Fic: Dark Angel
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miss_m_cricketTitle: Dark Angel
Rating: R
Warnings: Attempted Sexual Assault
Summary: Jim goes missing from the bar they are at and Reaper emerges to go look for him.
Original Prompt: Hmmm, I'm unusually fond of the Doom/Star Trek x-overs that have been popping up, but, barring that, I'm good with anything Action/Adventure/Romance with either UST or plain old tension for whatever reason.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything to do with Doom or Star Trek
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kbficexchange. Not sure who prompted this but hey! Whoever you are, enjoy!
Dark Angel
Perhaps he had had one drink too many, Jim thought, blinking hazily at the now empty glass before him.
Really though, the only thing to do after an exam was to get totally pissed and wake up the next morning with a blinding headache to remind you of how alive you really were.
Well that was his theory anyway. He knew others shared his opinion; half of campus seemed to be here in this pub alone. All wanting to drown their sorrows away.
Jim snorted miserably and signalled the barman for another whiskey. Best to get on with it.
“’Ello gorgeous.” An unfamiliar male voice grated into his ear.
Startled, Jim turned on his stool to face a young man with dark spiked hair and a pair of grey blue eyes, which were fixed unflinchingly on the young Cadet’s face.
Then the man smirked and Jim felt a hand close around his wrist.
Jim Kirk blinked bemusedly down at the hand around his wrist. His common sense, half drowned in whiskey, was screaming something at him. The problem was: he didn’t know what.
The strangers smirk widened perceptibly and his other hand began to creep up Jim's leg.
Now he was sure something was wrong.
Sluggishly and perhaps a little belatedly he tried to kick his mind into gear.
“No…” he slurred, pushing feebly at the hand and hoping that the man attached to the hand would get the picture; that he wasn’t interested, and leave him alone.
Soft snickers reached his ear from the stranger which told him sadly that his hopes just weren’t going to happen.
The man’s arm slipped around Jim’s waist and hoisted him to his feet.
As he was stumblingly led from the pub into the dark road beyond, Jim realised through his drunken fog that he was in really deep trouble this time.
~*~
Leonard McCoy swore viciously.
He had only been distracted for five minutes at the most and of course those had to be the five minutes that Jim had to go missing from the pub.
With a mumbled apology to a friend, who blinked in confusion, Bones made his way to the bar and signalled the bartender.
“What can I do for you mate?” the man drawled, filling a glass of vodka and orange and passing it to a young woman on Bones’s left.
“I was just wondering if you had happened to see where the young man who was sitting here went? You know,” he continued as the man frowned, “blonde, good-looking, and sculling down whiskey like his life depended on it?”
The man’s face cleared and he nodded.
“He was taken outside by a man, presumably a mate of his, a couple of minutes ago.”
“Can you describe him for me? The man who took him?”
Bones’s heart lurched as the bartender described the man who had taken Jim. One thing was for certain, he was not one of their Cadet friends and suddenly he had a horrible sinking feeling in his stomach. Instincts long buried through the fog of time and painful memories stirred into life. Reaper rose to the surface of Bones mind, not quite taking over yet, but ready in case he was needed.
Thanking the barman Bones pushed through the crowd and made his way quickly to the door, hoping against hope that he wasn’t too late.
~*~
The bricks were cold against his back, wrong.
The smell of the man against him was wrong.
The body pinning him to the wall was wrong.
The eyes looking back at him were wrong.
WRONG, WRONG, WRONG!
Jim began to struggle, desperate to get away from this situation which even his poor alcohol muddled brain realised was spiralling rapidly out of control.
An iron cold hand grabbed his wrists and thrust them over his head.
A rock hard thigh was shoved between his own.
A pale long fingered hand was slipped under his shirt.
Jim tried to lash out, snarling with fear.
“No…” he gritted out.
His captor sneered nastily.
Next second however the man was wrenched away from him and slammed into the wall on the other side of the alley. Jim dazedly slid down the wall and looked up at the scene before him, blinking to bring it all into focus.
Bones was there.
He had the man pinned to the wall and to Jim he looked like some dark avenging angel, terrible and beautiful all at once.
He didn't quite look like his friend: hair was blown back, his hazel green eyes narrowed angrily and he practically radiated fury and hatred.
Jim blinked again and realised that Bones was snarling at the other man. A wordless sound of deep and passionate rage, and the hand wrapped around the man's throat tightened slightly. Jim swallowed, knowing without knowing quite how, that if Bones wanted to, he could crush the man’s windpipe with a minimum of effort.
He had never before seen his best friend this angry.
Bones was grumpy, gruff and quiet and shy. But this Bones was blazing with icy fire and Jim’s assailant looked understandably terrified.
“Now…the question is…what do we do with you..?” Bones growled, his voice dangerous. Jim shivered.
The man whimpered and stuttered and begged and Bones contemptuously turned and threw him to the ground.
“Fuck off!” he snarled and the man scrambled away, without a backwards look.
Bones then turned to Jim and the avenging angel fell away to reveal his best friend, who dropped to his knees beside the sprawled fair haired man.
“Are you okay Jim? He didn’t do anything did he…?” and those gentle Doctor's hands roamed over his body, probing carefully, checking for injury in a way that was so familiar.
Jim reached out and hugged the older man, drawing him close.
“Just take me home Bones. Take me home.”
~*~
Bones glared from under his flopping hair at the pair of blonds at the end of the study room.
Jim was flirting outrageously with some guy called Brett, less than ten meters away from him and it was making his chest hurt in a most uncomfortable way.
A week had passed since that night in the alley and both he and Jim had pretended nothing had happened. So of course the whole campus knew.
Stupid grapevine.
Now watching Brett and Jim flirt like two hormonal teenagers Bones wished, for a moment, that he was young, fit and blond. Maybe then Jim would notice him.
Maybe…
Brett left with a last mischievous wink at the younger blond. Bones scowled and immediately buried his face in his PADD.
Footsteps came over and a soft voice murmured,
“Bones?”
He looked over the rim of his book and raised one eyebrow.
“Yes Kid?”
~*~
Jim had had it up to here with Leonard McCoy.
He could have fallen in love with someone nice and easy and complacent, someone comfortable.
Oh no, the man he had to fall for had to be the most fucking stubborn in the whole fucking Universe.
So he had enlisted a slightly reluctant Brett and begun his plan. Which hadn’t worked.
So it was only right that he lose his temper at some point right?
Right?
Bones’s mouth was open slightly and he seemed kind of dazed as the younger man paced and ranted, reciting a litany of what the older man had done wrong, and the signs he had ignored.
On and on it went, Jim yelling at the older man over and over, leaving Bones grateful that the study room was soundproofed.
Finally he ran out of breath and words and stood still before the dark haired Doctor arms akimbo and glaring.
“Well?” he demanded.
Bones’s face split into a broad grin and he stood, pulling the young man to him and kissing him deeply.
He needed no words.
Jim pulled away panting slightly.
“Wow…” he whispered.
Bones kissed him again.
Rating: R
Warnings: Attempted Sexual Assault
Summary: Jim goes missing from the bar they are at and Reaper emerges to go look for him.
Original Prompt: Hmmm, I'm unusually fond of the Doom/Star Trek x-overs that have been popping up, but, barring that, I'm good with anything Action/Adventure/Romance with either UST or plain old tension for whatever reason.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything to do with Doom or Star Trek
AN: Written for the
kbficexchange. Not sure who prompted this but hey! Whoever you are, enjoy!Dark Angel
Perhaps he had had one drink too many, Jim thought, blinking hazily at the now empty glass before him.
Really though, the only thing to do after an exam was to get totally pissed and wake up the next morning with a blinding headache to remind you of how alive you really were.
Well that was his theory anyway. He knew others shared his opinion; half of campus seemed to be here in this pub alone. All wanting to drown their sorrows away.
Jim snorted miserably and signalled the barman for another whiskey. Best to get on with it.
“’Ello gorgeous.” An unfamiliar male voice grated into his ear.
Startled, Jim turned on his stool to face a young man with dark spiked hair and a pair of grey blue eyes, which were fixed unflinchingly on the young Cadet’s face.
Then the man smirked and Jim felt a hand close around his wrist.
Jim Kirk blinked bemusedly down at the hand around his wrist. His common sense, half drowned in whiskey, was screaming something at him. The problem was: he didn’t know what.
The strangers smirk widened perceptibly and his other hand began to creep up Jim's leg.
Now he was sure something was wrong.
Sluggishly and perhaps a little belatedly he tried to kick his mind into gear.
“No…” he slurred, pushing feebly at the hand and hoping that the man attached to the hand would get the picture; that he wasn’t interested, and leave him alone.
Soft snickers reached his ear from the stranger which told him sadly that his hopes just weren’t going to happen.
The man’s arm slipped around Jim’s waist and hoisted him to his feet.
As he was stumblingly led from the pub into the dark road beyond, Jim realised through his drunken fog that he was in really deep trouble this time.
~*~
Leonard McCoy swore viciously.
He had only been distracted for five minutes at the most and of course those had to be the five minutes that Jim had to go missing from the pub.
With a mumbled apology to a friend, who blinked in confusion, Bones made his way to the bar and signalled the bartender.
“What can I do for you mate?” the man drawled, filling a glass of vodka and orange and passing it to a young woman on Bones’s left.
“I was just wondering if you had happened to see where the young man who was sitting here went? You know,” he continued as the man frowned, “blonde, good-looking, and sculling down whiskey like his life depended on it?”
The man’s face cleared and he nodded.
“He was taken outside by a man, presumably a mate of his, a couple of minutes ago.”
“Can you describe him for me? The man who took him?”
Bones’s heart lurched as the bartender described the man who had taken Jim. One thing was for certain, he was not one of their Cadet friends and suddenly he had a horrible sinking feeling in his stomach. Instincts long buried through the fog of time and painful memories stirred into life. Reaper rose to the surface of Bones mind, not quite taking over yet, but ready in case he was needed.
Thanking the barman Bones pushed through the crowd and made his way quickly to the door, hoping against hope that he wasn’t too late.
~*~
The bricks were cold against his back, wrong.
The smell of the man against him was wrong.
The body pinning him to the wall was wrong.
The eyes looking back at him were wrong.
WRONG, WRONG, WRONG!
Jim began to struggle, desperate to get away from this situation which even his poor alcohol muddled brain realised was spiralling rapidly out of control.
An iron cold hand grabbed his wrists and thrust them over his head.
A rock hard thigh was shoved between his own.
A pale long fingered hand was slipped under his shirt.
Jim tried to lash out, snarling with fear.
“No…” he gritted out.
His captor sneered nastily.
Next second however the man was wrenched away from him and slammed into the wall on the other side of the alley. Jim dazedly slid down the wall and looked up at the scene before him, blinking to bring it all into focus.
Bones was there.
He had the man pinned to the wall and to Jim he looked like some dark avenging angel, terrible and beautiful all at once.
He didn't quite look like his friend: hair was blown back, his hazel green eyes narrowed angrily and he practically radiated fury and hatred.
Jim blinked again and realised that Bones was snarling at the other man. A wordless sound of deep and passionate rage, and the hand wrapped around the man's throat tightened slightly. Jim swallowed, knowing without knowing quite how, that if Bones wanted to, he could crush the man’s windpipe with a minimum of effort.
He had never before seen his best friend this angry.
Bones was grumpy, gruff and quiet and shy. But this Bones was blazing with icy fire and Jim’s assailant looked understandably terrified.
“Now…the question is…what do we do with you..?” Bones growled, his voice dangerous. Jim shivered.
The man whimpered and stuttered and begged and Bones contemptuously turned and threw him to the ground.
“Fuck off!” he snarled and the man scrambled away, without a backwards look.
Bones then turned to Jim and the avenging angel fell away to reveal his best friend, who dropped to his knees beside the sprawled fair haired man.
“Are you okay Jim? He didn’t do anything did he…?” and those gentle Doctor's hands roamed over his body, probing carefully, checking for injury in a way that was so familiar.
Jim reached out and hugged the older man, drawing him close.
“Just take me home Bones. Take me home.”
~*~
Bones glared from under his flopping hair at the pair of blonds at the end of the study room.
Jim was flirting outrageously with some guy called Brett, less than ten meters away from him and it was making his chest hurt in a most uncomfortable way.
A week had passed since that night in the alley and both he and Jim had pretended nothing had happened. So of course the whole campus knew.
Stupid grapevine.
Now watching Brett and Jim flirt like two hormonal teenagers Bones wished, for a moment, that he was young, fit and blond. Maybe then Jim would notice him.
Maybe…
Brett left with a last mischievous wink at the younger blond. Bones scowled and immediately buried his face in his PADD.
Footsteps came over and a soft voice murmured,
“Bones?”
He looked over the rim of his book and raised one eyebrow.
“Yes Kid?”
~*~
Jim had had it up to here with Leonard McCoy.
He could have fallen in love with someone nice and easy and complacent, someone comfortable.
Oh no, the man he had to fall for had to be the most fucking stubborn in the whole fucking Universe.
So he had enlisted a slightly reluctant Brett and begun his plan. Which hadn’t worked.
So it was only right that he lose his temper at some point right?
Right?
Bones’s mouth was open slightly and he seemed kind of dazed as the younger man paced and ranted, reciting a litany of what the older man had done wrong, and the signs he had ignored.
On and on it went, Jim yelling at the older man over and over, leaving Bones grateful that the study room was soundproofed.
Finally he ran out of breath and words and stood still before the dark haired Doctor arms akimbo and glaring.
“Well?” he demanded.
Bones’s face split into a broad grin and he stood, pulling the young man to him and kissing him deeply.
He needed no words.
Jim pulled away panting slightly.
“Wow…” he whispered.
Bones kissed him again.
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Date: 2009-10-21 09:25 am (UTC)Startled, Jim turned on his stool to face a young man with dark spiked hair and a pair of grey blue eyes, which were fixed unflinchingly on the young Cadet’s face.
This reminded me of Zak from Final Fantasty 7. xD
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Date: 2009-10-21 04:23 pm (UTC)Very nice.
~Alice~
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Date: 2009-10-21 11:32 pm (UTC)Bones wished, for a moment, that he was young, fit and blond.
D'aww, silly Bones, you are fit, but young and blond wasn't exactly your best look... xD
I continue to not have a KU icon. WTF is this?
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Date: 2009-10-22 06:38 pm (UTC)Jealous!Reaper!Bones - it's like all my birthdays rolled into one :)