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Title: "Not On My Watch"
Author: [livejournal.com profile] ceres_libera
Rating: R-ish for language and implied m/m sex
Summary: A cleaned up version of the ~ 3,000 word story originally posted at [livejournal.com profile] buckleup_meme in answer to the prompt: "SpockPrime tries to tell Bones he has to break up with Jim because Spock and Kirk are soulmates (which is just no. I love Zack but no.). Bones tells him to fuck off. Bones and Jim live happily ever after."
Canon: Based in the ST:XI/AOS-verse, but strongly influenced by all canon ST-verses.
Characters: Kirk/McCoy, Spock
Notes: Not Switch-compliant, although I'm hoping to post my Jim-POV Switch-inverse story (called Touch) as a multi-part one-shot, soon. I hoped that writing and posting this story on the same day (with mistakes, augh!) would help me break through my block.

Oh, and Happy Belated Reboot-versary! One year in, and I’m still having fun. Here’s hoping you are, too.

Disclaimers: It all belongs to Paramount, JJ Abrams, and the great Roddenberry. Except for this story, which is all me.

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He was bent over, checking the supplies in the box on the floor against the manifest when he became aware that he was not alone. Leonard McCoy was nothing if not observant of his surroundings, but that doesn't mean he – Bones, that is – was going to jump through any hoops for this particular individual. Instead, he took his time, double-checking and using his stylus to note that the zyrchlorhistamine shipment was missing seven vials - an oversight he's not willing to accept, for obvious reasons – before he turned and addressed the man in black robes, reminding himself to respect his elders before he opened his mouth, something he believed might prove difficult over the next few minutes.

"Ambassador Spock," he drawled out, just this side of insolence, an emotion probably lost on the Vulcan. "Fancy seeing you here."

Here was a medical supplies shuttle bound for the almost repaired Enterprise in the next two hours. Bones, who was always Dr. McCoy no matter what he was called, was unwilling to leave terra firma until absolutely certain that his medical bays had been resupplied to his and not Starfleet's specifications. Not to mention the fact that he would prefer to have his supplies shuttled up to the ship, thank you very much, rather than risk some precious property being beamed right the fuck out of them.

"Doctor," the elderly Vulcan intoned, tilting his head. His dark eyes traveled over the boxes of supplies, nothing hurried or rushed or the least bit indicative of the tension between the two of them that Bones could feel crackling right under the surface.

Bones studied the Vulcan, surprised to note that his eyes neither lingered upon nor registered in any way the importance of the drugs that he himself was most concerned with. "Huh," he said aloud, unthinking.

"Doctor?" The Ambassador's head tilted the other way.

"Why are you here, Ambassador?" he asked, leaving unspoken the end of that sentence, which was, ‘I'm goddamned busy, in case you can't see it for yourself.'

The Vulcan's face creased into a barely-there cipher of a smile, and Bones found himself just a bit more irritated than before, a triumph – since he was already plenty irritated at being interrupted to begin with. Besides, there was nothing he hated more than someone who tried to manage him, especially when he was pretty goddamned sure he knew exactly what was at the top of the Ambassador's agenda for their impromptu meeting.

"I could say that I wanted to see you before you set off, old friend --" the Ambassador began, but Bones leapt into the pause headlong.

"You could say that," he answered, "but since our acquaintance consists of exactly one brief private conversation before Jim's commendation ceremony, and our joint presence in the same classified debriefing, I would say that calling me an 'old friend' is hyperbole." He paused. "A figure of speech, by the way, that I never would have thought a Vulcan would use."

The Vulcan in question had the temerity to be twinkling his eyes at Bones, and somehow him finding the situation, or Bones, amusing was even more irritating than the thought of his pseudo-paternalistic attempt at managing him. "Perhaps such a description could be laid at the feet of my human half?" He suggested this in a jesting manner meant to imply that this would be a weakness.

Although Bones knew that Spock's intention was for the tone to remain arch, to be light, he wasn't interested in playing along with anything that the Vulcan wanted, including an obvious race-baiting attempt to raise his ire. "I'll speak more plainly then," he said, before he asked bluntly "What do you want, Ambassador?"

There was a minute hesitation before Spock spoke, time enough for Bones to see that he was composing himself, tucking his arms in his sleeves. "I suppose that I wish to warn you," he said slowly.

"Do you now?" Bones asked. Only another Southerner would have recognized the rising menace in Bones' elongating vowels.

"I sense that you don't believe that I have your best interests at heart," Spock said, and there was something honestly surprised about his tone.

"You don't know a damned thing about my best interests," Bones shot back.

"I recognize," Spock said firmly, cutting him off, "that things are different here, but just as Jim Kirk was destined to be the Captain of the Enterprise, you must recognize that there are other things that are destined, and therefore inevitable."

"Bullshit," Bones said.

"Doctor," Spock said, in a tone like he was speaking to a recalcitrant child. "The fact that Jim has ascended to the Captaincy of the Enterprise as before is proof that this universe will try to align itself with the original one."

"The original one?" Bones repeated. "The breathtaking arrogance of that statement floors me so much that I now find that my use of the word hyperbole was both too apt and far too mild."

"Doctor," Spock said soothingly, "Bones …"

"Don't you fuckin' dare!" Bones snapped, lapsing into outright vulgarity for the first and probably not last time in the conversation. "There is only one person in this universe or any other that's allowed to call me that name, and you sure as shit ain't him!"

"You must understand," Spock said, "that where such a destiny is concerned, that it would be best if you save yourself from the heartbreak …"

"Oh," Bones said sarcastically, "because you're only thinking of poor, pitiful me in this situation, are you? And not a thought to yourself, or should I say, your doppelganger, who, by the way, is not the least little bit interested in Jim the way that you imagine."

The Vulcan shook his head, as if this was a meaningless observation, "Nor was I, at first," he said. "But over time …"

"Time's up, Spock," Bones barked out. "And that ship has sailed."

"It has yet to sail, Doctor," Spock said quietly, "but it will, and you deny that to your own peril."

"My peril," Bones said. "Because what you and Jim had in your other universe was so all-consuming, so powerful, so perfect?" He bit off the last word with contempt.

Spock had the grace to look pained. "Perfection is perhaps not the appropriate construct, but to me, he was t'hy'la."

"Mmmhmm …" Bones murmured, "a word, Jim has told me, that means 'brother, lover, other self', is that right?"

"Yes," Spock said, still looking pained, but surprised that Bones understood the concept.

"A relationship closer than a conventional marriage, is what Jim said, a totality of union, made possible by your mental bond," Bones continued on mercilessly.

"It is more than a mental bond …" Spock said, pausing, seemingly searching for the words in Standard to express himself, "for it connotes an emotional bonding, as well."

"You mean, like the one that your counterpart has with Nyota Uhura?"

"That's not …" The elder Vulcan looked very pained, indeed. "That will end."

"Because you yourself had a relationship with Uhura that dissolved in the face of your great love for your Jim Kirk?" Bones had crossed his arms over his chest, and he rocked back on his heels as he asked the question.

"No," Spock said hesitantly. "We were friends, in the same way that I assume …"

"Uh uh uh, Spock," Bones said. "You know what we Terrans say about assumptions. And in any case, you'd be wrong. Spock has bonded to Uhura, both physically and emotionally."

"How do you know –"

"That's none of your business, Spock," Bones growled. "In fact, none of this is your business, or your world, or your life, but since you started this, I'm sure as hell gonna finish it, once and for all." Bones' hands were clenching his own biceps and he took in a breath to center himself, thinking of Jim – looming over him, sunlight filtering through his hair, sleepy blue eyes blinking above pink cheeks as he kissed Bones awake – of cradling the heavy weight of Jim's head over his heart as Jim cried about what had happened at the Battle of Vulcan – of Jim's knees leaving a trail of sparks on the outside of his thighs as he slipped onto Bones' lap, laughing. Jim had taken him, broken down and battered as he was, and remade him, christened him Bones and made him his, as surely as Jim belonged to him, with him, under him, inside and around him, no matter what. He rubbed his chin with a hand, watching as Spock's eyes narrowed at the ring he wore on his little finger. "So, in your world, you and Jim had this all-encompassing love and you were always with him?" He felt a momentary pang at the cruel words, because it was never his first impulse to harm, and he already knew the answer to his question. Spock, in his compromised state in that ice cave on Delta Vega, had conveyed an awful lot of information to his Jim about the sad and lonely end of the other Jim.

"You know that's not true," Spock said wearily.

"You're damned right I do," Bones growled. "And if you thought that you could just waltz into my universe and expiate your sins, force someone else to relive your life story and fix what you broke, you've got another thing coming. We aren't pieces on your chess board, Spock. You had your time, and you fucked it up. You left him –"

"You left him, too," Spock protested, a hard edge finally bleeding through his voice.

"No," Bones said, slapping his hand across his chest, Jim's ring pressing over his heart. "not me. I won't ever leave him."

Spock made a small sound that might have been a scoff. "You have already divorced in this universe, as you did in the other," he said in a superior tone.

Bones laughed at his presumption, shaking his head. "She left me, Spock. When I make a vow, I keep it." He raised the hand that Spock had been so interested in a minute ago. "Did your McCoy wear this ring?"

Spock's brows drew down. "No," he said quietly. "He had another."

He leaned forward, pointing at Spock. "Did it ever occur to you that this universe and all its horrors might be the right one, and yours might be the wrong one?"

"No," Spock said emphatically. "That could not be true."

"Why?" Bones argued, "because you want it to be so? That's desire, not logic. You've got not one shred of evidence to support your idea, just the hope that you might get the chance to fix what went awry. There's only one problem with that logic," he said with sarcastic sass, "You're not the same man here, Spock, nor am I and he, my Jim, sure as hell ain't."

"The differences while notable," Spock began, "are –"

"Notable," Bones said with heavy emphasis. He knocked a shipping crate with his foot. "You know what this is, or this …" he pointed next to him, "or this?"

"Medicine," Spock said, looking at the labels on the crates, "specifically for allergies."

Bones waited, but there was no other answer forthcoming. "Right," he said. "Medicine. Jim's medicine."

Spock looked puzzled. "Jim has some reactions to seasonal pollens on Earth, and of course, we were all affected by various alien spores and --"

"This Jim," Bones interrupted, "my beautiful blue-eyed Jim, the man with the scars on his face, is prone to allergy."

"Inconsequential differences," Spock said dismissively. "Scars and surface alterations."

"The forces that made my Jim the man he is have affected more than just his immune system," Bones said forcefully. "He is not the same man!"

"Ah," Spock said, tilting his head "You refer to Jim's troubled childhood." He nodded sagely. "He will transcend the traumas of his childhood, has already proven that his true character will rise to the unique challenges of leadership."

"Transcended?" Bones repeated with fury "The way your Jim transcended the happiness of his childhood? Living out his last days alone and miserable, in isolation?"

"That is an unfair assertion," Spock said icily.

"Oh, because he was so happy later in his life?" Bones mocked, and then added. "I read the history that you gave the Admiralty."

Spock looked surprised.

"You ain't the only one with friends in high places, Spock," Bones said. "And you sure as shit haven't carried your case that you know what's best – for Jim, or for this universe. And I'll tell you what I promised the man who gave me that information: what happened to your Jim? Will never happen to mine." He raised his hand and wiggled his finger, his ring flashing in the light. "Not on my watch."

The elder Spock's mouth was set in a thin line, but he tried once again. "You refuse to listen to reason?" he asked.

"I've yet to hear a word of it from your side of this ridiculous conversation," Bones said acerbically. "Go on along now, Spock. There's nothing more for you to say, and no reason for you to stay."

"Bones?" The sound of Jim's voice was always welcome, even when his tone was wary. His blue eyes flickered back and forth between Spock and Bones, his concern clear.

"C'mon in, Jim," Bones said, "I'm all done here."

"Ambassador," Jim said respectfully. He moved across the crowded bay to Bones, running a hand across the stiff line of Bones' shoulder and squeezing, before he turned to face Spock, standing next to Bones. "I'm surprised to see you here, sir." He crossed his arms behind his back and stood at parade rest, nudging Bones with his shoulder.

The elderly Vulcan looked pained by Jim's presence alongside Bones, and moreso at Jim's inability to stop touching him. "Surprises do seem to be the order of the day," he said gravely.

"I'm sure they do, sir," Jim said graciously. As Bones watched, his eyes narrowed, reacting to Spock's subtle stiffening at Jim's continued use of formality, and the distance it implied between them. "This must be a very difficult transition for you," he said sympathetically. He looked over at Bones and the line of his mouth softened. "I couldn't imagine what it would be like to leave behind everything I'd known before." Bones felt his posture shift, before he felt the press of Jim's hand, smoothing up and down his spine in a possessive gesture. "It would be …" Jim paused, and looked at the Ambassador, his hand roaming up Bones' back to his neck and stopping there, "unthinkable." He turned and looked at Bones, before he turned back to the Ambassador and added in a low, deliberate voice, "Sir."

Spock stared at Jim for a long moment. "Indeed," he said softly. "I'll leave you to it, then."

"That would be best, I think," Jim said lightly.

Bones quelled the smile of triumph that wanted to break free as the Ambassador took his leave. His mama hadn't raised him to gloat, after all.

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Later, that night, Jim was pressed into the mattress beneath him, spent, while Bones ran his hands up and down Jim's tremoring sides, his face buried in Jim's neck. "Bones," Jim gasped out, between pants, trying to get air back into his lungs.

Bones raised up to shift off of him, but Jim clamped his arms and legs closed around him, not letting him go.

"What were you saying?" he asked, still trying to get his breath back. "I couldn't understand you."

Bones looked at him in askance, before he suddenly realized what he must have been saying, and buried his burning face against the hollow of Jim's throat.

"Bones," Jim insisted, twisting under him to try and see Bones' face. When that didn't work, he tugged on his hair, and then peppered Bones' temple and hair line with kisses when he continued to resist him. "Tell me," Jim said, his voice low and intense. "Please, Bones."

Bones sighed, knowing that he was done for, as Jim damned well knew that he'd never been able to resist Jim when he was sweet, when he said 'please'. He lifted his head and looked Jim in the eye, raising a still shaking hand to run it over Jim's kiss-swollen mouth, the planes of his beautiful face.

Jim kissed his fingers, the expression on his face one of indulgent patience as he waited for his answer.

"Not on my watch," Bones said quietly, looking Jim in the eye, his words a vow. He outlined Jim's lips and pressed a lingering tender kiss to them, taking his time. When the kiss ended, he drew back and contemplated his puzzled lover.

"I don't understand, Bones," Jim whispered to him.

Bones smiled, a true and heartfelt expression that he saw echoed on Jim's face despite his confusion. He leaned down and kissed Jim once more, just because he could, just because he could never resist that mouth, either, and never would have to, if he had his way. "You will, Jim," he vowed.

Jim smiled at him bemusedly, running a fond and possessive hand over the back of Bones' head.

At his urging, Bones bent his head back down to Jim's for another kiss, stopping to whisper against Jim's lips, "I promise," holding Jim as close as possible, while he sealed his pledge.

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Date: 2010-05-30 01:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mga1999.livejournal.com
Um yeah. There may have been a pretty loud squee when I saw this and the smile on my face now. *sigh* Just lovely. BAMF Bones telling Spock Prime where he can put it... PRICELESS.

Have missed your writing and I'm looking forward to Touch.

Date: 2010-05-31 01:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ceres-libera.livejournal.com
:: waves ::

Hello!! And thanks -- I'm slogging away over here, still, but life has been a bit crazed.

Date: 2010-05-30 01:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] blcwriter.livejournal.com
Oh, this is just utterly perfect and lovely and just ... so ... very YES. I love fics where Bones faces off with a Spock (any Spock, really) for any reason where it's to do with Jim's welfare, and this was just perfect, utterly, utterly perfect-- as was Jim's worry that Bones was the one needing protection and his instinctive understanding that Bones needed a bit of assurance himself during that confrontation.

So lovely to have this bit of fic from you. Hope to see you lots at the buckleup_meme.

Date: 2010-05-31 01:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ceres-libera.livejournal.com
It's great to derive inspiration from someone else's idea, particularly when you're stuck, no? And thank you!

Date: 2010-05-30 01:39 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] meewunk.livejournal.com
Yes yes yes yes yes yes YES <3 TOS has it's epic Kirk/Spock love but NuTrek is totally Kirk/Bones <3

Also, I owe you a picture...
Edited Date: 2010-05-30 01:47 am (UTC)

Date: 2010-05-31 01:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ceres-libera.livejournal.com
:: taps foot impatiently ::

Where is my picture, young lady?

;)

And thanks!

Date: 2010-05-30 02:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jimpage363.livejournal.com
Now that was a fine piece of writing. I liked McCoy challenging Spock on the illogic of his insistence that the Reboot Universe was a copy and that his was the original, and therefore, best model for how things ought to be.

Date: 2010-05-31 01:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ceres-libera.livejournal.com
For me, having grown up on Old Skool Trek (in repeats), I just can't see how it wouldn't be a multiverse. I mean, they know that there are other universes. Anyway. Glad you liked it!

Date: 2010-05-30 02:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] alliekatgal.livejournal.com
So completely love this. Bones is so wonderful here, protective and there to the end.

Date: 2010-05-31 01:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ceres-libera.livejournal.com
Well, I can't see him becoming another person that leaves Nu!Jim, you know? Thanks!

Date: 2010-05-30 02:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] secretsolitaire.livejournal.com
This is lovely. I do feel bad for Spock Prime, because I love TOS Spock and his older self strikes me as such a lonely figure in the movie, but I love how fierce Bones is in defending what he has with Jim.

Date: 2010-05-31 01:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ceres-libera.livejournal.com
You know, I'm kind of bitter about all their fates, our TOS boys. Bones lives a long, long life, but he's really crotchety and out of sorts when we last see him. Kirk dies alone and rather embittered and I'm sorry, but the whole scattering his essence into the universe thing kinda makes me even sadder, because Kirk was so physical. And Spock? Spock's fate is really the worst one, I think. To have him go from the hope he had of re-uniting Vulcan and Romulus, to this?

:: sighs ::

But, anyway. This story was about fanon, you know? And thanks!

Date: 2010-05-30 02:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tsarina-sofia.livejournal.com
My heart skipped a beat when I saw you had posted something! *squees!*

And lol I don't know why but I had this image of Richard Harris' Dumbledore as Spock when I was reading this! Lol.

But aww! And I'm so happy to hear that there's going to be new Switch-y goodness to look forward to...?

Date: 2010-05-31 01:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ceres-libera.livejournal.com
Oh, dear. Sorry about Dumbledore. I'm not sure how he got in there for you, but thanks! And yes, I'm slogging away on a Jim-POV story. In fact, I'm using my day off tomorrow to work on it!

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Date: 2010-05-30 03:25 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] lulabel.livejournal.com
I just love a Bones that's all fierce and growly. While Bones is understandably defensive against elder Spock's assertions, it's also clear that he has a very deep faith in the strength of the relationship that he and Jim share. And I notice that he self-identifies as BONES, which is the name that Jim gave him.

Date: 2010-05-31 01:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ceres-libera.livejournal.com
I have a thing about names and identities, I guess. So yes, in this story, Bones is who Leonard McCoy is, when he's with Jim. The man he's been re-made into, as it were. And thanks!

Date: 2010-05-30 03:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] castofone.livejournal.com
Wowee. Quite lovely. Gotta love Bones knowing what is his and the part of me that subscribes to the multiverse theory enjoys the discussion about what reality is "right" and silly scientists, don't they just know it's Einstein for the win? Because it's all about relativity. Great piece.

Date: 2010-05-31 01:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ceres-libera.livejournal.com
I so totally agree. It always amazes me that in the Trek universe, where it's canon that it's a multi-verse that people want it to be one universe, constantly being re-written. I've always believed the more, the merrier! And thanks!

Date: 2010-05-30 03:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] saavikam77.livejournal.com
Awwww!!! ^____^ And YES!! *pumps fist*

I so love Bones giving Spock what-for, letting him no in no uncertain terms that THIS IS NOT HIS UNIVERSE. >:D

*applauds wildly* :D

Date: 2010-05-31 01:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ceres-libera.livejournal.com
My poor Spock though. He's old and tired, and ... poor guy. But thanks!

Date: 2010-05-30 04:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] just-jane-doe.livejournal.com
Love this Bones - the exuding confidence and passion is so damn sexy! Jim's little comforting confirmation - that Bones was *his* was also irresistibly delicious!!! Thanks for sharing!!!

Date: 2010-05-31 01:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ceres-libera.livejournal.com
Thank you! Nu!Bones is a bit more a badass, I do believe.

Date: 2010-05-30 04:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thenefarius.livejournal.com
I couldn't stop giggling or keep a running tally of all of McCoy's great hits. (I feel a little sorry for Prime!Spike, but he really deserves it for what he's trying to do.)

And I'll tell you what I promised the man who gave me that information: what happened to your Jim? Will never happen to mine.

When I read this, I kept thinking of Pike. If that wasn't what you intended, don't tell me (so I can keep on thinking it)! :)

Date: 2010-05-31 01:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ceres-libera.livejournal.com
You were correct to think of Pike, 'cause I was hinting at that, myself, even if I didn't say so. And thanks!

Date: 2010-05-30 04:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tiedye-ragdoll.livejournal.com
Image (http://s1025.photobucket.com/albums/y318/tiedye_ragdoll/?action=view&current=img-thing.jpg)

Date: 2010-05-31 01:54 am (UTC)

Date: 2010-05-30 05:07 am (UTC)
avictoriangirl: (kirk/mccoy)
From: [personal profile] avictoriangirl
Loved, LOVED this. Sooo wonderful! I do love me some protective!Bones. ♥

Date: 2010-05-31 01:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ceres-libera.livejournal.com
:: whispers ::

Me, too! And thanks!

Date: 2010-05-30 05:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] swing-set13.livejournal.com
AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

HELLS YES! BAMF!BONES TELLIN' IT LIKE IT IS.

LOVED IT!

Date: 2010-05-31 01:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ceres-libera.livejournal.com
Aw .. thank you!!

Date: 2010-05-30 07:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rowenamarion.livejournal.com
I commented on the other post, but I'll say it here too: I love that you're writing.

thanks for sharing this ficlet; it was a WONDERFUL distraction from my final portfolio. :D

Date: 2010-05-31 01:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ceres-libera.livejournal.com
Good luck with your final portfolio! And yes, I'm writing. It's the finishing I'm having trouble with.

Date: 2010-05-30 09:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] syredronning.livejournal.com
Aww, what a lovely story *is mush*

His mama hadn't raised him to gloat, after all.

He's a fine man, this McCoy. And I'm sure that on his watch, Kirk will be fine too.

*still mushy*

EDIT: For the record, I love both TOS Spock and SpockPrime, but I think the latter has issues of planetary scales :)
Edited Date: 2010-05-30 09:28 am (UTC)

Date: 2010-05-31 01:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ceres-libera.livejournal.com
As I was saying above, the more I contemplate the fates of the triumvirate of old, the more depressed I become. I mean, seriously -- I hope our boys find better fates in this universe, because the TOS!Verse was really not that kind.

Not that the AOS!Verse has been a picnic so far, mind you.

And thanks!

Date: 2010-05-30 09:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sangueuk.livejournal.com
"Did it ever occur to you that this universe and all its horrors might be the right one, and yours might be the wrong one?" Well yes, Doctor! Ceratianly from where I'm looking at things!

I felt sorry for Spock here, after having lost Jim, but this was so brilliantly written. Lovely, subtle writing, bb - and it's so damned good to have you back!

Date: 2010-05-31 02:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ceres-libera.livejournal.com
Actually, I don't think either of them are right or wrong, myself, but ... from the perspective of a character inside one of them, well ...

And I do feel sorry for Spock, whose fate is bitter indeed.

And thanks!!

:: blows you kisses ::

Date: 2010-05-30 12:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] iantosgal.livejournal.com
Just brilliant! x

Date: 2010-05-31 02:03 am (UTC)

Date: 2010-05-30 02:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] star98hope.livejournal.com
Yeah, you tell him Bones! That conversation between him and Spock Prime was great. :D

And that last scene is beautiful. I love the way you write the quiet moments between them.

Great to see new writing from you!!

Date: 2010-05-31 02:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ceres-libera.livejournal.com
I love romance, and to me, real romance isn't in big showy displays, it's in the intimacy between two people. And, thanks!

Date: 2010-05-30 02:39 pm (UTC)
ext_76727: (jim and bones)
From: [identity profile] remuslives23.livejournal.com
That was fantastic! Smackdown, Bones-style!

Date: 2010-05-31 02:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ceres-libera.livejournal.com
Thank you kindly!

Date: 2010-05-30 03:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mach1n3.livejournal.com
You're back! I had to keep reminding myself that this wasn't part of the Switch!verse, even though you had plainly stated it was not. I couldn't see the Spock Prime of that story-verse acting at all like the one in this one had... Oh, and I loved Jim's reaction, with his very sly way of telling old Spock off. Not to mention Bones being all BAMF and all.

Date: 2010-05-31 02:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ceres-libera.livejournal.com
No, not even close to Switch. There, Spock became aware that he was in a different 'verse fairly swiftly. This Spock is ... un-Spockly unaware. And thanks -- lovely to see you again!

Date: 2010-05-30 03:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] currentscum.livejournal.com
i felt like reading a very detailed and vicious debate between Spock/Kirk and Kirk/McCoy shippers on the matter of what happened in the 'original' world and its effect on reboot. so i laughed, i'm sorry.

nicely done. i love the BAMF and protective Bones and the Jim at the end of the 'debate' when he even not knowing what really was going on, still stood by Bones and gave him reassurance.

i'll grab this fic and go debate with my Spock/Kirk shipping friend now. LOL

Date: 2010-05-31 02:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ceres-libera.livejournal.com
I admit that I'm unaware of the current debates -- I pretty much just read fic about characters I'm interested in, period. The flame wars and debates kind of lost their allure for this observer a few fandoms ago. I'm just in it for the fun! Glad you enjoyed it!

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Date: 2010-05-30 06:52 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] ivorysilk
Loved this. I loved how logical Bones is, shooting Spock down, could feel Spock's desperation, and loved loved loved the conclusion. Wonderful.

Date: 2010-05-31 02:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ceres-libera.livejournal.com
Poor Spock, though. Sadly, even if I did think that it was a re-write of the original universe, I still don't think that there'd be do-overs. It doesn't work that way ... And thanks!
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