cordelianne: (Star Trek Kirk/McCoy Eyeroll)
I'm in the midst of this Kirk/McCoy fic and since it seems to be expanding, I thought I'd start posting what I have while I keep writing away! More will be coming very soon!! :D

Title: The Best (Laid) Plans
Author: [personal profile] cordelianne
Chapter: 1/2
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Rating: Mature
Warnings: The results of boredom, sloppy smiles, skepticism.
Summary: Set pre-movie (so minimal movie spoilers). Bones is laughing at him. He knows it. Maybe not out loud, but in his head. Jim doesn’t have to take this.
Disclaimer: So not mine. I sadly own nothing.
Note: Thanks to [ profile] savoytruffle for the awesome beta and encouragement!

Making it through the Academy is no easy feat. And making it through in three years? You have to be crazy.

Good thing Jim is.

Crazy with no home to go back to during breaks helps. (Or no home he wants to go back to.) Because then Jim’s so bored he’ll actually study and get fucking extra credits.

See what boredom does to a guy?

He says this to Bones, who demonstrates his lack of sympathy with a snort.

Jim throws back his drink, slams the empty glass down and then sighs as mournfully as possible.

“Damn it Jim, I’m a doctor not your sugar daddy. You want more, you pay.” Bones sips his drink as if he’s never going to need more.

Fine, see if he buys Bones another drink.

He does.

Stupid drunk brain.

Bones is laughing at him. He knows it. Maybe not out loud, but in his head. Jim doesn’t have to take this.

He stands up.

And wishes he hadn’t. The world’s all weird and tilting and he’s starting to –

“Sit down before you pass out.” Bones shoves him back in his chair. “I’m not carrying you home… again.” And for good measure, and because he’s Bones, he adds, “Idiot.”

Jim smiles at Bones. He suspects it’s a sloppy smile but he doesn’t care, it’s all about flashing the pearly whites and working his magic.

Which never works on Bones so it’s no surprise that tonight is no exception. Even though the bar is basically deserted and no one would see a crack in Bones’ cynical persona.

They drink for a few more minutes and Jim tries to count how many Academy breaks he and Bones have had together. He gets lost around six and decides the answer is every single one of them.

It’s not a break without Bones, no matter how cranky or bitter or just plain crusty he is.

The bitter has at least waned in the past year. The divorce seems to have lost its sting and Bones has become less of a functional alcoholic and more of a functional person. But he will still kick back and drink, which Jim appreciates - he needs a wingman.

Plus, it’s not half bad having Bones as company.

Even company who’s currently bitching about the godawful music and godawful food in this godawful place.

“Come on, Bones.” He experiments with tipping back in his chair – too tippy – so he rests his elbows on the table instead. “Soak it in, a few more months and you’ll be missing the hell out of this place.”

“Damn it, Jim.” Bones scowls, clearly imagining exactly what awaits him.

Jim doesn’t get why Bones always accuses him of not looking before he leaps. Bones hates space and ships and signed up for Starfleet anyway.

Sometimes he just doesn’t get the guy.

Which is weird, because he’s probably the only one who does get Bones and doesn’t think he’s some bitter alcoholic who happens to be a brilliant doctor so can get away with it. He should really bug Bones about this – considering Bones always complains that Jim could charm his way out of a black hole.

“You know, Bones,” he starts, looking him in the eye. Huh, Bones looks kinda, well the only word for it is sad. But then the look is gone and he looks like his usual grumpy self. But Jim has already changed tracks and he’s sticking with his new train even though he knows next to nothing about train travel, “What we need is to go back to my place and have some real fun.”

“Doing what exactly?” Bones’ skepticism is blatant.

“Can’t say.” Jim can’t say because he’s just letting the words tumble out of his mouth. At least he’s good with skepticism, especially Bones’. “You don’t want me to ruin the surprise, do you?”

He stands up and doesn’t sway. “Come on.” Jim leans over and pulls a – mostly non-resistant – Bones from his seat.

Jim keeps an arm slung over Bones’ shoulder on the way back to keep them from staggering all over the place and to keep Bones with the plan.

Sure there is no plan, but that’s okay with Jim.

He doesn’t need plans, he’s good on his feet.

Except when he’s drunk and there’s a comfy surface nearby. He tumbles off his feet and onto his bed pulling Bones with him.

Continues HERE

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