It wasn’t uncommon during a diplomatic mission for Jim to ask Spock and Bones to accompany him. It wasn’t even uncommon for the people of the planet they were visiting to have a list of demands before they allowed Starfleet officers entry. But this…this was new.

Before Jim, Bones and Spock could enter into negotiations on Timbo II, they were asked by the high council members to submit to a test. And due to Murphy’s Law and Kirk luck and the fact that the whole damn ‘Verse seemed to be out to get Bones, it wasn’t just any test. The test–ingrained into the right of passages for trusted members of the Timbo II society–was to experience their worst fears through a simulation.

No one but Bones notices the way Jim tenses immediately. The kid’s worst fears are worse than most people, with all he’s been through. So Bones volunteers. Says that he’ll bargain with them. If they let him go through first and he wins or passes or whatever the best case scenario is, they have to spare their Captain. He’s trusted enough on the Ship, that trust should be good enough for the Timbo II people. Right?

But Bones doesn’t realize how bad it can be.

At first, there’s nothing. He sits on the stool as little drones fly above him and map out his fear matrix (or so Jim calls it). Quickly, the rocky welcome center of Timbo II fades away into a vestibule like area, grey and amorphous. He can hear Jim and Spock and the hushed voices of the Timbo II as they pray for his strength to face his fears.

He rolls his eyes and squares his shoulder. He’s done enough research on simulations to know that there’s always a chance the results are skewed because they’re aware it’s only a simulation. Unless outside circumstances–a drug, for instance–helps the subject along, the reality of the simulation isn’t enough to convince you that fears or the high stakes of a field surgery are real.

He was wrong here too. As soon as the walls pulse a pink and then a deeper red, Timbo and Jim and Spock fade away. For one startling moment, he’s not sure where he is and then–

“Bones.”

Jim is being dragged by the collar of his Captain’s tunic by one of the Timbo council members they just met.

“Bones, Spock’s dead. We failed, you gotta get out of–” Before he can finish, the council member drops him to the floor grounds a knee into his back. With his palms on either side of Jim’s face–his eyes wild and chest heaving as he struggles against the other man, the council member wrenches Jim’s neck with a grunt.

“No.” Bones can’t register what happened. They were on the planet, there was a test, Jim–

The council member grins at him and licks a bead of blood on the corner of one lip.

Bones surges upward and runs at the man as he reaches down and rips the Starfleet insignia off Jim’s tunic.

And then–

“Choose, McCoy.”

“What?”

Where the fuck is he? He whirls around and recognizes a piece of a Shuttle’s cockpit, lopsided and sinking into sand, dust choking the air.

He hears crying and then a startled grunt as it’s cut off.

“Shut-up, brat.” The same voice from before says.

“Hey, it’s okay Jo Jo.” Jim, from somewhere behind him breathes and then. “Let them go, man. You got what you want. Let them go.”

“And let them bring the Federation down on us, hell no. I want to ensure that you don’t follow us. Now, McCoy. You wanna me to kill 'em both or kill one. You choose.”

Bones turns slowly to see his daughter held against the chest of a dusty looking man dressed in tatters of Starfleet uniforms and his face is mottled with bruises and scars. . Her eyes are wide and her face is red and blotchy, she’s shaking against him but she’s too quiet, held too tightly by the forearm against her chest.

“Starfleet knows we crashed, okay? It won’t be long until they send someone. Take me and let’s go.”

The man’s eyes dart from Bones to Jim and Bones is about to plead that he let Jo go, just take him instead, leave his daughter alone when a phaser shot freezes cracks through the small space.

Jim drops to his knees, blood blooming in a an arc in the sand, and Joanna screams. The tattered man blinks as a short woman with the same dishelved appearance strides in. “Quit talking, Leighton and get moving.”

“Jesus, Lenore. We coulda had a bounty.”

“Fine. Take the girl and let’s go. Finish the doc.”

Bones rushes at Lenore first, who shoots the phaser wildly in surprise. He hears the startled grunt of the man behind and whips around to see Jo bite down on his arm as he drags her away into the desert behind.

“Daddy!” She screams but Lenore has him pinned with a phaser to the chest.

“Sorry, doc.” She shrugs and then shoots his knee. “Gotta leave you as the messenger. Tell the Federation Kodos is back.”

Opposite on the floor, bleeding out and white as the sand around them, Jim hauls himself up and swings a phaser at Lenore’s back as she runs to the shuttle parked away from their wreck. He fires twice, once missing her and the other hitting her right in the back. She hits the sand at the same time Jim hits the metal of the shuttle’s floor.

Bones drags himself across to the opening, screaming and hollering for Jo while he leaves a trail of blood, panting as he goes.

He sees the shuttle lift off, sees it wobble in the air before gaining speed and disappearing above the clouds.

He’s clutching his leg when the room pulses again and another nightmare unfolds and then another: he loses Jim on the operating table, watches as Khan’s blood slowly wears away at Jim until he’s hollow and bloodthirsty. He experiences the the slow free fall of the Enterprise to Earth, no one around to slow it’s progress, he floats in space hundreds of miles above earth with no tether and oxygen that’s running low.

Feverish and exhausted, Bones finally collapses onto his knees on the hard surface of the vestibule, head in his hands, eyes screwed shut. But that doesn’t help.

The simulations keep coming: Joanna, Jim, the crew all dead, missing, injured, Bones too slow to help, to save them.

It all ends when Jim grabs him and pulls him close, screaming at the Timbo people to stop.

Spock and the Security team level their phasers at Timbo’s Lead Council Member who tells them that they must end the simulation or end negotiations.

Jim gives the King a look he reserves for the worst of the press and the few John Harrison/Marcus sympathizers. “Fuck you.”

The universal translator doesn’t do a great job at that but as they beam away, his meaning is understood.

Jim spends the night kissing Bones in every slow and easy way he can, whispering that he loves him in every language he knows Bones understands and then patches him into Jo and leaves the other man alone with his daughter.

He doesn’t pause to think that he knows the man well enough to understand all his fears because he knows Bones knows every one of Jim’s fears too, even if he’s tried to hide them.

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Whumptober, Day 1 “Stabbing”

The worst part of it was--they wouldn’t let Jim see him.

Words were thrown around--containment, infection, risk--but Jim didn’t care.

He snuck in at a shift change. Threw on scrubs and made his way through the layers of quarantine plastic and sealant, breathing heavy by the time he made it to the window of Bones’ triage room. It was too small but Bones looked smaller--pale and still on a biobed that swallowed him.

“‘ones?” His words got caught in his throat as he placed a palm to the window. He should be in there.

Like some six sense, Bones stirred, shifting so that his face looked up at the window to see Jim, close but still too damn far away.

“Jim? What are you doing here?”

“I had to see you.” Jim pressed his face against the glass, his nose bumping painfully, his breath fogging the view.

“Get behind the containment tent, damnit.” Bones struggled to sit up, winced and had to take a moment before trying again. He glared at Jim the whole time.

“No. Not leaving you alone.” Jim doesn’t care how petulant he sounds--as petulant as the infant Bones always accuses him of being. He can’t stand being this far away.

Bones coughed and its a dry pathetic cough that seems to take up the whole room as Bones shudders on the bed with the force of it. Jim nearly broke the glass then.

“I’m okay.” Bones said after it subsided.

“You’re not.”

“I will be.” Bones choked around another round of violent coughs.

If the situation were reversed--a rare cruel fact that it wasn’t--Bones would be with him. Jim wouldn’t be left to deal with the virus eating him slowly from the inside or the empty hope that a cure might be found. Regardless of contamination and infection, Bones would be there.

“What are you doing?” Bones hoarse voice booms as loud as his coughing fit just was as Jim took a small hypo from his scrub pocket.

He had taken it from the samples in the medbay, tiny collections of the virus that erupted on the Valeria, a stranded ship where Bones and three crew-members answered a distress call while Jim was away on a diplomatic mission, coming back to find three dead crew members and Bones in quarantine, alone and dying.

Jim stabbed at his thigh with the needle as Bones howled behind thick quarantine glass.

The rest of the medical team is doing what they can to find a cure for Bones. But Starfleet resources are stretched as thin as they can go without obvious negligence for a CMO who contracted the virus days ago.

They’ll do different for a decorated and newly infected Captain.

He limped over to the access panel and keyed in his override. Bones has made to the door when it finishes the long process of sliding open, grabbing at Jim’s neck with a clammy palm and pulling him close.

“Dammnit, Jim.”

“Couldn’t leave you there looking all pathetic,” Jim rasped out, forehead finding the crook of Bones’ neck and resting there.

He doesn’t care if this is what it took or what happens next. As long as they’re together.

Happy Whumptober, folks! I’m behind but I’ll try my best to catch up. In the meantime if there’s one you want to see from 1-11, let me know!

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Anonymous asked:

94 McKirk, (with Jim saying it) if you're still taking prompts. Thanks!

“Did they hurt you?”

Jim has to move quick, fingers flying over the knots, forehead pressed into Bones’, breathing out a prayer to whatever deity will listen and a thanks as well.

“No.” Bones grunts and flexes his right hand as it’s freed from the ropes.

“Liar.” Jim says, eyes roaming down and over every tear in his away suit, every red stain, every hitch in Bones’ breath as Jim tears his fingernails into the rope, to get the other hand freed.

“Learned from the best.” Bones says and then wheezes and Jim is cursing himself for leaving his away kit behind but he couldn’t afford to lose any time as they were ambushed and getting to Bones was was more important. But he could use his knife.

Shouting behind him makes Bones stiffen.

The floor of the cave is bear and smooth. Bones’ captors took out anything that he could have used to free himself or throw at them. The dust swirls as Jim shifts and tries not to choke, pulling at the rope from where it’s tied around a bolt in the rock. A left over from the barbaric tradition the settlers used as initiation into their rebel group.

The shouting and phaser blasts grow louder. They echo around the cave. The fighting can be anywhere in the warren of passageways carved into the rock, farther from the entrance and only exit, or blocking it.

He swears.

“Jim.”

Jim ignores him.

“Just leave me here.” Bones coughs too. “Not going anywhere.”

“Not leaving you.”

“Jim-”

“Drop it.”

“Not worth the risk.” Bones rasps.

Jim hates that his own words can hit him so hard. How many times has he told people that? Spock, on his own rescue missions, Bones, when he refused quarantine when Jim was infected. Too many times.

Jim drops a quick kiss on his boyfriend’s head (he never wanted to label anything for fear of Bones thinking it was childish and leaving him but he needs to believe that they can get out of this together and as something permanent).

“You’re worth everything.”

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