Fic: Helmet (R)
Comment fic inspired by these pictures at jim_and_bones. Community locked due to age restrictions, so join up to see all the hawtness and cuteness. If you can't see the pictures, the first is Chris Pine (I believe playing a role in some thriller) riding a motorcycle without a helmet, (I wonder what that cost the studio's insurance?) and the second is Karl Urban as a very disapproving-looking Black Hat in Priest.
“Bones!” Jim said cheerily, as he entered the dorm room. “Whoa …”
Leonard didn’t say anything; he just turned his back and stared at Jim, looking down and over his shoulder.
“Bones, man-you look positively … menacing. Especially with that black hat and all. Something tells me you’re in a really foul good, and that I put you there.”
Leonard kept his back turned to Jim. Jim couldn’t see exactly what he was doing, but he was starting to get a little worried. The black hat and coat were certainly some kind of subtle signal that he’d screwed up in some way, and the yellow (yellow? How did that happen?) eyes were positively unnerving.
“I give up! I did something-that’s obvious. But what was it? What’d I do this time?”
Leonard finally turned around, and handed Jim his comm. There was a picture on the screen.
“Hey, that’s me! Cool! When did you snap that? I was only out on Jimenez’s bike for like five minutes!”
“I didn’t take the picture,” Leonard said, his voice even more gravely than usual, and dead flat. Creepy, Jim thought. “It was sent to me. It was sent to the entire listserve of Starfleet Medical.”
“Um … why?” Jim took a step backwards.
“The caption was, ‘Potential organ donor.’”
“What? That’s a little macabre, even for you, and even for you in your current … state. Geez, Bones, you look like a vampire or something,” Jim said, unable to repress a shudder.
Leonard, his yellow eyes glowing, took two steps towards Jim, who took another step backwards. “Can it, Jim. Don’t you know, that even in the 23rd century, we can’t repair brain death? It’s not fixable. Period. So if you’re gonna ride one of those fool contraptions, the least you could do is put on a helmet. It’s not asking a lot, is it?”
“Yeah, but-”
“Yeah, but nothing!” Leonard yelled, throwing his hat on the floor. He tossed the trench coat onto the back of a chair, and suddenly his eyes were their normal color again. “Damn it, Jim; I’m a doctor, not a magician. If you smash your head in bad enough, there’s nothing I can do. And I couldn’t take it if-” He stopped there, unable to continue.
Jim quickly covered the ground he’d lost when he was cowering away from Bones in his fearsome state, and took Leonard’s face in his hands.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, “I didn’t even think about it. I won’t do it again. Even if it’s for five minutes, I’ll wear a helmet. I promise.” Jim kissed Leonard’s lips, sealing his promise. “Okay?”
“Yeah, kid. Okay,” Leonard said gruffly, kissing him back, and pulling him close. “Okay.”
“And Bones? What the hell was that? I’ve never seen you look like that before. You looked like … like you were gonna take a bite of me or something.”
“Don’t tempt me, kid.”
Jim couldn’t see the flash of yellow in Leonard’s eyes as Bones nibbled oh so tenderly at his neck.
~fin~
“Bones!” Jim said cheerily, as he entered the dorm room. “Whoa …”
Leonard didn’t say anything; he just turned his back and stared at Jim, looking down and over his shoulder.
“Bones, man-you look positively … menacing. Especially with that black hat and all. Something tells me you’re in a really foul good, and that I put you there.”
Leonard kept his back turned to Jim. Jim couldn’t see exactly what he was doing, but he was starting to get a little worried. The black hat and coat were certainly some kind of subtle signal that he’d screwed up in some way, and the yellow (yellow? How did that happen?) eyes were positively unnerving.
“I give up! I did something-that’s obvious. But what was it? What’d I do this time?”
Leonard finally turned around, and handed Jim his comm. There was a picture on the screen.
“Hey, that’s me! Cool! When did you snap that? I was only out on Jimenez’s bike for like five minutes!”
“I didn’t take the picture,” Leonard said, his voice even more gravely than usual, and dead flat. Creepy, Jim thought. “It was sent to me. It was sent to the entire listserve of Starfleet Medical.”
“Um … why?” Jim took a step backwards.
“The caption was, ‘Potential organ donor.’”
“What? That’s a little macabre, even for you, and even for you in your current … state. Geez, Bones, you look like a vampire or something,” Jim said, unable to repress a shudder.
Leonard, his yellow eyes glowing, took two steps towards Jim, who took another step backwards. “Can it, Jim. Don’t you know, that even in the 23rd century, we can’t repair brain death? It’s not fixable. Period. So if you’re gonna ride one of those fool contraptions, the least you could do is put on a helmet. It’s not asking a lot, is it?”
“Yeah, but-”
“Yeah, but nothing!” Leonard yelled, throwing his hat on the floor. He tossed the trench coat onto the back of a chair, and suddenly his eyes were their normal color again. “Damn it, Jim; I’m a doctor, not a magician. If you smash your head in bad enough, there’s nothing I can do. And I couldn’t take it if-” He stopped there, unable to continue.
Jim quickly covered the ground he’d lost when he was cowering away from Bones in his fearsome state, and took Leonard’s face in his hands.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, “I didn’t even think about it. I won’t do it again. Even if it’s for five minutes, I’ll wear a helmet. I promise.” Jim kissed Leonard’s lips, sealing his promise. “Okay?”
“Yeah, kid. Okay,” Leonard said gruffly, kissing him back, and pulling him close. “Okay.”
“And Bones? What the hell was that? I’ve never seen you look like that before. You looked like … like you were gonna take a bite of me or something.”
“Don’t tempt me, kid.”
Jim couldn’t see the flash of yellow in Leonard’s eyes as Bones nibbled oh so tenderly at his neck.
~fin~