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SFBB Fic (John&Dorian): One of My Kind MASTER POST

Title: One of My Kind
Author: heavenlyxbodies
Pairing: John&Dorian (epic-bromance)
Rating: PG13
Spoilers: nope
Beta: lanalucy
Feedback: Makes me happy, just play nice
Disclaimer(s) can be found here
Summary: Four years after making it through a deadly special forces mission on Mars, John was the only survivor of a police raid gone wrong. The raid took his leg and put him in a coma he should never have awoken from and taking almost two years of his life. Now back on the force, begrudgingly partnered with an android, Dorian, DRN-167, who’s too close to human for his own good, John’s being asked to go face the very things that changed his life, to follow the man who created and betrayed his partner, and face the crime group, InSyndicate, responsible for the ambush that cost him his team and his leg- all wrapped up in one nice little package over the Wall, which segregates the livable portion of the city and the area overrun by the C24s.


AN1a-c: First off, I want to get down on my knees and grovel my eternal thanks to mialoco and lanalucy for their patience and support. And an extra HUGE thank you to Lana for taking on the beta’ing of this beast even with such a close deadline.
Secondly, to stormbrite thank you, not just for the wonderful art, but for your patience and feedback and encouragement and for restoring my faith in big bang artists. If I haven’t said it enough I love the art, thank you.
And lastly, a huge thank you and hug to our mistress of ceremonies, spikedluv, for running this challenge and for being so amazingly understanding of my medical and r/l problems.
AN2: Obviously I had to play with the dates a bit, but Almost Human is the base fandom here, so the fic’s dates are consistent with the AH timeline as much as possible.


NB: This was really hard for me, and kinda off my beaten path… I’m a slasher- I slash, therefore I am. So, when I started this and realized OMGs this is headed for epic bromance and not slash it kinda freaked me out, but in the end I just follow where the muses lead. But, yeah, out of my comfort zone in a big way. Just, you know, fair warning.

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SFBB Fic (John&Dorian): One of My Kind 1/3

Title: One of My Kind
Author: heavenlyxbodies
Pairing: John&Dorian (epic-bromance)
Rating: PG13
Spoilers: nope
Beta: lanalucy
Feedback: Makes me happy, just play nice
Disclaimer(s) can be found here
Summary: Four years after making it through a deadly special forces mission on Mars, John was the only survivor of a police raid gone wrong. The raid took his leg and put him in a coma he should never have awoken from and taking almost two years of his life. Now back on the force, begrudgingly partnered with an android, Dorian, DRN-167, who’s too close to human for his own good, John’s being asked to go face the very things that changed his life, to follow the man who created and betrayed his partner, and face the crime group, InSyndicate, responsible for the ambush that cost him his team and his leg- all wrapped up in one nice little package over the Wall, which segregates the livable portion of the city and the area overrun by the C24s.


AN1a-c: First off, I want to get down on my knees and grovel my eternal thanks to mialoco and lanalucy for their patience and support. And an extra HUGE thank you to Lana for taking on the beta’ing of this beast even with such a close deadline.
Secondly, to stormbrite thank you, not just for the wonderful art, but for your patience and feedback and encouragement and for restoring my faith in big bang artists. If I haven’t said it enough I love the art, thank you.
And lastly, a huge thank you and hug to our mistress of ceremonies, spikedluv, for running this challenge and for being so amazingly understanding of my medical and r/l problems.
AN2: Obviously I had to play with the dates a bit, but Almost Human is the base fandom here, so the fic’s dates are consistent with the AH timeline as much as possible.


NB: This was really hard for me, and kinda off my beaten path… I’m a slasher- I slash, therefore I am. So, when I started this and realized OMGs this is headed for epic bromance and not slash it kinda freaked me out, but in the end I just follow where the muses lead. But, yeah, out of my comfort zone in a big way. Just, you know, fair warning.

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SFBB Fic (John&Dorian): One of My Kind 2/3

Title: One of My Kind
Author: heavenlyxbodies
Pairing: John&Dorian (epic-bromance)
Rating: PG13
Spoilers: nope
Beta: lanalucy
Feedback: Makes me happy, just play nice
Disclaimer(s) can be found here
Summary: Four years after making it through a deadly special forces mission on Mars, John was the only survivor of a police raid gone wrong. The raid took his leg and put him in a coma he should never have awoken from and taking almost two years of his life. Now back on the force, begrudgingly partnered with an android, Dorian, DRN-167, who’s too close to human for his own good, John’s being asked to go face the very things that changed his life, to follow the man who created and betrayed his partner, and face the crime group, InSyndicate, responsible for the ambush that cost him his team and his leg- all wrapped up in one nice little package over the Wall, which segregates the livable portion of the city and the area overrun by the C24s.

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SFBB Fic (John&Dorian): One of My Kind 3/3

Title: One of My Kind
Author: heavenlyxbodies
Pairing: John&Dorian (epic-bromance)
Rating: PG13
Spoilers: nope
Beta: lanalucy
Feedback: Makes me happy, just play nice
Disclaimer(s) can be found here
Summary: Four years after making it through a deadly special forces mission on Mars, John was the only survivor of a police raid gone wrong. The raid took his leg and put him in a coma he should never have awoken from and taking almost two years of his life. Now back on the force, begrudgingly partnered with an android, Dorian, DRN-167, who’s too close to human for his own good, John’s being asked to go face the very things that changed his life, to follow the man who created and betrayed his partner, and face the crime group, InSyndicate, responsible for the ambush that cost him his team and his leg- all wrapped up in one nice little package over the Wall, which segregates the livable portion of the city and the area overrun by the C24s.

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Journey Story Fic (Jim/Bones): New Memories 1/2

Title: New Memories
Author: heavenlyxbodies
Pairing: James T. Kirk/Leonard H. “Bones” McCoy
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: nope
Feedback: Makes me happy, just play nice
Disclaimer(s) can be found here
Beta: the absolutely amazing, patient, and obviously insane lanalucy, anything left is me ignoring her sage advice, or just being grammatically cantankerous. :P
Summary: Jim couldn’t believe it, if someone had told him three months ago, when he’d first broached the idea of the trip to his best-friend, that dragging him three thousand miles cross-country and a few hundred more down the Eastern Seaboard would have resulted in more smiles than he’d witnessed in the entire time they’d known each other, he would’ve either laughed in their faces or possibly orchestrated some ship-wide emergency that required them to return to Earth right then just so he could test the hypothesis.


AN1: It’s not my fault, I swear… it’s theirs!!!
Or to be more precise:
weepingnaiad for the one that started it all
and the one that fed the fire
josephineja for the one where I gave up and started writing in earnest
and the one that gave me an excuse to get Bones naked
the_dala for the one of Chris that really did not help :P~
and the one of Karl that just fueled the damn flames even hotter.
FYI jim_and_bones is a locked comm.
AN2: Okay, so anybody who knows me knows I get downright obsessive over details, like unhealthily so, to the point Arthur has to threaten me to get me to step back and see reason- case in point, I can tell you the exact route including driving distances and exit numbers that the boys take in this fic. I’m also a looooong time trekker, who swore she’d never ship TOS, so when finally giving up and succumbing to the call of AOS Kirk/McCoy I take getting my details right even more seriously- no crossing the streams any more than they already are. Which brings me the reason for this AN… the histories of AOS and TOS Bones are totally fubared imo, and that’s without even trying to take fanon theories into consideration. The simple fact that they both give multiple answers to things makes my world very confusing (Seriously, it’s like trying to keep track of Watson’s wives and bullet wounds!!! Actually, that’s easier.), but anyway, it is a testament to Arthur’s great and far reaching powers that I have thrown caution to the wind and just gone with it, so please forgive anything that doesn’t comply with AOS canon.
AN3: Copperhills, TN and the Burra Burra mining operation are real. And I am well aware that in 200 some odd years the destruction caused from the mining operations would be mostly healed, but damn-it there’s a reason the gods invented poetic license.
Also, for anyone interested this is the car.
AN4: I am not even slightly sorry for using that one phrase- trust me, you’ll know which one.
AN5: Huge thank yous to both mialoco *hugs* for reading over this and encouraging me and to nickygabriel for both running this and generally being supportive.
AN6: Totally unrelated to the fic in any way, shape, or form- why is it that every time I hear/read the term “emotionally compromised Vulcan” I automatically hear Lance Guest talking about being killed a million miles from Earth with “a gung-ho iguana”?

monkiainen created this lovely playlist as part of the journeystory bang/challenge.

~This is the long coming (or posting) of the first part of the New Memories series, and ‘prequel’ to New Beginnings.

~~~*~~~*~~~


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Journey Story Fic (Jim/Bones): New Memories 2/2

Title: New Memories
Author: heavenlyxbodies
Pairing: James T. Kirk/Leonard H. “Bones” McCoy
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: nope
Feedback: Makes me happy, just play nice
Disclaimer(s) can be found here
Beta: the absolutely amazing, patient, and obviously insane lanalucy, anything left is me ignoring her sage advice, or just being grammatically cantankerous. :P
Summary: Jim couldn’t believe it, if someone had told him three months ago, when he’d first broached the idea of the trip to his best-friend, that dragging him three thousand miles cross-country and a few hundred more down the Eastern Seaboard would have resulted in more smiles than he’d witnessed in the entire time they’d known each other, he would’ve either laughed in their faces or possibly orchestrated some ship-wide emergency that required them to return to Earth right then just so he could test the hypothesis.


AN1: It’s not my fault, I swear… it’s theirs!!!
Or to be more precise:
weepingnaiad for the one that started it all
and the one that fed the fire
josephineja for the one where I gave up and started writing in earnest
and the one that gave me an excuse to get Bones naked
the_dala for the one of Chris that really did not help :P~
and the one of Karl that just fueled the damn flames even hotter.
FYI jim_and_bones is a locked comm.
AN2: Okay, so anybody who knows me knows I get downright obsessive over details, like unhealthily so, to the point Arthur has to threaten me to get me to step back and see reason- case in point, I can tell you the exact route including driving distances and exit numbers that the boys take in this fic. I’m also a looooong time trekker, who swore she’d never ship TOS, so when finally giving up and succumbing to the call of AOS Kirk/McCoy I take getting my details right even more seriously- no crossing the streams any more than they already are. Which brings me the reason for this AN… the histories of AOS and TOS Bones are totally fubared imo, and that’s without even trying to take fanon theories into consideration. The simple fact that they both give multiple answers to things makes my world very confusing (Seriously, it’s like trying to keep track of Watson’s wives and bullet wounds!!! Actually, that’s easier.), but anyway, it is a testament to Arthur’s great and far reaching powers that I have thrown caution to the wind and just gone with it, so please forgive anything that doesn’t comply with AOS canon.
AN3: Copperhills, TN and the Burra Burra mining operation are real. And I am well aware that in 200 some odd years the destruction caused from the mining operations would be mostly healed, but damn-it there’s a reason the gods invented poetic license.
Also, for anyone interested this is the car.
AN4: I am not even slightly sorry for using that one phrase- trust me, you’ll know which one.
AN5: Huge thank yous to both mialoco *hugs* for reading over this and encouraging me and to nickygabriel for both running this and generally being supportive.
AN6: Totally unrelated to the fic in any way, shape, or form- why is it that every time I hear/read the term “emotionally compromised Vulcan” I automatically hear Lance Guest talking about being killed a million miles from Earth with “a gung-ho iguana”?

monkiainen created this lovely playlist as part of the journeystory bang/challenge.

~This is the long coming (or posting) of the first part of the New Memories series, and ‘prequel’ to New Beginnings.

~~~*~~~*~~~


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Fic (Jim/Bones): My Finest Christmastime

Title: My Finest Christmastime
Author: heavenlyxbodies
Pairing: Jim/Bones
Rating: PG
Spoilers: nope
Feedback: Makes me happy, just play nice
Disclaimer(s) can be found here (see Fandom(s) I’m Going To Hell For)
Summary: Jim and Bones have a tradition: Christmas consisted of Jim, Bones, a bottle of high-end bourbon, and questionably conceived pizza.

AN1: written for space_wrapped 2014
AN2: So when I started this I had this wonderful idea full of Bones!angst and schmoop, about a paragraph in I must’ve started smoking crack or dropping acid, then it somehow turned into extremely light Jim!angst and a massive helping of schmoop… so, yeah, I have no idea, but there is Jim and Bones and Christmassy stuff and schmoop and of course a happy ending.
AN3: Title is from “Christmas is Here Again” by Roger Whittaker (don’t judge me :P )/lyrics

…still going to special Trekker Hell.

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Fic (Jim/Bones): New Beginnings

Title: New Beginnings
Author: heavenlyxbodies
Pairing: Jim/Bones (AOS)
Rating: PG
Spoilers: nope
Feedback: Makes me happy, just play nice.
Beta: lanalucy, who made time for me even though r/l is being a bitch, and caera1996, who came to my aid at short notice. Thank you both! ♥
Disclaimer(s) can be found here (see Fandom(s) I’m Going To Hell For)
Summary: Leave is coming to an end, but it’s just the beginning for Jim and Bones.

AN1: comment fic in response to j_flattermann’s lovely pic set (i.e. the one where they were too adorable not to!). FYI- jim_and_bones is a locked comm.
AN2: So, in the comments to the aforementioned pic set I said I thought the scene it inspired would be put into the road trip fic, but it didn’t make it. This is however a (hopefully) stand-alone one-off from the road trip fic (New Memories, link forthcoming). It takes place a couple weeks after the road trip fic ends.

…still going to special Trekker Hell.


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Drabble/Ficlet (Jim/Bones): 24hrs

Title: 24hrs
Author: heavenlyxbodies
Pairing: Jim/Bones
Rating: G, PG at the outside
Spoilers: nope
Feedback: Makes me happy, just play nice
Disclaimer(s) can be found here (see Fandom(s) I’m Going To Hell For)
Summary: Wherein Bones has worked a double, Jim is miraculously (almost) on time, and comfort is the order of the day.

AN1: comment fic in response to this pic set. FYI- jim_and_bones is a locked comm.
…still going to special Trekker Hell.


It had been a rough shift. A minor explosion in Engineering- though in Bones’ mind there would never be anything minor about an explosion in the part of this tin can that was supposed to keep it from tumbling helplessly into the abyss or worse, let the abyss come tumbling in- sent half a dozen crew to his sickbay. Thankfully the worst injuries were a couple broken bones and some burns. It still took its toll when he had already been working a double and it was all the more annoying when the reason he was working a double was so he and Jim could have a whole, glorious twenty-four hours to themselves- barring any insane Romulans, genetically enhanced homicidal madmen, or over-aggressive Klingons. Bones entered the ‘Captain’s quarters’, which a few weeks ago began officially doubling as the ‘CMO’s quarters’, and headed straight for the shower. At that moment all he wanted was a shower, a nice glass of bourbon, and Jim curled around him. But Jim wasn’t due to get off shift for another hour and the bourbon could wait.

When Jim arrived a little over an hour later, miraculously having gotten away only about fifteen minutes after his shift technically ended (he had a feeling he had Uhura to thank for that), he found Bones asleep, splayed out on their sofa in the jeans he knew were as much as a comfort to Bones as comfortable on him, a sure sign that he’d had a rough day. Smiling Jim resisted the urge to go kiss Bones’ damp hair, not wanting to wake his lover just yet, instead taking his own detour to the shower.

Bones was awake when Jim came out of the shower just as Jim knew he would be, but he was still laid back, relaxing, watching as Jim stretched and flexed. “See anything you like?” Jim asked playfully as he sauntered over to stand just out of Bones’ reach.

“Somethin’ I’d like a lot more if it was in my lap where it belongs,” Bones answered.

“Why, Dr. McCoy, I believe you’re getting possessive in your old age,” he teased as he straddled Bones’ lap.

Bones ran his hands along Jim’s denim clad thighs and up underneath his hastily thrown on shirt, humming. “No. Always been this way. Just took some puerile captain’s awhile to notice.”

Jim snickered, leaning down to rub their cheeks together softly. “Twenty-four hours, all to ourselves. What do you want to do?”

“A lot,” Bones said mischievously, “but right now, get down here and kiss me.”
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Drabble/Ficlet (Jim/Bones): Smile for Me

Title: Smile for Me
Author: heavenlyxbodies
Pairing: Jim/Bones
Rating: PG
Spoilers: nope
Feedback: Makes me happy, just play nice
Disclaimer(s) can be found here (see Fandom(s) I’m Going To Hell For)
Summary: Bones' smile threatened to get ever-wider, and damn-it all, he was Dr. Leonard H. McCoy and he didn't smile like a giddy child for anyone or anything- he had a reputation to protect after all.

AN1: comment fic in response to this pic set. FYI- jim_and_bones is a locked comm.
…still going to special Trekker Hell.



The auditorium was huge, one of the biggest they'd been invited to. It seemed everyone wanted a piece of the heroes of the Enterprise. Bones didn't mind the attention for the rest of the crew, they deserved it and then some, but he was a doctor, doctors heal, there was nothing heroic or special about that; there was nothing heroic about all the lives he lost.

Nursing his maudlin spirits and his bourbon, Bones stood on the edge of the room avoiding as much of the swarms of people as he could, when a flash caught his eye and he felt himself smile despite himself. Jim was on the opposite side of the auditorium, smiling and lighting up the room. It felt better than he could have imagined, seeing Jim like this- relaxed and happy- after the absolute Hell they'd been through. It was a downright giddy feeling that left Bones unsettled and smiling widely. Before he could embarrass himself he ducked behind a rather out of place potted plant, some sort of large fern that would've looked at home anywhere but here. Still, it was large and leafy and a good place to dissolve into as he watched Jim work the crowd with charm and ease, smile twinkling, the curves of his laugh lines popping out giving him an older air; this was a man who had been through unimaginable hardships and battles, in and out of Starfleet, a man who knew how precious life was and enjoyed it to the fullest, but unlike the Jim Kirk of even 3 years ago this man appreciated every minute of it.

Bones' smile threatened to get ever-wider, and damn-it all, he was Dr. Leonard H. McCoy and he didn't smile like a giddy child for anyone or anything- he had a reputation to protect after all. Focusing on that he grumbled and forced his smile down to a low upturned twitch of his lips, unable to completely fight it down. Looking back up he scanned the crowd, searching for that blazing smile and uncontrollably frustrated when he couldn't find the smile or its owner.

Just then he felt strong arms wrap around him from behind and scruff brushing his neck as lips pressed against a sensitive spot only two people knew about.

"You should smile more," Jim said, nuzzling up and down Bones' neck.

"Hmph," Bones grunted noncommittally.

"You should," Jim insisted nipping at the back of Bones' neck. "Makes you look... charming, like a true Southern gentleman."

Bones only grunted again, but he pushed back into Jim and laid his arm over the ones around his waist. "Don't wan'ta be a gentleman."

Bones felt the smile curl over Jim's lips bright as sunshine with even more warmth.

"Smile for me," Jim whispered, "just for me."

With a small chuckle Bones craned his head to see Jim, flashing him a rare, warm smile. "Let's get out of here, kid."

"Thought you'd never ask," Jim teased, pressing a kiss to his lover's lips. "Mmm, I'm gonna keep you smiling all night long," he promised.

With any luck it would be a long night.