[NVC Day 15] -- [And Then? Things Got Weird] -- [Kirk/Bones/Sam]

[kirktastic]

When they woke up in the morning, Jim was alone in bed. Jim only briefly thought of it, of the lovely lady that they had ravaged (and ravaged right back, wondered if he could convince Bones to do this again) and wondering where Bones was. Otherwise, he felt damn good. Hungry, thirsty, but good. He took a slow deep breath on the salty air that came

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[kirktastic]

As Bones walked off, Jim felt a numbness spreading. Slowly he walked towards their temporary quarters, feeling itchy from the inside out. He couldn't remember the last time he had actually yelled at Bones like that, and the guilt throbbed in the form of a headache in his mind.

He walked inside, not looking at the bed as he started to dig out clothes. His mind was racing back to far older days, wanting to get on his cycle and outride his own thoughts.

[kirktastic]

"This doesn't weird you out at all?!" Jim stared at Sam.

[dreadpiratekirk]

Sam shrugged. He had been in space so long, that it generally took a lot to disturb him.

"Yeah, it is kind of weird, but from what I remember, we all had a good time. We actually shared McCoy without fighting about it."

[kirktastic]

His entire body boggled at that and he stared at Sam. "Wait, wait what?! Shared... what the hell do you mean shared?!" He gestured hard with both hands. "I know. I know what you mean."

[dreadpiratekirk]

"Don't you think that's a good thing... I mean, even if it was some Vulcan disease, last night proved that we can share." Sam pulled his second sock from its hiding place and retreated to the bed to put them both on. "Was it really that bad?"

[kirktastic]

"First off, if you haven't noticed, you're my brother. Second off, you're," his hand twitched, eyes closing, "you're not supposed to be with Bones. Doesn't matter. Definitely not supposed to be with him in front of me."

[dreadpiratekirk]

"Sorry about that, but none of us were exactly in a mental state to refuse."

He stopped to put on his shirt.

"Last night worked out, and if you can't see it..." Sam shrugged. "I'm sorry that you can't."

[kirktastic]

"You're insane," Jim growled, rubbing his eyebrow where a headache was forming behind it. He had done a lot in his life, but sleeping with his own brother... hell. Sam didn't a shit about any of it. Another normal day for him, evidently.

[dreadpiratekirk]

Sam looked to his brother and shrugged again. It appeared to be bothering Jim that he wasn't freaked out too. There was apprehension about the previous night deep down somewhere inside of Sam, but he couldn't muster enough of it to put on a show of guilt.

"Probably."

[kirktastic]

Jim just snorted. Great, and this was the guy he was supposed to let back on his ship? The guy he was supposed to let be Bones' yeoman for a couple of years? Fuck.

[dreadpiratekirk]

"I wish this wasn't how it was. I wish we weren't fighting and I wish last night hadn't happened like it did. I you're my brother and I love you, no matter if it doesn't seem like it sometimes."

Sam pulled on his boots, lacing them up slowly.

"Sometimes in life, you've got to choose what to be upset over. For me, this isn't one of those things I'm going to spend the time to be upset about. It isn't that I don't love you or care about McCoy, it's just that after the life I've led, this doesn't seem like something worth getting upset over."

[kirktastic]

Jim couldn't find words to say in response to that. He stared down at the table, feeling a deep burn in the back of his head that he didn't want to deal with. Bones had been the only person to say those words to him and ever mean it, give any sort of meaning to it. It wasn't fair for Sam to use those words.

"Leonard. If you're going to say you care about him, and you aren't on the god damn job, and you've fucked him, at least call him Leonard." There was a cold pit in his stomach at the idea that someone else had taken Bones, that he was just getting almost played in this... no. No Bones loved him... shit.

[dreadpiratekirk]

Calling him 'Leonard' didn't feel quite right, but that was a different conversation for a different time and one that he wouldn't be having with Jim.

"Hopefully you'll feel better by the time I get back." Sam crossed the quarters to the door. "Have a good rest of your leave, okay?"

[kirktastic]

"...yea." Just a whisper, barely heard at all. "You too." He crossed his arms on the table as he heard the doors open, then slowly put his head down on them.