My edge is not off.

So, this fic would basically be an AU set around 2015. Bones, Jim, and Scotty go to the same university in Atlanta and rent an apartment together to cut cost. Scotty, a genius in his field of engineering, decides to build the engine of a machine he believes can send people to space more effectively than a rocket. To keep the machine safe and work on it in an environment than won't raise too many questions, Scotty leaves it in an abandoned storage unit where he and Jim can work on it together.

Bones swears that he doesn't want to be a part of it, that he's to swamped with med classes and he's studying to be a doctor anyways, not a rocket scientist. However, curiosity gets the better of him, so when Scotty and Jim tell him that the machine is finished, and they've even fashioned a little craft, he decides to go with them to see the finished product. What Bones doesn't know is that Scotty and Jim have wired the entire craft to the mechanism as kind of a joke, fully believing the machine won't actually be capable of flight, let alone going out into space. After all, they're just a couple of grad students dicking around with a machine. However, there are other forces at work, forces that they could never dream of. Bones jokingly goes inside the craft and buckles himself in.

When he takes out his phone to snap a picture for his girlfriend, his elbow hits the accelerator button of the craft. It shouldn't do anything, of course. The machine hasn't powered on, and Scotty and Jim have safety measures in place. Despite this, however, the moment Bones's arm hits that button, the entire craft disappeared with him in it.

For hours Bones feels nothing but weightlessness and disassociation, as though he is floating in a static state between sleep and wakefulness. When Bones finally regains consciousness, the first thing he notices is the arid heat. There is sand beneath his hands, so fine it's almost soft to the touch. When Bones is able to stand and look around to see where he lands, he finds the 'ship' not far from him, crumpled into a smoldering heap of garbage. He could have believed he was on earth, perhaps blown to some country with a desert, If it wasn't for the copper colored sky above or the unnatural heat that pressed against him like a weight. Bones walks and walks across this endless desert, until he hears the familiar muted tap of feet against the sand. when he turns around there are three men, well, not men exactly, but close enough for him to call them that. Their ears are pointed, and when their lips curl into identical feral smiles he can see their teeth have been sharpened to points as well. The two on the side have long braided hair, while the one in the center merely has his pulled back. They are covered in tattoos, piercings adorning those pointed ears. The metal isn't gold, though, but a dark color closest in tone to silver. Bones knows there is nowhere to run, but the urge overtakes him.

the feeling of danger in his gut is so strong that running is all Bones can do to stop a panic attack. He only manages to run for all of five seconds, however, before strong hands grab him. Bones is taking to a small city, once beautiful but quite obviously marred by violence. Though they speak in a strange language, their gestures and body language are enough for Bones to realize one thing- he must find a way to make himself useful. The opportunity comes more quickly than Bones would have thought. There are many wounded in the city, and despite their vastly different biology Bones pieces together the tools he needs to heal them. After all, they are similar enough to humans in Bones's mind. When they realize that Bones can heal, they take him to a secluded part of what he can only describe as the city's fortress. Therein lies a young man, a prisoner named Spock who is apparently too dangerous to be kept with the others.

As Bones tries to help Spock, learning bits and pieces of the difficult vulcan language along the way, he begins to realize that the 'medicine' Bones has been given to administer is a slow-acting poison. With each dose, spock's madness grows. Slowly, so as not to arouse suspicion, Bones begins to lower the dose of the poison, until Spock's madness wears away. To both of their frustration, neither can understand one another well enough to tell their respective stories.