Title: Can't Get Much Clearer
Pairing: McCoy/Kirk (minor Spock/Uhura, Sulu/Chekov)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count (Without lyrics): 2,077 for this first part
Warnings: It's a bit crack, and a bit not. Really, it's only an excuse to somehow work music lyrics into the fic. . Also. New writer for Trek, so there's that too. Some of the characters may end up being a bit OOC, so I apologize in advance if I offend anyone. Please excuse the strangeness or clichéness of any songs, It's my personal taste in music, and I adore Nickelback, soooo yeah. This is my first attempt at writing porn/smut, so I apologize if it's terrible!
Summary: Kirk is hoping to get the senior officers to bond, so he suggests the brilliant idea of karaoke. Of course, since this is James Kirk we're talking about, it spirals out from there. The rest of the crew gets involved; there are confessions of feelings through song lyrics, and in the end, some very happy endings. I suck at summaries, I hope the fic is better then the summary makes it out to be.

Author's Note: This was intended as a short little one shot to get it out of my system, but it morphed, as my fics tend to. Anyway, it got deeper then I planned to. –fidgets- Yeah.


Leonard McCoy groaned, eying the other senior officers gathered in one of the recreation rooms with a wary eye. For the most part, they all looked eager to participate in this torturous exercise that Jim Kirk had planned and basically ordered them all to attend. Something about 'bonding' or some other shit like that. Spock was the only one who looked less then eager, but for Bones knew, the green blooded hobgoblin could be over the moon, and he wouldn't fucking know it. Kirk bounded into the room, and the doctor couldn't help it, his eyes automatically tracked the vibrant ball of energy that was James T. Kirk. Somehow, the captain had roped all of them into karoke. What the hell was up with that? Jim of course, had been smart enough to get Bones plenty plastered before he sprang it on him, knowing he was a hell of a lot more likely to agree when drunk on his ass.

So that was how he'd found himself sitting in the room right now, Chekov on one side, Scotty on the other. Both were fairly vibrating with excitement. Chekov of course, practically hero-worshiped the captain, hanging on to his every word and look, doing everything he could to please his idol. Scotty on the other hand, probably saw this as another opportunity to get the crew to drink that stuff he called alcohol from the not quite so secret still in Engineering. Bones snorted, and took another long sip from his hipflask, eyes still tracking Jim as he leaned over and tapped away at the controls. "Weeeeell." The captain drawled, briefly making eye contact with his CMO before his gaze skittered away. He was practically bouncing on his heels in excitement. "I'm sure all of you know how this works. Soooooo someone go?" His big blue eyes pleaded with the other six in the room.

The main bridge crew was there, all seven of them. Kirk, Spock, Scotty, McCoy, Sulu, Chekov, and Uhura. Idly, Bones wondered if Nyota minded being the only female among the often testosterone fueled group, with the exception of Spock. He doubted the Vulcan even knew the meaning of the word testosterone. (Well, anything other then the dictionary definition at least.) Of course, she was gracefully sliding to her feet with a small sigh. "I suppose I shall begin." Really, she was spending too much time with Spock, if that was how she was speaking now. Though, it was much more enjoyable to listen to the words in her beautifully musical voice then Spock's carefully measured tones.

Bones glanced at the flask in his hand. He'd probably drank more then half of it already, and his thoughts were beginning to slur together, though his words weren't. Not that they would until he was really, truly hammered, having built up quite a bit of tolerance since the divorce. He pushed thoughts of Jocelyn from his mind, instead focusing on Uhura, who had begun to sing, her eyes focused solely on her Vulcan, not deviating one inch.

You found me
When no one else was lookin'
How did you know just where I would be?
Yeah, you broke through
All of my confusion
The ups and the downs
And you still didn't leave
I guess that you saw what nobody could see
You found me

Growing weary of Chekov's incessant chattering, Bones levered himself from the chair, and made his way across the room to drop down next to his best friend. "Let me guess, early twenty-first century music?" He drawled, not looking at the blonde beside him. He could tell Jim was grinning however. "Hell yeah. It was classic back then." Bones rolled his eyes, instead glancing at the First Officer, whose hands were trembling slightly, if you knew what to look for. He smirked. Apparently, the Vulcan wasn't immune to the sexy voice of his mate. He went to take another long swallow from his flask as Uhura quickly fled back to her seat, a blush staining her face as the crew catcalled and clapped for her. It wasn't just the bridge crew, though they formed the main core of the people. Other had wandered in, drawn by the sound of Nyota's lovely voice. As Scotty jumped to his feet, words tumbling out with an almost indistinguishable Scottish accent, Bones quietly got to his feet and left the room, headed for his quarters.

Once he'd refilled the flask with more whiskey, Bones leaned heavily against the wall. He couldn't stand sitting next to Jim for that long, not now that he'd finally admitted to himself his feelings for his best friend. Sitting that close, pressed thigh to thigh, was killing him. Bones sighed, head dropping to stare at the floor. It was kind of pathetic if you thought about it. He was a grown man, thirty-one years old for chrissakes. Jim was twenty-five, six whole years younger then him, and had never shown any signs of being anything other then blatantly heterosexual.

For years, he'd shared a room with the kid who was anything but a kid, had to suffer through walking on him and another one of his conquests, forced to head out to the library until he was reasonably sure she was gone. Then go back to what was sure to be a broadly grinning Kirk; blissfully unaware of the vise he put his best friend's heart in every time he forced him to witness another conquest. Bones had never been able to quite manage the conversation with Jim, afraid that as soon as he did, Jim would laugh in face, and their friendship would never be the same. Instead, he was regulated to watch from afar, and drown his sorrows in whiskey and bourbon, like a worthless drunk and a walking cliché. Talk about pathetic.

Dragging himself from his maudlin thoughts, and now armed with more alcohol, Bones made his way back towards the rec room, only to find Chekov singing some sort of love song (or at least he assumed it was a love song judging from the blissful expression on Sulu's face) in Russian. Jim beckoned Bones back over to where he was sitting up against the wall, surrounded by people. The crowd's grown since he left. "Where'd you disappear to Bones?" Jim asked, reclining gracefully. "More whiskey." He replied gruffly, resisting the urge to leave and ago to Sickbay and do something useful, like make his way through that paperwork that kept piling up.

Jim snorted, then turned back to the blonde beside him, once again twisting Bones' heart up into a little ball. Chekov's finished now, and makes a beeline straight for Sulu, and slids down beside the Asian man, their thighs touching and clasping hands. It's touching, and exactly what Bones does not want to see. He tipped back the flask, hoping the whiskey will quell what's going on. He didn't need to explain why he suddenly bolted from the room, or why he was staring at Chekov and Sulu with unabashed longing. Oh, not for them, but for what they had. How did one explain being in love with one's completely heterosexual best friend? Especially when that friend was James T. Kirk? Oh sure, half the galaxy was in love with him, Jim would probably just take it in stride as his due, but Bones wasn't interested in simply being another conquest. He'd rather being lovelorn then feeling sick and ashamed after sleeping with – no, fucking, since Jim wasn't the type for gentleness – Jim.

But then, of course, there was a little voice inside him begging him to take a chance, let go of that fucking caution for just one freaking minute and take a chance. The whole fucking codependency thing they had had to count for something, didn't it?

Bones knew he was going to regret this in the morning, but he couldn't quite bring himself to care. Maybe it was the alcohol talking, but he found himself levering out of his seat where he was sprawled across the floor with Jim, and walking towards where they'd been singing. He refused to glance over his shoulder to look at the expressions of those behind him, knowing that as soon as he did, he'd dart right back into that seat, alcohol and lowered inhibitions be damned. The song wasn't exactly the type of music he liked, or listened to, or what any of them would probably like (With the exception of Jim, one never knew with that boy) but the lyrics were too goddamn perfect.

Hands on the mirror, can't get much clearer
Can't make this all go away
Now that you're bleeding you stare at the ceiling
Watch as it all fades away

Bones knew he didn't have the greatest voice, contrary what Jim might tell him in one of his drunker moods. Sometimes he'd mumble about 'southern accents' and 'drawls', but by that time was pretty smashed, so Bones tended to disregard any and all sayings of the great and mighty Jim Kirk when he was that far into his beer. He avoided looking at Jim, knowing that as soon as he did, he'd break down completely.

From what you do, because of you
You know I can't be there
Each time that you call
I swore not to come, but I m here after all
I know by the look that I see in your eye
I won't stand around and I won't watch you die
From what you do, because of you

When Jim felt Bones heave himself to his feet, (acting like it was such a trial) it had startled him. He hadn't really expected his best friend to sing, it was such an unBoneslike activity. But once he'd started, Jim hadn't been able to peel his eyes away. The song wasn't the type he would have pegged for one that the doctor would have chosen, but at the same time, it oddly fit him.

What you do, what you do
What's become of you?
What you do, what you do
What's become of...?

The room that had started out empty of all but the seven senior bridge officers had quickly filled once word had spread, and it was frankly a bit terrifying. Bones still couldn't quite believe that he was doing this. The whiskey must have been stronger then he thought it was, or something like that. He didn't even frankly know what he was going. He'd promised himself that he'd never tell Jim, but if Jim didn't feel it to, he could probably throw this off as simply friendship.


Now that you did this, you ask for forgiveness
Doctor could you be my priest
You say you're mistaken, but look what you've taken
You laugh as you lie through your teeth

Jim thought that Bones couldn't have picked a more appropriate song, but he still felt like there was something missing. Bones wasn't the type to get up and simply do this because he wanted to – there had to be a reason behind it. That however, seemed to escape the captain at this point. He was content to simply stare at Bones, listening to that sexy drawl of his voice as he began to get more into what he was singing.


From what you do, because of you
You know I can't be there
Each time that you call
I swore not to come, but I m here after all
I know by the look that I see in your eye
I won't stand around and I won't watch you die
From what you do, because of you

He hadn't meant to, but as his gaze scanned the room, trying not to land on anyone in particular, his eyes locked onto the clear blue of the captain's. A slight flush began to spread down the back of his neck, and Bones did his best to stifle the growing warmth across his face. No need to make a complete ass of himself in front of the crew, well, more then he already had by standing up in front of them and singing ridiculously.


What you do, what you do
What's become of you?
What you do, what you do
What's become of...?
From what you do...

It hit him like a load of bricks when their eyes met, and Jim couldn't breathe. Bones was singing to him. How could he have missed it, the lyrics were just too godamn perfect to be about anyone else. His heart jumped to his throat, and he couldn't move, not even to look away from the now blushing Bones. He was panicking, that much was clear to the one who knew him inside out and backwards, though he'd somehow missed this.


Hands on the mirror, can't get much clearer
Can't make this all go away
Now that you're bleeding you stare at the ceiling
And watch as it all fades away

He was a doctor, not a circus performer godamn it, but that hadn't stopped him from standing up here. He saw the exact moment when realization hit Jim, and it was all he could do to stop himself from bolting. The rest of the crew didn't quite understand what was going on, but the 'family unit' that had become so much a part of his ad Jim's life had figured it out. A look of confusion spread across Sulu's face, but in Uhura's and Chekov's, Bones was surprised to find joy. For him.

From what you do, because of you
You know I can't be there
Each time that you call
I swore not to come, but I m here after all
I know by the look that I see in your eye
I won't stand around and I won't watch you die
From what you do, because of you

Jim knew the moment the song ended that Bones would be off like a shot, not even the copious amount of alcohol he'd consumed being enough to stop him. And the moment Bones did, Jim was also off like a rocket, only up for the makeshift. He could see in Bones' eyes the panic at what he'd done really sinking in, and when Scotty stopped him at the door, Jim only could spare a moment of empathy for his best friend – and more.

He'd always been more to Jim, though he'd never exactly realized what more really meant until Bones had mounted that makeshift stage and basically laid his heart on the line to Jim. And it was only fair to return the favor.


Lyrics in this bit are credited to Kelly Clarkson and Nickelback. Uhura's song is You Found Me by Kelly Clarkson, and Bones' is Because of You by Nickelback (Which is my inspiration for my longer fic, also called Because of You. I'm just weird like that.