Bones maintained that to cut up the fish and/or destroy it in any way was a crime against all that they held sacred. "Might even be in the Prime Directive," he joked, leaning back against the fire.
Hard as it was to believe, the lake and mountains looked even better in the twilight than it had during the day, when Bones had spent hours luring his monster of a fish onto his pole. Weather was perfect, twinkling stars peeking out above them, and Jim, poking at the fire, looking more relaxed than Bones had seen him since...
"What the hell are we honestly doing with a fish that big otherwise? It could feed a small country. Besides, it is not going in our bedroom. It'll stare at me when I sleep." Jim looked over suspiciously at it. Those eyes staring at him all the time would give him nightmares. "Maybe it could be in one of the lounges? With a plaque?"
Bones didn't want to listen. Jim was right, but still.
It was a great fish. But in a couple days it was going to get stinky. "Shit," he muttered, looking back over at him. "Guess we could eat him," he said mournfully.
Jim thought about it, then offered up, "we could make an exception to our 'no contact' rule and call up to the ship. They could beam it on board and stash it somewhere." It would be such a bullshit reason to contact the ship, but by the grin playing over Jim's lips he was seriously considering it.
They slept outside under the stars in their giant make-shift sleeping bag. Bones woke up feeling Jim's arms wrapped around him, so damn good. Rolling over, they rubbed against each other slowly as the sun rose over the water.
They ate fruit for breakfast, lazily enjoying the cool morning air and reading. Bones found himself watching Jim, the way his face moved so expressively as he read. Exciting scenes, troubling scenes, happy scenes - Jim's face showed them all.
But after a while Bones wanted to get up and do something else. Munching on his berry muffin while he sat, he pulled off little bits and threw them at Jim as he read.
Jim lifted a brow as he looked up from his book at Bones, giving him a long look before asking, "didn't your Mama ever tell you it was bad to waste food?"
So Jim picked up a fallen piece of muffin and pegged Bones between the eyes with a mischievous smirk. "Mine didn't."
The dream made no sense at all, and it made perfect sense. He was watching Bones talk with Sybok, and like an Andorian movie translated, the words didn't seem to fit the motions of their mouths. He was talking about Spock, talking about himself and Spock, and their relationship. Sybok told him that while Jim remained, he couldn't be fully with Spock. Put a hand on Bones' forehead...
Jim jerked awake in their sleeping back, breathing hard as he looked around, then down at the man asleep beside him. He rubbed his face a few times, the last tendrils of the nightmare wrapped him. To get rid of them, he slipped out of the sleeping bag and went to the edge of the lake, splashing his face with some water. Hell of a way to wake up on Christmas morning.
Bones slept on a bit longer, unconsciously stretching out in their large bag. After a while he reached out and felt nothing there, and his eyes opened enough for him to see that he was alone.
Bones sat up and rubbed his eyes. He could see Jim standing on the shore, looking out into the water, and from experience Bones knew that only two things would get Jim up early and out of bed on a morning like this - sex or nightmares.
He watched another minute, then stood and walked over to stand behind Jim, letting his footfalls be loud enough to announce his presence.
Jim tilted his head just enough to see Bones from the corner of his eye, then looked back to the water. "...sorry, if I woke you up," he said roughly, still tired. He knew he woke up Bones sometimes with his nightmares, had actually kicked a bruise once on Bones' ribs one night and sent the doctor spilling out of the bed, but it wasn't supposed to happen on their vacation of all times.
He stepped behind Jim, his naked body chilled by the morning air but it felt warm next to Jim. Wrapping his arms around Jim, he rested his head on his shoulder and looked out at the water. "Looks so calm and peaceful."
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Hard as it was to believe, the lake and mountains looked even better in the twilight than it had during the day, when Bones had spent hours luring his monster of a fish onto his pole. Weather was perfect, twinkling stars peeking out above them, and Jim, poking at the fire, looking more relaxed than Bones had seen him since...
- well, since their last camping trip. "You're not chopping him up."
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It was a great fish. But in a couple days it was going to get stinky. "Shit," he muttered, looking back over at him. "Guess we could eat him," he said mournfully.
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They ate fruit for breakfast, lazily enjoying the cool morning air and reading. Bones found himself watching Jim, the way his face moved so expressively as he read. Exciting scenes, troubling scenes, happy scenes - Jim's face showed them all.
But after a while Bones wanted to get up and do something else. Munching on his berry muffin while he sat, he pulled off little bits and threw them at Jim as he read.
Childish? Maybe... but lots of fun.
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So Jim picked up a fallen piece of muffin and pegged Bones between the eyes with a mischievous smirk. "Mine didn't."
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The water was calling him.
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Jim jerked awake in their sleeping back, breathing hard as he looked around, then down at the man asleep beside him. He rubbed his face a few times, the last tendrils of the nightmare wrapped him. To get rid of them, he slipped out of the sleeping bag and went to the edge of the lake, splashing his face with some water. Hell of a way to wake up on Christmas morning.
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Bones sat up and rubbed his eyes. He could see Jim standing on the shore, looking out into the water, and from experience Bones knew that only two things would get Jim up early and out of bed on a morning like this - sex or nightmares.
He watched another minute, then stood and walked over to stand behind Jim, letting his footfalls be loud enough to announce his presence.
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He ran a hand over Jim's hair. "You okay?"
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