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Jim was bored. It was late Saturday afternoon and he was supposed to be at the movies with his best friend, Doctor Leonard McCoy, or Bones as Jim affectionately called him. Bones had been called into the hospital right before the previews started and Jim didn’t want to sit through the movie alone so he tagged along with Bones to the hospital. There had been some type of brawl at a bar or house party or something, Jim didn’t know and really didn’t pay attention to what his friend at told him. All he knew was that there were a ton a beat up looking people in the ER, some had apparent stab wounds and a couple had come in with what looked like gunshot wounds. According to Nurse Chapel, no one was in life-threatening condition, so Jim felt a little okay about that.
Bones had immediately left him in the waiting room to change into his scrubs and see to patients and Jim was bored. He had spent half an hour wandering around back in the ER and snooping on the patients, but Bones saw him and shooed him out. Jim cursed at him and want back to wandering about the downstairs of the hospital and checking out the waiting room for about an hour. Nobody looked like someone Jim could talk to so he sighed and decided to just leave. As he walking towards the exit he passed the vending machine area.
Hot damn, Jim thought, looking at a tall dark haired guy standing in front of the snack machine. Just from his profile Jim saw that he was so fucking gorgeous and had a serious look about his face. The guy looked like he probably had something to do with the brawl or whatever because of his evil looking eyebrows. Jim sighed and went to turn around but saw the guy bend down to get something out of the machine and was having trouble. Jim stepped a little closer and saw the guy was holding his left hand to his chest like it was injured. Oh…poor hot guy.
Jim internally snickered, watching the guy struggle to get the snack out of the machine for a few moments before taking pity on the guy and going over to help.
“Here, let me,” Jim told hot guy, bending down and getting the granola bar for him out of the machine. Jim stood back up and almost went breathless because under those eyebrows were the most beautiful brown eyes Jim had even seen.
“Thank you,” hot guy replied. Jim wanted to just moan at hearing that voice. Hot guy took the granola bar from his hand and Jim snapped out of his little daze.
“No problem, you looked a little pathetic there trying to get the snack,” Jim said before internally screaming at himself, Fucking idiot…don’t tell hot guy he looked pathetic!
The guy just quirked an eyebrow at him and replied, “Indeed. At least, I’m not wandering about a hospital…alone.”
Jim grinned, “You don’t know that. I could be the ring-leader of all those bloodied people in the waiting room.”
Hot guy glanced back to the waiting area and then to back to Jim, “As most of the persons in that room are wearing mostly biker attire, I would say that you actually have no connection with them whatsoever.”
Jim crossed his arms and cocked his head, “And judging by your attire,” Jim paused and looked at hot guy up and down. Hot guy was wearing a suit, a suit that fit him so perfectly. No straw thoughts, Jim…stop it. “I’d say that you…probably are a hit man and that you are here because there is someone in the waiting room or the hospital that you need to kill.”
Hot guy gave him an almost smile, “Possibly. I should just take out my target now. There are ample distractions with the people in the waiting room.”
Jim shrugged and was about to reply when his cell went off. Jim gave him a smile and turned around to check his phone. He quickly replied to the text from his friend Sulu and when he turned back, hot guy was gone.
Dammit! Don’t even know his name! Jim groaned.
Jim walked back into the ER waiting room and glanced around. Bleeding people, bruised people…ah! Hot guy. The guy was sitting in the very corner of the room, away from the other people, trying to open his granola bar. Jim smiled and headed over to him and sat down next to him.
“Need any help?” Jim asked. Hot guy nodded and handed him the snack with his good hand. Jim opened it for him and handed it back.
“Thank you. Again,” hot guy said, biting at the granola bar.
“So…whose you’re target? Is it that big bald guy over there?” Jim asked, nodded to the scary looking guy near the reception desk.
Hot guy lightly chuckled and shook his head, “That information is classified.”
Jim grinned and nodded, “Alright, don’t tell me. I’m Jim by the way.”
“Spock,” hot guy replied.
“Seriously?”
Spock nodded and took another bite of his granola bar.
“Is that your first or last name?” Jim asked.
Spock glanced at him and was about to say something when a nurse came into the waiting room and called for a Mr. Grayson. Spock looked at Jim apologetically, before getting up and walking towards the nurse who then led him into one of the triage rooms.
Dammit! At least you know his name now. Spock. Spock Grayson…even sounds like a hit man name. Jim smiled to himself and then made eye contact with a guy who had a gash on his cheek. The guy gave him a come hither look and Jim’s eyes went wide before he quickly got up and rushed back into the ER to find Bones.
Bones fussed at him because Jim walked in on him stitching up someone. He told Jim to either go home or wait outside the confines of the ER. Jim grumbled and wandered over to the nurses’ desk to bother Chapel when he saw Spock sitting on a bed in an exam room. Jim smiled, walked over and saw that Spock’s suit jacket was off and his left sleeve was rolled up to his elbow and his injured hand resting on a tray table with an icepack on it. Spock looked a little amused to see Jim some into his room.
“Damn, that must be painful,” Jim said, looking at what was obliviously a broken wrist. Spock glanced to his swollen wrist and shrugged.
“As I have been in the ER for over two hours now, the pain has become tolerable,” Spock told him.
“How’d it happen?” Jim asked.
“A bicyclist ran into me and I fell onto the curb.”
“Fuck. That’s sucks. Sorry that happened,” Jim said, smiling.
“May I ask, what exactly you are doing, wandering around the hospital?” Spock asked, a smile almost tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“I’m a doctor.”
One of Spock’s eyebrows raised up and Jim chuckled and shook his head, “Okay, that’s a lie. My friend is a doctor here and got called into work. I was bored so I tagged along.”
“And a wandering around a hospital is…exciting…to you?”
Jim shrugged, “Yeah, I guess it’s not. I was actually going to leave but then I saw this pathetic looking guy trying to get a granola bar out of the snack machine.”
“I thought it was agreed that that pathetic guy was a hit man here on assignment,” Spock told him.
Jim laughed and moved to sit in the chair next to the exam bed, “That went out the window when you said that you fell and broke your wrist. A real, competent, hit man wouldn’t let a bicyclist get the better of him.”
“I see,” Spock lightly chuckled.
“So what do you do for a living for real?”
“I work for the FBI.”
“Bullshit.”
“I am not lying. I work in the computer sciences division, no field work,” Spock told him. Jim stared at him and then slowly nodded.
“So…do you have a gun?”
“No, as I am not involved in any field work, I do not have a firearm.”
Jim smiled and nodded, “That’s still pretty badass to work for the FBI. I’m just a middle school math teacher. Those who can, do; those who can’t, teach. That’s me.”
Spock shook his head, “I do not believe that. My mother was a teacher and she is one of the smartest people I know.”
Jim smiled and bit his lip, Stop it, Jim. No falling for this guy…you just met!
Spock was about to say something else when a nurse that Jim, surprisingly, didn’t know, entered the exam room and stared at them.
“Mr. Grayson,” she said to Spock and then looked to Jim, “Who are you?”
“I’m…um….”Shit, knew I’d get in trouble one of these days.
She kept looking at him, but then Spock spoke up and told her, “He’s my boyfriend.”
“Oh, okay then. We’ll Mr. Grayson, I’m here to take you to get an x-ray, if you’d follow me. Your boyfriend can wait here.”
Jim smiled and nodded and just to be an ass, said, “I’ll be right here when you get back, Spockums.”
The nurse chuckled and Spock gave him an amused look as he followed the nurse out of the room.
Oh, fuck it…I’m falling for him.
Spock came back to the exam room fifteen minutes later and sat back down and rested his hand back on the tray table and placed the icepack back on it.
“So, sweetie…how’d it go?” Jim asked, playfully.
Spock shook his head at him and replied, “It went well. The x-ray tech believes that I have a distal radius fracture.”
“Ouch. I broke my arm once. Did a flip on a trampoline and flipped right off and onto the ground. Also have broken my leg, ankle…broke my other arm once,” Jim said. Spock looked at him with both his eyebrows raised and Jim clarified, “I was an adventurous kid and teen…go into a lot of stupid accidents.”
“This is my first broken bone.”
Jim smiled and then remembered that Spock had told the nurse that he was his boyfriend, “So, Spock…I’m your boyfriend?”
Spock looked a little embarrassed, “I apologize. I do not know the protocol and assumed that if I said friend that she would have made you leave.”
“It’s cool. I don’t mind being your pretend boyfriend.”
“I am glad that it is no hardship for you,” Spock teased. Jim grinned.
“It actually is a hardship, but I think I can bare through it,” Jim sighed out, jokingly. “How did we meet, if the nurse asks?”
Spock considered him for a moment before replying, “We met at a knife fight.”
Jim bent over in his chair and laughed, “Yeah! A knife fight! Hahaha….a knife fight that I brought a gun to.”
Spock chuckled and nodded, “Yes, you brought a gun because you misread the flyer.”
Jim nodded at that and finished laughing. He looked at Spock who was smiling at him. Jim looked away and knew he was blushing. “So, do you want to watch crappy hospital television or do you perhaps want to play chess? I saw a board in the kid’s section in the waiting room and I think I can go nab it for us.”
“Chess would be acceptable, Jim.”
Jim smiled and left to get the chess board.
Since the ER was full, everything was moving slowly. The brawl people were getting their wounds tended to first, so Jim got to spend three hours in the exam room playing chess with Spock and talking. Jim thought Spock was perfect and amazing and so just wanted him to ask him out already! They had played around four games and Jim had won three of them.
Jim was flirting and Spock was flirting back, it was a great evening. Jim left the room for a few moments to use the restroom and get them some snacks and ran into Bones.
“What the hell are you still doing here?” Bones fussed at him. “It’s nine pm.”
“I know, but…there’s this guy,” Jim said.
Bones groaned and rolled his eyes, “Goddammit, Jim. We are in a hospital!”
“But Bones, he’s so hot and smart.”
“You know what, I don’t care. I still have to be here for a few more hours, but I am going to come looking for you by then and if you’re still here…”
“I won’t be, I swear.”
Bones nodded and went back to work and Jim grabbed the snacks and went back to Spock.
They had just finished another game that Spock had won, when a doctor, that Jim didn’t know, came in and talked with Spock.
“Mr. Grayson, it appears that you do have a distal radius fracture and will need a cast,” the doctor told him. Jim stood up next to Spock on the exam bed and placed his hand on Spock’s bicep in a show of support, like the good pretend boyfriend he was. Hot damn, he’s got muscles, Jim internally was so pleased to be touching him.
Spock glanced at him with those brown eyes and a sweet little smile and Jim just wanted to melt. Jim stood there, with his hand on Spock, the whole time the doctor and nurse set his wrist and put a green cast on his wrist. The doctor had asked Spock what color he would like and Spock looked to Jim for a suggestion. Jim had grinned and wanted to say pink but went with green, because it looked like it would fit Spock.
The doctor then left and told him to return in two weeks to change the cast because the swelling would go down and he would need a new cast. The nurse went to get Spock’s discharge papers and Jim stood there awkwardly, unsure of what to do now that Spock was going to leave.
“So…um…do you want me to sign your cast?” Jim asked, although he didn’t have a sharpie.
Spock shook his head, “No thank you, I’d prefer to not have anything written on it at the moment.”
Jim nodded and watched as the nurse came back in and talked with Spock. Gave him some forms to sign and a prescription for the pain and whatnot. She then turned to Jim and told him to take care of his boyfriend before telling them that they were free to go.
Spock and Jim walked outside the hospital and they stood outside a bit awkwardly, both unsure of what to say. Jim looked down the street and then back to Spock who was looking at him.
Jim smiled and asked, “Would you like to go get something to eat? There’s an all-night diner a block away that has some great waffles.”
Spock looked pulled out his cellphone and looked to it, “I apologize, but I cannot. It is late and I must head home.”
“Need to get to your real boyfriend,” Jim fished, hoping that Spock would say no.
“I do not have a boyfriend.”
Yes! No boyfriend!
“I have a cat that needs to be fed and some early morning tasks to complete,” Spock told him.
Jim nodded and looked to the ground and bit his lip. He looked back up to Spock who looked like he was thinking about something very hard. Jim decided to take a chance and grabbed Spock’s phone out his hand.
“I’m going to give you my number in hopes that maybe you’ll give me a call sometime soon, hopefully,” Jim said, adding his name and number to Spock’s phone. He gave Spock his phone back and smiled at him.
Spock looked at his phone and nodded, “Thank you for keeping me company, Jim.”
“No problem, um…so, I guess, call me or text. Either is fine. I’m gonna go now, goodnight,” Jim quickly fumbled out before turning and walking down the street. He turned the corner and leaned against the side of the hospital.
Fuck! He better call….please call…or text…I’m an idiot.
Spock paid the cab driver and stepped out onto the sidewalk in front of his town-home and let out a sigh. He walked up the stairs to the front door and tried to quietly let himself in. He put his keys into the key bowl in the foyer and headed further into the house where he was greeted by his Russian blue cat, Orion. Orion meowed at him and Spock went to head to the kitchen when the upstairs light flicked on.
“Spock, is that you?” his wife’s voice called out before she appeared at the top of the stairs. When she saw him she sighed, “It’s past eleven. I was in REM sleep and you know how difficult it is for me to achieve all stages of sleep.”
“I apologize, T’Pring. I was just discharged from the emergency room,” Spock told her, coming to stand at the bottom of the stairs. He held up his arm to show the cast on his wrist.
“I see. Please sleep in one of the guestrooms tonight, I cannot have any more disruptions to my sleep cycles tonight,” T’Pring told him before turning and walking back into their bedroom and shutting the door behind her. Spock sighed again and turned to go feed Orion since he was 100% certain that his wife did not feed him. She had purchased him two years ago to show off to her friends but other than that, did not do anything to care for him. Spock didn’t mind, Orion had taken to him immediately and Spock considered him to be more of his cat anyway.
He fed Orion and quietly made his way to the guestroom he used most frequently and already had some extra clothes and toiletries in. Spock took his watch and wedding ring out of his pants pocket and place it on the nightstand before dressing in his pajamas. He got underneath the covers and sat against the headboard of the bed and picked up his phone. He quickly sent a short text to Jim, thanking him again for keeping him company at the hospital. Jim replied almost immediately.
Jim: You’re welcome! Maybe when u need the cast changed I can keep u company again :)
Spock: That would be pleasant, however that will not be for another couple weeks. I would like to see you before then.
Jim: I’d like that 2! Are u free tomorrow afternoon?
Jim: Ignore, that…its to soon. Is it?
Spock smiled at his phone.
Spock: Does that diner near the hospital serve waffles all day?
Jim: :) yes! How bout we there @ 2ish? Is that cool?
Spock: I shall see you at 2, Jim.
Spock: :)
Jim: :) :) :) see you then!
Spock knew that he was married…not happily, but still. He long suspected that T’Pring was having an extramarital affair and did not feel bad in the slightest for wanting to see Jim again. Their marriage was…complicated.
He placed his phone on the bedside table and laid down, closing his eyes and thinking of Jim’s bright blue eyes and smile.