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Leonard's eyes moved to the owner of the voice, a small furrow showing between his eyes because for some reason it sounded oddly familiar. He could quite decide why until his gaze landed on an older man dressed in a blue uniform. "Thirty-two." He stated with narrowed eyes before his gaze moved on to the man behind the transporter controls, and any doubt left his mind immediatly because that man also looked oddly familiar.

"Well I'll be damned, this is new. Apparenly I wasn't just sent into a different reality, but I took a goddamn trip through time too." The CMO moved his gaze back to...well, himself apparently.

"You're lucky as hell we didn't switch places, Jim would be havin' himself a field day. Not sure if Spock would be much better, least he'd be quieter about it though." Eyes moving back to the phasers still trained on him, the doctor raised an unimpressed eyebrow before rolling his eyes. "I still say if ya wanna shoot me ya might as well, least it'd save me from ever havin' to try an convince the lot of you I'm not a homicidal killer."

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I may or may not have started up another blog uh oh. No worries though, I’ll still be on Leonard plenty! It’s an RP blog for Eggsy from Kingsman. Here’s the URL if anyone is interested: gxryeggsyunwin Have a great day everyone!

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“I got no plans tomorrow night.”

Leonard let out a small snort of laughter. “And you ain’t going to be gettin’ any either. You’re going to be staying off that ankle for two days. I’ll be sendin’ Scotty a comm telling him you’re temporarily off duty.” He shot Jack a pointed look. “No going down to engineering, no heavy lifting, minimal physical activity.”

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Leonard was glad Spock appreciated the cookies, though he hoped the sentiment was still there after the Vulcan tried a bite. They'd likely taste quite different from his grandmother's, so hopefully he wasn't disapointed. "It's a date, Spock. Maybe I can show you how to make a Georgia peach cobbler afterwards, it's what my Grams liked baking the most."

Reaching for the second half of the cookie the CMO couldn't help but smile slightly before raising the treat in a small cheers. He was happy to note that it was still moist and not dried out like he had feared it might be.  Still not quite like Ma's, but it was his best batch so far. "Secret family recipe, but seein' as I trust you with my life regularly I don't suppose there's a reason not to trust you with 'em."

Leonard frowned as the waiter chose that moment to approach the table and take their orders, though he'd refuse to admit how reluctant he was to look away from Spock as he greated the new arrival. He honestly couldn’t deny he was a romantic at heart. For a first time in a long time, however, he didn't feel like it was a bad thing. askfirstofficerspock

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“It is pleasing to see you out of uniform as well, Leonard,” Spock said, pausing a nano-second longer as he used McCoy’s first name instead of the usual ‘doctor’. He kept his hands folded in his lap beneath the table as Leonard took the seat across from him, and then graced him with a hint of a smile on his lips that was very evident in his dark eyes when he was given the cookies.

“They are my favorite kind.” Spock picked up the small bag, looking at the cookies and breathing in the scent of them. “I have many fond memories of making these with my grandmother as well. Perhaps we should compare recipes and make a batch together?” It wasn’t the most romantic of settings for a future date, but Spock liked the idea of them creating something quite pleasant.

“I know it is customary for humans to wait until after their meal to sample dessert, but Vulcans do not have that restriction.” He reached into the bag and took out a single cookie and broke it, and then offered half to Leonard. “And cookies are always better when being shared between friends.”

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Leonard stayed still for a moment, back still to Geoff, before letting out a sigh. He brought a hand up to rub at the growing headache beating away behind in his temple. He knew that Geoff was right, that if the roles were reversed he'd be damned if he let anyone just give up on finidng a cure. No, Geoff was right, but Leonard was dreading having his friends, might as well be him family, watching as he deteriorated daily.

Turning around to face the other man Bones lowered his hand and met his gaze. "It's not going to be easy. It's going to be this added onto the work we've already got, and seeing as we don't know much about the illness there's no telling how fast I'll be put out of commission. A year is the estimate, but it could be half that, could be a few weeks."

The CMO reached out to clasp M'Benga on the shoulder. "You up for the challenge, Geoff?" drmbenga

"Leonard, you can't just leave before even giving me a chance to help you! Just because there's no cure so far doesn't mean we can't come up with something!"

“Damnit Geoff, don’t you think I’ve tried! I’ve looked into all the goddamn possibilities, followed every lead, even if we managed to find a cure it’d be to late.” The CMO kept his back turned to his Medical Officer, though in this instance the better title was likely friend. “I’ve got a year left, you know as well as I do that medicine takes time, and I‘m runnin’ out of it.”

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Leonard walked into the apartment, following Jim so he was standing next to the kitchen, leaning against a cabinet. "Ain't anything come up that's keepin' me from going, Ma'd have my head if I didn't show." For more than one reason this time around. His eyes watched Jim as the younger man looked for a drink, eyes narrowing as he caught a glimpse of the near empty fridge. "No need for drinks, not going to be here very long Jim, leavin' in just a few hours."

He paused for a moment, making sure Jim was looking at him before he continued. "Actually, it's lookin' like this year around Ma planned for an extra person to show up." At this point he was sure Jim, bright as he was, was quickly catching up. Leonard only hoped he wasn't going to have to put up to much of a fight about this.

"She told me she'd love to meet that Captain friend of mine, said she'd come down here herself and drag ya to dinner if I wasn't able to get you to come and spend the week." The CMO looked towards the cieling before shrugging. "Can't lie and say I don't want you there too, kid. Think it'd do you some good, and I'm not sure the Holidays would feel right without you there at this point." beatthekobayashimaru

Family Matters: Kirk and McCoy

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Goddamn Transporters : AOS/TOS McCoy

Leonard McCoy hated the transporter with a passion, hated the fact that it literally ripped your body apart and put it back together. If just one small thing went wrong death was a likely outcome. Yes, transporters were ranked right up there with space, which is why every time there was an away mission and he was put on the team, he dreaded the moment he had to step onto that pad and get 'beamed down'.

This right here though, this was another reason he hated goddamn transporters. At least it didn't look like he'd been zapped back into the 'mirror verse' as the Federation had dubbed it. No, the uniforms were wrong, solid, not textured like his.

CMO McCoy isn't on the planets surface, what's his status...malfunction on Leonard McCoy's transport pad mixed with strange readings...yes Captain, we're trying to figure it out, but we don't have a lock on his signature anymore, we're not sure...of course, sir, we'll keep looking....magnetic signatures almost exactally like when the 'mirror verse' was encountered, but there is a slight fluctuation that suggests a possible differnet reality...

"Well this is just goddamn unicorns and rainbows. If you're gunna point those damn phasers at me just go ahead and shoot because I'm so fucking done with these goddamn transporter malfunctions droppin’ me wherever they want." notacoalminer

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Leonard swallowed down the sudden bile in his throat as he listened to the Admiral. It wasn’t as if he didn’t figuratively know all of that already, but hearing it from somebody else made it hit home more than mere thoughts ever would. “Hell, I’ve been bitter to god damn long already, Chris.” He picked up the glass of bourbon again and drained it in one go before. “Maybe it’s time I take the horse by the reins and try and do something about it.”

“As the world’s expert on waiting too long, don’t. You two are great together.”

Leonard paused in raising the glass of bourbon to his lips, lowering it back to the table with a dull click. “But we both know it ain’t that easy, don’t we Admiral? Got an ex, got a kid, nothin’ to my name but what I earned after joining Starfleet. He deserves all the stars in the goddamn galaxy and I’m nothing but a supernova waiting to happen.”

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Hey guys, I’ve made another blog I plan on using alongside Bones. It’s for my first ever muse and favorite hero Captain America. The username is oldstyleamericanhero if anybody would like to go follow him for some Marvel or crossover fun.

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“Mycroft, you've just been promoted from my pilot to my valet.“ AKA just finished my Gary ‘Eggsy’ Unwin cosplay

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This is sappy, but these two are sappy.  And I like to think they would just watch space zoom by from a viewport, don’t you?

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What if Star Trek 3 ends like this: 

They solved the main problem of the story and then ….

Bones is in his office when he suddenly remembers something. He walks up to the computer and reads the results of the medical examination. The message contains:

Leonard H. McCoy.

Xenopolycythemia confirmed.

And then Chapel calls him, because the captain needs him. Bones says that he will come soon but in the same moment he deletes the result.

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FUCK, MARRY, KISS. SEND ME 3 NAMES.

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Now, you know that.  [s3e12 + ST5: Final Frontier]