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AOS FIC: From Your Fences

Originally posted by butteryplanet

The AOS crew goes camping.

This is Post-Beyond. Scroll to the bottom for Anna’s author’s notes. I have a ton.

Big ol’ thanks to @outside-the-government for her inspiration/support, even if it didn’t turn out like I planned. If you have not checked out her blog, go now. It’s fabulous. She is fabulous. 

This is part one of three, but can certainly be read as a standalone. Full of fandom cliches, ‘cause I’ve never had an original thought once in my life.

Also, McKirk. It’s always McKirk.

Somehow, Jim had convinced them all to go camping.

They’ve been transferred back to San Fran after Krall’s attack. Len’s been holed up in the lab for most of leave, has grudgingly accepted a part time mentorship position working with senior cadets.

“C’mon, Bones,” Jim whines. “The White River is gorgeous in the fall. Everyone’s going. Ben’s even taken sabbatical.”

Len had bitched and moaned and grumbled,Years stuck in space, and the first opportunity you get, you wanna sleep on the cold ground under the damn stars.”

He finds himself in Washington, anyway.

Len spends most of the first day on the river. He hasn’t gone fly fishing since David’s illness, and dammit, if it doesn’t feel good. The breeze is cool on his cheeks and the rush of the water over his boots is a comfort. Ben and Hikaru have Demora at the shoreline. Ben’s splashing her gently, and she’s squealing. 

It brings a lump to Len’s throat.

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miss-bubles  asked:

I need yout to picture this: Cadet era (AOS) bones is super confused about who this chirpy 13 yr old irish kid that sings too much is, and why his presence has suddenly turned his purpetually immature room mate into not mearly a mature adult but some ind of paternal figure, 'Cause he sure as hell isn't getting any answers from Jim. that is all

I feel like Bones probably came home late from a hospital shift and walked in on them sharing a bed, because Jim and Kevin would absolutely feel safer sleeping next to each, and Bones would be like, “Jim, you’re not fucking serious, he looks 12.”

“He’s 13, and gross, Bones, get your head out of the gutter. He’s my family. Like you’ve never shared a bed with Joanna before.”

“She’s my daughter.”

“Kevin’s one of my kids.”

I have to show off what the amazingly talented @sleepymccoy created for me. I wanted a mash-up of AOS cadet Bones and grizzled- veteran-space-traveler (badass) Bones, but also love the bond between Jim and McCoy, since they go up into the black together, always. Sleepy was able to take all these jumbled ideas out of my brain and craft this beautiful piece. I love this so much, all the way down to those glittering stars in the background!

anonymous asked:

would you be willing to write a little something about Bones losing someone on the operating table and he's really beating himself up about it and Jim comforts him or something of the sorts?

  • Bones is a mess that night. Jim’s received the medical report from M'Benga, and he knows he’s gotta call the living family members of cadet Stewards to let them know their son suffered a fatal illness after coming in contact with unidentified alien flora. That kind of a call is rough, but Jim much prefers to do it himself over some admiral at Starfleet doing it for him. It just feels more personal; like someone actually cares about it. Jim actually cares. Though calling is rough, and Jim’s gonna feel pretty shitty for a while. But it’s not nearly as bad as Bones. Bones, who has spent three days trying to save Steward’s life. Three days without sleep; trying to find this man a cure, and then watching the sickness progress through the man’s body until it’s too late. Bones hasn’t said a word to Jim yet, but Jim knows he must be miserable.
  • Bones isn’t in sick bay. He’s not in his office, or the bar. He’s not working out his frustrations at the gym (– though, let’s be real, that’s not super surprising). He’s not in his room, or Jim’s, or in the rec room, and when Bones isn’t in the library either, Jim starts getting a little worried. There’s only so many places on a space ship one can be. Especially that someone being Bones. Who works long hours and exhausts himself so that he has no time to be bored and wander off. But on a whim, Jim finds himself down to the lower decks, and then he finds Bones just walking out of Cadet Steward’s quarters. “Bones,” Jim says, throwing him a sympathetic smile, “are you okay?” “Fine,” Bones says, “I need to go to work.” “No, Bones, hey,” Jim reaches out, grabbing Bones’ arm, “You’ve been working nonstop for the last three days. You need to catch some sleep.“ But rather than complying, Bones shakes his head. “I can’t sleep, there might be more people infected.” “Then we’ll see them show up in med bay.” “I’m working on-” “No, Bones,” Jim interrupts him. He sounds a lot more stern now, and he throws the other man a warning glare when he can just sense Bones is about to roll his eyes. “You are going to bed or I’m scheduling you offline for the next week.”
  • He expects Bones to be asleep by the time Jim comes and checks up on him, a few hours later. Instead, he finds Bones sitting on his couch, surrounded by actual paperwork and old college books. “What are you doing?” Jim asks, walking over to him, “I told you to go to bed.” “I couldn’t sleep,” Bones replies, and Jim sighs. “Did you even try?” he asks, ignoring the look Bones gives him afterwards. Jim sits down on the couch next to him. “Bones, I will hypo you in the neck with some sort of sleeping aid if you don’t lie down and rest. You’re going to collapse,” he says. “You wouldn’t,” Leonard says, “you’re not authorized. Thank God, too. Some sort of sleeping aid, glad you’re not a doctor.” “Okay, you’re tired, so I’m going to let that insult slide,” Jim says, “if I can’t do it, I’ll get Chapel to do it for me.” “You wouldn’t,” Leonard says, and Jim smiles only briefly. “Oh, but I would. C'mon, Bones, let’s just go to bed. I’m tired, too, let’s just go to your bed.“ 
  • Jim isn’t that tired at all. After all, he’s slept properly in the last three days or so. But he lies in bed next to Bones, just to make sure the other actually sleeps. But he isn’t sleeping. He finds Bones tossing and turning and Jim’s patience is pretty much nil. So he shifts closer, wrapping both his arms around the other man to keep him still. Bones does freeze, but maybe not the way Jim had hoped. “What… what are you doing?” Bones asks. “I’m holding you ‘til you fall asleep.” “Don’t.” “You told me that works on Joanna.” “Joanna is a child,” Bones counters, and Jim wisely keeps his mouth shut.
  • “I found an antidote,” Bones says eventually. Jim’s still holding on to him, and he looks at him curiously. “That’s good, Bones.” “I got it minutes too late,” Bones explains, “if only I hadn’t taken a coffee break, he would have lived.” “Stop,” Jim says, his arm tightening around Bones’ waist, “you and I both know it doesn’t work that way. You didn’t sleep for three days trying to save a man’s life. You did all you could, alright? Maybe you never would’ve gotten the breakthrough idea had it not been for that coffee. Don’t beat yourself up over this.” Bones just sighs, and Jim honestly doesn’t know what to do. He shares the same feeling as Bones when crew members die on violent away missions. Jim would feel guilty over those for months, and it still makes him uncomfortable.
  • Bones does fall asleep eventually, and when he does, he’s out for at least ten hours. Jim uses that time to have that antidote analyzed in med by Chapel and M'Benga. After they’ve given the all-clear, they use it on pretty much anyone who’s been in contact with Stewards and the planet in general, and anyone who shows even the slightest symptoms, just in case.
  • When he encounters Bones again, he still looks miserable -  but at least he looks rested. Jim throws him a sympathetic smile. “Morning, sunshine.” “Don’t,” Bones says. “We used your antidote,” Jim says, “it’ll save a lot of lives. Hey, you did good, Bones.” Bones throws Jim a small smile, though Jim’s fairly sure it’s not entirely genuine and it’s just to get Jim off his back. But Jim’s never given up easily. 
  • He sticks around Bones closely. He checks up on him in med bay, he sleeps in the same bed and they just talk about anything they want until they both fall asleep. He makes sure he appreciates Bones just slightly more than he usually already does. And he does notice that slowly but surely, Bones is growing into his old self again. Like he’s starting to realize that he can’t save everyone.
  • But he’s still saving as many people as he can. And Jim grows so accustomed to sleeping over in Bones’ quarters, he hasn’t seen his own quarters in weeks. He wakes up next to Bones, one arm lazily around Bones’ stomach. “How are you doing?” Jim asks Bones when the other wakes up, too. “Like I’ve been stared at,” Bones says, and Jim laughs. “You look cute when you sleep. Not angry.” “Shut your mouth.” “Oh, less cute now,” Jim says, and Bones snorts. “Seriously,” Jim says, “are you okay?” Bones glances in his direction, and Jim shivers when he feels Bones’ fingers run over his back. “I’m okay,” Bones says, “I’ve been okay for a while.” “Are you saying I’ve been sleeping in your bed while I didn’t have to?” Jim huffs, and Bones laughs softly. Jim reaches out, fingers brushing over Bones’ slightly unshaven cheeks. He leans in, lips brushing against the other man’s in a soft kiss. He doesn’t even really realize he’s kissing him until Bones is definitely kissing him back; Bones’ fingers running down his spine slowly. “You sure you mind sleeping in the same room as me?” He asks, and Jim grins, fingers still gently running over Bones’ cheeks, and he throws Bones a soft smile. “Not one bit.”

shakespeareaddict  asked:

Mirrorverse headcanon that Earth, as the center of the empire, is a place where terror does not rule, where love is not a foolish and deadly delusion, where politics matter less, and while most cadets are eager for the gore of the Fleet, McCoy, a civilian at heart, is horrified and lost, barely surviving until he befriends Kirk, ambitious and unforgiving, and Spock, a Vulcan prince--two ruthless men charmed by his quaint notions of moral righteousness, and sometimes even swayed by it.

this is exactly my headcanon thank you so much omg

they’re both total softies for McCoy though

on the ship, on missions, on new planets they’re planning to rule and destroy, they’re considered the worst of the worst - two of the most ruthless cunning and manipulative bastards to ever walk the stars. they are the ones all species have nightmares about, they are the ones cadets at the Academy learn to fear and respect, they are the ones who run the ship with an iron fist and plot the perfect schemes to punish any who get in their way. James T. Kirk, the youngest fiercest captain in the history of the Empire, who’s reputation is built on murder and torture. Sch’n T’gai Spock, a warrior prince, the only Vulcan who has ever willingly joined the fleet, a Commander, a killer, a strategist. he and Kirk are two sides of the same coin when they take down planets and civilizations with the flick of the wrist and a crooked smirk

but when it comes to the good doctor, they’re at a loss

because Leonard McCoy is genuinely good - certainly not Starfleet material, not fit for dealing with the daily horror and gore that the Empire runs on. the only reason he wasn’t killed at the Academy was because he never killed anyone. when cadets came in to the medical bay, twitching from the Empire’s unique form of “corporal punishment”, whip marks, neck bruises, broken bones and ripped off limbs, he would patch them up properly instead of leaving them to bleed to death, unlike the other medical cadets. this gave him enough enemies in the medical field to put his life on the line daily, but also gave him enough allies that no one would dare to make that final step

it was how he met Jim (when he was still just “Cadet Kirk”) and received his coveted nickname. the blond had walked into the medical bay one night, head high, shoulders up, back straight, a black eye swollen enough to inhibit his eyesight, a split lip and cracked tooth, blood caking his teeth when he grinned, sharp and slick, broken ribs, pulled out hair, strangulation marks, a stab wound in his stomach, and a compound fracture in his forearm that made the ulna stick out and tore at the skin in a way that made Leonard grimace and Kirk grin

he fixed him up instead of making the injuries worse, something Kirk had never experienced and something that both confused and thrilled him - someone to break, someone to rip down and build back up for his own game. doctors in the fleet don’t fix people, but this one did. having a doctor on your team would be a solid advantage, and most of the medical cadets tended to go out of their way to torture you into a state of obedience, so this was only a one time chance

but this plan deteriorates while Leonard’s working on patching him up, muttering under his breath about “stupid command track cadets” and their “ability to turn everything into a death match” and his witty complaints and irritated muttering makes Kirk laugh, genuinely, which hits him like a truck because he doesn’t do anything genuinely, but here he is, laughing because of some med student’s scrunched nose in the face of his bar room brawls. when the man looks up at him with a raised eyebrow Kirk just snickers and waggles his eyebrows and says “you should see the other guy, Bones” it makes him scoff and roll his eyes and that’s when Kirk knew

he was different

he actually liked Cadet McCoy - Bones, now - and he hadn’t liked anyone in a long, long time

so he made it known to the whole Academy that if anyone so much as looked at Cadet McCoy the wrong way he’d have their skin, literally

it chased off a lot of the enemies Leonard had built up, believe me

skipping the destruction of Vulcan and pretending Nero and Khan never happened, Spock met Leonard on the ship, when he was assigned as the CMO to the Enterprise. Jim (since Leonard had earned the right to use that name with his captain) and himself would be the commanding officers of said ship. Spock had known Jim longer than Leonard, mainly because as prospective first officer the two of them had needed to spar together to determine who was more qualified for the position (it had been a tie, but since Spock was more interested in the sciences than the commanding track Jim had become captain instead, much to his smugness and internal delight)

as first officer he had to look over the details on who would be on the ship. when he’d gotten to the CMO he’d seen that it was the very same cadet that Jim spoke so highly about (by “spoke highly” he meant “tended to use his and Cadet McCoy’s bar outings and subsequent bar fights in conversation quite often”, but that was neither here nor there). Spock was therefore intrigued - aside from the rather large scar running down the left side of the man’s face (his file said it came from when his ex-wife decided to use a knife on him during the finalization of their divorce), he looked utterly unassuming and ordinary, certainly unused and misplaced on a space vessel - certainly the Empire’s flagship. but if Jim liked him there had to be a reason, and a fairly good one at that

the first time he met Leonard was when he went in for his first physical. instead of looking at him as if he were a specimen to be poked, prodded, ripped open and examined, like most doctors, he looked at him like he was a living breathing being. a patient, someone to care for, which Spock was highly unfamiliar with. it left him confused and on edge, but when he reported said unfamiliarity to Jim, he’d just grinned and said “good”

because Leonard is so different, so incredibly genuinely good, the fact that he treats people with respect instead of fear, with love instead of hate, repairs them instead of rips them apart, earns him the entire ship’s trust, which is something unheard of before in the Empire. to trust someone unconditionally is playing with your life, but Leonard McCoy just is. he can’t save everyone, he knows that, but he tries, and even when he doesn’t save all of his patients he blames himself and nearly drinks himself into an early grave. the amount of times he’s been stuck in his own Sickbay for alcohol poisoning is outrageous, really

so Jim and Spock - they’re at a loss about this man. they trust him, they love him, even though they don’t really know what love is. they let his ridiculous notions of romance and pleasure get to them, let themselves be drawn in, let him give them bouquets and sweets and let him kiss them and hug them and show his obvious affection in public because its what he wants and they want to make him happy. they want to see him smile and they want to see him light up and if they have to be loving and warm instead of heartless and cold then so be it. they can be as horrid and dreadful as they please so long as its not to Leonard, and they would never imagine doing anything harmful to him, so everything works out. they bicker with each other constantly, they pamper each other constantly, they have sex with each other constantly…

really, its better than anyone could have imagined

suitupforwhat  asked:

Imagine Bones having to cut through a solid steel door to give Kirk his annual checkup, who has locked himself in his room

imagine bones actually getting the engineering crews to team up with him so the door is ripped open and just tons of red shirts storm the room

imagine jim being carried to medbay by a bunch of laughing engineering cadets