Fic: Even Angels Fall, Kirk/McCoy, G
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caitriTitle: Even Angels Fall
Author: caitri
Rating: G
Pairings: Kirk/McCoy
Word Count: 709
Summary: AU. A Christmas miracle for the boys, written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
avictoriangirl. X-over of sorts with Supernatural.
Disclaimer: I know this may come as a shock, but I am not, amazing as it may seem, Gene Roddenberry, J.J. Abrams, Paramount or Bad Robot. Just so you know.
Note: I'm going to be rewriting this into a longer fic, atblue_jack's insistence.
“That’s him? Really?” Castiel looks dubious. “He’s mortal. You’re sure he’s—“ The angel breaks off, hesitant. “—Worth it?”
Mihael nods. “I’m sure,” he says. He doesn’t take his eyes off the starry surface, in which is reflected the image of a laughing young man.
He’s handsome enough, Castiel will grant his colleague that; beautiful even. He spreads his senses out, trying to touch the essence of the mortal called Jim Kirk, who moves the other so. There is bravery there—and kindness. Intelligence, brilliance, quickness. Surprising sweetness and gentleness. And hardship and pain—Castiel winces at that; this young one has experienced so much.
He is very alone.
But not for long.
Castiel smiles a little, at that. “I hope—I hope it’s everything you hope it will be.”
Mihael nods, twitches his lips upwards in a small, nervous smile. “I’ll miss you, old friend.”
“Yeah. Me too.” They clasp hands briefly, and in that clasp, Castiel spreads his powers far, and removes that angelic essence that makes Mihael—Mihael. He disappears in the soft glow of new twilight. “God go with you,” he murmurs.
~
Jim shakes his head, laughing at his two friends. “Guys, I’m serious,” he says to Nyota and Spock. “It’s getting late, I’ll be fine. I’m just going to finish my drink and I’ll head home, too.”
“Jim!” Nyota rolls her eyes. “It’s Christmas Eve—“
“—For another four point six minutes, my love,” Spock tells his mate.
Jim hides a grin; Spock has had hot chocolate and it must have hit the Vulcan’s system harder than he thought if he’s using affectionate endearments like that—even though only they would hear.
“—and we’re the only ones left here.” Nyota nods at the coffee shop that is closing around them. Her expression softens as her gaze returns to her mate, and Jim can’t help but feel a pang of jealousy. It’s times like this when he wishes he had someone to share the holidays with. The last real personnel left hours ago, and it’s all automatons and replicators now. They’ve spent most of the day finishing up the reports and requisitions before Enterprise ships out again, and they may well be some of the only people still on Starfleet’s campus now. “You really want to start the holiday by yourself?”
“Lieutenant Uhura, I’m giving you an order.” Jim smirks at her. “Take your man home and have a good time. Now. I’ll see you in a week.”
Spock raises an eloquent eyebrow as Nyota makes a face. “To contradict a direct order from a superior officer would be most problematic under the circumstances,” he says gently. “Might I suggest we remove ourselves to our quarters and allow the Captain to his celebration, per his wishes?”
Nyota sighs. “Fine,” she says, subsiding. She kisses Jim on the cheek gently. “Merry Christmas, Jim.” She takes Spock’s hand.
The Vulcan nods at him formally. “We will see you later, my friend.”
“Yeah, you two kids have fun,” Jim says with a smile. When they are gone, he sits back into the comfortable chair, sipping the last of his Irish hot chocolate. Somewhere he can hear the chiming of church bells as the midnight hour strikes.
“Merry Christmas, Jim,” he tells himself.
“Whoa!” The cry is just outside the coffee shop.
Jim is on his feet and running outside to investigate without a thought. The bells continue distantly in the background, the sound hanging in the chilly evening air like a promise.
“Hey! Are you okay?” he calls out. There’s a man in a white suit, standing out in the dark, staring up at the sky. He looks slightly confused, and—Jim loses his train of thought as the man turns around and their eyes meet. “Hi.” His breath feels caught in his throat, because he’s never seen anyone this—who’s so—
“Hi,” the man says back. He smiles brightly, and Jim feels himself smiling back. “My name is Leonard.”
“Hi Leonard,” Jim says. “My name is Jim.”
“Yeah,” Leonard says. “I know.”
And somehow, as the twelfth bell rings, as Leonard reaches out to take his hand, Jim knows that something amazing has happened, and that this will be the best Christmas ever.
Author: caitri
Rating: G
Pairings: Kirk/McCoy
Word Count: 709
Summary: AU. A Christmas miracle for the boys, written for
avictoriangirl. X-over of sorts with Supernatural. Disclaimer: I know this may come as a shock, but I am not, amazing as it may seem, Gene Roddenberry, J.J. Abrams, Paramount or Bad Robot. Just so you know.
Note: I'm going to be rewriting this into a longer fic, at
blue_jack's insistence.“That’s him? Really?” Castiel looks dubious. “He’s mortal. You’re sure he’s—“ The angel breaks off, hesitant. “—Worth it?”
Mihael nods. “I’m sure,” he says. He doesn’t take his eyes off the starry surface, in which is reflected the image of a laughing young man.
He’s handsome enough, Castiel will grant his colleague that; beautiful even. He spreads his senses out, trying to touch the essence of the mortal called Jim Kirk, who moves the other so. There is bravery there—and kindness. Intelligence, brilliance, quickness. Surprising sweetness and gentleness. And hardship and pain—Castiel winces at that; this young one has experienced so much.
He is very alone.
But not for long.
Castiel smiles a little, at that. “I hope—I hope it’s everything you hope it will be.”
Mihael nods, twitches his lips upwards in a small, nervous smile. “I’ll miss you, old friend.”
“Yeah. Me too.” They clasp hands briefly, and in that clasp, Castiel spreads his powers far, and removes that angelic essence that makes Mihael—Mihael. He disappears in the soft glow of new twilight. “God go with you,” he murmurs.
~
Jim shakes his head, laughing at his two friends. “Guys, I’m serious,” he says to Nyota and Spock. “It’s getting late, I’ll be fine. I’m just going to finish my drink and I’ll head home, too.”
“Jim!” Nyota rolls her eyes. “It’s Christmas Eve—“
“—For another four point six minutes, my love,” Spock tells his mate.
Jim hides a grin; Spock has had hot chocolate and it must have hit the Vulcan’s system harder than he thought if he’s using affectionate endearments like that—even though only they would hear.
“—and we’re the only ones left here.” Nyota nods at the coffee shop that is closing around them. Her expression softens as her gaze returns to her mate, and Jim can’t help but feel a pang of jealousy. It’s times like this when he wishes he had someone to share the holidays with. The last real personnel left hours ago, and it’s all automatons and replicators now. They’ve spent most of the day finishing up the reports and requisitions before Enterprise ships out again, and they may well be some of the only people still on Starfleet’s campus now. “You really want to start the holiday by yourself?”
“Lieutenant Uhura, I’m giving you an order.” Jim smirks at her. “Take your man home and have a good time. Now. I’ll see you in a week.”
Spock raises an eloquent eyebrow as Nyota makes a face. “To contradict a direct order from a superior officer would be most problematic under the circumstances,” he says gently. “Might I suggest we remove ourselves to our quarters and allow the Captain to his celebration, per his wishes?”
Nyota sighs. “Fine,” she says, subsiding. She kisses Jim on the cheek gently. “Merry Christmas, Jim.” She takes Spock’s hand.
The Vulcan nods at him formally. “We will see you later, my friend.”
“Yeah, you two kids have fun,” Jim says with a smile. When they are gone, he sits back into the comfortable chair, sipping the last of his Irish hot chocolate. Somewhere he can hear the chiming of church bells as the midnight hour strikes.
“Merry Christmas, Jim,” he tells himself.
“Whoa!” The cry is just outside the coffee shop.
Jim is on his feet and running outside to investigate without a thought. The bells continue distantly in the background, the sound hanging in the chilly evening air like a promise.
“Hey! Are you okay?” he calls out. There’s a man in a white suit, standing out in the dark, staring up at the sky. He looks slightly confused, and—Jim loses his train of thought as the man turns around and their eyes meet. “Hi.” His breath feels caught in his throat, because he’s never seen anyone this—who’s so—
“Hi,” the man says back. He smiles brightly, and Jim feels himself smiling back. “My name is Leonard.”
“Hi Leonard,” Jim says. “My name is Jim.”
“Yeah,” Leonard says. “I know.”
And somehow, as the twelfth bell rings, as Leonard reaches out to take his hand, Jim knows that something amazing has happened, and that this will be the best Christmas ever.
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