?

Log in

No account? Create an account

Previous Entry | Next Entry

Cabin Fever Boy

Title: Cabin Fever Boy
Author: jaune_chat
Fandom: Star Trek (nuTrek)
Characters/Pairings: McCoy/Chekov, Kirk
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 1,794
Spoilers: Uh… none really. Movie only.
Warnings: Men kissing, discussion of medical shenanigans, WAFF
Disclaimer: Star Trek sure doesn’t belong to me.
A/N: Written for takhallus’ birthday.
Summary: When the Enterprise is stuck on a long voyage, Chekov tries to find a way to keep Bones from getting cabin fever.



“Two weeks?”

“At Warp Five. Mr. Scott thinks the engines will do well, we shouldn’t have to stop to get new fuel-.”

“Weeks?” McCoy repeated, his seldom-idle hands limp on the desk in front of him.

“It’s a very safe trip,” Chekov explained, tapping out the route on the padd with rapid gestures, eyes alight with enthusiasm. “See? Like the captain said, Torian is a very remote planet, but the route is safe. We’ll be able to reconnect with the probes set up at some of the nebulae and other phenomena on the way and get new readings on them, and then we can drop new probes at anything new we find…”

McCoy didn’t exactly tune Chekov out so much as simply turned his mind off. He should have gone to the briefing. He usually attended every briefing he could, whether or not the opinion of the CMO was called for, just because he knew what mischief Jim Kirk could get up to without a restraining hand on him. Spock did what he could, but sometimes a few cutting comments did more than all the logical arguments in the world.

Jim wasn’t stupid, far from it, just more inclined for “adventure” than Bones. He was young, the whole crew was relatively young, and Chekov was the youngest of all. Of course he thought traveling to the ass-end of this sector to answer Torian’s call for Federation technical assistance on whatever flipping anomaly they couldn’t understand was the most interesting thing that could have happened this week.

McCoy had been looking forward to at least a day planetside, not another two weeks cooped up in the ship without the possibility of reprieve. He resolved to talk to with Jim at the earliest possible opportunity. It wouldn’t change the mission one whit, but McCoy preferred to vent his spleen on the man responsible instead of the messenger.

“Fun for you, Pavel,” McCoy said finally, when Chekov paused for breath. “I have to deal with whatever boredom-related injuries people end up inflicting on each other during a two-week run.”

“I will tell Hiraku to use the blunt swords,” Pavel said with utter seriousness.

“You ever travel planetside? At least there you can look out the damn window and see something passing by. The crew gets too damn creative when they’re on long voyages with nothing to do, and only the science division is going to be doing any real work. God help us when the engineers and the security staff get bored.”

Pavel smiled, not his earnest genius smile, or his “I’m trying my best, Captain,” smile, but the deceptively sweet one that meant, “I’m going to prove you wrong and make you love every minute of it.” He’d worn that smile every second he’d spent worming his way into Leonard’s life.

“Perhaps it would be better to go at Warp Four, to put less stress at the engines,” Pavel said thoughtfully, a rather wicked glint in his eye.

“Do that and you better not come within reach of my hypospray anytime in the next six months,” McCoy growled.

Pavel just smiled and set his padd down on the desk. “This is the route we will be taking. It’s beautiful, Len. I will show you.” It showed endless long lines of numbers and equations, a mathematician’s dream.

“Looks like your typical navigator’s jargon,” McCoy groused, not amused.

“I promise, you will like it.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The third day into the voyage, two security officers got into an escalating bet over who could lift the most weight in the squats, and ended up bypassing the safety protocols on the lifting machines to try to prove it. McCoy and his team spent hours putting back together several sets of blown quads, and more hours trying to adjudicate the bet so they wouldn’t end up back in sickbay again in another day.

When he finally was able to sit down, feet aching and head throbbing, he found a strange padd on his desk showing a picture of a glowing nebula, a shimmering blue spiral seeming to spear through its heart. There was a note from Pavel underneath:

This is the Helix Nebula, we’re passing it right now on the starboard side.

McCoy stared at the picture for long moments. You couldn’t actually look at the nebula like this in warp, so this must be download data from the probe… He shook his head at the technical details underneath and just kept his eyes on the picture.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“If you try to drink two gallons of Andarian fire-water in an hour, not only will you not be able to do it, you will almost die,” McCoy explained to the blearily blinking crewman who’d just spent two hours having his blood filtered. You could have taken a sip out of his veins and gotten hammered, it had been that bad. Security crew, again. They thought they were immortal.

McCoy left the man on the biobed to finish processing his statement and admonition, walking back to his office. Another padd had appeared, this one showing a faintly glimmering dwarf star, like a pale diamond, suspended in a golden cloud of gasses and particles.

It’s Dwarf PL-0952-T-4. The unofficial name is Drabin’s Golden Queen. He named it for the ruling family on his homeworld. We’re coming up on it in a half hour, starboard side.

McCoy looked over at starboard and then back at the picture, smiling a little.

“Wait… die?!” the crewman finally called from the other room.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“I don’t care what Ensign Pri told you about the aphrodisiac qualities of Rigellian spicebush seeds, it doesn’t work. Now, if you’d like all your parts back in working order, stay still dammit!”

Knowing there was a new padd on his desk was the only thing keeping McCoy from unloading even more than his usual amount of vitriol on the poor science officer. It wasn’t her fault that spicebush seeds had a distressing tendency to swell when they came in contact with human mucous membranes…

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Bones, how’re things down here?”

Jim Kirk’s voice interrupted McCoy’s absorption with Purple Star of Urlix V, and he put the padd down with irritation.

“Great, considering that three quarters of the crew has nothing to do. You have them all so used to running around like headless chickens to rescue the ship from whatever fresh disaster you got us into that a week of downtime has them all competing for the honor getting into the medical logs for ‘Most Unusual Thing Pulled Out of An Officer’s-.’”

“Whoa! Ok, ok, things aren’t that bad, right?” Jim’s smile was distressingly earnest.

“Worse,” McCoy said shortly. “I only give you the bare bones in my reports.”

Jim had the grace to wince.

“I better find some way to keep you in a better mood or the kids’ll be finding ways to avoid coming to you.” Jim looked thoughtful, “Well, more ways to avoid coming to you.”

“How about you do something about the problem in the first place? They have cabin fever and they’re bored!” McCoy snapped. Pavel’s notes were the only things keeping him sane right now, and Jim would have to come up with something pretty spectacular to top them.

“It’s only another week to Torian. I’ll figure out something to keep people busy, even if it’s scrubbing down the decks with toothbrushes.”

McCoy looked skeptical; that sounded far too responsible for Jim.

“Or maybe a fashion show…” Kirk’s eyes were sparkling with mischief.

“If you’re going to do a comedy act, take it out of my sickbay, Jim.”

“Departmental pride parade?”

“OUT!”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Pavel typed in Leonard’s door code, slipping inside so he could leave the latest padd on the bed. They barely got a chance to see each other during deep space navigation; even though the computer did most of the hard number crunching, this sector was so remote that the route needed constant updating and guidance from all the new data they picked up at every probe. Nebulae spread, comets wandered, asteroids broke off from the main masses, it was constant work. Fascinating work, but constant. And unfortunately his shift was opposite Leonard’s this quarter. It had been all he could do to leave him notes about where they were going…

The door swished shut behind him as Pavel stood, stunned. In looping arcs across the walls of Leonard’s quarters were dozens of picture stills: a gas giant that glowed like a setting sun, an asteroid belt that looped around two planets in a figure-eight, a comet with three apparent tails caught in different spectrums of light, a shimmering constellation that looked like a heart…

And Leonard McCoy was sitting on the corner of his bed, a small glass in his hand, looking at the latest padd Pavel had sent down to sickbay.

The Zatar Star Cluster, he remembered. They had passed it a half hour ago, a beautiful collection of three stars in close proximity, solar flares igniting the gasses around them in an incandescent display, fireworks on an epic scale. It hadn’t been very close, relatively speaking, but Pavel hadn’t been able to resist the thought it might make Leonard’s day a little brighter.

“Jim finally let you go?”

“I-. He said I could take a break,” Pavel said softly, still a little stunned at seeing the entirety of their journey thus far laid out on the walls.

“After the fourth idiot came in with their skin stained blue, Chapel kicked me out of sickbay.”

“Nobody kicks you out of sickbay,” Pavel said automatically, repeating Leonard’s most ironclad rule.

“I thought I’d stop and enjoy the scenery before I accidentally murdered the crew. Come ‘ere,” he said.

Pavel came over and sat, wrapping his arms around Leonard and resting his chin on his shoulder. “It can be beautiful, yes?” he asked.

“I’ve had a dozen of the crew in for pranks gone wrong, two dozen for bets they were too stupid to refuse, and a handful in for things I can’t even discuss in the abstract. We have a week to go, and then we do the whole damn thing over again when we come back.”

Pavel hugged him hard, and heard Len set down the glass. Leonard’s devotion to duty was as strong as Pavel’s, otherwise nothing could have made him stay on an exploratory ship. Well, nothing but…

“Those notes of yours are the only things that make a trip like this worthwhile, Pavel.”

He pulled back, turning so he could press his lips to Pavel’s, the warmth and strength of him suffusing Pavel’s body like sunshine.

“Only thing?” Pavel asked, pulling back for breath, smiling broadly.

“Almost,” Len said, and pulled Pavel back to him until they saw the stars together.

Comments

( 29 comments — Leave a comment )
captaincadet
Nov. 20th, 2009 10:07 pm (UTC)
The door swished shut behind him as Pavel stood, stunned. In looping arcs across the walls of Leonard’s quarters were dozens of picture stills: a gas giant that glowed like a setting sun, an asteroid belt that looped around two planets in a figure-eight, a comet with three apparent tails caught in different spectrums of light, a shimmering constellation that looked like a heart…

And Leonard McCoy was sitting on the corner of his bed, a small glass in his hand, looking at the latest padd Pavel had sent down to sickbay.


this has got to be the cutest image in my head right now. wow! that's amazing!




they are so cute together. wonderful vignette of the injuries and stuff, and good kirk, too! :D
jaune_chat
Nov. 20th, 2009 10:59 pm (UTC)
I'm glad you liked it! I think these two balance each other so very well.

Edited at 2009-11-21 05:35 am (UTC)
abigail89
Nov. 20th, 2009 10:29 pm (UTC)
Aww, man. My breath caught when Pavel entered McCoy's quarters and saw all the astronomical sites on the walls. What a wonder.

Lovely, lovely story.
jaune_chat
Nov. 20th, 2009 11:00 pm (UTC)
I had that mental image in my head really clearly when I was writing the fic, so I'm pleased it came out as vividly to you as it did to me!
samueljames
Nov. 20th, 2009 10:54 pm (UTC)
This is gorgeous. Love the little things that Chekov does for him. Have bookmarked this for re-reading.
jaune_chat
Nov. 20th, 2009 11:01 pm (UTC)
I'm so happy you enjoyed it!
(Deleted comment)
jaune_chat
Nov. 21st, 2009 05:35 am (UTC)
Glad you liked it! :-)
takhallus
Nov. 22nd, 2009 03:59 pm (UTC)
Awww what a fantastic present, thank you so much! I love these cute little moments, and you write Bones in particular so well.

Thanks again!
jaune_chat
Nov. 22nd, 2009 05:33 pm (UTC)
D'aww! I'm glad you liked it sweetie!
crackemod
Nov. 24th, 2009 02:35 am (UTC)
Just to let you know your fic has been recced here at crackenterprise.
jaune_chat
Nov. 24th, 2009 10:17 am (UTC)
How awesome is that? Thank you!
theotherdibbler
Nov. 24th, 2009 04:56 am (UTC)
Hee! Lovely. :D
jaune_chat
Nov. 24th, 2009 10:17 am (UTC)
Glad you think so! :-)
rubynye
Nov. 24th, 2009 12:45 pm (UTC)
That was gorgeous, and deserved its rec. *applauds*
jaune_chat
Nov. 24th, 2009 01:25 pm (UTC)
Ooo, pretty and superbly appropriate icon! So glad you liked the story!
secretsolitaire
Nov. 24th, 2009 01:23 pm (UTC)
Aww, this is lovely!
jaune_chat
Nov. 24th, 2009 01:25 pm (UTC)
I'm so pleased you think so! :-)
betweenthebliss
Nov. 24th, 2009 07:50 pm (UTC)
omg, this is so sweet. i love this ship so much, and this is an awesome snapshot of how they complement each other so well. :3
jaune_chat
Nov. 24th, 2009 08:11 pm (UTC)
I do like the physical side of these too as well, but I do want to know what they're doing outside of the bedroom sometime. What do they have that keeps them together through conflicting shifts and long hours and away missions and all that stuff? Moments like these do, for me. I'm so glad you liked it!
betweenthebliss
Nov. 24th, 2009 08:15 pm (UTC)
absolute ditto. i like a good pwp as much as anyone, but i really need to know why a ship works in order to really love it, and this definitely showed why it works. <33333333333
brighteyed_jill
Nov. 25th, 2009 09:55 pm (UTC)
I love all the hilarious mischief the crew gets up to during the trip. Their shenanigans add just the right amount of humor to the sweet romance flavor. I think my fave was this: “Wait… die?!” the crewman finally called from the other room. or perhaps the effect of those seeds on mucus membranes. I also liked Jim's guest appearance. Plus I like the way Pavel takes care of McCoy. Cuz the man needs some TLC in his life, damn curmudgeon. Oh McChekov, such an adorable ship!

P.S. Writing party later tonight?
jaune_chat
Nov. 25th, 2009 10:27 pm (UTC)
The crew really does get up to all kinds of shenanigans. I mean, a crew mostly composed of young, intelligent, eager officers all trying to do their best and get noticed? Yeah, breeding ground for crazy behavior. And look who their commanding officer is for a role-model to these fine young people!

Bones does need TLC! He needs to know someone cares, and Pavel cares so very much. Glad you liked it sweetie!

P.S. Totes!
xingou
Feb. 16th, 2010 06:12 am (UTC)
OMG, this is SO ADORABLE! o_o
jaune_chat
Feb. 16th, 2010 11:10 am (UTC)
I'm so glad you like it!
seanchaidh
Jan. 11th, 2011 01:53 pm (UTC)
This is so very sweet!
jaune_chat
Jan. 11th, 2011 02:22 pm (UTC)
I'm so very pleased you think so! :)
stormatdusk
May. 31st, 2012 06:29 am (UTC)
oh look, i've melted with happy!
jaune_chat
May. 31st, 2012 06:44 am (UTC)
*giggles* Thanks!
( 29 comments — Leave a comment )

Profile

Timothy
jaune_chat
jaune_chat

Latest Month

October 2017
S M T W T F S
1234567
891011121314
15161718192021
22232425262728
293031    

Tags

Powered by LiveJournal.com
Designed by Tiffany Chow