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( open ) wear your bruises

who: James T. Kirk & YOU!
what: Butterfly Effect AU, in which Jim is 13 years old; good luck everyone.
when: June 13th to 24th
where: All over the Quarantine, and outside the city walls.
warnings: mayhem, insanity, probably rude and inappropriate behavior, dangerous stunts, stealing— I mean borrowing, what have you. he's a tiny devil, pretty much.

I ▹ LET'S TAKE SOME CANDY

[ To James T. Kirk, this is just another perfectly normal day.

Another perfectly normal day of being stuck in some random city on a moon he's never even heard of, but as far as he's aware, he's been here for months now, so not much is new anymore. Granted, a few people have been acting weirder than usual, but he doesn't pay it all that much mind. He just goes on with his days doing pretty much the same he's been doing so far: whatever he wants, obviously.

Because here, there's no Frank to yell at him, no mom to come from months out in space to try and tell him what he can or can't do. There's no school either (or maybe there is; he's just never bothered to go), and most of the adults can't really keep an eye on him.

Besides, he's almost fourteen. What are they gonna do, send him to his room? Yeah, screw that.

Anyway, today's been peaceful enough, and surprisingly, he's been behaving so far. Strolling through the parks and paying more attention to dogs than he does people, he sits down reading a book on some more secluded corner by a tree, or he gets himself a wrapped sandwich and an ice cream and calls that his lunch.

As he's making his way back to the communal housing, though, he comes by a very colorful and attractive candy shop, and stepping closer, he looks over the various sweets on offer. He has no more money on him, though. Which is a stupid thing to begin with— who even cares about money anymore, what an ancient system.

So really, he's just enlightening the store clerk to a new and modern way of living when he grabs one of the huge lollipops and takes off running, hearing the guy yell 'hey!' behind him, but not coming after him. Anyone else is free to stop him, though. Or take a lollipop too and join him on his great escape. ]

II ▹ LET'S STEAL A CAR

[ It's not difficult for someone like Jim to get easily bored. As many things as he can find to do around here, it gets tiring when most adults try to talk him out of more ~dangerous~ stuff, and Jim sometimes gets frustrated at being denied so much. A little pissed, too.

He's in one of those moods when he comes across this beauty. There are a few people around at first, so he acts perfectly innocently as he walks around the car, and only when the street's a little more deserted does he hop into the driver seat. Now, he's never really hotwired an old car before, but he knows how to do it in theory, so he ducks underneath the steering wheel, effectively hiding himself from view while he fumbles with the wiring, taking a little longer than in those old movies but ultimately succeeding in turning the engine on.

He sits back up, victorious grin on his face. ] Alright! [ Now someone should come join him for a joyride. ]

III ▹ LET'S JUMP OFF CLIFFS

[ Another point of interest for Jim is the wilderness just beyond the city walls. Not because he thinks it's beautiful, mind (even if it kind of is), but because going out there on hikes is fun and exciting, and he might be a little too eager to run into any creatures too. He's managed to find a stun gun back at the apartment, so evidently he's completely safe. He thinks so, anyway.

So while out there in the jungle, maybe he'll be stupid enough to try to do rock climbing; or he'll be idiotic enough to try and hop over a narrow chasm, from one steep rock to the other. He might even be insane enough to make fumbling noises, trying to scare some wild animal he finds out there, only for that to come back and bite him in the ass when said animal turns around and charges towards him.

Either way, he's probably gonna need some help here. ]

IV ▹ LET'S DO WHATEVER

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[The moment he finds the stun gun gone along with its owner, the doctor goes into a panic. Having to live with a suddenly fourteen year old James Tiberius Kirk has been down right messy for his life as well as emotions. Hell, he's already had to apologize profusely for stolen things so far and pay for some of them. Luckily, the car wasn't one of the things he had to fork money over.

All in all, he only thought Jim at the right age wanted him dead of a heart attack... Leonard was pretty certain young Jim Kirk had a list of shit to do to make one Dr. Leonard McCoy land himself in the hospital as a patient and not the god damn doctor.

He knows good and well where the little terror is heading and he's barely out of the wall with his medical kit and a stun gun as well following any ridiculous lead he can get out of anyone to indicate where Jim might be.

Leonard is not his father, he doesn't want to be his father. Hell, he doesn't want anything to do with parenting Jim. But he does care about his reputation as a good man and his well being more than he even cares about his own. So when he does hear the sound of someone making noise enough to piss off one of the wildlife, that's the exact direction he heads in. A string of curses leave him when he sees it's exactly who he thinks it is.

And maybe his heart stops just a little.

The doctor's never seen himself as a hero type. Hell, he prefers save people through being a doctor and not by lifting a weapon and firing on an animal. A living thing no matter if it is human, just cause someone was ridiculous enough to rile it up. But this is Jim and he would do anything for him. So there isn't a thought in his mind when he starts to fire at the animal. It takes about three hits to the neck before it even stumbles and falters to the side. But it's long enough.

Running forward, he doesn't ask, his hand just grabs jacket and drags the teen off into the brush and behind a large piece of rubble out of view from the recovering animal. Leaning back against the wall, he closes his eyes for just a second before edging to the side to look at what it's doing and if it's pissed off enough to chase after them.]

Excuse you, but the gun was in his room so technically it was his gun. That was how those things worked, obviously. Either way, he didn't get much of a chance to use it yet, and he was just in the process of fumbling nervously with it when he heard shots being fired at the animal from farther away.

Whipping around suddenly, he barely managed to stare wide-eyed at the doctor before he was being grabbed by his jacket, letting out a yelp as he clung to his arm on instinct. He struggled, though, because he just had to be a difficult little shit, and when Bones finally found them a large rock to hide behind, he tried to pry that hand away from his jacket.

"Let me go!" It wasn't loud exactly. But it also wasn't a soft quiet whisper by any means. He only caught himself a second too late, and he stopped struggling to cover up his own mouth with his free hand, staring at Bones.

Well, shit.

He expected the rebellion. He even expected to have Jim try to pull away. In fact, he let go of the brat the moment they were out of sight and he started pulling at his hand on his jacket. Really. That was real gratitude for 'im. Glaring around the large piece of rubble, the creature was looking around looking pissed as hell, but it didn't seem to know where they'd gone.

Well, it hadn't. till Jim yelled like a damn idiot. His blood went cold as he saw the animal freeze up. Leonard started going through curse in his language vocabulary as the animal turned and shivered with anticipation in their direction. Soundlessly he mouthed the word 'fuck' before looking at Jim with a narrowed expression of 'good goin', kid'. But he didn't have a chance to say any of that before he heard the rapid footfalls of approach behind them.

Judging by the build of the creature it reminded him of something like a oversized bull or perhaps a rhino. Whatever it was, he had a feeling it was running straight at them with no intentions of worrying about the rubble in between them. "Shit." He hissed again and did the first thing he could think to do. He shoved Jim away and growled the word out to him as he readied the gun. "Run. Ya hear me?"

Not that he expected the kid to do anything he was told, he just hoped he could get the thing away from Jim. God he hated this. Rolling his eyes heavenward, he finally ran off in the opposite direction of Jim instantly firing at the creature again. "Well, now it's mad." Groaning inwardly, he watched it shakes it's head before doing exactly what he wanted it to do. Leave Jim alone and chase after him. Not like he thought this through.

Cause really, of all the rubble in the area, he left Jim behind the biggest one and he knew he could out run that thing.

He didn't do that on purpose, he swears. It was just his instinct reaction, for the flicker of a moment when he forgot they had a massive beast zeroing in on them. Now he was fully aware of how stupid it had been of him. For once he was kicking himself for his own idiocy.

But before he got to apologize, and genuinely for once, Bones was pushing him away and telling him to run, before he promptly went the opposite way, trying to get the creature's attention.

Jim's heart sank in his chest. This was his fault. The animal only seemed angrier as it chased after Bones, and Jim knew that if something happened (and something would happen), it would be his own damn fault.

"Bones!" He called out but he knew it was pointless. But he also couldn't just let it go and run for safety while the doctor sacrificed himself for his sake. Breathing rapidly, he gripped the gun in his hand tighter, then let out a tiny little gasp before he ran off in Bones's direction, aiming and shooting repeatedly at the animal's hind legs. "Leave him alone!"

Not that he expected Jim to do a damn thing he was told, but he hoped he pissed the thing off enough to ignore the kid. Which seemed to be the case as even when he heard Jim yelling after him, it didn't stop chasing him. For all the rapid heart rate and impending doom weighing on his shoulders, he still felt relief for that. But god, it was getting close and he was not finding any good cover or area to throw the thing off either.

It reminded him a little of running from a bull in the pasture back home as a kid. He'd been able to jump the fence with a few bumps and bruises, but got away. That wasn't going to happen this time. Not when he could practically feel it breathing down his back as they ran.

The sound of Jim's gun didn't register. Not right away. Not until he heard the irregular thudding of feet behind him as the back legs started to give on the animal. But the forward momentum was too much and even if it did stop it, the sudden collapse forward and the little bit of space between them gave him little time to get out of the way. It still practically headbutted him in the back which caused him to tumbled forward, the pull in his leg already being ticked off for what sort of injury it would be. Leonard's form did a few rolls over the ground and well, lets just say it hurt bad enough for him to drop his head against the grass with a thud.

Not that he stayed still, he instantly rolled toward the animal to see if it was getting up. The pain in his leg ripped up his spine, but he still forced himself to push away from the animal just in case. A moot point, sure, but it gave him time to process the fact that it seemed to be finally completely stunned now. After a few moments, he fell back on the grass and stared at the sky with a groan. "I'm too damn old for this shit!"

A quick mental check confirmed the bruise that would form on his back, but it wasn't enough for there to be a spinal injury. He got a few more bruises in the fall. Few scrapes, too. But the biggest issue was that leg. He narrowed it down to either a fracture or an injured tendon. Either way, hurt like a bitch. And he couldn't stay down on the ground like that. No telling when that thing was gonna wake up.

Turning his head to catch sight of Jim, he arched a brow and checked him for injury. "You alright, kid?"

Edited 2017-06-20 19:26 (UTC)

Jim saw the creature's hind legs give away from his shots and for a moment he breathed in relief. For a moment only, because this was nothing like those old video games where the monsters just fell over and down a cliff or something. No, this was real life and in real life when you stunned a wild animal that happened to be running, the animal's weight and speed alone would have it lunging forward even as it got knocked out.

That posed as a problem to whatever the animal might've been chasing after. Which, in this case, happened to be Bones.

Jim didn't stop running. Even as panic settled when he couldn't see Bones from his line of sight, his legs kept working of their own accord, carrying him across the field and sprinting right past the creature, all the while begging in his mind for Bones not to be dead.

He spotted the doctor lying on the floor and he let out a whimper, relief not quite settling in even as he saw that Bones was still moving.

"Bones," he said as he pretty much landed on his knees next to him, putting his hands on his shoulder and arm. "You're hurt?"

It was obvious that he was, even if it didn't show necessarily. Before he could stop himself, a knot of emotion went up his throat, and tears welled up in his eyes, falling down his face as he blinked. "I'm— I'm sorry..."

Well, he had to give the kid credit. He was Jim to the core in that he didn't run away from a problem. He just found some other way to fix it. And well, he felt too fond of him as he all but flopped on his knees after a full out sprint to get to him. The doctor in him wanted to chastise Jim about doing that to his knees, but he stopped when he realized just how distraught the kid was.

Blinking a few times, he felt something in his chest twist at the look of tears willing up in those blue eyes. "Nothing I won't live through." He said the words softer now, hand moving up to rest against the side of the blonde's head to lightly sweep the tears again. "It's fine. Just glad you're alright. And hey, you did good. Saved my ass."

He offered a small smile, hoping that took some of the edge off of Jim's guilt. Sure, the kid had been pulling something stupid, but he couldn't take watchin' him look that upset. Pushing himself to sit up, he hissed in pain, barely biting back a yelp from the shock of pain that went down his back and along his leg. Wincing a little, he forwent opening the med kit in favor of reaching out to smooth Jim's hair back. "We need to get out of here 'fore that thing wakes up. Think you can help me get up?"

Jim might be a troublemaker, and he might enjoy causing wreck and mayhem just for kicks, but he wasn't some damn coward. He also wasn't about to let an innocent person get hurt, especially when they were throwing themselves into danger only to save his own reckless ass.

Besides... it was Bones. Jim might not know how close exactly they'd grow to be in the future, but he still felt like he was his friend. Not to mention the one person that actually seemed to genuinely care about him in this place— in years, actually, come to think of it.

It was a relief to know it was nothing serious, but still Jim couldn't stop himself from bursting into tears, though he fought back the urge to actually sob. The tears just ran quietly down his cheeks, and he let out a soft little sniff, his fingers curling tight into the fabric of Bones's shirt. "I did wrong. It's 'cause of me you're— you're hurt—" he choked up on his words as he fought not to let out the sob at the back of his mouth, swallowing down the knot in his throat before he nodded.

"Okay," he breathed shakily, glancing briefly at the creature before he started moving to help Bones up, raising to his feet and putting all his strength into lifting part of his weight up, then letting himself serve as some kind of support once the doctor was on his feet.

III -- Heart attack sounds good.

haha whoops. double whoops. (also shifting to prose since you prefer it!)

Oh good grief, ya brat... XD

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