FIC: Dammit Jim! (McCoy/Kirk, PG-13) 1/?
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singularityTitle: Untitled for now, so I'm calling it the Dammit, Jim! Chronicles Part 1/?
Author:sparkysparky
Pairing: McCoy/Kirk, established pairing (kind of)
Warnings: Underage (Kirk is (Alien whammied to) 16)
Summary: Jim's always been good at thinking on his feet. Had to be, growing up as he did. But this time, he may have gotten himself into more trouble than he can handle.
Rating: PG-13 (R over-all)
When Jim regained consciousness, he was immediately assaulted with the mother bitch of all headaches, and kept his eyes closed mostly out of the need for his brain to not, you know, explode or anything. Moments later, he was glad that he'd honed his self-preservation skills early, because there were people talking and from what his poor brain could process, they were talking about him.
"...That's the Captain, Uhura," a man's gravelly voice was saying. "And he's a goddamn child! What the hell happened down there? It was a fucking routine mission, make contact, get the treaty signed, and get out. That's all. Fuck."
"Don't you think I realize that Bones? I was there, after all. I tried to keep his fool ass from touching the red button, but did he listen? Of course not, because he's James Tiberius Kirk, Captain of the Starship Enterprise, and he always does whatever the hell he wants to!" A woman--Uhura Jim assumes--snaps. He can hear her take a few deep breaths, and then in a much calmer voice says, "From what I could translate from the Kabagurki literature, it's a physical regression only."
Except, Jim could tell her it was not. He was sixteen, and the last thing he remembered was facing down the football team with nothing but a smirk, his fists, and the smug knowledge that getting expelled from this new high school would seriously piss off Step Dad Twelve. (He'd stop remembering their names after number five, there hadn't been much use in making an effort when they only stuck around an average of eight months.)
But these people--Adults, his brain supplied, and therefore Not To Be Trusted--apparently thought he was old enough (and stupid enough) to be the Captain of a Starfleet ship. Which was a delusion on an epic scale as far as Jim was concerned. After all, hadn't he'd heard nearly every day of his life what a disappointment he'd be to his father, how he could never hope to live up to the man's legacy. His father, who'd died as Jim was born, saving hundreds of people in an act so selfless even civilians had a drink in his honor on the anniversary of his death. So the very fact that these people thought he was their worthy of being called Captain was completely ridiculous.
Even if a small part of him--a very small part, that he stuffed in a box and shoved in the corner of the furthest recesses of his mind--hoped it was true.
"I surmise that the Lieutenant is correct, Doctor McCoy. Captain Kirk appears to have undergone a physical regression to the time of his adolescence. There is no reason to assume that his brain has been similarly affected until he wakes. At such time, further deductions will be able to be ascertained, and we will be better able to understand the effect the machine had upon human physiology." A second man spoke then, his voice even and without inflection of any sort of emotion, and Jim's still fuzzy mind thought Vulcan, and he filed that away for future use.
"Dammit Spock you green-blooded goblin, I'm a Doctor not an expert on freaky alien tech," McCoy growls, his voice closer this time. Jim makes sure to keep his body relaxed and his breathing even--faking sleep had always been a talent of his--and sure enough there was the familiar beeping of med tech, and the doctor--McCoy Jim remembered--muttered darkly about idiotic Iowans, who hadn't the sense god gave a flea.
"He's fine physically," McCoy announced after the beeping stopped. "Except for being a fucking teenager, and you'd better hope to Hell that he's actually himself inside there, because I am not putting up with an even more hormonal James T. Kirk, thank you very much. The older version is annoying enough."
Jim fought the urge to sit up and insult the doctor, and reminded himself that it was foolish to have hurt feelings over being called annoying when he'd been called much worse in his life. And he'd never let adults opinions of him matter. Hell, he'd never let anyone's opinion of him matter. That way, he was never disappointed when they let him down.
"He should sleep. His body will need to recover from the shock before he wakes." Spock again, voice still as emotionless as ever. "I will let the rest of the crew know, and have Sulu set a course back to base."
There was the sound of a door opening and closing, and then Uhura spoke again. "Let me know when he wakes up, McCoy," she said, her voice softer this time. "I'll look over the documents the embassy sent, see if there's more information."
There were muffled sounds of her coming closer, and then she spoke in a voice too low for Kirk to hear what she said, but whatever it was caused McCoy to pound his fist on a table, sending medical tools rattling. It was only years worth of school his facial expressions to hide surprise and fear that kept Jim's little charade from being discovered.
"It will be all right, Leonard. Jim's been through worse." Uhura said, before Jim heard the medical bay doors open and close again.
Jim continued to feign sleep, even as his mind processed what had just happened. He had no idea what to do, or how this had happened, but he knew what he had to do. He couldn't let them know he was only sixteen. That would give them the power, and Jim was really against that possibility. So, he'd let them think he was this grown-up version of himself. He knew enough he could fake it. Spock was apparently First Officer, if the way the Vulcan had assumed command was anything to go by. Uhura had to be some sort of linguistics expert if she was translating Alien documents. McCoy was a doctor, likely the Chief Medical Officer if he was treating the Captain. He had more information now than he'd had the time he'd conned his way on a shuttle flight to Africa, pretending to be the grandson of Ambassador Uriel.
He could so, totally do this. It'd be easy. And far better than any alternative his mind could come up with.
Satisfied with his plan, Jim let his breathing speed up gradually, and feigened waking up, pulling himself to a sitting position even though his whole body resisted the action. He'd never been one to procrastinate, and now was as good a time as any to do this.
And he'd just hope he didn't crash and burn.
Author:
sparkysparkyPairing: McCoy/Kirk, established pairing (kind of)
Warnings: Underage (Kirk is (Alien whammied to) 16)
Summary: Jim's always been good at thinking on his feet. Had to be, growing up as he did. But this time, he may have gotten himself into more trouble than he can handle.
Rating: PG-13 (R over-all)
When Jim regained consciousness, he was immediately assaulted with the mother bitch of all headaches, and kept his eyes closed mostly out of the need for his brain to not, you know, explode or anything. Moments later, he was glad that he'd honed his self-preservation skills early, because there were people talking and from what his poor brain could process, they were talking about him.
"...That's the Captain, Uhura," a man's gravelly voice was saying. "And he's a goddamn child! What the hell happened down there? It was a fucking routine mission, make contact, get the treaty signed, and get out. That's all. Fuck."
"Don't you think I realize that Bones? I was there, after all. I tried to keep his fool ass from touching the red button, but did he listen? Of course not, because he's James Tiberius Kirk, Captain of the Starship Enterprise, and he always does whatever the hell he wants to!" A woman--Uhura Jim assumes--snaps. He can hear her take a few deep breaths, and then in a much calmer voice says, "From what I could translate from the Kabagurki literature, it's a physical regression only."
Except, Jim could tell her it was not. He was sixteen, and the last thing he remembered was facing down the football team with nothing but a smirk, his fists, and the smug knowledge that getting expelled from this new high school would seriously piss off Step Dad Twelve. (He'd stop remembering their names after number five, there hadn't been much use in making an effort when they only stuck around an average of eight months.)
But these people--Adults, his brain supplied, and therefore Not To Be Trusted--apparently thought he was old enough (and stupid enough) to be the Captain of a Starfleet ship. Which was a delusion on an epic scale as far as Jim was concerned. After all, hadn't he'd heard nearly every day of his life what a disappointment he'd be to his father, how he could never hope to live up to the man's legacy. His father, who'd died as Jim was born, saving hundreds of people in an act so selfless even civilians had a drink in his honor on the anniversary of his death. So the very fact that these people thought he was their worthy of being called Captain was completely ridiculous.
Even if a small part of him--a very small part, that he stuffed in a box and shoved in the corner of the furthest recesses of his mind--hoped it was true.
"I surmise that the Lieutenant is correct, Doctor McCoy. Captain Kirk appears to have undergone a physical regression to the time of his adolescence. There is no reason to assume that his brain has been similarly affected until he wakes. At such time, further deductions will be able to be ascertained, and we will be better able to understand the effect the machine had upon human physiology." A second man spoke then, his voice even and without inflection of any sort of emotion, and Jim's still fuzzy mind thought Vulcan, and he filed that away for future use.
"Dammit Spock you green-blooded goblin, I'm a Doctor not an expert on freaky alien tech," McCoy growls, his voice closer this time. Jim makes sure to keep his body relaxed and his breathing even--faking sleep had always been a talent of his--and sure enough there was the familiar beeping of med tech, and the doctor--McCoy Jim remembered--muttered darkly about idiotic Iowans, who hadn't the sense god gave a flea.
"He's fine physically," McCoy announced after the beeping stopped. "Except for being a fucking teenager, and you'd better hope to Hell that he's actually himself inside there, because I am not putting up with an even more hormonal James T. Kirk, thank you very much. The older version is annoying enough."
Jim fought the urge to sit up and insult the doctor, and reminded himself that it was foolish to have hurt feelings over being called annoying when he'd been called much worse in his life. And he'd never let adults opinions of him matter. Hell, he'd never let anyone's opinion of him matter. That way, he was never disappointed when they let him down.
"He should sleep. His body will need to recover from the shock before he wakes." Spock again, voice still as emotionless as ever. "I will let the rest of the crew know, and have Sulu set a course back to base."
There was the sound of a door opening and closing, and then Uhura spoke again. "Let me know when he wakes up, McCoy," she said, her voice softer this time. "I'll look over the documents the embassy sent, see if there's more information."
There were muffled sounds of her coming closer, and then she spoke in a voice too low for Kirk to hear what she said, but whatever it was caused McCoy to pound his fist on a table, sending medical tools rattling. It was only years worth of school his facial expressions to hide surprise and fear that kept Jim's little charade from being discovered.
"It will be all right, Leonard. Jim's been through worse." Uhura said, before Jim heard the medical bay doors open and close again.
Jim continued to feign sleep, even as his mind processed what had just happened. He had no idea what to do, or how this had happened, but he knew what he had to do. He couldn't let them know he was only sixteen. That would give them the power, and Jim was really against that possibility. So, he'd let them think he was this grown-up version of himself. He knew enough he could fake it. Spock was apparently First Officer, if the way the Vulcan had assumed command was anything to go by. Uhura had to be some sort of linguistics expert if she was translating Alien documents. McCoy was a doctor, likely the Chief Medical Officer if he was treating the Captain. He had more information now than he'd had the time he'd conned his way on a shuttle flight to Africa, pretending to be the grandson of Ambassador Uriel.
He could so, totally do this. It'd be easy. And far better than any alternative his mind could come up with.
Satisfied with his plan, Jim let his breathing speed up gradually, and feigened waking up, pulling himself to a sitting position even though his whole body resisted the action. He'd never been one to procrastinate, and now was as good a time as any to do this.
And he'd just hope he didn't crash and burn.