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Challenge: H/C - "Bitte tu mir das nicht an..." - für mich
Titel: Into the deep II
Fandom: Star Trek AOS
Charaktere: Jim Kirk, Leonard McCoy, Spock
Wörter: ungefähr 1600
Sprache: Englisch
Anmerkung: ich habe versucht, noch ein wenig comfort am Ende reinzubringen xD Spock ist halt nicht der Beste in diesen Dingen xD
Teil 1
“Come on, Bones, please don’t do this to me…” Jim murmured while he tried to get Leonard’s tricorder off of him. His hands were shaking and they were slippery from all the blood on his hands - Leonard’s blood.
After Leonard had fallen, Jim had used his last strength to haul himself over the edge and get down to his friend on another way. It had taken far too long. Leonard still laid motionless on the ground when Jim arrived there, his leg splayed out in an unnatural angle, his face smudged with blood. Jim instantly cradled his friend’s face to get a reaction which didn’t come.
Leonard’s eyes stayed shut.
Snapping out of his shock Jim knew he had to help him. Finally he got the tricorder and opened the casing. He activated the little medical device to scan his friend but it only beeped without doing anything. No result showed on the scanner. “Damn it,” he swore and threw it away angrily.
He pulled his attention back to Leonard. “Come on, open your beautiful eyes for me,” he said, one hand cupping his cheek, the other searching for a pulse. If the modern technology didn’t work, the old school method had to do.
Jim sighed in relief when he felt a bumping against his fingers. It was irregular and fast but at least there was something. At least Leonard wasn’t dead yet. So that meant there was still hope.
Despite all the voices in his head that wanted to convince him that Leonard was fine, Jim had believed the worst. When he lost his grip on Leonard’s wrist and saw him falling, Jim couldn’t fight the thought that this was the last time that he had seen his friend alive.
Never in his entire life had Jim been so happy to be wrong.
“Okay, Bones, what now?” Jim spoke out loud. It calmed him down, helped him to focus, and not panic at the sight of his best friend, unconscious and bloody. “Help me remember those first aid lessons. First make sure that the crew member is alive and breathing. Check.” Jim tried a little smile. “You are probably very happy to be breathing, right, Bones? I mean I would have to kiss you-” The last word died in his throat, and a sob escaped it. Jim clutched his hand over his mouth, tried to stop this unwanted reaction of his body.
“Damn it, Jim, pull yourself together,” he thought and tried to blink away the tears that was sneaking up on him as well. “You can’t lose it now. Bones needs you.”
He wiped away the tears and took a deep breath. “Okay, next step. Look for injuries.” Very obvious was Leonard’s broken leg but Jim couldn’t really do anything about that. At least no bones were sticking out of it. Maybe that meant that the break wasn’t so bad and wouldn’t be a big problem as soon as they were back on the ship.
Then there was this huge gash on his forehead. Of course Jim knew that head wounds bled like crazy. It didn’t mean anything bad necessarily. But it wasn’t good either. Head wounds were complicated. Leonard had told him that a hundred times. Even in these times, even with advanced knowledge in medicine, the brain was still some sort of mystery.
Jim couldn’t imagine Leonard without his beautiful brain. So he just prayed that he would be okay - although Jim knew that it wasn’t a good sign that Leonard wouldn’t wake up.
“I forbid you to die on me, do you hear me?” He started talking again, sensing the unbearable feeling creeping back up his skin. This cold wave that let his whole body shiver. He ripped the sleeve off of his shirt and used it to wipe away the blood on Leonard’s face carefully. He needed to see the wound properly.
Jim bit his lip when he noticed that it was still bleeding. He pushed the cloth on it and hoped that would help to stop it. “Okay, what next?” He hung his head, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. Jim couldn’t do anything actually. Even if he were a doctor or someone who had a little more knowledge than just knowing the barest first aid, he had nothing here to help Leonard. He just could sit here and hope for the best. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I shouldn’t have let go of you.”
“Not … fault.”
Jim opened his eyes instantly, convinced he had only imagined those words. He searched Leonard’s face for a movement. He still looked as dead as before. “Bones?” Jim asked, gently stroking his cheek. “You’re awake?”
Leonard’s eyelids fluttered but he didn’t manage to open his eyes properly.
Still, it was something. Jim smiled relieved. “I’ll get you back to the ship and Geoff will take care of you. You’ll be fine,” Jim promised and hoped that it wouldn’t be an empty promise. It couldn’t be.
Leonard didn’t say anything and Jim was convinced that he lost conscious again. But this little reaction had given Jim some hope back. Leonard was still there, still alive, and Jim wouldn’t let him die.
So he grabbed the communicator from his belt. “Kirk to Enterprise,” he said like he did a hundred times before when he was on his way down to Leonard. There was still only static at the other side. Jim had to fight the urge to throw away this piece of technology as well. Instead his grip tightened around the little object. “Kirk to Enterprise. Please come in,” he repeated.
This time between the static Jim could make out words. Nothing that he could understand properly but there was someone on the other end of the line.
“We have a medical emergency. Beam us right to medbay,” he ordered, hoping that it would get through.
“We have a lock on you, sir,” Uhura’s words came clearer now. “Beaming you up now.”
Jim sighed in relief and only a moment later he felt the warm tingling of the transporter beam. In the next second he was on the floor of medbay. He stood up immediately, helped carry Leonard on one of the biobeds and then stepped back, let Geoffrey and Christine do their jobs.
Jim had no idea how long he stood in the corner, silently watching Geoffrey and Christine while they were working on his best friend. He concentrated on the beeping sound of the biobed so he knew that Leonard was still alive. This was all he cared about in this moment. He didn’t think about what he was supposed to do in this kind of situation. He was completely frozen on the spot.
Until someone called him. Jim raised his head and looked into Spock’s face. He stood right next to him, arms folded behind his back like usual. “What are you doing here, Spock?” Jim was very confused which showed on his face.
“We lost communication for exactly 3.78 hours. I am merely here to enquire the events of-”
“You want a mission’s report?” Jim cut him off, his voice low. “Seriously? Now?”
Spock straightened his back. “On the contrary, captain. You only informed us of a medical emergency…” His voice trailed off and Spock turned his attention to the same spot that Jim had watched for the last minutes.
Jim blinked at his first officer, not sure what this was supposed to mean. Had Spock been worried? Impossible. Vulcans didn’t worry, as Spock would say. “He fell off a cliff,” Jim said without actually realizing he was speaking. “I couldn’t - I couldn’t help him.”
Spock turned back towards Jim. “I am certain you did everything in your abilities, Jim.”
Jim felt Spock’s gaze on him and it was so uncomfortable. He tried to move away a bit when all of a sudden Spock grabbed his wrist. “Are you hurt?”
No idea what Spock was talking about, Jim looked down. His hands were full of blood. Of course, how could he had forgotten? He had still Leonard’s bloods on his hands. “No, it’s just-” Jim tried to explain but lost his voice. Almost gently Spock pulled him to a sink, turned on the water and put Jim’s hands under it. The red liquid vanished from his hands as if it had never been there. Funnily Jim had no idea if he should feel bad or good about this.
“You should get your hands treated, captain. They are full of excoriations. And it appears that the pinky finger of your right hand is broken.”
“What?” Not believing his first officer Jim poked it. Pain run through his finger and Jim bit his lip to fight the sound that wanted to come out of his mouth. “How did that-?” He asked himself when he remembered how Leonard had pulled it to get free. Instinctively he turned around again to look for Leonard, to make sure that he was still there and not falling into a deep abyss.
“I always believed that Doctor McCoy was one of the most unregenerate humans I had ever encountered,” Spock said out of the blue.
“Is this your kind of pep talk? You want to say that he is too stubborn to die?”
Spock nodded. “In a way, yes.”
Jim smiled halfheartedly. “As illogical as it may seem, it works. A little at least.” His full attention was back to Leonard but Jim was glad to have Spock beside him, to know that he wasn’t alone in his fears and worries. And that Spock, the most logical person Jim knew, believed that Leonard would be okay again, gave Jim the necessary push to believe it himself.
Leonard would be okay again!
Challenge: H/C - "Bitte tu mir das nicht an..." - für mich
Titel: Into the deep II
Fandom: Star Trek AOS
Charaktere: Jim Kirk, Leonard McCoy, Spock
Wörter: ungefähr 1600
Sprache: Englisch
Anmerkung: ich habe versucht, noch ein wenig comfort am Ende reinzubringen xD Spock ist halt nicht der Beste in diesen Dingen xD
Teil 1
“Come on, Bones, please don’t do this to me…” Jim murmured while he tried to get Leonard’s tricorder off of him. His hands were shaking and they were slippery from all the blood on his hands - Leonard’s blood.
After Leonard had fallen, Jim had used his last strength to haul himself over the edge and get down to his friend on another way. It had taken far too long. Leonard still laid motionless on the ground when Jim arrived there, his leg splayed out in an unnatural angle, his face smudged with blood. Jim instantly cradled his friend’s face to get a reaction which didn’t come.
Leonard’s eyes stayed shut.
Snapping out of his shock Jim knew he had to help him. Finally he got the tricorder and opened the casing. He activated the little medical device to scan his friend but it only beeped without doing anything. No result showed on the scanner. “Damn it,” he swore and threw it away angrily.
He pulled his attention back to Leonard. “Come on, open your beautiful eyes for me,” he said, one hand cupping his cheek, the other searching for a pulse. If the modern technology didn’t work, the old school method had to do.
Jim sighed in relief when he felt a bumping against his fingers. It was irregular and fast but at least there was something. At least Leonard wasn’t dead yet. So that meant there was still hope.
Despite all the voices in his head that wanted to convince him that Leonard was fine, Jim had believed the worst. When he lost his grip on Leonard’s wrist and saw him falling, Jim couldn’t fight the thought that this was the last time that he had seen his friend alive.
Never in his entire life had Jim been so happy to be wrong.
“Okay, Bones, what now?” Jim spoke out loud. It calmed him down, helped him to focus, and not panic at the sight of his best friend, unconscious and bloody. “Help me remember those first aid lessons. First make sure that the crew member is alive and breathing. Check.” Jim tried a little smile. “You are probably very happy to be breathing, right, Bones? I mean I would have to kiss you-” The last word died in his throat, and a sob escaped it. Jim clutched his hand over his mouth, tried to stop this unwanted reaction of his body.
“Damn it, Jim, pull yourself together,” he thought and tried to blink away the tears that was sneaking up on him as well. “You can’t lose it now. Bones needs you.”
He wiped away the tears and took a deep breath. “Okay, next step. Look for injuries.” Very obvious was Leonard’s broken leg but Jim couldn’t really do anything about that. At least no bones were sticking out of it. Maybe that meant that the break wasn’t so bad and wouldn’t be a big problem as soon as they were back on the ship.
Then there was this huge gash on his forehead. Of course Jim knew that head wounds bled like crazy. It didn’t mean anything bad necessarily. But it wasn’t good either. Head wounds were complicated. Leonard had told him that a hundred times. Even in these times, even with advanced knowledge in medicine, the brain was still some sort of mystery.
Jim couldn’t imagine Leonard without his beautiful brain. So he just prayed that he would be okay - although Jim knew that it wasn’t a good sign that Leonard wouldn’t wake up.
“I forbid you to die on me, do you hear me?” He started talking again, sensing the unbearable feeling creeping back up his skin. This cold wave that let his whole body shiver. He ripped the sleeve off of his shirt and used it to wipe away the blood on Leonard’s face carefully. He needed to see the wound properly.
Jim bit his lip when he noticed that it was still bleeding. He pushed the cloth on it and hoped that would help to stop it. “Okay, what next?” He hung his head, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. Jim couldn’t do anything actually. Even if he were a doctor or someone who had a little more knowledge than just knowing the barest first aid, he had nothing here to help Leonard. He just could sit here and hope for the best. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I shouldn’t have let go of you.”
“Not … fault.”
Jim opened his eyes instantly, convinced he had only imagined those words. He searched Leonard’s face for a movement. He still looked as dead as before. “Bones?” Jim asked, gently stroking his cheek. “You’re awake?”
Leonard’s eyelids fluttered but he didn’t manage to open his eyes properly.
Still, it was something. Jim smiled relieved. “I’ll get you back to the ship and Geoff will take care of you. You’ll be fine,” Jim promised and hoped that it wouldn’t be an empty promise. It couldn’t be.
Leonard didn’t say anything and Jim was convinced that he lost conscious again. But this little reaction had given Jim some hope back. Leonard was still there, still alive, and Jim wouldn’t let him die.
So he grabbed the communicator from his belt. “Kirk to Enterprise,” he said like he did a hundred times before when he was on his way down to Leonard. There was still only static at the other side. Jim had to fight the urge to throw away this piece of technology as well. Instead his grip tightened around the little object. “Kirk to Enterprise. Please come in,” he repeated.
This time between the static Jim could make out words. Nothing that he could understand properly but there was someone on the other end of the line.
“We have a medical emergency. Beam us right to medbay,” he ordered, hoping that it would get through.
“We have a lock on you, sir,” Uhura’s words came clearer now. “Beaming you up now.”
Jim sighed in relief and only a moment later he felt the warm tingling of the transporter beam. In the next second he was on the floor of medbay. He stood up immediately, helped carry Leonard on one of the biobeds and then stepped back, let Geoffrey and Christine do their jobs.
Jim had no idea how long he stood in the corner, silently watching Geoffrey and Christine while they were working on his best friend. He concentrated on the beeping sound of the biobed so he knew that Leonard was still alive. This was all he cared about in this moment. He didn’t think about what he was supposed to do in this kind of situation. He was completely frozen on the spot.
Until someone called him. Jim raised his head and looked into Spock’s face. He stood right next to him, arms folded behind his back like usual. “What are you doing here, Spock?” Jim was very confused which showed on his face.
“We lost communication for exactly 3.78 hours. I am merely here to enquire the events of-”
“You want a mission’s report?” Jim cut him off, his voice low. “Seriously? Now?”
Spock straightened his back. “On the contrary, captain. You only informed us of a medical emergency…” His voice trailed off and Spock turned his attention to the same spot that Jim had watched for the last minutes.
Jim blinked at his first officer, not sure what this was supposed to mean. Had Spock been worried? Impossible. Vulcans didn’t worry, as Spock would say. “He fell off a cliff,” Jim said without actually realizing he was speaking. “I couldn’t - I couldn’t help him.”
Spock turned back towards Jim. “I am certain you did everything in your abilities, Jim.”
Jim felt Spock’s gaze on him and it was so uncomfortable. He tried to move away a bit when all of a sudden Spock grabbed his wrist. “Are you hurt?”
No idea what Spock was talking about, Jim looked down. His hands were full of blood. Of course, how could he had forgotten? He had still Leonard’s bloods on his hands. “No, it’s just-” Jim tried to explain but lost his voice. Almost gently Spock pulled him to a sink, turned on the water and put Jim’s hands under it. The red liquid vanished from his hands as if it had never been there. Funnily Jim had no idea if he should feel bad or good about this.
“You should get your hands treated, captain. They are full of excoriations. And it appears that the pinky finger of your right hand is broken.”
“What?” Not believing his first officer Jim poked it. Pain run through his finger and Jim bit his lip to fight the sound that wanted to come out of his mouth. “How did that-?” He asked himself when he remembered how Leonard had pulled it to get free. Instinctively he turned around again to look for Leonard, to make sure that he was still there and not falling into a deep abyss.
“I always believed that Doctor McCoy was one of the most unregenerate humans I had ever encountered,” Spock said out of the blue.
“Is this your kind of pep talk? You want to say that he is too stubborn to die?”
Spock nodded. “In a way, yes.”
Jim smiled halfheartedly. “As illogical as it may seem, it works. A little at least.” His full attention was back to Leonard but Jim was glad to have Spock beside him, to know that he wasn’t alone in his fears and worries. And that Spock, the most logical person Jim knew, believed that Leonard would be okay again, gave Jim the necessary push to believe it himself.
Leonard would be okay again!
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