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[writingmysanity]

Blue

A/N: I was clearing out my Docs to get things more organized and i found several drabbles I haven't ever posted?? they're from two years ago ahahaha oops. any who, I am just going to post them now, because I still love them.

Word count 320

Prompt: "Shhh, its okay now, I'm here"

The screams have died out, sitting as nothing more than whispers on the wind, now. Ruins of a once great city lay as rubble under your feet, dust lingering in the air, giving the morning light a misty hue. Leonard fumbles around, regathering his things after tripping over a piece of rubble.

For the third time.

Giggling, you stop and help him. Sheepishly, he grins up at you.

"Thanks, doll." Snorting a laugh, you help him to his feet and dusting him off before gathering the last of his things and packing them with your own, sending him a warning look as he starts to object.

"It isn't much more than I already have, and you won't be of much help to these people if you crack your head open trying to juggle your gear and the GPS."

He doesn't argue, he knows it's futile. Instead, he takes off again, only stumbling once more before reaching the large fenced off tented camp swarming with medical personnel from all over the galaxy, caring for the survivors. 

As you walk in, you watch as a young girl is wheeled in on a make-shift wheelchair chair, sobbing in pain, clutching her stuffed animal. Immediately, Leonard kneels in front of her with a kind smile.

"Shhh, it's okay. We're here to help, now." If it bothered him when she cringes away from him at first, he doesn't show it as she's gulping for air, sobs quieting slowly.

"Can you tell me where it hurts?" She shakes her head, body shaking from a hiccup. He nods understandably, eyes wandering to her animal.

"What's his name?" She pauses.

"Blue." He smiles brightly.

"Wonderful name. Did Blue protect you?" She nods again, this time shes smiling.

"Well, let's see… does Blue hurt anywhere?" You try to hide your smile and fail. You almost forgot how good he is with kids.

[dustykneed]

The Doctor is hurting, Spock realises, and it sinks like a stone in his chest, terrible and suffocating-- he has been hurting for very, very long. Leonard clings to his shirt and he shakes and shakes and does not seem to be capable of stopping.

Spock has never seen him so fractured.

Spock has never been so terrified in his life.

...

in spirit a semi-continuation of yesterday's insane word dump: in fact the long story short before spock drags bones to jim is bones breaking down in front of spock when spock tries to bring him to jim, spock being very worried because the logical solution to him is to make them talk and he doesn't understand why bones is so desperately, vehemently against the idea of talking to jim at the moment. ("Doctor- Leonard, might I ask, are you opposed to conversing with Jim indefinitely, or temporarily?") and they talk and he begins to understand that bones needs time to adjust and to heal (in the sense that you're supposed to adjust to food in small portions after a period of starvation, bones needs time to adjust to knowing that spock (and jim, too, but he can't make himself believe it at the moment) care for him as much as he does them).

personally about aos jim vs tos jim (solely based off of vibes and whatever i've picked up from absolutely barrelling through the trek tags on ao3 every few weeks): in my head tos jim is much more in touch with the emotional needs of the people he's closest with and he's very good at wading through the hangups or navigating the boundaries of the rest of the triumvirate, while aos jim is very >:333 and he's got that bright-eyed, bushy-tailed sort of enthusiasm about everything that catches his eye and that results in him being less attuned to other people's unspoken emotional needs. and to expand on this i strongly headcanon that aos spock in fact takes on tos jim's emotional attunement more quickly than aos jim himself (partially because it is incredibly interesting but also it makes so much sense in my head. seriously when i have more brain juice ill yell about it more) LIKE. for aos spock and bones, they get each other on an emotional level and it scares the hell out of both of them but they make it work incredibly well.

if y'all read this far thank you so much !!! appreciate y'all so much here's some aos spones (pre mcspirk?) fluff as your reward (BONES TUMMY BONES TUMMY BONES T) (ABSOLUTE CUTIES BOTH OF THEM)

[darkness-and-books]

TOS headcanon reacting to finding your nest in their quarters

Ostaran!reader (I mean the implication of nesting is kinda fem, but no pronouns or real description used for reader, so take it as you will)

Jim

Losing his mind

Like OMG, You put your nest in his room?!?!

Loves it so much

can’t believe you feel comfortable enough to put one so near his bed

tries so friggin hard not to even breathe in its direction

if you invite him to snuggle in it he will die

if you let him, he’ll start collecting you more blankets and pillows and things

like you’ll come to your new nest and find a new pile of materials near by

Spock

Honoured, but a little put off by the fact that you made it right in the doorway

Still won’t move and avoids stepping in it like the plague

will ask very kindly if you might move it to a more convenient location

would even help you to move your nest if you allow it, otherwise he’ll just read his book and let you do your thing.

the internal mushy feelings are real though

like won’t let anything happen to your nest at all

if you invite him to snuggle in your nest he will await your explicit instructions so as not to mess it up

Might start brining you little pieces for your nest that you express any interest in

Bones

Okie dokie

Doesn’t mess with it, but won’t bring it up unless you do first

it if you wait too long to bring it up he’ll look at you over the edge of the bed with a raised eyebrow as you snuggle into your nest

“Did you wanna join me?” He just shakes his head, “not what I meant,”

his words do not however match the action that is instantly plopping into the nest with you

he won’t go super out of his way to bring you more material, but he does think your nest looks a little sparse so if he sees something he thinks you’ll like he’ll get it for you.

he also definitely leaves little snacks next to your nest for you.

seriously, you accumulate a whole stash

[swimmingwolf59]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek: The Original Series, Star Trek Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Leonard "Bones" McCoy/Spock Characters: Spock (Star Trek), Leonard "Bones" McCoy, Other characters briefly Additional Tags: First Contact AU, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Getting Together, Banter, Aquariums Summary:

A Vulcan crash-lands on Earth thirty years before first contact. Badly injured and unconscious, he’s discovered by a human doctor who decides to take him in and nurse him back to health.

[lenievi]

was looking through stuff and found this Beyond snippet

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“I got you something.” Jim opened his fist. A silver talisman lay in his palm. Carpe diem written above an hourglass with wings.

McCoy frowned. “It’s not my birthday.”

“But I want you to have it.”

“Is it a tracking device?”

“Do you want it to be a tracking device?”

McCoy rolled his eyes.

“You can’t say it wouldn’t be useful the next time someone decides to kidnap you,” Jim said, crow's feet adorning his eyes. “But no, it’s just an ordinary pendant.”

“So… what’s the occasion?”

“It’s a Vulcan tradition to use amulets as a sign of engagement –”

“Stop right there!”

“We are not Vulcans, Bones.”

“Thank heavens.”

“But… the recent mission, the last year even, my birthday… it reminded me that the future is uncertain. That life is short. I want us to face the future together. I want this necklace to be the symbol of that.”

McCoy wet his lips.

“Can I?” Jim raised the pendant, his eyes boring into McCoy’s.

McCoy nodded, his heart loud in his ears, and Jim leaned closer and fastened the chain. McCoy breathed in. He was Jim’s. He was – his arms shot up and pulled Jim into a tight embrace. Jim let out a soft laugh and hugged him back, burying his face into the crook of McCoy’s neck. 

[affixjoy]

Here’s a little bit of McSpirk fluff to brighten a gray weekend!

Featuring! Spock POV! How old is Joanna McCoy?? Proud dad Bones!

I’ve mostly been writing smut from Jim and Bones pov so I challenged myself to do some fluff from Spock’s pov. I think it turned out nicely!

[emonydeborah]

November fluff prompt 12: no one left behind

Una gripped the arms of her chair. Sparks flew and her ship groaned with the strain of staying in one piece. Out the viewscreen, the civilian ships warped out of danger, escorted by the rest of the fleet. She didn't smile, but her shoulders straightened with accomplishment.

The enemy ships were all but incapacitated. Only the lead ship continued to fire on her, and Una's ship rattled with each torpedo. Smoke filled the bridge but Una held fast, determined to go down with dignity.

Erica had objected to the evacuation, even more when Una ordered her to the escape pods. But she was gone, like the rest of the crew, and it had fallen to Una to lay in the final course. Shaking and shuddering with each blow, Una's ship crawled determinedly toward the enemy ship.

Una watched the enemy ship grow in the viewscreen, still firing on her but unable to get away. She expected regrets, but as the enemy ship got bigger, only the most extreme option made sense anymore. Of course this was how it would end.

The computer counted down the distance in a futile warning, and Una braced herself for the final screech of metal. Smoke filled her eyes, she couldn't see, she couldn't breathe-

"Got her!"

Una coughed harshly, lungs rattling with the effort of pulling in clean air. A young transporter tech she had never seen in her life puffed up with pride, looking absolutely elated.

"Crewman, what-?"

"You there Captain?" Erica's frantic voice crackled over the comms. Una blinked. The normally dim lights of a transporter room seemed unbearably bright.

"I'm here, Ortegas," Una croaked. A series of whoops and cheers burst through the comms. No one said anything else, and Una turned to the tech, bewildered.

There had been no other ship on her sensors. No other ship in communications range, except-

"Crewman, what ship is this?" she asked, and was gratified when he snapped to attention. Covered in soot and hoarse with smoke as she was, she couldn't have appeared very commanding.

"The Enterprise, Captain." He smiled. "Welcome back." Una attributed the pang in her stomach to an adrenaline crash, and squared her shoulders.

"I see. Is Captain Kirk-?"

The door swished open, and a horde of people swept in. Nyota and Christine seemed to be racing to be the first to hug her, and nearly bowled Una over in the process. Spock was next through the door, stoic as ever but for the tension in his jaw as he met her eyes. She nodded, and his shoulders dropped a centimeter. Erica clapped him on the shoulder, looking as rough as Una felt, and grinned.

"All right, let her breathe," the doctor groused as he pushed through the crowd. McCoy, Una remembered. "How are you, Captain?"

"A little confused," Una said dryly. Spock shifted closer as she took a shaky step off the transporter platform. He watched her intently as she looked around at all the familiar faces. "How did you get to me in time?"

"You are familiar with the Enterprise's capabilities, Captain," Spock said stiffly.

"We set a course as soon as we got your first distress call," Nyota said. McCoy stuck a tricorder in Una's face, grumbling about family reunions.

"They picked up my escape pod," Erica said. "You didn't think we were gonna leave you behind, sir?"

"There's no way you could have reasonably thought you would get to me in time," Una said incredulously.

"Who said anyone on this ship was reasonable?" Christine said. Una opened her mouth, but Christine cut her off. "Just say thank you, Captain." Una's jaw dropped, and Christine grinned. Erica muffled a snort.

Una closed her mouth and swallowed. Spock hadn't let up on his focus, like he was afraid she would disappear if he looked away. Nyota hovered around, brushing her arm against Spock's, and smiled when Una met her eyes. Christine backed off a few steps and Erica threw an arm around her shoulders. She let out an exhausted sigh.

Una's ship was gone, but her crew was safe, and her family was around her. "Thank you."

[thepathnottrekked]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies), Star Trek Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Leonard "Bones" McCoy/Spock Characters: Leonard "Bones" McCoy, Spock (Star Trek) Additional Tags: Fluff, Vulcan Biology, Spock is cold but doesn't wanna tell anyone, Bones notices and fixes it <3, Oblivious Leonard "Bones" McCoy, He has no idea how bad he has it lol, Pre-Slash, Oblivious Spock (Star Trek) Summary:

Leonard notices Spock shivering on the bridge

[random-medical-hologram-but-gay]

Happy New Years Darlin

Summary: You and Bones slip away from the Enterprise New Years celebration for some peace and quiet.

Warnings: N/A it's pure fluff

It was a moment of bliss for you, the lights were dimmed and you could feel the tension of the last couple weeks slowly melting away from you. Your shoulders relaxed as you leaned into his chest, the doctors arms wrapped around you in a tight and comforting embrace, your head on his chest and arms around his waist.

This had been exactly what both of you needed after the new years celebration. As much as you enjoyed your co workers company there was only so much converaation and mixed noise that you could take.

Leonard understood this, he was always attentive and knew when you needed to escape a situation to recharge or just be left alone and you were grateful for it. Sure you'd have to answer the captins jetting questions tomorrow but it would be fine and honestly a bit fun if you were being truthful a ith yourself.

As you felt your eyelids start to get heavy you glanced over at the clock on your nightstand just in time for the numbers to flip and hit 00:00. A small smile made its way to your lips as you tilted your head up to look at Leonard and your eyes locked with each other.

Then he kissed you, briefly and sweetly as sleep overtook the both of you in eachothers arms.

"Happy new years darlin' "

[hrshl-soong-laforge]

Spock having his hands supra hurt so he can’t do anything and has to recover, so Bones just come and sleep by his side (they’re a couple) and holds his hands. From time to time Spock half wakes up and feels Leonard right beside him and it calms him. Once he fully wakes up and turns into a puddle because of how soft Leonard’s hands are and how filled with love for him he is.

Also fkjqshdfkjsd the Vulcan’s kisses Bones does are only made when they’re in a private place because Spock can’t emotionally deal with how great it feels.

[hopefulcanary]

glasses 😌

[orangesunsets12]

December Winter Fic #1 - Star Trek AOS

Ice Skates and Hockey Sticks

AO3 Link

Star Trek: Alternate Original Series, can be read as Original Series

Rated Teen and Up for injury.

Featuring Jim & Bones friendship, and Grumpy Bones.

Minor injury. An attempt at winter fluff.

Jim Kirk takes the crew of the Enterprise on shore leave, where they go ice skating. Leonard McCoy is against the idea, is very verbal about that fact, but doesn't really have a choice in the matter when Jim is involved.

As it turns out, the experience is more than what he bargained for, in both the good and the bad. Leonard isn't all that surprised by the bad.

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“I have to say, Jim, I really don’t see a point in this.”

“Oh come on, Bones!” Jim said, sliding on his ice skate effortlessly. “It’ll be fun!”

“Fun is not the term I would use for ice skating, of all things. In this weather, no less.” Leonard mumbled, sitting on the cold bench, shivering. His own ice skates sat uselessly beside him, getting covered in the snow that fell from the sky. 

When he imagined shore leave, he didn’t imagine this. Sure, it was the beginning of December, so snow was expected in most places on Terra. But couldn’t Jim have picked a place in the Bahamas? Why did they have to come to this harsh remake of the Ice Ages?

The gray skies above them was nothing like the vacation he was dreaming about, if anything it made him want to go back to the Enterprise and finish the paperwork that was piling up. Scotty was lucky, he had managed to get out of this adventure because of engineering work. Or, perhaps Jim sympathized with him more because the engineer was stranded on an ice planet for years, and Leonard didn’t have an excuse as good at that, despite the work needed in medical.

He grumbled under his breath at the reminder of his job, then thinking about all of the illnesses they could get from the cold, the hypothermia risk, the chance of getting frostbite due the cold wind. It was dangerous out here, not darkness and silence, but cold and unforgiving. 

“Bones, really?” Jim said with a laugh, shaking his head as he stood up. “Even Spock is skating, and he hates the cold!”

“I do not hate the cold, Captain.” Spock said, skating over to them easily. Uhura, who was basically attached to his side the whole time, was now talking in the middle of the ice with Chekov. The kid seemed to be in his element, he wasn’t even wearing a hat. “My psychology merely is not accustomed to such cold temperatures.”

“See? He should be back on the Enterprise. I can check him for sicknesses he’ll no doubt get from this blistering cold.” Leonard grumbled, but Jim patted him on the back. 

“Skates on, McCoy. Do you really want to be sitting out here when the rest of us are out there living our best lives?”

“I don’t really fancy falling through the ice and leaving you to live your dangerous life alone.”

Nonetheless, Leonard found himself pulling on the ice skates, hating how cold his feet felt when he had to take them out of his boots, but thankful that he had the sense to wear thicker socks. Jim watched him, nearly jumping up and down, beaming at Leonard giving in, no doubt, while Spock stood still on the ice, eyeing them both with an eyebrow raised. His ears weren't fully covered by his cotton hat, and Leonard sighed. 

“Spock. Your hat. I don’t want to see you in sickbay later for frost-bitten ears.”

Spock nodded, pulling the hat further down on his head. “Thank you, Doctor.”

“Go join Uhura, Spock.” Jim said with an easy smile. “I’ll get Bones on the ice.”

Spock nodded, and Leonard finally finished tying up his skates, much to his regret. Putting his gloves back on his hands, rubbing warmth back into his cold fingers, because he was not willing to sacrifice the use of his steady hands for something like this. 

Taking Jim’s hand, he pulled himself up, and he took the three shaky steps to the ice, holding onto Jim with a death grip. Jim thankfully didn’t say anything, but slowly eased him onto the ice. 

“Have you ever skated before?” Jim asked, quietly, keeping the conversation between them, and for that Leonard was grateful.

“When I was a kid. Not once since.” He admitted, and Jim nodded.

“Alright, it’s easy. Just take it slow.”

He huffed. “You didn’t seem to have that idea two seconds ago.”

“Well, now that you’re on the ice, I’m not letting you get off.”

McCoy sighed, muttering under his breath at how Jim was being unfair. He would’ve complained more, but he could feel the ice under his skates, slippery and threatening to make him fall, no doubt breaking a bone or two, so he had to focus on the task at hand. He hated how much he was shaking. 

“Bones…”

“I’m fine!” 

Jim grinned, yet it didn’t reach his eyes. “Alright, then let go of my arm.”

He glanced at his snake-like grip on Jim’s arms, and let go with a snarl. He wobbled, and he immediately splayed his arms out, hoping to catch himself. Thankfully, it seemed to work, if only temporarily. He couldn’t see himself going an inch forward like this. 

Why people enjoyed an activity like this was beyond him. 

“One second, stay right there.” Jim said, skating away at a breathtaking pace, flawlessly gliding against the ice, and Leonard mumbled under his breath.

“Not like I have an option.”

Nonetheless, McCoy took a hesitant step forward, wobbling awkwardly as he tried to gain his balance. Finally managing to look up from his feet, he could see Spock and Uhura now gliding along the ice, alone, while Sulu and Chekov eagerly took to playing a game of tag. Hikaru was awkwardly chasing Pavel, but the kid was too fast for him to reach him, coasting easily ahead of him. Every part of Leonard’s body screamed that this was dangerous, that someone was going to end up in Medbay if he didn’t do something about it, but another part of him enjoyed seeing them having fun, even if the fun wasn’t something that he could participate in himself. 

Jim was back in seconds, holding a hockey stick, and McCoy eyed him with distaste.

“What is that?”

“A hockey stick? You know, from an old Terra game!”

“I know what a hockey stick is, and I know what hockey is! You’re beginning to sound like Spock.”

Jim handed it to him, and he took it, resting the end of it on the ice and leaning his body weight against it, hoping that he wouldn’t break it. 

“Okay, so lean against it.”

“I am, Jim! And I’m fine.”

Jim eyed him knowingly. McCoy hated it, hated how much this kid actually knew him. 

He straightened his posture, letting the hockey stick hold him up, and slide one ice skate forward, trying to get used to the feel of the ice. He took a deep breath, and slid the next forward, hoping that the shaking in his legs would go away.

“There you go!” Jim encouraged, as if he was a puppy, and Leonard shot him a look. “Now, just a bit faster.”

“Give me some breathing room, will ya?”

Jim easily backed away, an easy smile on his face, and focused on Chekov, who had skated up to him easily, tapping his shoulder before skating away once more. 

“Captain! You’re it!” He shouted, his heavy accent laced with childhood excitement, and Jim brightened even more, giving Leonard one last look, as if waiting for permission to leave him alone. 

“I’ll live.” He said gruffly, “Barely.”

“Keep practicing, alright? I’ll keep an eye on you.”

With those words said, Jim joined in on their game of tag, and Leonard tried to keep his balance while watching them, amused. He tried to skate forward again, going slowly, skirting the edge of the iced over pond, knowing that he could fall into the snow and do less harm than if he fell on the ice. The wind was bitter, nipping his skin, and he wished that he had brought a scarf. But, it was too late now. He began moving his feet more frequently, trying to gain confidence, and the wind got stronger against him; he knew that he was going faster, still a snail's pace, but a huge improvement to before. He wasn’t gliding yet, just sliding slowly, but it made this dreary experience more enjoyable. Something sparked in his chest, something close to joy, but he didn’t dwell in it. He had to focus on the task at hand, despite how fun this was actually turning out to be. 

He wished that he could keep his eyes up and focused on what was around him, yet he lost his rhythm when he stopped looking at his feet. So, he stayed clear of the game going on in the middle, not wanting to cause a collision from his lack of attention.

It turns out his intervention wasn’t even necessary for a collision course to happen. He was so focused on his feet that he didn’t see it happen, but he heard the shout and the thump of bodies hitting the ground.

His head shot up to see Jim and Chekov splayed out on the ice, Jim clutching his nose while Chekov held onto his own head. Spock gracefully glided to their side, kneeling beside Jim as Uhura sat beside Pavel, while Sulu quickly got up from where he had apparently fallen. Leonard bolted over to them, dropping the hockey stick, completely forgetting about the ice skates on his feet, and slipped, careening to the ice with a crash. He felt the impact in his knees and thighs, but that didn’t stop him from getting to his patients. Crawling across the ice, he managed to reach Jim first, whose hand was covered in blood where it held his nose. 

“What happened?” He demanded, whipping out a medical tricorder from his pocket and hovering it over Jim’s head, expertly dodging Jim’s free hand trying to push him away. 

“From my observations, the captain was trying to avoid Ensign Chekov’s attempt to ‘tag’ him by sliding to a stop and spinning to the left. Lieutenant Sulu got in his way, and tripped on the captain’s leg, while Ensign Chekov predicted the captain's move, and the two slammed right into each other.”

“Sounds about right. You got a broken nose, Jim.”

Jim sighed, showing Leonard his blood covered hand. “I couldn’t guess.”

“You’re lucky,” He continued, falling into business mode and pulling out a few tissues from his other pocket, handing it to Jim, “No concussions, thankfully. No dizziness, nausea, any pain in your head?”

“Nope, just my nose. Look, I’m fine, Bones.”

“You’ll be fine after I set your nose and use the bone-setter for a few minutes, but certainly not now.”

Jim threw him a sarcastic thanks, but the look that his captain sent him told Leonard that he was indeed grateful.

Leonard, knowing that there was nothing he could do for Jim now, scooted awkwardly over to Chekov, who was talking to Uhura, his hands moving animatedly. From the way his hands slammed together, McCoy had no doubt that he was explaining what happened to them, yet he sounded excited about it, unlike Spock.

“He’s fully aware? No slurring?” He asked Nyota, waving the tricorder near Chekov, and she nodded. 

“Everything appears normal. No pupil dilation or dizziness, either.”

“Pavel? Any nausea?”

“No, Doctor. I feel quite well, actually!”

“Of course you do, can anyone bring your mood down, kid?” Pavel opened his mouth to reply, but Leonard held up his free hand. “You don’t need to answer that. You don’t have a concussion either, thankfully, but you’re going to have one big headache in the morning. Hikaru, are you okay?”

“Fine, sir.”

“We are sorry, Doctor.” Pavel said, sombering up real fast, looking at Leonard with those puppy eyes he had, “We did not mean to get hurt.”

He sighed. “I know. I just hate when you guys do.”

“See, what did I tell you?” Jim said, pointing to McCoy. “Bones is just a good ol’ softy!”

“Oh, youー”

He tried to get up, but his feet slipped out from under him once again, and he crashed to the ice, dropping the tricorder in the process. Sulu glided over to him, picked up the tricorder, and lifted Leonard up by his arms with ease, despite Leonard being taller than him. 

Uhura was by his side with the hockey stick soon after, and Leonard took it with a sigh. 

“Can this day be over already?”

Jim got to his feet easily, still holding his nose, and nodded. “Yeah, I’d be fine with that. Let’s get back to the Enterprise and get some hot chocolate or something.”

Hikaru shrugged, not disagreeing with the proposal, and for that Leonard was grateful. He helped McCoy to the edge of the ice, where Leonard stepped back onto the snow, sighing with relief. He kept a steady eye on Jim and Pavel, both of whom seemed okay, and got his skates off as quickly as he could, thankful to be back in his steady, flat boots. After everyone was able to take off their skates, Leonard gently grabbed Jim before the transporter beamed them aboard, knowing that Jim would run from him and treatment as soon as they rematerialized. 

He closed his eyes, and opened them on the Enterprise, quickly leading Jim and Pavel to the Medbay, ignoring the soreness in his knees. Pavel began talking about the adventures he had ice skating in Russia, and Jim listened intently as they walked, up until the doors to Medbay opened and Nurse Chapel took Pavel to a medical bed. 

“So, is there where you tell me ‘I told you so?’” Jim asked, and Leonard shook his head. 

“Nah. Something already tells me you know that.”

“But, I did tell you so.”

“What?”

Jim grinned, his nose still sluggishly bleeding out. It was a sight that would be unnerving, if not for how often Jim smiled when he was hurt. Now it was just a regular look on him, one that Leonard hated.

“You enjoyed it, didn’t you, Bones?”

McCoy scowled. “No.”

“You did.”

“I didn’t.”

“You have a horrible poker face.”

“Are you out of your corn-fed mind? I do not! I have an amazing poker face!”

Leonard, like before, knew that Jim could see through him like glass. He hated to admit to himself that he liked skating, if only a little bit and only when he got used to it. It was fun, he could see it as something he did when the occasion arose, if only after a bit more practice. He would have to implement more rules, too, like no playing tag. 

But, he would never admit to liking the event to anyone else, even Jim, who would never let him live it down. So he could continue to deny it, no matter what, even if Jim already knew it. Leonard learned soon after meeting Jim Kirk, that was just how they were, and there was no use fighting it. 

[lostcybertronian]

I’ll Be Right There

I have ten million things to work on. Have some TOS Spirk.

Angst with a happy ending.

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It was hard enough to sleep alone, but the nightmares made it damn near impossible. Kirk woke with a gasp, cold sweat beading on his forehead, grasping at wounds he didn’t even have.

His middle throbbed, and as he sat up he ran a hand over the ridged bandage, wincing. Remembering, even as the last dregs of dream faded away.

Why did shore leave always have to go so wrong? He could still feel the impact of phaser bolt to flesh, the collision of head to stone. The pool of warm blood spread out beneath him. A stomach wound with no major organ damage was easy enough to fix, according to Bones. A couple of days and he was out of the medbay with orders not to make any sudden movements.

It didn’t hurt damn near as bad as watching Spock take three phaser shots to the chest, plasma sizzling through favric and skin, his eyes widening almost comically, as if he were enduring one of McCoy’s illogical insults.

And he’d felt it, through their bond. Kirk’s chest still burned even now. He clenched his fists, biting the nails deep into the palms to try to quell the shaking. 

Th’y’la. Spock’s voice unfurled in his mind, quiet and weak. His presence was barely there, but it was, and that brought relief so intense Kirk could’ve cried. Why aren’t you resting?

Kirk took a deep breath that hitched, tried to compose himself before answering. I could ask you the same thing.

I felt your distress.

There was a touch of concern there, some emotion peeking through the shield of Vulcan indifference; Spock probably didn’t have the strength to maintain it. Kirk suppressed a watery smile, well aware there was no one in his quarters to give it to. There’s no need to worry about me, Spock. How do you feel?

A pause, lasting so long that he would’ve thought Spock had fallen asleep if not for his quiet presence hovering at the edge of Kirk’s mind. I will recover.

There was an edge of pain to his voice, though it would embarrass Spock to point it out. Instead, Kirk stood up, ignoring the stab of pain from his middle. I’ll be right there.

He threw on a gold shirt before leaving his quarters.

—

The medbay was dark and only Nurse Chapel sat at the desk when he entered, her pretty face illuminated by the light of her tablet.

“You’re in a rush,” she said. “Are you feeling alright, Captain?”

“Yes, yes, of course,” Kirk reassured her, even though it was a bald-faced lie: he felt like he’d been stabbed all over again, and in his hurry to reach the medbay he was almost certain the wound had started bleeding again. “I am here to see Mister Spock.”

Nurse Chapel shook her head. “I’m afraid the last time I checked on him he was still asleep.”

“That’s quite alright. I’ll see him anyway.” Kirk went to brush by her but she caught his arm.

“I understand you have-“ she started, but seemed to think better of it. She let go of his arm and took a step back, her eyes soft. “I’ll bring you a chair, Captain.”

Kirk was already nodding, already turning away. “Yes, thank you, Nurse.”

Spock was in rough shape; his face was bruised green and dark, tired circles ringed his eyes. Heavy bandages plastered his bare chest and he was hooked up to what seemed like a dozen machines, all of which beeped and booped, monitoring his vitals and administering fluids as needed.

“Jim,” Spock croaked, struggling to raise a hand, to extend two fingers for a Vulcan kiss. 

Instead of meeting it, Kirk took his hand tightly in his own and bent over to kiss him properly. He tasted like the plastic tube he’d been intubated with.

Behind them, Nurse Chapel cleared her throat. “Uh, Captain?”

Kirk stood up quickly in some attempt to regain his dignity, a flush creeping up his neck. He noted with satisfaction that, for once, he’d left Spock breathless. “Yes, Nurse Chapel?”

She set down the chair she’d been carrying. Ever the professional, if she was caught off guard by stumbling upon the Captain and First Officer engaged in unprofessional activity, she refused to show it. “Your chair.”

“Thank you.” Kirk waited for her to retreat before repositioning the chair close to the bed. He settled with a soft sigh and took Spock’s hand once more, pressing soft kisses to his fingers.

“Such public displays of affection are inappropriate,” Spock admonished, but didn’t withdraw his hand or the amusement in the arch of one delicate eyebrow.

With his free hand Kirk gestured to the machines, to his own wound. “I think today we can make an exception.” He hesitated. Looked down at their clasped hands. Felt something inside him give. “You look like hell, Spock.”

“And you yourself appear unwell.”

Kirk chuckled. “I can’t sleep. Not without nightmares.”

Spock pulled his hand free, and before Kirk could protest too loudly he pressed his fingers to the side of the captain’s face and closed his eyes, initiating a mind-meld.

Immediately Kirk was engulfed in emotion. Pain. Fear. Everything Spock had felt when they were attacked. He watched through Spock’s eyes as he was shot, sunlight glinting harshly off the phaser bolt, and he watched through Spock’s eyes as he fell, blood spattering the sand of that nice M-class planet. He floundered, struggling against the mind-meld, but was completely unable to break free of it. 

And then it all went away. Waves of calm washed over him. He was dimly aware of being touched, of a world outside of his consciousness, of Spock speaking in a low voice. He couldn’t quite make out what he was saying, but he felt comforted nonetheless.

He slumped in the chair, the pain in his stomach fading to a dull ache, his head lolling. He felt Spock end the mind-meld– felt the absence like a hole in his heart– but he was already asleep, far too tired to protest.

—

Bones was none too surprised to find Kirk in the medbay when he arrived to relieve Nurse Chapel. The love-stricken bastard seemed to be glued to Spock’s side nowadays.

He held his tablet with both hands and eyed Spock, who was doing a decent job of appearing to be asleep. But he knew better; you didn’t become CMO of a starship by not being able to read a simple vital machine. “I know you’re awake,” he said gruffly. “Stop pretending so I can take a look at you.”

Spock opened his eyes, fixing him with a look that was a little too bold for someone at his mercy. “Merely meditating, Doctor,” he said. “It is beneficial to the body.”

“Yes, yes.” Bones waved a hand. “I’m well aware of your Vulcan mind-tricks. Meditation won’t return you to your duties any faster.”

Spock opened his mouth to reply but Bones cut him off by jabbing his stylus in Kirk’s direction. The captain was fast asleep, and didn’t look like he’d be moving anytime soon. “I couldn't even get him to sleep. How’d you manage it?”

Spock arched an eyebrow in a way that made Bones want to smack him. “Only my Vulcan mind-tricks, Doctor.”

[darkness-and-books]

TOS headcanon

Prompt: Can you please come and get me?

Spock

He isn’t surprised

you were on shore leave and went to hang out with Kirk

If anything he’s thinking to himself “at least they called and didn’t find out in the morning when they were reported missing”

He’s on his way, don’t move

please do not listen to Kirk’s next idea, whatever it is

100% lectures you on why it’s stupid illogical to do anything with Kirk without further supervision

Yes Kirk meant well, yes it was an accident, no you cannot do it again

Kirk

Has a panic attack

What do you mean?!?

what happened???

where are you!?

Are you okay?!?

please tell him you’re okay, if you aren’t he might cry

He’s not just on his way, he’s basically there as soon as the words came out of your mouth

please let him carry you, it doesn’t matter if you’re not hurt

He will not let you leave his side for the rest of the night

You need something?? Let him come with you, or let him do it for you!!

Bones

Deep sigh 😞

he knew he should have gone with you, but nobody listens him, not even he does!!!

Please don’t be hurt and if you are please don’t move until he gets there

Give him a minute to change out of his pyjamas, he’ll be right with you

You didn’t wake him, he was only almost asleep, so when he comes to get you his accent is a little heavy

please bear with him while he attempts to compose himself enough to figure out what’s happening

He will put you in your pyjamas and set you on the couch while he makes you a snack

Please let him sleep now, he loves you but he’s exhausted ��

[swimmingwolf59]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek: The Original Series, Star Trek Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Leonard "Bones" McCoy/Spock Characters: Leonard "Bones" McCoy, Spock (Star Trek) Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Whump, Fluff, Getting Together, 5+1 Things, Baking, Cooking, sharing meals, Banter, Canon Compliant, Episode: s01e28 The City on the Edge of Forever, Episode: s02e06 The Doomsday Machine, Episode: s02e16 A Private Little War, Episode: s03e10 For the World is Hollow and I Have Touched the Sky Summary:

5 times Spock and McCoy make a meal for each other and one time they make one together.

[lenievi]

12 Days of Spones - Day 10

The room was pleasantly warm, and the smell of Spock’s spicy tea mixed with the incense aroma surrounded the bed. Spock swiped his finger over the screen of his PADD and turned a page. One, two sentences read. It was futile. He couldn’t focus.

The constant tapping of McCoy’s stylus against his PADD’s screen was – in human terms – grating on his ears.

“Doctor,” Spock said.

McCoy hummed, but the tapping didn’t stop.

Spock looked at the ceiling, suppressing a sigh. He could go back to his own and quiet quarters. In his state, McCoy wouldn’t notice, but it would take time for the room to warm up, and Spock didn’t want to spend another fifteen minutes making his tea.

“Is there a problem with your report?” Spock asked.

No answer.

Spock didn’t bother to suppress the sigh this time. He put away his PADD and walked over to the sofa, stopping in front of McCoy.

“Doctor.”

McCoy visibly jumped. “I need to get you a cowbell,” he muttered as he looked up at Spock. “What?”

“Is there a problem with your report?” Spock repeated his question.

McCoy avoided his eyes and covered the screen with his palm.

“Am I to understand that it is not a report you are working on.”

McCoy rubbed the back of his neck. “Well…”

“In that case…”

“I’m writing a letter to my daughter.”

“Your –” Spock cleared his throat. “Your daughter.”

McCoy’s fingers touched a few places on the screen and opened a photo gallery. He showed the PADD to Spock. A dark-haired teenage girl was sitting on a bench, surrounded by flora that was distinctly not of Earth origin.

“Her name’s Joanna.”

Spock could see the resemblance in her smile and the shape of her nose. He’d always considered McCoy’s eyes to be such a prominent feature that it surprised him his daughter didn’t inherit them.

“Did I finally make you lose your words?” McCoy asked.

Spock straightened and clasped his hands behind his back.

“It is... unexpected.”

McCoy laughed, but there was something ugly in the sound. Spock didn’t like it. He sat down on the couch next to McCoy.

“Why are you having difficulties?”

“I’m not,” McCoy shot back defensively.

“Leonard,” Spock said, “you’ve been thinking about that letter for thirty-four minutes and twenty-one seconds. I submit you haven’t written a single word.”

“I did write a word. A lot of them.”

Spock raised an eyebrow.

“And I deleted them,” McCoy added and sighed. “We aren’t close, but… her birthday’s in two weeks, and it’s close to Christmas, and I wanted to…” He waved his hand around in place of an explanation.

Spock caught McCoy’s hand. “Allow me to help.”

McCoy’s eyes flickered all over Spock’s face and finally, he nodded. Spock lowered their clasped hands, laying them on McCoy’s knee. “Tell me about her.” He knew he wouldn’t be able to finish either his book or his tea tonight.

When McCoy signed the letter, the smell of the incense almost vanished.