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tigriswolfTitle: I got my finger on the trigger
Fandom: Doom/Star Trek reboot
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Springsteen.
Warnings: spoilers for both films; AU for Trek
Pairings: pre-Bones/Jim
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 640
Point of view: third
“I was born,” Bones says quietly, a bottle of whiskey in his hand, “over two hundred years ago.”
"Were you born able to stop a Vulcan in his tracks?" Jim asks seriously. Why he doesn’t mention the two-hundred-years part, Bones has no idea.
He shakes his head. "I was born normal. I was gonna be a scientist, like my parents, but there was an accident." He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath. It still hurts to think about that day. "Me and Sam—my twin—went back to Earth. We were raised by relatives."
He takes another gulp of his whiskey, passing the bottle over to Jim when he gestures for it. "Sam decided to follow in their footsteps. I joined the Marines and became special Special Forces." He holds out his hand and Jim gives him back the bottle. “Sam went on a dig on Mars and an experiment got out of control. My team and I were sent to retrieve the scientists and data, and eradicate the threat.” He gulps down more whiskey. Jim just keeps looking at him, head tilted. Bones doesn’t know what he’s thinking.
“Out of everyone on Mars, Sam was the only one who survived.”
At that, Jim starts, eyes widening. “But—” he says. “Bones, you’re here.”
Bones nods, lowering his gaze to the floor. “The experiment,” he says. “The one that got outta control—Sam injected me with it to save my life. I was dying; I know I died. But the C-24…” He takes a deep breath. “I’m faster, stronger, got better senses, and heal way more quickly than any human.”
Jim stares at him, blinks a few times, and then says, “Run that by me again.”
Sighing, Bones looks back up. “I’m pretty much immortal, Jim. I’m as physically strong as a Vulcan, but faster, with better hearing and eyesight.”
Biting his lip, Jim just stares at him. Bones does not fidget or look down. Moments pass and Bones lets Jim take his time, not fidgeting or blinking or—and finally, Jim slowly smiles. “Show me,” he says, and Bones knows everything will be fine.
o0o
Jim is given the Enterprise, of course; no other ship would do for the golden boy of the galaxy. The first thing he does is ask Bones to be Chief Medical Officer.
Bones raises an eyebrow. “Who else could be trusted to look after you?” he demands.
Grinning, Jim slaps him on the back.
o0o
At night, when he dreams, it is always the Sarge from before Olduvai that he sees. His best friend, his brother, the one person outside of his family that he ever really cared about. Sarge had understood him in ways even Sam hadn’t.
Even now, over two centuries after both their deaths, John misses them. Reaper misses them.
Bones doesn’t. Bones has Jim and the crew and the stars he never cared about until Jim spent hours lying on the grass with him, telling him the stories that made them beautiful.
o0o
Bones expects someone to confront him for that scene on the bridge. If not Starfleet, then Spock or Uhura. Too many people witnessed it for it be ignored.
But it is ignored. No one except Jim ever brings it up.
Until five weeks into their mission, when Spock approaches him in his office and requests a sparring session.
“You want to spar with me?” Bones asks. “Really?”
“Dr. McCoy,” Spock says. “From what I deduced of our interaction during—”
Bones interrupts him, “When are you free?”
o0o
Bones knows that he isn’t that likely to do any permanent harm to Spock. He’s faster with more experience, but this isn’t life or death. This is just letting off steam for him, and—well, he doesn’t know what it is for Spock.
He shifts his stance, letting Reaper out to play, and grins.
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Date: 2009-07-31 03:16 pm (UTC)And I heart the title SO MUCH.
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Date: 2009-07-31 06:20 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-07-31 03:26 pm (UTC)I mean.
Good job. :)
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Date: 2009-07-31 06:38 pm (UTC)Thank you for reading!
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Date: 2009-07-31 03:57 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-07-31 06:39 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-07-31 05:44 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-07-31 06:44 pm (UTC)I do wish it had been longer, but I just couldn't think of what else to add.
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Date: 2009-07-31 06:58 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-07-31 09:53 pm (UTC)I love this sentence <3
Hope you'll write more of this verse because is very good and leave you craving more. ;)
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Date: 2009-08-01 01:17 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-08-01 06:36 am (UTC)I love that Jim's so accepting of everything and the little insight of how Jim showed him the beauty of the stars.
He shifts his stance, letting Reaper out to play, and grins.
I grinned too when I read that. I hope you're planning on letting Reaper play more often.
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Date: 2009-08-01 01:18 pm (UTC)Thank you for reading!
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Date: 2009-10-16 03:49 am (UTC)and some Jim/Bones and Bones/Jim action too (if you know what I mean...)
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Date: 2009-10-16 12:38 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2010-10-28 05:13 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-10-28 08:15 pm (UTC)I really do wish this had been longer, but it just wasn't working out.
How long till you write a Reaper!Bones fic?
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Date: 2011-07-25 09:42 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-07-26 03:20 pm (UTC)