Put an X Where I Lost My Way Author:
Star Trek Reboot/ Star Trek TOS Pairing/Category:
sex, self-cest, very possibly AU Disclaimer:
I do not own any of these characters, I do not make money off of doing this. The only thing I'm getting out of this is pure unadulterated creative enjoyment and less hours for me to spend doing my real work. Summary:
They are lost and Chekov can't seem to get them back. Author Note:
beta read by cardiac_logic
who is both wonderful and awesome. Written for st_santa
Chekov thinks about waking up that morning like they’ve done every morning for weeks now, all three of them tangled together on the same bed. He thinks about watching both McCoys fight over just about anything and nothing, thinks about arguing with the older McCoy about why he really, really shouldn’t try growing a beard. He thinks about working on equations in the little back room, cooking dinner together and watching his McCoy work in the garden. He thinks about being happy here, about how he’sstarted to think of this place as home in his own head.
He wants to argue the point, wants to tell McCoy that even if the older version doesn’t need them, he needs this other McCoy too, he needs them both. He doesn’t though, he only lies back in the grass and stares at the endless blue sky.