Fic: So Bring the Discrepancies, I'll Pour the Drinks (1/2)

Title: So Bring the Discrepancies, I'll Pour the Drinks
Series: Star Trek XI
Rating: PG-13ish, maybe a very low R for one conversation about one of Jim's sexploits, plus some war time violence. Lots of cursing.
Word Count: 13,134
Summary: There are things we take for granted in other people. Then there are the lies we tell ourselves. This is what happened to Bones when those two things collided.
Notes: Written for les342, as she won my auction in gulf_aid_now! I sincerely hope you like this.

This is a stand alone fic set in its own universe, none of the previous things I've written apply here.

If you want an idea of what you're in for, the most upbeat song on this fic's playlist was "Wonderwall." (I totally make new playlists for everything I write! The one for waterpark is like six days of music!) Bring tissues, is what I'm getting at here.

Title taken from the song "The Army Corps of Architects" by Death Cab for Cutie. Listening to that first will probably also set the tone very well. Also yay finally getting to use my favorite Death Cab song for a fic!

Thanks, as always, to faoi_cheilt and inugrlrayn for the betas/read-throughs.

Anyways, I've rambled enough. Have some fic!

( Like most things in life, it all began with a conversation. )

HOW IS MY POST TOO LARGE? Okay fine, two entries it is.

Fic: So Bring the Discrepancies, I'll Pour the Drinks (1/2)

Title: So Bring the Discrepancies, I'll Pour the Drinks
Series: Star Trek XI
Rating: PG-13ish, maybe a very low R for one conversation about one of Jim's sexploits, plus some war time violence. Lots of cursing.
Word Count: 13,134
Summary: There are things we take for granted in other people. Then there are the lies we tell ourselves. This is what happened to Bones when those two things collided.
Notes: Written for les342, as she won my auction in gulf_aid_now! I sincerely hope you like this.

This is a stand alone fic set in its own universe, none of the previous things I've written apply here.

If you want an idea of what you're in for, the most upbeat song on this fic's playlist was "Wonderwall." (I totally make new playlists for everything I write! The one for waterpark is like six days of music!) Bring tissues, is what I'm getting at here.

Title taken from the song "The Army Corps of Architects" by Death Cab for Cutie. Listening to that first will probably also set the tone very well. Also yay finally getting to use my favorite Death Cab song for a fic!

Thanks, as always, to faoi_cheilt and inugrlrayn for the betas/read-throughs.

Anyways, I've rambled enough. Have some fic!

( Like most things in life, it all began with a conversation. )

HOW IS MY POST TOO LARGE? Okay fine, two entries it is.

Fic: So Bring the Discrepancies, I'll Pour the Drinks (2/2)

I'll just skip all the heading stuff and say "oh hey part two." ::jazz hands::

( If he thought things were bad before, he had no idea what he would be dealing with after their fight. )

Fic: So Bring the Discrepancies, I'll Pour the Drinks (2/2)

I'll just skip all the heading stuff and say "oh hey part two." ::jazz hands::

( If he thought things were bad before, he had no idea what he would be dealing with after their fight. )