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i think i'll keep you (like a secret) by hoosierbitch (PG-13/teen)
Fandom: STAR TREK REBOOT
Pairing: Jim/Bones
Length: ~3,500
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hoosierbitch
Author Website: Hoosierbitch’s Star Trek tag on LJ
Why this must be read:
Another Academy fic, this is a heart-wrenching character study of Jim through Bones’ eyes that is devastating in its honesty. Both men here are wounded and damaged by their lives, but find something in each other – Jim someone to confess his darkest secrets to, Bones someone to care for in the aftermath of his painful divorce. Along the way, they fall in love and maybe even heal each other a little. This story is sweet and affecting and will bring a tear to your eye.
I love every single thing this writer produces, even in fandoms I’m not even interested in – I hope you’ll explore her other works as well (because in addition to bringing the poignant, she writes some smoking-hot smut as well).
Jim tells him secrets when Len’s too tired to talk. Or when he’s on his way out the door, or about to take a call from home – whenever there’s no chance at all that Len could follow up on it, force him to say anything more than the precise sentences that he delivers in hushed, careful whispers. Every secret is a test to see how Leonard will react. And he knows that, even if Jim doesn’t, and is as gentle with Jim as he can manage.
My stepdad was a mean drunk, he says before tossing Len the boot he’d been searching for and slipping out the door. My brother OD’d when I was fourteen when they walk out onto the quad after class, if Pike hadn’t pulled some strings for me my criminal record would have kept me out of Starfleet, and then finally one night when Len isn’t nearly as drunk as Jim thinks he is I think my mother blames me.
Jim sends his mother a card on every major holiday and a hand-made one on her birthday. Records short messages and scrawls a generic note and sticks them in the mail with a shrug and a grin, a nonverbal maybe this time, she’ll write back.
Jim’s the loudest, bravest, most alive person Len’s ever met. And sometimes also the most innocent. I think my mother blames me, he’d said, without a hint of confusion or blame or anger in his voice. Like he was confessing a truth that was too old for him to be ashamed of anymore.
i think i'll keep you (like a secret) on LJ
Pairing: Jim/Bones
Length: ~3,500
Author on LJ:
hoosierbitchAuthor Website: Hoosierbitch’s Star Trek tag on LJ
Why this must be read:
Another Academy fic, this is a heart-wrenching character study of Jim through Bones’ eyes that is devastating in its honesty. Both men here are wounded and damaged by their lives, but find something in each other – Jim someone to confess his darkest secrets to, Bones someone to care for in the aftermath of his painful divorce. Along the way, they fall in love and maybe even heal each other a little. This story is sweet and affecting and will bring a tear to your eye.
I love every single thing this writer produces, even in fandoms I’m not even interested in – I hope you’ll explore her other works as well (because in addition to bringing the poignant, she writes some smoking-hot smut as well).
Jim tells him secrets when Len’s too tired to talk. Or when he’s on his way out the door, or about to take a call from home – whenever there’s no chance at all that Len could follow up on it, force him to say anything more than the precise sentences that he delivers in hushed, careful whispers. Every secret is a test to see how Leonard will react. And he knows that, even if Jim doesn’t, and is as gentle with Jim as he can manage.
My stepdad was a mean drunk, he says before tossing Len the boot he’d been searching for and slipping out the door. My brother OD’d when I was fourteen when they walk out onto the quad after class, if Pike hadn’t pulled some strings for me my criminal record would have kept me out of Starfleet, and then finally one night when Len isn’t nearly as drunk as Jim thinks he is I think my mother blames me.
Jim sends his mother a card on every major holiday and a hand-made one on her birthday. Records short messages and scrawls a generic note and sticks them in the mail with a shrug and a grin, a nonverbal maybe this time, she’ll write back.
Jim’s the loudest, bravest, most alive person Len’s ever met. And sometimes also the most innocent. I think my mother blames me, he’d said, without a hint of confusion or blame or anger in his voice. Like he was confessing a truth that was too old for him to be ashamed of anymore.
i think i'll keep you (like a secret) on LJ