Just a Jealous Guy 4/5

[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 FOUR

“Get them BACK!” Bones was moving, even before the molecules had finished dissipating. He slammed his hand down on the transporter control console, staring hard at the pad as though he could make them reappear with just the weight of his glare. He heard a crack and loosened his grip on the PADD before he broke it.

“I.. I am…trying!”

Bones snarled, watching as the kid’s hands flew over the console. “McCoy to Spock.” But Bones couldn’t speak past his heart, thudding madly in his throat. His voice simply wouldn’t work.

“Doctor?”  Spock’s voice over the open channel, inquiring.

Chekov responded. “There’s been an accident with the captain, sir. You better get down to Transporter three.”

“Acknowledged. Spock, out.”

“Chekov…”

“Aye, sir. I know. They arrived safely, but there’s been something… some malfunction with the transporter.”

Bones actually thought his knees would give out on him. Over and over, he saw Jo, his baby, his little girl flinging herself at Jim. Saw Jim’s shocked face as he instinctively moved to catch her.

You were not supposed to move during transport.  

Bones brought a shaking hand up to his mouth, aware that his lips were forming curses, no sound falling from his lips, barely aware when the doors behind him slid open, Scotty running pel-mel for the transporter. Spock’s voice came over the comm again.  

“Ensign Chekov. Lieutenant Commander Scott will take over. You are needed on the Bridge. You too, Doctor.”

Bones turned on one heel, running for the doors, Chekov pounding right behind him. The few crew members walking around flattened themselves against the corridor walls, watching with wide eyes.  It seemed to take too long to get to the lift. The ride to the Bridge seemed to take hours instead of minutes.

Bones and Chekov both stopped short at the image on the viewscreen.

Winona Kirk stood there, the signal wavering with static, staring dismayed at Spock.

“You’re telling me that an eleven-year old child mucked up the transporter controls on a Galaxy class starship?"

“Affirmative, Commander. Indeed, it would appear so.”

Winona Kirk cocked her head, pinching the bridge of her nose in a way that reminded Bones painfully of her son.  “That is… not quite what I was hoping you’d say, Commander Spock. To say that this is not the best timing is somewhat of an understatement. I don’t know where the locals came from. According to Starfleet,” she spit this word out with a good bit of venom. “This was an uninhibited planet. Of course that doesn’t explain why everything’s gone to complete and utter shit on the surface.”

“Wait- what? Why wouldn’t you bother to share that information with us you fu—“

“Doctor McCoy.” Spock’s voice was sharp with reprimand. “Now is not the time.”

Winona’s brown gaze zeroed in on Bones, eyes narrowing slightly as she recognized who he was. “Yeah, Doc? You might want to examine why your kid chose to hijack the Goddamn transporter before you throw too many stones there.” She sounded amused.

Like this was fucking funny. Chekov brushed past him, stepping on his booted foot on purpose on his way to his station.  The sharp pain distracted Bones from his immediate retort. He took a deep, shaky breath. Tried to remember where he was, and who exactly it was that he was talking to.

There was the sound of phaser fire off screen. Winona whirled, looking over her left shoulder. “Look, I kind of have my hands full here. Let me know when you guys get your shit together. Kirk out.”  The viewscreen image fizzled out.

“Lieutenant. When you’re ready.”

“On it, Spock.” Uhrua’s clipped voice was carefully blank of any stress as her fingers flew over her station’s console.  There was a bleep and a mechanical sounding whine that caused everyone on the bridge but Spock to wince.  Joanna’s voice filled the room.

“Ca—Captain? Captain Kirk?”  She voice shook. She sounded absolutely terrified. There was the sound of more phaser fire. Something very large hit the ground, the crashing sound deafening over the speakers, causing another loop of feedback.

“Jo! Joanna!!” Bones’ voice cracked as he stumbled forward, almost tripping on the smooth surface of the bridge’s walkway.

“Doctor—“

“Commander, I can monitor their frequencies. Both life signs are present. Main viewscreen.”

“Joanna!” Bones took another step forward, clenching his fists at his side.

“Doctor, they cannot hear us.”

Bones turned to look at Spock, biting his lip to keep from cursing. Spock wasn’t even looking at him. Instead, his gaze was fixed on the viewscreen that showed two blips. Heart rate, Oxygen intake, stress levels, all were showing.  Bones took in the sight, years of training reading that Jo’s repertory rate was high, showing great levels of stress and adrenaline. Jim appeared to be unconscious. His heart rate was steady, if a bit slower than normal.

“C’mon, Captain. Wake up please. Please, those guys are gonna come back.” Jo’s voice gulped, whispered. The monitors didn’t show where either of them were, or what position they were in.

“Leonard, the communicators are only broadcasting one way. There’s some kind of planetary interference that is scrambling the signal. We can see them, we can hear them, but I can’t lock on them.” Uhura’s voice was kind. Out of the corner of his eye  he could  tell she was practically radiating worry and empathy, but couldn’t force himself to look away from the fucking viewscreen, too afraid of something happening if he took his attention off it even just for a moment.

“Why didja do that, huh Captain? My dad is gonna be royally pissed at me when he finds out I let you get hurt. If he doesn’t kill me for the little stunt I pulled. Which he probably will. Which sucks ‘cuz I had big plans for twelve. I’m sorry okay? Please wake up… please?”

His baby. She sounded terrified. 

Jim groaned, and Bones flinched at the way Jo sobbed a little. Her voice sounded muffled now, like she was hunched over.  “Shhh. Shhhh. It’s okay. It’s gonna be okay now. Wake. Up!”  Jim groaned again and there was a slapping sound; a sharp strike against skin.  

Almost as though speaking from down a very far-away tunnel, he heard Spock’s voice, murmuring something, and someone else’s response. 

“Sorry- Sorry about that. My da—daddy says that you have a head that’s harder than two horse buckets strung together, so you better quit being such a wuss. My great-aunt Ethyl can take a hit better than that. Oh. Oh, nonono…oh shit.”

More phaserfire, distressingly close. Bones could taste the blood in the back of his throat where he’d bit his tongue.  Everyone on the bridge froze. Bones could feel them looking at him, and then carefully not looking when Jo’s voice squeaked again, terror bleeding through the last syllable. Her adrenaline spiked, so much that based on the increased oxygen intake, it looked as though she were about to pass out.

There was the sound of a voice, harsh and alien. The UT had a slight delay, but the words, once they heard them were worse than the tone.

“Why hello there, beautiful. What do we have here?”

Bones felt himself sway. There was another high-pitched whine and the communicators completely blipped out, leaving them in silence. Suddenly, the sounds of the bridge seemed inordinately loud.

“Damn it! It’s that planetary interference again! Compensating….”

Fury choked him. Uhura’s head was bent over her station as she worked. “Come on!” He bellowed, not able to keep himself from overreacting. It was impossible. He couldn't focus on his training, on staying calm when he didn't know if... if...

She ignored him, making an adjustment. He whirled and the PADD that he’d been clutching so hard accidentally flew out of his hand, crashing into one of the computers behind her. Uhura ducked, and Bones stood there, breathing heavily, shocked at himself.

“Doctor McCoy. You will remove yourself from the bridge immediately.”

“No. Oh no, Spock come on you can’t do that you fucking green blooded bastarding son of a bitch!” Bones punched the bulkhead in front of him, cursing, welcoming the split of the skin on his knuckles.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw red uniforms and he flinched.

“Spock, wait a moment… I.. just a … there!” They all jerked, turning towards the viewscreen at the now familiar whine of high-pitched feedback.  Uhura’s voice was brittle as she adjusted her controls.

They could hear heavy breathing…. The sound of phaser fire…nothing else.  Bones moaned, closing his eyes, before they popped open and he was staring at the viewscreen.

“Well, that was a little more entertainment that I had expected.” Jim’s voice, wan but there.

“I… I…”

“Hey now. We’re okay. Let’s get out from under this rock, okay? That guy probably has buddies that will be looking for him.”

“He was… He…”

“Shh, Joanna. You’re fine. Nice job kicking him in the face by the way. You looked completely badass.”

“I—I…”

“Alright now, none of that.” Jim’s voice was sharp, commanding. Bones noticed that just about everyone on the bridge straightened at the tone implicit in that voice, as a habit on the rare occasions when they heard it. “I’m going to need your help. Quit waffling about and show some of that McCoy backbone.”

Bones felt the two security officers flank him, one on either side.  He stiffened. “Spock. Please don’t do this. I didn’t mean to throw the fucking thing. She knows that.” Bones met Uhura’s gaze, to check that she did. She looked like she was ready to cry, her beautiful eyes wide with sympathy. She shook her head and Bones understood that she knew he hadn't been trying to hurt her.

“Regardless, Doctor, your place is not on this bridge. You are emotionally compromised. However, I am not unaffected by your plight. I believe you will be better served by waiting in your quarters.”  Spock’s tone brooked no argument. 

“Spock…” Bones had never pleaded for anything so much in his life.  He was surprised to see a small flicker of—something—on Spock’s face. “Please. You can’t do this.”

“Yes, Doctor. Indeed I can.” He jerked his head sharply and Bones felt the two security guards tense. He was drained, unable to really process individual events. He only knew that they were taking him away… from Joanna. And from Jim.

***

Bones didn’t hear the muffled beep the first time. It was to his personal computer. He didn’t fucking care. Anyone who needed him had to get through Cupcake and Jackass, the two security guards Spock had detailed to make sure that he didn’t leave his room.  The indicator on his computer beeped again, and listlessly, Bones turned to answer it.

Uhura. His eyes widened as he read it, heart rate thundering in his chest.  That beautiful, brilliant woman. A Goddess.  

Len, here’s the frequency. Spock actually went against regs for this. Please don’t do anything stupid.  We’re working to get them back, as fast as we can.

With hands that shook, Bones followed her instructions, and closed his eyes with relief as he heard his daughter’s voice over the computer’s speakers. Uhura had patched them down to his room. A much smaller screen opened and Bones could see the two blips that represented his daughter and his best friend, just like on the view screen.

“You have a… and she’s … she’s the one that’s gonna be my headmistress?”

“Yep. What, did you think they shat me upon a rock during high noon? I had parents, you know.”

“Well of course I know. I did go to school, you know. I just didn’t uh. I thought that Winona was your.. er.. Well, nevermind what I thought.”

Bones could almost hear Jim raising an eyebrow. “Right. So.. since it looks like we’re going to be here for awhile until my ship can come fetch us, don’t you think it would be a great time to fill me in on whatever the hell it was that you did to my ship? Stop that!”  

“Damnit, Captain, I’m a schoolgirl, not a doctor! But even I know what a head wound looks like. Quit being such an infant.” 

Jim’s bark of a laugh made Bones smile, tiredly.

“I’d prefer not to say, actually.”  Jo’s prim voice made Bones sigh. He pulled the computer onto his bed and rolled onto his back, staring up at the ceiling of his quarters. “Come on, didn’t you ever do anything dumb when you were eleven?”

“Yeah, actually. Maybe not quite this stupid, mind you, but it was pretty  damn stupid. Here. Let’s rest here for awhile. If we’re gonna be stuck underground, at least here there’s a little airway.”

“Captain?”

“Really, kid. Call me Jim.”

There was a silence. In an incredibly small voice, Bones heard his daughter whisper, “I’m sorry. I think it’s my fault that your head is messed up. And your back.”

“Don’t be silly. True, maybe it wasn’t the best idea to jump me like that. You do know that you could have been really hurt, don’t you?” Jim’s voice was just chiding enough that to Jo it must have sounded agonizing; with her hero worship anything Jim said would sound so much worse.

“Yeah. But I figured it out. While you guys were talking to Mister Chekov. It wasn’t that hard of an adjustment. And really, Capt.. er. Jim. Don’t you think you should look more closely at the fact that I was able to hack your system? With you and my dad right there?” Her voice was all chiding innocence. 

Nice, Jo. Bones smirked. That’s my girl. 

“Oh god, your dad is gonna kill me.”   

“Kill you? He knows ,like,  eight-million different types of diseases. I’ll be surprised if he doesn’t keep me in stasis so that he can revive me, then inject me again when gets his hands on me.”

Jim snickered, and then groaned, breaking off with a muffled curse. “It looks like we’re gonna be here for a little—hey. Hey, Jo. Kid, no waterworks, okay?” Jim sounded a little panicked at the muffled sniff.  “So okay. So when I was eleven, I drove a car off a cliff.” Jim's blurted words startled Jo out of her sniffing.

Bones looked sharply at the computer.

“My stepdad- Frank. He was kind of a dic--. Er. I mean a bad person.”

Bones snorted, Jo’s following his a second later.

“While my mom was off planet, he watched us, right? Me and Sam. Well, Sam had had enough and took off, and I was so mad when Frank bragged that he was gonna sell my dad’s car that I drove it off a cliff. It was wild. Oh, no. Nothing like that. I wasn’t trying to hurt myself or anything.”  

Right, Jim. Because stable, well-adjusted kids steal cars and drive them off cliffs before they finish their homework.

“I was kind of a wild kid, tho—“ Jim broke off, a grunt of pain echoing strangely. Where ever they were, it had to be some sort of cavern. Jim had said that there was an airway. It was a pain sound. Bones knew that sound- knew what Jim sounded like when he tried to hide being in pain.

“Jim?”

There was no answer. Bones stared hard at the life sign indicators, watching for … fuck. There it was. He had to be losing blood somehow.

“Yeah, kid.” His voice was strained.

“I think I should look at your shoulder. And you can’t fall asleep. Your eyes are all funny. I think you have a concussion. Damn, I wish my daddy was here. He’d know what to do.”

Bones closed his eyes.

“Me too." Jim took another breath. "Yeah, sure. See if you can see anything. Hell, you can’t do any worse than I did.  Just use the shirt. It’s pretty much fucked anyway. I can’t keep a damn uniform clean to save my life.”

There was a soft sound of movement, and another grunt of pain. Bones could imagine Jim sitting up, letting Jo behind him to look at his shoulder.  He heard her rip the uniform and Jim suck in  a sharp breath, hurt.

“I think when you pushed me out of the way of that rock you broke your ribs. And something is in your shoulder. Shrapnel, I think”  Jo’s voice was strained.

“You’re not gonna faint on me, are you? Who am I gonna talk to if you’re passed out?”

Jo scoffed. “Please. Like I would faint.  And don’t you start that too.”  

Jim yelped and cursed.  Jo must have removed the metal in his shoulder. There was a ripping sound, and Bones could see Jo now, her lips pressed tightly together, tying off the wound. There was another rending sound of fabric. 

“Start wh---what?” Jim’s voice sounded strained.

“Treating me like I’m some dumb kid. Daddy does it too. So does my mama. And Clay. It’s really annoying.”

“I definitely don’t. Ow. Owow motherfucking OW! Shit. Sorry.”

Jo giggled.  “You really have a dirty mouth.”  She was quiet for a second.  “Like for instance, you and my daddy. Why are you mad at each other?”  

Jim was silent. “He.”  There was another, longer silence. “He thinks I did something.” 

There was another rustling sound as Jo moved around. “Did you?”

Jim laughed; the sound harsh and completely devoid of amusement.  “Of course I didn’t.” Jim sighed. “It doesn’t matter, Jo.”

“Are you mad at him?”

Jim was silent again.

Bones watched the monitor, reassuring himself that Jim was still breathing, ignoring the way his heart was practically ready to break his ribs.  If he kept this shit up he’d have fucking heart attack.

“No Jo. I’m not mad at your dad. He’s my best friend. Even when he acts like a moron.”

“How did you guys meet, anyway? I mean, he’s so much older than you.”  

Thanks, kid.

“Oh he puked on my shoes.”

“What? Eww!!”

“Yeah.” Jim’s snort was amused. “He was absolutely trashed. Complaining about some bitch who’d cleaned…er. Oh.” Jim coughed, embarrassed.

Jo snorted.  “Don’t be sorry. I know my mama pretty well. And. I .. uh. I have to.. apologize for something.”

“I already told you not to worry about it. It was stupid, but you didn’t know what was gonna happen. Besides. If I had to be here by myself I’d probably be dead. You’re doing a great job of keeping me alert, kid.”

“No. Not that. Something else.”  Jo’s voice was extremely small.  “I lied to you.”

The sound of bodies shifting again.

“Hmm. I’m not very good with lies, Joanna.”

“I know. But I need to tell you, please?” Her voice was a whisper.

“Okay.” Jim’s voice was wary.

“It was… my mama. You know how you thought my last name was Treadway?”

“Yeah.”

“Mama wouldn’t let me tell you who my daddy was. That I wouldn’t have a chance of going to Cerberus unless no one knew that I was a McCoy. But… But I think I figured out that she was trying to play a joke on my dad. Only it wasn’t very funny.”

Bones jumped up off of the bed, pushing his fingers through his hair.  He almost wanted to shut the sound off, had actually moved to hit the button before he made himself stop.

“She’s always doing stuff like that. Like she thinks we won’t love each other if I can’t see him all the time. But we write all the time. And I send him pictures. I just have to hide it or she’ll get mad. Do you know why my parents got divorced?”

“No. And I don’t want to know. Jo, that’s not my business. You need to talk to your dad about that stuff. And you being Bones’ kid wouldn’t have kept you off the colony. You were picked because of your scores on your examinations. Because you’re off the charts. Not because of who I am, or who your dad is. Okay?

“Okay.” Her voice was a whisper, miserable.

There was a grating sound, the sudden crash causing Bone’s heart to leap back into his throat.

“Jo! Get over here, behind that rock. Don’t move, no matter what, okay?” Jim’s hissed voice made it very clear that she better do exactly what he said.  

“Oh—okay.” 

Bones watched as their bodies showed sign of stress, adrenaline, heart rate and oxygen intake all spiking.  There was another grinding sound and Jim cursed.

“Well, hi there, Jimmy. What the hell happened to your shirt?”

Jim’s laugh spilled out over the comm unit, bright and fully of happiness.

“Goddamn, mom! It’s about fucking time!”


NEXT!

Comments

[jlm121.livejournal.com]

WINONA TO THE RESCUE

okay Jim and Joanna talking was like amazing.

And Poor Bones. Poor Stupid Jealous BONES. He needs comfort sex.

[northernwalker]

Poor hurt Jim.

Poor hurt Bones.

Happiness would be good.

[karmic-fic.livejournal.com]

WE LOVE WINONA

jim should be madder at bones

joanna is adorable

cussing is awesome and so is this fic

i feel like i could have done that as a haiku if i'd thought it out before hand... and ya know.... if it had been about nature