Fic: Hiding Little Drops of Red (6/8)
Fandom: Star Trek: Reboot (Into Darkness)
Rating: PG
Pairings: Kirk/Spock/McCoy
Summary: McCoy discovers he has xenopolycythemia and decides not to inform his two lovers. He's a doctor, he's not supposed to tell them about things he can't fix.
Hiding Little Drops of Red
Jim, Spock, and McCoy were crowded together on their couch when a sharp hail filled the room.
“Bridge to Captain.”
Jim shifted and hit the intercom, clearly irritated.
“Yes, Uhura?”
“Sir, the USS Saratoga is requesting permission to transport over a passenger.”
“If it’s anyone beside Ambassador Selek tell them to screw off I’m busy.”
“Jim!”
Jim glanced at his two lovers.
“What?”
Spock sighed and reached over to the intercom himself.
“Uhura, please allow the passenger to come aboard and I will speak with them.”
Spock left as Jim went back to tending to McCoy. McCoy rolled his eyes at Jim’s attempts to be his nursemaid.
“Jim, it’s just a nosebleed. I’ve had them before.”
Jim glared at him.
“It’s being going on for ten minutes and you were already pale as milk before then so excuse me for being concerned.”
McCoy wanted to glare back. To tell him that this was the kind of thing he wanted to prevent him and Spock from going through. But Jim’s hands were light as he worked and McCoy knew he really did just want to help. This wasn’t the time for petty fighting. So he leaned back and let Jim do his work.
“Thanks, Jim.”
“It’s what I’m here for.”
By the time Spock returned with Selek close behind him Jim had gotten McCoy cleaned up and had the oxygen mask he had been using before the nosebleed started back over his face.
“Thanks for coming,” Jim said.
Selek nodded and sat down next to McCoy, pulling out a tricorder from his pocket. McCoy raised an eyebrow at the device that was smaller than his and appeared quite well used.
It still worked though as whirled and beeped, and gave a readout that Selek frowned at.
“It is that bad?” Spock asked.
“He is farther along than I had hoped.”
“But you can still help him right?” Jim asked, almost pleading.
“I know the cure however, I cannot guarantee success. In my universe Doctor McCoy was not as advanced with the disease as you are when he received the same treatment.”
“But you’ll still try?”
“Of course I shall,” Selek looked directly at McCoy. “If I have your permission, Doctor McCoy.”
McCoy sat up fully on the couch, pulling the mask off so he could talk properly.
“Can I discuss it with you first?”
Spock and Jim looked shocked.
“Bones, what the hell is there to talk about!?”
“Leonard, you can’t be thinking of rejecting possible treatment.”
McCoy looked at them sternly.
“I want to talk with him about it first. Alone.”
“But-”
“Please you two.”
They looked at each other for a moment and then Jim and Spock reluctantly left.
Selek watched them go and then turned his attention fully to McCoy.
“If you have concerns about the procedure, Doctor McCoy, I can explain everything.”
“No, that’s not it I know every treatment normally carries some kind of risk. It’s just…you’re giving me knowledge I wouldn’t have had otherwise, from another time. We all know what happened because of Nero. All the people we lost. If giving me this treatment disrupts something else then I can’t do it. I won’t let someone else be hurt for me. I’m a doctor I can’t take life even it’s to save myself.”
“I understand, Doctor McCoy, and I’m sorry that I cannot say for certain that nothing will be changed by this. However, I do think that many more lives would be saved if you are here than not and…if I may make a rather selfish argument.”
Selek took McCoy’s hand gently in his, running his fingers along the ring on McCoy’s pinky finger. Selek recognized it of course. It was the same ring that his McCoy had always worn for all the years Selek had known him. It had the same blue stone and the small gold band. It was a ring he had cherished. It was a ring that in Selek’s own universe now rested on his daughter Joanna’s finger.
“I had to let you go once, Leonard, please do not ask me to do so again.”
McCoy stared at him for a moment, looking into eyes that had seen too much and lost too much and agreed.
***
McCoy couldn’t help but be nervous as he looked up at the ceiling of surgery. He shouldn’t be Selek had been as thorough as any Vulcan, double checking everything and explaining the entire procedure. Christine was a competent doctor and knew what she doing, but death was something humans had feared since the beginning of time and it seemed he was no different.
“Just breathe deeply and relax, Leonard,” Christine said, her voice firm and confident as she started working the anesthesia into his body.
Yes she was a fine doctor and he could take pride in helping her get there. He could take pride in the fact that he was a good physician and that Selek was right. There were lots of people that were better off because of the work he had done. Even if he didn’t make it through this he had done good while he was here.
McCoy’s eyes flickered over to the two men at his side. The ones who had said they would stay with him through this and they had.
Jim leaned down and kissed him hard as Spock his fingers along McCoy’s pressing them firmly together.
“We love you, Bones.”
“I love you too.”
They stayed with him now too. Their hands holding on tightly to his as the world slipped away.
Rating: PG
Pairings: Kirk/Spock/McCoy
Summary: McCoy discovers he has xenopolycythemia and decides not to inform his two lovers. He's a doctor, he's not supposed to tell them about things he can't fix.
Hiding Little Drops of Red
Jim, Spock, and McCoy were crowded together on their couch when a sharp hail filled the room.
“Bridge to Captain.”
Jim shifted and hit the intercom, clearly irritated.
“Yes, Uhura?”
“Sir, the USS Saratoga is requesting permission to transport over a passenger.”
“If it’s anyone beside Ambassador Selek tell them to screw off I’m busy.”
“Jim!”
Jim glanced at his two lovers.
“What?”
Spock sighed and reached over to the intercom himself.
“Uhura, please allow the passenger to come aboard and I will speak with them.”
Spock left as Jim went back to tending to McCoy. McCoy rolled his eyes at Jim’s attempts to be his nursemaid.
“Jim, it’s just a nosebleed. I’ve had them before.”
Jim glared at him.
“It’s being going on for ten minutes and you were already pale as milk before then so excuse me for being concerned.”
McCoy wanted to glare back. To tell him that this was the kind of thing he wanted to prevent him and Spock from going through. But Jim’s hands were light as he worked and McCoy knew he really did just want to help. This wasn’t the time for petty fighting. So he leaned back and let Jim do his work.
“Thanks, Jim.”
“It’s what I’m here for.”
By the time Spock returned with Selek close behind him Jim had gotten McCoy cleaned up and had the oxygen mask he had been using before the nosebleed started back over his face.
“Thanks for coming,” Jim said.
Selek nodded and sat down next to McCoy, pulling out a tricorder from his pocket. McCoy raised an eyebrow at the device that was smaller than his and appeared quite well used.
It still worked though as whirled and beeped, and gave a readout that Selek frowned at.
“It is that bad?” Spock asked.
“He is farther along than I had hoped.”
“But you can still help him right?” Jim asked, almost pleading.
“I know the cure however, I cannot guarantee success. In my universe Doctor McCoy was not as advanced with the disease as you are when he received the same treatment.”
“But you’ll still try?”
“Of course I shall,” Selek looked directly at McCoy. “If I have your permission, Doctor McCoy.”
McCoy sat up fully on the couch, pulling the mask off so he could talk properly.
“Can I discuss it with you first?”
Spock and Jim looked shocked.
“Bones, what the hell is there to talk about!?”
“Leonard, you can’t be thinking of rejecting possible treatment.”
McCoy looked at them sternly.
“I want to talk with him about it first. Alone.”
“But-”
“Please you two.”
They looked at each other for a moment and then Jim and Spock reluctantly left.
Selek watched them go and then turned his attention fully to McCoy.
“If you have concerns about the procedure, Doctor McCoy, I can explain everything.”
“No, that’s not it I know every treatment normally carries some kind of risk. It’s just…you’re giving me knowledge I wouldn’t have had otherwise, from another time. We all know what happened because of Nero. All the people we lost. If giving me this treatment disrupts something else then I can’t do it. I won’t let someone else be hurt for me. I’m a doctor I can’t take life even it’s to save myself.”
“I understand, Doctor McCoy, and I’m sorry that I cannot say for certain that nothing will be changed by this. However, I do think that many more lives would be saved if you are here than not and…if I may make a rather selfish argument.”
Selek took McCoy’s hand gently in his, running his fingers along the ring on McCoy’s pinky finger. Selek recognized it of course. It was the same ring that his McCoy had always worn for all the years Selek had known him. It had the same blue stone and the small gold band. It was a ring he had cherished. It was a ring that in Selek’s own universe now rested on his daughter Joanna’s finger.
“I had to let you go once, Leonard, please do not ask me to do so again.”
McCoy stared at him for a moment, looking into eyes that had seen too much and lost too much and agreed.
***
McCoy couldn’t help but be nervous as he looked up at the ceiling of surgery. He shouldn’t be Selek had been as thorough as any Vulcan, double checking everything and explaining the entire procedure. Christine was a competent doctor and knew what she doing, but death was something humans had feared since the beginning of time and it seemed he was no different.
“Just breathe deeply and relax, Leonard,” Christine said, her voice firm and confident as she started working the anesthesia into his body.
Yes she was a fine doctor and he could take pride in helping her get there. He could take pride in the fact that he was a good physician and that Selek was right. There were lots of people that were better off because of the work he had done. Even if he didn’t make it through this he had done good while he was here.
McCoy’s eyes flickered over to the two men at his side. The ones who had said they would stay with him through this and they had.
Jim leaned down and kissed him hard as Spock his fingers along McCoy’s pressing them firmly together.
“We love you, Bones.”
“I love you too.”
They stayed with him now too. Their hands holding on tightly to his as the world slipped away.