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It’s been a long time. A very long time. But, as the year ends, and my schooling ends, and the world feels a little less certain, I feel it’s time for me to return to the people who’ve brought me so much happiness over the last few years. And, maybe, if I’m lucky, I can give a little happiness back.
So, I’ve brought a little fic.
Title: November: Breathing the Water
Fandom: Nu!Trek
Summary: Jim meets the Pacific for the first time. Kirk/Bones preslash
Rating: T for a bit of language, brief implicaton of abusive past
Word count: 510
A/N: It's good to be back. As always, a universe of thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
skyblue_reverie, my gorgeous beta and best friend. I couldn't write this without her.
November: Breathing the Water
The water came upon Jim so much faster than he’d expected, the freezing swell taking him from knees to shoulders in an instant. He opened his mouth to cry or gasp or shout – he couldn’t know which. He only knew that all of the air was about to be forced from his body, and so he opened his mouth and let out a whoop that rode the wind across the waves, far along the sand.
The rhythm of the Pacific Ocean ebbed and swelled around him again, and Jim dove into the cold heart of the wave, kicking against the current, deeper into the water which effortlessly pushed him back toward the beach.
“Jim!” Bones called for him as soon as he broke the surface. “Jim, it’s too rough! Come back!” Bones’ voice sounded faint and far away, and Jim startled, turned around. Not so far, then. The wind rolled off of the water, carrying the sound of Bones’ warning away from him.
Jim grinned – couldn’t help it. “You’ll rescue me!” he yelled back.
“Not in the north Pacific in November I won’t!” Bones growled.
Bullshit. Bones would dive into an ice hole in an Alaskan lake to rescue him, and Jim knew it. It was in Bones’ nature to save everything within his personal radius, deserving or not. The image came to him without effort – Bones diving into the shock-cold water and pulling Jim’s unconscious body to the surface; maybe carrying him out onto the beach, laying him out and pressing their lips together, breathing life into him –’
The thought doused him, shocked him worse than the wave, and he pushed it from his mind’s eye. Bones knew so much of him, saw right through like he was made of clear glass, and Jim knew that he had to keep thoughts like that hidden. The second Bones saw him for what he was, what he really was (slut, little fuck toy), he would never be able to unsee it. To Bones, he would be forever something to fuck. Jim shivered. The water was nearly down to his ankles now, and the wind whipped the icy droplets from his body.
“JIM!”
“What –” was all he said before the ocean raced up and swallowed him whole. It tossed him, pulled his feet above his head, and pain exploded behind Jim’s eyes, and then nothing.
He awoke. Bones’ face filled his field of vision, pale as the moon. He was crouched over Jim’s body, lips blue and chattering, hair dripping like rain against Jim’s chin. Jim felt his hand in his hair, holding tight to the pain there, the only part of him on fire while he froze on the beach.
They stared at each other. Bones’ eyes were huge, and Jim could see the raw panic and terror (affection) that filled them. Found that he could see clear into Bones for the first time ever. Felt Bones stare right back into him.
They stayed like that, huddled and unmoving for nearly a minute, transparent men shivering in the sand.
It’s been a long time. A very long time. But, as the year ends, and my schooling ends, and the world feels a little less certain, I feel it’s time for me to return to the people who’ve brought me so much happiness over the last few years. And, maybe, if I’m lucky, I can give a little happiness back.
So, I’ve brought a little fic.
Title: November: Breathing the Water
Fandom: Nu!Trek
Summary: Jim meets the Pacific for the first time. Kirk/Bones preslash
Rating: T for a bit of language, brief implicaton of abusive past
Word count: 510
A/N: It's good to be back. As always, a universe of thanks to
skyblue_reverie, my gorgeous beta and best friend. I couldn't write this without her. November: Breathing the Water
The water came upon Jim so much faster than he’d expected, the freezing swell taking him from knees to shoulders in an instant. He opened his mouth to cry or gasp or shout – he couldn’t know which. He only knew that all of the air was about to be forced from his body, and so he opened his mouth and let out a whoop that rode the wind across the waves, far along the sand.
The rhythm of the Pacific Ocean ebbed and swelled around him again, and Jim dove into the cold heart of the wave, kicking against the current, deeper into the water which effortlessly pushed him back toward the beach.
“Jim!” Bones called for him as soon as he broke the surface. “Jim, it’s too rough! Come back!” Bones’ voice sounded faint and far away, and Jim startled, turned around. Not so far, then. The wind rolled off of the water, carrying the sound of Bones’ warning away from him.
Jim grinned – couldn’t help it. “You’ll rescue me!” he yelled back.
“Not in the north Pacific in November I won’t!” Bones growled.
Bullshit. Bones would dive into an ice hole in an Alaskan lake to rescue him, and Jim knew it. It was in Bones’ nature to save everything within his personal radius, deserving or not. The image came to him without effort – Bones diving into the shock-cold water and pulling Jim’s unconscious body to the surface; maybe carrying him out onto the beach, laying him out and pressing their lips together, breathing life into him –’
The thought doused him, shocked him worse than the wave, and he pushed it from his mind’s eye. Bones knew so much of him, saw right through like he was made of clear glass, and Jim knew that he had to keep thoughts like that hidden. The second Bones saw him for what he was, what he really was (slut, little fuck toy), he would never be able to unsee it. To Bones, he would be forever something to fuck. Jim shivered. The water was nearly down to his ankles now, and the wind whipped the icy droplets from his body.
“JIM!”
“What –” was all he said before the ocean raced up and swallowed him whole. It tossed him, pulled his feet above his head, and pain exploded behind Jim’s eyes, and then nothing.
He awoke. Bones’ face filled his field of vision, pale as the moon. He was crouched over Jim’s body, lips blue and chattering, hair dripping like rain against Jim’s chin. Jim felt his hand in his hair, holding tight to the pain there, the only part of him on fire while he froze on the beach.
They stared at each other. Bones’ eyes were huge, and Jim could see the raw panic and terror (affection) that filled them. Found that he could see clear into Bones for the first time ever. Felt Bones stare right back into him.
They stayed like that, huddled and unmoving for nearly a minute, transparent men shivering in the sand.
