Enter Sawbones

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Main Points:
Star Trek (the 2009!movie verse) Cambion AU (New Genesis)
Summary: McCoy tries to get Kirk some medical help.
Word Count: 2511
Rating: Teen
Minor McCoy/Kirk (McKirk)

        Getting Jim Kirk to sit still is just as much of a pain as McCoy might have expected. Maybe it was his previous bonding with Carol, but he finds he’s far less upset about her presence than he was a day ago, considering the jealousy; she’s someone else willing to try to corral the man. The rest of his crew are reluctant to step in, and the Vulcans are acting like it’s not their goddamn problem. Though maybe not being bothered by this is on account of getting kidnapped. It sure has a way of making a man rearrange his priorities.
        “Let me take a look at you,” he commands. Annoyingly, having not accepted the CMO position yet, he doesn’t exactly have the authority to be able to override the Captain’s orders and make him, though he’s definitely considering emergency measures at this point.
        Because Kirk is a man who hasn’t met an order he doesn’t at minimum question, he just waves that off with a cheery smile. “Eh. I’ve had worse in a bar fight.” Leonard fully believes that, but if Kirk thinks that he’s not transparently obvious about being a bad patient and trying to sidestep the question, he’s not nearly as good at reading people as he thinks.
        McCoy’s had enough of the runaround, though, and as mentioned before he’s pretty sure he’s got an ally in the form of Carol, and his personality has been enough in the past to cow even the most recalcitrant of patients, so he just summons every ounce of annoyance he has into glare and tone. “Jim, if you don’t sit your pretty ass down I will have the Vulcans here hold you down. Pretty sure I can get them to see the logic in that.”
        Kirk goes quiet and a little pale. Probably explains why getting a post on the Enterprise is something Admirals are getting involved in, if the doc needs some training with trauma. McCoy has some, but it’s not like that’s his specialty, and maybe that’s for the best; a bundle of nerves like Jim would probably take that as a sign of danger. “There’s no need for that…” he finally manages weakly, Chekov looking on with concern.
        “Well, now, it’s easy enough to avoid. Just sit down, and we won’t have to rely on that freakish Vulcan strength.” McCoy mentions, gesturing at the uncomfortable white seats. It’s not much, but it’ll give him at least a little better of a view; that, and he’s concerned the man looks awfully close to collapse and that’d definitely be bad for morale.
        “Knock off the Vulcans,” Kirk mutters, but he’s definitely sitting down a little gingerly again as the others make room by sitting on the floor, pointedly ignoring their captors watching and acting like they’re not exhibits in a zoo on the other side of glass. “It’s, uh, fine—as long as you don’t have to use a hypo.”
        “Don’t even have them. Too much risk of using them against our oh-so-magnificent hosts.” Out of the corner of his eye he catches that one of the Augments is smirking about his biting tone, which just ticks him off even further. It doesn’t help that that’s practically confirmation that Kirk has some sort of medical trauma—not that it comes as a surprise, if he’d really been one of the Tarsus Seven. “Best we’ve got is the Dark Ages.”
        Kirk’s shoulders relax slightly, though he’s still holding it together mostly through force of sheer will. He’s still a little too stiff, tired and brittle. McCoy only hears him due to proximity, taking his vitals the old-fashioned way. “I know hypos are supposed to not hurt, but they always feel like they do.”
        “I’m going to take a stab in the dark here and guess you always tense up beforehand.” Poor kid’s also touch-starved, seems like, if the way his heartbeat slows and he relaxes a little on a doctor’s medical touch is any indication. Even if that doctor in question happens to be one he finds attractive. He even follows a bit with his wrist when McCoy stops taking his pulse until he realizes he’s doing it and stops himself, perking up just that little bit more when McCoy moves on to poking and prodding him to try to find internal wounds. Externally, he’s fine. The amount of internal or developing bruising isn’t promising, but McCoy’s also not finding signs of hemorrhage or broken bones. He grumbles anyway. “Unbelievable. No wonder your Vulcan officer keeps looking at you like you need supervision at all times.”
        Kirk actually pouts, like that’s going to get him out of a closer inspection. He does have a very kissable pout, but Leonard would like to make certain he’s not going to hurt the man if he moves just a little wrong. “Most of this wasn’t even my fault!” he protests. “Chekov, tell him.”
        Chekov glances between the two of them nervously before clearing his throat. “Er...what the Keptin says is true—we could not have stopped the Augments from taking over the ship.” Kirk’s insufferable grin fades a little as his officer continues. “He did offer himself to their interrogation instead of us.”
        “I’m starting to think you have a martyr complex,” Carol mutters, proving for once and all that she at least counts as an ally in this, at least.
        Kirk tries to change the subject. Maybe he hadn’t heard that, but he definitely doesn’t want them dwelling on Chekov’s little revelation. “It wasn’t all bad, though—Khan was definitely giving us a hint there at the end.” If it’d been genuine, McCoy supposes, he wouldn’t mind them discussing it, though Leonard’s own assessment comes in at a decidedly different angle.
        “Lying through his teeth or just plain threatening you, you mean.” In which case, discussion suggesting they’d taken the bait might even be encouraged.
        Kirk clearly isn’t too worried about discussing it, probably for the same reasons. He looks a little more animated, the spark coming back to his impossibly blue eyes. “Not there. I mean, he could have, sure, but he’s the guy calling in the bomb threat. He wants someone Starfleet to know so he can throw it in our face without jeopardizing his plans, and it’s easy enough to work out what he means by it anyway. Harrison had been working for Marcus, so Marcus did something, found out some way of making them work for him, and the rest of the Augments are practically his captives. I can’t tell if Khan actually cares or it’s just pride, but either way he believes it. Ow.” He makes a face when McCoy prods at his ribs.
        He practically melts at the slight massage, though, just enough TLC that he can pull himself together and start with the impossible plans that just might work.