#james t kirk: the walking genius/idiot paradox

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Jim Kirk x fem!reader (14) aka I finally get to the point

“Just be glad you’ve still got hair, kid,” Bones was saying as you entered the medbay two days later. “What?” Jim questioned, staring blankly after the CMO. “Hair?” “Ny was going to cut it off,” you explained, leaning against the doorframe. “To be fair, you were conscious when she threatened you so it was fair game.” Jim ran his hands through his hair, as though checking it was all still there. “It’s your best asset,” Bones teased, walking out. “Even (Y/N) wouldn’t love you without it.” “Don’t listen to him,” you protested, limping over to Jim’s bed. “Your eyes are a pretty good bonus too.” He gaped at you, feigning offence, and you grinned, leaning your head on his shoulder. “I’m kidding, we obviously all stick around for your charming personality.” “I’m surrounded by liars,” he professed, dramatically, throwing himself back on his pillows. “Liars, crooks, faux amis!” “At least we didn’t leave you to die in a pit.”

“You should be asleep,” Jim pointed out, ambling onto the obs deck at 0530. “Bones told me about your full night vigil. You must be exhausted.” “And you should be in medbay, but I guess neither of us likes the rules too much.” You spun around to face him, standing to help him sit down. “Besides, I’m rather fond of our early morning stargazing.” Jim laughed, leaning against you, tiredly. “Uhura told me what you did down on the planet,” he continued, eventually. “You could’ve died getting Uhura and I out of there.” “You may not have been physically right behind me doing the same thing this time,” you bit back, without heat, “But I was definitely channelling you as I did it. Besides, as you said, I could make the hard decision because I knew I was with the best crew, and if there was a way to get me back, they would.” He sighed, and you ran your hand through his hair. “I can’t pretend to like knowing you put yourself in danger,” he conceded, relaxing against your touch, “But I can’t pretend I wouldn’t have done the same thing.” “I’m not going to go down to a planet and leave there knowing there was something I could have done to save you, Jim,” you admitted, resting your chin on top of his head. “I can’t. I won’t leave you behind.” “That’s what scares me,” he answered, though he didn’t pull away. “That could get you killed.” “And I wouldn’t regret it.” You pulled away, looking him directly in the eye. “Jim, you must know by now that you���re special to me. In a different way to how Ny and Chris, or Bones, Scotty, Chekov, Sulu or Spock. But I’d do anything in my power to keep them safe as well. I love you, so much it hurts and I didn’t even think I knew what that meant until I met you. But I love them as well, and I’m never going to leave any of you behind knowing that I could have done something, even if it has a one in a million chance of working and I’m more likely to die in the process. And you know every single one of us would say the same. That’s why we’re the best crew in the fleet together, beyond our qualifications.” “Are you telling me that emotional compromise is the key to what StarFleet has trying to gain for the last hundred years?” he queried, almost laughing despite himself. “No, I’m telling you that in a crew as disciplined and eminently qualified as the one you’ve collected here, the one thing that puts all of us so far ahead of the other experts in our fields is the loyalty we share and the faith we have in that.”

“Bones!” McCoy rushed through the medbay to Jim’s bedside, keeping one eye on the monitor as he examined Jim for any change. “What?” he asked, eventually, seeing no physical changes. “She said she loved me.” Jim was staring, unseeing, at the wall, before he flicked his head to McCoy. “She said she loved me!” “Kid, if that’s news to you, you have worse observation skills than I thought.” Bones felt himself sag with relief as he processed his next biting remark. “And that’s saying something.” “Boooneess!” Jim grabbed him by the arms. “She said she loved me.” “Jim, as your CMO, I have no comment,” he settled with, eventually. “As your friend, I can tell you there’s been an illegal betting pool running on when you two would get together since she passed the Maru. And if you made your move in the next week, you’d really be doing me a favour.” “You what?” Jim stared at him for a minute, then scrambled out of the bed. “What are you doing?” Bones stabilised him as he wobbled a bit, grunting as Jim shoved him lightly to the side and took off at a brisk limp. “Jim! You can’t just–argh.” The turbo lift shut in McCoy’s face, the obstinate captain disappearing inside it.

You and Nyota turned to face the turbo lift as the doors opened, eyes widening as Jim staggered out. You jumped to your feet, instantly, and caught him as he stumbled. “What the hell?” you questioned, holding him up. Spock turned to face the commotion. “Captain?” The raised eyebrow showed none of his concern, though his dark eyes brimmed with it. “You are still on medical leave.” “Damn bloody well right he is!” McCoy busted in, angrily, storming onto the bridge. “Running around like a lovesick fool!” Jim clung adamantly to you as McCoy took his other arm, trying to catch his breath through the pain in his side. “You’ve still got a punctured lung!” McCoy flicked his head to you, and you nodded, helping him lead a relatively willing Jim back to the turbo lift. The doors shut off the bridge behind you and Jim turned to look at you, opened his mouth, and slumped forward into you. You caught him, instantly, lifting him bridal style even as McCoy tried vainly to balance him. “What was that about?” you asked, following McCoy through the halls towards medbay. “Apparently he has problems with hearing as well,” Bones scowled, gesturing to a biobed and calling Christine over. “Whatever great love confession you slipped out this morning only just sank in.” The two of them bustled away, wheeling Jim’s biobed away, as Christine shot you a sympathetic glance over her shoulder. You stared after them for a second, sighed, and returned to the bridge, leaving a note on the door saying very firmly to comm you when Jim was out of surgery.

“Len, he’s awake!” Jim blinked blearily against the sterile white lights of the medbay, your voice gentle at his side as you held his hand. He groaned as Bones prodded him with a hypo. “Serves you damn right for trying to kill yourself on your own ship in the one moment of peace we’ve had for the last week,” McCoy scolded in response, checking over his vitals. “When I said I had money on you making a move this week, I didn’t mean to go running off to the bridge immediately. You have a punctured lung, Jim!” “So that’s why I’ve been short of breath for three days.” A lopsided grin formed on Jim’s tired face as Bones spluttered, indignantly. “Relax, Bones. I won’t go anywhere.” “Damn right you won’t.” You clapped a hand over your mouth as you and Bones spoke at the same time. Bones grinned, victoriously, and swept out of the room with a bounce in his step. “Look what you’ve done to me, James Kirk,” you sighed, melodramatically. “Got me sounding like Bones!” Jim chuckled, but it devolved quickly into a cough, and you handed him a glass of water as it subsided, helping him slowly into a sitting position to drink it. “Well, apparently, you love me for it,” he responded, once he got his breath back. “Yeah,” you admitted, with a soft smile. “Yeah I do.”