#i don’t like it actually I think that shera should have been allowed to live her own life not revolving around cid

[shiominato]

everyone knows cid and shera are married because only cid’s name is on the house and after shinra died out it was virtually impossible to get the house signed over to her so getting “married” let her have the house while cid gets to fly around in his airship

[amaluelmwood]

He who Came And Never Left - Part 03

@spikeghost omg and more 

Part 01 - Part 02

Fandom: Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies), Star Trek Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James T. Kirk/Leonard “Bones” McCoy/Spock, James T. Kirk & Leonard “Bones” McCoy Characters: James T. Kirk, Leonard “Bones” McCoy, Christopher Pike Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Academy Era, Medical Procedures, Slow Burn, Paranoia, Divorced McCoy, Cadets, Hospitals, Past Abuse, Past Child Abuse, Past Torture, Cadet McCoy, POV Leonard McCoy, Hand wavy science Series: Part 1 of Augment Kirk Summary: Under the supervision of Admiral Pike and half the Starfleet Medical Authority, McCoy is tasked with opening a recently discovered stasis tube and dealing with the person found within. That person is one Jim Kirk, an Augment who was last awake in the 2020′s. ---

Leonard sits heavily in his desk chair and stares at the readouts from the biobed on his monitor. Jim is asleep, in a normal REM cycle at the moment, and has been sleeping normally for the last hour and a half of three.

In that time Leonard has filed his reports, set up Jim’s eating schedule and dug out his psychology books in an effort to brush up on his ability to actually help the kid. He has also argued with Admiral Pike about the kid’s visitations. Half of Starfleet Medical and Science divisions want in on the kid; just as Leonard suspects what he is, so do his superiors, and they all want the chance to get their hands on the kid’s blood, the kid’s neural map, the kid’s story.

As Jim’s primary physician however, Leonard has vetoed all unnecessary contact until the kid is judged well enough to deal with it all. Even though he’s still only a cadet within Starfleet, Leonard’s medical credentials give him more than enough clout, automatically giving him the position of Lieutenant within the ‘fleet, and he is stubborn enough that Admiral Pike - his recruiting officer - not only trusts his judgement, but has lent his considerable weight to it.

He rubs a hand over his face, pinching at the bridge of his nose briefly and pressing thumb and index finger into his eyes for a moment, attempting to press away the fatigue snapping at his heels. Jim had woken up barely six hours after being removed from the pod - a heretofore unknown recovery time - meaning Leonard actually hasn’t slept more than a half hour snatched here and there in near 30 hours. And the kid’s body had recovered exceptionally quickly from something that should have left them immobile and needing physiotherapy for weeks, instead leaving them only weak and shaking as they moved about on the biobed.

Jim, unintentionally, is going to cause the mother of all medical and scientific nightmares as separate divisions of Starfleet try to get them under their control.

Leonard refuses to let that happen. The kid might be… what they all suspect they are, but that doesn’t mean the kid isn’t allowed to live their life, to have the autonomy to live it how and where they want, without the ‘fleet breathing down their neck. They’re still a person. They still have rights. And if there’s anything in this ‘verse that Leonard feels strongly about, it is that sentient beings have inalienable rights simply by existing. He will fight tooth and nail for Jim if needs be.

But first - he glances at the biobed readings and notices the kid is waking up again.

Picking up the PADD, he heads to Jim’s room.

---

The security staff have switched out.

“Fuck,” Leonard doesn’t give a shit who hears him as he doubles his pace, having spotted the new guards at Jim’s door from the end of the hall. Shit, damn, he needs to get there before the kid -

The third guard, the one stationed inside Jim’s room, comes flying through the door, tail first and clearly unconscious.

“No! Stand down!” Leonard yells as the two guards grab their phasers, they glance up at his command and hesitate, which gives him just long enough to reach them as the door opens again.

“Dammit, I said stand down!” And he plants himself between the guards and the door, where he can just see Jim crouching in the shadows, huddled against the wall at the far side of the room, Officer Sheras’ phaser clutched in shaking fingers. He looks back at the guards, glaring at them, daring them to move, “Stand, the hell, down.”

Officer Sonoda huffs and nods, “Alright, but we’re keeping them in sight, and you don’t close that door.”

Officer ch'Vraasa follows suit with a stiff nod and drops into a crouch, fingers finding Officer Sheras’ pulse under the Caitian’s mane. With another nod, he indicates that Sheras is alright so Leonard relaxes and drops down beside him. With careful hands he rolls the Caitian into the recovery position and pulls his tricorder out. Running it over the unconscious officer, he releases a huff of frustration.

“He’s fine, out cold, maybe a concussion, but he should be fine. Get him to the main bay and get him checked over. Now.” He orders with a glare.

As Officer ch'Vraasa lifts officer Sheras and carries him to the main infirmary ward, Leonard shoves the tricorder back into his pocket, stands and turns to face the darkened room, immediately seeking out Jim’s watchful gaze.

Making sure his hands are visible at all times, he moves slowly into the room. Jim doesn’t move, only watches him in silence, fingers white knuckling their grip on the blankets their huddling under.

“Jim. I’m sorry kid, I tried to get here before you woke up, but I guess I fucked that up, huh?”

Jim just continues to watch him in silence. Leonard stops a couple feet from the kid and then shifts deliberately to one side, until he reaches the wall to Jim’s right. He leans back against it then slides down until his rump hits the floor and he’s effectively sitting next to Jim - if sitting with a careful two foot distance between their bodies can be called sitting next to them.

“I am sorry, Jim. You shouldn’t have had to wake up feeling threatened. I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again.” He pauses as Jim continues to watch him. “Are you ok?”

Jim is silent for a long moment before they respond with a simple nod and Leonard can see the relaxing again.

He nods at the phaser in Jim’s hand, “Can I have the phaser?”

Jim glances down at it and there’s the little crease between their brows again, then they look back up at Leonard and slowly reach out, handing the phaser to him without comment.

Leonard takes the phaser, places it on the floor and shoves it away with his foot. He knows how to use the things, of course, but damned if he likes them or tolerates them in his infirmary without extreme surliness. He’s a goddamn doctor, not a soldier, and that means he does no harm.

“I guess if you’re from when I think you are, you’re used to guns?”

Jim blinks at him, then carefully nods.

“Well, these are phasers. If I remember my engineering correctly, they emit nadion beams. They can be set to stun or kill - these ones are set to stun, so if you were hit by one, you’d be knocked out, but not killed.”

Jim appears to be listening intently as Leonard explains, and when he finishes the kid swings his gaze over to the phaser, then over to the door, where Sonoda stands guard watching Leonard and Jim in silence.

“Jim,” he waits for the intense blue gaze to return to him, “Jim, were you hurt?”

Jim doesn’t respond for a long time, so Leonard shifts slightly “Jim, if you were hurt I want to help. That’s all. I promise, no damn funny business, I’m a doctor, not a sadist.”

Jim snorts at that and suddenly all the tension disappears from their body, leaving hem sagging against the wall. Then they nod and lift their left arm, the blanket shifting enough that Leonard can see the long, lightly bleeding scratches up the kid’s forearm.

Leonard growls, “Goddamn Caitian’s and their goddamn claws.”

Remarkably, Jim huffs what sounds like a laugh as Leonard frowns at them, “This ain’t funny, kid. I’m gonna have to give you a damned shot for this, you’ve never encountered Caitian’s before, and god only knows what was under his goddamn claws.”

Jim just smirks at him, and if it was any other time, Leonard would smile back, but right now he’s a little preoccupied with making sure his patient doesn’t die of something entirely preventable just because they haven’t had the necessary vaccinations every damn terran gets in childhood these days.

He gets to his feet and holds out a hand, “Alright kid, I need to check those scratches over.”

After a moment of silent contemplation, Jim reaches out and actually takes Leonard’s hand. Stifling the pang of relief and disbelief at the simple admission of trust, Leonard pulls the kid to their feet with a woof of effort - the kid’s heavier than they look.

Once the kid has settled back on the bed again, Leonard grabs his tricorder and medkit, “Lights; 75%.”

Jim flinches as the lights adjust so he can see properly, staring up at the ceiling and then at Leonard in apparent wonder. Leonard blinks as he carefully takes Jim’s arm in his hands; something must be going right, because the kid is beginning to show actual emotions.

“Alright kid,” he says as he gently turns Jim’s forearm too and fro to examine the scratches, “I’m going to need to clean these before I can hit them with the dermal regenerator.”

Jim gives him what he thinks is a questioning look, so he picks up the first of the sterilizer swabs, “There ain’t no way to do this without some discomfort yet, so… this may hurt a bit.”

Jim simply watches in silence, not a flicker of an expression on their features now, as Leonard carefully wipes each of the scratches clean with a separate swab for each. Then he picks up the dermal regenerator. He holds it so that Jim can see it clearly, “This is to repair the skin, it’ll feel a little weird, but it won’t hurt. You’ll just have some fresh skin patches for a little while.”

When Jim nods, Leonard sets to work, passing the Regenerator over each of the scratches.

“I’m puttin’ this in the report,” Leonard grumbles, “Changin’ the guard and not informing me? Of course that was gonna end well, goddamn idiots.”

Jim makes the huffing-laugh noise again and Leonard looks at him, “And what’s so funny, kid? I’m a doctor, not a comedian.” But he feels pleased, under all the gruff and grumble, that the kid is actually responding, actually exhibiting emotions. It means there’s definitely something he can work with going on behind those bright, watchful eyes.

And this time, when Jim is once again settled in bed and carefully spooning broth into their mouth, Leonard stays. He pulls up a chair, his PADD and makes himself comfortable so he can keep a weather eye on the kid.

Nurse Kim comes to inform him that Officer Sheras has woken up, is fine, no concussion, has already given his report - apparently Jim had tried to communicate, Sheras had misunderstood and it resorted in a short scuffle that Jim won by knocking out and then flinging the Caitian through the door - and has been sent home with orders to rest.

Leonard adds all this to his scathing report to Admiral Pike, and then allows himself to drift a little as he watches Jim sleep. Before long, listening to the gentle noises of the scanner and the near silent whisper of Jim’s breathing, Leonard actually falls asleep.