Seven years bad luck (Rp for drlmccoy)

[captainjimk]

As far as missions went, this one could be written down in the books as the most successful yet. The local people had simply wanted to meet the Legendary Captain Kirk (and wasn't that priceless, two years into his mission and he was already fucking legendary) and so, after Spock had run his calculations to make sure the offer was genuine, Kirk had

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Mirror!Verse

[drlmccoy]

Perhaps it was because he had allowed himself to grow accustom to being both feared and obeyed by pretty much any and everyone that crossed his path on the ISS Enterprise. Or it could possibly be that he refused to believe that anyone would be stupid enough to try and steal something of great value to one of the Command staff. Either way, Bones had loosened his tight reign, trusted his boy enough - a mistake he now realizes - to not defy him and promptly lost his favored toy to the hands of a manipulative waste of flesh in Engineering whom had been planning this coup for quite awhile

Re: Mirror!Verse

[captainjimk]

Even as they waited the few seconds for Bones to answer their summons, Jim couldn't help but struggle against those arms that held him, his stomach sinking as the very sinister feel of this ship weighed down on him. He managed to get one arm free before he was cuffed roughly across the back of his head, which left him blinking in stunned pain as the door finally slid open.

It was Bones. But...but it wasn't. Something was different, and it was something he couldn't quite put a finger on. His eyes were darker, but not in the haunted way his Bones' were when he was thinking about the divorce or Joanna, they were just dark, full of malice, as if he'd seen and done things that a human shouldn't do to another. The slant of his face was harsher, his hair clipped closer, his stubble less clean cut, and Jim swallowed, wanting to shy away from this man who looked and sounded like his best friend but was so completely different from the man he cared about

Re: Mirror!Verse

[drlmccoy]

Bones watched the man struggle to his feet, waited until he was almost erect, still wobbly from the effort, before striding forward and grabbing a handful of the blond hair, twisting viciously and pulling hard to keep the man unbalanced.

"I know." He said quietly and stepped back, tugging harshly before letting go, waiting for the inevitable crash.

Re: Mirror!Verse

[captainjimk]

Jim cursed as that hand found his hair, and he shuffled, trying to stay upright, but with his arms behind him and no way to rebalance himself, what Bones was waiting for happened and he slammed into the floor, the breath knocked out of him, all but snarling as he lay prone on the cold metal of the floor.

"Fuck," He growled, turning his head to look up at the man, knowing if he struggled upwards he would more than likely meet the floor again. "Then let me go, you asshole,"

Normal!Verse

[drlmccoy]

It was almost comical how nonreactive Scotty turned out to be given the situation at hand. The ion storm was causing merry havoc with the Enterprise's equipment, making almost all the readouts nearly impossible to interpret, but the man had cheerily ignored good sense or warning, which was why Bones had rushed to the teleporter room, and did what he did best: made the damn ship work regardless of how many laws of physics were broken in the course of them working. Most of the time he was lauded for his efforts and this time wasn't any different - what he did had seemed neigh impossible to most other people - but the results, though producing one James T. Kirk, seemed to be somewhat skewed.

The man on his knees on the transport pad might sound like Kirk and even look like him if you discounted all the tattoos and the glazed eyes, but it definitely wasn't the Captain of the USS Enterprise that Scotty beamed aboard. Even if Bones suspended his belief enough to allow for some really interesting things to have transpired down on Daran V he

Re: Normal!Verse

[captainjimk]

James shrank in on himself as McCoy moved forward, sure he was going to be struck or hit with an agonizer for ending up...well, wherever he'd ended up. He wasn't quite sure where he was, or why Engineer Scott or McCoy were wearing different uniforms than normal, but he did know that he wasn't supposed to be here. He'd been given a bit of free reign, time to be spent by himself out of his owner's rooms, which was a rare gift from the doctor and one he only gave if he was in a particularly good mood. And James had managed to fuck that up, rather splendidly if the tense air was anything to go by, and he could already tell that the man was upset

Re: Normal!Verse

[drlmccoy]

It took every ounce of willpower he contained not to jump away or push Jim off of him because that? That wasn't normal behavior for even the most drunken lascivious moods Jim ever got into. This was a trained behavior and one that Bones was almost positive hadn't be taught with gentle, loving hand.

He'd taken the required classes in psychology during his first run through medical school and took all the refresher and recertification classes when he enrolled in Starfleet. He was a doctor, damn it, not a psychologist but he found the things he learned in those classes to be damn useful when he was treating his more critical or unstable patients. Bones never imagined that he'd be calling on the information to treat Jim though. Never thought that he would be desperately recalling any and all information on how to deal with psychological submissive personalities. Never thought Jim would ever be this. Ever

Re: Normal!Verse

[captainjimk]

As they began walking, James knew there was something wrong with McCoy. With his McCoy. Sure, when he'd first found out that Frank had sold him to the Empire when he was fourteen he'd been pissed about it, and when they'd decided he was pretty enough to go into pleasure training he'd been even more willful, and two years later when McCoy had been gifted him for a particularly successful mission he'd been the worst kind of brat one could imagine, and had spent many nights pleased to hear the man grumbling about him being anything but a giftHis training hadn't been easy, and McCoy didn't have a kind or light hand. But eventually he'd learned, and once he'd learned he'd learned well - he had tested genius level after all - and once he'd eventually realized this was going to be his life and he could either make it easy for himself or hard, he'd realized that as far as owners went, McCoy was harsh, yes, but he was also possessive, and never left James hungry or cold. Unless of course James deserved it, but then, he deserved that, and that