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Fic: Someday Came Today, Kirk/McCoy

Title: Someday Came Today
Author: caitri
Rating: PG (language)
Pairings: Kirk/McCoy
Word Count: 1,153
Summary: Comment Fic for lindmere's Fast Forward Theater of Small Town Saturday Night.
Warnings: n/a
Disclaimer: I know this may come as a shock, but I am not, amazing as it may seem, Gene Roddenberry, J.J. Abrams, Paramount or Bad Robot. Just so you know.

Jim stared at his best friend. “Jocelyn wants you back? Seriously?”

Bones glared at him. “Thanks, Jim,” he said. “That was real supportive of ya.”

Jim flinched. “I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just, you know—she was bitching at you two weeks ago and now we just got back to Earth”—Jim gestures expansively, as if that could somehow take in the Narada, the destruction of Vulcan, how very close Earth came to a similar fate—“and now she wants to get back together? It’s just—just—“

“Just what, Jim?” Bones stares at him. His nostrils are flaring, and his hazel eyes are dark, damn near unreadable.

“Just—“ Unfair is what Jim wants to say. The two men had always been close friends, but the last few weeks spent on Enterprise as she limped home on impulse power, the stress of it all, had thrown the two of them some place on the edge of more, and Jim desperately wanted to know if that was real or just a gut-response to near-death experiences, and—he should probably finish his sentence some time this century, huh? “—convenient,” he finishes, lamely.

“Mmph,” Bones grunts. “Maybe. But I’m going to Georgia tomorrow.” He turns to leave.

“I just thought--“ Jim blurts. Stops. Bones stares at him, and Jim can feel the next words falling out despite himself. “I just thought—you and me? We’d get it right between us. Some day.”

Bones looks at him for a long moment. “Yeah,” he says. “Yeah. Me too.”

And then he leaves.

Jim tries to think of the perfect response, the thing that will make Bones his and not his ex-wife’s. But he can’t, and his throat seems to have frozen, and he watches the other man walk out the door.


Jim had meant to take the shuttle to Georgia with Bones. It was unspoken tradition: where one went, so the other. Jim always followed Bones across the continent for holiday furloughs; the rare times he returned to Iowa, there was Bones right beside him.

Bones left without him this time.

Something was seriously akimbo with a world in which a cadet who hadn’t even graduated was made the Captain of the fleet’s flagship, and Bones was going somewhere without him.

So. Jim goes to Georgia, too.

Almost every population center on Earth has a transporter pad, even if only for emergencies. Jim Kirk saved the entire planet, so it’s extraordinarily easy for him to talk a transport technician into beaming him to Atlanta. He found out Bones had left a few hours earlier, so by the time he actually gets to Bones’s place in the mountains, the other man’s had a few hours for his reunion with Jocelyn.

Jim plans everything has he drives the two hours from the city to McCoy’s old stomping grounds. He comes up with this brilliant speech. He calls Jocelyn on her manipulative crap. It’s awesome and ends with him and Bones walking into the sunset.

When he actually drives up, and sees Bones and Jocelyn and Joanna—and God that little girl is so happy to be with her Daddy again, and he with her—he stops. Stares. Feels the fucking fool.

He watches Jocelyn say something, watches Bones’s mouth quirk upwards in response. JoJo runs up to him, then, and he positively beams at her before picking her up and spinning her around. She giggles and he laughs—an open, free sound.

Jim feels a fucking fool, a selfish, horrible, twisted fuck-up.

Seriously? He was going to take Bones away from Joanna? The one person Bones loves more than anything in the universe? Who does that?

He slams his fist to the wheel in frustration, and stares at the tableau before him.

Bones is happy.

Jim can’t take that away from him.

His eyes burn, and he realizes his face is wet.

Swallowing back the bile of loss, but knowing it’s a—a “far, far better thing” or some old shit like that—he drives right back to Atlanta, and goes back to San Francisco.


It’s three days later and the commendation ceremony is in an hour. Jim checks himself in the mirror one last time before he heads to Cochrane Hall, and then the door opens, and there’s Bones. The other man is still dressed in his civvies—jeans, a light blue tshirt.

“Hey,” he greets Jim.

“Hi,” Jim says. It comes out a croak. “Hi,” he says again, more clearly this time. “I, uh, I’m surprised to see you here. I thought you were gone.”

“Just for a bit.” Bones puts his duffle down, then pulls a uniform from his set of drawers. “The shuttle was delayed—I meant to get back a few hours ago. Cuttin’ it close.”

“Yeah. I guess.” Jim doesn’t know what else to say.

Bones is stripping down, changing into the uniform. Jim looks away. “You’re quiet,” Bones says. “That’s not like you.”

“Lot of things on my mind,” Jim says. “I guess yours, too, huh?”

“Yeah,” Bones grunts. He’s pulling his boots on now, and Jim turns to look at him—the beloved profile he knows so well. Fuck, it’s going to kill him to never see Bones again. “Yeah, no shit.”

“Yeah.” Jim is quiet again. “So when do you muster out?” he asks.

“’M not.”

Jim doesn’t think he heard him correctly at first. “Huh?” he says.

“I’m not,” Bones says, clearly this time. He’s looking at Jim, eyes unreadable. “I’m not leaving.”

“You’re not?” Something like relief floods through Jim, but he can’t quite believe it. Doesn’t dare to.

“I’m not,” Bones repeats. He’s up then, taking Jim by the arms. “Look, Jim, I—Oh, to hell with it,” he says, and kisses Jim hard.

Jim loses coherent thought for a moment there. All he knows is that Bones’s mouth is warm, his kiss firm and—and serious is the only other word that comes to mind—and that he’s too astonished to think anything else.

When the kiss ends, they are both breathing harshly. “What?” Jim asks. “How?”

“I love you, idiot,” Bones says gruffly. “I love JoJo, too, and I used to love Jocelyn, but—but I need to be with you. And that’s all there is to it.” He pauses. “’Sides,” he adds, “I can’t let you go into space without a decent doctor. Your allergies would kill you before any more Romulans or Klingons could get close enough, and where’d we all be then? Up shit creek without a paddle, that’s where.”

“So we’re together?” Jim asks. Just for clarification’s sake and all. “Together-together? Now, and not some day?”

“Yeah, Jim,” Bones says softly. “Some day came today.”

Jim shakes his head, smiles, and kisses him again. And then they look at the clock, and run like hell, because there’s a ceremony and a ship waiting for them.



( 7 comments — Add your .02 )
Jul. 15th, 2010 03:12 am (UTC)
I loved this!
Jul. 15th, 2010 03:21 am (UTC)
Thanks!!! :D
Jul. 15th, 2010 03:22 am (UTC)
Love it!
Jul. 15th, 2010 03:28 am (UTC)
Thank you!!!
Jul. 15th, 2010 04:51 am (UTC)
oh man I thought you where about to slap me with against...then bam all fluffy. <3 Sooo cute.
Jul. 19th, 2010 08:33 pm (UTC)

You and me? We will be having WORDS. D:

Seriously though, this is awesome. And adorable. And angsty. And possibly other words starting with A.

And I'm almost over my shock that you wrote Jim having serious allergies into a fic. 0_o
Jul. 19th, 2010 09:44 pm (UTC)
Because it was comment-fic I wrote last week for jim_and_bones when you weren't online? ;p

Also thanks for all the a-words. :D
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