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The Man in the Mirror.

January 22nd, 2010 (04:40 am)

current location: Bathroom.
current mood: High as a kite
current song: The shower he forgot to turn off.

It's just a glint, really.

A nanosecond's flash of something stirring deep behind hazel eyes.

When you're too tired, too drunk or smoked a little too much of that Andorian grass. Like you've done now.
Medicinal purposes only. Jesus fucking Christ, you're not a goddamn junkie, but you are a doctor, dammit. You can self-medicate if you fucking want to. It's not like there's anyone more suited than you on this damn ship. Like you'd trust M'Benga or Chapel treat you when you know you can do it better than them. Hell, you could do it better than both of them together even if you were blind and deaf, and just had to feel your way to a diagnosis.

So when you stumble into your quarters after hours and hours of trauma surgery and hostile encounters that this
so-called "peace keeping armada" seems to run into every fucking week, and you still can't get the damn blood off your hands no matter how much you've washed them, you're fully entitled to prescribe yourself something to calm your mind and mute the ghosts of the ones you fail to save. It's medication, not substance abuse.

Whatever you call it, it's times like this when it happens. You wipe away the steam on the bathroom mirror and it's not your own reflection looking back at you. It's you, but somehow, it isn't. It's the eyes. Something so malicious lurking behind them.
You lean in close enough to see yourself in your own dilated pupils and there he is. Frowning at you with your own goddamn frown as if he too is wondering why the hell his reflection looks different somehow.

His frown is different because yours is filled with worry and exhaustion, while his is angry and full of disdain. He reeks of hatred and something so sadistic, it almost makes you look away. Except you don't. You look deeper with morbid curiosity, knowing you'll find a man who doesn't care. One who strolls casually past the biobeds in his own sickbay and chooses who gets to live and who doesn't. If he's in a bad mood, he doesn't bother treating any of them. If it's an exceptionally bad day, he doesn't allow for the rest of the medical team to treat anyone either, but dismisses them all and just fucking revels in the pain he's inflicting without having to lift a finger.

You don't even want to think about the kind of pain he can cause when he does make an effort or the joy he gets out of it.
Not that you have to. You've felt that too. The weight that lifts off your shoulders and chest when you let go of everything human and just loose it. It feels good to pour all your pain over on someone else. It's cleansing and liberating and dammit, part of you actually envies him for being like that.

Part of you wishes you could live life with the same emotional detachment. Not like the Vulcan does it, where he dares stand there and pretend to be better than everyone, claiming he doesn't feel when underneath, he's just as emotionally savage as the wildest of beings. No. Not like that. True indifference. That's what you wish for.

Being able to watch as someone bleeds out on the table in front of you while you're literally holding his heart in your hand, and not. fucking. care. Instead of being haunted by all the what ifs and the maybes. Instead of laying awake for days thinking up surgical procedures that don't even exist yet and then kicking yourself because it might have worked. Instead of that you could just wash your hands and go grab lunch like nothing. God! That's freedom right there.

Fuck! You wish you could be that kind of evil. Reckless and cruel enough to do whatever the goddamn hell you wanted without sparing a second's thought to how that might affect people. Hurt them back when they hurt you, without having to feel the guilt and the shame that would follow. Without caring.

"Except it's not you, Bones. You're better than that."

You have no idea when Jim entered the room or when you started thinking out loud, but he kisses your shoulder and wraps his arms around you, and it doesn't really matter anymore. He leads you to bed and you follow obligingly, leaving the man in the mirror behind. Because another part of you knows that Jim's right.

He's not you and you are better than that.


Posted by: James Tiberius Kirk (kirktastic)
Posted at: January 22nd, 2010 12:30 pm (UTC)
(Kirk/Bones) Friends. Lovers. Always.

(OOC: That was REALLY good. <3 Really very lovely. Fuck my inner Jim wants to hug him too.)

Posted by: Leonard H. McCoy (dr_mccoy1701)
Posted at: January 22nd, 2010 06:26 pm (UTC)
Kissy face

( aww, THANKS!)

Posted by: Mijan (mijan)
Posted at: January 22nd, 2010 01:32 pm (UTC)
Bones - Starfleet Emblem

Oh Bones. *huggles him*

Posted by: sharpestscalpel (sharpestscalpel)
Posted at: January 22nd, 2010 02:14 pm (UTC)

You can run from it, boy. But it'll be there. It's who we fucking are.

Posted by: Leonard H. McCoy (dr_mccoy1701)
Posted at: January 22nd, 2010 06:26 pm (UTC)

Who /you/ are.

Posted by: sharpestscalpel (sharpestscalpel)
Posted at: January 22nd, 2010 07:26 pm (UTC)

You keep telling yourself that. Then you go look in the mirror again.

Posted by: Weeping Naiad (weepingnaiad)
Posted at: January 22nd, 2010 02:54 pm (UTC)
ST: Karl - Lost

Beautifully done. So glad that he's got Jim to pull him back from the abyss that he creates inside himself.

Posted by: Leonard H. McCoy (dr_mccoy1701)
Posted at: January 22nd, 2010 06:27 pm (UTC)

Thank!! Yeah, he needs his Jim to keep him from drowning in his own damn thoughts.

Posted by: kilala10 (kilala10)
Posted at: January 22nd, 2010 03:57 pm (UTC)

Beautiful!!! 8D

Posted by: Leonard H. McCoy (dr_mccoy1701)
Posted at: January 22nd, 2010 06:28 pm (UTC)

THANK YOU! Love your art btw!

Posted by: AQ aka Syredronning (syredronning)
Posted at: January 23rd, 2010 08:23 pm (UTC)

Love this look into the mirror, the way McCoy wishes to be able to feel indifferent once in a while, and then hearing from Jim that this just wouldn't be him.


Posted by: foxrafer (foxrafer)
Posted at: January 24th, 2010 02:58 pm (UTC)

This is tense and riveting. Really nice.

Posted by: laurenbrent (laurenbrent)
Posted at: February 28th, 2010 05:49 am (UTC)

aw, good Jim. You ARE better than that. Much better than that. ^_^ Still, this was beautifully written, great job. :)

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