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[kaitymccoy123]

Unexpected

Intro: So it’s finally here.  My freaking child I swear.  This is the Bones x male reader that was requested by such a sweet anon I am sorry it took so long.  

Pairing: Bones x male!reader

Word Count: 5,200 (whoops)

Warnings: swearing, lots of kissing, ummm not much else?

Summary: So thanks guys for helping me decide to keep it one big fic because I just think it flows so well together so I apologize for the length (I just went with this one to the ends of the earth I couldn’t stop myself). 

ALSO: This is my first time writing a decidedly male reader so please be gentle.  I absolutely adore this fic and everything about so I hope it’s alright and the reader came off as male, I tried really hard.  <3

ALSO (p.t. 2): While I was writing the embarrassing story that the reader tells in the middle of this fic (you can’t miss it) I was channeling my best friend so I kinda wrote it how she would tell a story like that, so hopefully it makes sense. 

-Enjoy!-

It started with an accidental kiss. 

It was a night you couldn’t really remember that well, but from what you do remember, you had passed out behind a control panel in the engineering room, with no idea how you got there.  Your drunk ass had been found by none other than Dr. Leonard McCoy, who was looking for Scotty, but had found you instead.  And this was all well and good except for the fact that you were a handsy drunk and had had a major, life-altering crush on the grumpy southern doctor. 

Leonard had carried your hammered ass back to your quarters, put a cup of water beside your bed and made you promise to come see him in the morning. When he was satisfied that you didn’t have alcohol poisoning and weren’t going to choke on your own tongue, he leaned over you to pull at the blankets of your bed.  And for some stupid reason you had reached up, wrapped your hands around the back of his head, and pulled his mouth to yours.  It was a drunken, stupid kiss, all sloppy and clumsy, but, and you couldn’t say much for your memory thanks to the tequila shots, you felt him reciprocate, if only for a moment, before he pulled away.  He looked down at you for a moment, a hard set to his eyes and mouth, before turning and abruptly walking out of your room. 

Leonard had barely looked at you the next day when you showed up in the medbay like he asked.  You couldn’t stop staring at his mouth as he asked you a few questions, and when you said you felt fine except for the normal hangover headache and tiredness, he dismissed you. 

“Damnit, Jim!  I did the best I could with what I had!  How do you not understand that?!” Leonard was screaming at Captain Kirk in front of the entire Bridge crew. 

This was one of the few times you had actually been on the Bridge, and you instantly wanted to crawl back to the engineering room and hide behind the familiar processors and boilers.  But unfortunately you were involved with the away mission disaster that had just occurred, and you were supposed to be debriefed by Captain Kirk himself when it had turned into more of a screaming match between him and Leonard. 

“Bones, you have never left a man behind like that.  Ever.” Kirk was fuming, pulling himself out of his chair and stalking over to Leonard, “Why the hell couldn’t you get him out of there?”

“I already told you, Jim, he wasn’t going to make it out of there alive.  I made an informed decision, knowing that mine and Lieutenant Y/L/N’s best shot was to get the hell out of there before that monster came back.  There was nothing more to be done.”

Kirk strode up to Leonard so they were face-to-face and you instinctively stepped forward, your hand on your phaser protectively, but the movement aggravated the injury you had sustained to your shoulder, and you winced. Leonard gave you half a side glance before turning his angry gaze back to the fuming Captain. 

“We could have beamed you out.” Kirk argued. 

“And by the time that would have been ready we would have been turned into chopped liver.” You interjected, both men turning to you, looking at you like they had just suddenly remembered you were there, “Captain, there was no time to call up to the ship, the monster was right on our tail.”

You were stuck in a staring match between the two men, but you held your ground, “Dr. McCoy did everything he could for Ensign Riley, but his injuries were critical even to my untrained eyes, so we made a decision, a collective, logical decision to get out while we still could.”

“Sir.” You added for good measure, your heart ramming in your chest at the sudden confrontation. 

Kirk looked away, processing the information, but Leonard continued to stare you down, his glare forceful and questioning, making you look away. 

“Alright.  Well we will certainly be discussing this later, but in the meantime I have a ship to run.  You are both dismissed.” Kirk turned without so much as another glance in your and Leonard’s direction, and sat down in his chair. 

Leonard started moving before you did, making a bee-line for the turbolift, and you followed, stepping into the lift at the same time.  You stood silently across from him, pressing the heel of your hands into the railing, the memory of your drunken kiss, however fuzzy, suddenly replaying in your mind over and over.  

And then Leonard McCoy was kissing you.

Hands had found their way around your sides, sliding around to your back, and his lips were on yours.  You were so shocked that you had barely enough time to kiss him back, suddenly more sober than you had ever been in your life, and you were just leaning into him when the lift halted and he pulled away abruptly. And then he was stalking down the hall at such an insane speed that you would have thought he was running.  

You stayed for a moment in the lift, catching your breath and trying to clear the haze of longing from your brain.  And then a stab of pain from your shoulder brought you back to reality.  You needed to head to the medbay to get fixed up, by the doctor that had just made out with you in the lift.  

You stepped out of the lift, knees wobbling slightly, and made your way to the medbay, anxious and unsure of what you were going to meet when you got there.  

You had questions.  So many questions.

So you ignored your aching shoulder for a moment, and stalked over to knock on Leonard’s office door, and he flung it open, looking very exasperated and even annoyed at your presence, and it made you a little angry. 

“What the hell was that?” You spat and he pulled you by your arm into his office. 

As soon as the door closed you found yourself pressed up against it, Leonard’s body pinning you to the surface and his mouth crushed against yours in a desperate kiss.  You gasped against his lips and lost all inhibitions.  Digging your hands into his hair, you kissed him back, finally able to throw your heart and soul into the kiss, and you met the almost bruising pressure of his lips. Leonard’s fingers slid back to your spine, cushioning you from the force with which he was pressing you against the door, before sliding up to your shoulders to hold you closer.  

A sudden jolt of pain snapped your brain back into your skull and you yelped as his fingers pressed at your shoulders, unknowing, or forgetting about your injury.  You threw all your force into your hands and pushed him off you.  He wasn’t expecting it and he flew back, nearly stumbling.  

You cradled your injured arm, gasping at the pain, but also from the sudden sensation of the kiss, which had left you breathless.  Leonard looked at you with a mix of hurt and confusion, and you wanted to step forward and apologize, but the pain in your shoulder was too great. 

“O-okay.  That was great and all, but it feels like my shoulder is being torn apart from the inside out so I would appreciate some medical care for a minute.” You gasped, your tone a little rougher than you would have liked, but it damn hurt. 

“Sorry, of course.” Leonard responded, snapping instantly into doctor mode, which almost made you laugh because of the state of his hair that your fingers had just been locked in.  

He led you by your uninjured arm out into the medbay, moving into one of the rooms and closing the door behind him.  He instantly began scanning you with a tricorder as you moved to sit on the edge of the biobed, and you could do nothing but stare at him as he worked.  You had no words for what just happened, and apparently neither did he. 

He told you you needed to take off your shirt to get better access at the wound, and you barely breathed while he helped you out of it.  

“Looks like a ligament tear, not too hard to fix, luckily.” Leonard mumbled, and you watched his eye pointedly not look at your bare chest.  

“Thanks.” You nodded and let him fix you up. 

Several minutes later you were feeling much better, and Leonard applied a sling for good measure, to make sure you healed fully.  Hopping off the bed as Leonard put away his supplies you began to pace, and you knew you had to say something, anything.

“Are we going to talk about this?” Your voice was hoarse with nervousness. 

Leonard stayed quiet, his back to you, only the sound of his equipment being put away filling the silence in the room.  

You stumbled for words, trying to form coherent sentences, but only one word escaped your lips, “Why?”

"What the hell do you mean 'why'?" Leonard stormed and spun on you, but there was no bite to his words.  

"I mean why me?  Why now?" You knew they were big questions to ask, but you needed them answered.  You needed answers. 

"Damnit man, you're getting all gushy on me." He grumbled, but you could tell he was trying to come up with the words. 

"Sorry." You looked away, feeling like you wanted to internally collapse at the awkwardness and tension in the room. 

"No, don't be... Agh." Leonard approached you now, his arms crossed over his chest as if he didn't know what to do with his hands, and you looked over at him now.

"Back there, on the Bridge... No one has ever defended me like that before." Leonard explained, his eyes on the floor. 

"Oh."

"And when Ensign Alexia collapsed in the Engineering room a few weeks ago?  You were calm and collected.  Helpful. And I guess I just thought..." Leonard trailed off.

"Thought what?" You breathed, drawing closer to Leonard, and you stared at the top of his head as he kept his gaze on the floor, or maybe your kneecaps. 

"That you and I..."

"Oh."

"I'm sorry if I assumed... It's just ever since I carried your drunk ass back to your quarters..." Leonard started and you interrupted. 

"You assumed right."

His eyes snapped to yours now and you swear you felt your heart stop.  You wanted to touch him so bad, but the sling was rather restricting, so you just stepped closer and placed your free hand on his shoulder, thumbing the fabric there.  Leonard dropped his gaze to your hand, and you heard his intake of breath as you dragged your hand to his neck, his pulse ramming against your thumb.  You tilted his chin up with your thumb now, and because you just couldn’t wait anymore you brought your lips to his. 

This kiss was much softer, much less demanding than the past two kisses, and it almost tore you apart.  You felt yourself come undone as his hands came up to rest on your sides, trailing his fingers up your ribs and pulling you closer.  

You stayed like that for a while, in a haze of gentle touches and soft lips, and just as you decided to deepen the kiss your com went off.  At first you ignored it, lifting your lips from Leonard's and pressing open-mouth kisses along his jaw and into the soft flesh under his chin and he moaned at the contact.  You had wanted to do this for so long...

Your com beeped again and you groaned, low and gutteral against Leonard's neck.  You kept yourself pressed close to him but pulled out your com and flipped it open. 

"Y/N here."

Now it was Leonard's turn to lavish your neck with kisses and you felt your knees buckle at the sensation.

"Ay, lad, I need you back by boiler 13, the circuit seems to be malfunctioning." Scotty's scottish accent was thick as it transmitted through the com.

You bit back a groan as Leonard's mouth found a sensitive spot on your neck and you leaned onto his shoulder for support. 

"Be right there, Scotty." You wheezed and flipped the com shut, shoving it back into your belt.

"You can't leave now..." Leonard complained as he brought his lips to yours again. 

You tucked your fingers back behind his head and let him kiss you deeply for a few more moments before you pulled away. 

"I have to, I am still technically on shift so I have to go or Scotty will suspect something." You explained and peeled yourself off him, and he groaned in protest.

"I'll see you... later." You assured and pressed your lips to his once more for good measure before re-tucking in your shirt and adjusting your uniform pants.

And then, before he could protest again, you swept out of the room and down the hall, still breathless and dizzy from the whole encounter.

The next few days passed by in a blur.  When you had gone to Leonard's room that evening, buzzing with anticipation, you found the room empty and assumed that he had been called into the medbay.  Unsure of what you should do, you just headed back to your quarters and fell asleep on the couch, staying up way too late as every set of footsteps that sounded out in the hall made you jump as you thought it would be Leonard.

It was 4 days later when you saw him in more than brief looks and a few acknowledging glances as you wandered past the medbay on your way to and from jobs, Scotty keeping you annoyingly busy.  And you wished, for the first time on this ship, that you didn't have something to do.

Then, finally, you found him situated at the otherwise empty bar, a drink in hand.  You eased yourself in the seat beside him.  

“Hey.” You whispered, resting your elbows on the cool surface of the counter in front of you, your eyes on the far window, looking out into the great beyond.

“Hey yourself.” Leonard grumbled, his fingers playing with the edge of the glass before he threw the liquid back, emptying it in one shot.

Looking at him now, you were acutely aware of his grumpy mood and shaking hands and the dark circles under the eyes that were trained on the empty glass in between his fingers.

“Long day?” You asked.

Leonard hummed in response, and you heard him swallow and exhale through his nose, a sign that meant long day, bad day, don’t want to talk about it.

“I did something really dumb and embarrassing today, do you want to hear about it?” You suggested, suddenly wanting nothing more than to see him smile.

Leonard stayed silent, now using a little silver flask to refill his glass with a dark liquid.

“I was helping Scotty with this mainframe panel that had a bug in it, nothing major, but he wanted it worked out, so we’re going at it, when he says something along the lines of ‘lad, turn that knob up’ but I thought he said ‘pull that knob off’ - with his accent could you really blame me? - anyway, so I fucking rip at this knob, and it’s really on there tight, because it’s not supposed to be pulled off, right?  So I’m using all my god-damn strength, and when it finally comes loose it’s like I freed Sir Arthur’s sword or whatever, and I end up loosing my balance and end up on my ass, this knob in my hand and Scotty staring down at me like I’m the biggest idiot in the universe.”

Leonard huffed a laugh, and you can see him smile in your periphery, so you continue.

“And that’s not even the worst part.  I guess I land on something that had spilled on the floor - let’s be real it was probably some pop that Scotty drinks all the time - and it’s super sticky and wet and when I get up it’s all over my ass, like it looked like I crapped myself.”

Another laugh from Leonard, this one louder and looser.

“So Scotty’s yelling at me, in all my sticky-ass glory, and I am trying to explain to him that I need to go change my pants, but he’s not listening, and then who shows up?  Captain-freakin-Kirk himself.  I have honestly never seen him in the engineering room until that moment, and of course he’s all like “Lieutenant Y/L/N, what’s all over you pants?  Did you have an accident” -because he’s a dick like that,” This elicits a snort from Leonard as he downs the rest of his glass, “And now Scotty’s trying to see what he’s talking about and everyone’s looking at my ass, and it was just awful.”

You chuckle in self pity, and throw a glance at Leonard, whose shoulders were shaking with laughter, and he pressed his fist to his lips to keep his mouthful of whiskey in his mouth so as not to choke on it or spit it across the counter. When he finally is able to swallow it, he lets out a few breaths of laughter and leans forward, turning his stool slightly, making his knee bump yours lazily.

You turned your chair towards him now too, pressing your knees together gently, and you wait as Leonard settled himself, pushing his empty glass away and finally meeting your eyes.  The corner of his lips are upturned into a smile and you feel a flash of pride as you smile back at him.

“Thank you for that.” Leonard breathed, his fingers that were resting on his thigh now inching closer to your connected knees and brush yours softly.  You could only watch as his fingertips touch lightly at the fabric on the top of your knee, your heart leaping at the electricity that this little contact has sent through your nerves.

“Thank you.” He whispered again as he leaned forward and pressed his forehead against the outside of your upper arm, and you look down at the back of his neck, at the muscles of his shoulder expanding and retreating with every breath he takes.

Moving your forearm gently so as not to remove his head from your arm, you reached over to sweep your fingers over the ones that were dancing on your knee.  He supined his hand and you drifted your fingers over his palm, hearing his exhale at the sensation, and you could see him watching your connected fingers from his place against your arm.  You entwined your fingers and just stopped, reveling in the contact, of his knee against yours, his fingers resting on the back of your hand, his forearm pressed against yours, and his head resting on your tricep.  

And there you stayed, suspended, frozen in time, the thought of moving away actually painful.  

But eventually Leonard did lift his head off your arm, and then slowly your fingers detached, his knee peeling itself off yours arduously.  But he didn’t leave right away.  He stayed there, beside you, not touching, for a while, before he turned to face you, finally, agonizingly, and he stood, stepping closer to you, and you turned so you were facing each other.  

You regarded Leonard for a moment, barely breathing for his eyes on yours, before he brought his hands up, carding his fingers through the hair just above your ear, sliding his hand to the back of your head, and you thought time itself stopped.  Maybe it was just your heart that stopped beating.  

Then soft lips met yours in a gentle, fragile kiss, and you brought your hand to his waist and around his back, pulling ever closer.  He broke the kiss after several all-consuming moments but left his forehead to rest on yours, and you watched his tongue dash out to wet his lips, and it almost drove you insane.  

You met his dark eyes, and they sparkled with hope and promise and beginning, even if the rest of his face showed his exhaustion, the dark circles under his eyes, the stubble on his jaw, the disheveled hair, everything but his eyes.  

“Goodnight, Y/N.” Leonard breathed onto your lips.

“Goodnight, Leonard.” You breathed onto his.

And he was gone.

And just like that you were inseparable.  Well, as inseparable as you could be while working full time busy schedules that rarely coincided so that you had time together that was not in the middle of the night.  

But you made it work.  You tried to eat meals together, tried to see each other before shifts or after shifts, spending the evenings in one or the other’s quarters, talking and kissing and drinking and laughing.  He made you laugh more than you ever thought possible. And it was nice.  Really nice.  You had never been happier in your life, you thought, and Leonard looked happier as well, less exhausted and less stressed.

You were working in the engineering room one day and heard two voices speaking, both familiar, and you tucked yourself behind one of the boilers, out of sight.

“Do you know what’s up with Bones lately?” It was Captain Kirk’s voice.

“What do ya mean?” Scotty asked.

“Well he seems less stressed lately, even pleasant, and he called me ‘buddy’ the other day.  I nearly vomited.” Kirk responded and you held in a snort of laughter.  

“My guess is he’s found a special someone.” Scotty’s voice was upbeat.

“He would have told me.  He tells me everything.” Kirk countered.

"Well maybe, maybe not.  You asked my opinion.  I gave it to ya.  Now get outta here and let me get back to work." Scotty sneered and you heard footsteps retreating.  

You pulled out from behind the boiler, trying to seem like you were just walking passed, and you accidentally met Scotty's eye, who gave you a knowing look, and you could feel yourself flush instantly.  How could he know? You thought to yourself. What were you going to do?

“So, have you told Kirk about us?” You asked one day, your voice as nonchalant as you could manage, and you stuffed one of the french fries on the plate in front of you for good measure.

“Those aren’t good for you, Y/N, too much sodium.” Leonard admonished and you looked over at him where he was seated at the counter in his quarters, making pointed eye contact while putting another fry in your mouth.

“You didn’t answer my question.” You mumbled and swallowed some water.

“Would you want me to tell Jim about us?” Leonard asked, stabbing his fork into his salad.

“Don’t answer my question with a question.” You snapped, but your tone was light-hearted, “I heard Scotty and Kirk talking in the engineering room, about how you look happier, and Scotty’s theory was that you were seeing someone.”

“Are you afraid of telling people?  Are you ashamed of me?” Leonard’s tone was light and even, but you still felt the sting of his words.

“No! No. Not at all.  It’s just...” You assured desperately, self consciously noticing a shake in your hands.

“Just what? We’re going to have to tell everyone eventually.”

“Why?  Why not stay in our little bubble of a secret relationship, full of hidden meet-ups and super-sexy-sneaky kisses?” You teased, abandoning your plate of fries to saunter up to Leonard, making him chuckle.

Leonard also abandoned his lunch, turning to you and pulling you close, so you stood between his legs, his hands coming to rest on either side of your neck and his smile exchanged itself for a more serious look of admiration, “Because I plan on sticking with you for a while, kid.”

“Oh.” You breathed, shocked by his sudden sincere words, but they made you smile in turn, and you slid your hands around his back, so close to his face now that you could see the details in his eyes, the few freckles scattered on his face.

“You say ‘oh’ too much.” Leonard teased, his lips brushing yours as he spoke.

“You know you love it.” You smile into his lips as he pulls you in for a dizzying kiss.

“Hey, Y/N, can you pass the ketchup?” Uhura called over the table to you, and you handed her the bottle.

You were out at a little run down diner/bar that you had come across on shore leave, and you were situated among the bridge crew of the enterprise.  You sat beside Leonard, who was on your right at the long table, Kirk was across from you, with Spock to his left and Sulu to his right, and Chekov beside Sulu.  On your left was Keenser, followed by Scotty and Uhura, down at the far end. Everyone was happily chatting to one another, and you were talking to Leonard about some medical equipment upgrades you could help him with when you got back.

You felt someone’s eyes on you and you looked quickly around the table to see Sulu’s even gaze on you, a look of understanding and mischief in his eyes. You nodded to him before turning to Leonard, absently leaning in and resting your hand on the back of Leonard’s chair.  You looked back to Sulu, who’s lips were now up-turned in a small smile, and Chekov was looking confusedly between you and Sulu, trying to figure out what he was looking at.

"No, Spock, I don't think that the food here is contaminated with E. Coli, Bones, back me up on this!" Kirk called from across the table, bringing Leonard's attention away from you, and your attention away from Sulu.

"It probably is, Spock, but did you know that our guts are always colonized with E. Coli?  So we should be fine, and if not, it's just a little vomiting and diarrhea, nothing a few hypos can't handle." Bones explained, his tone informative but also very snarky, and you let out a huff of laughter as you finished off the last of your beer.

"You want another one?" Leonard asked, pulling out his chair and standing up.

"Sure." You looked up at him and he took your glass, leaning in and pressing a quick kiss to your lips before striding away.

"I KNEW IT!" A loud voice sounded from across the table and hands slapped the table.

What is he.... oh.  OH.

Mortification.  Pure mortification shot straight through your veins like you had injected it.   Leonard had leaned over and kissed you.  Oh no.  The entire table was silent as you lifted your head, your pulse pounding in your skull at the realization that they had all seen you and Leonard kiss.  

Kirk was nearly vibrating, his smile actually blinding you, and by the way his hands were spread across the table you figured he was the one who yelled and slapped the surface.  Sulu was looking at you with the same, steady gaze as before, but this time fully smiling, and he was ignoring Chekov who was pawing at his arm, trying to figure out what had happened.  Uhura was handing Scotty what looked like a folded up 20 dollar bill, the look on her face one of displeasure at the whole situation.  Meanwhile, Scotty looked quite pleased with himself.  

Air was not reaching your lungs.  Not at all.  Maybe because you weren't breathing.  A heavy hand on your shoulder made you jump and you looked up to see Leonard returning with your beer in hand.  

"Who died?  Why is everyone..." Leonard asked, his tone sarcastic as he looked at all his friends, who were looking back at the two of you.

You craned your neck up to look at him, and his face fell at the sight of your white skin and the look of terror on your face. Then, a flicker of understanding flashed across his face.  

"Oh." His mouth formed a little circle and he was the one now turning painfully to his friends, who were still watching the whole endeavor.

"I...I..." He stuttered, his grip on your shoulder tightening almost painfully.

"As for the E. Coli, Dr. McCoy, I am not as concerned for myself as I am for the rest of the crew, as normal flora can change..." Spock began, his face deadpan and very strict, continuing on with the conversation as if he had seen nothing.

"Oh, lighten up, Spock!" Kirk clapped the unsmiling Vulcan on his shoulder, eliciting a grimace from him, "Bones, since you were too busy getting your boyfriend a beer and no one else, you get to buy the next round." Kirk gestured to the empty glasses in front of everyone.

Leonard was still frozen, and you shrugged your shoulder a little to get his attention.  

"Uh, yeah, sure, Jim.  Next round's on me." Leonard gestured towards the bartender, indicating he what he wanted.  

Leonard sat down a little too heavy in the seat beside you, and you placed your hand on his shoulder, trying to shake the mortified look off his face.

"Leonard.  Hey." You said, and finally he brought his eyes to you, "It's fine.  See?"

You nodded to the rest of the table, who had fallen into their previous conversations, the hum of discussion building back up.  

"Oh." Leonard whispered, breathing laboured breaths and you knew he was experiencing the same rush of adrenaline you felt before.

"You say 'oh' too much." You teased, reaching for his hand now and squeezing it.

He squeezed it back, and the sparkle in his brown eyes returned as he settled back into his chair, your hand in his.  

"Y/N!" Your name called from across the table caught your attention, it was Kirk again, "Who do you think would win in a fight, me or Bones?"

You blinked at the Captain, taken aback by the question, "Uhhh... My money's on Leonard here.  He is fueled purely by rage and coffee, and when he gets going, he's not going to stop until you are firmly situated in a bio bed in his medbay."

The rest of the table snickered at your comment, and Scotty chimed in, "No way, lad.  Jim's got much more hand-to-hand combat practice."

"But Dr. McCoy is bigger." Chekov added.

"Which makes him slower, Kirk would kick his ass." Uhura commented and gave Scotty a little fist bump.

And as the rest of the table debated on this topic, you were left sitting beside Leonard, tuning out the entire conversation, reveling in the acceptance of your secret relationship turned not-so-secret, and you pulled Leonard's hand into your lap.  Looking over at him, you found his eyes already on you, and you gave him a smile, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders as you stroked small circles into his skin.  

Scooting your chair closer to, you leaned into to him, feeling his knee rest on yours and his side press into you.  And you reveled in this new-found freedom and the fact that you could lean up and draw his lips down to yours. Which was exactly what you did.

And the rest was history.  

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