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Fighting with Verity had done something for Jim despite all the vitriolic feeling swimming around his system. It had made him determined to go home. It wasn't as though he couldn't anymore. He knew exactly where the doorway leading back to the Enterprise stood. It was just...making himself open the door. Jim stands in the long hallway lined with doors to other worlds, staring intently at the 'Caution: Radiation risk' etched into the glass of his world's door. Shaking fingers reached for it, to push it open. Retracted.
He couldn't do this. No, bullshit. He was Jim Kirk, he could open a stupid door. Just. Not at the moment. Apparently. Jim shouts a string of fluent Orion curses at the door before stalking back off into the Nexus. To the plain door with the sideways 8 on it that leads to CLint's world. He pulls up a chair and waits. Clint would come sooner or later. He'd ask him to come with. Been meaning to show him around the ship anyway, might as well do it now.
Why couldn't his time have comms anyway? Jim smacks the back of his head against the wall while he waits, idly replaying the argument between himself and Verity in his head. What better way to kill time than to hate yourself?
He couldn't do this. No, bullshit. He was Jim Kirk, he could open a stupid door. Just. Not at the moment. Apparently. Jim shouts a string of fluent Orion curses at the door before stalking back off into the Nexus. To the plain door with the sideways 8 on it that leads to CLint's world. He pulls up a chair and waits. Clint would come sooner or later. He'd ask him to come with. Been meaning to show him around the ship anyway, might as well do it now.
Why couldn't his time have comms anyway? Jim smacks the back of his head against the wall while he waits, idly replaying the argument between himself and Verity in his head. What better way to kill time than to hate yourself?
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Date: 2015-09-16 08:15 pm (UTC)"Man, it's just practice," Clint assures him, giving the ensign a wave on the way out. "If you spent that much time on it, you'd be that good, too." He pauses a beat, then adds, "and you'd have no social life. We should probably get you bandaged up, huh?"
Yeah, Clint, say that like you're not pretty well battered, yourself. On top of your fresh burns from the demon thing!
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Date: 2015-09-16 08:37 pm (UTC)He likes that idea better. Clint isn't always telling him his plans are dumb or that he's an idiot (and look where that support keeps getting him).
"Believe it or not, all I had planned up until you had to go Dom-jot God was to take in the sights, knock back a few drinks, and see what happened after that."
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Date: 2015-09-16 08:48 pm (UTC)Clint's got an arm, or a set of shoulders, Jim can lean on if need be, but the captain's going to have to navigate--Clint doesn't know where the bandages are on the Enterprise. "Yeah, we could work out. I could take ya down to Luke's gym, maybe. Or running with Verity, if she's cool with it. She's got this scary-intense personal trainer, though, I gotta warn ya."
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Date: 2015-09-16 09:18 pm (UTC)The plan is go go back to Jim's quarters, get patched up, and slip out before there is any more trouble. Then why the bourbon bribe? Because Jim's plans have not been going well tonight.
"Dammit Jim!"
Case in point. Jim finches.
"Hey Bones." The gentleman with the angry southern drawl is not happy to see him. Either of them.
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Date: 2015-09-16 09:20 pm (UTC)"Heeeey," Clint echoes, "Bones? Hi. I don't think we've met."
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Date: 2015-09-16 10:16 pm (UTC)'Bones' waves a hand dismissively and grabs Jim by the shoulder hard enough to bruise.
"I don't give a rat's ass about your booty call kid." He rounds on Clint next.
"And don't think you're getting out of this either, kid. Both of you. Medical. Now."
Well, bandages are in medical and Jim's heading that way whether he likes it or not. Might as well tag along before you get drug too, Clint.
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Date: 2015-09-16 10:22 pm (UTC)"Booty call?! Hey, I think you got the wrong idea," Clint protests. But "Medical" sounds like the place to get bandages and stuff, and he figures he can look after himself pretty well while Jim's getting fussed over.
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Date: 2015-09-16 10:29 pm (UTC)"You stay quiet."
"But--but..what he said!" Jim tries to free himself from his CMO's ironclad grip and only gets a hypo in the neck for his trouble. "Damn it! What--?!"
"Electrolytes and stabilizers. I can smell the liquor off you from here. Now shut up." Leonard McCoy does not put up with Jim's antics very well. This is probably for the best, considering how many times he's been hurt since Clint and he met.
"You, Scruffy. Sit. Nurse Chapel, take him while I deal with our infant Captain."
"Don't call me an infant in front of--" Hypo'd. "DAMN IT!"
"You want another?"
You know, Clint. Being treated by the nice nurse with the severe bun is looking way better as far as options go. Or even Verity. This guy is pissed.
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Date: 2015-09-16 10:40 pm (UTC)"So, I take it this happens a lot?" Clint asks the nurse, quietly, enjoying the Jim and Bones show. Since that's apparently a treatment option at this place, he'll keep relatively quiet and behave himself, for now.
Admittedly, the medical history implied just by the injuries he has right now is morbidly impressive.
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Date: 2015-09-16 10:45 pm (UTC)"You want to tell me what the hell you were doing off the damn ship without logging anything? Or why Spock comm'd me telling me you had a goddamn stranger on the ship without notice?!"
"He's a friend, Bones. Just. It's kind of hard to explain--"
"You better start explaining real fast, kid." Jim is getting treated while all of this is going on. Some sort of thing is on his face healing up that split lip like it never happened. Neat.
In fact, nurse Chapel comes back with a very similar device.
"Lift your shirt, sir. I'm going to treat your injuries."
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Date: 2015-09-16 11:05 pm (UTC)Clint lifts off his shirt (revealing bandages, lots of bandages, with burns under them--char-broiled Hawkeye, the purple plate special). "Yeah, I'll bet. I never heard of a doctor who liked their patients getting hurt at all."
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Date: 2015-09-16 11:42 pm (UTC)"Doctor McCoy? You're going to want to see this..."
The nurse switches biobeds so she can continue trending to Jim's injuries, despite grumbling from Bones add he storms over. The good doctor didn't like other people looking over the captain, apparently. Or he's just always this gruff. Or both.
"My God man! Are you trying to get an infection? Sit up. Jim what the hell were the two of you doing?!"
Bones grabs a hypo and a few devices. It's about as pleasant as it looked like Jim felt. Which is to say not.
"Bunch of damn fools."
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Date: 2015-09-17 12:20 am (UTC)"Well, I had bandages," Clint points out. "From a hospital, even. This's just, y'know, part of the job."
Doctors hate it when Clint's blase about his injuries. It's his payback for needles and aw, what the hell was that?
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Date: 2015-09-17 12:27 am (UTC)"You shut up, Jim." All it takes for the blonde to sit back and let Christine look him over. McCoy's game is strong.
"What kinda backwater planet hospital just slaps a bandage on a man and sends him to fucking space, full of disease and death with open goddamn wounds." He's not lecturing Clint anymore, just grumbling to himself while devices are being waved over his injuries and thankfully, no more hypos are getting injected into his neck.
McCoy falls silent, frowns. Looks back at Clint.
"Where are you from, kid? You've got..." He rounds on Jim. "Mind telling me why the sporting young man with the gaping burn wounds has antibodies for diseases we ain't seen in two hundred years, Jim?"
"...Uh..."
They are so busted.
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Date: 2015-09-17 12:30 am (UTC)Okay, this looks bad.
"Wouldja believe... Iowa?" Clint offers hopefully.
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Date: 2015-09-17 12:50 am (UTC)"Christine, finish the regenerator on our mystery hick." Bones pulls Jim of the bones and back into his office.
**gentlemen are getting caught up on the Nexus and past plot...**
By the time Jim and the good doctor return Clint is good as new. But like, for real this time. The regenerators have treated his burns and fixed any bruising he got from the bar brawl earlier.
McCoy hauls Barton into his office as well and shuts the door behind them.
"Tell me Jim's got a hell of a concussion and you are not a mister Clint Barton from goddamn 2013." That bottle of bourbon Jim took is open now. Bones needed it.
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Date: 2015-09-17 01:21 am (UTC)Clint gives a wan chuckle (although he has got to get some of that future medicine for his first-aid kits at home). "Sorry. 'S what it says on my driver's license," he apologizes. "I'll tell you the whole thing, but one, you're gonna think I'm crazy, two, I'm gonna hafta use the words 'alternate universe' at least twice, and that's not my favorite phrase, and three, you're gonna think I'm crazy. I said that already, but it bears repeating."
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Date: 2015-09-17 01:59 am (UTC)Bones still sits down hard in his chair, looking kind of shocked.
It takes him a minute to process this.
"Okay. Right. So if Jim's telling the truth, y'all are in for a ride. I'm gonna draw some blood, in case anything you've been exposed to reacts with your immune system."
The fight had gone from doctor McCoy, replaced instead with a worried friend who's doing good best to look out for Jim.
"We're going to keep this between us, by the by. And, for the record," Bones gives Clint a long look "next time y'all get hurt come back home with Jim. 2013 medicine my aching ass."
That's how you know he cares.
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Date: 2015-09-17 02:08 am (UTC)"Keep what between us?" Clint asks, with a wink and a grin. "Gotta say, though, offer like that, you'll think I'm part'a the furniture around here." Those medical scans probably bear that claim out; Clint's in amazing shape for someone still recovering from as many beatings as he is (or was, before magic space medicine fixed him up).
"Seriously, it's nice to meet you, by the way."
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Date: 2015-09-17 02:43 am (UTC)"Ugh, don't be." McCoy shakes his head and stands over to Clint's side to get a sample of blood before he opens the door to his office. "JUst...sit here a minute. Don' touch anything Jim." He adds, heading out for the labs.
Jim watches him go, a smile on his face that's seldom there in the Nexus. Not that he doesn't like his friends there. He does. But you treat your first and only (for a long damn time) friend special.
"Had to tell Bones where th'door was." Jim's voice has turned quiet. He looks a lot more sober than he'd been when they beamed up. "I think he feels responsible somehow..." He sighs. "He said 'next time' though, so I don't think he's gonna try t'stop me coming and going so long as it doesn't get in the way of the mission."
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Date: 2015-09-17 03:02 am (UTC)It's okay, Clint understands that smile.
"Maybe he'll feel better if you bring him some'a Verity's cooking," he suggests, watching Dr. McCoy as best he can from his vantage. He fidgets a bit, hating to sit still, but this place seems to have a distinct lack of the usual doctor-office toys (tongue depressors, cotton balls, swabs, even paper clips) with which he can do a bit of target practice.
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Date: 2015-09-17 03:11 am (UTC)Otherwise, it's a pretty timeless doctor's office, if you discount the constant thrum of the engines that remind you 'holy fuck' you're in space.
Mc.Coy isn't gone for long. And he looks upset again when he comes back.
"You. C'mere." He doesn't explain anything but drags Jim off toward the labs. Far enough away where Clint can't hear anything, but if he can read lips he'll probably still be able to pick up on everything.
"Jim. I gotta ask you a question--and, keep in mind I'm asking as your doctor here. Your friend really doesn't want to know. Please tell me you aren't shacking up with this guy."
"Wh--Bones I told you I wasn't. Clint's not like that, also it'd be weird somehow. So no."
"Oh thank fucking god." McCoy scrubs a hand over his face and sighs. What? Is CLint terminally ill and doesn't know it? Seriously. What.
"WHAT?!" Okay yeah, Jim is in agreement with whatever 'what' is.
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Date: 2015-09-17 03:17 am (UTC)Clint learned to lip-read when he was a kid (it's a long, unhappy story). He leans forward a little, following the distant conversation with interest.
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Date: 2015-09-17 03:45 am (UTC)"Do I look like I'm goddamn kidding around, Jim?" Oh man. Is it Bone-itis? Some kind of rare genetic disease that's going to turn him inside out in a year? Who knows what kind of crap they know about medicine in the future.
Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
"Well what are we supposed to say?"
"Not a damn thing."
"You can't expect--"
"You know damn well why!" More fighting, mostly back and forth. And then Jim is throwing his hands in the air in defeat and sulking off. Back to the office.
"Uh...Hey." Jim swallows and forces a smile. "You feeling well enough to get on back soon here?"
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Date: 2015-09-17 04:05 am (UTC)"Hey," Clint greets in answer, before signing: [I can lip-read, Jim.] If something's up, he feels he deserves to know--especially if it's about him.
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