Just a Jealous Guy 3/5

[1lostone]

Title: Just a Jealous Guy...
Author: 1lostone 
Beta: jademac2442 
Pairing: Bones/Jim
Warnings: jealousy, angst, FDA approved fluff, kidfic, possible overuse of italics and exclamation points.
Summary:  Bones had never really realized just how manipulative his ex wife was. Or just how jealous he could really be.
Word Count:  A metric fuckton 15,000ish
Status: Complete
A/N:  Merry Christmas jlm121 !!!  My very first time writing this pairing. A thank you for introducing me to Jim/Bones  and forcing encouraging me to read it. (Although it STILL feels like Jim is cheating on Spock... hehe.)

PART I  PART II  PART III  PART IV  PART V  EPILOGUE

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PART THREE

 

“Daddy, why is Captain Kirk going to visit some woman on the planet? Why is he going down by himself? Shouldn’t we go with him?”

“I don’t know, baby.” He didn’t. He and Jim hadn’t spoken, hadn’t even seen each other in the three days it had taken to get the other students settled and warp to Cerberus. Bones had made a special point of burying himself in work, and if it just so happened that mandatory inoculations were due, well then that was just too bad. “It’s probably just Winona.”

Bones missed the way his daughter’s lips tightened at the name.

“He seems really excited to see her. You know, he’s been really nice, daddy. He let me sit in his chair. And I got to tell Lieutenant Sulu to ‘Punch it.’  Captain Kirk just told me not to get too used to the chair- that he’d had it ergonomically designed for his ass.” She grinned, fingering the Starfleet insignia Jim had given her. Bones had to smirk a little. Jo had been lost on the ship so many times that Spock had suggested that they give her one of the newly issued communicators so that they could, ‘find her expeditiously with the most efficient use of manpower and resources.’ Spock didn’t seem to mind her questions at all. In fact, Bones was pretty sure the damn pointy-eared hobgoblin liked his kid about fifteen times more than he cared for him.

Bones shook his head, forcing himself to eat. “Yeah well he’s probably really excited. I don’t know. I haven’t seen him to ask. But I think he’s getting ready to beam down.”  It should probably bother him that even though he and Jim weren’t speaking – and fuck he didn’t even know how to begin to go about fixing this- he still knew Jim’s schedule almost by heart.

“You know, Me and Hab both want to investigate the colony. Do you think---“ Jo trailed off, smiling at her new friends, seated in a corner of the Mess.  “Dad, I’ll be right back.”

The other three children were a little older than Joanna.  Hab was a Bolian. He sat at a table in the mess hall, the diplomat who had been charged with his care looking vaguely disgusted as Hab licked at the grey piece of meat. Bones didn’t know how Jo could stomach being around him while he ate. Rotting meat was never a pleasant smell. Well, unless you were Bolian.  Hab was tall for his species. His bright blue skin had a kind of amusing habit of paling when he got excited over something. Given that it was his first time on a starship, Hab frequently looked like a spackled robin’s egg as he discovered one new thing after another.

Not too far from Hab was the pint-sized Orion girl, Liandra. She was absolutely miniscule. She hadn’t yet reached the age of sexual maturity in Orions, so her skin hadn’t quite reached the bright green hue that Gaila’s had. She sat, legs folded under her as she surveyed the off-duty personnel, looking for all the world like a tiny little queen surveying her subjects.  Bones had to hide a small grin. Jo, who never met a stranger, had made friends with her and seemed to be trying to teach her some more human characteristics. The tiny Orion had made it very clear that she was only tolerating Jo’s interference as a gesture of goodwill.

Sprek was another case altogether. According to ship scuttlebutt, Jim had made sure Spock was on hand to greet the young Vulcan male. No one knew much about why the little guy had been included. For certain he was brilliant, and certainly capable. The reigning rumor seemed to be that he had done something against traditional Vulcan cultural norms, and had been exiled to the care of the Cerberus colony.  The only two out of the three people on the entire ship who knew for certain would not speak of what was clearly regarded to be Sprek’s private life.  Jim tended to glare at crew members who rude enough to ask him, the good natured look on his face  bleeding slowly away,  features arranged in something that was much more likely to get nosy crew members working Gamma shift trash detail than whatever relative cushy job they were currently assigned to.

Bones caught the gaze of Spock eating at a corner table with Uhura and Sprek, and quickly looked back down at his plate. Spock gave the impression that he wouldn’t mind breaking Bones into a few separate pieces and beating him to death with them. Well, okay maybe that was just Bones’ interpretation. He darted a quick look back up to the Vulcan, whose eyebrow twitched as he continued to gaze directly at Bones.

Then again, maybe not.

Jo came back, munching on a carrot she’d clearly stolen from Liandra’s tray. “Daddy, do you think we could go see the Captain beam down? I wanted to ask him a question. And Mr. Chekov promised to show me the transporter controls.”  

Bones blinked, focusing on his daughter’s hopeful face. He’d been unable to come to a decision on whether or not to go through with the transfer. On one hand, he’d have Jo. Watch her grow up. Get to actually be her dad for a change. On the other hand… no Enterprise. “Sure. Just let me take care of my tray.”  Bones dumped the mostly uneaten meal in the recycler and walked with her to the transporter room. 

“Have you commed your mother?” Bones nodded to crew members as they passed, noticing that just about everyone had a smile for his daughter. Jo was just like that. Ever since she was a baby, she’d have this knack of just smiling and people would fall over themselves to give her anything she wanted. Even with Jocelyn as her caregiver, it was a miracle that she wasn’t completely spoiled.  Ensign Moss stopped and handed him a PADD, waiting until he’d acknowledged her before moving on at a brisk clip. The inoculation results. Bones looked at them, absently.

“Oh daddy. You always ask me that.  I sent her a message when I arrived.”Joanna waved her PADD before slipping it back into her belt.  “She said to tell you hello, and wanted me to make sure that the Captain contacted her.” Bones felt his facial muscles freeze. “I told her that he was too busy to take coms of course. Funny, he made kind of the same face you’re making now when I told him. Usually he’s so… smiley.” Bones ignored his daughter’s blissful sigh. “He seems like such a great person, Daddy. Did you know that he was… oh! There he is! Captain! Captain Kirk!” Jo beamed, waving her hand and jogging forward. Bones saw Jim’s smile and schooled his face into careful blankness. He was uncomfortably aware that Jim’s smile dimmed slightly, blue eyes skittering away from his own hazel gaze.

“Good morning, Joanna.” Jim reached out and chucked her on the chin. Jo turned right red, grinning up at him.

“Hi! Are you going down to the surface? Can I come? I’m really quite curious about what it’s like down there.  I’ve been reading up on the colony and it’s fascinating what they’ve done with the xenocrystalline of grain study. Imagine a nearly perfect way of feeding people!”

Bones, who couldn’t make himself look away from Jim’s face, caught the briefest of tightening of Jim’s features; a look of almost sorrow so brief Bones thought he had imagined it.

“I know. That’s one of the reasons Winona wanted me to beam down first. She wants to show off her new toy. I was just on my way down, actually. Come on, you can see me off. I think Chekov was going to show you some of the finer points of transporter technology, right?”

“What, you’re an expert on grain now, too?”  Jesus, why couldn’t he just shut up?

A flash of blue, so bright for a second that Bones found himself blinking stupidly, cursing his stupid tendency to blurt out whatever popped into his head. His hand tightened on the PADD and it was with some shock for Bones to realize that he still clutched it in his hands.

“Yeah. Not an expert, exactly. But it’s a subject that interests me.  I grew up on a farm. I guess it stuck.” Again that strange, sad look.

God. He hadn’t heard that particular tone of polite, careful distance since Jim’s first diplomatic mission.

“Well. Shall we?”  Jim smiled down at Jo again, waving the two of them on into the transporter room.

“Hi Chekov! How are you?”

“Wery well, thank you Jo. Keptin, are you ready for transport?” Chekov stood at attention hands resting comfortably on the transporter device.

Jim moved around Bones, their bodies touching just slightly. Enough that he could feel the charge of energy, causing him to catch his breath. Jo was standing by the transporter pad, looking at some of the readouts.

“So, you’re going down dirtside.”  A stupid thing to say, but it was all that Bones could think of to fill up the uncomfortable silence.  Even Chekov was giving Bones the hairy eyebrow, picking up on the blatant tension between the two men.  He would have had to have been completely blind and stupid not to realize that he and Jim’s sudden lack of affability had to be pretty much the topic of gossips from all over the ship.

Jim, face also politely blank nodded. “Come on, Jo. You better go on by Chekov. I have a meeting in fifteen minutes. I don’t generally like to keep her waiting.”

Jo made a disgruntled sound. “Humph. She sounds kind of rude.”

Jim grinned easily. “Naw. Just focused. Come on now. You and the others can beam down later. Winona said something about there being some sort of trouble down on the planet. I’m just going to check it out.”

“If there’s trouble, should you go down with some sort of security?”

Bless Jo’s suspicious heart. Took the words right out of his mouth.

“Normally yes.” It struck Bones how completely at ease Jim really was with Jo and all her questions. Especially since Bones just stood here soaking in the sound of Jim’s voice, like a complete idiot. “But I wanted some time alone with her before we were on the clock.” Jim winked. “I’m the captain. I can do stuff like that.”

“Jo, come on now.” Bones’ voice was rougher than normal.

Jo sighed, flouncing over to where Chekov stood.  That was another thing. Everyone on the ship knew that Jo had a rather painful crush on Jim. But no one was cruel or hateful to her, tending to ignore its less than pleasant aspects when they manifested, like now.

“Ready, Keptin.”
 

“Right. Jo, you take care of things for me while I’m gone. Get Spock to help you so he doesn’t feel left out, okay?”  Jim winked and stepped up onto the transporter pad. 

Bones opened his mouth to say something, racking his brain for something appropriate to say with his kid and the ship’s kid in hearing vicinity. Whatever was on his face caused the hard look Jim adopted lately whenever they saw each other to soften slightly.  Jim raised his hand in the ta’al, lips smiling.

Bones rolled his eyes, lips twitching in response.  Only Jim.

“Okay, Chekov.”

“Aye sir. Engag— wait! Nyet!”

Bones didn’t have time to react. He had never moved too far away from the bay doors, perhaps subconsciously showing how little he still distrusted the damn things, even after all this time in the black.  He just saw a blur of pink go flying and had one millisecond of Jim’s eyes widening in shock before Joanna’s flying leap sent her molecules scrambling with Jim’s as they both disappeared from the transporter pad.

NEXT!

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[jlm121.livejournal.com]

JOANNA CRUSHING ON JIM
JOANNA JEALOUS OF WINONA
JOANNA AND JIM IN DANGER

BEST XMAS PRESENT EVER

[karmic-fic.livejournal.com]

o_0 the thing is..... i know i'm supposed to be worried about what the trouble is and jim and joanna being on the planet... but really whenever something like this happens i'm always worried that they are going to rematerialize as some sort of ucky pulsating gooey mixture of the two


..... right then
..... better go make sure that isn't what happened