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" The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event. You go to bed in one kind of a world and wake up in another quite different, and if this is not enchantment then where is it to be found? "
[ jim hasn't been sleeping well since he woke up from the coma. whether it's nightmares or just his body hating him, he wakes up at least once a night now. this time it was dreams of khan killing pike the same way he'd killed admiral marcus. he doesn't wake with a start, something he's grateful for, since bones is snoring away nearby. but once he's awake he finds it hard to clear his head.
he heads out of his room and down to the kitchen, stopping briefly to turn the thermostat up a few degrees. once he's there, he warms up some milk in a glass for himself and puts a little bit in the dish for charlie, the cat. it's an old remedy from when he was a kid. and, truth be told, he feels a little childish for turning to it now. it helps though, and that's really all that matters.
carefully peeling back the curtains, he looks out the kitchen window. there's fresh snow on the ground. the fall must have stopped recently, because there's not even an animal track marring the great expanse of white that stretches out around the house. everything is still and quiet, save for the hum of the radiator and the gentle lapping as charlie drinks his milk.
jim downs the rest of his own drink and creeps back upstairs. quietly as can be, he opens the door to the room he's put bones up in. luckily, the hinges don't creak as they're sometimes wont to do. jim pads over to the bed and reaches down to gently shake bones' shoulder. ]
Hey. Wake up. [ he whispers, hoping that means he won't startle bones awake. ]
( Bones is sleeping in such a way that it’s obvious he was tossing and turning before finally dozing off. He’d begun with the covers pulled up to his chin, but now they’re in a tangled mess around his legs. He shivers slightly with each snoring breath he takes, barely perceptible as a shaking motion in his shoulders. He’s usually a fairly neat person—and there’s the constant echo of his mother’s voice in his mind, hissing manners! at him, so he wouldn’t even think of being messy while being a guest—but there’s still a litter of things on the floor by his bed. A PADD that he’d abandoned earlier that night before falling asleep, a physical book or two and whatever’s been pulled out of his suitcase, which is open in one corner of the room.
But he wakes up almost immediately. It’s hard not to link most of Bones’ personal quirks back to his profession, and the way he wakes—no matter what time of night, no matter how deep his sleep—goes back to that. No matter the circumstances, he can go from REM to entirely alert in point-five seconds flat. And that’s what he does now, eyes bursting open, a little crazed, until he focuses on Jim and props himself up on his elbows. )
Wa’s going on? ( Okay, so maybe “entirely alert” was a bit of an overstatement. )
[ there's no helping the soft laugh at the slightly slurred words. it's just too funny to see bones trying to be fully awake and failing. ]
Grab your blanket and come downstairs with me, there's something I've got to show you.
[ he's fully expecting to get bitched out for this later. but right now, when bones is still not quite awake, jim's lit up like a christmas tree. he can't stop smiling. there's a lot of things he hates about iowa. they outnumber the things he likes by orders of magnitude. but snow's one of the things he loves. it's been years since he's seen a real good snowfall, and now he just happened to wake up at the perfect time to see one. talk about serendipity.
charlie, having followed jim upstairs from the kitchen, meows and tries to jump on the bed. bones is his new favorite person, and if he's awake, then charlie wants attention. jim, however, scoops him up before he can get close to the good doctor. ]
Come on. I'll let you snuggle the cat when we get down there.
[ he says as if that's supposed to be good motivation to stop sleeping and join him in doing whatever he's gotten into his head now. ]
( Bones gives Jim a half-asleep look and falls back against his pillow for a moment. )
Couldn’t wait until it wasn’t ass o’clock in the morning?
( But his eyes are still wide open and he’s looking up at Jim and wondering what could have him smiling that wide. It’s been awhile since he’s seen Jim this unreservedly happy—certainly not since before Pike died.
And then Bones remembers that the last time Jim smiled at him like that, they had just jumped off a cliff and then dived many feet through tropical water back to the Enterprise. Bones suddenly remembers why Jim’s smiles often don’t mean good things for him.
He reaches out to pet his new best friend only to have him cruelly snatched away by his old best friend. He grumbles and gets back up, swinging his legs around to one side of the bed so he can get to his feet.
It’s really damn cold, he realizes as his feet hit the ground. He grabs up his blankets and wraps them three times around his shoulders and head so that his face is barely peeking out. )
[ he means both the pristine look of the snow and the magic of catching the moment in the dead of night when most everything is sleeping. ]
And you know you love me.
[ barely resisting the urge to laugh at bones all tucked up in a blanket burrito, jim ducks out the door and down the stairs. he sets charlie down on the couch where the cat immediately starts bathing himself. the curtains hanging down across the sliding glass door in the kitchen are drawn back, and jim steps to the side so bones can see out more clearly.
everything is white. the lone, bare tree in the back is covered in a light layer of snow that twinkles in the moonlight. the gentle, rolling hills of farmland are no longer covered in ugly brown snow that's really more mud than anything else. instead, a blanket of fresh snowfall stretches out as far as the eye can see. there's no lights on outside. they're miles from the next house, much less the nearest town. with a distinct lack of both air pollution and light pollution, the sky above is filled with stars. hundreds and hundreds of them shine down over the silent fields.
and jim stands at the side of the cool glass door, looking at everything with small smile tugging at his lips, awed and not a little giddy. ]
( Bones is about to mutter something else about how he doesn’t care, but instead he just grumbles a bit incoherently as he stomps down the stairs after Jim. There may be some intelligible parts of that rank, like love and yeah, right, but the majority of it is lost as Bones pulls the blankets over the better part of his face, too.
And then Bones takes a step towards the window, looks out, and his breath catches in his throat despite himself. He’s seen snow before, but never like this. Never this magically undisturbed. It’s soft and light, instead of the crunchy, sloshy ice that usually gets stuck beneath his boots or the hail that pelts him unapologetically. It really is beautiful. )
God damn. ( He says that almost like a reflex, but it’s not frustrated or exasperated or even irritated. The only tone in Bones’ voice is wonder, which makes him a little embarrassed. He shuffles his feet, looks away after a moment. )
[ the small smile widens at that reaction. it's such a quintessentially bones reaction that jim can't help but be amused. and maybe now bones gets why jim loves the snow so much. even if it's cold and wet and often gets into uncomfortable places, it's also this. this beautiful, breathtaking thing. ]
Took the words right out of my mouth.
[ part of him wishes he had a way to capture this moment. he knows that time will dull the memory and that once he looks away, he'll never be able to remember this moment exactly as it is. it's a shame. here, with bones and the cat, with the snow outside, with the chilled glass making goosebumps rise on his bare arms... here, he's really content for the first time in weeks.
but jim learned a long time ago that it's better to let go of things than to try to cling to them longer than they'll stay. ]
That's it. You can go back to sleep now, if you want to.
[ he's going to stay and watch the snow a bit longer before he tries to get some more sleep. hopefully free of nightmares this time. ]
( Bones makes a disapproving noise, something like “mmph.” He’s awake now, and it took him about an hour to get to sleep the first time. Jim has clearly ruined everything ever and he should be well aware of that.
But beyond that he doesn’t respond right away, still looking out at the snow with a wide-eyed expression that may or may not be reminiscent of a doe. And before he even really thinks about it—thinks about how he’s only wearing socks and thin pajamas and he’s going to catch his own death—he pushes open the door and steps outside, so he can feel the crisp air and taste the snow on the inside of his mouth when he takes a deep breath.
And for a moment he stands there and thinks that he might understand Jim a bit better now, even though he thought he understood him well enough before. There’s something about the place you grew up, the place that forged you. Harsh weather and vast expanses, mazes—though made of corn—all seem to fit Jim Kirk to a T.
Then Bones takes another step and feels the cold race up through his feet into his chest and decides maybe this isn’t so magical, after all. )
[ to say that he's a little surprised when bones walks out into the cold is like saying oh, yeah, russia's a decent sized country. he is, to put it simply, dumbfounded. it was hard enough to convince his friend to give the cold of the great plains a try, and now he's standing out in the fresh snow like an idiot. jim shakes his head and goes out after him. ]
Get back inside, you dumbass. You're going to give yourself frostbite or pneumonia or something.
[ and isn't this an interesting role-reversal. jim worrying over bones doing something stupid that could end with him in sickbay. he would laugh if he weren't so concerned with half pushing, half dragging bones back inside where it's warm and where jim can shove him onto the couch.
his toes are going to be freezing, even from just a little bit of cold and snow. but bones is lucky. the biggest plastic bowl jim owns is clean and he can very easily fill it up with hot water for bones to dunk his toes in. and, of course, there's the tiny, furry space heater that has decided bones is his new best friend. ]
( He almost digs in his heels and refuses to be moved, for a second. But then he realizes being stubborn for the sake of it will probably result in his premature demise so he lets Jim push him back inside and now his feet are burning in the way that skin does when it’s cold but no longer numb. Bones shifts from one foot to the other and tries to think of a good explanation for what he just did, but he can’t.
He sits down on the couch and the cat immediately curls up with him, so Bones pets him idly for a moment before he decides against some kind of rant and says, quietly: ) Sometimes it’s just good to have both your feet on the ground.
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i guess continuing from that one thing deal with it
" The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event.
You go to bed in one kind of a world and wake up in another quite
different, and if this is not enchantment then where is it to be found? "
/chinhands
he heads out of his room and down to the kitchen, stopping briefly to turn the thermostat up a few degrees. once he's there, he warms up some milk in a glass for himself and puts a little bit in the dish for charlie, the cat. it's an old remedy from when he was a kid. and, truth be told, he feels a little childish for turning to it now. it helps though, and that's really all that matters.
carefully peeling back the curtains, he looks out the kitchen window. there's fresh snow on the ground. the fall must have stopped recently, because there's not even an animal track marring the great expanse of white that stretches out around the house. everything is still and quiet, save for the hum of the radiator and the gentle lapping as charlie drinks his milk.
jim downs the rest of his own drink and creeps back upstairs. quietly as can be, he opens the door to the room he's put bones up in. luckily, the hinges don't creak as they're sometimes wont to do. jim pads over to the bed and reaches down to gently shake bones' shoulder. ]
Hey. Wake up. [ he whispers, hoping that means he won't startle bones awake. ]
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But he wakes up almost immediately. It’s hard not to link most of Bones’ personal quirks back to his profession, and the way he wakes—no matter what time of night, no matter how deep his sleep—goes back to that. No matter the circumstances, he can go from REM to entirely alert in point-five seconds flat. And that’s what he does now, eyes bursting open, a little crazed, until he focuses on Jim and props himself up on his elbows. )
Wa’s going on? ( Okay, so maybe “entirely alert” was a bit of an overstatement. )
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Grab your blanket and come downstairs with me, there's something I've got to show you.
[ he's fully expecting to get bitched out for this later. but right now, when bones is still not quite awake, jim's lit up like a christmas tree. he can't stop smiling. there's a lot of things he hates about iowa. they outnumber the things he likes by orders of magnitude. but snow's one of the things he loves. it's been years since he's seen a real good snowfall, and now he just happened to wake up at the perfect time to see one. talk about serendipity.
charlie, having followed jim upstairs from the kitchen, meows and tries to jump on the bed. bones is his new favorite person, and if he's awake, then charlie wants attention. jim, however, scoops him up before he can get close to the good doctor. ]
Come on. I'll let you snuggle the cat when we get down there.
[ he says as if that's supposed to be good motivation to stop sleeping and join him in doing whatever he's gotten into his head now. ]
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Couldn’t wait until it wasn’t ass o’clock in the morning?
( But his eyes are still wide open and he’s looking up at Jim and wondering what could have him smiling that wide. It’s been awhile since he’s seen Jim this unreservedly happy—certainly not since before Pike died.
And then Bones remembers that the last time Jim smiled at him like that, they had just jumped off a cliff and then dived many feet through tropical water back to the Enterprise. Bones suddenly remembers why Jim’s smiles often don’t mean good things for him.
He reaches out to pet his new best friend only to have him cruelly snatched away by his old best friend. He grumbles and gets back up, swinging his legs around to one side of the bed so he can get to his feet.
It’s really damn cold, he realizes as his feet hit the ground. He grabs up his blankets and wraps them three times around his shoulders and head so that his face is barely peeking out. )
I hate you an’ this better be worth it.
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[ he means both the pristine look of the snow and the magic of catching the moment in the dead of night when most everything is sleeping. ]
And you know you love me.
[ barely resisting the urge to laugh at bones all tucked up in a blanket burrito, jim ducks out the door and down the stairs. he sets charlie down on the couch where the cat immediately starts bathing himself. the curtains hanging down across the sliding glass door in the kitchen are drawn back, and jim steps to the side so bones can see out more clearly.
everything is white. the lone, bare tree in the back is covered in a light layer of snow that twinkles in the moonlight. the gentle, rolling hills of farmland are no longer covered in ugly brown snow that's really more mud than anything else. instead, a blanket of fresh snowfall stretches out as far as the eye can see. there's no lights on outside. they're miles from the next house, much less the nearest town. with a distinct lack of both air pollution and light pollution, the sky above is filled with stars. hundreds and hundreds of them shine down over the silent fields.
and jim stands at the side of the cool glass door, looking at everything with small smile tugging at his lips, awed and not a little giddy. ]
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And then Bones takes a step towards the window, looks out, and his breath catches in his throat despite himself. He’s seen snow before, but never like this. Never this magically undisturbed. It’s soft and light, instead of the crunchy, sloshy ice that usually gets stuck beneath his boots or the hail that pelts him unapologetically. It really is beautiful. )
God damn. ( He says that almost like a reflex, but it’s not frustrated or exasperated or even irritated. The only tone in Bones’ voice is wonder, which makes him a little embarrassed. He shuffles his feet, looks away after a moment. )
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Took the words right out of my mouth.
[ part of him wishes he had a way to capture this moment. he knows that time will dull the memory and that once he looks away, he'll never be able to remember this moment exactly as it is. it's a shame. here, with bones and the cat, with the snow outside, with the chilled glass making goosebumps rise on his bare arms... here, he's really content for the first time in weeks.
but jim learned a long time ago that it's better to let go of things than to try to cling to them longer than they'll stay. ]
That's it. You can go back to sleep now, if you want to.
[ he's going to stay and watch the snow a bit longer before he tries to get some more sleep. hopefully free of nightmares this time. ]
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But beyond that he doesn’t respond right away, still looking out at the snow with a wide-eyed expression that may or may not be reminiscent of a doe. And before he even really thinks about it—thinks about how he’s only wearing socks and thin pajamas and he’s going to catch his own death—he pushes open the door and steps outside, so he can feel the crisp air and taste the snow on the inside of his mouth when he takes a deep breath.
And for a moment he stands there and thinks that he might understand Jim a bit better now, even though he thought he understood him well enough before. There’s something about the place you grew up, the place that forged you. Harsh weather and vast expanses, mazes—though made of corn—all seem to fit Jim Kirk to a T.
Then Bones takes another step and feels the cold race up through his feet into his chest and decides maybe this isn’t so magical, after all. )
wow this is hella late...
Get back inside, you dumbass. You're going to give yourself frostbite or pneumonia or something.
[ and isn't this an interesting role-reversal. jim worrying over bones doing something stupid that could end with him in sickbay. he would laugh if he weren't so concerned with half pushing, half dragging bones back inside where it's warm and where jim can shove him onto the couch.
his toes are going to be freezing, even from just a little bit of cold and snow. but bones is lucky. the biggest plastic bowl jim owns is clean and he can very easily fill it up with hot water for bones to dunk his toes in. and, of course, there's the tiny, furry space heater that has decided bones is his new best friend. ]
it's ok i still love you
( He almost digs in his heels and refuses to be moved, for a second. But then he realizes being stubborn for the sake of it will probably result in his premature demise so he lets Jim push him back inside and now his feet are burning in the way that skin does when it’s cold but no longer numb. Bones shifts from one foot to the other and tries to think of a good explanation for what he just did, but he can’t.
He sits down on the couch and the cat immediately curls up with him, so Bones pets him idly for a moment before he decides against some kind of rant and says, quietly: ) Sometimes it’s just good to have both your feet on the ground.
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