#leonardmccoyxreader

[impalaanddemons]

Hey! Can I get Bones and 13 or 18 please!!

Thank you so much for your request. Here we go.I still do drabbles for my follower celebration!

In which you encounter a giant poodle of death with Bones

You gasped for air, your lungs and sides stinging with exhaustion.„Two to beam up, immediately.“ you bellowed into your communicator, then flipped it shut and stuffed it into one of your pockets. You leaned sideways from the rock you’d been taking shelter behind and blinked into the dense forest you had just left.You, security officer assigned to the most bad tempered doctor you’d ever seen in your career and the dear doctor himself.He was holding his sides, the medical tricorder in hands and grumbling like an old bear woken early from its slumber.„You know,“ you began as you waited for the transport that didn’t come just yet. Something in the forest rumbled and bent over a tree that came crashing down to the ground. Some sort of pink feathered lizard-birds erupted into the air shortly after and flew away into the bright moonlight.„I think it was fairly successfull. No one died. We helped the natives. Strengthened the bonds with the Federation.“Another tree came crashing down, closer to you know.„You’re out of your moonside mind.“„Sure.“ you chuckled, pointed your phaser somewhere into the trees and fired what you considered a warning shot. An unearthly howl erupted and sent more of the flying beasts into the air.„Oh. Great. Now you’ve made it angry. Great job, really.“„Thanks, Doctor.“ you threw him a side eye and found him oddly adorable, all sweat and dust and pacing the length of your hiding place with ruffled black hair.Another tree tumbled over, cracking and bursting and sending all sorts of critters off to every side, fleeing whatever was coming your way.„I admit, we could have done without angering that giant poodle of death.“ you flipped open the communicator again.„Landing Party to Enterprise, we could use a ride any moment. Please don’t take your time.“A sound somewhere between a laugh and a huff left his throat and the look he gave you was one of a person who actually minded to see the other one for the first time. He looked impressed.„You know, Doctor McCoy. I don’t think I get enough credit for the fact that I do all of this unmedicated.“„Neither do I“ he muttered, just as the giant sloth - or perhaps it was actually a poodle of death, who knew - breached the forest line.

[a-confused-turtle]

Meekness and Throwing Chairs

Fandom: Star Trek

Request from @ potterheadwhoviantrekkiewarstrsh : “ Hi can I make a request that the reader is Russian and is best friends with chekov but has a massive crush on McCoy but the reader is really stuborn and is often sarcastic to the doctor and it is obvious that the two (McCoy and the reader) are in love with each other thanks your last McCoy fix was amazing and the recent poe dameron one too”

Pairing Characters: LeonardMcCoyxReader, Chekov, mentions of Scotty

Words: 1600+

Warning: None? Maybe a curse word? Threat of mild violence? Maybe slightlly OOC Leonard?

Author’s Note: I might’ve used this gif before but I think it suits the story. So, to be honest I’m feeling a bit self conscious about my writing in this one... This one I just had a hard time getting out? I don’t know - things have been weird and hard in my life the past few weeks. But, it’s my birthday tomorrow! So yay. Okay, I’ll stop rambling now. Plz read the story and be gentle...

“For the last time, I’m not in love with him, Chekov,” you groaned, staring moodily at the food in front of you, “And if you insinuate such a thing one more time I’ll have to find a more creative use for my chair. And you know how creative I am.” To punctuate your threat, you turned your keen eyes to his boyish face menacingly.

It wouldn’t have been the first time you’d thrown a chair at your best friend, which was actually remarkable because in The Enterprise they were all securely attached to the flooring.

Chekov chuckled at your feistiness, though his eyes declared that he’d heard and was heeding your warning. “All I’m saying is you can be surly and abrasive, try to be a bit more hospitable and you might get somewhere…”

“Maybe I’m just surly and abrasive around you. And, oh of course, I’ll be the opposite of myself, because that’s the person I want McCoy to fall in love with. Not the real me of course, couldn’t have that,” you growled back, eyes about rolling out of your head in your annoyance.

Your threat clearly vanished from Chekov’s mind as he smirked ear to ear.

“Don’t you dare look at me like that, or I’ll-”

“See you do love him.”

“Chekov-”

“You want him to fall in love with you, said so yourself in your mocking-yet-truthful-somewhere-deep-down voice.”

Before your sharp tongue had the chance to spit a scathing retort back, your simultaneously worst nightmare and most lovely dream interrupted. “Y/N, what’s Chekov done now to get you all riled up?” He drawled casually, striding up and leaning against the table the two of you shared. Somehow you wanted to violently kiss the delicious smirk off his face, and he was the only one that seemed to inspire these confusing thoughts in your head.

You rolled your eyes and turned your head to face the doctor with amusement, or a least feigned amusement while attempting to conceal your panic stricken insides. “What’s it to you, doctor?”

“Never seen you blush before,” he replied, flicking a finger in the direction of your face before his eyes settled there. That bright, glinting gaze made you want to squirm, suddenly self conscious about that mess you called your hair and not to mention the skin he’d indicated…

“Oh please, I’m not blushing. He has been annoying me though,” you scoffed, attempting to turn back to your lunch, “What did you really need, McCoy?”

The doctor smirked a bit more, but luckily didn’t press the subject and instead answered your question with that lovely southern charm, “Just came to check up on my favorite engineering officer, but don’t you go telling Scotty that, and remind you that you’ve got a check up in the med bay this afternoon.”

“Good thing he reminded you, you’d completely forgotten hadn’t you?” Chekov snickered.

You sent a pointed glare his way and then returned your eyes to McCoy. “I’ll head down to your neck of the woods right after I tell Scotty all about your little betrayal, darlin’,” you declared, imitating his accent with surprising accuracy - it was a stark contrast to your russian one.

He chuckled at you, shooting back, “Alright, darling. See ya, Chekov.”

You couldn’t look at Chekov once McCoy strolled away, not with how your cheeks burned. There’d be no denying that blush, it was as if your entire being flushed that pinkish-red. Normally you had a handle on that sort of thing… What was the deal lately?

When you couldn’t avoid it any longer, you carefully flicked your eyes up only to be met with an even more offensive smirk. “Shut up,” you warned, eyes flaring viciously.

“Going to throw your chair at me?”

“Don’t tempt me. You know I will.”

~

Not long after lunch, you’d almost forgotten about the appointment, again, but quickly headed out of engineering and up to the med bay. The whole way there you kept fidgeting with your hair, or your dress, really anything to keep your hands busy, because you were nervous. Nervous as hell and you couldn’t pinpoint why. It was just a check up, a follow up on your healing wrist. A couple months back there’d been an accident and you’d broken it, but it wasn’t a big deal, not in the slightest. The added time spent with McCoy felt like the big deal…

Inside the med bay, you waved at a few people you knew and they offered smiles and waves in return. Then, McCoy strode seemingly out of nowhere and whisked you away to one of the back rooms. He’d smiled warmly at you and you noticed he hummed a little as he walked. That made you smile to yourself.

“How’s it been feeling?” He asked, referring to your wrist as you sat down.

You offered the appendendage to him, which he took gently. “No change. Aches sometimes, but feels back to normal for the most part, I think.”

McCoy listened to your answer, before returning his attention to your wrist for further examination. His hands were a bit cold, and yet soft against your skin. You couldn’t help considering how he looked rather handsome when focused on something. Well, maybe a bit more so than usual… you’d always thought he was good looking. That wasn’t a crime, nor a reason to get all flustered. Neither was how your stomach flipped a little, excitedly almost, when he was around. No, not at all. Chekov was completely wrong about your feelings for McCoy right?

You truly had been your normal surly and abrasive self around the doctor the entire time you’d known him, but once Chekov started mentioning the way you gazed after him when you thought he wasn’t looking at you, or the way you’d find excuses to imitate his accent, or even the way you never threatened to throw your chair at him… Your best friend seemed to have opened your eyes and you couldn’t figure out how to close them again…

“Now that can’t be,” McCoy said, breaking you from your thoughts, “You’re not blushing again are you?”

Instantly, your heart seemed to stop as your mind raced for some retort. “I haven’t the faintest what you’re talking about,” you attempted.

McCoy grinned and turned back to his console beside the room’s examination table. “You know, you’re beautiful when you blush, well not just when you blush, but…” The man trailed off as he finished entering a few things into the interface and turned back to you.

Your eyes widened in surprise, mind too busy considering if you’d heard right or were simply going mad to realize McCoy had paled nervously.

It’d been your look that made him regret the words… He hadn’t really even planned to say them, but somehow he was feeling daring and they’d slipped out. “Oh, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that-”

“Do you really mean that?” You squeaked.

“Yeah, I did. I do. I guess I’m feeling a bold today. Well, more so than usual,” replied McCoy as he reached up to rub the back of his neck shamefully.

Your eyebrows raised in surprise. “Well, I’m feeling a bit meek today.”

He cautiously raised a hand to your forehead. He would’ve expected you to slap him, throw a chair, or really do anything else but this. Those borderline flirtatious, witty remarks were your trademark, not meekness…

“I’m fine,” you sighed, but made no move to throw his hand off.

“Are you sure about that? Are you really feeling alright? How long has it been since you’ve thrown a chair at someone?”

“Oh, that’s it. Withdrawals, quick find me a chair,” you replied sarcastically, even half smiling slightly.

McCoy returned a larger grin, his aim with that comment fulfilled. “Is that really the problem, darlin’?”

You groaned at first and then once McCoy had settled himself, sitting next to you, you replied, “No, the problem… that would be, you…”

It was the doctor’s turn for his eyebrows to fly halfway up his forehead.

Paying no mind, you kept your eyes on the floor and pressed on, “I can’t seem to keep a clear head around you lately. It’s quite irritating you know.”

“I’ll try to stop being so distracting,” he offered, clear satisfaction laced through his voice.

You snorted and rolled your eyes. “Sure you will.”

He bumped your shoulder with his playfully. “I don’t think I will. I kinda like you all flustered over me. That what Chekov was poking fun at earlier?”

“Yep, the bastard. You know what he’d say right now? He’d pull some line out, like ‘Oh, did you know that actually it was a little old woman in Russia invented whiskey?’ as some daft ploy before he whisks the woman away for a drink.” You scoffed, shaking your head a bit.

“I’ve heard him use that line. Works well from what I gather,” McCoy affirmed, and leaned closer to you, whether consciously or not.

“Is it working now?” That surprised you more than him, and yet it also didn’t surprise you at all. Such a sentence sounded more like your usual self.

He nudged your leg with his own, prompting you to finally meet his eyes. His had mischief behind them, which both scared and excited you. “It’s definitely working.”

“That so?” A fresh surge of blush swept across your cheeks and neck.

“Yes, well that and all the blushing,” he replied, grinning ear to ear.

“Oh, shut-” you hadn’t the time to finish before he brought his lips to yours sweetly. “Up,” you finally uttered once he pulled back though he kept his hand gently cupping your face.

“Hmm,” he chuckled, “What was that? I don’t think I heard you…”

You laughed, not even fighting the goofy smile dancing across your lips. “I said-”

Once again he silenced you with another kiss, one more forceful and passionate than the last. Of course you didn’t mind that one bit. No, you could get used to that and McCoy, well, he was going to make sure you did.

Tags: @enniaram

[kaitymccoy123]

Leonard McCoy Masterlist

Last Updated: May 17, 2018

Backwards : Full Fic, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

I’m Not Stupid

Oxygen

Red

Damn I Love You

Sing it To Me

Stop Apologizing

Messy Messy p.t. 2

A Dreamy Diagnosis

The Blind Theory

Unimaginable

Motivation Ficlets

Playing House

Unexpected

Dance With Me

The Blind Theory

A Dreamy Diagnosis

Don’t Change a Thing Darlin’

Whiskey

A Dance to Forget

Colourless (part 1) - series not completed

Parts of Me (a mini series) - the link is to Part 9 which has all the other parts linked on it - series not completed

Late

Quick Ficlet - Breaking Point

Valentines’ Day

Wherever We Are: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Maybe It’s Fate

[kaitymccoy123]

Valentine’s Day

Intro: So I am slipping in from my hiatus just to give you this Valentine’s Day gift that came to me one day this week.  I am still going to stay on hiatus for at least another week, because I am going on vacation, but I will be back after that!  It is kinda nice being away for a little while, but I miss you guys.  Have I written any more of Wherever We Are?  Nope.  But after today I have a little more freedom and maybe some brilliant ideas will come to me. Anyway.  HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY GUYS!  YOU GUYS ROCK.

This idea actually came from one of my 1,300 follower prompts that was requested by @shewhorunswithfandoms!  Sorry it took so long but I used your setting of: Buying Flowers for the Other and prompt: You’re and idiot.  I’m an idiot. We’re the co-presidents of Club Idiot.

Pairing: Leonard McCoy x reader

Word Count: 2,112

Summary: Valentine’s fluff.  That’s all.  

A/N: I am such a slut for the friends-to-lover trope.

-Enjoy!-

“Happy Valentines Day, Y/N.”

Without looking, you extended your middle finger to the source of the voice, eliciting a low chuckle from him.  Lifting your head, you saw the smiling face of your best friend, Hikaru, whose eyes were glinting with amusement.

“Fuck off, Su.” You quipped, dropping your hand.

His smile faded into a smirk at the nickname you knew he hated, and he crossed his arms over his chest. “I came by because I thought I’d let you know that a certain doctor-that-you-won’t-admit-you’re-in-love-with is Valentine-less this Valentine’s Day.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You grumbled, ducking your head, but knowing that your flaming cheeks gave you away.

“Sure you don’t.”

“Shut up.  I don’t care.”

“Sure you don’t.” He tapped the desk in front of you.

You lifted your eyes and he gave you a knowing, pointed look before turning and striding back to his spot in the Bridge.  

You took a shaky breath and pressed your cool fingers to your burning cheeks as you thought of the grumpy doctor.  

Leonard was one of your closest friends, having met him back in the Academy in your Xenobiology class when he spilt coffee all over your notebook half-way through the year. “Fucking hell” was the first thing you ever said to him, and you’d spent the rest of the week with him, copying his notes to replace all of yours.  You’d been friends ever since, ecstatic when you’d been placed on the Enterprise with him, and you had a weekly drink and movie night.

But you didn’t have a crush on him.  You thought. There was one time when you’d been watching a movie next to him on the couch, and you’d been shoulder to shoulder, and he turned his head and so did you, and for a second you’d thought he was going to kiss you, and you could feel his breath on your face, and for a second you’d hope he’d kiss you and…

A ping from your PADD woke you from your memories, and you could feel your pulse pounding in your ears.  

Looking down, you saw two messages that made your heart drop in your chest.

Leonard: Have to cancel drinks tonight. Busy medbay.

Leonard: Sorry.

Damn.  You cursed yourself internally at how disappointed you felt.

Y/N: It’s all good.  Stay sane.

‘Stay sane’ was something you always said to each other when things got crazy.  It meant a million things, like ‘don’t work to hard’, and ‘I’m here if you need me’, and ‘don’t do anything stupid’.

Part of you was excited to have a night to do whatever you wanted, the other part of you had been looking forward to having something to do on Valentine’s Day.   But most of you had been excited to spend time with Leonard.

But whatever.

That was all over now.

You finished your shift without any issues, and when you made it back to your room, you decided to throw together a batch of cookies for a treat.  

You just happened to make the kind that were Leonard’s favourite.

And you just happened to pile them into a container and head out the door towards the medbay.

I’m just being nice to my friend who has to work late, that’s all, you thought to yourself as you rounded the big glass doors.

“Hey, Y/N.” Someone called, and you spun to see one of your friends, Amy, who was a nurse.

“Hey,” you responded, “is Dr. McCoy here?”

“Nope, his shift ended about an hour ago.” She said, tucking the PADD in her hands under her arm.

“Oh.” You chewed on your lip and self-consciously held the box of cookies tighter.

You were just about to say something else when your com pinged.  

Hikaru: Botany lab.  SOS.

Shit.

“Gotta go! See you later, Amy!” You called over your shoulder as you dashed back out the doors.

A million things were going through your mind. What was the SOS about?  Was Hikaru alright?  Why did Leonard lie to you about having to work late?  Did he have a Valentine’s date he didn’t tell you about?

You were ashamed at how disappointed and stupid that made you felt.  

It took you a good 5 minutes of fast walking/jogging to make it to the botany lab, and you had broken out in a light sweat by the time you got there.

You rounded the corner quickly and nearly slammed into another person.

“Oh!” You jumped back, almost dropping the box of cookies.

It was Leonard.

“Y/N!” He exclaimed, looking particularly flushed and disoriented by the sight of you.

“Hi, umm, is everything alright?  Sulu sent me an SOS.” You tried to peek over Leonard’s shoulders to see into the lab, but he stood awkwardly in the way.

“He did?” Leonard asked, looking perplexed then annoyed, turning his head to the side and muttering something that sounded like ‘fucker’ under his breath. 

“He just left for the Bridge.” Leonard looked back to you, his hair falling onto his forehead, and a frown pulled at the corners of his lips.  He shuffled just a bit and it was the first time you noticed his hand tucked behind his back, as if he was hiding something.

“Wha-?” You started.

“Are those the cookies I like?” Leonard interrupted, squinting down at the container.

“What, these?” You stammered, tucking the box under you arm. “Well… yes.  But-but they were for Hikaru.”

Leonard’s brows furrowed and he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “I thought Sulu was vegan. Don’t those have eggs in them?” He questioned.

You felt your eyes widen, and you tried to control your facial expression as you responded, “Y-yea…nnno…maybe…” You tucked the box further under your arm. “What’ve you got there?” You asked, pointing to his hidden hand, trying desperately to change the subject.

He looked hesitant for a moment, before withdrawing his hand and producing a magnificent bouquet of flowers. There were white roses mixed in with full-bloom peony heads in a soft pink, interwoven with white baby’s breath and contrasted with dark green ivy.

“Wow.” You breathed. Peonies were your favourite.  You could smell them from here.

Leonard didn’t say anything, just held the bouquet awkwardly in front of him.

There were several beats of silence, and you felt your disappointment grow with each passing second. “You could have just told me you had a date,” you said softly, dropping your eyes to the floor, “I wouldn’t have cared.”

“No, it’s not- it’s just- I…” Leonard was stammering, more flustered than you’d ever seen him before.

“It’s fine, I get it,” you defended, turning to leave, “I should go find Hikaru.”

“Y/N, wait.” Leonard’s hand found your elbow and spun you around, not letting go. He took a breath and squeezed his eyes shut before he continued, “They’re for you.”

You blinked at him, shrugging off his hand on you and stepping back, “No, you don’t have to give them to me just because you don’t want to tell me you’re going on a date. I don’t want your pity flowers.”

To your surprise, Leonard held your gaze, and you watched as his face softened, just a little.  “I’m not giving them to you out of pity, smartass,” he grunted , “they were for you the whole time.  I was bringing them to you as a surprise, for Valentine’s Day.  I know they’re your favourite and I just- I thought… yeah I guess it was pretty dumb.” He dropped the flowers to his side, and you watched a few peony petals glide to the floor.

It took you a second to process everything he said. “You-you’re being serious?”

Leonard lifted his gaze to you and nodded.

“I’m an idiot.” You huffed.

He shook his head, “No, you’re not…”

You pointed your finger at him and grinned, “I’m an idiot.  You’re an idiot.  We’re the co-presidents of Club idiot.”

That made him chuckle and you could almost feel the tension dissolving between the two of you.  What was left was a softer, gentler feeling, something from deep inside you.

“Sulu helped me pick them,” Leonard explained, “The amount of flowers that man grows should be illegal.”

Now it was your turn to chuckle.  

You took the container of cookies out from under your arm and let it hang between your fingertips. “I did make these for you.  I swung by the medbay to bring them to you because you were working late.”

“That was really thoughtful of you.” The softness in his tone surprised you, and you met his hazel eyes, seeing something flash behind them that you hadn’t seen since…

“Do you remember that night you made me watch ‘The Princess Bride?” Leonard asked, leaning against the wall, and you moved to join him, leaning to face him.

That was the night you thought he was going to kiss you.

“Of course. The night you cried because you thought Wesley and Buttercup weren’t going to be together.”

“Ha ha.” He smirked, then let his features soften. “Well, I don’t know if you would remember this, it was a while ago, but when we were on the couch, and… well…”

“I remember.” You said, and his gaze snapped to yours.

“You do?”

“Mhmm.” You licked your lips and looked up at him, taking in the face you knew so well, framed by dark, slightly tousled hair, the lines around his eyes and mouth soft, and the space between his eyebrows was smooth, though you knew his brows seemed permanently furrowed when he was stressed.

“I wish I had done what I had wanted to do then…” He said, his gaze flicking between your eyes and your lips.

“Which was…”

“Kiss you.”

The fingers that you were drumming on the top of the container of cookies stopped, and your mouth fell slightly open.

You chose your words carefully. “So, why didn’t you?”

He exhaled. “I didn’t think it was the right time.”

“Ah,” you nodded, looking down. “So, when is the right time going to be?”

A soft smile ever so slightly pulled at the corner of his lips.  “You only know it’s the right time when it is the right time.”

You smiled and rolled your eyes. “You’re such a romantic, Leonard McCoy.”

His eyes glinted with amusement as he smiled fully now, and your heart overflowed with love at the sight.  He dropped your gaze and played with the petals of one flower between his fingertips, rolling it between his thumb and index when it plucked free.

You gathered up all your courage and inched closer to him. “What if I told you right now was the right time?”

He stopped playing with the flower and looked at you, his expression unreadable. “That’s not how it works, Y/N.”

“Oh shut up.” You quipped, cocking your head to the side and taking a confident step forward, a sudden bout of nervous excitement causing butterflies to take flight in your stomach.

His whole face softened, and he was looking at you with an expression of such admiration that you wished you could capture it with a camera.  He leaned into you, now having to drop the bouquet at his side so he could stay facing you.  His free hand lifted and his fingers grazed your cheek, bringing with it a strong scent of peonies and roses.  

“Kiss me.” You sighed, your eyes fluttering closed as he pulled you closer, and you could feel his breath against your lips, just the same as that night watching that movie.

He paused for a second, and you became suddenly aware of your pounding pulse and your impending anticipation.

“As you wish.” He breathed, the words fanning over your mouth before he covered your lips with his.

His lips were firm and warm against yours, the taste of him immediately intoxicating you and you kissed him back with an equal fervor.  You slung one of your arms around his neck, awkwardly dropping the box of cookie to your side in order to draw him closer.  

The kiss was everything you had hoped for and more, and as his hand dropped to your waist, you felt your chest fill with desire.

You broke the kiss breathlessly, not straying far from him, holding him firm by the fingers entangled in the hair at the back of his neck.

“How ‘bout we take that bouquet and these cookies back to my room?  Hm?” You asked, pecking his lips softly before continuing, “we can have those drinks you cancelled on me from earlier.”

Leonard laughed and shook his head, his nose rubbing against yours.  “Sounds like a plan to me.”

But before you could lead him away, he kissed you breathless again, pulling away to tip his forehead against yours. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Y/N.”

You smiled, “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

-Thanks for reading!  I hope you liked it!-

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[kaitymccoy123]

Wherever We Are (part 5)

Intro: Welcome to another installment of this series! Sorry it took so long!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Pairing: Leonard McCoy x reader

Word Count: 1,900

Warnings:   Swearing, capture, pain, torture (don’t know if I’m going to describe it yet), small injury treatment, being hung upside down for an extended period of time, mention of schizophrenia in a family member (THIS ONE).

Summary:  Getting lost in the forest with the grumpy CMO is not the most ideal situation, but things soon take a turn for the worst when you are captured and taken hostage.  The alien species interrogates you for information you don’t have, and there are harsh consequences.  How will you ever find your way back home if you don’t even know where you are?

-Enjoy!-

“Y/N. Get up.” It was Leonard leaning over you again, shaking your shoulder.

“Hmmm?” You stirred awake, barely able to fight the heaviness of your eyelids.

“We should get dressed before they come.  I have a feeling they’d take us into that arena in our underwear, and I don’t think I’m up for that sort of humiliation today.”

You turned over in your little blanket cocoon and stretched, looking up at Leonard who had the blanket still wrapped around him.

“I don’t know, maybe showing them our hot bods will instill some sort of pity in them and they’ll take it easy on us.” You joked as you sat up.

Leonard huffed a laugh and shook his head.

“Or maybe they’ll be so disgusted by our weak, fragile, human bodies that they’ll decide we’re not even worth keeping around.” You continued, rising to your feet.

“Do you always wake up spewing so much sass?” Leonard asked, reaching for the wet clothes you had set out.

“Only when our lives are in mortal peril.”

You took your clothes from him, groaning internally at the thought of putting them on as they were still wet and freezing cold.  The damp, cold environment in the cell was not conducive to drying clothes.

You just finished sliding into your frigid shorts when you hear the aliens start to come down the stairs.

Your heart skipped a worried beat and you looked over at Leonard, surprised to find his eyes on you, and his gaze warmed you on the inside for a moment. 

“I’m sorry.” You mouthed, feeling your brows pull together.

He dropped your gaze for a moment before looking back at you solemnly through his brows.  The look on his face was a thinly veiled mask over an expression of worry, and you were so focused on it that you jumped a little when he took your hand, giving it a quick squeeze between his thumb and fingers.

He dropped your hand as the aliens emerged from the stairs, and you felt yourself longing for more of his reassuring touch. 

You were taken into the arena again, this time the room already filled with the dark aliens, and the cacophony of sounds was deafening.  Your eyes fell instantly to the platform in the center, however, this time noting a large wooden chair on top of it, rather than the glass box. 

Your heart clenched as Leonard was dragged and pushed onto it, his arms and legs being strapped down to it. 

SNAP! The sound of Ch’al’s cane hitting the ground made you spin around and silenced the entire room.

“Welcome back, Sweet.” Ch’al’s taunting voice echoed across the arena.

Your mouth went dry and mind went blank at what to say.

“Are you going to cooperate today?  Hmmm?” He hummed. “Shall I ask you again?  I suppose I shall.  Tell me everything you know about your father.  Tell me where the Artifact is.”

You exhaled and set your jaw.  You had thought about what to say this time, wracking your brain for anything regarding your father. 

“He was an explorer.  Or at least that’s what my grandmother said when she was still alive.  She was the only one that would talk about him to me.  She said he explored the galaxies, searching for new things and new life.  I vaguely remember seeing a picture of him once in a Starfleet uniform. But that’s all I can remember.  I swear to you that’s all I know.”

Ch’al regarded you with an even gaze, and you could hear your heart pounding in your ears. 

“Where did he go?” Ch’al asked.

“Pardon?”

“When you were a child.  Where did he disappear to?”

You blinked. “I-I don’t know.  My mom picked me up from school one day and just said that he wasn’t coming home.  She wouldn’t tell me where he went.”

“So you don’t know.”

Panic started building in your chest, and your hands started trembling. “No, she never told me where he went.”

Ch’al snapped his talons.

You spun to Leonard, gasping when you saw a dark figure approach him from behind.  It was in the same shape as the aliens, but cloaked in long, dark robes from head to toe. Leonard was craning his neck to see it, but as soon as it centered behind him, his eyes squeezed closed, and he dropped his head, as if he was in pain.

“What are you doing to him?” You asked, your voice shaky.

“Maliika here is trained in the art of entering minds.” Ch’al responded. “And she may be able to add a few things or two if she feels like it.

Leonard shook his head side-to-side, as if he was trying to get water out of his ears, before he looked up to you.

“So, Sweet, you were saying your mother knows where your father went?” Ch’al sung, and you turned slowly back to him.

“I don’t know.” You said slowly, carefully. “I think she did, at one point.”

Ch’al gripped the arms of his chair tightly and snapped, “You are wasting my time.  Explain, human.”

“She-she was diagnosed with schizophrenia when I was 18.  It’s a… a human disease of the mind… that-that makes you see and hear things that aren’t there.  It can make you have delusions, or symptoms of depression.  Before I went to the Academy I got her placed in a psychiatric home, to have full time care.  She still recognizes me, but her attention and memory are… spotty at best.”

Ch’al seemed to consider this for a moment, though his posture stayed rigid and tense.

“I do not understand this ‘disease of the mind’.” He said flatly. “I believe you are lying.”

Then he snapped.

It was not as dramatic as before, with the water rushing into the glass chamber, but still you spun to face Leonard, who was not looking around, not with a pained expression, but with one of confusion.

“Joanna?” The name left his lips as his eyes tracked something near the large doors. “Joanna, what are you doing here?”

You frowned deeply and rubbed your hands over your face in dread.  You had no idea who Joanna was, but you knew this couldn’t be good.

“Let her go!” Leonard shouted, looking pained, his eyes fixed on a point behind you.

“Your mother must have told you where your father went.  You cannot keep that secret from a child forever.” It was Ch’al’s voice now.

“I already told you, she never did.  All I know is that he was an explorer and…”

“ENOUGH!” He yelled, snapping his fingers again.

“Jo?  You monsters! Let her go!” Leonard was the one yelling now, and you turned to see him fighting against the restraints.

“Leonard, it’s not real,” you said, stepping towards him.

His eyes tracked an invisible object and seemed to land on you.

“Y/N?” He asked, and you thought for a second maybe you had gotten through. “Answer him. Tell him the truth.  Please,” he begged. “That’s my daughter!”

Your heart dropped. “I am telling the truth. It’s not real, Leonard.”

“I don’t understand,” he said, and you could see the sweat dripping off his brow.  “Why are you doing this?” He was fighting against the restraints even harder, pure panic filling his features. “NO!” He shouted, “LET HER GO!  THAT’S MY DAUGHTER!”

“Tell me the truth and this all stops.” Ch’al’s voice cut through Leonard’s yelling. “Tell me where your father is.  Tell me where the Artifact is.”

You turned slowly to face Ch’al, keeping your voice as steady and even as you could, “I’ve told you all I know.”

“PLEASE!” Leonard yelled from behind you.

A tear inadvertently snuck down your cheek. “I would tell you if I did, because it sounds really important to you, your species, and your planet, but I don’t know where my father or the Artifact is.”

Ch’al’s dark eyes bored into yours, and you swore he smiled as snapped his fingers.

“Oh, god.” Leonard’s voice was strained.

You pinched your eyes shut for a moment as you turned around, squeezing a few more tears down your cheeks.  Leonard was staring at a spot a few feet away from you, his expression more desperate than you had seen on anyone, ever. 

“Y/N.  Please.  Stop them!”  He yelled, straining so hard against the restraints that he shook the chair. “They have a knife, oh god!  Joanna!  Let her go!  Take me instead!”

That damn near broke your heart, and had to close your eyes and look away from him.  You couldn’t watch him face whatever he was facing. 

“NOOOOOO!” A scream tore from his throat so feral and so raw that you knew he believed every second of whatever he was hallucinating. 

Leonard went quiet now, and you peeked your eyes open to see him, limp on the chair.  Head drooped down, everything about his posture defeated. 

“Take them back.” Ch’al commanded.

You heard the restraints unlatch from Leonard’s chair, and he was marched off the platform, trudging past you, escorted by guards, without glancing in your direction.

You followed, escorted by your own guards, and soon returned to the cell, void of your empty food trays and blankets, you noticed, as the guards left. 

Leonard was facing the back wall, completely rigid, not moving except for his shoulder heaving with each breath.

“Why didn’t you tell him the truth?” Leonard’s voice was low and gravely.

“I did. I told him everything I know.”

“Your lies killed my daughter.”

Oh.

“Leonard, that wasn’t real. Your daughter’s not dead.” You said carefully, staring at the spot between his shoulder blades.

“But-“ he faltered for a second, “but I saw her die.  You gave them the knife.”

“It was an illusion.  A hallucination.  Someone was in your head.”

“YOU’RE LYING!” He roared, but stayed immobile, breaths quickening.

“Please, Leonard.  You have to believe me.  If your daughter was there, I would have done everything to save her.  I would have sacrificed myself to save her.”

He didn’t move.  Stayed silent.

“Please.” You breathed, stepping up close behind him and reaching out to rest a hand on his shoulder.

Without warning he spun, knocking your hand away and shoving you to the ground, hard.  The suddenness of the landing knocked the wind out of you, but nothing hurt more than knowing that he was still in pain, still believed the hallucination.

He had stalked to the far end of the cell now, grabbing shakily onto the bars before it looked like his knees gave out and he sank to the floor.  It sounded like he was sobbing, or having a panic attack, his breath ragged, his body trembling.  He stuffed the heel of his hands into his eyes and folded over in defeat.

You wanted to comfort him, you really did, but something about him shoving you to the ground scared you.  You knew that when the mind lies it can really affect someone.  You knew it better than anyone, especially, with your mom having schizophrenia.

Leonard stayed like that for some time, folded over, defeated, but you didn’t approach him.  You tucked yourself into the opposite corner and stayed quiet.  To give him his time to process everything.

Wishing you still had that blanket, you curled into the bars, shivering at the cool contact of the metal against your skin. At some point you dozed off, in a fitful, cool sleep, filled with dark, evil creatures and little girls with Leonard’s eyes.

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Quick Ficlet - Breaking Point

“So how’s it going with Lisa?”

“Jim, will you stop asking me about her?  We’ve only been on two dates.”

“C’mon, Bones, I’m just curious!  You like her, right?”

“Well it’s not like I’m thinking about marriage or anything, but I haven’t wanted to throw myself out the garbage chute when I’m with her, like I do when I’m with you, so that’s probably a good sign.”

“When’re you going out again?”

“This Saturday.  Stop looking at me like that.  We haven’t even kissed yet.”

The wine glass in your hand snapped, sending shards crashing to the table that you were white-knuckling, as well as one that embedded itself into your hand.  Red wine splashed down over the front of your clothes, creating a murder scene of glass and blood.  

The people nearest to you had stopped and turned towards you, staring open-mouthed at the crazy wine-glass murderer that stood wide-eyed at the far end of the table.  

You stared at your hand for a moment, in total shock, before raising your head and meeting the eyes of the person who had caused you to snap.  

Leonard. 

That’s when the pain started to set in.  

Your stinging hand was the final thing that made you snap out of it, made you draw your eyes away from the hazel ones you knew all too well, the ones under dark, furrowed brows, the ones that drove you crazy.  

You cradled your arm to your chest carefully and dashed in the direction of the kitchen, not stopping until you found the very far back corner, a secluded section that was not being used for tonight’s gala.  

You thrust your hand over the sink, tears in your eyes as you reached to turn the water on-

“Stop.”

You knew that voice all to well.  It made your heart soar to the top and sink to the bottom of your chest at the same time. 

“You should get the piece out before you run water over it.” Leonard said gently. 

Your hand slowly retreated from the tap and you became acutely aware of how shaky it was.  You stared down at your bloodied hand. 

Get the piece out, you told yourself, just goddamn do it. 

But you couldn’t.  You couldn’t get your mind and free hand to communicate and let go of the steel rim of the sink you were clutching onto.  

“I-I can’t.” You gulped, suddenly aware of the thick lump that had formed in your throat and the stinging pressure behind your eyes. 

“Here, let me see.” Leonard was suddenly beside you, leaning his hip against the sink and tugging at your arm. 

You let him have it.  And he brought your bloodied hand to him and gently plucked the bottle-cap sized piece of glass out of it. 

“There.” He breathed, his eyes flicking between your hand in his and your face. 

You wouldn’t meet his eyes. “Thank you.” You said, turning away and starting to run water over your hand, glad for the pain to distract you. 

The sound of running water was all that you focused on for a while, as Leonard moved away from the sink, and the water ran pink. 

Eventually, you had to turn it off.

The silence rang in your ears until a white package appeared on the counter beside you, which you saw contained a large bandage that Leonard had somehow procured.  You quickly applied it with shaky hands and felt the pain slowly ebb into a soft, pulsing ache.

“Are you alright?” Leonard asked softly. 

You flexed your fingers over the rim of the sink which you were still facing. 

“Fine,” you quipped, “thanks for the bandage.”

He didn’t respond, and there was another bout of deafening silence, which caused your mind to start churning and your jaw to start clenching. 

“What’s wrong?”

Everything. You so desperately wanted to say.  “Nothing.” You actually said. 

“Y/N, c’mon, you can’t keep doing this.”  He sounded tired. 

Doing what?  Loving you?

“Just go, Leonard.” You said, pressing your knees against the counter for support. 

“Just tell me what I can do.” He insisted. 

“NOTHING.” You insisted right back. 

“Y/N.” 

You heard his steps towards you.  Felt his hand rest on your upper arm, and you snapped, shrugging him off quickly.  He reached for you again, this time for your elbow, and you pushed him away again.  Your forearm, you swiped away.  And just as you were turning to push him, to get him away from you, he grabbed your wrist and spun you towards him.  Your other hand instinctively came up as well, and he grabbed that one too. 

He held your wrists, tight, at the level of your head, and looked down at you, hard, insistent, determined.  

You were barely aware of the back of your thighs hitting the far countertop. 

Barely aware of a soft ‘oh’ leaving your lips. 

Barely aware of all your anger fleeing from your chest. 

“What’s.  Wrong.” Leonard said poignantly, his face inches from your own, the heat from his body radiating into you. 

You were staring up at him through watery vision, on the precipice of tears, of breaking down, of falling apart.  

“I miss... I miss...” You stammered, your words getting lost. 

“You miss what, darlin’?”

Darlin’. 

“I miss you.” You whispered. 

There was a heartbeat of pause, a heartbeat of hesitation, but when his thumbs stroked the soft skin of your wrist, you were done for.   

In a moment of pure, blind longing, you surged up and kissed him. 

You expected to find resistance, to find stiffness in the kiss, but the instant your lips touched his, he melted into you.  He released your wrists only to wrap his arms around your waist and back, pulling you flush to him.  

The sensation of your body against his was enough to elicit a moan out of you, and he took the opportunity to kiss you deeper.  

His lips were so familiar, the way he tasted and the way he held you ingrained into your memory, but this also had a fire to it that was just so unique, and so charged, that it left you breathless. 

Your arms wound up around his neck, and you kissed him with every ounce of passion and love that you had.  

And then he was pulling away from your lips, kissing down your neck and leaving fireworks in his wake.  

When he made his way back to your mouth, you kissed him once before breaking it, pressing your forehead to his and holding his jaw in your hand, thumb running over his lips.  

His arms were hot and tantalizing around you, body aflame and breath heating your fingertips. 

“What are we doing?” You whispered deeply. 

He shook his head softly against yours, making you smile. His hazel eyes were alight with a spark that you had not seen in a long time. 

He smiled and kissed your fingertip before responding, “we’re continuing what never should have ended.”

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Wherever We Are (part 3)

Intro: Welcome to another installment of this series! 

Part 1 Part 2

Pairing: Leonard McCoy x reader

Word Count: 1,681

Warnings:  I haven’t written the whole fic yet so I am just going to guess but will put specific warnings in each part to warn you guys.  Swearing, capture, pain, torture (don’t know if I’m going to describe it yet), small injury treatment, being hung upside down for an extended period of time.

Summary:  Getting lost in the forest with the grumpy CMO is not the most ideal situation, but things soon take a turn for the worst when you are captured and taken hostage.  The alien species interrogates you for information you don’t have, and there are harsh consequences.  How will you ever find your way back home if you don’t even know where you are?

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Your cold, fitful sleep was interrupted abruptly by a sharp shake to your shoulder.  You were instantly aware of your sore abdominal muscles and groaned, your eyes opening heavily and slowly. 

"Hey, kid, get up." It was Leonard, who had straightened up and was now standing over you. "I think they're coming."

That really got you moving, pushing yourself up onto your hands, and becoming increasingly aware of the sound of footsteps reverberating off the stone walls.  Your abs hurt with every tiny movement, and you grunted as you tried to get your feet under you.  Hands quickly found your upper arms and Leonard helped to get you to your feet, keeping a grip on you as you steadied yourself.  

A sharp voice made you jump, and you released Leonard's forearms as you turned to see dark figures enter the room.  

Their whole bodies looked like they were made of scales, head to toe, covered in dark armour, punctuated by plates of gold.  They had big scaly tails protruding from their backsides, and large, completely black eyes inset into their face.  

You unintentionally took a step backwards as they approached the cell, and Leonard looked back at you, catching your eye for a second with a steady gaze. 

"Humans!" One of the aliens shouted in barely discernible English. "You will come with us."

"Why are we here?" Leonard demanded. 

"You will come with us." The alien shouted again, and one of them stepped towards the cell with a giant key. 

"We're not going anywhere." Leonard took a step back, closing the gap between you and him and extending a hand that crossed over your front and gently touched your hip protectively. 

"You will come with us." Three aliens entered the cell and advanced towards you and Leonard. 

Leonard's grip on your hip tightened as they neared, and he stepped back, taking you with him.  They smelt of sea water and the stench of rotting plants, and it only made your panic spike. 

One of the aliens grabbed at Leonard, it’s taloned hands ripping him forwards and away from you.  In the tightness of his jaw and the stiff steps Leonard took, you could tell that he wanted to fight back, but when he flipped around in the alien's grip to face you, you could tell he'd made a decision.  To not fight back, to be docile in order not to get hurt.  And his gaze he was telling you to do the same.  

You gritted your teeth as the next alien grabbed you and held your hands to your back tightly.  

Sharp talons were digging into your upper arms as you were escorted out of the cell and through the winding stone corridors.  You climbed up several sets of wide stairs until you ended up at a large set of double doors.  They swung slowly open with loud resounding creaks as you approached, and it made you want to put your hands over your ears.  

The doors opened to a vastly large room, with towering ceilings and tall stone pillars.  It became clear as you entered that is was more of an arena, with stone stadium seats lining the room, with larger, separated seats at each far end of the stadium.  The ground was a fine gravel, almost sand, under your feet, and it made a soft crunching sound under your feet.  

A barely perceptible cool breeze brushed across your bare skin and made you shiver.  For a room with only high windows for light, it was surprisingly bright but the shadows that streaked across the room were very ominous.  

You were pushed into the center of the arena, where there was a platform in the center of the room with a large glass box sitting on top of it.  It was taller than it was wide, looking like the size of a stand-alone shower.

"Hey!"

You snapped your head around to see Leonard being shoved towards the platform.  He was trying to wrench his hands free, digging his heels into the sand, but ended up being forced up onto the platform. 

“What are you doing?  Stop!” You yelled, trying to get free yourself, but you were no match for the alien’s grip.  

Leonard was shoved into the glass box, which was quickly closed and sealed behind him, trapping him inside.  He pressed his palms against the glass before slamming a fist against it with a bang, and you could see his shoulders rising and falling with heavy breaths.  

His eyes found their way to you and he looked like he wanted to say something, and you wanted to say something too, but you had no idea what was going on.  No idea what was going to happen. 

With your attention focused on Leonard, you were distracted when two cold metal bracelets were clicked onto your wrists and you were released, arms falling separate at your sides.  

Suddenly, there was a resounding siren echoing through the room.  And without warning the empty stadium was suddenly full, the rows of empty stadium seats filled with aliens in a flash.  The echoing silence quickly turned into an uproar of screams, hoots, and hollers.  

Your heart was hammering in your chest and you felt panic and dread dripping through your system when there was a loud slam, like the bottom of a cane hitting the ground, and the entire room fell silent. 

You spun towards the sound, and you could have almost laughed.  It looked like one of those old medieval movies, where the king was sat on a throne, his guards standing at attention on either side.  The larger alien in the middle held a long staff, with a sharp golden point at the top, and had on similar armour to the rest of the aliens, except his were more ornate, a deep green and purple, with gold accents.  On his head was a line of gold that looked like a thin chain necklace draped over his forehead.  

"Welcome humans!" The alien's voice resounded, loud and echoing through the large room. His English was much smoother and easier to understand than the other alien's language. 

"I am Ch'al, the leader of this species." At that, the entire stadium erupted in applause and cheers.  

Once it died down, he continued. "You look frightened.  What ever is the matter?" 

You stared up at him, teeth clenched tightly together, feeling your knees shake slightly out of fear.  

His mouth curved into a sickening smile, sharp rows of teeth appearing behind his curled lips. "Speak, human!" He demanded, clicking his cane again, the sound resounding across the room. 

Your tongue sat thick in your mouth and you blinked heavily before forcing the words out of your mouth. "Why-why are we here?"

"Very good," he taunted. "You are here, human, because of the Artifact." He said it with such reverence that the words resounded in your brain and shook you to your core.  

What the hell was he talking about?

You curled and uncurled your fists at your side before raising your voice shakily, "What artifact?"

The entire stadium erupted in shouts of laughter, and you looked around, your breath ragged in your chest, dread soaking your nerves. 

"Oh ignorant one," Ch'al taunted, "the Artifact that was stolen from us!  The one that you came here to help us retrieve!" There was more sharp laughter, and it grated against your ear. 

"We came here to retrieve a crashed ship." You said.

"Ah yes," he grinned, "we'll just call that a 'happy accident' that brought you to us, young one."

"What do you want from us?" You shouted, and the crowd fell into a sudden silence. 

"Oh, I don't want anything from him." The alien gestured with his head towards Leonard, who was standing stoic when you looked over your shoulder at him. "I just want you."

Your heart pounded in your chest, and your palms grew sweaty. "What do you want from me?" You asked, not feeling prepared for what the answer was going to be. 

"I want information."

Well that wasn't what you were expecting. 

Ch'al looked down his nose at you, cocking his head slightly to the side before continuing. "We'll start from the beginning.”

The crowd fell into a silence again and a cool drip of sweat snuck down the back of your neck and made you shiver. 

“Tell us everything you know about your father."

Your mouth went dry.  A shiver drew down your spine. "M-my father?" You stammered, swaying slightly on your feet. 

Ch'al's gaze was even and undeterred by your fright as he waited for you to continue. 

"I barely knew my father," you gulped, "he left when I was six.  I was raised by my mother."

"Child, you test my patience." His tone had suddenly switched from taunting to icy, and the crowd started shifting excitedly in their seats. "Let me show you what happens when you test me." He clicked his talons together as you would snap your finger and there was a sudden gurgling and gushing sound. 

You spun around to follow the sound, and your heart contracted painfully in your chest.  The sound was coming from the box that Leonard was trapped in, now about a foot of water soaking Leonard's calves.  You saw true panic in his eyes as you both realized what was happening, and Leonard slammed his fist on the side of the box, shouting something that was muffled through the glass box. 

"Let him go." You demanded, spinning back to Ch'al, fury and true fear sparking in your veins. "You don't want to do this."

"I don't?" Ch'al's voice was back to taunting. "I want information, Sweet, and this is how I'm going to get it."

It was then everything seemed to swirl in slow motion as realization hit you.  This wasn't just a hostage situation.  They weren't just going to hold you and Leonard captive until you were rescued.  They wanted something.  Something you were going to have give them.  Something you didn't have.  And they were going to torture Leonard for it.  

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Parts of Me (part 3)

-A Leonard McCoy x reader mini series-

A/N: I call this part ‘Bones is working as fast as he can will you leave him alone?’

Part 1  Part 2

“Bones what the hell are you doing up there?” Jim’s voice blared through the com as Leonard stepped out into the hall, out of Y/N’s room. 

“Doing my job.” Leonard snapped back. 

“Well could you do it a little faster, we need you down here!” There was a muffled explosion from the other end of the com. 

“I’m sorry, Jim, but I have a patient to attend to, a very... special... patient.”

“This is no time to play favourites, Bones, now get your ass-” Jim’s voice cut out mid sentence. 

“Jim?  JIM!?” Bones yelled into the com before snapping it shut and pressing it to his forehead in frustration. 

“Leonard?” Scotty’s voice was hesitant as the door slid open. 

“Yes?”

“I don’ know what yer plan is, but we might need to pick up the pace a little.” He looked hesitant as he wrung his hands. 

“Why?” Leonard crossed his arms over his chest. 

“Because this software that seems to be embedded in her... Leonard, it seems to be frying her from the inside out.”

Leonard gulped back a pang of worry, but maintained his composure. “What do you mean, frying her?”

Scotty’s hands waved as he explained quickly. “The system is nothing like I’ve ever seen before, ever.  No’ even in the one we brought aboard to take a look at. She seems t’a be the only one with this particular software.”

“What the are you getting at, Mr. Scott?”

“Sir.” Scotty looked at Leonard, hard. “She isn’t like the others.  The others are fully computerized, ‘cyborgs’ if you may.  She?  She’s only part computer.  The other part is human.”

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Parts of Me (part 2)

-A Leonard McCoy x reader mini series-

Part 1

“Aye, I dunno wha’ in the world this software is, but wha’ever it is, it’s definitely wha’s causing her t’a blackout.”

This voice was not familiar as you once again were drawn out of the blackness of sleep.

“Hey, she’s waking up, just, back off a little, she spooks easy.” That was the voice of Dr. McCoy, you recognized.

This time it was a lot easier to get your eyes to open, and the first thing you saw was his face.  

“Welcome back, darlin’.”

“What does that mean; ‘darlin’’?” You sat up a little, feeling fine despite just having passed out from pain.

“It’s a human colloquialism, and it’s something I say when I don’t know someone’s name.”

“Interesting.  My name is Y/N, if you would rather.”

“Y/N.” He tested the word on his tongue and his eyes seemed to soften around the edges.

“I’m sorry t’interupt, bu’ I’d really like t’a run s’more diagnostics.” The source of the first voice came into your view now.  A man in a red shirt stepped forward. He looked a little older than Dr. McCoy, with soft features and whispy red-brown hair.

Dr. McCoy stepped back and gestured to the man. “Y/N, this is Mr. Scott.”

“Or Scotty, if ya like.” The red-shirted man smiled.

“Yes, or Scotty.” Dr. McCoy smirked. “He’s our head engineer.”

You tipped your head at him in acknowledgment, but looked back to Dr. McCoy in question, “You are both heads of your department, why aren’t you down in the fight?  Surely you’re much more needed there”

“Not necessarily, you’re still blacking out, and that’s my main concern right now.” Dr. McCoy looked down at you pointedly.

“Your main concern?  With a bloody battle going on down below?” Your eyes slid back and forth between the men questioningly.

Neither of them answered, so you spoke again.  “Why am I so important?”

They exchanged nervous glances before Scotty’s eyes widened, his lips pursed as he turned back to the screen.  Dr. McCoy glared at him for a moment before turning back to you.

“Because…” He sighed, as if he didn’t want to complete the sentence.  “Because you might be our key to winning this war.”

“War?” You told your display to search Doctor Leonard Mccoy, quickly scanning the data before continuing, “This vessel and its crew is supposed to be on a research expedition.  Why are you involved in a war?”

“I think you’d better ask your own people that question, because we were the ones who received a distress signal from your planet.” He explained, "and when we got down there you were the ones who attacked us.“

You scanned his features for a sign that would indicate he was lying when the red light appeared again in your vision.

Squirming on the bed, you started to panic, anticipating the pain, and you barely squeaked out "doctor” before he was at your side, scanning you with a whizzing handheld machine. “Scotty, what’s going on?” He barked over his shoulder as you felt the headache begin to rise.

“I’ve almost isolated it but it seems t'a be triggered by her usin’ the internal software.” Scotty responded as he tapped furiously on the device in his lap.

“Internal software?"  Dr. Mccoy questioned. "Aye.  The computer seems to be integrated into her brain, into her…”

“Central nervous system.” Both men said at the same time.

Dr.  Mccoy looked like he just had an epiphany and quickly stepped away from you, reaching into a drawer.

You, on the otherhand, started to feel the skull crushing pain that had so far preceded blackout.  “Doctor?"  You called out again.

"Hold on, darlin’.” He mumbled as he continued to dig through the drawer. “Hold on.”

You whimpered and squeezed your eyes shut as the men both worked.

“Aye! I’ve go’ it! Just one switch an-”

“No, Scotty, don’t do anything until I give her this… DAMNIT WHERE ARE THE…” You heard his frantic search through the drawers suddenly halt, “agh, there they are.”

“Wha-?”

“If you turn that off right now it’ll throw her system way off kilter and god-knows what I’ll have to do to fix her.”

“Alrighty-then.”

You felt the doctor’s form near the side of the bed and you unsqueezed your eyes to see him leaning over you.

“I’m going to give you this neuro-relaxant to slow down your system. Hopefully it’ll make you relax enough that we can stop you from blacking out, okay?” He hovered over you, his hand already pressed to your neck, but you could tell he was waiting for your consent.

You managed a nod just as another ripple of pain shocked through you and your back arched off the bed in response.

You didn’t even feel the pinch of the needle, but you did feel your body begin to relax. But the headache was still there, still achingly painful.

“Now, Scotty!” The doctor’s voice echoed in your ears.

“Aye.”

The ringing in your ears suddenly reached a peak before it cut off entirely with a loud click. The pain receded just as fast, and you were left lying on the bed, gasping for breath and barely able to move.

You felt a few drops of water slide down your cheeks and you tilted your head questioningly.

“Y'allright?” The doctor sat the head of the bed up a little and you looked up at him through a blurry gaze.

“What is-?” You lifted a tentative hand to touch your cheeks.

“Tears, darlin’, they’re tears.” A soft tissue joined your hands and you realized that Dr. McCoy was dabbing at your cheeks.

“I did not know I could produce tears.”

The doctor hummed in response and looked down at you curiously.

“You know my name.” You commented and mumbled a soft ‘thanks’ as he removed the tissue.

“What?”

“You said you only say 'darlin” when you don’t know someone’s name, but you know my name.“

The corners of his mouth tipped upwards. Almost a smile. It made him look handsome. "It’s used as a sort of 'term of endearment’, as they say.”

“Hm.” You hummed, tipping your head back against the bed. “Interesting.”

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Parts of Me (part 4)

-A Leonard McCoy x reader mini series-

Part 1  Part 2 Part 3

When Dr. McCoy stepped back into the room, he looked a little more sullen than before, a little more...

You resisted the temptation to get your display to scan for emotion, because that’s what Mr. Scott said brought on your headaches. 

“Is everything alright?” You asked as the doctor wordlessly resumed his spot in front of the screen next to the bed. 

“Other than my fellow crew-members and friends being trapped down there, fighting your people, everything’s just peachy.” 

You didn’t need your display to tell you that he was being snarky, and you were a bit taken aback.  The doctor had been nothing but kind to you up until now, what changed?

“Did I do something wrong, doctor?”

His eyes flicked closed and he let out a breath, his shoulders falling a little before he responded. “No, it’s not you.” He seemed to want to continue, but stopped.

“When can I be returned to my people?” You asked, and you could feel the effects of the relaxant slowly starting to wear off. 

Dr. McCoy’s eyes suddenly flicked to yours.  Hurt. Your display provided without you ordering it to. 

“You want to go back there?” His voice was rough. 

“Alllllright, lady and gent, shall we take another look at what we’ve got goin’ on here?” Scotty’s loud voice cut through the tension that Dr. McCoy’s question left hanging. 

His eyes lingered on yours for a second more. 

“Didn’t you fix it when I almost blacked out last time?” You questioned, turning now towards the hesitant-looking engineer. 

“Yes... an’ no.” He grabbed his PADD and sidled up next to you. “Ye see I could only shut down tha’ part temporarily, the signals are becoming too compressed to stay stable for long periods of time.”

“Compressed?”

“It’s building up too much pressure, tha’ no matter how many times we release it, it’s goin’ t’a continue to build back up.”

You contemplated the meaning of this for a minute. “So you’re saying if I continue to use my ISD that I will eventually overload the system?”

“ISD?” He asked. 

“Internal Software Display.”

“Ah... and yes, eventually, the signals will put too much pressure on the nerves an’ tissue tha’ they are attached to and ye will eventually... short circuit, for lack of a better word.” 

“Your brain will shut off and you will die.” Dr. McCoy’s voice cut in and you looked up at him, the annoyance in his eyes making anger fizzle in your fingers. 

“Do you know nothing of my species?  We don’t have brains, or nerves, or tissue, or hearts.” You looked at Dr. McCoy pointedly on the last word. 

“The thing is, you do.  You do.  You have a heart and a brain and nerves.” He stalked to his screen and turned it sharply so you could see it.  “Look.  Lungs and a stomach and everything.”

The glowing screen showed what looked like a green outline of a body.  An x-ray, you recalled.  But you had only heard of x-rays from classes you’d taken, and since your people never needed them, you had no idea what the inside of a body looked like, let a lone a human one. 

“This makes no sense to me.  You could be showing me anything, anyone.  I don’t believe you.” You growled. 

“It’s all right here!  Heart, lungs, brain.” He pointed to the different parts as he spoke. “And it’s a live x-ray from the bed you’re on, go on, move your arm, you’ll see it move on the screen.”

You didn’t move, only stared at him, your jaw set. “Why are you doing this?”

“I’m trying to save you, damnit!” His chest heaved with angry breath and his eyes were alight with an emotion you couldn’t place. 

“You’re not saving me by telling me lies, doctor.  Now, take me back to my people.” You lifted your chin and tried to keep as much dignity as you could from your spot on the bed. 

Dr. McCoy wasn’t the one who responded this time.  It was Scotty.  “Lass, if we send you back down there, you’ll die.  The software will overwhelm your system.”

“Then how do we fix it?” You fell back in the bed a bit. 

Dr. McCoy spoke up again from behind Scotty, and his three words shook you to your core.  “We remove it.”

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Parts of Me (part 5)

-A Leonard McCoy x reader mini series-

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Ice cold fury slid through your veins.  “What?” You spat. 

Dr. McCoy turned to you, arms crossed over his chest. “The only way I can possibly think to save you is to remove the whole system.”

“That’s preposterous.” Your fingers curled in the sheets. 

He wouldn’t meet your eyes.  

Pushing the blanket down, you slid to the side of the bed. “You can’t remove something that makes up my entire person.  It’s the same as saying you want to remove all the blood vessels from your body.  It’s not possible.”

Dr. McCoy huffed a laugh. 

“You find my life to be amusing?” You seethed. 

Finally his eyes met yours, and you were surprised that there wasn’t anger in them. “You don’t understand.”

“Then explain it to me.”

“I have been.” He stepped towards you now, giving you his full attention, which was quite intimidating. “I have done nothing but explain it to you.  You are not like them, okay? You are flesh and blood where they are computers and wires, nothing else.”

“I don’t have blood-”

“Before I brought you up here, I was treating men down there for injuries, but they weren’t soaked in blood.  No.  They were soaked in oil, in fluid from your men, not blood.”

“I-”

“Those bastards must have kidnapped you when you were a kid or something and integrated their damn computers into your system.  And now your body is rejecting it.”

“Kidnap?!” Your toes landed on the floor and you moved to stand in front of the doctor.  “What are you saying, Dr. McCoy?”

His hazel eyes bored into yours and he gritted his teeth before responding. “I’m saying you’re human.”

A zap spiked up your spine at his words, and it made you sit down hard on the bed.  Your display was going wild, but there wasn’t the familiar red light or headache.  “I’m fine.” You brushed off Dr. McCoy’s concerned hands. 

“See, it’s malfunctioning.  We have to remove it... somehow.”  Looking up, Dr. McCoy’s expression showed deep thought, and his lip was pulled taught beneath his teeth. 

“No.” Was the only syllable you could manage at that moment. 

He looked exhausted when his gaze met yours, and he dragged a hand down his face.  “It’s the only way...”

Your tongue slid over your teeth as your anger grew. “You cannot remove it.  I won’t allow it.”

“Y/N-” He argued. 

“No.  It’s a part of me.” You stood again, ignoring your sensors telling you that you were off balance. “Even if all you are saying is true, how do I know that you don’t just want to open me up to figure out how to destroy all my people?  I won’t allow it.”

His eyes looked sad but you ignored it and continued. “This system, it’s a part of me.  It’s not just something I use to look things up, it’s a part of my personality, a part of my livelihood.  It allows me to see the world the way I like to.  So to remove it would be the same as removing your kindness or intelligence, doctor.  It’s a part of you.”

You stepped up to him and looked him hard in the eyes. “You can’t remove it.”

He looked down at you, his eyes displaying a surprising amount of softness.  It was disconcerting, you’d rather him be raging and yelling, to give you something to work against. “If we don’t, you’ll die.” He said flatly, as if he’d reached the end of an argument, like this is the last time he’d say it. 

You shook your head and blinked hard, trying to find your remaining resolve to fight him. “I can’t just let you take this part of me.  Send me back, Leonard.” His eyes snapped to yours at the sound of his first name. “Please.”

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Don’t Change A Thing, Darlin’

Intro: I know I just posted one for Spock Week, but this one kinda just started to flow out of me (getting my mojo back, yay!) so here is another fic for you!  This one is for Bones week for Trek Fest 2017!  Hosted by the always lovely @outside-the-government - I was late on the Spock fic but not for this one yay!

This is also a request that came from @stucked82:

Hi, I have a request, McCoy x plus size reader, she thinks he’s not interested in her because of the words he said on the first Star Trek movie of Dr. Marcus, she’s the opposite of her, dark short hair, tall, curvy and strong, she could be the combat trainer of the Enterprise maybe? It would be great! Thanks!! Fluff or smut or whatever. 

I know I messaged you about going in a darker, more angsty route, and I wrote most of that, but it didn’t feel right, and I felt like I needed to write something fluffy.  So I did.  

Pairing: Bones x plus size!reader

Word Count: 3,456 (damnit can I not keep anything short anymore!!!)

Warnings: A little self-deprication, some swearing, mention of a past emotionally abusive relationship, used the word “darlin’” way too many times.

Summary: You have been transferred to the Enterprise to work as a combat trainer, and are quickly introduced to Dr. McCoy when he is in one of your classes.  Quickly developing a crush on the handsome doctor (who wouldn’t?), you feel like the flirting is going well until you see him flirting with Dr. Marcus. Were you wrong about him?  Could he ever love somebody like you?

A/N: Not a big fan of writing specifically for a plus-size reader, but I thought this one turned out pretty well - didn’t want to go too deep into insecurities or anything, but they are in there. 

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“Hey dude?  Can you hear me?” You nearly shouted as you knelt over a dark-haired man that had just taken a hard hit in your combat training class. 

“Wha-?” The man’s eyes slowly flickered open, and he brought his hand up to rub at his eye, groaning, “What happened?”

“That idiot back there didn’t know how to properly throw an elbow strike and knocked you flat.” You jerked your thumb at the covering curly-haired blonde, who gave a sheepish finger-wave. 

“Damnit, Chekov.” The man grunted and moved to sit up, emitting a series of groans and a string of curses, including “too old for this shit”. 

“How long was I out?” He asked. 

“Maybe 30 seconds?  Do you want ice or something?”

He touched his cheekbone gingerly, then the back of his head, “Maybe. Probably should just head back to the medbay.”

“Back to the medbay?” You inquired as you offered a hand to help him stand, “You a doctor or something?”

He smoothed his hands over his unruly t-shirt as he regained his balance, “Yes, actually.  CMO, if you like formalities.”

Your eyes widened, “You’re Dr. McCoy?”

“The one and only, darlin’.” He squinted and took a quick look around the room before focusing back on you, hands on hips. 

“I haven’t had my initial physical yet.  Guess you’re my guy.”

“Guess so.” He grinned at you quickly before grimacing when it moved the tender skin of his injured cheekbone. 

There was a few moments where his heated gaze stayed locked to yours before he spoke again, “Well I better let you get back to work, seems some people still have lots to learn.” 

He gave a pointed look at Chekov, who cowered behind the slender Asian man beside him.  

With one last look in your direction, sending butterflies aflutter in your stomach, Dr. McCoy turned on his heel and strode out of the room.  

The class was silent as you watched him exit, and you felt all of their stares on you.  Realizing quickly that you probably had a stupid grin on your face, you traded it for a look of pointed exasperation. 

“Pair off, let’s go.” You instructed sharply, “Chirpov, you’re with me.  Don’t want you giving anyone else a concussion.” 

“I’m here to see Dr. McCoy?  I have a physical scheduled.” You wrung your hands around your workout towel, trying to rid yourself of the feeling of jittery nervousness that made you bounce on your toes. 

“I’ll let him know you’re here, go ahead and wait in room 6, he’ll be right in.” The nurse instructed, giving you a warm smile before turning back to your work. 

Skirting into the room she indicated, you dropped your bag next to the wall and hopped up onto the examination table.  

You had been thinking about this day since the class where Dr. McCoy had gotten injured.  You willed your racing heart to chill out a little so you wouldn’t make a fool out of yourself in front of him. 

The few minutes that you had spent trying to calm your nerves were quickly wasted when finally the door swung open.  Your heart decided to pump overtime as you took in Dr. McCoy, now clad in a white medical tunic, which made his tanned skin and dark hair stand out even more.  You could almost have wept when he looked up from his PADD, his lips stretching into a smile. 

“Y/N, it’s nice to see you again.” The door hissed shut behind him and he moved to sit on the little wheely stool at the side of the examination table. 

“Same to you, Dr. McCoy.  How’s that cheek?”

“Nothing a few hypos couldn’t fix.”

Your laugh was high and chirpy in response, and you cursed yourself for being so on-edge around him. 

“So I’m just going to check a few things, ask you a few questions, and you’ll be on your merry way, if that sounds alright.”

“Sounds just fine to me.” You agreed, but a sudden bout of nervousness struck you, this time not just from being near Dr. McCoy. 

You had always been a bigger woman, bigger than most, and though you knew a lot of it was muscle, thanks to years of combat training, most people were quick to judge.  You were no stranger to the “how can you still be overweight if you workout so much” type questions, so you generally avoided the topic of your health.  Some people could be pretty nasty, pretty insensitive. 

“So what brings you aboard the ship?” He started, his PADD rested on his knees. 

“Starfleet sent me out here because there have been several injuries related to lack of combat knowledge, and thought I could remedy that.”

“Well, if Chekov was any indication, you can probably tell we need it.” Dr. McCoy huffed, making you laugh. 

The rest of the physical went smoothly, with no terribly awkward questions and no mention of your weight, other than him taking it.  

“Alright, looks like we’re all done here.  Go ahead and change and I’ll meet you outside.” He instructed, and you nodded as he stepped out of the room. 

Quickly gathering your uniform, you changed as best you could with shaking hands, still a little jittery from the feeling of his hands on you.  Gently assessing you, quick touches of skilled fingertips.  And the best part was that it didn’t make you feel self-conscious at all, the way he looked at you, and talked to you, his eyes...

You shook your head, dispelling the thoughts.  He was your doctor, nothing more.  Beside, he would never want you back.  You were you, and he was well, him, and you doubted anything would ever come of it.  

A soft knock at the door broke your train of thought, “Y’allright in there?”

You threw your shirt over your head, giving a quick tousle to your hair before heading to the door, reaching for the panel, but as you did, the door swung open prematurely, catching the elbow of the hand you still had in your hair. 

“Agh!” You yelped and pulled your elbow to your chest, rubbing at the skin. 

“Oh, damnit, I’m so sorry, Y/N.  You were taking a while, and I didn’t want- I wanted to make sure you were okay.” Dr. McCoy was rubbing at the back of his neck, and it was then when you realize how close he had been to the door, like he was nearly leaning against it. 

“It’s okay, just a little lost in thought.  Guess the price to pay for that is a bruised elbow.” You chuckled. 

He took your arm in his hands and observed the skin, and, once realizing you weren’t going to bleed to death, he released it. 

Before he could apologize again, you spoke, “So, am I fine?” Damnit, those words didn’t come out in the order you wanted, but the blush that formed on his cheeks made it worth it. 

“You?... Fine?  I mean... you are...”

You decided to put him out of his misery, “Sorry, I meant, did everything check out okay, with my physical?”

He seemed to regain some composure, “Oh!  Yep, fit as a fiddle, darlin’.”

The term of endearment made you smile, “Do you call everyone darlin’, or just those who you’ve injured in some way?”

“It’s only for the people who I know could kick my ass for being a flustered idiot.” He rubbed at the back of his neck. 

You laughed, “Guess that ruins my plan.”

“For what?” He looked at you quizzically. 

“For kicking your ass, you flustered idiot.” You teased, but he only smiled down at you. 

“Sorry, that was bad.” You groaned and rubbed a hand down your face, but a soft touch to your arm stopped you. 

“No worries, darlin’.” The way he was looking at you made butterflies go crazy in your stomach. 

“So I’ll see you around?” You asked, toeing at the ground. 

He smiled, “Yeah.  Actually...” He started, but was cut off by a loud shout of “Bones!” followed by the captain and a blond-haired woman dashing into the medbay. 

You stepped out of the way as they approached, yelling about some torpedoes and Khan, Dr. McCoy’s skilled hands somehow a big factor in this. 

“Ok fine, I’ll do it.” Dr. McCoy’s gentle, sweet expression was quickly traded for a sour look of exasperation. 

You were surprised when his eyes met yours quickly, his look apologetic before being dragged along by the blond-haired woman out of the medbay.

Deciding you better get going, you made your way to the medbay doors, your thoughts still spinning with a certain set of dark hair and hazel eyes. 

“Shit.” You swore when you realized you forgot your gym bag. 

Quickly returning to the room, you scooped it up, your eye catching on the PADD that Dr. McCoy seemed to have forgotten on the examination table.  

Maybe... You thought to yourself as you hesitated just inside the doorway, No, you shouldn’t.  You turned to leave.

But you definitely hadn’t imagined the way he smiled at you or been flustered by your flirting.  

Before you knew it you had his PADD in your hands.  Like a sign from the universe it was still unlocked.  Then, without thinking about it too hard, you opened up a note app and quickly typed out: 

Drinks sometime? Rec Room tomorrow at 7? I’ll buy the first round. - Y/N.

With your heart racing, you dropped the PADD back on the table and dashed out of the room before you could give it a second thought.  

Your class that evening had been especially distracted, and finally you asked what was making everyone so chatty. 

“Didn’t you hear?  Dr. McCoy and Dr. Marcus are going to try to defuse one of the torpedoes.” One of your students said. 

“What?  That’s really risky.” Your heart started racing again at the thought of Dr. McCoy in danger. 

“Yeah, they’re doing it right now, here’s the video feed.” 

Suddenly one of the walls of the training rooms was taken up with a projection of the video feed from someone’s PADD. 

Sure enough, it was the blonde-haired woman from before, Dr. Marcus, you assumed, knelt next to one of the torpedoes. 

“Bones, thanks for helping out. Dr. Marcus asked for the steadiest hands on the ship.” You recognized the voice as Captain Kirk’s. 

“You know, when I dreamt about being stuck on a deserted planet with a gorgeous woman, there was no torpedo!” It was Dr. McCoy’s voice now, but he seemed to still be inside the shuttle. 

“Dr. McCoy, may I remind you that you're not there to flirt.”

“So how can these legendary hands help you, Dr. Marcus?” Dr. McCoy’s head appeared in the door to the ship, and he carried a box as he walked towards the torpedo and Dr. Marcus. 

How could I have been so stupid. You thought to yourself, ignoring the video feed for a moment.  

Of course he would have a type.  Blonde, skinny, intelligent. You felt tears press at your eyes as you tuned back into the video. 

“Sweetheart, I once performed an emergency C-section on a pregnant Gorn. Octuplets, and let me tell you, those little bastards bite. I think I can work some magic on your missile.“ It was Dr. McCoy again, setting down his box of supplies. 

That really tipped you over the edge.  This man who you thought had been so nice to you, very flirty and flustered... you must have misread him.  

“Uhh... class dismissed for today, you can, keep watching here if you want.” You stammered, the class not seeming to have acknowledged your words as you retreated out the door.  

Stupid, stupid, stupid. You chanted to yourself as you strode back to your quarters, shame and embarrassment filling your veins. 

Well at least you knew now, rather than after you got even more emotionally involved. 

Too bad you were already in pretty deep. 

The next day you didn’t have any classes, so you spent the day in bed reading and catching up on sleep.  

You had just gotten dressed after your post-workout shower when a knock sounded on your door. Treading lightly on the carpet, you made your way over to the door and pressed the panel. 

Standing just outside your door was Dr. McCoy, one arm tucked into a sling, the other grasped around a bottle of liquor and two plastic cups. 

“Doctor... what are you doing here?” You sputtered, heart flaring at the sight of him. 

“I saw your note and went to the rec room, but you never showed, so I thought you might be here.  And you can call me Leonard, darlin’.” He looked a little flustered again, and it drew you right back in. 

“I- you- okay, come in.” You took the cups and bottle from his hand and moved back into your room. 

“What happened to your arm?” You asked, setting the bottle and cups down on the coffee table. 

“You haven’t heard?” He tilted his head, and you shook yours. 

“The damn torpedo closed in on my arm when we were trying to disarm it.  Almost got blown up for it, but Dr. Marcus stopped it at the last second.” He explained, and you found yourself becoming in-drawn at the mention of Dr. Marcus. 

“That must have been scary.” You mused. 

There were a few moments of tense silence before you spoke again, “So you saw my message.” Your voice was small. 

“I did.  It made almost getting blown up a little less awful.”

That really made you blush, but you built up the courage to look him in the eyes, “So, Leonard, shall we?” You gestured to the drinks. 

His smile nearly made your heart stop. 

"And that's how I got Jim banned from the biology labs for a week."

You were in tears with laughter, gasping, and you heard Leonard chuckle along with you. 

The both of you had ended up on your bed, a cup of whiskey each, just chatting.  Friendly chatting, you told yourself, that must be what he thinks as well, though with the way he was leaning towards you and the way he was flirting, you would have thought otherwise. 

"That’s an excellent story.  Beats mine by a mile." You laughed. 

"Nah, I thought the story of how your brother set your hair on fire was hilarious, yet very dangerous," He tipped his cup towards you. 

"Oh, Dr. McCoy, you need to live a little." 

"I live just enough to stay away from getting my hair from being set on fire, thank you very much."

You chuckled and leaned back into the headboard, smirking at him as he copied your posture.  

"Alright.” You were feeling much more brave thanks to the whiskey, “We don’t know much about each other, so ask me anything.  Anything at all." You set your empty cup on the side-table and crossed your legs under you. 

"Anything?" He raised an eyebrow at you. 

"Anything."

He exhaled and leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees and holding his cup between his fingers.  

"Favourite colour?" 

"Purple."

"Childhood pets?"

"None, no matter how hard we begged.  Well we had a few fish once, but they all died within a week."

He chuckled, "Within a week?!"

"Hence the no other childhood pets." You insisted, flashing him a smile. 

"That's fair, I guess." He took another sip of tea, "Worst relationship ever?"

You huffed and pulled your knees to your chest, "I've had my fair share of bad relationships, so it's hard to pick the worst one."

Leonard nodded in understanding. 

"But there was one guy, who I would have to say topped the bad of the bad.  I met him in the Academy, second year, and we dated for a while, a few months, I'd say, before he started to try to change me."

"Change you?" He tilted his head and turned slightly towards you, and you admired his form in the dim lighting for a while before focusing your attention back on your knees. 

"At first it was little things.  Ordering for me at restaurants, only salads and low-calorie options, to 'keep my figure', as he would say.  Then it was forcing me to buy a gym membership, which actually was a blessing in disguise because I signed up for a self-defense class and fell in love, hence my career today.  But he insisted I quit and go jogging with him, do 'slimming' exercises.  Then it got verbal.  'Wouldn't you love to get rid of those love handles?' and 'That dress looks a little tight on you.' and flat out 'I would love you so much more if you were thin, because it means you love yourself'."

"God, that's awful.  Tell me you dumped his sorry ass." Leonard had tipped his head back against the wall and was watching you intently, and you could have sworn you saw admiration in his eyes. 

"No, actually.  I was a lot dumber back then, a lot more gullible.  So I did what he said.  I took his words to heart, and I tried everything.  I starved myself and went jogging for hours everyday but it was never enough.  And I was so unhappy, Leonard, it was unbelievable.  But I stuck with him, because I was desperate for his love.  For any love."

Leonard had shifted closer, and his knee bumped yours lightly.  

You continued, "And then one day I was coming back from a late night class and walked into his room, like usual and, well let's just say he got what he wanted, a much thinner woman between his legs.  Two actually."

Leonard choked on his whiskey at that and sputtered a few laughs, "Oh my god.  What a little shithead."

You let out a loud laugh and covered you mouth with your hand as Leonard set his cup on the side-table. 

"For the record I do not think you need to lose a single pound.  You are beautiful, strong, and brilliant, and if he couldn't see that, then it's his loss."

You felt your cheeks heat up and you couldn't stop a smile, "Then you are a much better man then he is."

"Thank you, darlin', and you deserve someone much better than him." 

"Maybe I should date someone like you, then." You teased, but his face remained serious. 

"Maybe you should." His eyes met yours.

Your heart stopped in your chest and time seemed to slow as you looked over at him. 

Thankfully, he was the one to speak first, "I don't know if this is the right time to tell you, since we’ve only known each other for a few days, but I've been meaning to ask you, and I've never been good at this stuff, I'm a little rusty since the divorce is all..."

"You're serious?" You sat up, pressing your knee into his.  

"Why wouldn't I be?" His gaze wasn't accusatory, more quizzical, and his fingers that were on his knee slid to rest on yours. 

"Well it's just, with Dr. Marcus, and the whole torpedo thing, and she is so pretty and thin, and I thought that was your type..."

"My type?" He looked hurt. 

"Agh, I'm sorry, I've messed this all up." You pulled away and slid off the bed, padding towards the bathroom. 

"Messed what up, darlin'?  You haven't messed anything up."  You heard him shifting on top of the bed and his footsteps neared behind you. 

"I assumed... that you... I misjudged, I guess..." You spun around to face him now, close to crying, "and it's just with the way I look, and the way you look..."

"Stop.  Just stop right now." He cut you off and stepped closer, "Did I not just make it abundantly clear that that doesn't matter to me?"

"Yes, but..." 

"No buts."  He was terribly close now, and you couldn't resist those hazel eyes that you had dreamed about for what seems like forever. 

"Yes, buts, lots of buts, a pretty large butt right here." You raised your eyebrow up at him and pulled at his wrist, placing his uninjured hand on your hip.  

"Real cheeky, darlin’." A playful smile pulled at his lips and he slid his hand around to your back. 

"I've got lots more where that came from."

"I'm betting on it."

You smiled and grabbed onto the front of his uniform, pulling him down so your lips met in a hard kiss.  You felt your back hit the wall and he pressed you into it, and usually you would be self-conscious about his body against yours, but this time, you couldn't find it in yourself to care.

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Whiskey

Intro: So this is for @outside-the-government‘s birthday challenge!  Happy Birthday, love!  Hope it’s a great one!

My prompt was: “What I really need right now is for you to tell me to get my shit together.”

Pairing: Bones x reader

Word Count: 1,463 (shortish and sweet)

Summary: When you found out Leonard was leaving to go travel around space, you weren’t exactly thrilled, but you took it in stride.  But now that he is leaving next week, the tension starts to build and you really would rather not see him go.  Will you let your guts spill even knowing that he is leaving in a week?  

A/N: So I totally forgot about this challenge until yesterday (sorry Jules) and so I was hunting for ideas throughout the day.  Now, I preface this with the fact that I am currently obsessed with the In The Heights soundtrack (Lin-Manuel Miranda’s first musical) and have been watching videos of it on youtube.  My current favourite right now is “Champagne” and that’s where the idea for this fic comes from.  If you click on the link below you can see that I followed the general outline of the song, and even used some of the same lines because I thought it was that good.  But I didn’t think Leonard was much of a champagne drinker so that’s why this one is called “Whiskey”. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZJhAtR5-KAs

If you’re confused why I used the line: “How do I get this black shit off?” - watch the video, you’ll see why. 

ALSO: I don’t know if half of the dialogue makes sense so excuse any mistakes or weird exchanges.  I’m really tired. 

-Enjoy!-

The paper bag in your hand crinkled as you made your way across the clinic, spotting Leonard across the busy room in his scrubs and white lab coat.   He looked up as you approached, giving you a small smile as he finished up talking with a nurse and turned to you. 

“Y/N?  What brings you to my neck of the woods?  I thought hospitals freaked you out.” 

You tipped your head, “They do, but I bought us a little present to share tonight for getting through our exams and thought I’d surprise you with a ride home.”

He hissed through his teeth before pursing his lips, “I’m sorry, Y/N, I still have patients to see, it’s going to be at least a couple of hours...”

“You’re usually done your day by now...” You looked at your watch.

“I know, but it’s been hell in here today, I just have to finish up a few things.”

“Can’t you get someone else to do it?  You’ve worked nearly every day this week.  You deserve a break.” You chastised, but your heart dropped when he shook his head. 

“I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s fine.  I understand.” You suddenly felt the urge to cry as you stared into his oh-so-familiar hazel eyes and you started to back away, “I’ll see you back at my place later?  We can celebrate then.”

“Y/N, wait.  I didn’t mean to upset you.”  He took a couple steps to follow you in your retreat. 

You backed into the edge of a wheelchair that was parked along the wall and banged your elbow, but you waved off Leonard’s concerned posture, “Nah, I’m fine.” You gulped thickly, your voice wavering, “It’s fine, just ignore me...”

“I’m not going to ignore you.  What’s wrong?” His brows furrowed over the intense set to his gaze, but when there was a sudden cry across the clinic, his eyes flicked around the room before settling back on you. 

“It’s nothing, you’re busy.”

“C’mon.” Leonard huffed and suddenly you were being dragged down corridors until you reached his office and he lead you inside. 

When he closed the door he spun on you, not angry, but he seemed annoyed and it made you want to punch him. 

“Tell me what’s wrong.” He insisted, setting down his PADD and crossing his arms. 

You set the paper bag down on his desk and pulled out the bottle inside, “I got us a bottle of whiskey for tonight, your favourite.”

Leonard’s eyes widened and he stepped forward, taking the bottle from your hands, “This... this is... where did you get it from?”

“This guy on 62nd Street had it.  It may have been illegally imported, but it wasn’t a half-bad price.” You shrugged. 

“You couldn’t have got this just for the end of the semester, what’s the big occasion?” He asked as he started to work on the dark plastic wrapping around the neck of the bottle. 

You toed a the ground, “Well, like I said, we just finished exams, and you’ve worked so hard lately and...” You felt a lump grow in your throat, “You’re leaving next week.”

Leonard lowered the bottle, his fingers still working at the plastic, “Is this about me going to work on the Enterprise?”

Ignoring his question, you glanced at his fingers struggling with the plastic, “Do you need help with that?”

“How do you get this black shit off?” He mumbled, tearing at it harder.

You stepped closer to him, reaching into the pocket of his lab coat and pulling out a pair of scissors, handing them to him.  The sudden close proximity to him was dizzying so you stepped back and wrung your hands in front of you. 

After unwrapping the bottle, he inspected it before setting it down on the desk. 

“Thanks for the whiskey, darlin’, maybe we can share it later-”

“Don’t leave.”

He tilted his head, “What?”

“Sorry, ignore me, I didn’t say anything.” You blurted, your hands shaking so you tucked them into your armpits. 

“No, you did, and I’m not going to ignore you.  If this is about the Enterprise, may I remind you that you’re leaving too?”

“There is no ‘this’, Leonard, I’m fine.” You drew your fingers through the hair at the side of your head, unable to keep them still any longer, “And I am just being transferred one city over, not all the way up into god-damned space!”

“I don’t understand.  You said this was to celebrate.  You said you were happy that I got the job.”

It was impossible to meet his eyes, “I was.  But now?  To see you go?  I really.. I don’t... I’m gonna miss you, is all.” You tried to keep all the words that you wanted to say inside. 

“I’m going to miss you too, but we agreed to message and video chat.” He stepped closer, “And it’s not like I’m going to be gone forever.”

“It might as well be, because you’re going to go up there and make all these new friends and save all these lives and forget about little ol’ me.”

“What are you talking about?  I won’t forget about you.”

“Sure you won’t.” You huffed, trying to hide your impending tears behind your indignance. 

His hands landed on his thighs with a clap, “Why are you being like this?  What do you want me to do?  What do you want me to say?”

“I don’t know.” You grumbled. 

He sighed, “Help me out here.  I’m not letting you leave until you talk to me.”

“God, Leonard!  Just let it go.  I’m all over the place right now.” You wiped furiously at a tear that snuck down your cheek, “What I need right now is for you to tell me to get my shit together.” You let out a watery laugh. 

“Just tell me what’s bothering you, I can help.” He insisted, and a look of hurt flashed across his features. 

“You don’t have to help everyone, Len.” You snapped, perching on the edge of the desk. 

“What are you trying to say?”

“You try to help everyone but you can’t, you can’t if you’re just going to desert them.” Your fingers curled around the edge of the desk as he stepped closer. 

“What are you trying to say?” He repeated. 

You pushed off from the desk, your arms flailing wildly as you spoke, “You can’t just barge into someone’s life with those big hazel eyes and that god-damned lion heart of yours only to leave.”

Leonard extended his fingers before curling them into tight fists, “I don’t know why you’re mad at me.”

A breath desperately escaped you and you pushed away the impending tears in your eyes as you looked up at him. 

“I wish I was mad.” You pushed off the desk to stalk towards the door but he blocked your path with outstretched hands.  

You huffed and started to turn away from him, but something stopped you. The brief look in his eye that you caught.  The confusion and annoyance, but there was something else there as well.  And god help you if it didn’t make your heart swell. 

All of your desire for him built up at that moment and nearly blinded you as you turned sharply to face him, tears perched on your lids.  He looked down at you with worry and concern, one of his arms absently reaching for you.  You looked down at it for a moment before stepping into him, placing a hand on either side of his jaw and crashing your lips to his. 

Leonard's hands quickly found your waist, curling his fingers into the fabric of your uniform, and you sighed into his mouth as you kissed him harder.  But it was when he stroked a hand through your hair that your brain finally snapped back into your skull.  

You pushed away from him, suddenly wanting his hands off you just as desperately as you had wanted them on you.  His features now held a desperate vulnerability, his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open.  Your mouth opened and closed with unsaid words and un-explainable feelings.

"I'm just too late." You whispered, pushing past him finally and stalking out the door, wondering if this was the last time you would ever see the man you loved. 

-Thanks for reading!  I hope you liked it!-

((OMG this is the shortest thing I’ve written in a while and I’m scrolling up and down and so amused by how short it is haha))

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Messy p.t. 2

Intro: So so so here we are my loves, at last (I’m sorry it took so long - blame school).   YES I HAVE FINALLY FINISHED IT MESSY P.T. 2 FOR YOUUU.  

This is a long awaited (and long overdue) sequel to Messy that was requested by a number of you and thank you guys so much for the amazing response that Messy got, it astounds me.  

So hopefully this one satiates your need for more as it is a long one (surprise surprise).  

I want to give a big shout out to @yourtropegirl for setting up a poll for me to decide the uniform that Leonard would wear (right) along with the reader’s dress (left), which you can see above - they are beautiful guys thanks so much.  

Pairing: Bones x reader

Word Count: 5,813 (whoopsies)

Warnings: none, just tooth-aching fluff and a little bit of frustration. 

Summary: So, if you haven’t read the original Messy, Leonard is all upset because Jocelyn is getting re-married and invites Leonard to the wedding. The reader jokingly says that he should go and bring a hot date, not realizing that the hot date would actually be them.  This story is surrounding Jocelyn’s wedding.  I hope you enjoy!

ALSO: I have actually no idea what Jocelyn is like as a person, even what she looks like as I have seen precious few episodes of TOS.  So I wrote her as a blue-eyed blonde who is infuriatingly nice.  Though I have an angst fic planned where she isn’t going to be so nice...

-Enjoy!-

“Nope.  That’s it.  I’m not going.” You fumed, storming out of the bathroom, and stalking past Leonard who was zipping up his shirt.  

Strong hands suddenly caught you around the waist, and you were yanked backwards. 

“Hey, whoa, darlin’.” Leonard pulled you to his chest. 

You beat weakly at his arms in an attempt to pry them off you and kicked your feet, trying to resist him but he was too strong. 

“Let me go, Len.” You pouted, trying to squirm out of his grip. 

“What’s wrong?” Leonard wrapped his arms around you tighter, one arm around your waist, one arm across your chest. 

“I am not going to this wedding.” You stated, pushing off his chest to get away, but he held you fast. 

“Why are- sTOP FIGHting ME!” He shouted as your elbows dug into his sides, trying to get him to release you. 

“Go find some other beautiful girl to bring.” You fought. 

“What are you-OW!  Are you biting me?” Leonard inquired with a huff of laughter. 

You pulled your teeth from his arm, “No.”

He suddenly spun you around in his grip to face him, his arms still locked around you, “What is the matter with you?”

“I-I can’t go, Len.  I just-it’s too much and what if they...” You rambled but stopped when Leonard’s hands gripped either side of your face, making your cheeks squish and your lips pout slightly. 

“You’re freaking out.” He informed.

“Nuhhuh.” You argued through pouted lips. 

“Why are you freaking out?” Leonard released your face enough so you could speak. 

“This dress looks dumb.  I can barely breathe when it’s zipped up and it’s too... ugh.” You tried to explain, but with the disbelieving look that Leonard was giving you, he didn’t get it. 

“Is that it?” He raised an eyebrow and you suddenly had the urge to shave it off. 

“Well that and that this is a big step, Len.  I am meeting your ex, on her WEDDING DAY no less, and I am going to meet your daughter and they are all going to hate me and I look stupid in this...” You started to hyperventilate. 

Leonard’s hands fell to your shoulders and you looked up at him, tears perched on your eyelids. 

“Do not freak out on me.” He chastized with a smile, “I need you there with me today, darlin’.  You are going to be fine.  Jocelyn is going to pretend you don’t exist and Jo is going to love you.” 

“You think so?” You chewed on your thumbnail, your nervous tick, “I am no good with kids.”

Steady fingers under your chin lifted your gaze up to his, “If she loves you even half as much as I do, then you’ll be dragged off to play ‘princess tea party’ and have your ear talked off in no time.”

His sweet comments warmed your heart, but you were still nervous. 

Sensing your hesitation, Leonard leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, a soft, gentle, reassuring kiss and it made you melt on the inside.  Pulling away, he looked deeply into your eyes and thumbed your cheek softly. 

“And I think I have a solution to your dress problem.” A smirk played on his lips as he backed away and walked over to the closet. 

“What are you doing?” You asked skeptically. 

“I had a feeling you were going to freak out, so I decided to have a back-up plan just in case.” He swung the closet doors open and produced a long black clothing bag.   

“No.  You didn’t.” You glared at him. 

“Oh I did, darlin’.” His smirk was devilish as he laid the bag on the bed and unzipped it. 

The black bag fell away and Leonard pulled out a long length of blue fabric. Your jaw nearly hit the floor and a gasp escaped you as you drew the dress through your fingers.  The fabric was cool and smooth, and the colour of the the deep ocean, a beautiful blue.  You couldn’t tell much about the shape of it by the way Leonard was holding it, but you knew it was going to be gorgeous. You snatched it from his hands and hugged it to your chest for a second before dashing towards the bathroom to try it on.  

“Hey, whoa, just slip it on out here, I want to see it.” Leonard called as he took a few steps in pursuit after you. 

“No, no,  I need to do my hair and makeup before I can get into this.” You turned towards him. 

“We have to leave in...” He checked his watch, “20 minutes.”

“You really want to be on time for your ex-wife’s wedding?” You sassed, eliciting an especially exasperated look from Leonard.  

He huffed and grumbled, “No.  Now get goin’.  You have half an hour.” He warned and his hand came down on your ass as you turned, the smack making you jump and giggle as you dashed quickly into the bathroom.  

40 minutes later you were ready, much to Leonard’s annoyance. 

You applied the last of your makeup to a chorus of “Let’s go, darlin’.” and “How long does it take to do your damn hair?” and “The car’s waiting outside.” 

“Alright, quit your whinin’, I’m done, ya lunatic.” You cut him off mid-whine and rolled your eyes. 

“Thank god.” He grumbled, making you scowl at the still-closed door and you touched up your lipstick for a few extra seconds just to spite him. 

Smoothing your hands over the dress you looked at yourself in the mirror, letting out a deep breath.  You could do this.  The dress was absolutely stunning.  When you had slipped it on you had gasped again at the beauty of it.  Leonard outdid himself.  The dress was a carribean blue, you’d decided, the fabric flowy and smooth as it drifted towards your feet.  The top was a little more fitted, with straps that sat on your shoulders as well as fluttery, loose straps that fell down off-the-shoulder.  You had left your hair down, but pinned a few pieces up to frame your face, and your makeup was light but pretty.  

Finally, as you stared at yourself in the mirror, you began to relax.  This was going to be fine.  

You slipped out the door without warning Leonard and stepped out silently to see him turned away from you, adjusting the wrists of his jacket.  You took the time to admire the way the fitted white jacket contrasted against his tanned skin, the cut of it angular and interesting and it suited him amazingly.  But it was the tight, high-waisted black pants, with a gold stripe down the side that really got you.  Damn those legs.  You inhaled sharply, which got his attention and he turned his head towards you. 

Now it was his turn to go wide-eyed and admire you.  His eyes raked up and down your body, admiring the dress that he had chosen for you, and you gave him a teasing smile.  

“Wow...” He breathed, his hands falling to his sides, “Darlin’, you look... wow.” 

You smiled big for him and gave him a little twirl before sweeping up to him, your dress swishing around your ankles. 

“The dress is amazing, Len, thank you so much.” You whispered, running your thumbs under the lapels of his jacket before looking up at him. 

Leonard’s hands smoothed over your back, sliding over the fabric, “You’re welcome.  But I might have dug myself into a hole because you look damn gorgeous in that dress, I don’t know how I am going to keep my hands to myself all night.” 

His breath tickled your face and you laughed as he leaned in to kiss you. 

“You know, it’s bad luck to kiss the bride’s ex-husband’s girlfriend before the wedding.”

By the time you got to the venue, you were nearly an hour late, and you strode through the parking lot towards the almost castle-like building.  The venue was upsettingly beautiful.  And the weather was perfect.  

You squinted in the beating sunlight to take in the caste, the stonework intricate and detailed, the grass surrounding the building green and fresh, and the gardens were magnificent. 

Leonard’s body stiffened.  The arm he had slung around your waist tightened and his fingers skimmed the bottom of your ribs, making you jump a little.  You protested with a grunt but then your eyes found the source of Leonard’s sudden hesitation.  

A limousine had pulled up and a woman in a white dress was climbing out with the help of an older man in a tux.  That must be Jocelyn, you thought, taking one glance at the helpless look on Leonard’s face and knowing you were right. 

You reached over and tugged on the bottom of his suit jacket, “Len, c’mon, don’t panic.” You tried to lead him towards the church but he stayed frozen, his arm falling from your waist.  

A pang of pain for him hit your heart and you wondered what he was thinking, seeing Jocelyn in a wedding dress again, this time not for him.  

Entwining your fingers with his, you tugged at his arm, “Hey, Len, I know you’re freaking out right now but I think it would be really tacky for the ex-husband and his girlfriend to walk into the church at the same time as the bride.”

He finally looked over at you, his eyes sad, and you stroked his hand with your thumb, giving him a small empathetic smile.  He took a deep breath and nodded, and you walked hand in hand together into the church. 

“Who’s dumb idea was this?” You whispered nervously to Leonard as you found two seats near the end of a row in the middle of the church. 

“Uhhh... yours?” Leonard raised an eyebrow, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you settled into your seats that were right next to the aisle. 

The inside of the castle was even more gorgeous than the outside, the sanctuary laid with a dark navy carpet, the ceilings high and arched, with beautiful architecture.  The aisle was lined with white and blue flowers, and at the end of the aisle was the most beautiful arrangement of while lilies, blue hydrangeas, and strings of green ivy that you had ever seen.  You suddenly felt self-conscious in your blue dress, a little mad that you matched the wedding colours, but you didn’t have much time to pout as the music started and the wedding began.  

Bridesmaids and groomsmen glided down the aisle, dressed in colours that matched the theme, dark blues, dark greens and whites, followed by the flower girl.  The girl’s dark hair and furrowed brows made you look twice, as you knew that face, the child looking so similar to her father that you almost laughed. That must be Joanna, you thought, and again Leonard’s hand tightening around yours confirmed your suspicions.  Joanna had on a sweet white dress, her dark hair pinned back with tiny blue flowers, and she was tossing white flower petals out of her little basket, looking rather grumpy at the task at hand. 

Then, suddenly, her head tilted up, her eyes finding Leonard in the crowd and her face broke into a smile. 

“Daddy!” She screeched, dropping the basket to run over to Leonard, who instantly released your hand to embrace his daughter.  

The room filled with a chorus of laughs and “awwws” but you could hear Leonard chiding his daughter’s behaviour as he let her go quickly. 

“Jo-bean, sweetheart, you need to keep walking.” He whispered, wiping a few loose strands of hair out of her face. 

“No, I want to stay with you.” She pouted and crossed her arms.  

Leonard leaned down to look her in the eye, “Joanna McCoy, you have a very important job to do here.  I will see you after, alright?” He leaned in and pressed a kiss to her forehead, right between her furrowed brows.  

“Okay.” She huffed and stomped back to her basket, now throwing the flower petals rather roughly as she made her way down the aisle, eliciting another laugh from the guests.  

When Joanna finally made it down the aisle, the music changed, all of the guests standing to watch the bride enter.  Jocelyn looked absolutely stunning in her wedding dress, it was fitted perfectly and flared out at the bottom, brushing elegantly across the ground.  Her veil was pinned to the back of her head and spread out behind her beautifully, and she looked gorgeous as she glided down the aisle, her arm in her father’s.  

Leonard was unreadable as he watched Jocelyn, his hands folded in front of him, and you wished he would reach for your hand, just to know that he still knew you were there.  

The ceremony was exceptional, the vows were beautiful and you saw many a guest wipe at their eyes.  They really did look in love, but you found it hard to concentrate on anything but Leonard sitting silently beside you, eyes forward, hands in his lap.  Emotions cycled through you as you watched his profile.  

You’d never been the kind of girl who thought about her wedding.  You assumed it would happen one day, but honestly it made you panic.  To be tied to another person for your whole life?  You would take a murderous alien with a phaser over that any day.  

But sitting here, listening to the lovely vows, seeing the sparkle in their eyes as they looked at each other, made you want it.  Made it less scary.  And you quickly realized why.  Because of Leonard.  Because you wanted this with him. But something made your breath hitch in your chest and your fear grow at the thought of marrying him.  He had already done this.  He had done the wedding thing and the marriage thing and the kid thing.  How could you ever compare?

So lost in your thoughts you hadn’t noticed Leonard’s gaze slip to yours until you felt a hand cover yours where it sat on your knee and warm fingers slotted themselves between yours.  A feeling of sureness shot through you, washing away all the fears you had, and if you could have proposed to him right then and there, you would have, but instead you yanked your eyes back to the happy couple in front of you. 

“Do you remember the time we all went paintballing?” 

The entire table broke into a fit of laughter, and Leonard leaned back in his chair as he laughed, nearly tipping over his plate of food that was set in front of him.  

You and Leonard had been assigned a dinner table with some of him and Jocelyn’s old friends, 3 other couples that had been a part of Leonard’s life when he was still married to Jocelyn.  They had done nothing but exchange old memories and talked of their happy, civilized lives, and Leonard fit right in. 

“Yeah and I got Jeff right between the eyes.” Leonard added, sending the table into a roar of laughter again.  

You stabbed angrily at the last of the potatoes on your plate, feeling very disheartened and ignored throughout the entire dinner.  You hadn’t said a word the entire time.  

The dining hall was a gorgeous ballroom draped in gold chandeliers, navy table cloths, and beautiful flowers.  The far wall was lined with floor-to-ceiling windows looking out to vast green rolling hills, the sun beginning to stream through, maybe an hour from setting.  A balcony sat just outside the windows, and you longed to go out there, to be separated from the torture that was this dinner, all the talk of happy married life and kids and things you had no idea about. 

Dinner soon came to an end and Jocelyn and her new husband made their rounds to different tables, saying their hellos and thank yous, both carrying an impenetrable smile on their faces.  People milled about now, anxious for the transition from dinner to dancing, and those who had just a little too much liquid courage started dancing despite the lack of music.  You stood next to Leonard, sipping on your champagne, desperately wishing for something stronger as he continued to chat with some old friends.  

Then, the moment you dreaded since you had agreed to accompany Leonard to the wedding finally arrived.  

“Leonard, thanks so much for coming.” You heard a smooth voice and saw the swish of a white dress approach and wrap her arms around Leonard.  

“Oh, it’s our pleasure, and the wedding’s beautiful, Jocelyn.” Leonard responded, and you stepped closer to his side to join the conversation, taking in the beautiful blonde before you. 

“Thank you, it’s been really wonderful.” Jocelyn beamed, her perfect smile and bright blue eyes making you hate her more with every second you stared at them.  

“Joce, this is my girlfriend, Y/N.” Leonard finally turned to you, pushing you a little forward with a hand on your lower back. 

“Hi.” She smiled and you took her hand, giving it a light shake, “Thanks for coming.”

“My pleasure.” You managed, stepping back, your hackles raised, and threaded your arm through Leonard’s, trying to keep your face as neutral as possible.  

Jocelyn turned back to Leonard, and she wrung her hands in front of her, “Lee, can we talk for a minute?” 

You could have smacked her for calling him “Lee”, but Leonard’s arm tightening on yours held you back. 

“Of course.” He nodded and pulled away from you, his voice calm and even, which felt like a stab to the heart.  

You watched him walk away with Jocelyn, tears suddenly perching on your lids, and he didn’t even give you a backwards glance.  

“Are you my new mommy?” A chirpy voice sounded from behind you, and something pulled at your dress lightly. 

Turning, you saw a little dark haired form dressed in white, familiar brown eyes looking up at you expectantly.  Joanna. 

You sat down on the nearest chair so you were more level with her eyes, “What was that, sweetie?” 

“Are you going to be my new mommy?” She asked again, her little lips pursing. 

You regarded the girl, who looked so much like Leonard, and you shook your head, “No, Joanna, I’m not.” 

“Everyone calls me Jo.” She corrected.

“Alright, Jo.” You nodded. 

“Are you in love with my daddy?” Jo asked, her little fingers playing with the fabric of your dress, near your knee. 

You chuckled, “I am, Jo, I love him a lot.” The words sent a rush of warmth through your chest that mixed with the pain of seeing Leonard walk away with Jocelyn. 

“How do you know you love him?” She asked, and you met her quizical brown eyes. 

The question stunned you into silence and you honestly didn’t know how to respond.  

“Why do you ask?” You stuttered. 

Jo look displeased that you didn’t answer her question, but she responded, “There’s this girl in my class, and I think I love her.” 

“How do you know?” You asked seriously, trying hard not to smile at the sweetness and sincerity of the little girl’s confession.

“She’s really pretty, and I like it when she smiles.” She toed at the foot of the chair before continuing, “Her parent’s don’t have a lot of money, so she doesn’t have a lot of nice things, and sometimes she comes to school without a lunch, so I bring her things.  Like an extra snack, or I get her a pencil when she needs it.  And once I brought her a lipstick and she smiled so big I thought I was going to explode.”

You smiled softly at her now, at her innocent little crush, and felt your heart swell, “Well, Jo, I think you know exactly what love is.” 

“Really?” Jo beamed and you nodded. 

“Do you like seeing my daddy smile?” She asked, suddenly serious now and played with the bracelets that encircled your wrists.  

“I do.” You responded.

“So that’s how you know you love him, silly.” Jo shook her head and giggled. 

“I guess your right.” You nodded, the words hitting you right in your heart, and you tried to keep your emotions at bay in front of the little girl. 

“I like your dress.” She said, returning her little hands to the fabric and pinching it with her fingers. 

“Thank you.  Actually, your daddy got it for me.” 

“He did?” Her eyes went wide and you grinned. 

“He did.  And you know what?  It made me smile.” 

Jo giggled, “That must mean he loves you too!” 

You shrugged playfully and giggled along with the girl, unable to say anything more as a lump in your throat made your words catch in your chest. 

When you heard the balcony doors open and close behind you, you knew exactly who it was.  

“There you are.” A familiar voice approached and you glanced back to see Leonard walking towards you, a smile on his face. 

You didn’t return it and brought your eyes back to the rolling hills and setting pink and orange sky laid out before you.

“What are you doing out here?  They’re just about to cut the cake.” Leonard moved to lean on the railing, perching slightly on the edge and facing you. 

“Just needed some air.” You miffed, keeping your eyes on the horizon. 

Leonard hummed in response and you stood in silence for a few minutes, the soft breeze rustling your dress and the fading sun soaking into your bare shoulders and arms.  

You felt Leonard studying you from where he stood against the railing and you couldn’t decide whether you would rather push him over it or jump over it yourself.  

“Personally, I think if we go, we go together.” Leonard mused, and you realized that you had spoken your thoughts out loud. 

“Sorry,” You mumbled, still not having the strength to look him in the eye, “How have you been today?  I know it must’ve been hard on you.” 

Leonard squinted over at you for a split second, as if he could see right through your forced upbeat tone but seemed to ignore it as he responded, “It’s not been bad, actually.  It’s hard seeing her so happy, when she’s broken my heart a million times, but I can’t help but feel happy for her.  And I just can’t stop thinking about our wedding day.  It was so similar to this, and she looks exactly the same.”

He huffed a laugh and smiled down into his hands, completely unaware of how his words tore into your heart. 

“It makes me want to be here, to be a part of it, for Jo.  Her mom get’s remarried and her dad is traipsing around the universe for years at a time.  No one is here to help her deal with it, to help her through it, you know?  She needs her dad.” 

You nodded tersely, barely containing the tears of frustration that pressed at your eyes and formed a lump in your throat.

“That’s actually what Jocelyn wanted to talk about.” He continued, “Jo’s been stealing things, little things from home and school, like a pencil from the teacher’s desk or food from home, and even some of Joce’s makeup has gone missing.  And I can’t help but feel partially responsible for that.”

“It’s not your fault.” You mumbled, picking at the stone railing with a fingernail. 

“That’s awfully nice of you to say, darlin’, but this is textbook attention seeking behaviour...”

“No, Len, I talked to Jo, when you were off with ‘Joce’.” You started, not even trying to hide the malice in your voice, “She has a crush on this kid in her class who comes from a rough family who don’t have a lot of money, so Jo sneaks her things, little gifts to make her smile.  It’s really quite sweet.”

“She said that?” He asked, his gaze searching. 

“Yep.” You started, your tone flat, “Jocelyn should have talked to Jo first before making assumptions behind her back.  She’s a really bright girl.” 

When Leonard didn’t respond, you looked over to see him staring at you, dumfounded, and you just rolled your eyes and huffed. 

“We should get back in there.” You turned and started towards the door, but his hand on your arm stopped you. 

“Are you okay, Y/N?  You seem bothered by something.” Leonard’s gaze was incessant and concerned on yours, “Is it something I said?” 

“It’s nothing.” You brushed him off but his grip on your arm tightened, his eyes meeting yours firmly. 

“Spit it out.”

A those three words you let a few tears fall. 

You swiped at them furiously, ripping your arm from Leonard’s as your agitation and frustration began to build.  

“Y/N, what is it?” Leonard’s voice was soft now, but he looked hurt at your sudden hostility. 

“I never wanted the big wedding.” You blurted and immediately wanted to shove the words back into your mouth. 

“What?” Leonard questioned, a look of complete confusion on his face. 

You curled your fists at your side and pushed the frustrated tears back, “I never saw myself as a bride, period.  Especially not with the big poofy dress and the flowers and the castle, it was never what I wanted.  But seeing all this, being here with you, it makes me want it, no matter how big of an asshole you’ve been today.”

“An asshole... when have I-?” Leonard started defensively but you cut him off. 

“You have ignored me all day.  Ever since we saw Jocelyn step out of that limo I have been like a second thought to you, like you had to remember I was there, like I’m just some arm candy that you dragged along.” Your blood boiled in your veins and your breathing was ragged with anger, “And you have been watching her all day.  Do you know how much that hurts?  To know that she had you first, that you’ve done all this already, with her.  You’ve done the wedding thing and the married thing and the kid thing.  It makes me feel inferior, like sloppy seconds or something, and I know it’s stupid, but I’m jealous.  I’m jealous that she got you first.”

You fiddled with the fabric of your dress, playing with it between your fingers as you tried to slow your breathing, calm the roar inside your brain, and Leonard waited patiently for you to continue.

“You are talking about all these things, all these past memories and I get it, I wasn’t part of your life then, but it’s the future stuff.  It’s that stuff where you talk about moving back here, becoming a part of Jo’s life again and I have to wonder.  What about me?  Where do I fit into this equation?  Even if you were just saying those things, it makes me feel invisible.” You felt the anger drip out of your veins, followed by a few more hot, frustrated tears that slid down your cheeks.  

Your mind was reeling and it felt like your emotions were right beneath your skin, like you were translucent and he could see everything.  

Silence.  He gave you silence.  The wind rustling the leaves and brushing through your dress were the only sounds, and you felt the air, cool on your damp cheeks as you stared at the ground, pressing back the sobs that were so close to escaping you.

Suddenly you couldn’t take it anymore.  You had poured your heart out, showed him your true feelings through your translucent skin, and he had nothing to say.  You turned to leave, picking up your dress and starting towards the balcony doors, defeat leaving your limbs feeling heavy and slow, like you were moving through molasses.

“I’d always thought we’d have a small wedding.  A unique wedding.  Like on a mountaintop, or in a barn, or even on the damn ship.” You froze in your tracks, and he chuckled softly, “but if you want a big wedding, sure, we can do that.” 

His words were like strings, wrapped around your sluggish limbs, pulling you back to him, and you turned slowly, tucking your shaking hands behind your back. 

“I’m not proposing now, don’t worry,” He continued, probably noting your wide eyes and hesitant stance, “but after, for our honeymoon, we could go somewhere warm and tropical, lay on the beach all day, or a cabin in the woods, away from everybody and everything else.”

Leonard took a sauntering step towards you and you felt your heart squeeze in your chest. 

“And as for moving back here to be with Jo?  If it ever happened, we would make it work. You would stay on the Enterprise because you do a brilliant job up there, love, and we would message, and call, and I would meet you wherever in the galaxy you had shore leave. Because, darlin’, you’re it for me.”

You couldn’t breathe, your breath stuttered in your lungs and your eyes glistened with new tears, these ones much more happy than before. 

“You were my best friend for the longest time,” He pressed on, “and you helped me through some rough stuff, and I helped you through some rough stuff.  And I watched you dive in and out of relationships, and you watched my marriage fall apart.  I left you behind to go on away missions, and you left me behind to go on your own.  We were two disasters thrown together.  One great big ol’ mess.” He was close enough now that he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, “You are still my best friend, darlin’, but I wouldn’t go back for the world, because what lies ahead of us is miles better than all the crap we’ve left behind.” 

Leonard thumbed at your cheek, ducking his head so you were forced to meet his eyes and he gave you a lopsided smile, “I can’t change the fact that you weren’t the first, but I can sure as hell make you my last.” He tilted your chin up with his thumbs, “So I’m telling you, you are it.  You are it for me.”

He smiled softly down at you as a few tears tracked down your cheeks. 

“I’m it.” You grinned, letting out a watery laugh. 

“You’re it, darlin’.”

A smile pulled at your lips now, and you shook your head lightly, barely believing the words were coming out of his mouth, they felt more like a dream than reality.  In a surge of happiness you dove up, pressing your lips to his firmly, your hands threading into the lapels of his jacket to pull him closer.  

Leonard smiled under your lips and wrapped his arms around your waist tightly, drawing you to him, your feet almost leaving the ground, and you slid your arms up around his neck.  

Then, all in one swift movement, Leonard swung you around, and before you knew it you had lifted your feet of the ground and you were spinning,  You broke the kiss, letting out a screech of laughter as you clung to him, feeling Leonard’s chest rumble and his breath brush across your neck as he laughed along with you.  Your dress swished wildly as you spun, the colours in the sunset sky blurring together as you threw your head back and reveled in the feeling of his arms holding you tightly to him.  

Slowly he came to a stop, still pressing you against him, and you dropped your toes to the ground, leaning up quickly to capture his lips again, drawing him down by the back of his neck into a dizzying kiss.  Or maybe you were just dizzy from all the spinning.  

Heat spread up your spine and shoulders as his hands roamed your lower back, sliding over the slick fabric of the dress and barely brushing, teasing your bare skin.  You pulled back, gasping, still trying to catch your bearings after the spinning, and your gaze caught on something in the glass of the door. 

"There's a little face in the window." You giggled, and Leonard swung his head to see his daughter with her face pressed up against the glass. 

As soon as Jo saw that she had been spotted, her eyes went wide and she dashed out from under the curtain and back into the hall, the curtain swinging back in her absence. 

Leonard chuckled and groaned, leaning into you and pressing his forehead into the crook of your neck.  You laughed and threw your arms around his neck, surprising him with the sudden hug.  His arms slid around you snugly and you reveled in the tightness with which he embraced you.  

"Uh oh." You laughed and Leonard pulled back, looking at you before following your gaze to the window again. 

He shook his head and laughed at Jo who had returned, her little eyes peeping at from behind the curtain now, more discrete than before, but still visible. 

"She's too smart for her own good." Leonard sighed, dropping his hands from your waist. 

"Just like her daddy." You teased, fixing a lock of his hair that fell out of place. 

He smirked playfully and pressed a quick kiss to your forehead, "Guess I better go catch that little rascal."

He turned to go but stopped, your hand still in his and he drew back towards you, pulling your hand to his his mouth, the press of his warm lips making you blush. 

"Darlin' I'm sorry about today. I will make it up to you, I promise.” He breathed, nuzzling your hand. “Are we okay?" 

"We're okay." You nodded, drawing him quickly to you and pressing a quick kiss to lips.

Finally letting you go he turned and started towards the door, Jo's little eyes going wide again, but this time she didn't run away, just smiled as she saw her daddy approaching.  Leonard swung the doors open, revealing Jo and the music of the hall flowed out into the retreating sunset.  

"What do you think you're doing, little miss?" Leonard teased, looking down at his daughter. 

Jo only giggled in response and played with a decal on her dress. 

"You know how I have to punish you, you little peeping tom?" He knelt down so he was eye level with the little girl. 

"How?" She asked sadly, her little lip pouting. 

"With a tiCKLE ATTACK!!" Leonard yelled and reached for Jo who realized quickly what was going on and dashed away screeching, Leonard's hands missing her by inches. 

You were left on the balcony, watching the love of your life, your best friend, the best father in the world, scoop up his little girl and laugh with her as he attacked her with tickles.  

And you wondered how in the world you ever going to tame your messy heart. 

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Leonard McCoy Masterlist

Last Updated: May 19, 2017

Backwards : Full Fic, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

I’m Not Stupid

Oxygen

Red

Damn I Love You

Sing it To Me

Stop Apologizing

Messy Messy p.t. 2

A Dreamy Diagnosis

The Blind Theory

Unimaginable

Motivation Ficlets

Playing House

Unexpected

Dance With Me

The Blind Theory

A Dreamy Diagnosis

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Unimaginable

(the title is a Hamilton reference **surprise surprise** from the song “It’s Quiet Uptown - “going through the unimaginable”)

Intro: I am going to preface this fic by saying I am so sorry.  Like holy moly.  I honestly have no idea where this came from but I guess I was in an angsty mood and this just put itself together in my brain.  

This is for the ever-so-lovely @trekken81‘s Ed Sheeran Challenge and I chose the song Dive.

I didn’t know the song before writing this fic, and honestly struggled for a while with it.  But then I thought of one of the drabbles that I wrote for 400 followers, and it really connected with this song.  It is The One Where Leonard Drowns - you can see already where the angst is coming from.  Feel free to read that one first, as it may give you some context into the ‘memories’ that are dispersed through the story, but you should be able to read this without reading the drabble. 

Pairing: Bones x reader

Word Count: 1,700

Warnings: Heavy on the angst.  Small amounts of fluff but it only makes the angst hurt more.  Sorry.  Brief description of CPR.  A lot of sadness.  

ALSO: The formatting for this one is pretty weird.  It makes sense in my brain but that’s probably because I wrote it lol.  So if it doesn’t make sense I’m sorry. The italicized words are memories, the non-italicized words are current events, and the lyrics for the song are italicized and indented.  

-Enjoy!-

“Tell me what to do!  I need you to tell me what to do!”

His ribs crunched beneath your hands as you pounded on his chest. 

“I need you, Leonard.”

You dug the heel of your palm into your eyes, trying to dispel the images. 

The feeling of his lips, strikingly cold, unnaturally cold against yours as you forced air into his lungs.

Gasping, tears stinging your eyes, you scrubbed at your lips with your hand until they were numb. 

A knock.

The snap of a twig, the aliens approaching, and you curled over his un-moving body protectively. 

You looked through watery eyes to see a silhouette at your door. 

The form was leaning against the frame, and it struck another memory into your brain. 

Maybe I came on too strong Maybe I waited too long Maybe I played my cards wrong Oh just a little bit wrong Baby I apologize for it 

“Is this seat taken?” 

Hazel eyes glided into your view, framed by a tan face, dark hair, and a gentle smile. 

“Yes, actually, it’s reserved for my feet.” You smirked up at him and stuck your feet up onto the chair. 

“And why aren’t those feet out on the dance floor?  Especially since they are connected to a beautiful young woman such as yourself.” A handsome smile curled at his lips.

You rolled your eyes and huff, but you couldn’t hide a grin, “Are you asking me to dance...”

“Leonard.  Leonard McCoy.”

Another knock, and a soft voice, indecipherable behind the closed door. 

“You’re an asshat, Leonard McCoy.”

Footsteps were following close behind you,“Wait, Y/N, I can explain. Just stop.”

You didn’t. 

“I always meet douchy guys at that bar, I thought I was wrong for once.  Guess the streak continues.”

You fumbled with your keys, frustrated with your shaking hands. 

“Come on, darlin’.  Let me explain.” He appeared at your side, taking your keys and deftly unlocking the door in one controlled movement. 

“No.” You stepped into the room, blocking Leonard from entering, “And don’t call me ‘darlin’’.”

You slammed the door in his face. 

Stepping in, you threw your bag against the wall and pressed your hands to your forehead before dragging your fingers through your hair and letting a few tears fall.  Looking back towards the door, you saw his silhouette just outside the translucent glass, leaning up against the door frame, as if he was pressing his forehead against the door. 

“Hey, Y/N?  I’m sorry.  Listen, I really am.  Y/N?”

Another knock woke you from your memory. 

“Y/N? Are you in there?” An voice just outside the door. 

Your tongue was thick in your mouth, your limbs heavy, and you couldn’t bring yourself to move from your fetal position on the bed. 

I could fall or I could fly Here in your aeroplane I could live, I could die Hanging on the words you say I've been known to give my all And jumping in harder than 10,000 rocks on the lake

“Y/N?” The swishing of the door. 

A splash.  You didn’t realize at the time but every moment after that sound would be the worst moments of your life. 

You twisted in the sheets, your legs getting tangled and you felt like you were trapped. 

You were dragged under again.  No air.  You struggled against the dead weight that you had your arms wrapped around and you barely managed to breach the surface.  Air. 

Your toes finally found purchase on the sheets and you were able to kick them off.  Air. 

Through your kicking and thrashing you somehow managed to move to where your tip toes touches the sand below the freezing water.  You couldn't let go of the weight that dragged you backwards.  You couldn't let go. 

A hand on your shoulder, a face hovering over you.

"Hey, did you hide my socks?" A warm breath tickled your hair and you peeled your eyes open. 

"What?" The words slid out of your sleepy lips. 

"My socks." Leonard's face was inches from yours, his body hovered over yours, "You know, the yellow-striped ones, I can't find them." 

"Ohhhh." You sighed, turning over under the blankets, pulling it up under your chin as you settled back into the bed, your eyes falling shut again, "Havn' seen 'em."

"I need them, darlin', my shift starts in 5 minutes." Leonard carded his hands through your hair and pulled at the blankets. 

"Nooo." You groaned, sliding deeper, away from his caressing hands, "Iz not my fault you need your stupid lucky socks."

"They're not stupid, and I have a really important surgery today so just tell me where they are.  I know you know." He revealed your head from under the blankets and started nuzzling around your face, his voice vibrating off your skin, making you giggle. 

"I don't know, you weirdo." You leaned into the soft kisses he was pressing against your neck, sinking your fingers into his hair. 

"You're lying." A kiss to your lips. 

"And how would you know that?" 

"Because, darlin', I know every inch of you, I can tell when you're lying." His hands slid under the blankets now, dancing his fingers down your arms, and you jumped at the coolness of his fingers against your skin. 

"If-if you know everything inch of me, how could you miss...THIS?!" You teased, tugging down the blankets in one swoop and revealing your body, and your yellow-striped-sock-covered-feet.

"You..." Leonard teased, growling before nearly attacking you with a kiss, setting fire to your skin. 

And before you could stop him he was pulling at the socks on your feet, and you were sent into a fit of giggles.  You screeched as his hands roughly slid up your legs, having freed your feet from the socks, and reached your upper body, pinning your wrists to the bed.  

"You are so going to pay for that, darlin'."

“Lass?  Lass?  Y/N?” A hand smoothing down your spine. 

You struck out, connecting with something soft and hearing a quiet “oof”. 

Springing your eyes open, you saw Scotty, a hand pressed to his arm. 

“Scotty?” Your voice scratched at your throat. 

“Aye.” He rubbed his arm.

“Did I hit you?” You sat up on your elbows a bit. 

“No worries, lassie.”

Moving to the edge of the bed, you touched your toes to the ground, focusing on the feeling of the steady floor beneath your feet.  You weren’t drowning.  You were okay. 

Then, a voice.  You weren’t sure if it was Scotty’s or your own. 

“It’s time.” 

His name was the last thing on your lips before the world went black.

“Leonard.”

You met Scotty’s sad gaze. 

The force it took to tilt your head into a nod was unimaginable. 

So don't call me baby Unless you mean it Don't tell me you need me If you don't believe it So let me know the truth Before I dive right into you

"Don't say that."

"Say what?" 

"That you love me."

"Why not?"

"Because of your face."

"My face?"

"You look so serious."

"So?"

"It means you mean it."

"I do mean it."

"Well that's not good."

"Why not?"

"Because I love you, too."

Every step next to Scotty was excruciating.  His hand on your lower back was basically the only thing keeping you upright. 

Then, the room, too white, always too white, too clean, too familiar.  A figure in the bed, too silent, too peaceful, too still, too familiar.    

A shiver went down your spine, the cool wind rustling the treetops stung your soaked skin.  A gray form was splayed out on the beach.

“Leonard.”

You fell next to him, somehow making it onto a chair, somehow not falling to your knees as you took his hand, as his fingers didn’t close around yours.

You leaned in, resting your head on Leonard’s chest, praying to hear anything, any sign of life.

His breathing was even and steady, his heart was beating, not as strong as the the day before, or the day before that, or the day before that.  

Your heart was beating, not as strong as the day before, or the day before that, or the day before that.  You wondered if it’d stop today.

“You stupid idiot.  Why did you have to make me love you?” You spoke to an empty room, to empty ears. 

“Because this would be a hell of a lot easier if I didn’t love you.” Tears created crevices on your cheeks. 

“But I do.” You smiled. 

“See my face? This is my serious face.”

You leaned in close, touching your nose to his. 

“Tell me what to do!  I need you to tell me what to do!”

A kiss to his unconscious lips. 

“I need you, Leonard.”

A knock.  

A twig snapping.

A sympathetic gaze. 

Dark forms appear deep in the forest. 

Panic.  This was not happening again. 

Fear flashed over your skin and you ran your fingers over his chest, pressing down as hard as you could, trying to get blood moving, is that what you're supposed to do?

"Wake up!  Please wake up!" Hot tears dripping down your cheeks. 

“Wake up, Leonard.  I need you.”

A buzzing made you lift your head and you realized that the doctor was talking to you, explaining what was going to happen.  It was like it was another language.  

Monitors were being shut off, wires disconnected, a curtain pulled back.  You were drowning. 

You curled closer to him as a dark form loomed over you. 

“Please, Leonard, come back to me.”

Then, he wasn’t connected to anything anymore.  He looked like him.  Like he was sleeping  

And then you were alone. 

Beep.  Beep.  A heartbeat. 

I could fall or I could fly Here in your aeroplane

"I don't deserve a second chance, I know."

"That's the problem.  You do."

Beep.  Beep. 

I could live, I could die Hanging on the words you say

"You have bewitched me, body and soul..."

"That's from Pride and Prejudice."

"Doesn't make it any less true."

Beep.  Beep. 

I've been known to give my all And lie awake, every day

"You did all this?  For me?"

"Oh, darlin', have you not been paying attention at all?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Anything."

"What-?"

"I would do anything for you."

Don't know how much I can take

"Come back to me."

Beep. 

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