Intro: Again this fic was requested by the lovely @missmle712.
Pairing: Jim x reader - a little Bones in this part and the next one because I love him.
Word Count: 1980
Summary: In this part the reader goes to get the medication and runs into a little trouble. Jim takes her to see Bones and the reader gets angry. Whoot.
Also: I promise this series is gonna get real angsty and dramatic. Maybe around part 5? I wrote those parts already and I love them. Super angsty. Just wait...
Intro Part 1
-Enjoy!-
You stepped out into the busy streets again in the morning, your mind wandering to a certain pair of blue eyes and blonde hair. You had dreamed fitfully all night about him, recalling a strange amount of detail even though you had only seen him for the first time yesterday. The way he studied you in that cafe, the soft curve of his lips, the angle of his jaw. You tried to shake the images out of your head as you sipped your coffee and strolled to the place where you were to pick up the medication.
You reached your destination, but it was not what you expected. The directions took you into a small, dirty alley behind a flower shop and you now stood in front of a large door that didn't seem to have any door knobs or handles.
You knocked on the rust-covered door three times, a sudden chill rushing down your spine.
You began to think that no one is going to answer and you would be left out here in the alley alone, but finally the door creaks open.
"What do you want?" A gruff voice sounds from the other side of the door.
"Oh!" You scramble for your papers and present them to him, "I have a requisition order from my planet for a few..."
He snatches the papers from you and slams the door shut. You look around incredulously, confused at his actions. You wait a moment before you raise your hand to knock again, but before you get the chance the door swings open, hitting your outstretched fist and sending you wheeling backwards.
A different man steps out of the door, this one extremely tall and slender, dressed in an immaculately cut suit. His dark eyes bore holes in your soul.
"Where did you get these papers?" The giant's voice was deep and if his plan was to intimidate you, it was working.
You swallowed back fear and you composed yourself, "I...I... my village leader gave them to me."
His gaze down your body and up again and you suddenly felt very exposed, "Hmmmm..."
You stood your ground, pulling your chest up and clutching your hands into fists at your side, "All I am asking is for the medications that are on that requisition letter and I will be on my way. Please."
His solemn face stretched impossibly into a smile, sending chills down your spine.
"Little girl, I do not think you know with whom you are dealing with." He grabbed your arm suddenly, his giant hand encircling your bicep with ease, "Now I don't know anything about your medications, but I do have a requisition for something as well. And I intend to fulfill it."
That was the last straw. You screamed at the top of your lungs and struck his arm as hard as you could, but he was too strong, to large. He loomed over you with that creepy smile and you screamed again, suddenly becoming dead weight to see if you could get him to drop you. Terror flooded your veins as he dragged you up with ease, still only with his grasp on your arm, so you were dangling by your shoulder joint. Now you yelped in pain and kicked out at him, trying in vain to connect with anything solid.
He turned around, pulling you with him and suddenly there was a flash of green and you dropped to hard ground, rolling quickly out of the giant's grasp. You crab-walked backwards a few steps, your breath laboured and ragged, the air stinging your lungs, and you saw the crumpled giant form that was your assailant.
You looked around, confused, pressing your back to the alley wall and finally your gaze settled on a form that emerged from the shadows. It was the blonde-haired man from the coffee shop. The one that you had the dreams about. He strode quickly over to you, his phaser pointed at the giant. That must have been what knocked the man out, a phaser beam. He looked quickly back and forth from you to the giant, as if simultaneously checking to make sure you were alright and that the giant stayed down. He noticed you staring at the phaser.
"Sometimes when the person is larger, one stun beam doesn't keep 'em down." He glanced again at the giant, seemingly assured that he was staying down, and holstered the phaser, "But that seems to have done the trick."
His full attention was on you now. You felt your eyes still wide with fear and your mouth was open in shock at the series of events. The man kneeled down beside you now, bringing his blue eyes level with yours.
"Are you alright?" He gestured to your shoulder, "He grabbed you pretty hard."
You managed a nod, but your shoulder was aching terribly.
"Come on, we should get out of here, someone must have heard your screams and probably called the cops." He nudged you and you stood with his help, still a little wobbly on your feet and you grabbed his arm momentarily for support.
You pulled away, the same feeling that you had felt when you had seen first him in the coffee shop flooding through you again as your skin brushed his.
"Shouldn't we report this?" You stuttered, rubbing your arm gently.
"Yeah, but I think it will look pretty bad with me and my phaser and that guy on the ground. We can report it later, once we take a look at that shoulder." He explained, pulling you gently down the alley and back to the main street.
Something in his tone made you wonder if there was another reason why he wasn't sticking around, but you were more than happy to not have to talk to any cops at the moment, as your nerves were still rattled.
You followed the man through the streets, quickly getting lost in the crowd, his hand never leaving your elbow, directing you quickly around people and corners. You grew more and more irritated of his assumption that you would just happily follow him around, this stranger that you had only met today.
He pulled you into a small office building that held a sign for a doctor's office on the outside. Walking straight past the people waiting in the waiting room, you felt kind of guilty but you were no match for the man's determined pace. You were directed into a small office, basically shoved in there, the man following close behind, and you were faced with another man, this one with dark hair and brown eyes, and the name tag on the desk said "Dr. Leonard H. McCoy".
The doctor looked startled at the sudden appearance of people in his office, but when he locked eyes with the blonde-haired man, he let out a groan.
"Jim, what the hell are you doing here?" Dr. McCoy got up from his desk and strode over to the other man, who you assumed was named Jim, looking very stern, "And who is sh..."
The doctor started but cut himself off when he looked at you. His eyes grew wide and his mouth seemed to be malfunctioning as it opened and closed randomly. Jim grabbed Dr. McCoy's arm tightly, and indicated with his head towards the door. Jim half-dragged Dr. McCoy out the door leaving you standing in the small, non-descript office, alone.
You heard stiffled yelling from the two men outside the door, and only caught every other word that they said.
"It's not..." Dr. McCoy argued. "But just..." Jim countered. "...not possible." Dr. McCoy stated firmly.
You jumped away from the door as it was opened by Dr. McCoy and the two men reemerged.
"Sorry about that, Jim just likes being very rude most of the time. I'm Dr. McCoy, but you can call me Leonard." The handsome doctor extended his hand and you took it, wincing as the movement sent a sharp pain through your shoulder.
"Y/N." You responded, rubbing at your sore shoulder.
You heard Jim let out a garbled squeak and met his eyes, his face flush and his mouth open.
"Jim, you don't look so good, why don't you take a seat?" Leonard glared at Jim, hard, until Jim backed into the chair and sat down with a thump.
"Listen, doctor, this really isn't necessary, I better get going and contact my planet to tell them what happened, they'd be expecting communication by now..." You rambled, pulling away from Leonard's gentle fingers that were examining your shoulder.
"NO!" Jim jumped up from the chair, and seemed to correct his sudden outburst as his next words were more controlled, "I mean, you were just attacked, you may not be safe out there. You can come stay with me and Eve until we sort all this out."
"We?" You nearly exploded on him, "Excuse me, but there is no "we" here. I am eternally grateful that you saved me back there, but this is not your decision to make. Whatever they want, they are after me, not you."
Jim started to interject but you cut him off, "Now maybe if you had thought for a second to tell me who you are, and why you followed me into that alley, maybe then I would trust you a little more. But you didn't even work up the decency to tell me your name before you whisked me off 'oh-so-herocially' to wherever the hell we are. Now, Jim who-ever-you-are, I am going now and if you try to follow me I will call the cops."
The room had gone silent, and Leonard just looked back and forth between the two of you.
"I thought..."Jim stuttered.
"You thought wrong." You spat as you swung the door open and stalked out of the office.
Jim:
Bones didn't believe me.
"It's her." I assured, desperately wanting my best friend to understand.
Bones closed the door to his office as we stepped into the hallway, leaving you inside, and strode up to me, glaring.
"It can't be, Jim, you know that." Bones argued.
"But don't you see her? Who else could it be?"
"Literally anybody else." Bones hissed, trying to get you to come to your senses, "It's. Not. Her."
I couldn't believe he would not have my back on this when it was so obviously you standing in that office.
"But just hear me out, Bones." I snapped and pulled out the locket that I had found on the ground outside the cafe yesterday, "Do you recognize this?"
Bones regarded the locket as if I had pulled a dead rat out of my pocket, like he was disgusted.
"It's not possible." Bones grabbed my shoulders, his eyes pleading with mine, "She's dead, Jim. I know how much it pains you to accept that, but I've seen you move on, you've recovered. Jim, the woman in there is not her."
I couldn't bear to look at Bones anymore and I pulled away from his grip, glowering at him and he turned to go back into his office.
"I thought it was you who said to see hope in the impossible." I whispered.
Bones gave me a sad look, his hand resting on the doorknob, "That was Spock, you idiot, don't be so melodramatic."
And for a moment, as Bones re-entered the office and I was left in the hallway, alone, I doubted myself. Maybe I was wrong. You were gone and I had to face that, like I had every other day for the past three years. But when I walked into that office and saw you again all of that logic shattered.
It couldn't be anyone else but you.
-Thanks for reading! I hope you liked it!-
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