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Leonard x Jim - M/M
“Bones, you know I hate celebrating my birthday.” Jim glared up, watching as Leonard loomed over him, grabbing something from behind him.
“That was before I came along, Jim. After I’m finished, you’re going to love your birthday. I promise.” Leonard spoke softly in Jim’s ear, suddenly tightening the strap that held Jim’s wrists.
“You’re sending us on a work experience weekend?” Leonard asks, looking a little dumbfounded. “It’s a planet that needs some help. We’re gonna go there to teach them a few tricks that are, you know, more in line with the 23rd century.” “Isn’t that directly against the prime directive?” Leonard counters, following Jim as they walk towards the transporter room. “What? I can’t hear you over the found of the experience we’re gonna get,” Jim says, leaning in to kiss Leonard’s cheek.
They’ve visited warm planets before, sure. And Leonard, born and raised in Georgia, knows heat. Likes heat, even, but this is a whole new level of it. It’s humid, too, and very few places in the exotic city they visit have some sort of air conditioning that’s actually working. The hospital seems alright, partially because it’s down in a cave where it’s relatively cool, and Leonard spends as much time down there as he can.
Jim takes he heat in stride, though, and Leonard tries not to look too disapproving of the Hawaiian t-shirts and shorts. “You look like a damn tourist,” Leonard says, and Jim laughs. “Let me enjoy the sun, don’t judge me.” “You’re going to get sunburnt. At least make sure you wear protection.” “You know me,” Jim says, sliding his arms around Bones’ shoulders, “you checked us out just a few weeks ago. I’m clean.” “What? No, I mean protection against the sun, you donut.”
Spock is unaffected by the heat. Says something along the lines of “feels like Vulcan”, and continues to walk around in his uniform. Uhura, too, and Leonard is briefly envious that her uniform is but a short dress. Sulu and Chekov spend most of their time just on the beach, taking their time off to go swimming and (in Chekov’s case), interact extensively with the beautiful locals. Jim joins them after his meetings, and, like Leonard expects, he comes home with red shoulders and a very burned backside.
“Can’t you fix it?” Jim asks. “It’s a sunburn,” Leonard replies, “it’ll go away.” “Bones, darling, please-” “I warned you beforehand,” Leonard says, and Jim grunts as he lies down on his stomach. Though he shrieks when cold liquid lands on his back. “What the f-” “It’s just sun cream,” Leonard says, “helps with the burns.” “Warn me next time,“ Jim says, though he relaxes when Leonard’s hands massage his shoulders and his back. “Yes, because your burned skin is a telltale sign of how well you listen to my warnings,” Leonard replies.
After business is done, though, it’s nice. All of them spend time on the beach. Jaylah and Scotty pick up surfing. Jim, Uhura, Spock, and Leonard go swimming. Chekov and Sulu organise a late night barbecue in the sand. And, really, Leonard finds himself quite relaxed afterwards.
But the airconditioning in their room is poor. It’s a ceiling fan that doesn’t spin that well at all, and both Jim and Leonard lie in bed above the covers. Jim turns around, shifting closer, and he’s running his hand over Leonard’s chest. Leonard puts his PADD away, glancing at Jim with a small smile. “You didn’t really send us here for work experience, did you?” “No,” Jim admits, “I thought we deserved a holiday. But knowing you guys, you don’t really relax unless it’s something spontaneous, so I said nothing to you and Spock.” “The others knew?” “Chekov and Sulu, yeah,” Jim says, “they picked out the planet. Don’t think they’ve left the beach since we got here.” Leonard laughs, though, that turns into a tired groan when Jim presses himself even closer, kissing over Leonard’s cheek and down to his neck. “Jim,” Leonard huffs, “it’s a 100 degrees in here.” Jim laughs, straddling Leonard’s hips anyway. “Maybe, but I’m in desperate need for some Vitamin D.” Leonard opens his mouth to argue that - they’re on a tropical planet, after all - but when Jim kisses down his chest, hands roaming eagerly over Leonard’s body, the doctor wisely keeps his mouth shut.
What happens when death changes from a permanent state into a blessing? How would you react when suddenly your life is uprooted, destroyed and your roommate tries to claw your brains out? What would anyone do when you go from simply living your life to having to fight for it?
Leonard catches the little bundle of excitement that
comes barreling his way, lifting his little girl up into his arms with a grin.
“Hello sweetheart.” He presses a kiss to the side of her head and earns himself
a giggle. “How is my princess today?”
When he puts her down, Joanna beams up at him – sans one
front tooth – and she proudly proclaims: “I’m going swimming with mommy.”
Leonard is about to reply when he catches a blonde woman
in the doorway, hands crossed in front of her chest as she leans against the
doorframe, watching him and Joanna with a frown.
She raises an eyebrow when he catches her eyes. “You have
time to come visit your daughter? I thought you were supposed to be working.”
It sounds pleasing enough but he’s had her yelling at him
accusingly more than enough times that he knows she doesn’t mean it as anything
more than a painful jab.
“Just here to drop of the papers.” He sighs.
Jocelyn raises an eyebrow. “You signed them?” She asks,
surprise clear in her voice and Christ,
is that disappointment?
There’s a twinge in Leonard’s chest, a voice screaming good, good let her feel that way. She
It fuels the anger lying just beneath the surface that
threatens to bubble over every time he sees his soon-to-be ex-wife. An anger
born from disappoint, betrayal and infidelity.
“Every damned page.” He bites out through gritted teeth
and it’s a good thing Joanna’s running around in the front garden otherwise
he’d have given Jocelyn a piece of his mind.
“And then you’re off again saving lives.” Jocelyn waves a
hand in the air dismissively.
Joanna giggles at her mother’s words and rushes over to
her, glancing at her dad with an excited twinkle in her eyes before asking
Jocelyn: “Like a super hero?”
“Yea, sure.” Jocelyn huffs and rolls her eyes. She then
sighs, ruffles Joanna’s hair and tells her: “Go on then, darling. Grab your bag
so we can leave.”
“Okay,” Joanna nods and happily skips inside, excited at
the prospect of going swimming with her mommy.
Leonard watches her leave with a sad smile on his lips
and when she’s out of sighted turns to grab the papers from the car. “I thought
you said we wouldn’t do this.” He says accusingly as he walks over to Jocelyn.
Jocelyn grimaces. “Wouldn’t do what, Leonard?”
“This,” he insists, waving a hand between them with a
sigh wondering why she’s feigning ignorance when she knows very well what he’s
talking about. “In front of Jo.”
Jocelyn’s face falls, shoulders slumping and she leans
against the doorframe with a wry expression. “I know.”
Looking at her he feels sad, wishes he could turn back
time to when it was all easier. “I’m trying, Joss.”
She looks at him, defiance in her eyes. “So am I.”
“Then show it a bit more. Jo doesn’t need to see us
fighting.” He says, handing her the divorce papers.
Jocelyn just nods with a sigh and where there once used
to be a pull between them all Leonard sees now is miles and miles of loneliness
and differences in the few foot they stand apart.
anyone who has spent five seconds around me ever:
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could you imagine The Enterprise having like a yearly inspection and Kirk bugs out every time because the best running ship in the fleet certainly doesn’t become so because they follow therules. He has to remind the crew a week in advance to actually call him Captain and use formal titles. Bones and Scotty’s shared bathroom which is one hundred percent a liquor cabinet/distillery cannot be a thing.
Sulu has to collect all of his plants out of everywhere that’s not the Botany Labs and hide the illegal ones he picked up during their journey in his quarters. Scotty has to remove all of his Scotty-Approved-Modifications from Engineering. Spock can’t work four shifts in a row and break the ensigns that challenge him in the gym to sparring matches. Bones can’t medically offer alcohol to anybody. Uhura needs to not curse every ten minutes, in any language. Chekov needs to focus more on his console and less on every pair of legs walking by his station.
- Don’t pander to me, kid. One tiny crack in the hull and our blood boils in thirteen seconds. Solar flare might crop up, cook us in our seats. And wait’ll you’re sitting pretty with a case of Andorian shingles, see if you’re still so relaxed when your eyeballs are bleeding. Space is disease and danger wrapped in darkness and silence.