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[captainkirkmccoy]

He wasn't really running away. 

But after Grandpa Tiberius, and Frank, Sam leaving and fucking Tarsus, he had no desire to be near Earth that was and the memory of everyone and everything that had left him behind. 

So when the Firefly class transport ship stopped on the gorram rock he was currently calling home, he knew not to look a gift ship in the mouth. 

"You looking to get some place, kid?" The man, tacky magenta shirt and browncoat getting dusty as a nasty wind carried by. Didn't look to phase the man. 

"Just hoping for a ride." Jim readjusted the strap of the napsack he carried, mostly full of books and a few pieces of clothes. Everything else could rot in the empty farmhouse in Iowa. 

The man looked him up and down and Jim braced for the leer he knew could quite easily come from a situation like this. He swallowed the sour taste in the back of his throat. "You got folks? Anyone missing you? Look a bit young-."

"I'm old enough to know when to leave." Jim told him. "And I've got money. You gonna let me board or not?"

Man chuckled. "You'll do. Name's Mal Reynolds, I'm the Captain of Serenity." He reached out his hand and Jim only stared for a few seconds before shaking it. 

"Jim. Jim Kirk."

The captain jerked his head to the ship and Jim walked up the ramp to what looked like a small cargo bay. 

"Now wait a gorram minute Mal, we can't be taking on any more infants." A bearded man said, with what looked to an actual pout on his features. 

"Jayne. Shut your mouth, will you?" Mal said, walking past Jim to help another blonde haired man with some cargo. 

"Between the girl, Doc Wanna Be and this new kid, we'll have three youngsters on board and you know how I feel about that." The man called Jayne sat down on some cargo and scratched at his head. 

"I guess that makes me Doc Wanna Be." A southern voice said beside Jim. 

Jim stiffened, hating himself for not realizing someone was so close. He relaxed his position enough to turn around, giving the newcomer an easy grin. "Well, it's better than the kid."

"Guess so." The guy, not much older than Jim himself said. He was scruffy looking, probably looked about as well as Jim felt. He was fitted with layers of flannel and wore a similar browncoat that Mal had on. And his eyes were a deep honey brown that Jim was most definitely not in love with at first sight. The accent didn't help. 

Before he could respond, a face appeared between them. Hot southern guy actually yelled and Jim drew back before realizing that it was a girl around their age. "Your eyes. They're blue. Not the same as the hands of blue. Sadder."

She was hanging by her legs, curled around the poles of the upper walkway. 

She laughed as she swung down, running off on bare feet. 

"Welcome aboard." 

[captainkirkmccoy]

There wasn't anything Jim loved more than Leo McCoy, except Joey, of course. 

They grew up with the Thoroughbred. Jim and Bones fought Winona the day she wanted to sell the foal at the market, wanting nothing left of George's and the foal that came from his favorite horse was supposed to be his prize. 

But when she saw the look on the boy's faces, watched them from the window of the cottage every morning as they took Joey to the fields, she knew she couldn't sell him. 

She just wanted what was best for Jim. Who looked so much like her dead war hero husband, gone in the Boer War. She just wanted what was best for him. For them. 

So when the soldiers came calling for horses, she had to sell Joey. 

"Please ma'am. Please don't." Leo McCoy asked, hand on Joey's back. She had walked him to down herself, wouldn't dare ride him. And he had pulled away from her the whole trip. Only calmed when Leo came. 

"I have to," She said. And looked away sharply before any tears would fall. She wouldn't let them. She had to do this. 

"I'll buy him!" Leo said, slamming his hands quickly into the pockets of his threadbare slacks. 

"Leonard McCoy you put your money away. There's a war on and I'll do my part."

"But Jim-"

Jim would be fine. Her son was strong. And so she led Joey into town where Captain James Nicholls was set to buy him. 

And that's how Jim found them. Leo, wearing down his lip as he bit into it and grumbling under his breath, Winona with her hand clenched around the guineas and Captain Nicholls, with a good grip on Joey's reins. 

"Mom! What're you doing? Please-"

He stumbled into the square, his hair as wild as his bright blue eyes. Dirt was smeared on his cheek from when he had been mucking out the stalls earlier. She had left him to that when she took Joey from the field and brought him into town. 

"Jimmy, sweetheart-" She reached out to touch his cheek, to wipe away the dirt and to offer what little comfort she could share. 

"No. Mom, please. Don't. Sir, this horse is not for sale."

"James, is it? I promise I will take extraordinary care of your horse-"

"Joey." Leo interjected. 

"Of Joey. I swear that if I can, I will return him to you."

Jim stared at the Captain and than at Leo, who shook his head the smallest bit. 

"If Joey's going to war, than so am I." Jim said. 

Beside her, Leonard McCoy sighed. 

"Son, please, don't make this harder on yourself. Your horse will be in the best of hands."

She doesn't know how but Jim acquiesces. Leo leads him away, probably to the McCoy house and Jim doesn't speak to her again. 

In the two years that follow, it seems that her son says only a few words at a time. 

And then he announces that he's going to fight in this Great War. And that Leo McCoy is going with him. 

And she remembers her husband, proud as he lined up in the square with the other man, as they marched to what would be their deaths. And she thinks of what she's heard of the conditions and the trenches. 

"I'll be back, Ma." He says. "With Bones. And Joey." And he kisses her on the cheek. 

And he's gone.

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[captainkirkmccoy]

“This is where it all begins, Bones. Everything starts here, today.”

Jim swings Bones' hand as they walk up the mountain on July 15th, St. Swithun's Day. It's also the day after their graduation from university. 

"Does it?"

Leo, newly christened Bones, has no idea what he's doing. Walking up a mountain in the glorious morning after of a drunken night with Jim Fucking Kirk. The man he always thought to be the love of his life if he had only the courage to say hello. And the night of his graduation, he did. 

And suddenly Leo can see it. His whole life holding hands with Jim Kirk. On the many St. Swithun's days to come.

Jim's hair is a straw color in the sun and his eyes are the brightest blue. His grin is infectious and even this day, this day that is so on the threshold between so many things, pales in comparison to Jim's grin. 

Bones pulls their hands up to his mouth and kisses Jim's knuckles, caught up in it all. 

"Whatever happens tomorrow, we had today; and I'll always remember it.” Bones says as they crest the top of the mountain and the view is spectacular. He can see their future from the top. Too bright and just beyond the sun. 

Jim squeezes his hand and bites his lip, as if he can see it too. 

-

The quotes come from David Nicholls' amazing novel One Day. And there will be more of this.

[captainkirkmccoy]

What most people don't know about USA Olympic hockey players Jim Kirk and Leonard McCoy is that they met (and fell in love) on the ice.

 Leo really had no intention of joining Chris Pike's hockey team, he tell reporters later. He had just come to the Riverside ice rink for a quick warmup, having never skated on an outside rink before. He remembered sitting on a wooden bench carved with names and hearts, taking his time lacing his skates. Above the collection of rentals and lockers was a framed photograph of a handsome blonde man next to a framed signed USA hockey jersey. This was George Kirk's town, his rink. George Kirk, famed center of the US Hockey Team. Tragic hero in the eyes of American sports fans, especially in every article that was released right around the Olympics.

Little known fact about Jim, his warmup song is "Smells Like Teen Spirit." He skates to it on repeat, slamming his stick into the ice after miming a guitar solo. When Bones first stepped on the ice that day in Riverside, it was blaring out of the overhead speakers. 

Jim would say that he gracefully skated up to Bones, the only other person on the ice, and introduce himself. Bones would always correct him with a roll of his eyes, "No, the kid fell down in front of me."

"I fell for you, Bones." Jim would say. 

The reporters loved this line. It was quoted in every major newspaper and magazine. Bones would grumble, rolling up the paper and tossing it at Jim's head for good measure. 

Jim was always falling in a game. Like on that day, Jim fell without a fear of it. He was born to skate and knew as well as anyone what the consequences of a bad fall was. It was something that always made Bones ridiculously anxious and all awed. Jim wasn't afraid and it made him fly over the ice. 

Later, after they compared the size of their hockey sticks and shot styles (even if Bones played goalie most of the time, Jim was curious), Jim introduced Bones to Chris Pike, who made the offer for Bones to join the team. They needed a goalie and Pike had watched the two play. Anyone who could keep up with Jim deserved a spot on the team.

Bones sometimes wonders what would have happened had he said no. If he walked away from hockey for good. It's too bizarre of a thought though, and usually gets pretty quickly, usually in favor of thinking of Jim. 

And so that's the story. The one that led to the wins, the Gold, and of course, the romance. 

[theophages]

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