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I don't need a bigger ass, Bones.

[It gets kicked enough the size it is, thanks. And complimented quite often. Jim takes his plate over to the couch and settles in. There's enough room for both of them even with the clutter.]

[The resistance is only token. Jim honestly does his best to eat. Still, he'll barely get through with half of his sandwich before he's done. When he's finished he's content to lean his head on Bones' shoulder and just enjoy the company of being Not Alone.]

Sure, but you don't need yours to disappear.

[McCoy harrumphs, and follows him balancing a water jug and two glasses. He parks himself next to Jim, and inhales about 90% of his before he's done. He's been eating well enough in the last couple weeks, but he's just off a 20 hour shift and he didn't manage much food during it.]

[...McCoy isn't at all touched by that, not in the slightest.]

[He sets his plate back down when he's done, and settles his arm around Jim again. He listens, and feels, gauging Jim's general health and condition by the way he's breathing and the way he leans against him.]

[Quietly] You nursing any injuries you forgot to tell me about?

[Does Jim admit how he ended up in the Nexus in the first place? Or the doctors he saw? Jim squirms but he's taken too much time to think it over, he's getting That Look, now.]

Electrical storm on an away mission. Couldn't use the transporters. Took a couple shuttles down. We were heading back when mine got hit. Crashed in...

[he gestures vaguely]

The Nexus. Some meeting point between dimensions. Anyway, security detail with me didn't make it. Lost Henesy and Fadir. I was pretty bad. Burns, bruised ribs. Clint took me back to his place...and time...and got me treated.

[A small shrug]

Seems to have healed up fine, and didn't have any allergic reactions to 2013 medicine.

[Jim'd damn well better admit to something, yeah.]

[McCoy listens, and sits up straight so he can reach for the closest medical tricorder. His favourite's close at hand, so he turns it on and scans Jim slowly. It's a soft hum as the device starts to give him information.]

Shit, I'm sorry about Fadir and Henesy.

[double-take] 2013?

2013?

[He harrumphs, and gets up to grab an osteo-regenerator from his kit.]

Keep still while I do this, Jim. It's not terrible, but your ribs should be a helluva lot better.

[The regenerator glows a soft blue at the end as McCoy passes it over Jim's torso, checking the readings on his tricorder as he goes.]

[Jim wouldn't be home if Bones wasn't poking, prodding, or waving something over him. Still, it prompts a token groan of annoyance. It's a mere facsimile of the song and dance they usually do. Jim doesn't shove Bones away or tell him to back off. He just sits where he's at and grumbles about Bones moving.]

I said I was fine...Geez. Sit down would you?

[McCoy curses under his breath, giving Jim a shadow of his usual 'shaddup and deal' glare.]

You'd say you were fine if both legs were on the other side of the room.

[He finishes with the regenerator, puts it back in the kit, then finds a hypo. He triggers it abruptly into the side of Jim's neck.]

Electrolytes, various other crap to balance out your blood chemistry. Next time you get medical assistance in that century... don't, preferably.

Fffffuck, Bones! What was that for?!

[Jim squirms away a bit, his hand clapped over his neck. He's half on and half off the couch now, leaning precariously over the armrest.]

Such a jerk. Treating me to dinner doesn't mean you get a free pass to stick me.

[He can't be too hurt if he's whining and pouting like that.]

[sourly] Because I love you, you idiot.

Nope, but being your CMO and your friend means I get to do whatever I damn well like in pursuit of looking after you. I -

[...and this is too obviously serious, too obviously a genuine worry for McCoy]

- I don't want to send you back to that game of yours in your state. You need to be doing a bit better than that to have a decent chance of survival.

Yeah well I...

[Did he just..? Miracle of miracles Jim spears to be speechless.]

[He's just gaping at Leonard for a moment, those blue eyes wide.]

[Did Jim just take that as-]

Not like that!

[...totally like that. But McCoy hasn't quite realised it, even in the privacy of his own brain, just yet.]

Oh. I....

[Jim should know better. He doesn't do love, remember? And sure as fuck people don't love him. He blinks. Looks down at himself.]

I knew that.

[His voice has gone quiet.]

[McCoy stares at him for a long moment, then abruptly turns and puts away the hypo, puts away the medkit. He has clutter around the place, sure, but there are some things, some tidinesses, that are ingrained. Too many years of needing to know exactly where his equipment is.]

[Then he takes a step, and rests one hand on the back of the couch, not far from Jim. He swallows, and runs his free hand through his hair.]

I mean, not that I........

[Yes, good one, there, McCoy. Totally fixes the situation. Very eloquent. Helpful.]

Pfft. What? It's fine, Bones. You'd have Rio be crazy to be.

[Jim is very good at that fake 'it's fine haha' smile.]

[McCoy drops to one knee and thunks his head against the back of the couch.]

[Thunk.]

[Thunk.]

[Thunk.]

That's not what I mean!

[Thunk.]

[...shit, does he love Jim? In THAT way?]

[Thunk.]

The fuck is your problem? I said it was fine.

[Jim twists around so he can see Bones. He's pretty close now that Bones is kneeling down.]

Besides, even if you're hypothetically insane, it'd be your Jim anyway. So don't worry about it, Jesus.

[Oh, for fuck's sake-]

[McCoy looks up at him, meets his gaze. His own eyes are wild.]

You ARE my Jim, you idiot.

And I think I........

........................probably do love you. And I don't know what the hell to do about it!

The hell I am! You didn't know about the shuttle, that I was missing. You said I'm on-planet! Hrs your Jim, not...n-not. Not me.

[This doesn't happen. No one loves Jim Kirk. They think they do. Until they know better. McCoy should know better.]

It's..it's fine. Bones. He's a lucky guy. I'm happy for you.

[McCoy just gapes at him, then reaches out to poke him right between those two perfect eyebrows.]

You are my Jim, you jackass! Fuck! I don't know the quantum theory or any of that bullshit, I'm not Spock, but I know you, I know you're my Jim, even if you've been missing for weeks - months? - in your timeline. The you who's on the planet right now, he's you too and probably if you met you two would do some really fucking gross thing like dissolving into each other and becoming the same person!

[Fuck, he's only just realised that he's in - in love with his best friend - why can't this be easier?!]

Why the hell would you want me?! There's Chapel, fuck you could have anyone. Carol...

[Bones had been married before. He's not into dudes. Jim found that out at the academy on a drunken flirty accidentally advances.]

[He's shaking. One hand reaches out to stroke McCoy's hair.]

Bones. It's okay. I'll pretend you didn't say it okay? It never happened. I don't want to see you upset like this.

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[McCoy shakes his head all the way through that. He cares about Chris, likes Carol well enough but doesn't know her. No one's... no one's like Jim.]

[Fuck.]

[Fuck, that's true, isn't it. There's no one like Jim.]

[...that hand through his hair feels entirely too good.]

[Hoarsely] No, no, Jim, you don't get it.

When you hit on me back at the academy. You were drunk and I was still mired deep in self-hating divorced asshole mode. Where I still spend a lot of time! But I didn't say no to you because I could never be interested. I said no because you were drunk and I was a pile of shit.

...I'm still a pile of shit, and it's okay if you're not interested! I have more fucking baggage than anyone, some stuff I still haven't told YOU about, and I'd be the worst boyfriend in the history of the universe!

[......and now he's starting to smile, a wry, confused, but HAPPY smile, because he's coming to terms with this]

But I'm in love with my best friend, and I'm not going to deny it.

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You're the one who doesn't get it!

[Jim's on his feet now, hands in his own hair fisting tight.]

Why are we here right now? I'm a fuck up who can't keep his shit in order, I don't sleep, I'm shit at relationships, and I can't--

[Didn't He want this a moment ago? His wants don't matter. He can't let Bones do this to himself.]

When I inevitably fuck it up, I'll lose you too. I-i I can't do that. I can't lose you, too.

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[McCoy gets to his feet, groaning a little as his lower back twinges. Too many hours in surgery today.]

[He's at peace with part of this, now, and that's a huge step for him. He never thought he could care about anyone else like this. Not after Jocelyn. Not after how spectacularly things went wrong there.]

You're shit at relationships? The last person I dated, she divorced me, took ninety-five percent of everything I own, and barely speaks to me! Jesus, Jim, I'm not asking you for anything, just...

Just don't look like that.

[He's in front of Jim now, without remembering passing through the intervening space. He grabs Jim's wrists, and tugs gently, trying to get him to bring his hands down.]

[Calmly, but with intensity in his voice.] No one's losing anyone.

At least you had a relationship to lose! I can't even date!

[Why is this a competition suddenly over who is worse and unworthy. He had to make Bones understand. Because....Because-]

Don't even act like you don't know I've been interested in you for years. My interest doesn't matter here. Yours does.

[Oh, for-]

Because you pick up people in bars, you idiot! If you actually took the time to meet someone and spend time with 'em, and THEN make your move, maybe things'd work out better for you!

[......and yes, that would be a double take, because McCoy has just realised he's talking about himself.]

[...]

[...]

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[and another]

Mine may matter, but - wait, what, you were interested in me for years?

I've told you I loved you in front of the damn crew before! You've known this!

[And he had. 'You open that warhead and I'll love you forever Bones.' 'You did it you son of a bitch you saved them god I love you!']

[No one assumed he'd meant it but he had every time.]

Besides, as you've so eloquently put it before, I'm interested in anything with a pulse, remember? So yeah. My interest counts for nothing. Yours does, and I won't let you waste it on someone like me.

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