Title: "Perspectives" (6/6)
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mijan
Rating: PG-13
Summary: "Perhaps it is nothing, Captain. However, I feel it prudent to mention that I have observed many reactions to death during the previous two years." "Go on, Spock." "I have seldom witnessed a reaction as strong as the one exhibited by Doctor McCoy."
Canon: Based in the ST:XI universe, but strongly influenced by TOS.
Total Length: 33,000 words.
Characters: McCoy, Kirk, Spock, with ensemble appearances by Sulu, Uhura, a couple of random Ensigns, and most of the medical staff.
Links: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5
Disclaimer: Gene Roddenberry is God, Paramount Pictures is Pope, and this is blasphemy. Enjoy!
Notes: My immense thanks to my beta reader,![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
classics_geek , and my test-reader, red_rahl . Also a quick thanks to lap_otter , who is supremely awesome and caught several glitches and typos I made.
On another note, I want to explain a couple of things about the fic, and why I wrote it the way I did. For that, you've got to know a few things about how I see the characters, and WHY. First of all, the characters are a combination of ST:XI and TOS. I see them developing this way a couple of years into this reboot universe - maturing, becoming more blended with the older versions of themselves.
( Character notes. You might find them interesting. )
So, without further delay...
From the previous installment:
Here, it didn't matter that he was broken – he was in the hands of the person who had fixed him. After a moment of stillness, Bones shifted. For a second, Jim was afraid he'd done something wrong, but then strong arms wrapped around him, and Bones was burying his face against Jim's neck and shaking.
"Bones, are you okay? Did I –"
Bones lifted his head for just a brief moment – the air on Jim's neck felt cool where tears were evaporating – just long enough to say, "Damn it, Jim, just shut up."
So he did.
And now the conclusion:
(The next few hours were spent talking about everything and nothing; all that mattered was that they were talking again. )
~FIN~
Author:
mijan Rating: PG-13
Summary: "Perhaps it is nothing, Captain. However, I feel it prudent to mention that I have observed many reactions to death during the previous two years." "Go on, Spock." "I have seldom witnessed a reaction as strong as the one exhibited by Doctor McCoy."
Canon: Based in the ST:XI universe, but strongly influenced by TOS.
Total Length: 33,000 words.
Characters: McCoy, Kirk, Spock, with ensemble appearances by Sulu, Uhura, a couple of random Ensigns, and most of the medical staff.
Links: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5
Disclaimer: Gene Roddenberry is God, Paramount Pictures is Pope, and this is blasphemy. Enjoy!
Notes: My immense thanks to my beta reader,
classics_geek , and my test-reader, red_rahl . Also a quick thanks to lap_otter , who is supremely awesome and caught several glitches and typos I made.On another note, I want to explain a couple of things about the fic, and why I wrote it the way I did. For that, you've got to know a few things about how I see the characters, and WHY. First of all, the characters are a combination of ST:XI and TOS. I see them developing this way a couple of years into this reboot universe - maturing, becoming more blended with the older versions of themselves.
( Character notes. You might find them interesting. )
So, without further delay...
From the previous installment:
Here, it didn't matter that he was broken – he was in the hands of the person who had fixed him. After a moment of stillness, Bones shifted. For a second, Jim was afraid he'd done something wrong, but then strong arms wrapped around him, and Bones was burying his face against Jim's neck and shaking.
"Bones, are you okay? Did I –"
Bones lifted his head for just a brief moment – the air on Jim's neck felt cool where tears were evaporating – just long enough to say, "Damn it, Jim, just shut up."
So he did.
And now the conclusion:
(The next few hours were spent talking about everything and nothing; all that mattered was that they were talking again. )
~FIN~
