Gone
Title: Gone
Author: Kat
Word Count: 528
Fandom: Star Trek XI/Doom x-over
Summary: It’s raining the day Leonard McCoy dies.
Notes: Not Beta'd. Need to go back and re-read and make sure everything's ok. You probably ought to have watched both movies before reading...or at least the Star Trek one. Doom you could probably miss and not have a problem. Slight one-sided Bones/Kirk if you tilt your head and squint.
It’s raining the day Leonard McCoy dies.
The five year mission is over. Jim is still captain of the Enterprise, of course---through thick and thin, he hasn’t quite managed to get himself killed in some terrible, physically impossible, never-heard-of-before way. This is, of course, thanks in a large part to Spock and Dr. McCoy--the former for dragging him out of the stupid situations he inevitably got himself tangled in, and the later for patching him back up when Spock didn’t quite manage to drag fast enough. It was a wonderful job, in a manner of speaking, while it lasted, and he’ll miss it terribly for a while. Still, McCoy put in his official resignation with Starfleet today; Jim is in a meeting with the higher-ups, waiting to see what the Enterprise’s next assignment will be. He’s sure his captain---his former captain---hasn’t heard yet. Good. It means he can slip away without any uncomfortable questions.
And anyway, if there was one person in the universe who could convince him to stay…well….
But he can’t. He can’t risk any of the crew noticing that, in the past five years, he hasn’t aged a single day. The longer he stays the more he increases those chances. He’s stuck around long enough.
He calls a cab, pays the fee for the trip out of town, and settles back, idly watching the raindrops make patterns on the windows. Leonard McCoy is dead, and no one knows yet. Now, he has no name. He’s no one. Just another face.
He pulls out a picture, one that had been taken during their last shore leave several months before. It’s one of the few things he’s keeping--a memento of his time on the Enterprise. It’ll go with his other collected odds and ends, tucked safely away in his single duffle bag with his clothes and a few credits.
He brushes his thumb over the grinning blond in the photo, wishing he weren’t so sentimental in his old age. Jim’s nearly thirty now, still pretty, still an over sexed ass, but a wonderful captain and a surprisingly insightful man. A good friend. He wishes him nothing but the best of luck….not that he really needs any more of that. That kid’s got reserves a leprechaun couldn’t even dream of.
Maybe, he thinks longingly, Jim’ll forgive him for running away some day. Maybe they’ll meet up again---he amuses himself with that for a moment, imagines the look of surprise on his best friend’s face when he suddenly appears, looking no older than the day he left. It’ll never happen, of course, but it’s a fun thought all the same.
He starts hitching rides, and by the time he’s hit Wyoming Leonard McCoy is nothing but a fond memory. If anyone goes looking for him, his records will begin at Starfleet and end at Starfleet. No one in Georgia will have heard of him---even his Ex and daughter knew him by another name. He made sure to clean up any trail he might have left that would have led anyone looking for him to them---Jim isn’t the only one exceptional with electronics, after all. He’s had years of practice.
Author: Kat
Word Count: 528
Fandom: Star Trek XI/Doom x-over
Summary: It’s raining the day Leonard McCoy dies.
Notes: Not Beta'd. Need to go back and re-read and make sure everything's ok. You probably ought to have watched both movies before reading...or at least the Star Trek one. Doom you could probably miss and not have a problem. Slight one-sided Bones/Kirk if you tilt your head and squint.
It’s raining the day Leonard McCoy dies.
The five year mission is over. Jim is still captain of the Enterprise, of course---through thick and thin, he hasn’t quite managed to get himself killed in some terrible, physically impossible, never-heard-of-before way. This is, of course, thanks in a large part to Spock and Dr. McCoy--the former for dragging him out of the stupid situations he inevitably got himself tangled in, and the later for patching him back up when Spock didn’t quite manage to drag fast enough. It was a wonderful job, in a manner of speaking, while it lasted, and he’ll miss it terribly for a while. Still, McCoy put in his official resignation with Starfleet today; Jim is in a meeting with the higher-ups, waiting to see what the Enterprise’s next assignment will be. He’s sure his captain---his former captain---hasn’t heard yet. Good. It means he can slip away without any uncomfortable questions.
And anyway, if there was one person in the universe who could convince him to stay…well….
But he can’t. He can’t risk any of the crew noticing that, in the past five years, he hasn’t aged a single day. The longer he stays the more he increases those chances. He’s stuck around long enough.
He calls a cab, pays the fee for the trip out of town, and settles back, idly watching the raindrops make patterns on the windows. Leonard McCoy is dead, and no one knows yet. Now, he has no name. He’s no one. Just another face.
He pulls out a picture, one that had been taken during their last shore leave several months before. It’s one of the few things he’s keeping--a memento of his time on the Enterprise. It’ll go with his other collected odds and ends, tucked safely away in his single duffle bag with his clothes and a few credits.
He brushes his thumb over the grinning blond in the photo, wishing he weren’t so sentimental in his old age. Jim’s nearly thirty now, still pretty, still an over sexed ass, but a wonderful captain and a surprisingly insightful man. A good friend. He wishes him nothing but the best of luck….not that he really needs any more of that. That kid’s got reserves a leprechaun couldn’t even dream of.
Maybe, he thinks longingly, Jim’ll forgive him for running away some day. Maybe they’ll meet up again---he amuses himself with that for a moment, imagines the look of surprise on his best friend’s face when he suddenly appears, looking no older than the day he left. It’ll never happen, of course, but it’s a fun thought all the same.
He starts hitching rides, and by the time he’s hit Wyoming Leonard McCoy is nothing but a fond memory. If anyone goes looking for him, his records will begin at Starfleet and end at Starfleet. No one in Georgia will have heard of him---even his Ex and daughter knew him by another name. He made sure to clean up any trail he might have left that would have led anyone looking for him to them---Jim isn’t the only one exceptional with electronics, after all. He’s had years of practice.