"He's gay, Jim."

Jim sat there, frozen faced, eyes still.  Bones swirled  the brandy in the bottom of his glass, watching the 
light play upon the surface of the liquid.  After about ten seconds, the silence had stretched too long, and 
he looked up into the face of his dearest friend.

He saw a man struggling to find words, stunned and disbelieving.  Almost.  The eyes blinked, once, then 
Jim ran his tongue across his suddenly dry lips.  The gears started back into life again, and the brain 
reassembled some coherent thought.

"Your …*girlfriend*….is a man?

McCoy's mouth twisted wryly.  "Well," he drawled, "I don't actually think of  him as my *girlfriend*, but 
when you asked me who she was…well…." He gave a short, not-humorous chuckle.  "I couldn't think of 
another way to tell you, right then.  So," he looked squarely at Kirk again, "put me out of misery here. 
What are you thinking?" 

Jim blinked again.  "I'm…..surprised.  I think.  Um, you've never said you like, err, men, Bones.  Never." 
Jim still looked as if a wall had fallen on him.  But trying very , very hard to recover.  "Since when have 
you liked other guys, Bones?  And, who *is* he?"

McCoy smiled a small smile, Jim's confused babbling much more preferable to the silence proceeding his 
little announcement.  It wasn't a standing ovation, but at least the guy hadn't laughed, or thrown him out 
the door.  Yet.  God, he was nervous inside.  He'd been waiting for the right time, but who knew what 
'right time' was?  Not this old country doctor. 

He did some 'lip licking' of his own, then drew a deep breath. 

"Always, Jim boy, always.  Just never let anyone know.  'Course, my wife knew.  Eventually." McCoy 
looked down at his boots, crossed at the ankles in front of him.

"Jesus."  Kirk's eyes were wide.  "Was that the reason….?"  He couldn't bring himself to finish his 
question.

"Yup, not the hospital, not my workload.  Not anything but plain ol' difference of opinion.  She's not the 
type to greet the news with open arms, I'm afraid.  Not that I was seeing men.  No, I had chosen my 
marriage happily, and I loved her, I would have stayed with her forever, but…" he sighed.  "When I told 
her, she just couldn't cope with *knowing* , she said.  Said it frightened her, that she didn't know me 
anymore.  And didn't want to know me anymore."

Shocked silence again hit the room.

"Oh, God, Bones.  That's….I'm so sorry." Jim looked appalled at the Doctor, sitting tense and still 
opposite him.  "I had no idea…"

"No, well, you weren't meant to.  No-one was.  Nothin' like gettin' your fingers burnt once, teaches you 
real fast." He looked up and offered Jim a small smile, trying to take the sting away. "But I guess, I'm 
getting older Jim, time's passing.  I wanted to try, at least, to find some happiness again, you know?"

"Yeah, Bones, I do.  Well,…good for you.  Very good in fact." Jim straightened up, looking like a man 
with an idea, and maybe a damn good one.

"So, would you like to keep who this guy is a secret?  It's OK, I don't mind, you know, I'll understand if 
you want to take your time with this…"

"No, that's OK, it's not gonna be a secret, not from you.  It's Alex O'Riordan  in Life Sciences.  You 
know, tall blonde guy, from Riwa 3.  Green eyes, tattoo on his butt."

Kirk exploded brandy across the table, and had to be thumped on the back by a shyly grinning Doctor. 
When the noise died down, and Jim was painfully wiping tears from his eyes, the door chimed.

What the…?  "Come." Jim croaked hoarsely, and coughed again.

The door slid open and Spock walked into the room.

"Good evening Captain, Dr. McCoy.  I'm sorry to disturb you both off duty,  I won't take up much of your 
time.  Our rendezvous with the Widjinderra has been delayed by 2 days, as they cannot have the vaccines 
ready on time.  Apparently they have  had an accident in their laboratory, and several days worth of the 
stock they had produced were lost.  They send their apologies, and wanted to let you know immediately so 
Dr. McCoy's own schedule could be freed up for the relief team preparation."

As he spoke, Jim got out of his chair and approached the Vulcan, standing straight and formal during his 
report.  Jim made his way in front of Spock, then looked him in the eyes calmly.  His hand reached out, 
and clasped the Vulcan's in his own.

"Why don't you join us Spock?  Bones and I were just having the most interesting conversation." He 
reached up with his other hand and held out two fingers.

Spock stood immobile for four seconds, while he calculated the possible reasons his mate might have for 
this sudden desire to share knowledge of their relationship with the Doctor.  Not having come to any 
conclusion, he decided that once again, a Jim Kirk hunch had appeared.  He trusted those hunches.  His 
own fingers rose and joined with Jim's, and they both turned to McCoy.

"Really," thought Spock.  "Human's make themselves look quite undignified when they leave their 
mouths open like that."

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