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jiminthestreets-bonesinthesheets · 6 years ago

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Lost in Translation - Ch 10

Title: Lost in Translation

Fandom: Star Trek

Pairing: Mckirk

Rating: Lemon

Tags: minor character death, hurt, little bit of self destruction, stranded, smut down the line

Summary:

“Attention citizens. This is the crew of the Enterprise asking for your aid. On Stardate 2264.78 a shuttle manned by our captain and fourteen cadets was ambushed by an unknown source and chased out of sight of our ship and into open space. Those cadets as well as our captain, James Tiberius Kirk, are still missing. We are asking anyone with any information on their whereabouts, or regarding the attack, to please contact the Enterprise immediately. Our family would appreciate any assistance you can give.”

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A/N: Sooooo, yeah... no more nice easy going times for our boys in this chapter. Fair warning, i totally cried while writing this chapter.... good luck friends.

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Chapter 10

Over the last few weeks Jim had found himself happier then he could ever remember being. He was still on a high from his time in Georgia with Len, and since returning to the academy the two of them had never been closer.

His last class of the day had ended and he was racing to get home, home to Bones. He was practically running through the campus, excitement coursing through his body and urging him forwards because tonight he didn’t have to work, and neither did Len. It was rare when the two of them actually synced up with their schedules and both had time off together, but when they did they always made sure to make the most of it, even before Georgia. Jim knew this meant pizza ordered in, beer, and a movie night in their pj’s. thi was the usual routine for their nights off together, but since coming back from vacation they had started to add cuddling on the couch to their movie nights in.

It would always go the same way. Pizza would be devoured and at least two beers each by the time the first half hour of the movie had passed, and right around the middle of the movie would hit, Len would reach out his arm for Jim to snuggle right up into his side. And sometimes, if Jim was brave enough, he would be able to get Len to lay on his back so Jim could sneak between his legs and lay on his chest with his head tucked under Len's chin. Movie night with Len was always Jim's favourite time, but with the recent cuddling addition it was more then he could express in words.

Finally having made it across campus and into their building, he skipped waiting for the elevator and ran straight up the stairs three at a time. he was so excited he nearly took the door off its hinges when he burst inside, a smile wide on his face as he shouted out, “Bonesy, I'm home!” through their small academy suite.

He toed off his shoes and dumped his bag at the door, looking around the living room and kitchen when he didn’t get an answer. He walked through the dorm looking from one side to the other but it seemed empty, though he knew Len was supposed to be home. He had no more classes for the week and was off for the next two days from the academy medbay. Jim had been looking forward to this night for two weeks since they got their work schedules.

With only one other place he could be he headed towards their bedroom. He was just about to open the door when he heard shuffling followed by a loud crash on the other side and hurried in.

“Bones?!” Len was practically running around the room, opening closets and dresser drawers, shoving piles of clothes into the duffel bags on his bed, completely tearing the place apart as Jim looked on in horror. “Bones, what the hell’s going on?!”

When Len didn’t stop moving Jim jumped the bed between them and grabbed his shoulders before he could turn away again. When Jim took his face in his hands and brought it up to his he could see Len was crying. Tears still welling in his eyes and falling down his already stained cheeks. Jim's heart sunk into his stomach at the sight.

“Bones, tell me what's wrong.” He tried to keep his voice steady.

“It’s… it’s Gran, Jim,” he sucked in a shaking breath, “I got a call from a nurse at the hospital in Georgia. She was taken in an hour ago and they don’t think she's-”

Len couldn’t finish his sentence but Jim knew what he meant. He pulled Len in and let him cry into his shoulder while he clutched the back of Jim’s shirt, and Jim ran his fingers through Len's hair at the nape of his neck, “We were just there, Bones, not three weeks ago. What happened?”

He shook his head against Jim's neck, “I don’t know. The nurse said a friend who checks on her every morning stopped by and found her passed out in the living room. No one knows why yet, they were still doing tests and scans.”

Jim nodded and after a minute lightly pushed Len back, “We gotta go then.”

“You’ll come with me?”

Jim took his face again and used his thumbs to wipe away the falling tears, bringing their foreheads together and whispered, “Of course, Bones.”

“Good,” he reached around Jim to grab the two duffels on his bed, handing one to him, “cuz I already packed your bag.”

Jim turned away for a moment, crossing to his side of the room to grab his passport and jacket from the dresser beside his bed. He threw the duffle over his shoulder and took Len's arm guiding him towards the door, “I’ll call the shuttle port and get us some tickets on the way there.”

“Thanks, Jim.”

Hand in hand the two ran through the campus towards the bus terminals, both of them sending silent prayers to Gran.

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When the shuttle arrived in Georgia they went straight to the hospital, not even bothering to stop by the house first. The grabbed a ride to the hospital from the port and where there in less then ten minutes. They didn’t even bother to wait for the elevators and ran up the stairs four at a time until they reached the third floor.

Neither one of them stopped at the information desk, and neither one of them stopped when a nurse spotted them and came running out of the nurse’s station in the intensive care unit.

“Mr. McCoy!” she shouted as she ran after them, no one stopping as Len searched every room for his Gran, “Leonard, wait!”

Finally he came to a room with the name plate “McCoy” and was about to enter when a doctor came walking out and stopped right in front of him, Jim behind him, and the nurse behind Jim.

“Doctor Hannover, how's my Gran?!”

The doctor looked from Len to the nurse behind them and she softly shook her head. The doctor sighed, turning his gaze back to Len, a sympathetic look that Jim understood right away.

“Leonard,” Doctor Hannover began and Jim reached forwards to grab Len's arm as he continued, “your grandmother suffered another stroke, this time it was unfortunately too much for her body to handle. We tried our best, Leonard, I'm sorry for your loss.”

Len's entire world seemed to go cold, white… weightless. He could feel Jim's hand on his arm, he could hear his Gran’s nurse, Karen, speaking in the background, but he couldn’t make out what she was saying. Doctor Hannover was trying to pull him back to reality, Jim was running his other hand across his back, and Karen was trying to pass out tissues, and it was far too much for Leonard to handle. Without a second thought to anyone else, he dropped his bag at his feet, turned, and ran out of the ICU.

Jim turned with him and watched him go out a side door and to a rooftop garden, disappearing into the tall bushes. “I’ll go after him,” Karen began in a soft voice, but Jim cut her off. Dropping his bag beside Len's in the hall and sprinting after Leonard.

He ran out the same door and followed the path he had seen Len take, eventually finding him sitting on the ground, curled in on himself with his hands in his hair. He slowly walked to stand behind him whispering, “Bones,” and gaining no response. Jim knelt down and tucked his hands under Len's arms and lifted him from the ground. His eyes were red and full of tears again, and as soon as he turned and saw Jim's face he launched himself into Jim's arms and sobbed.

The two of them stood on the roof together, neither of them knew for how long, and cried before eventually Jim pulled back just enough to see Len's face and touch their foreheads together to whisper, “You’ve gotta go back inside, Bones, you need to say goodbye.”

He shook his head against Jim's, “I can’t, Jim.”

“You have to.”

He shook his head again, trying to desperately pull Jim even closer to himself. “I can’t… I can’t say goodbye.”

“I’ll be right there with you, Bones,” Jim whispered, “but you have to. For Gran, you’ve got to say goodbye.”

“Your boyfriends right, Leonard,” Karen’s soft voice came from behind them, “you need the closure.”

Len closed his eyes against Jim's cheek as Jim rocked them back and forth, “I'm right here, Bones.”

A few seconds passed and Len finally nodded, and without even thinking about it ran his hand down Jim's arm and entwined their fingers together as they walked back into the hospital.

Slowly they walked into Gran’s room and Jim took it at Leonard's pace, never letting go of his hand. When Len saw his Gran lying in the bed, lifeless and unmoving, it instilled a feeling in him he had never before experienced. His entire body went almost numb, he found it hard to move, to breathe, but eventually found himself at the side of her bed. Len was a doctor, and he had lost patients before and seen his fair share of death, but when it was your own family, someone you loved deeply, it was something else entirely.

All he could do was stand there and stare at her, he didn’t know what else to do. It was Jim who made the first move, still holding Len's hand he stepped around him and placed his free hand over Gran’s on the bed. He leaned in and placed a soft kiss to her forehead and whispered, “Bye, Gran, we’ll miss you,” and stepped back for Len.

He shuffled forwards and sat on the edge of the bed, he took her hand in his as Jim had, and ran his thumb over her fingers. He took his time while he sat beside her, all the while thinking about how much he would miss her, and how his life would never be the same without her. And when he felt he was ready he leaned down to whisper his good byes, “I love you, Gran, thank you for everything,” he whispered against her cheek before he stood and left the room hand in hand with Jim.

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They arrived at the house around nine that night after finishing at the hospital. It was quiet and empty, and neither of them could bring themselves to speak a word as they walked through the halls. They made their way upstairs, and for the first time since the hospital, they let go of each others hands to enter separate bed rooms. Len was exhausted and so was Jim, both resigning to go straight to bed, though neither one slept at all that night.

The next morning Jim was out of bed first. He watched as the sun rose, casting shadows over the foot of his bed and eventually shining straight through the window lighting the entire room. He hadn’t heard Len come out of his room yet, so he threw on some tracks and a loose t-shirt and walked across the hall. As he suspected Len was still in bed, eyes just as tired and red as Jim's felt.

Jim stood beside his bed holding his hand out to Len, “Come on, Bones, we’ve got to get up. You need food and we need to get ready for the funeral this afternoon.”

“She just died, Jim, yesterday,” he sighed, rubbing his tired eyes, “can’t we just take a minute and slow down.”

He sat on the edge of the bed and wiggled his way over to rub against Len's side, “I know its fast but its better this way. She’ll be laid to rest beside your mom and dad, and the rest of your family, and she’ll be at peace.”

He knew Jim was right but that didn’t make him feel any better.

When Len didn’t say anything in response Jim stood, holding his hand out to Len again who took it this time, and let Jim lift him out of the bed. Jim went to Len's duffel and threw him some tracks and a shirt and waited for him to change. When he was finished, Jim once again held his hand out to Len, and once Len's hand was in Jim's it never left for more then a few moments before they were entwined again. Jim was by Len's side the entire time, the two never wanting to be without the other, and Jim wanting to make sure that Len had the complete support and love he needed in this time. Even if that meant just being there and holding his hand, Jim was going to do it.

They walked down the stairs and into the kitchen and it was like walking through a fog. Three weeks ago during their time spent visiting Gran they had woke every morning to the smell of food cooking, smooth crooning music paying as Gran waltzed herself around the kitchen. The whole place was bright and so full of life, but with her absence it felt almost chilling and dull. Like a scene from an old black and white movie.

They grabbed a quick bowl of cereal each, Len playing idly with Jim's fingers in his on the table, and ate in silence. They abandoned their dishes in the sink and made their way back up stairs to get ready, both donning their academy dress uniforms, and before they knew it found themselves heading for the funeral home in town. The day seemed to be moving all too fast for Len, but he was thankful that no matter what he had Jim there to ground him, to hold him in place with a slight squeeze of his hand when he needed it, and that included the time they spent greeting everyone who came to Gran’s funeral.

Len and Jim both stood by the door to the small chapel in the funeral home, greeting everyone that came inside to pay their respects, and thanking them for doing so. Len had to admit that it was exhausting. Having to listen to everyone recite wonderful memories of times with his Gran, accept hugs and kisses, and try not to burst into tears every time someone uttered the words “I'm sorry for your loss”. He knew they were all sincere, he just hated that it had to be true, he hated that he had to lose his Gran all too soon.

As the minister was getting ready and everyone was slowly finding seats, he turned to Jim. Not a word needed to be said between them for Jim to understand what he needed, and he squeezed Len's hand that still remained clutched tightly in his and Jim touched his forehead to Len's, the two closing their eyes to take a silent moment between them.

They were about to walk in and join everyone inside when a hand came to rest gently on Len's shoulder, turning he found a familiar face, “Karen.”

“Oh, Leonard, I'm so sorry for your loss,” she pulled him in for a quick hug before pulling back to look at him, “your grandmother was a sweet lady and everyone at the hospital loved her.”

“Thanks, Karen, I really appreciate you being here, and I'm sure she would too,” Karen nodded as her eyes skirted over to Jim, then down to their clasped hands, “Karen, this is Jim, you guys didn’t get to properly meet yesterday.”

She gave Len a nod as she pursed her lips, then turned to Jim with an outstretched hand and a soft smile, “Hello, Jim.”

“Hello,” he shook her hand, “and thank you for coming.”

“You don’t happen to be Jim Kirk?” she raised a brow at Jim then smiled when he nodded, a bit confused, “I remember your name from Len's grandmothers stories. When Leonard left for school there was suddenly a Jim Kirk in every story she would tell us during her appointments. She would tell us how you two were doing in school, the funny things Leonard would tell her about you, things you two did together, how good she knew you were for each other. It got to the point where we would all anticipate her appointments so we could get an update on you two, and I think she loved bragging about you both. And when she finally got to meet you face to face when you visited last month, she was over the moon about it.”

Jim smiled and could feel a slight blush creeping up his neck, “It’s an honour to have been a part of her life. I only wish I had gotten to know more of her.”

“I wish you had too, Jim,” then she looked between the boys again as the minister called for everyone to take their seats, “she loved you both very much, and I know she was very appreciative of you Jim for all that you do for Leonard. You're such a wonderful boyfriend to our sweet Leonard. I'm very glad he has you.”

They watched her walk inside and take a seat. Neither of them denying her words and instead only shifting closer to one another as they walked inside and to the front row.

As they sat, Jim held Len's hand, and when the minister called Len up to the front to give the eulogy for his Gran, Jim tried to let him go but was only pulled along with him. Jim stood beside him, still hand in hand while he gave his speech, even helping Len to finish it as the words on the pages became too blurry to read, and he had to turn himself into Jim's body seeking his comfort.

Jim held his hand as they sat in the small cemetery and watched as his Gran was lowered into the ground, and held his hand as they walked to the grave, each taking a small handful of dirt and placing it inside. He held Len's hand as they watched the grave be filled in, as the friends of Len's Gran slowly started leaving the cemetery one by one, leaving them there alone. And Jim held his hand while they stood over the freshly turned ground where his Gran now lays with the rest of his family, and when Len said he was ready to leave, Jim held his hand the whole way home.

When they arrived back at the house, they both walked silently up the stairs, finally breaking apart to head into their separate rooms to get ready for bed. When both of them had changed into just track pants, they came to their doors to say good night to the other, but found themselves just standing there staring at each other, neither exactly knowing what to say or do after the days events.

It was Len who made the first move, holding his hand out across the hall, once again seeking Jim's. He took Len's hand without a word and allowed Len to guide him into his room and into his bed. Once the two were under the covers, Len gave Jim's hand a tug pulling him the small distance Jim had left between them. Jim moved closer and held his arms out inviting Len in, and he took the offer without hesitation, craving Jim's warmth and touch. He laid his head on Jim's chest as Jim wrapped his arms tightly around him, and tangled their legs together as Len clutched tightly to Jim's body.

That night Len stayed tucked into Jim and cried all the tears he wanted to cry, and Jim held him close, running gentle fingers through his hair and occasionally placing soft kisses on top of his head, staying awake until Len finally fell asleep.

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The next morning Len decided he couldn’t stay there much longer, he wanted to go back to the academy, back to his home with Jim. The memory of his Gran still so fresh it was too much for him to bear at the moment. Jim nodded and left the room to make arrangements for them to head back, and Len slowly dragged himself out of bed to pack the few things they had scattered around the room.

When he finished he took both bags down stairs to the living room, leaving Jim to continue making their arrangements over his comm in the kitchen. He placed the bags on the couch and startled when a small thud sounded behind him. Confused, he crossed the living room to the pictures that were on the mantle above the fireplace. He looked at them all, remembering all the good times he had with his Gran in this house. Fishing in the creek out back, dancing on the deck, picnics in the apple orchard, riding on a lazy Sunday together through the fields, but one picture had suddenly fallen forwards and was now face down on the mantle. He picked it up and smiled when he saw what it was. It was taken during their visit last month with Gran, when they were outside at the fire lying together in the grass. Gran must have taken the picture of the two of them laughing together, looking completely content and as happy as he had ever been. It was as if Gran was still trying to meddle, still trying to tell him things even thought she was gone now.

As he thought back on the memory, Jim called for him from the kitchen to let him know that they had tickets and a car would be arriving in five minutes to take them to the shuttle port. So he walked back to their bags on the couch, the picture still in his hands, and placed it in his bag before grabbing them and heading out the front door with Jim.

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Len looked to Jim's still resting face, eyes still closed, hand still loose in his. When Len lost his Gran, the only family he had left, he knew he wasn’t alone. He had Jim. Jim, who was right beside him the whole time, through her death, the funeral, the burial, and even after.

Jim, who held him almost every night after they left Georgia for good. The week following her funeral was rough, and Jim would crawl into Len's bed every night and let him cry into his chest until he fell asleep. Even after the tears stopped at night, Jim would still crawl in beside Len, and after a while Jim stopped using his bed all together and would immediately get in beside Len every night. Len would even find him there when he would come home after a late shift in the medbay.

Sharing a bed had stopped when they boarded the Enterprise since they had separate quarters, and Len would be the first to admit that since they separated sleeping had become a thing of the past. He missed Jim's warm solid body beside him at night, he missed waking up with Jim's head tucked under his chin, their arms and legs wrapped around each other.

“You know, Jim, when Gran died you were the only thing that kept me from spiraling into the ground. Without you there to keep me going I'm sure I would have ended up right back where I was when we met on the shuttle in Riverside. Broken, drunk, lost. But you were there, every step of the way to make sure my dumb ass didn’t fall back, and i didn’t even have to ask,” he ran his thumb across Jim's knuckles as he spoke, “and another thing I'm going to be changing when you wake up… as soon as you're well enough to be discharged and can sleep in your own room again, I'm moving my stuff out of my place and straight into yours. No more sleeping alone. I know you did it back then because of Gran, but then it just became… normal. We never should have taken separate rooms. I don’t know about you, but I hated it from the start and I still do. So, whether you like it or not, Jim, I'm moving in.”

Len sighed hard, pinching the bridge of his nose. His Gran was right all those years ago, Jim was special and meant more to Len then he could bring himself to admit back then. But if this mess had taught him anything, it was that life was too short to let things like fear get in your way of true happiness. So he vowed that when he did finally have Jim awake and back in his arms again, this time, he wasn’t letting go ever again.

He leaned forwards, placing his head on Jim's chest, right over his heart to listen to the steady thrum. “You better come back to me soon, kid… you're all I’ve got left and you can’t leave me too.”

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A/N: Did that hurt anyone else as much as it hurt me?? I actually cried. So let me know what you guys think! <3<3<3 And if anyone wants to be tagged, don’t be shy :)

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