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09 March 2010 @ 09:11 pm
Trek Fic: Scrambling to the Shore (Pike/McCoy, PG-13)  
Title: Scrambling to the Shore (Part 3 of To Talk of Many Things)
Authors: mga1999 and skyblue_reverie
Fandom & Pairing: Star Trek Reboot (aka AOS, ST XI, etc.), Pike/McCoy
Rating: PG-13 for mention of boy parts
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Word Count: around 4500
Summary: The further correspondence of Leonard McCoy and Christopher Pike.
Disclaimer: Any resemblance to anything whatsoever is purely coincidental.
Authors' Notes: From skyblue_reverie (the loud one): After that EVIL CLIFFHANGER in the last part (all mga1999's fault, I swear, she's MEAN and I love her for it) we couldn't keep you guys waiting too long, so here's the next part. Which does NOT end on an evil cliffy (*stuffs mga1999 into the closet to prevent her from adding evil cliffy ending*). From mga1999 (the quiet one): I'm responsible for the evil cliffy in the last part, so forgive Sky. Thanks as always for your wonderful feedback.

Previous Parts:
Part 1, Of Cabbages and Kings
Part 2, Of Sails and Ships and Sealing Wax

To: Christopher Pike (cpike@starfleet.gov)
From: James T. Kirk (jkirk@starfleet.gov)

Hey Pike -

What's going on? Bones is even more cranky than usual, and he won't talk about whatever's bothering him. There's nothing new going on here, so I can only assume it has something to do with you. If so, FIX IT. I'm serious - I want my CMO back to his normal levels of grumpiness.


To: Leonard H. McCoy (lmccoy@starfleet.gov)
From: Christopher Pike (cpike@starfleet.gov)

Dear Len,

Of course I don't want to end this. I didn't realize you were back in comm range yet and haven't been checking my messages as often. Have had a lot on my mind, not sleeping much, and truthfully, am not quite feeling like myself because of it. I'm sorry I worried you. Give me a little time.


To: Christopher Pike (cpike@starfleet.gov)
From: Leonard H. McCoy (lmccoy@starfleet.gov)

Chris -

Do you think I'm a goddamned moron? I knew exactly when you got my emails - the message system tells me when you've read them. So don't give me that bullshit about not checking your messages and not knowing we were back in comm range. Hell, you probably knew when we were going to be getting back into comm range before we did.

So take all the time you want. Take all the time in the world, in fact, because we're through. I won't put up with being lied to again. Been there, done that, got the alimony payments to prove it.


To: Christopher Pike (cpike@starfleet.gov)
From: James T. Kirk (jkirk@starfleet.gov)

Pike -

When I said I'd make you regret it if you ever hurt Bones, I didn't think you were going to take me up on it so fast. I don't know what you did, but I'm going to kick your ass next time I see you. And that's only the beginning of the world of hurt that I'm going to visit on you. That's a promise.


To: Leonard H. McCoy (lmccoy@starfleet.gov)
From: Christopher Pike (cpike@starfleet.gov)

Dear Len

You probably know by now that I've missed a few p.t. sessions, and skipped my last appointment with Dr. Rossen too. Or maybe you don't, because you aren't reading my medical updates anymore, and frankly, I wouldn't blame you. The truth is, I'm not even sure what the truth is right now. I don't know why I lied to you. I didn't even realize what I was doing. I guess... I wasn't ready to talk about what's going on. I'm not even sure what's going on. All I know is I'm not sleeping, and when I do, I have nightmares. Of that ship. Of failing... Failing to uphold what I swore to protect as a Starfleet officer. I gave Nero the means to destroy our planet - no, the entire Federation of Planets. Just handed the border protection codes over like they were nothing. Nothing. I went through all the classes at Starfleet on captive interrogation. Hell, I even wrote a paper on it that was published and introduced new evasive techniques. I swear I used every single tool Starfleet gave me and then some. But it did nothing. Nothing helped then, nothing helps now. When I close my eyes, I still feel like I'm right there on that ship. Helpless. I'm trying everything I know, but it's just not helping. I don't know what to do. I can't live like this.

To: Christopher Pike (cpike@starfleet.gov)
From: Leonard H. McCoy (lmccoy@starfleet.gov)

SHIT. Hang on, hang on, hang on. Don't do anything stupid. In fact, don't do anything right now at ALL. Just hang tight. I'm gonna emergency comm a couple people to go over to your place. Let them in or they WILL bust the door down.

SHIT SHIT SHIT. I should BE there.

To: Leonard H. McCoy (lmccoy@starfleet.gov)
From: Christopher Pike (cpike@starfleet.gov)


I'm a little embarrassed now. Oh hell, A LOT embarrassed. You know by now from talking to Dr. Rossen that I wasn't going to do anything. I didn't mean that. I wouldn't do anything like that. I was just tired and frustrated and thought I'd screwed things up with you. I hadn't slept more than a couple hours in four days... I'm probably telling you stuff you already know from Dr. Rossen and Philip. I wrote that -- I intended to write more, to apologize and I was just so tired I put my head down on the desk and actually nodded off for a few minutes. I must have hit send. I woke up when Philip came barging in followed by Dr. Rossen shortly after. Philip is staying here for awhile. I told him there is no need, but he insists since he has to be here at fleet medical for work anyway.

Dr. Rossen and I talked a long while after I slept. Or should I say after they sedated me and I slept. She says I have PTSD. I told her I wasn't tortured. There shouldn't be any reason for me to have PTSD. I've been through a heck of a lot worse incidents in the past.

I'm really not ready to talk about it yet. I want to talk to you, I just -- I can't. I need to figure out what's going on in my own head first before I talk to anyone. Even Dr. Rossen. You will be the first person I come to, I promise. That's all I meant when I asked for time. This has nothing whatsoever to do with us.

I'm sorry for what I put you through with all this mess. I know that's not enough. I hope you know that it means a lot to me that you... well that you cared enough to call Philip and Dr. Rossen. Well, just thanks.

Again, I'm sorry, Len. Truly.


To: Christopher Pike (cpike@starfleet.gov)
From: Leonard H. McCoy (lmccoy@starfleet.gov)

Chris -

God damn it, man, you scared the HELL out of me. Promise me that you'll contact someone - it doesn't have to be me, but SOMEONE - before you get to that state again. It's just a good thing that you're staying in the officers' long-term rehab apartments on the med campus, or Boyce and Dr. Rossen wouldn't have been able to get there so quickly. And that we were close enough to a communications array that your message got to me quickly.

Damn right Boyce is staying with you. I told him that if he let you out of his sight, he'd be answering to me.

Chris, you know as well as I do that PTSD doesn't work that way. We're humans, and our emotions don't follow goddamned Vulcan logic. Traumatic events can have a cumulative effect, and the Narada incident could have been the straw that broke the camel's back. Or it could have just affected you more deeply than your other experiences, for whatever reason. You know this - or you would, if you were thinking clearly.

So yeah, take some time to recover, do what you need to do. Whatever's between us - it can wait.

By the way, you should comm Jim. He keeps asking me what's going on with you, and I won't tell him - I won't violate your confidence that way, as your doctor or your friend. But he's really worried, and I know he'd feel better if he heard from you. And Chris, I think it would help you too, to reach out to people who care about you. And Jim does, no matter what he might have said (he told me he sent you a nasty email, and he feels awful about it now).

Just - just take care of yourself, all right?


To: Leonard H. McCoy (lmccoy@starfleet.gov)
From: Christopher Pike (cpike@starfleet.gov)


Since I know you've been in contact with Philip, I'm sure you know I've been out at my family homestead in Mojave the last few weeks. After talking it over with Dr. Rossen and with Philip's support, I decided that I just needed to get away from everything for awhile. Luckily I have the time before I have to start teaching my class, but I've been continuing to prepare out here. The desert has always been my place to regroup after a tour of duty, a long shore leave, or anytime I've been injured. It's not only home; there is just something about the desert that, to put it simply, heals me. So maybe it was desperate fleeing out here, but after almost a month, I'm feeling more like myself. It's not warm this time of year, but Annie, my cousin who lives here and takes care of the ranch for me, has the trails around the property so well maintained, it's been easy to take much needed long walks in my autochair. My only regret being out here right now is that I can't ride the horses. I'm looking forward to being able to do that again.

I just got back from beaming to medical for another treatment. As you know, I'm right on track. I've been doing my p.t. here. I talk to Dr. Rossen on videocomm twice a week, more if I need it. And no, I still haven't told her anything more than what I told you before. I'm getting there, Len. And you're probably right that it's cumulative. I'm sure it was a number of things. This time hit home a lot more. It was Earth at stake. And with losing Vulcan, and so many of my peers, my friends... And knowing he was going to do the same to the rest of the Federation and it would be my fault. And I swear my brain was blocking me from telling him, but the words just came right out of my mouth. I've never told anyone this before, but when the shuttle was approaching the Narada after Jim and the others space jumped, I considered ramming the ship. I was trying to buy as much time as I could get them to disable the drill. But figured the tiny shuttle wasn't powerful enough to do any real damage, and might hinder their operation. After I spit those codes out, though, I wished I had rammed the shuttle into the ship.

I don't know how long I laid on that table; alone, cold and wet, feeling like an electrical current was running through my body from the fluid that bug secreted. And knowing that bug had chewed through me, and was attached to my spinal cord? I wanted to die, Len. I thought I was dead, but would have to see them destroy earth first. They raised the table I was on, so they could make me watch on a view screen. You have no idea what a sight for sore eyes Kirk was rushing in there. I don't remember much after that. I remember getting back to the Enterprise, I remember looking in your eyes laying on a table in medical bay and you telling me I was going to be okay. And then practically nothing, until we had almost limped back to Earth, weeks later. I know you kept me out a lot of that time. I know you did several surgeries on my stomach, intestines, and spine. I remember talking to Kirk. I remember talking to Spock. I remember you hovering. But I don't remember what I talked about with anyone. An effect of the bug, you told me, but I feel like I've been lost ever since in some ways.

And when we started writing each other, it gave me something to focus on again, other than the numbness I not only felt in my lower body, but all over. And I probably shouldn't even say this, because in no way is this your fault, but I want to tell you the truth, Len. When you were out of comm range, and there were no letters, or even reports coming across my desk that I could glean info from, I just started sliding deeper into the numbness. And I kept telling myself, just hang on until you're back. Every day. And then you were back, and I still felt - actually, I felt worse than I had before. I'd started having trouble sleeping a couple weeks before, all started by something stupid and harmless. Static electricity. I reached out to grab something one day and got shocked, and damn if that didn't send me into a panic where I was hyperventilating. To the point that I fell out of my chair. And there I was, a fifty-three-year-old man lying on the floor, having a panic attack, struggling to get to the couch so I could get up in my chair. And I couldn't. I had to comm the desk to send an orderly to help me. And that night, the nightmares started.

I'm reading back over this surprised at what I've written. I'm not sure I feel better doing so. Truthfully, I still feel numb. But I promise you, I'm getting there. And I'm going to tell you something I haven't told anyone yet. The last couple of mornings, when I just start to wake, I've had an erection. I can't control it, it's gone quickly, but it's there. God, I feel like an idiot for something like that being such a big deal. I just wanted to tell you, not just because of our relationship, but because you told me it would happen, made me believe that this might all turn out okay. And if I may admit to being weak and struggling to hold on to whatever I can right now, even though I haven't written, knowing you are out there, knowing you care, is helping me through this.

I'm exhausted from my trip to medical, so I'm going to sign off now. I don't know how much longer I'll be out here, but I'll let you know. Oh and I did comm Jim, as I'm sure he told you. If you need to talk to him, I'm okay with that. I trust you to tell him enough without revealing everything. If the situation was reversed, I'd want to know.

I miss you. I hope you are well.


To: Christopher Pike (cpike@starfleet.gov)
From: James T. Kirk (jkirk@starfleet.gov)


I was relieved to hear from you, sir. When Bones made me use my captain's priority code to get those messages through last month - fuck, Chris - I'd never seen him so frantic and upset. He wouldn't tell me what was going on, but I knew it wasn't good. Whatever happened, please don't do it again. It was so bad that when I tripped and sliced my hand open pretty badly chasing after him, he didn't even yell at me. In fact, quite the opposite. He was NICE to me. NICE. He didn't even use a hypospray! He brought dinner to my quarters afterward. He tried to FEED ME since my hand was still healing in a regen glove. It was the most disturbing moment I've ever had with Bones. So please, I beg you, whatever happened, DON'T DO IT AGAIN.

I do feel bad about my previous comm. Bones was upset. He wouldn't talk to me. And once he told me, I figured I might have overreacted. Just a tad. I get like that where Bones is concerned, as you know. I pity anyone who ever hurts him, because they will feel my wrath. That includes you, as I've told you before. I really will kick your ass, but please don't make me. I really wouldn't enjoy it, despite what everyone else says.

But I care about you. And I'm worried. And if there's anything you want to talk about, I'm here. And anything you need, consider it done. You mean a lot to me, and I'm sorry if I haven't told you that before. I wouldn't be where I am without you. I owe you and Bones everything, including being the captain of the Enterprise. I just can't take seeing Bones that upset. So try to fix whatever is going on. I want you both to be happy.

Take care of yourself,


To: Christopher Pike (cpike@starfleet.gov)
From: Leonard H. McCoy (lmccoy@starfleet.gov)


I'm glad you went out to your place in the desert. It sounds like exactly what you need right now. I only wish I could be there with you.

Damn it, Chris, I feel like shit. I wasn't there for you when you needed me, and I actually made the situation worse by jumping to conclusions and pushing you away. If there's any way I can make up for what I did, promise me you'll let me know, all right? I hope to god I haven't wrecked things between us before we even really got a chance to get started.

I get that telling me what's been bothering you, about your experiences on the Narada, didn't make you feel better. Sometimes you've got to feel worse before you start feeling better. And I'm speaking both from my experience as a doctor and as a person. But you will, Chris. You will start feeling better. Keep talking to Dr. Rossen. Talk to your friends, talk to Jim - and if it would help, talk to me. I'm here. You can write me or vidcom me any time. I hope you know that. Hell, if you need me, comm the ship and have me paged.

You might not believe this, but the nightmares are actually a good sign - that you're ready to stop repressing, that your subconscious is easing this information back into your conscious mind in a way that won't overwhelm you all at once. I know that doesn't help much when you're in the grips of one. I'm sorry - I wish I could do something to help more.

Chris, do you remember before, what I said about refusing to accept medical help doesn't make you more of a man, it just makes you a moron? Well that's equally true of your mental health. It doesn't make you weak to get help. It doesn't make you stronger to refuse to get help. In fact, it takes a hell of a lot of courage to admit that you can't do it by yourself, that you need someone else.

In fact - look, if you need me, I'll get there. I'll find a way. I can get dropped at a starbase, take a shuttle to earth. Just let me know, all right? And don't try to be stoic about this. I'm not gonna think less of you.

I'm really glad to hear that you've gotten an erection the last few days. As you know, that's a very good sign. It means that you will eventually regain full functioning. It might take time, but you'll get there. And it is a big deal, and you shouldn't feel bad that it is. But just - you've got so much going on right now, so much you're dealing with. I don't want you to rush into anything you're not ready for, or try to deal with more than you can take on at once.

All right, lecture's over. I'm sorry, Chris. Really, truly, from the bottom of my heart sorry. Let me know what I can do to help - I mean it.

Yours, if you'll still have me,


To: Leonard H. McCoy (lmccoy@starfleet.gov)
From: Christopher Pike (cpike@starfleet.gov)

Dear Len,

No need to apologize, like you told me before. Not like I told you what was going on or gave you any indication. I am good at hiding how I feel, for the most part. It's almost like tactics, and that's what I'm best at. Which is why this has been so difficult. I haven't been able to figure it out.

You had no reason to think any other way than you did. It's not your fault; if anything, it's mine. I'm the one who screwed up. I'm the one who lied, whether intentionally or not. I'm the one -- I'm the one that jeopardized - Hell, you're worried that you wrecked things between us? I consider myself lucky as hell that you're even still talking to me. There is nothing for you to make up. I'm the one that has a lot to make up for - when I'm ready - and I promise you that I will.

I'm staying here until the week before Christmas. Then I'm going to stay with the Barnetts at their place in the south bay. Philip has been beaming out to the ranch on weekends, and I've had other visitors. Of course my cousin Annie has been taking good care of me, so please stop worrying so much.

As much as I'd love to see you, Len, I don't think now is the time for you to come and see me. I think you know that, but your willingness to drop everything and get here -- well, I have a lump in my throat. I'm grateful. Sometimes the worst part of all this is that I was worried I was going to lose my chance with you. How you could think that I wouldn't still have you? God. This whole mess has only made me want you more.

Barnett tells me they may recall the Enterprise in late January for work on several sections that didn't get completely repaired after Narada since we needed you back out there so quickly. Since they will be sending you to patrol the neutral zone after that, they want her battle ready. I know I won't be done with my treatment, nor back on my feet physically or mentally then. But I'm looking forward to seeing you. You have no idea how much. I'm hoping we can talk then. I have a lot to tell you.

I remain, yours,


To: James T. Kirk (jkirk@starfleet.gov)
From: Christopher Pike (cpike@starfleet.gov)


I know by now that Len has talked to you, so there really isn't a lot to say except that I'm sorry. I've apologized to him, and now I'm apologizing to you. I'm sorry, son. I caused both of you undue distress and I'm guessing some unneeded tension between you and him. And that is my deepest regret, because both of you mean a lot to me.

You should know that one of the first things he said to me when we started to pursue this is that I had to promise that whatever happened between him and me, it wouldn't affect my relationship with you. I hope you know what you mean to that man, and I certainly know now what he means to you. If I had been in your situation, I would have been the same way. So we'll just leave it at that and I will do my best, for both of you, to not let it happen again.

I'm doing better. I have a ways to go, physically and mentally, but I'm getting there. Just promise me that you won't let it all bottle up - learn something from my mistakes. Talk to Len, or I hope you know you can always talk to me. Even right now. I may be struggling, but that doesn't mean I'm not here for you too.

You've done an exemplary job your first six months out in the black, son. You've proved all the naysayers in the Admiralty wrong. I'm proud of you.

I told Len in the comm I just sent to him that they are bringing you back in late January. You will probably get the orders later this week. I look forward to seeing you, but I'm warning you, I'm getting stronger every day. You might not be able to kick my ass so easily.

Be Safe,


To: Christopher Pike (cpike@starfleet.gov)
From: Leonard H. McCoy (lmccoy@starfleet.gov)

Dear Chris,

I'm not going to let myself off as easily as you seem willing to do. Which I'm grateful for - don't think I'm not - but goddamnit, I'm the one with the psychology Ph.D., and as your doctor, even if not as your friend, I should have seen this coming and been prepared for it. It's not your fault - I no more blame you for this than I would if you had Arethian flu. It's an illness, Chris, not a weakness, and it's one I should have predicted.

But good god, man, don't do that to me again! Don't hide what you're feeling like that - you're as bad as Jim when I try to evaluate him after an away mission gone wrong. And Chris, I'm saying this as seriously as I know how - please don't lie to me again. I'd rather have the truth, even if it's something I don't want to hear. Hell, I'd rather you tell me to take a hike because you don't want to talk to me anymore. I just - I've been burned before, and honesty is important to me, all right? I need to be able to trust you if this is gonna work.

All right, moving on. If you're sure you don't want me to come, I won't. But the offer is still open - I know Jim'd approve my leave request. So let me know if you change your mind.

It's good that you're not alone, and that you'll have company through the holidays. That can be a rough time, so don't be too surprised if you have a setback. May not happen, but just in case, I know you'd want to know so you can be prepared.

If we're really coming back home in January, you bet your ass I'll be coming to see you. That's good news, Chris. We're all tired and under a lot of stress - this is our first long-term expedition as a crew and it's an adjustment for everyone. We could use the break, me as much as anyone. About the only one who seems not only to be unaffected by the stress, but to be absolutely thriving on it, is Jim. I'm sure that doesn't surprise you.

Anyway, I've got an away mission tomorrow to a potentially hostile planet, so I'd better turn in. Take care of yourself, since I'm not there to kick your ass into doing it.



To: Christopher Pike (cpike@starfleet.gov)
From: James T. Kirk (jkirk@starfleet.gov)


Who's 'Len'? I think you're getting senile in your old age.


To: James T. Kirk (jkirk@starfleet.gov)
From: Christopher Pike (cpike@starfleet.gov)


Like 'Bones' is any better, and watch it with the senility cracks or I'll kick your ass.


To: Christopher Pike (cpike@starfleet.gov)
From: James T. Kirk (jkirk@starfleet.gov)


Bring it on, old man!


Next part here.

Duty & Devotion: star trek pike stars are all alightroseandheather on March 10th, 2010 05:53 am (UTC)
*glomps you*

*smothers you with kisses*

*waits on pins and needles for more*
Sky: [star trek aos] pike mccoy academyskyblue_reverie on March 10th, 2010 07:06 pm (UTC)
Eeeeee! *is happily glomped and smothered with kisses*

Thanks, bb! Good to hear that you're enjoying it so much!
jimpage363jimpage363 on March 10th, 2010 05:58 am (UTC)
Nice addition to the series! Glad to see that Pike is having a realistic recovery, with set-backs and depression and the whole shebang. And that McCoy reacts from his wounds, THEN gets a clue. Nice storytelling there.
Sky: [star trek aos] bones healerskyblue_reverie on March 10th, 2010 07:08 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much! I'm very glad that it had the ring of truth. These are both damaged men, but they're also both healing - if slowly.
Weeping Naiad: ST: Pike/McCoyweepingnaiad on March 10th, 2010 06:49 am (UTC)
Oh, this was so painful! It was gorgeous and hurtful and loving and warm. So wonderful in so many ways!

Poor Pike! And poor Bones!

A long distance romance is hard when you're on the same planet. This is magnified by light years and PTSD.

*smooshes you both tightly*

Sky: [other] cupcakesskyblue_reverie on March 10th, 2010 07:10 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much, bb! Yeah, we kinda love to torture them. Sorry about that! But we'll make it better, I promise. We're sappy that way. :D

LDRs are hard! And yeah, I imagine this would be even harder than most.

*smooshes and hugs back*

and, btw, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BB!!!!!!!!
imasupermuteant: OMFGimasupermuteant on March 10th, 2010 06:50 am (UTC)
I am no longer on the floor, thought you should know. THIS IS FUCKING ADORABLE! Srsly, I'm all melted and stuff.

Can I say first that I still want more, much, much more. And that I'm really glad Pike is getting those erections since it bodes well for the future, that it does.

Sky: [star trek aos] karl D faceskyblue_reverie on March 10th, 2010 07:12 pm (UTC)
Ahahahaha YAY ERECTIONS! indeed. I think this should be my new motto. I should change the title of my lj to "YAY ERECTIONS!". :DDDDDD

I'm glad you're not crying on the floor anymore, but oh no, now you're all melted all over the floor! Gosh, I just have to follow you around with a mop, don't I? ;)

Thank you so much for your comments, bb. I'm so glad you're enjoying, and don't worry, there WILL be more, much, much more. We're loving this far too much to stop anytime soon.
Persephoneasimaiyat on March 10th, 2010 07:03 am (UTC)
I'm so glad to see an update! That cliffhanger was killing me.

And oh, PIKE. <3 I really like how you are handling the angst without making the characters OOC woobies. Of course Pike went through trauma in the movie, and of course it would be difficult for him to talk about it, and the way you have him talking about it strikes me as totally realistic and just makes me love the character more.

And Jim's appearances are a kick. :) I love how protective he is.
Sky: [star trek aos] jim smileskyblue_reverie on March 10th, 2010 07:23 pm (UTC)
Yay! Thank you for the kind words! Yeah, I'm too much of a wimp to keep you guys suffering for long. mga1999, though - she wanted to torture you guys for WEEKS. Okay, kidding. Kind of. :p

I'm so glad that this read to you as true to the characters and not too melodramatic. It's sometimes a fine line to walk, so to hear that we succeeded is quite a relief. :)

I ♥ Jim. I really do. As you prolly know, both mga1999 and I are, in our heart of hearts, Jim/Bones shippers. So we had to include Jim in this and show their closeness, even if it was in a slightly different way.

Janet Lynn: bones by so severusstrickens_girl on March 10th, 2010 07:13 am (UTC)
Yay for more. I'm glad we didn't have to wait too long after that evil cliffhanger. But I really love this and I hope to see more of this soon. I just love the reactions between these two. It's so real. Here's hoping for more soon.
Sky: [star trek aos] pike-bruceskyblue_reverie on March 10th, 2010 07:28 pm (UTC)
Yeah, we couldn't keep you suffering for too long. I'm so glad you're enjoying it! There will be more soon, for sure. And to hear that it's real always totally melts me, so thank you for that!! ♥
secretsolitairesecretsolitaire on March 10th, 2010 01:02 pm (UTC)
Oh, YAY. Wonderful installment. I really liked all the reactions in this chapter -- Jim's protectiveness, Bones's immediate jumping to conclusions, and Pike's depression all felt very real to me.
Sky: [star trek aos] pike mccoy half b&wskyblue_reverie on March 10th, 2010 07:27 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much! I'm so glad to hear that it felt real to you. That's like, always my #1 goal, so it's very happy-making that it worked for you on that front! ♥
snitches be crazy: st - bonesshighola on March 10th, 2010 01:25 pm (UTC)
First off, thank you so much for not ending on another cliffie! Second, this was beautiful and painful and raw and sweet. I can't wait for Bones to get back to Earth!!!!!
Sky: [star trek aos] pike mccoy enterpriseskyblue_reverie on March 10th, 2010 07:25 pm (UTC)
You are welcome! We couldn't do that to you twice in a row. After all, you guys might've tracked us down and murdered us! ;)

So glad you enjoyed this part. And Pike and Bones can't wait for him to get to Earth either! You'll hear all about it in the next part, promise.
ellie_pierson: Kissy Lips Bonesellie_pierson on March 10th, 2010 02:03 pm (UTC)
Jim's apology to Pike had me wibbling. But I do love a protective Jim.

I love this whole series. This is a wonderful way to get to know these characters.
Sky: [star trek aos] pike mccoy scruffyskyblue_reverie on March 10th, 2010 07:26 pm (UTC)
Aww! I'm so proud to have induced wibbles. And yeah, I have a total protectiveness button, so it's kind of fun to write protective!Jim. :D

Thank you so much for such incredibly kind words, bb! It means a lot to us.
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Sky: [star trek aos] pikeskyblue_reverie on March 10th, 2010 07:30 pm (UTC)
Oh my goodness, thank you so much! What an incredibly kind thing to say. I'm thrilled that you enjoyed this so much. If I may be so bold, how did you stumble on this? I'm just always curious about how people end up getting from point A to point B. :)
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an asphyxiating miasma of hipness: squeeee!hilsongirl on March 10th, 2010 04:20 pm (UTC)
thanks god Pike is ok!

can't wait for more of this :)
Sky: [star trek aos] pike retireskyblue_reverie on March 10th, 2010 07:31 pm (UTC)
Thank you! Yeah, we kinda broke Pike but we're putting him back together, I swear. More soon, bb. ♥
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Sky: [star trek aos] kirk/mccoy b&wskyblue_reverie on March 10th, 2010 07:33 pm (UTC)
I KNOW. I am RIGHT THERE WITH YOU. I cannot believe I did this to my OTP either. I'm still in a state of shock over it. I'm blaming mga1999. Watch out for her, she's a vixen that way!

I'm glad you enjoyed this despite the shocking OTP-breaking, though.

Hahaha, yes an OT3 would be super-hot, but I don't think this fic is going to go that way. Sorry, bb! ♥
AQ aka Syredronning: pike_mccoy2syredronning on March 10th, 2010 08:33 pm (UTC)
Glad you brought the sequel on so very quickly! Aw, depressed!Pike makes me feel depressed by proxy. I also hate to see how they both hurt over the events, but I'm glad they are on the way to healing the rift.
Sky: [star trek aos] pike mccoy half b&wskyblue_reverie on March 11th, 2010 12:29 am (UTC)
Yeah, we couldn't keep away from this thing. I'm sorry depressed!Pike made you depressed too! But he's getting better, really, and he has McCoy, so that's gotta be some compensation, right?

Thanks for your comment, as always, bb.
amine_eyesamine_eyes on March 10th, 2010 11:37 pm (UTC)
Yay for more!!

Even though I am very much a McCoy/Kirk fan (though read Present dangers with Scotty/McCoy and OMG that was good :P), I love your developing relationship between Chris and Len - they both need the other person to help them heal :)

Please keep writing more, and I shall await with baited breath :D
Sky: [star trek aos] bones intentskyblue_reverie on March 11th, 2010 12:34 am (UTC)
Oh, man, me and mga1999 are both total Kirk/McCoy 'shippers too, and I've always been an OTP person to a slightly scary extent, never dreaming I'd break my OTP. This kind of just happened, though, and it's been so fun, and so different than the usual Kirk/McCoy dynamic, so I've decided to let go of the shame and just enjoy it. ;)

Thanks for the lovely comment, bb!
lindmere: Blue McCoylindmere on March 11th, 2010 01:03 pm (UTC)
As I said before, I'm not at all convinced you aren't just intercepting their emails from the future and publishing them. Heartbreakingly honest and real (and how much do I love protective!Kirk?)
Sky: [star trek aos] pike mccoy scruffyskyblue_reverie on March 12th, 2010 01:07 am (UTC)
Eeee, that is such a wonderful compliment, you have no idea! I ♥ U for it. I was thinking of you while writing this section, because of your comment about liking that this was realistic, not overly angsty, and I was hoping that you'd still think so, but kind of fearing you'd think it had tipped over into melodrama. So to hear that it still feels honest and real to you... HUGE sigh of relief and happiness.

And yes, protective!Kirk is total love. :D

Thanks so much for your lovely comment, bb!