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May
16
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satsanc

The Prompt this week *drum roll please* Slash. **This is a throw back post not feeling very creative this weekend but i wanted to post something. Hopefully next week will kick creative in the butt*

 

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Day 1

The thing is McCoy has had a bad day. All the other cadets are way younger than he is and he bets half of them are going to spend their first evening on campus founding a fraternity. McCoy doesn’t need a damn fraternity to get himself comfortably boozed. Actually, he’s already halfway there and doesn’t plan on moving away from his bottle of bourbon any time soon.

Thing is, his life never went according to plan; it just laughed in his face and screwed him over. So he rolls his eyes and finally opens the door after having lived with its chiming for a few minutes. He’s drunk and pissed and this better not be one of these stupid fraternity boys asking if he wants to join them.

It’s his luck that the blue-eyed boy smiling at him just looks like one of its founding fathers.

“Who are you?” He barks.

From one second to the next the grin vanishes from the boy’s face and he looks like a kicked puppy … oh, yeah, that’s something McCoy remembers. He searches for a name in his mind, but it’s really difficult when the bourbon is spreading through his bones, and the kid is turning away, already a few meters away from his door, when he finally remembers.

“Jim! Jim, hey, stop!” The kid turns back to him and he sees the suppressed, but hopeful look in his eyes. “Don’t you want to come in? I’ve got enough bourbon for two.” A smile is spreading over Jim’s face and McCoy swears that swears the kid could do toothpaste ads with it. He must have said that aloud, because Jim is laughing when he follows him into his room.

Day 2

McCoy is cranky, and in a bad mood and Jim really is just the easiest target available and he kind of deserves it for coming to McCoy’s dorm again, and for pestering McCoy again.

After the first “boy” Jim doesn’t say anything, doesn’t even give any notice he had heard it.

After the second “boy” he reminds McCoy that he has a name.

After the third “boy” Jim grabs his stuff and leaves without a word.

McCoy feels even worse when the door closes again, and he never calls Jim “boy” again.

Day 3

“You got plans?” Jim asks, leaning casually at the door frame as if he had a reason to be here. He hasn’t, just for the record. He just keeps coming back like a stray cat. Stray dog. Stray … something. Not feeding him doesn’t actually help to get rid of him.

“Plans?” McCoy blinks and swallows the ‘Who the hell are you and why are you stalking me?’ that’s on the tip of his tongue. He kind of figures they covered that yesterday. And the day before.

“Yeah, you know, for tonight?”

McCoy rolls his eyes. “Drowning in Bourbon and feeling angry at the world sounded like a good plan until now. You got any problems with that?”

“No, that’s pretty cool.” Jim nods. “Mind if I join you?”

“Yes!”

“Great. I got crackers.”

Day 4

“I had a thought!” Jim exclaims theatrically as soon as McCoy opens the door.

“The hell …? What are you …?”

“I just realized we could drink bourbon and wallow in misery the whole night outside your room, too! So come on man, this is going to be a blast!”

He hasn’t even time to explain to Jim that the whole concept of wallowing in misery and ‘having a blast’ are mutually exclusive. In Jim’s world they’re probably not.

Day 5

“Are you drunk?”

He has kind of forgotten how he ended up next to Jim in Basic Warp Design. Or when he ever decided he should take a course about Basic Warp Design?! What the hell is wrong with him? He’s a doctor, not an engineer.

Since the moment he set foot on this shuttle, he knew he would crack eventually. And as soon as he decided to replace his morning coffee with bourbon today he knew he was screwed. Usually he can hold his liquor, but not even he’s that good.

This was a bad idea. Everything. The whole Starfleet Academy-thing. Bad. Bad idea. He’s too old and too cynical and he’s way too miserable. He doesn’t belong here, right in the middle between fresh-faced, overenthusiastic teenagers. He’s a doctor, not a student, and at the moment he’s not even a good doctor.

His wife was probably right about everything, including the fact that he’s a loser and will be a loser until the day he’s going to disintegrate into particles.

“I don’t believe it,” Jim hisses. “… You’re drunk!”

“I’m not.”

“You’ve got to be kidding. Shit. It’s like eleven a.m.!” He sounds exasperated, amused and worried, all at the same time. Jim is completely unable to be only one thing at a time like normal people. He’s everything at once, too intense and too bright and too much and he crashed into his life like a meteor … and McCoy doesn’t even remember how they’ve gotten out of the classroom. So yes, maybe he’s a little drunk.

“Look, don’t worry, it’s only the first week, they don’t know the faces anyway. Nobody is going to remember we weren’t there today,” Jim says walking next to him. “I’ll just take you to your room and nobody’s going to know anything. And Basic Warp Design is kind of … basic anyway. Who cares about the basics, right?”

“You should go back,” he says, because it’s the right thing to say, even though for the first time he actually doesn’t want Jim to go.

Jim waves airily, one hand casual and steady on McCoy’s elbow. “Nah, been there, done that. Basic Warp is not that hard. You promised to show me how to avoid space herpes anyway. I’m an eager learner.”

Only hours later McCoy realizes Jim most likely had just saved his ass. And he has not the faintest idea why he did.

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