johngrimmm

jim asking a stranger for a light and they do, but when he lights up his cigarette they offer him the standard “smoking will kill you, you know”

and jim just gives them a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes, and tells them that was what his doctor used to tell him.

but his doctor is long gone now, and if all it takes is a cigarette or two to see him again, jim’ll smoke till his lungs stop.

kirkringle

can we all just gather around and talk about this picture of karl urban

vulcannic

while we’re at it, lets talk about this picture too

annabella-p

so the scene where bones sees jim’s body actually makes a lot more sense if you assume that communications to sickbay were down at the time (which certainly wouldn’t be unreasonable, given all the damage the enterprise had taken)

first, it explains why bones wouldn’t have been there when jim died

and second, it would explain how horrified and stunned bones looked when he opened the body bag—he didn’t know jim had died until he saw the body on the table

mirrorversemckirk

i wonder if after bones dies, everytime jim does something stupid or fucks something up he just says to himself “dammit jim” and starts laughing until the laughs turn into uncontrollable tears because he realizes he will never hear bones say those words again

johngrimmm

"Bones, we need to go home."

He’s said this twice already.

Bones doesn’t move.

"It’s going to rain, Bones." Jim crouches down next to the doctor, pressing a kiss to his hair. "We can come back tomorrow, if you want, but we need to go now."

They won’t, but the words seem to get Bones moving and by the time the first raindrop falls, they’re both on their feet again.

"I just," It takes every bit of Jim’s will to not turn away as Bones wipes away a tear, but he manages it, and then he pulls the older man closer, feeling his shake as Jim’s arms close around him. "I just can’t accept she’s gone."

"I know, Bones. I know." Jim kisses Bones’ hair again, pulling him closer, half to comfort Bones and half to hide his own tears in the man’s neck.

They stand there in the rain with soaked suits and rain running down their faces.

Then, with one last look at the headstone, they leave.

Joanna McCoy

Beloved Daughter

2006-2013