Fic: I Would Find You
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miss_m_cricketTitle: I Would Find You
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miss_m_cricket
Pairing: Jim Kirk/Bones McCoy (Reboot!)
Rating: Teen (Swearing)
Word Count: 1,133
Summary: McCoy is kidnapped by someone with a grudge against Jim and Kirk has to find him before it's too late. (The prompt upon which the graphic was made.)
A/N: Inspired by the beautiful graphic bystormatdusk found HERE! It gave me bunnies!
Chapter 1 - Captain vs Doctor
Warfare is cruel, hard and unforgiving. It is made up of many battles, each with a victor and each with a loser. War, which has shaped so much of Earth’s history, and also the Universe, brought together by Starfleet and the Federation.
But war does not have to be blood and wounds and guns blazing. War can be subtle, deeper and more damaging. Psychological warfare for example can devastate someone and leave them unable to face the real danger approaching.
They say that the way to attack a Hero is not with weapons, don’t threaten his personal safety. Heroes often have a hot headed approach to life and throw their bodies on the line. Their thoughts are not for themselves, but rather for the people around them. That’s what makes them heroes.
So what can break a Hero?
Breaking the ones he loves.
~*~
“Beam us up Scotty.” Jim Kirk yelled into his comm., supporting the unconscious Sulu who was practically draped over him. He shot a green thing with tentacles that came up over the hill ridge, malignant orange eyes gleaming. The thing vanished, but three more took its place, and Jim was starting to feel slightly unhappy about the situation on hand.
“Gimme a minute Captain.” Came the rather too nonchalant reply from the Scotsman aboard the Enterprise.
“We don’t fucking have a minute Scotty!” Jim roared, pointing his phaser at the latest ‘Thing’ coming for him. “Beam us up now! That’s a fucking order!”
“Scotty!” Uhura yelled from a little way away. The rest of the latest ‘Away’ team was strung out between them and everyone looked rather grim. They had already lost 6 members of the crew on this blasted planet and if Scotty didn’t hurry up....
“I can’t function under all this pressure.” Scotty whined back with rather unnecessary drama, since the lights from the transportation process were already wrapping around everyone’s torsos.
“I’ll give you pressure.” Lt Uhura snarled just before they left the hill in the swamp and returned to the Enterprise.
Instantly organised chaos broke out as the medical staff hovering, waiting for their return surged forward to claim the wounded. Jim noticed Uhura making her way forcefully towards where Scotty was sitting behind his panel giving her a nervously innocent smile.
“Now, now lieutenant.” He tried to cajole.
“I’ll take him Captain.” Jim’s attention was yanked back by Nurse Chapel, who gave him a firm smile as she wrapped her hands around Hikaru Sulu’s arm and tugged him away. Jim let the injured pilot go and moved towards the growing confrontation between Uhura and Scotty.
He needn’t have bothered. By the time he got there, Spock had already separated Uhura’s fingers from around Scotty’s throat and was giving both a rather impressive lecture in the proper protocol to be practiced by professional persons.
Jim, who detested protocol even at the best of time, fled.
He didn’t get far.
“Dammit Jim, get back here.” A familiar voice yelled from behind him as he hurried down the ships corridor.
“Shit.” He swore, looking down at his left arm and wincing. Sure it was bleeding and kind of looked like it had been torn to shreds but he had other things to worry about. Not that Bones would agree with him.
Bones would haul his arse back to the med-bay and jab a hypospray into his neck with a sedative that would knock him out for god knows how long. The man was an absolute fiend when it came to Jim injuring himself on an Away team and although he appreciated the concern, really he did, he just had other things to do first before he could let the grumpy doctor whisk him away.
Quickly he ducked down a corridor. If he could just get to his quarters he could lock Bones out and retrieve his PADD to organise what should happen next. As well as chronicle the ‘Things’ down on that fucking planet. This was important.
The Captain sighed with relief when he reached his quarters and quickly tapped in his code before stepping inside.
“You look like shit,” Bones said with a drawl in his voice from where he stood just inside the door. Jim didn’t have a chance to do anything before the needle plunged into his neck and he fell into darkness.
~*~
“I hate you.”
“Sure you do.” Was Bones smug response. Jim’s vision was spinning and felt like the doctor had stuffed several bags worth of wool in his head.
“Fucking thinks he knows it all...”
“Right here Jim.” Bones said, grinning as he checked first one and then the other of Jim’s eyes. “Well you tried your best to kill yourself. Again. But I have managed to patch you up. Again. Why the hell can’t you look after yourself properly?”
“Whatever mom...” Jim growled, still internally fuming at his friend’s tactics for incapacitating him.
Bones’s response to that was to shove some real cotton wool in his mouth. As James spluttered, Bones gave him his best superior smirk. “No talking with your mouth full Kid. Now where was I? Oh yes. Your arm. You fractured your Humerus in three places; you shattered the Humeral Coronoid Fossa, Humeral Radial Fossa and Humeral Capitulum. Oh and you shredded most of your ligaments and muscles too.”
Jim spat out the cotton wool, pulling a face. “In simple terms Bones?”
“Basically,” the Doctor said, raising an eyebrow at the Captain, “You completely fucked up the joint of your arm. I have never seen quite that much damage to that joint ever on a living subject so it was quite fascinating trying to reconstruct you.”
“Glad I entertained you.”
“Was that a thank you?”
“Close enough.”
“Well you are assigned to bed rest.” And the Doctor’s voice rose as Jim let out a loud noise of protest. “I can fucking strip you of your command Jim don’t fucking push me! You WILL rest and get that arm back to a 100%.”
“You are taking way too much pleasure in this.” Jim whined, knowing that he had to rest. “I really do hate you Bones.”
“What are best friends for?” Bones snickered, seeming much happier now that he knew Jim would stay in his bed for the foreseeable future.
~*~
It’s James T. Kirk’s fault, all of this.
He is the reason that everything happened. Damn fucker ruined everything. All their plans, all their hard work, all those years. Well Kirk might have ruined their lives, stolen things from them that could never be regained, but they were not powerless.
They could have their revenge; it would just take careful planning and flawless execution.
When they were done, Kirk would have nothing. He would be nothing.
No one would remember James Tiberius Kirk.
~*~
Author:
miss_m_cricketPairing: Jim Kirk/Bones McCoy (Reboot!)
Rating: Teen (Swearing)
Word Count: 1,133
Summary: McCoy is kidnapped by someone with a grudge against Jim and Kirk has to find him before it's too late. (The prompt upon which the graphic was made.)
A/N: Inspired by the beautiful graphic by
stormatdusk found HERE! It gave me bunnies!Chapter 1 - Captain vs Doctor
Warfare is cruel, hard and unforgiving. It is made up of many battles, each with a victor and each with a loser. War, which has shaped so much of Earth’s history, and also the Universe, brought together by Starfleet and the Federation.
But war does not have to be blood and wounds and guns blazing. War can be subtle, deeper and more damaging. Psychological warfare for example can devastate someone and leave them unable to face the real danger approaching.
They say that the way to attack a Hero is not with weapons, don’t threaten his personal safety. Heroes often have a hot headed approach to life and throw their bodies on the line. Their thoughts are not for themselves, but rather for the people around them. That’s what makes them heroes.
So what can break a Hero?
Breaking the ones he loves.
~*~
“Beam us up Scotty.” Jim Kirk yelled into his comm., supporting the unconscious Sulu who was practically draped over him. He shot a green thing with tentacles that came up over the hill ridge, malignant orange eyes gleaming. The thing vanished, but three more took its place, and Jim was starting to feel slightly unhappy about the situation on hand.
“Gimme a minute Captain.” Came the rather too nonchalant reply from the Scotsman aboard the Enterprise.
“We don’t fucking have a minute Scotty!” Jim roared, pointing his phaser at the latest ‘Thing’ coming for him. “Beam us up now! That’s a fucking order!”
“Scotty!” Uhura yelled from a little way away. The rest of the latest ‘Away’ team was strung out between them and everyone looked rather grim. They had already lost 6 members of the crew on this blasted planet and if Scotty didn’t hurry up....
“I can’t function under all this pressure.” Scotty whined back with rather unnecessary drama, since the lights from the transportation process were already wrapping around everyone’s torsos.
“I’ll give you pressure.” Lt Uhura snarled just before they left the hill in the swamp and returned to the Enterprise.
Instantly organised chaos broke out as the medical staff hovering, waiting for their return surged forward to claim the wounded. Jim noticed Uhura making her way forcefully towards where Scotty was sitting behind his panel giving her a nervously innocent smile.
“Now, now lieutenant.” He tried to cajole.
“I’ll take him Captain.” Jim’s attention was yanked back by Nurse Chapel, who gave him a firm smile as she wrapped her hands around Hikaru Sulu’s arm and tugged him away. Jim let the injured pilot go and moved towards the growing confrontation between Uhura and Scotty.
He needn’t have bothered. By the time he got there, Spock had already separated Uhura’s fingers from around Scotty’s throat and was giving both a rather impressive lecture in the proper protocol to be practiced by professional persons.
Jim, who detested protocol even at the best of time, fled.
He didn’t get far.
“Dammit Jim, get back here.” A familiar voice yelled from behind him as he hurried down the ships corridor.
“Shit.” He swore, looking down at his left arm and wincing. Sure it was bleeding and kind of looked like it had been torn to shreds but he had other things to worry about. Not that Bones would agree with him.
Bones would haul his arse back to the med-bay and jab a hypospray into his neck with a sedative that would knock him out for god knows how long. The man was an absolute fiend when it came to Jim injuring himself on an Away team and although he appreciated the concern, really he did, he just had other things to do first before he could let the grumpy doctor whisk him away.
Quickly he ducked down a corridor. If he could just get to his quarters he could lock Bones out and retrieve his PADD to organise what should happen next. As well as chronicle the ‘Things’ down on that fucking planet. This was important.
The Captain sighed with relief when he reached his quarters and quickly tapped in his code before stepping inside.
“You look like shit,” Bones said with a drawl in his voice from where he stood just inside the door. Jim didn’t have a chance to do anything before the needle plunged into his neck and he fell into darkness.
~*~
“I hate you.”
“Sure you do.” Was Bones smug response. Jim’s vision was spinning and felt like the doctor had stuffed several bags worth of wool in his head.
“Fucking thinks he knows it all...”
“Right here Jim.” Bones said, grinning as he checked first one and then the other of Jim’s eyes. “Well you tried your best to kill yourself. Again. But I have managed to patch you up. Again. Why the hell can’t you look after yourself properly?”
“Whatever mom...” Jim growled, still internally fuming at his friend’s tactics for incapacitating him.
Bones’s response to that was to shove some real cotton wool in his mouth. As James spluttered, Bones gave him his best superior smirk. “No talking with your mouth full Kid. Now where was I? Oh yes. Your arm. You fractured your Humerus in three places; you shattered the Humeral Coronoid Fossa, Humeral Radial Fossa and Humeral Capitulum. Oh and you shredded most of your ligaments and muscles too.”
Jim spat out the cotton wool, pulling a face. “In simple terms Bones?”
“Basically,” the Doctor said, raising an eyebrow at the Captain, “You completely fucked up the joint of your arm. I have never seen quite that much damage to that joint ever on a living subject so it was quite fascinating trying to reconstruct you.”
“Glad I entertained you.”
“Was that a thank you?”
“Close enough.”
“Well you are assigned to bed rest.” And the Doctor’s voice rose as Jim let out a loud noise of protest. “I can fucking strip you of your command Jim don’t fucking push me! You WILL rest and get that arm back to a 100%.”
“You are taking way too much pleasure in this.” Jim whined, knowing that he had to rest. “I really do hate you Bones.”
“What are best friends for?” Bones snickered, seeming much happier now that he knew Jim would stay in his bed for the foreseeable future.
~*~
It’s James T. Kirk’s fault, all of this.
He is the reason that everything happened. Damn fucker ruined everything. All their plans, all their hard work, all those years. Well Kirk might have ruined their lives, stolen things from them that could never be regained, but they were not powerless.
They could have their revenge; it would just take careful planning and flawless execution.
When they were done, Kirk would have nothing. He would be nothing.
No one would remember James Tiberius Kirk.
~*~
