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miss_m_cricketTitle: Five Times Reaper Saved Jim, and the One Time Jim Saved Him.
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Fandom: Star Trek Reboot!/Doom Crossover
Rating: pg-13
Pairing: Reaper!Bones/Jim Kirk
Disclaimer: Don't own anything at all...
Summary: So here he was; a soothing glass of bourbon in his hand and mulling over everything crappy in his life that had led him to this point. Fucking depressing..
Five Times Reaper Saved Jim, and the One Time Jim Saved Him.
One.
Leonard McCoy, a man formerly known as John “Reaper” Grimm, sat at the bar on the edge of the Starfleet campus and sipped his bourbon moodily.
He should have known that joining Starfleet would end up being a fucking mistake. Today had been a practical technology workshop, in which the whole class was subjected to being transported from one location to another, as well as given a crash course in the general layouts of most Starships. The transporter had almost made him lose it, too much like the Ark travel to keep Reaper down.
So here he was; a soothing glass of bourbon in his hand and mulling over everything crappy in his life that had led him to this point. Fucking depressing.
Raised voices and a crashing sound drew him out of his reverie and he twisted on his barstool to look around at the cause of the ruckus. There in the middle of the floor was the kid from the Shuttle to Starfleet, Jim Kirk, fighting like his life depended on it. Leonard McCoy would have left the kid to it, but Reaper’s sharp eyes fixed on the younger man’s five opponents and the knife that one of them had pulled out of his belt.
Kirk hadn’t seen the knife, he was parrying blows to his head and chest from two of the other brutes, and the knife wielder was moving around to come at the blond man from behind. Reaper’s eyebrows snapped together and he got up fluidly from his seat.
If there was one thing he hated, it was backstabbing bastards.
The man raised his arm to stick Kirk in the back, aiming for between the shoulder-blades, when a hand flashed into view, grabbing his wrist and wrenching it. The sounds of bones shattering, along with the counterpoint of the man’s screaming, made the fight pause and Kirk and his assailants turn to look at the dark haired man, who let his victim drop to the floor contemptuously.
Recognition flashed in Kirk’s bright blue eyes, morphing into respect and understanding as they ran over the sobbing man on the floor, who clutched his wrist, and the knife lying there now forgotten. As Reaper turned away, moving back to the bar, Kirk followed, the fight effectively diffused as the men tried to tend to their friend.
“McCoy, right?” The young man said, blue eyes practically glowing in the dim light of the pub. “I remember you…”
“I remember too.” Reaper grunted, “Not every day I almost throw up on someone.” The shuttle had reminded him too much of the RRTS chopper, sending him nauseating flashbacks of a time he would much rather forget.
There was silence for a few moments as Kirk got a beer and sat himself down beside Reaper.
“So..um…thanks man, for before…”
“Kirk,” Reaper sighed, looking at the younger man through one hazel green eye, “Just ‘cause I helped you out, doesn’t mean we have to be friends, alright?”
Kirk grinned at him, a dazzling smile.
“I’m going to call you Bones.”
Reaper grumbled, but didn’t really protest.
Two.
The Captain’s ready room was dark and quiet but Reaper’s sharp eyes made out the shape slumped against the wall, knees tucked protectively up against its chest. He sighed softly and made his way over to the other man, sitting beside him with a low grunt.
He didn’t say anything and Jim, staring at the glass in his hand, didn’t say anything either. He just drew in a great shuddering breath that seemed to ripple from his toes to the top of his golden head. Finally the silence stretched too long and Reaper looked at his young friend.
“Jim…”
“It was my fault Bones.” Jim’s voice was choked, slightly raspy in his throat. “She’s dead because I wasn’t quick enough. I’m a murderer.”
“The first time I lost someone on my operating table,” Reaper didn’t look at Jim, at the blank wall across the room, but he knew that Jim’s head had turned slightly and those blue eyes were watching him. Jim was listening, “It was the first time I was ever really scared. Someone’s life was in my hands, his survival depended on me and my skills.”
Silence returned for long moments and then Reaper sighed, looking at Jim, meeting those sad blue eyes head on. “He died, and I blamed myself.”
“It wasn’t your fault.” Jim said softly.
“No it wasn’t. Just like Yeoman Steven’s death wasn’t yours. We all make choices Jim, and wondering what if can drive you insane. We can grieve, we can cry, we can rage against the world, but we can’t let it break us.”
Jim didn’t say anything but Reaper felt him shift slightly so that he was pressed up against the Doctor’s side. The dark haired man didn’t say anything, just accepted the contact as something Jim needed.
After a moment he lifted his arm and dropped it around Jim’s shoulders, holding him close. In his mind, echoing through the ages, he could hear his sister’s voice, low and lullaby like. Half aware of it, he spoke her words aloud.
“Grant me the serenity, to accept the things I cannot change; Courage to change the things I can; and wisdom to know the difference.”
“Amen.” Jim murmured, and rested his head against Reaper’s shoulder.
Three.
They sat there in the cell, staring at each other, knowing what was coming. Torture, death, and the horror of knowing that your friend would die, before or after you.
Reaper had prowled the entire cell, had attempted to break down the door, smash the window bars. But nothing had worked. So they were stuck here, stuck here waiting to die.
“I think we have five minutes.” Jim sighed, leaning his head back against the rough stone wall, “I think about ten have passed by now.”
“You will have longer than that,” Reaper growled, standing once more and pacing. “Spock will be here soon, you must be intact for that. So…”
“No!”
“Jim…it’s the logical…”
“No Bones. You will not die before me, you hear me? I demand to go first.” Jim’s face was stubborn and determined and Reaper smiled slightly to see the expression. He walked over to the younger man and crouched down to hug him close, feeling the golden head tuck into his neck easily.
Sometimes being super strong was an advantage, Reaper thought idly, as he gently tapped Jim’s skull, in a place that would render him immediately senseless.
When the men came to the cell and saw the unconscious gold shirted man, and the blue one standing by the door, they grabbed the blue shirted one.
Spock found them, three hours later. Jim wouldn’t speak to Reaper for another three hours after that. Reaper couldn’t lift anything heavier than a spoon for three days.
Everything has a price, but to Reaper it had been worth it. Jim was worth it.
Four.
Reaper knew Jim hadn’t listened to his lecture on the dangers of the Dormin women, just knew it. Which meant he would just have to keep an eye on his young friend this shore leave break. Jim didn’t seem to mind his company, in fact he seemed quite pleased at having his best friend there to chat to as he scoped out the bar.
The Doctor just drank, hiding his amusement behind his bourbon glasses. Jim was acting like a kid in a candy store, blue eyes watching the tall Amazonian Dormin women with rapture. Watching was fine, in Reaper’s book, just as long as Jim didn’t try to touch.
Three hours later and Reaper was dragging Jim out of the bar, practically carrying him as the younger man struggled and whined.
“Bones…fuck man what’s wrong with you…she was hot…”
“Jim, I know you don’t listen to me, I don’t expect you to listen to me, especially when it involves women. However this time you will listen to me, even if it’s my arms dragging you back home you listen to.”
“Bones….”
“Domin women are very sexual beings.”
“Fuck yeah…I know…”
“So they have developed a method of not carrying their fertilised offspring in their bodies. Instead, during intercourse, they transfer the eggs to the male’s body for him to incubate for five years.”
“Five…” Jim’s voice cracked in an amusing squeak, “Five YEARS!”
Reaper nodded, but was unprepared for Jim flinging his arms around his neck. “I fucking love you man.”
The dark haired man rolled his eyes and flipped open his communicator. “Enterprise, beam us up.”
Five.
Jim lay there on his operating table, face horribly pale and blood gushing from all kinds of terrible wounds. Reaper pressed his lips together and started to work, hands flying over the wounds faster than the nurses could see.
To Reaper, hiding who he was was secondary to bringing Jim back from the brink of Oblivion he had tried to reach this time. Faster and faster he moved, breath coming faster, harder. His hands slipped in the sheets of blood and he bit down a curse.
“Dammit, Jim. Don’t you die on me, ya hear?”
His only answer was the whine of the flatline.
Snapping out orders he sent Nurses flying around, doubling his efforts in an attempt to bring Jim’s heart back from its stationary state. Nothing seemed to be working though, and Chapel had tried to announce the time of death three times. Each time he had cut her off with a new set of orders.
“Doctor…” she said this time, pity on her face, “Doctor McCoy…he’s gone sir…”
“No…” he snarled and tried one last time to kickstart Jim’s heart, “C’mon you sonofabitch.” He hissed into Jim’s ear, “Don’t you give up on me now Jim. Don’t you dare.”
His answer was the heart monitor beeping, settling into a normal pattern. Ignoring the slightly awed expressions of his nurses, Reaper rested his head against Jim’s chest before starting his healing work once more.
He could fix Jim now.
+ One
He was bound to a disk, on a platform in the centre of a huge dark room. Watching him were the aliens who had captured him, huge violet eyes blinking almost sleepily as they watched. They had been clear with what they wanted, a science experiment.
A test.
Trouble was, he didn’t know what the test would be.
A woman stepped forward, feet whispering on the cold floor from the silk shoes she wore. Her violet eyes watched him with curiosity as she fiddled with some controls on the machine pointed at his chest.
“We have heard that you humans are violent, evil, dark creatures.” She said her voice whispery soft, but echoing like there were many voices behind it. It was eerie and Reaper shivered, straining against his bonds. “We are curious as to whether or not this is true.”
“What are you going to do to me?”
“The refractor will know what is in your heart.” And the woman flipped a bank of switches, sending lights skittering across the panel. Reaper felt something reach inside him, kind of like a giant cold hand, rifling through all of his deepest and darkest memories. Pain seared through his veins, burning him and he couldn’t stop himself.
He screamed.
Instantly the pain stopped, Reaper lay slumped in his bonds, panting and shaking from the memory of the horrible pain that had blanked out everything from his mind. Everything except…
His eyes opened. The refractor was still on, still trying to send its painful waves into the body of the man bound to the disk. But the disk was generating a bubble like shield. A shield that shone like brightest gold, ripples of blue waxing through it. A shield that showed a myriad of images, all of the one man.
Jim.
The refractor couldn’t break through his love for Jim.
Phaser blasts echoed around the building as Starfleet officers stormed the stronghold, Jim leading the way, phaser in hand, face grim. Reaper, feeling his strength ebbing, watched his best friend looking around until he spotted the machine, and him.
“Bones!” he heard Jim cry, just as he fell unconscious.
~*~
Reaper woke in his own quarters, lying in his own bed.
For a moment he just lay there, mulling over everything that had happened, feeling a lingering sharpness to his nerves that even his 24th pair of chromosomes couldn’t fix. Turning his head he was presented with golden hair pillowed on folded arms.
Jim sat beside his bed, arms up on the edge, cushioning his head, blue eyes closed, and breathing slowly. Reaper smiled, hand reaching out and lightly stoking the younger mans hair. Instantly the blue eyes snapped open, alert and wary, but immediately relaxing as he recognised the fingers and the man they belonged to.
“Bones.”
“You don’t have to sleep on the floor Jim,” Reaper said, shifting slightly and raising his eyebrows, “Plenty room in the bunk for two.”
Jim didn’t hesitate, slipping into the warm bed beside him, and instantly wrapping his arms around the older man.
Silence reigned for a long moment.
“I love you Bones.”
Reaper’s breath hitched at the words, heart leaping and chest lurching, with joy and fear. Love, could he love Jim, allow himself to love Jim?
“I…”
“Shhh…don’t say anything.”
They lay there in silence; Jim’s breathing evening out against Reaper’s neck until the former marine was sure he was asleep. He thought over Jim’s words, his confession.
It was time to face the truth: he loved Jim, and if he was being honest, he had loved him for a long time.
“I love you too Jim.”
Soft lips brushed a kiss to his neck and curved up into a small smile against his skin.
“I know, just wanted to make sure you knew it too.”
“You don’t know everything about me…”
“I know you Bones. Whatever I don’t know won’t stop me loving you. Tell me all your dark secrets tomorrow. Sleep now.”
They lay there in the dark, Jim wrapped securely around the dark haired man. Reaper’s hands stroked the golden arms and as he fell asleep he whispered.
“You saved me.”
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miss_m_cricketFandom: Star Trek Reboot!/Doom Crossover
Rating: pg-13
Pairing: Reaper!Bones/Jim Kirk
Disclaimer: Don't own anything at all...
Summary: So here he was; a soothing glass of bourbon in his hand and mulling over everything crappy in his life that had led him to this point. Fucking depressing..
Five Times Reaper Saved Jim, and the One Time Jim Saved Him.
One.
Leonard McCoy, a man formerly known as John “Reaper” Grimm, sat at the bar on the edge of the Starfleet campus and sipped his bourbon moodily.
He should have known that joining Starfleet would end up being a fucking mistake. Today had been a practical technology workshop, in which the whole class was subjected to being transported from one location to another, as well as given a crash course in the general layouts of most Starships. The transporter had almost made him lose it, too much like the Ark travel to keep Reaper down.
So here he was; a soothing glass of bourbon in his hand and mulling over everything crappy in his life that had led him to this point. Fucking depressing.
Raised voices and a crashing sound drew him out of his reverie and he twisted on his barstool to look around at the cause of the ruckus. There in the middle of the floor was the kid from the Shuttle to Starfleet, Jim Kirk, fighting like his life depended on it. Leonard McCoy would have left the kid to it, but Reaper’s sharp eyes fixed on the younger man’s five opponents and the knife that one of them had pulled out of his belt.
Kirk hadn’t seen the knife, he was parrying blows to his head and chest from two of the other brutes, and the knife wielder was moving around to come at the blond man from behind. Reaper’s eyebrows snapped together and he got up fluidly from his seat.
If there was one thing he hated, it was backstabbing bastards.
The man raised his arm to stick Kirk in the back, aiming for between the shoulder-blades, when a hand flashed into view, grabbing his wrist and wrenching it. The sounds of bones shattering, along with the counterpoint of the man’s screaming, made the fight pause and Kirk and his assailants turn to look at the dark haired man, who let his victim drop to the floor contemptuously.
Recognition flashed in Kirk’s bright blue eyes, morphing into respect and understanding as they ran over the sobbing man on the floor, who clutched his wrist, and the knife lying there now forgotten. As Reaper turned away, moving back to the bar, Kirk followed, the fight effectively diffused as the men tried to tend to their friend.
“McCoy, right?” The young man said, blue eyes practically glowing in the dim light of the pub. “I remember you…”
“I remember too.” Reaper grunted, “Not every day I almost throw up on someone.” The shuttle had reminded him too much of the RRTS chopper, sending him nauseating flashbacks of a time he would much rather forget.
There was silence for a few moments as Kirk got a beer and sat himself down beside Reaper.
“So..um…thanks man, for before…”
“Kirk,” Reaper sighed, looking at the younger man through one hazel green eye, “Just ‘cause I helped you out, doesn’t mean we have to be friends, alright?”
Kirk grinned at him, a dazzling smile.
“I’m going to call you Bones.”
Reaper grumbled, but didn’t really protest.
Two.
The Captain’s ready room was dark and quiet but Reaper’s sharp eyes made out the shape slumped against the wall, knees tucked protectively up against its chest. He sighed softly and made his way over to the other man, sitting beside him with a low grunt.
He didn’t say anything and Jim, staring at the glass in his hand, didn’t say anything either. He just drew in a great shuddering breath that seemed to ripple from his toes to the top of his golden head. Finally the silence stretched too long and Reaper looked at his young friend.
“Jim…”
“It was my fault Bones.” Jim’s voice was choked, slightly raspy in his throat. “She’s dead because I wasn’t quick enough. I’m a murderer.”
“The first time I lost someone on my operating table,” Reaper didn’t look at Jim, at the blank wall across the room, but he knew that Jim’s head had turned slightly and those blue eyes were watching him. Jim was listening, “It was the first time I was ever really scared. Someone’s life was in my hands, his survival depended on me and my skills.”
Silence returned for long moments and then Reaper sighed, looking at Jim, meeting those sad blue eyes head on. “He died, and I blamed myself.”
“It wasn’t your fault.” Jim said softly.
“No it wasn’t. Just like Yeoman Steven’s death wasn’t yours. We all make choices Jim, and wondering what if can drive you insane. We can grieve, we can cry, we can rage against the world, but we can’t let it break us.”
Jim didn’t say anything but Reaper felt him shift slightly so that he was pressed up against the Doctor’s side. The dark haired man didn’t say anything, just accepted the contact as something Jim needed.
After a moment he lifted his arm and dropped it around Jim’s shoulders, holding him close. In his mind, echoing through the ages, he could hear his sister’s voice, low and lullaby like. Half aware of it, he spoke her words aloud.
“Grant me the serenity, to accept the things I cannot change; Courage to change the things I can; and wisdom to know the difference.”
“Amen.” Jim murmured, and rested his head against Reaper’s shoulder.
Three.
They sat there in the cell, staring at each other, knowing what was coming. Torture, death, and the horror of knowing that your friend would die, before or after you.
Reaper had prowled the entire cell, had attempted to break down the door, smash the window bars. But nothing had worked. So they were stuck here, stuck here waiting to die.
“I think we have five minutes.” Jim sighed, leaning his head back against the rough stone wall, “I think about ten have passed by now.”
“You will have longer than that,” Reaper growled, standing once more and pacing. “Spock will be here soon, you must be intact for that. So…”
“No!”
“Jim…it’s the logical…”
“No Bones. You will not die before me, you hear me? I demand to go first.” Jim’s face was stubborn and determined and Reaper smiled slightly to see the expression. He walked over to the younger man and crouched down to hug him close, feeling the golden head tuck into his neck easily.
Sometimes being super strong was an advantage, Reaper thought idly, as he gently tapped Jim’s skull, in a place that would render him immediately senseless.
When the men came to the cell and saw the unconscious gold shirted man, and the blue one standing by the door, they grabbed the blue shirted one.
Spock found them, three hours later. Jim wouldn’t speak to Reaper for another three hours after that. Reaper couldn’t lift anything heavier than a spoon for three days.
Everything has a price, but to Reaper it had been worth it. Jim was worth it.
Four.
Reaper knew Jim hadn’t listened to his lecture on the dangers of the Dormin women, just knew it. Which meant he would just have to keep an eye on his young friend this shore leave break. Jim didn’t seem to mind his company, in fact he seemed quite pleased at having his best friend there to chat to as he scoped out the bar.
The Doctor just drank, hiding his amusement behind his bourbon glasses. Jim was acting like a kid in a candy store, blue eyes watching the tall Amazonian Dormin women with rapture. Watching was fine, in Reaper’s book, just as long as Jim didn’t try to touch.
Three hours later and Reaper was dragging Jim out of the bar, practically carrying him as the younger man struggled and whined.
“Bones…fuck man what’s wrong with you…she was hot…”
“Jim, I know you don’t listen to me, I don’t expect you to listen to me, especially when it involves women. However this time you will listen to me, even if it’s my arms dragging you back home you listen to.”
“Bones….”
“Domin women are very sexual beings.”
“Fuck yeah…I know…”
“So they have developed a method of not carrying their fertilised offspring in their bodies. Instead, during intercourse, they transfer the eggs to the male’s body for him to incubate for five years.”
“Five…” Jim’s voice cracked in an amusing squeak, “Five YEARS!”
Reaper nodded, but was unprepared for Jim flinging his arms around his neck. “I fucking love you man.”
The dark haired man rolled his eyes and flipped open his communicator. “Enterprise, beam us up.”
Five.
Jim lay there on his operating table, face horribly pale and blood gushing from all kinds of terrible wounds. Reaper pressed his lips together and started to work, hands flying over the wounds faster than the nurses could see.
To Reaper, hiding who he was was secondary to bringing Jim back from the brink of Oblivion he had tried to reach this time. Faster and faster he moved, breath coming faster, harder. His hands slipped in the sheets of blood and he bit down a curse.
“Dammit, Jim. Don’t you die on me, ya hear?”
His only answer was the whine of the flatline.
Snapping out orders he sent Nurses flying around, doubling his efforts in an attempt to bring Jim’s heart back from its stationary state. Nothing seemed to be working though, and Chapel had tried to announce the time of death three times. Each time he had cut her off with a new set of orders.
“Doctor…” she said this time, pity on her face, “Doctor McCoy…he’s gone sir…”
“No…” he snarled and tried one last time to kickstart Jim’s heart, “C’mon you sonofabitch.” He hissed into Jim’s ear, “Don’t you give up on me now Jim. Don’t you dare.”
His answer was the heart monitor beeping, settling into a normal pattern. Ignoring the slightly awed expressions of his nurses, Reaper rested his head against Jim’s chest before starting his healing work once more.
He could fix Jim now.
+ One
He was bound to a disk, on a platform in the centre of a huge dark room. Watching him were the aliens who had captured him, huge violet eyes blinking almost sleepily as they watched. They had been clear with what they wanted, a science experiment.
A test.
Trouble was, he didn’t know what the test would be.
A woman stepped forward, feet whispering on the cold floor from the silk shoes she wore. Her violet eyes watched him with curiosity as she fiddled with some controls on the machine pointed at his chest.
“We have heard that you humans are violent, evil, dark creatures.” She said her voice whispery soft, but echoing like there were many voices behind it. It was eerie and Reaper shivered, straining against his bonds. “We are curious as to whether or not this is true.”
“What are you going to do to me?”
“The refractor will know what is in your heart.” And the woman flipped a bank of switches, sending lights skittering across the panel. Reaper felt something reach inside him, kind of like a giant cold hand, rifling through all of his deepest and darkest memories. Pain seared through his veins, burning him and he couldn’t stop himself.
He screamed.
Instantly the pain stopped, Reaper lay slumped in his bonds, panting and shaking from the memory of the horrible pain that had blanked out everything from his mind. Everything except…
His eyes opened. The refractor was still on, still trying to send its painful waves into the body of the man bound to the disk. But the disk was generating a bubble like shield. A shield that shone like brightest gold, ripples of blue waxing through it. A shield that showed a myriad of images, all of the one man.
Jim.
The refractor couldn’t break through his love for Jim.
Phaser blasts echoed around the building as Starfleet officers stormed the stronghold, Jim leading the way, phaser in hand, face grim. Reaper, feeling his strength ebbing, watched his best friend looking around until he spotted the machine, and him.
“Bones!” he heard Jim cry, just as he fell unconscious.
~*~
Reaper woke in his own quarters, lying in his own bed.
For a moment he just lay there, mulling over everything that had happened, feeling a lingering sharpness to his nerves that even his 24th pair of chromosomes couldn’t fix. Turning his head he was presented with golden hair pillowed on folded arms.
Jim sat beside his bed, arms up on the edge, cushioning his head, blue eyes closed, and breathing slowly. Reaper smiled, hand reaching out and lightly stoking the younger mans hair. Instantly the blue eyes snapped open, alert and wary, but immediately relaxing as he recognised the fingers and the man they belonged to.
“Bones.”
“You don’t have to sleep on the floor Jim,” Reaper said, shifting slightly and raising his eyebrows, “Plenty room in the bunk for two.”
Jim didn’t hesitate, slipping into the warm bed beside him, and instantly wrapping his arms around the older man.
Silence reigned for a long moment.
“I love you Bones.”
Reaper’s breath hitched at the words, heart leaping and chest lurching, with joy and fear. Love, could he love Jim, allow himself to love Jim?
“I…”
“Shhh…don’t say anything.”
They lay there in silence; Jim’s breathing evening out against Reaper’s neck until the former marine was sure he was asleep. He thought over Jim’s words, his confession.
It was time to face the truth: he loved Jim, and if he was being honest, he had loved him for a long time.
“I love you too Jim.”
Soft lips brushed a kiss to his neck and curved up into a small smile against his skin.
“I know, just wanted to make sure you knew it too.”
“You don’t know everything about me…”
“I know you Bones. Whatever I don’t know won’t stop me loving you. Tell me all your dark secrets tomorrow. Sleep now.”
They lay there in the dark, Jim wrapped securely around the dark haired man. Reaper’s hands stroked the golden arms and as he fell asleep he whispered.
“You saved me.”
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