for a moment. His mind -- for the first time in his life -- was at a standstill.
“You’re gonna need a new uniform...again,” Jim muttered switching out his phaser for his communicator. Leonard looked down at his blood-drenched self and rolled his eyes.
Both the doctor and the Captain ignored the fact that the Vulcan first officer was for the first time utterly speechless.
“Damnit, Jim! I look like I just popped out of Carrie!”
“Oh, good movie. The book was better though.”
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