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Five pick up lines Kirk might use on Bones? Asked by [livejournal.com profile] foxysquid
They developed into partly longer story snippets – sorry for that (or not ;).



1) (Pre-TOS)
The lieutenant joined him in the turbolift, still slightly limping in his left leg, but all in all in a much better shape than McCoy had ever known him. Kirk smiled at him, that charming smile that had made half the department go out of their way to please the young man.

"I wanted to invite you to a little recovery party, doctor."

"A party? Who else is coming?" McCoy asked.

"Just you and me. A cosy little gathering." The lieutenant winked.

"You're my patient," McCoy replied, but couldn't help smiling too.

"Not much longer." Kirk waved the tape in his hand. "That's my transfer order." He drew a bit nearer. "You know me inside out and outside in, doc. Don't you think that's an unfair advantage?"

2) (Post-TMP)
Kirk found McCoy sitting on the couch in the observation lounge, right leg crossed over the left knee, a cigarette in his hand and his eyes fixed on no particular spot of the big window.

"Smoking is forbidden on starships," Kirk said and eyed him critically. "When did you pick up that nasty habit?"

"In the outer rim. Everyone does it there." McCoy took a deep puff. "And these are low in nicotine."

He looked up at Kirk. "What brings you up here?"

"Wondered where you are."

McCoy blew out some smoke. "Does it matter?"

Kirk sat down opposite to him, in the same armchair from which Spock had faced them only days ago.

"When I said that I needed you, I meant it."

"Well, you got him now," McCoy said dismissively.

"Spock is Spock. You are you."

"This simple feeling...?"

"Isn't that simple, and it doesn't look as if Spock's ready to realize that."

"Yes, he seemed a bit overly emotional. May take him some time to find his balance again." McCoy took a last puff, then pressed the butt into a little metal box that had rested in his left hand, invisible to Kirk. He closed it diligently.

"So what do you suggest, Jim?"

"I've got a bottle of Saurian brandy in my quarters," Kirk said. "It's waiting for you."

McCoy stared at him, robbed of speech - then he shook his head in a mixture of disbelief and admiration.

"I think I've heard this line before."

"It worked at that time."

"More than four years ago. Moving on from where we left?"

"Why not?"

McCoy combed through his hair. There were a lot of damn good reasons to say no. But there was also Jim, who, Lord help him, was a charismatic and magnetic personality McCoy couldn't keep away from. He had come back, after all. He might just as well go back to where he started.

3) (Post ST III)
"I'm going to bed," Kirk said and put a hand on McCoy's knee. "You're coming with me?"

Maybe it wasn't a good idea, he thought, as he saw McCoy's blue eyes widening. He was ready to play it down as joke; he was just as ready to admit the truth, that he was exhausted beyond measure and sick and tired of walking the tight rope with someone he cared about too much.

But then McCoy surprised him, as he simply said two words: "Yes, Jim."

4) (Pre ST V)
"So, what's it all about?" McCoy asked when Kirk and he finally had hung out the fishing rod at the clear little river next to their camp.

"Shhh," Kirk whispered. "You'll scare away the salmon."

McCoy didn't care for fishing, and right now he also didn't care for salmon, even if it was supposed to be their dinner. Therefore he only marginally lowered his voice.

"The two of you threw me out of bed in the middle of the night, made a barely recovered patient collect all those camping gear he hasn't used in ages and forced him through miles of woodland. Why?"

"We felt it was about time," Kirk said.

"Time?"

"Yes. You evaded us long enough."

"Did I?"

"Yes."

McCoy didn't have to ask what Kirk meant. There'd been that invitation - to dinner, and more - some months ago. He's plainly refused the suggestion of carrying their friendship to any other level, and not in a really nice way. It had smelled of all the wrong reasons, and he'd hoped they had stuffed it back into whichever closet of their tangled psyche it had escaped from.

"So you still have that crazy idea?"

"Yes." Kirk eyed him from the corner of his eyes. "'It is illogical to fight the inevitable', to cite our resident Vulcan."

"And you think, now that you've got me in the middle of nowhere with no emergency exit and only one tent, I'd agree to it?"

"Yes."

"You're nuts. Certifiable nuts."

"Maybe." Kirk turned to face him. "But not nuts enough to let someone who's a part of us stay away from the love that he's offered by playing martyr on the altar of friendship."

McCoy growled. "It wouldn't work out."

"So you thought about." Kirk smiled.

"How could I not, after being pushed nose forward into that discussion?"

Kirk bent forward. "Admit, it wasn't all bleary in your imagination," he said softly.

"Not…everything," McCoy agreed. "But the ending was never fun."

"There's no end to the story, Bones. Not as long as we can write it."

Kirk put his hand on McCoy's face. McCoy tensed but didn't pull away. "It could be like this…" Kirk whispered and guided his friend into a first kiss. "Or this." He kissed him again, slightly opening his lips and seeking contact.

McCoy closed his eyes and gave in to it. It was just as weird as he'd expected it, the wrong kind of chin, scraping and rough…the wrong kind of lips, too large…but it was also as if they knew each other forever. The smell, the skin…

He sighed softly as they parted.

"Still think it's a bad idea?"

"Definitely," he said, but the warmth in his guts was vividly disagreeing.

5) (ST VI, on Rura Penthe)

"My bunk or yours?" Kirk asked.

McCoy stifled a laughter; then, when he saw Kirk's eyes, he sobered. "You mean it?"

"Yes."

"After all these years...? I'm not sure we should break with habits."

"If this isn't the right time to start this, I don't know when," Kirk said and moved to the edge of his little bunk.

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Date: 2006-08-31 08:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] watergal.livejournal.com
Aw. I liked #2 in particular. It's so comfortable, and yet has that post TMP sense of new things opening up.

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Date: 2006-08-31 08:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] syredronning.livejournal.com
2, comfortable? Interesting how mileages vary...*muses*

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Date: 2006-09-03 02:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] foxysquid.livejournal.com
Oh, I'm so glad to see they developed into story snippets! I really enjoyed reading them.

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Date: 2006-09-03 04:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] syredronning.livejournal.com
Thank you! :) Glad you liked them :))

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