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adamantiumspy · 2 years ago

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of fractures and fabrications

part 2

pairing: bones x reader

summary: you are captain pike’s daughter and have become inseparable from the enterprise crew, especially jim kirk and leonard mccoy... so when your terrible ex makes a reappearance right when you’re discovering your deeper feelings for bones, only chaos and heartache could ensue

word count: 5380

warnings: swearing, drinking

notes: my first time posting a fic, hope y’all like it! this took me a full month longer to write than I anticipated, and I may be writing this whole fic from bones’ perspective as well...

You never get as much rest during shore leave as your crewmates. While they’re off, free to do whatever they wish with their time, you have to spend a few hours each day back on the docked Enterprise tending to the plant life in the ship’s greenhouses. Jim always insists that you, as a senior science officer, have the authority to pawn off the task to one of your subordinates, but you take pride in doing the work yourself. And lately... well... lately you’re glad for the time alone. For the time away from a certain doctor.

You met Jim and Bones at the Academy, when they were cadets and you were an instructor’s assistant while your ship was on leave. The three of you became thick as thieves in the blink of an eye. Even though your friend group has grown since then, the bond you three share is special. So, a couple months back, when you realized that your feelings for one of your best friends had deepened into something... else... you panicked.

The last time you opened yourself up to feelings was during your own time at the Academy, when you dated a man for four years only to find out he was using you for your connection to your father to get ahead in his career and was fucking your roommate behind your back the whole time. While you know that Bones would never do something like that, the experience has left you scared to be vulnerable again. And Bones is one of your best friends. You aren’t about to ruin your friendship by putting him in the awkward position of having to turn you down.

So you’ve taken to spending more time dedicating yourself to your duties. Here, among the plants, no one will know if you while away the hours daydreaming about the way Bones’ hands would feel cupping your face, how solid his chest would feel against yours, how soft his lips would be...

You snap out of today’s daydreams at the sound of the doors to the greenhouses whooshing open. You look up to see Uhura and Sulu stroll in, the latter looking especially triumphant.

“See? I told you she’d be here,” Sulu says.

You busy yourself with checking each plant’s water level, the task you were doing before your mind wandered. “Of course I’m here. Plants don’t stop living just because everyone else is on leave.”

“C’mon Pike, you can try to deceive the others but you can’t lie to us. We know why you’re really here,” Uhura says.

You mentally curse yourself, regretting a night not too long ago when you, Sulu, and Uhura had gotten drunk and the truth of your feelings for Bones came spilling out of you before you could stop yourself. Since then, they refused to leave you in peace.

“You know, he’s still one of your best friends,” Uhura continues. “He’ll be more suspicious the more you push him away.”

“I’m not pushing him away,” you say quickly, eyes snapping up from the Capellan flower you’re inspecting.

“So then you won’t object to coming out with everyone tonight?” Sulu asks. “Kirk found a new nightclub he thinks we’ll all love and he wants us all to go.”

You swallow.

“I bet if McCoy sees you in something hot it will force him to be much more obvious about the feelings he definitely has for you,” Uhura insists.

“Enough, guys.” You sigh. “I know you want to be helpful, but filling me with false hope isn’t going to work. How many times do I have to say that before you understand?”

Sulu and Uhura share a look, shoulders dropping in defeat.

“Fine,” Sulu says. “Then come out for the rest of us. We care about you and want us all to have some fun.”

You look between Sulu and Uhura, both their eyes wide with hope. You sigh, a smile on the edge of your lips.

“Okay. For you guys.”

Sulu and Uhura cheer.

“Now get out of my greenhouse,” you order, turning back to the plants. “I’ve still got work to do.”

“No you don’t.” Sulu slides up to you, taking the tricorder out of your hands. “I’ll finish up for you. You go with Uhura to get ready for tonight.”

Before you can protest, Uhura grabs you by the arm and drags you out of the greenhouses, off the ship, and across the station to your accommodations. Once you’re back in your assigned room, Uhura dives into your closet. All you can do is sit on the edge of your bed as articles of clothing fly all around you. At one point you have to duck so as not to be hit by one of your hangers. The hurricane of fabric comes to a halt as Uhura unearths a black, figure-hugging, high neck, sleeveless dress with a slit on the side that goes dangerously high.

“No,” you say instantly.

Uhura smiles wickedly. “Yes.”

“No, Nyota–” you start, but Uhura just tosses the dress at you, shoving the rejected garments back into your closet.

“You’ve got two hours to get ready. Meet me in the lobby and we’ll walk over to the club together. If you come down wearing anything but that dress, I am making you turn around and come right back up here to change,” Uhura orders, slipping out of your room before you can voice another protest.

You lay the dress out on your bed. You haven’t worn something like this in a long time, but your friend can be exceedingly stubborn so you decide to let her get her wish.

After a quick shower, you slip on the dress. You put on minimal makeup and decide to leave your hair down, a welcome change from the braided updo you usually do for work. A glance at the clock tells you it’s about time to meet Uhura, so you put on a pair of low heels that match your dress and head out the door.

You meet up with Uhura in the building lobby. She whistles when she sees you.

“That dress looked good on the hanger, but you do it true justice.”

You giggle. “Never stop flirting with me, Nyota. And you don’t look too bad yourself.”

“Oh, I know.” Uhura strikes a pose, showing off her midnight blue dress that seems to shimmer in the low light. She then links arms with you, leaning in. “I’m serious about how good this dress looks on you, but it would look even better on McCoy’s floor.”

You feel heat rise to your cheeks. “Nyota!”

“What? If he’s not gonna start making moves, I’ve gotta start making moves for him.”

You shake your head. “Not funny. Besides, that is the cheesiest pickup line you could’ve chosen.”

The nightclub isn’t too far from the hotel Starfleet procured for the crew’s shore leave accommodations. By the time you and Uhura arrive, the rest of your friends are already a few drinks deep.

“There you two are! I was about to send a search party!” Jim calls, waving you both over to the bar. Your stomach does a flip the moment you see Bones. The easy smile he shoots you as you approach used to bring you platonic comfort, but now it sets every one of your nerves on fire.

“Woah, darlin’. You look incredible,” Bones says as you and Uhura join the group.

Uhura shoots you a knowing smile. “I know, doesn’t she?”

You ignore Uhura, turning to Bones. “Thank you. Uhura picked it out.”

Jim cuts in, handing you and Uhura a shot. “C’mon!” he exclaims. “Let’s dance!”

You barely have enough time to down the drink and place the glass back on the bar before Jim is dragging you onto the dancefloor. For the next hour you choose to forget all your worries, drinking and dancing with Jim, Scotty, Uhura, Sulu, and Chekov. You eventually manage to escape back to the bar, joining Bones and Spock. Bones chuckles as you collapse onto a stool.

“Worn out already?” he teases, flagging down the bartender and motioning for a glass of water.

“It’s been a while since I broke out my dancing shoes,” you reply. “But Jim just doesn’t stop. Where does he get the stamina?”

“I do not know,” Spock says.

Bones wordlessly passes you the water. You take it, nerves tingling at the brush of your fingers against his. The alcohol in your system has made you less cautious, so you beam at him.

“Thank you,” you say, taking a sip of water. “You’re always taking care of me.”

You think you see him blush, but you’re sure it’s just the flashing lights playing tricks. Jim and Scotty bound over to the group, gasping for breath.

“You abandoning us already, Pike?” Jim asks, ordering himself another drink.

“Just need a break, is all. Doctor’s orders,” you reply, shooting Bones a begging look.

“That’s right, Jim,” Bones jumps in. “Can’t have one of our best pass out on the dancefloor.”

“Then I guess you’ll have to take her place,” Jim says matter-of-factly.

“Jim, I don’t–” Bones starts, but it’s too late. Jim grabs him by the arm and drags him onto the dancefloor. Within seconds they’re both swallowed up by the crowd.

“Ach, the poor doctor never stood a chance,” Scotty says, shaking his head before turning to you. “Another drink, lass?”

You nod, downing the rest of your water and following it with the shot Scotty hands you. You haven’t felt this warm, this loose in ages, so much so that when your ex-boyfriend and ex-roommate walk into the club it takes a moment for your brain to register it. The second your brain catches up with what your eyes are seeing, you tense up, blood running cold. You feel Spock stiffen beside you. You guess he saw them enter too. Besides Jim and Bones, Spock is the only person who knows about your ex. He was there, after all, studying at the Academy beside you during the whole love affair.

Scotty notices the sudden tension, following both your gazes to see your ex.

“Who’s that?” Scotty asks.

“No one,” you say quickly, turning your back to the door.

But it’s too late. You’re sure he spotted you and before long you hear a throat being cleared behind you. You turn around slowly to see your ex, your backstabbing roommate by his side.

“Long time, no see,” your ex says, his gaze sweeping over you. You say nothing, and neither does Spock, who is scowling at your ex. Scotty takes the scene in before addressing the newcomers.

“My name’s Montgomery Scott. My friends call me Scotty. You are?”

“Matthew Williams. This is my fiancée, Anja Antos.”

You feel like you’re going to throw up.

“It’s nice to meet you, Scotty,” Matthew continues.

“Hold on now, laddie. I said my friends call me Scotty. And it seems like my two friends here don’t care for either of you too much.”

“Oh, that’s just a little grudge they’re holding onto from our Academy days.” Matthew chuckles. “Nothing serious.”

“What are you doing here?” you ask, finding your voice again.

Matthew turns his gaze to you. “Our ship’s on shore leave, and we’re out to celebrate. Anja just passed her bridge officer’s test. She’ll be joining me up on the bridge, where all the action is. You’re still working with plants, right Pike? I’m sure that can be exciting too.”

Before you can defend yourself, Spock says, “Dr. Pike is third in command of the Enterprise.”

You see Matthew’s jaw clench. And if looks could kill, the one Anja shoots you certainly would incinerate you on the spot.

“I see we have much more to catch up on than we thought,” Anja says.

“Why don’t you join us?” Matthew asks. “We can grab some drinks and find an empty booth somewhere to continue chatting.”

You can’t think of anything you want to do less than spend more time with Matthew and Anja, but, as if possessed, you find yourself accepting Matthew’s offer. Before you know it, the three of you are situated in a booth, the couple on one side, you on the other.

“So, you’re engaged,” you say, breaking the silence.

Anja and Matthew smile at each other.

“I finally got him to propose,” Anja says, leaning into Matthew. “It’s nice, knowing you have a partner who’s fully committed to you. I’m sure you’ll find someone who can make you feel that way too.”

“You assume I’m single?”

“You’re not?”

You take a sip of your drink. “That’s really none of your business.”

“So,” Matthew cuts in. “Second officer of the Enterprise. When’d you get the promotion?”

You think about your response for a moment. You’re usually not one for showing off your achievements, but you remember how badly Matthew wanted to command his own ship and how much he hurt you when you wouldn’t help him the way he wanted. So fuck him.

“A few years back,” you say. “When my father was still in command of the Enterprise. Starfleet’s offered me my own ship a couple times since then, but I keep turning them down.”

You see anger flash in Matthew’s eyes. You definitely got to him. Before you can say anything else, Jim and Bones plop into the seats beside you.

“There you are. We were wondering where you’d disappeared to.” Jim grins at you, before turning to the other half of the table. “Nice to meet you. I’m Jim Kirk, he’s Leonard McCoy. You are?”

“Matthew Williams and Anja Antos,” Matthew replies. Anja’s eyes rake over Jim and Bones.

“Matthew and Anja,” Jim repeats, turning back to you. “That Matthew and Anja?”

You give a slight nod and instantly both Jim and Bones throw their arms across the back of your seat, scooching closer to you, as if they coordinated it beforehand.

“We’ve heard lots about you, Matthew,” Bones says, barely concealing his distaste. “About you both.”

“And how do you two know Pike?” Anja asks

“We’re her boyfriends,” Jim says.

You choke on your drink.

“I mean, we’re also coworkers,” Jim continues. “I’m the captain of the Enterprise, McCoy’s the CMO, and Pike’s one of my science officers. But I feel like the whole relationship thing supersedes all that.”

Time seems to slow as your mind calculates both outcomes to this situation. Either you correct Jim’s lie and are forced to endure Anja and Matthew’s gloating as they hold your perpetual singleness over your head. Or... Or you lean into the lie, transform your strong friendships into a three-way relationship, and in the process allow yourself to let your guard down, wear your feelings for Bones on your sleeve without fear of reproach.

So you lean into the lie, and against Bones’ chest. Your hand reaches out towards Jim, taking his hand in yours, fingers curling together. Bones drapes his arm around your shoulders, holding you close. You look over to see Matthew and Anja taking the scene in.

“You’re both her boyfriends?” Matthew asks incredulously.

“Yep,” Bones replies.

“So how’d you all end up together?” Anya asks challengingly.

“Oh, honey, why don’t you tell them?” Jim turns to you.

“Yeah, you tell the story best,” Bones adds.

You realize they’re letting you set the stage as a way to make up for blind-siding you. You decide to start with the truth.

“We all met at the Academy. Jim and Leonard were cadets and I was an instructor’s assistant. We became fast friends.”

“And... what? You fell into a relationship?” Matthew asks.

“No, no, not all at once,” you say, gaining confidence. “It started with me and Jim. He was a charmer, swept me off my feet. Nobody knows how to make me laugh like Jim does. And it was just the two of us for a while, until one day I woke up and realized I’d fallen in love with Leonard.”

The words you’ve been too scared to even think just spill out of you. You look at Bones to see him smiling at you and you have to remind yourself that none of this is real. That his happiness at your declaration is a fabrication.

“In hindsight, I should’ve seen it coming,” you continue, eyes still on Bones. “Loving Leonard is like breathing, always there but you’re never aware of it unless you concentrate hard enough.” You shoot Matthew and Anya a look. “I told Jim immediately because I’m not a cheater. To my surprise he said he was willing to share, providing Leonard felt the same.”

“And you two are happy with sharing?” Matthew asks.

“We’re happy with any bit of love we can get from her. She’s an incredible woman.” Jim grins.

“If it were up to us,” Bones says, “we’d be married already.”

Your stomach flips, mind racing with images of you and Bones as a married couple. Waking up next to him every morning, dropping by the medbay just because, him visiting you in the greenhouses because he misses you, sharing his last name...

You can feel his eyes on you, but you stop yourself from looking at him again, afraid that he’ll see beyond the performance, straight into your heart. Instead, you glance at Matthew and Anja. They are shooting each other knowing looks.

“Baby,” Anja says, addressing Matthew. “I need a new drink.”

“Of course,” Matthew replies, turning to the other half of the table. “If you’ll excuse us for a moment.”

As Matthew and Anja move towards the bar, Jim whispers, “I don’t think they fully bought it.”

“Of course they didn’t buy it,” you whisper back. “They were never gonna buy me having two partners. They still think no one would associate themselves with me of their own free will.”

“They’ll buy it if you kiss one of us.”

You widen your eyes at Jim. “If I what?”

You are suddenly acutely aware of the fact you’re still leaning against Bones.

“If you’re worried about our willingness, darlin’, don’t be,” Bones says. “Jim and I got you into this mess and we’re gonna get you out of it. The last thing we want is for those two assholes to think they’ve one-upped you.”

You look between Jim and Bones, both of them watching and waiting for you to act. Once again, your analytical mind processes the two possible scenarios. If you pick Jim, then maybe you can get out of this with a little less heartbreak. But if you pick Bones... well... this could be your only chance to know what it would be like to kiss him.

You tilt your face up and press your lips against Bones’. You focus on how soft his lips feel against yours, committing the sensation to memory. You let yourself pretend, for a moment, that this is a real kiss. That the gentle hand Bones places against your cheek and the parting of his lips to deepen the kiss are because he wants you too, not because he’s helping you get back at your shitty ex and his shitty fiancée.

The kiss ends from a need for oxygen more than anything else. You both take in air, breaths mingling in the space between you, but you don’t pull away and neither does Bones. Your heart is beating so fast, so loud you bet the whole club can hear it over the thumping music.

“Did they see?” you finally murmur.

“Yeah, they saw,” Jim confirms.

You pull away from Bones, heart and head still spinning.

“I, uh... I think I need some air,” you say.

Jim rises to let you out of the booth, retaking his seat once you’re standing. Before you slip away, you lean down and press a kiss against Jim’s cheek.

“What was that for?” he asks.

“I’ve allegedly got two boyfriends, don’t I?” you reply.

You hear Jim chuckle behind you as you make your way out of the club. Once outside, you close your eyes and take in deep breaths of the filtered space station air, emptying your mind of everything that just happened because if you think about it for too long you know you’ll start to spiral. Inevitably, though, your thoughts start to creep back in.

You curse the part of you that loses all semblance of reason when Matthew and Anja are around. If you had a better handle on your emotions, you wouldn’t end up in situations like these, the pair of them digging more knives into your already fractured being. And you wouldn’t have to rely on Jim and Bones to bail you out.

Oh god. Bones.

Your fingers brush against your lips. You were so flustered after the kiss you forgot to take in his expression, couldn’t remember if he’d been happy or disappointed. Then you remind yourself it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter that it was the most perfect kiss, soft and sweet just like all your daydreams. He had done it out of duty.

Maybe you should’ve kissed Jim instead.

“Pike?”

You jump, whirling around to see Chekov. His eyes widen.

“I am sorry! I did not mean to startle you. You looked upset as you were leaving and so I thought I would check if you are okay.”

You relax, smiling at him. “I will be. Thank you, Chekov. I just... got a little overwhelmed.”

Chekov nods, gesturing back at the club. “Are you going to come back in?”

You glance at the door to the club, feeling nauseous at the mere thought of facing Matthew and Anja again, or having to look Bones in the face with the ghost of his kiss still on your lips.

“Actually,” you say, “I think I’m going to head back. Will you tell the others I’ve gone?”

Chekov nods. “Do you want company on your walk back?”

“No, thank you. I’ll be alright.”

You watch as Chekov heads back into the club, then start walking towards your accommodations. However, your mind begins to wander and before you know it you’re back on the Enterprise, heading towards the greenhouses. You decide to keep going, figuring you can get a head start on tomorrow’s work while simultaneously distracting yourself from the feelings you don’t want to process right now.

You’re eleven plants in when you hear movement down the hall. You freeze. All crew members have the same access to the ship on shore leave as they do when on duty, but no one has a reason to be on the ship at this hour. There are no phasers in the greenhouses, so you grab a pair of shears and make your way out of the botanical labs, creeping down the hallway towards the sound.

You find yourself outside the medbay, sounds of activity coming from inside. You step forward, the doors whooshing open. Inside you find a man, right hand and face littered with cuts, many still oozing blood. Bruises also cover his hand and face, but the largest one is blooming under his left eye. The man is covered in so many wounds it takes you a full three seconds to recognize one of your best friends.

“Jesus Christ, Len!” you exclaim, rushing into the medbay, dropping the shears onto the closest surface.

“Easy, darlin’,” Bones says. “It’s not as bad as it looks.”

“Not as bad as it looks!” You raise a hand and grab a hold of his face by the chin, turning his head this way and that to assess all the cuts and bruises. You then turn your attention to his bloody, bruised hand, noting how he’s not moving his fingers. That’s a bad sign.

“You wouldn’t’ve even seen me like this if I hadn’t run out of my damn first aid supplies earlier today. Keenser’s still oozing that highly acidic green goo and a coupla lieutenants got caught in the crossfire.” Bones huffs a laugh, before cocking his head towards your shears. “What were you gonna do if it wasn’t me? Snip the intruder to death?”

“Ha ha, very funny.” You eye him for a moment. “Okay, go get on that bed over there.”

“What?”

“I’m playing doctor tonight. I’ll collect the supplies and meet you over there.”

“Darlin’, I can patch myself up just fine.”

“Just because you can, doesn’t mean you have to. Now go on. Get,” you say, waving him towards the bed.

Bones gives a slight smile before heading towards the bed. You turn back to the supply cabinet, grabbing a metal tray and loading it with healing salve, bandages, rubbing alcohol, cotton squares, and a tricorder. You pause, giving yourself a moment to bottle up all the feelings you’d been ignoring. Bones needs you as a friend right now. You’re not gonna let your love for him get in the way of that.

You find Bones sitting on the edge of the bed, feet dangling over the side. You plop the tray down on the bed beside him.

“The other guy better look worse,” you say, falling into the usual banter you share as you grab the rubbing alcohol, dump a bit on a cotton square, and start to clean the wounds on his hand.

“Trust me, he does,” Bones says, grimacing as you move his hand.

You frown at his reaction, putting the cotton square down and grabbing the tricorder. “Oh yeah? Must’ve done something real bad if he made you do something like this. This isn’t really your style. Jim, on the other hand...” You finish scanning his hand, frown deepening at the readings. Before Bones can say anything, you say, “You’ve got a hairline fracture at your wrist. You’ll need a brace for that, right?”

Bones nods. “We’ve got some over in that cabinet.”

You walk over to the cabinet Bones identified, grabbing the appropriate brace then walking back to Bones.

“I’m gonna add some salve to your hand before I put on the brace to help with the cuts. I’ll try my best not to hurt you.”

Bones nods again. You apply the healing salve as quickly and carefully as possible. Bones gives the occasional wince and you find yourself absentmindedly rubbing your thumb along the side of his hand in comfort. When you catch yourself doing it, you stop abruptly, now acutely aware of the weight of his hand in yours. Before you can stop yourself, your mind wanders to a daydream, one where Bones’ hands are splayed across your back, holding you close to his chest, his lips on yours...

You come back to reality, mentally berating yourself as you grab some bandages to wrap Bones’ hand, hoping he didn’t notice your mind wander. If he did, he doesn’t say anything, watching you as you finish wrapping his hand and slip the brace on. Bones adjusts the straps on the brace to his satisfaction as you grab a fresh cotton square, add rubbing alcohol, and move to the cuts on his face. For easier access, you slot yourself between his legs and try to ignore the sudden fluttering in your stomach at the proximity.

“What were you thinking, Len? You’re a surgeon. You kinda need your hands to do your job.” You start to clean the wounds on his face.

“My hand will heal. Besides, if I hadn’t, Jim would’ve. Hell, Spock would’ve.” Bones winces as you pass the cotton square over the largest of the cuts.

“Spock? Our Spock?” you ask incredulously, dumping the squares on the tray and reaching for the healing salve. You apply small dabs of the salve on his facial wounds.

“Sulu and Scotty nearly had to hold him back,” Bones says.

“Jesus. Who was this guy and what did he do?”

“It was Matthew.”

You freeze, focusing your gaze to meet Bones’.

“What did... what did he say?” you ask quietly.

Bones keeps his eyes on you. “He was talkin’ shit, insulting you. Started by sayin’ you only got into the Academy because of your dad. It only escalated from there. The middle part’s a bit fuzzy, but I remember he said something about how the only reason you’re still on the Enterprise is because you’re fucking the captain and the CMO. Which is just...” Bones clenches his jaw in anger. “Maybe sleeping with Jim would come with perks, but me? You outrank me. Sleeping with me wouldn’t... Anyway, I wasn't gonna let his comments slide, and neither was Jim. Our made-up three-way relationship aside, you are one of the only people in all of Starfleet that’s worth a damn. You run circles around both of those assholes. We tried to tell them to fuck off, but they wouldn’t listen. Chekov was holding Jim back, Sulu and Scotty were blocking Spock, and I guess Uhura thought I’d be rational enough not to get violent. She thought wrong. It was all over before it really started, lots of broken glass and spilled drinks, but I got a few good punches in.”

You lean up and press a kiss against Bones’ cheek, stunning him into silence.

“Wha... What was that for?” he finally asks.

“For defending my honor,” you say. “Thank you, Len.”

“Here I was thinkin’ you’d be upset.”

“Matthew’s an asshole. Anja too. They could get blown up on a starship for all I care.”

Bones chuckles as you finish lathering his injuries in the healing salve. You wipe your hand of excess salve and then grab the bandages. Bones lets you continue to work in silence, watching you as you place butterfly bandages on the largest of his facial wounds.

“Okay,” you say. “All done.”

“Got me all patched up, Doc?” Bones teases.

“As best I could.” You gather all the used supplies and place them on the metal tray. “You’ll need to ice that black eye and change the bandages every once in a while, but you already knew that. And I’m guessing you know how long you need to wear that brace for, or will at least have M’Benga look you over as soon as possible.”

Bones nods. “Thank you, darlin’. You didn’t have to do all this, you know.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Len. I care about you. This is the least I would do for someone I care about.”

Bones says nothing for a moment, then, “I love when you call me Len.”

You blink. Before you can stop yourself, you say, “I love when you call me darlin’.”

You both stare at each other. You open your mouth to say something, anything to break the silence, but Bones beats you to it.

“I wanted to say sorry.”

You furrow your brow. Of everything he could’ve possibly said in that moment, the last thing you expected of him was an apology.

“What for?” you ask.

“For everything back at the club. Jim and I should’ve told you what we had planned beforehand. And I’m especially sorry you had to kiss me.”

“I didn’t have to kiss you, Len. I chose to.”

“Still, you wouldn’t’ve if we hadn’t put you in an awkward position.”

“That’s not true,” you blurt out, immediately cursing yourself.

Bones blinks at you, eyes flicking to your lips. Neither of you moves, simultaneously too afraid to stick to the status quo or break it.

Fuck it.

You kiss him, softly at first, but when he sighs against your lips and wraps his arms around your waist you press yourself against him, parting your lips to deepen the kiss. You cup his face in your hands, mindful of his injuries.

“I love you,” he murmurs against your lips.

You pull back. “You love me?”

Bones gives you a soft smile. “C’mon, darlin’, you must’ve known.”

You shake your head. “Uhura and Sulu tried to tell me, but I thought they were just teasing me.”

“Why would that tease you?”

“Because I love you.” You run your thumbs across his cheeks. “God, Len, I am so in love with you.”

Bones pulls you into another kiss. You giggle against his lips.

“What?” Bones asks.

“Uhura and Sulu are going to be insufferable for a while,” you say.

Bones grins. “You think they’re going to be insufferable? Wait until Jim finds out.”

You both laugh. Then you kiss him again. And again. And again.

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gallavichsreddie1128 · 2 months ago

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Star Trek Masterlist

DATA

The Measure of a Man

OverProtective

Clumsy

Glasses (Smut)

SPOCK

Overprotective (TOS)

You Make Me Nervous (TOS)

What is with you? (Smut) (SNW)

The Protective and The Oblivious

The Most Obvious Crush

LORE

Jealous

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guzmasenbyboyfriend · 1 year ago

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I want to cover bones face with little kisses so much just aaaaaaaaaaaaa I want to kiss him so fucking much

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Written in the Stars

Pairing: Dr. Leonard “Bones” McCoy x F!Reader. Other Characters: Jim Kirk, Nyota Uhura, Cmdr. Spock, Christine Chapel (mentioned).

Word Count: 8029

Warnings: Soulmates, show-level violence, Away Team member injury, mutual pining, a smidge of angst due to perceived unrequited love, but FLUFFFFF

Summary: When Dr. McCoy got married, he knew she wasn’t his soulmate, but it didn’t matter to him. After the divorce, he figures he’s missed his chance, due to his age and previous marriage. The Reader joins the crew as the new Science Officer aboard the Enterprise, assigned to Cmdr. Spock’s team. She hasn’t met her soulmate yet, but she seems drawn to a particular member of the Enterprise crew. Could these two lost soulmates have found each other at last?

A/N: If you’ve been tagged here, it’s because you’ve interacted one or more times on a McCoy story of mine, or we’re moots. Whether you like or reblog, I am eternally grateful for your support. If anyone else would like to be tagged on any future Karl Urban character postings, please let me know. Thank you, and enjoy the show!

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Dr. Leonard McCoy joined StarFleet and was assigned to the Enterprise after a few unfortunate events. He left for the five-year mission right after his divorce, having known full well that the woman he married wasn't his soulmate. It didn't matter though, because Leonard didn't believe in that stuff. He was impatient, not interested in living alone anymore, therefore not waiting to find his soulmate. At the time, he'd loved Jocelyn enough to marry her. Only she didn't love him enough to want to stay married to him, or so she'd said.

Of course he had his soulmark, just like everyone he knew had one, with his shaped like a starburst and visible on his wrist. At his age, though, he felt that he should have met his person by now, the one he was destined to be with forever. So after the fiasco with Jocelyn, he'd stopped looking, figuring he'd missed his chance. Which is precisely when his soulmate appeared, and where he least expected it.

The Enterprise was making a scheduled stop at Starbase 42 to pick up supplies and some new crew members. Capt. Kirk had sent over the files, which Dr. McCoy decided to review before the ship reached its destination. Most of them looked pretty routine, a couple of ensigns for Engineering, three for Security. Then there was your file.

According to your bio, you were to be assigned to the Science Department, under Cmdr. Spock. You had been in StarFleet for a bit longer than the average crew member, and had risen to the rank of Lieutenant-Commander (LCmdr.). However, to Dr. McCoy, that only meant you carried a wealth of life experience with you. The only family you had left were your two brothers, each with their own families, and a best friend who became more like your sister.

Leonard glanced at the clock and noticed it was time to head to the transporter room to greet the new additions to the crew. Though the information in your file was fairly standard, Leonard couldn't help but give yours a bit more attention than the others. It was like he was drawn to it, wanting to dive into it and find out all there was to know about you. He arrived at the transporter room and walked in, finding Capt. Kirk and the other officers waiting. "All right, Jim. I'm here, so let's get this show on the road," he grumbled.

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As the shimmering light-particles of the transport beam disappeared, you had re-materialized aboard the Enterprise. It was your dream assignment, to be on StarFleet's flagship, and you looked forward to working with Cmdr. Spock. And of course, you were excited to be serving with Capt. James T. Kirk, one of the most decorated and colorful captains in StarFleet. But almost as soon as you appeared on the pad, you felt a pull in another direction, something you hadn't experienced before.

Once everyone had arrived, the captain introduced himself and the other commanding officers. Your companions handed over their orders, then exited the transporter room to be shown to their quarters. You stepped forward and handed your paperwork to Capt. Kirk and introduced yourself in the process.

"At ease, Commander," Kirk smiled. "We're a little less formal and bit more family around here, not that I don't run a tight ship," he explained.

"Of course not, Captain, and thank you. I'm honored to be here," you responded.

"Your credentials are impressive, Commander," Spock commented. "I am looking forward to working with you."

"I'm fortunate to be on your team, Cmdr. Spock. Thank you," you acknowledged before turning your attention to the dark-haired man in the blue medical uniform. He was standing off to the side, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. As you took in his appearance, his furrowed brow seemed to relax and you felt that same pull as when you first arrived.

Your silent observance of the man by the door did not escape Capt. Kirk's notice. He walked over to where the man was standing and clapped a hand on his shoulder. "Commander, this is our Chief Medical Officer, Dr. Leonard McCoy. Bones, say hello to our newest crew member," Kirk grinned.

You stuck your hand out in greeting. "Pleased to meet you, Dr. McCoy," you remarked.

"Likewise," he replied as he took your hand and shook it. The instant your hand touched Dr. McCoy's hand, a jolt of electricity shot up your arm. It surprised you, but you kept your hand in his. What the hell was that? he thought. Instead, he inquired aloud, "Are you all right?"

"Yeah, sure, everything's fine, Dr. McCoy. I'm kind of a little nervous. May I be shown to my quarters, please?" you asked.

"Right this way, Commander," Spock gestured with his arm for you to precede him out the door.

When you reached the doorway, you popped your head back inside and caught Dr. McCoy's attention. "By the way, hope to see you around, Dr. McCoy," you winked and left the transporter room.

"So, that was inter--" Kirk started.

"Jim, no comment necessary," McCoy muttered. Despite his gruff reply, there was the ghost of a smile on his face, thanks to the Enterprise's new science officer. Interesting indeed, he thought.

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Once inside your quarters, you started to unpack your bags. You hung up your uniforms in the closet and arranged your toiletries in the bathroom. The rest of your personal items were placed throughout your room. You were surveying your work when you heard a chime at the door.

Your visitor introduced herself as Nyota Uhura, Communications Officer. While you unpacked, she perched on the end of your bed and you got to know each other. She brought you up to speed on herself and life on the Enterprise.

The topic came around to your personal lives, Uhura mentioned that she and Cmdr. Spock discovered they were soulmates a few years ago. "What about you? Have you met your soulmate yet?" she asked.

"Sadly, no, not yet. But I hope my posting here will put me closer to finding out who it is," you replied, thinking back to your electrifying encounter with Dr. McCoy.

"Oh, really?" Uhura was leaning forward, her curiosity piqued. "Who do you think it is?" she wondered.

"Hmm, not sure, but I've been having this certain feeling, like whoever it may be, he's here onboard this ship. Add that to one of the many reasons I'm glad I'm here," you chuckled.

"Well, we're glad to have you. There's a 'Welcome to the Enterprise' party going on later in the recreation area. It's a chance for us to get to know you all, and for you to mingle with the senior officers," Uhura mentioned.

"Sounds great, I'll be there. Um, about what time?" you inquired.

"I believe the captain said it'll be getting started at 1900 hrs.," Uhura replied, then checked the time. "Oops, I'm supposed to be meeting Spock in a few minutes. See you later at the party?" she asked.

"You bet, I'll probably see if I can take a quick power nap before then. Want to be well-rested before meeting up with everyone so I don't say the wrong thing," you replied nervously.

"I understand that, but don't worry. Everything will be fine, and I already have a feeling you and I are going to be great friends," Uhura remarked as she walked to the door.

"Thank you, and I'll see you later," you called. Once Uhura left, you crawled into your bed and settled in for a nap. You made sure to set an alarm to give yourself time to get ready for the party, then closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep.

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Back in his quarters, Dr. McCoy was reviewing some information on his PADD when his door chimed. At first, he ignored it, because he rarely had visitors and didn't want to be disturbed. When it chimed again, he rolled his eyes and strode to the door. He opened it, only to find Capt. Kirk on the other side, grinning from ear to ear. "What do you want, Jim? I was in the middle of something important when you interrupted me," he bristled.

"Hey, Bones, good to see you," Kirk replied as he breezed past his friend and plopped into a chair.

"Make yourself at home, Jim, by all means," McCoy stated dryly. "Whatever it is, the answer is no."

"Wanted to drop by and let you know there's a 'Welcome to the Enterprise' party for all the senior officers to mingle with the newbies. Now I know none of them are medical, but it would be nice if you'd put in an appearance. By the way, that new one on Spock's team was pretty cute, wasn't she?" Kirk asked.

"Jim, I haven't got time for this. Besides, what are we, in high school?" McCoy retorted.

Kirk shrugged. "Looks like the two of you shared a moment in the transporter room, that's all," he remarked.

McCoy rolled his eyes at Kirk's observation. "There was no 'moment', it was an introduction. Stop trying to make something out of nothing. Except it didn't feel like 'nothing' when our hands touched, he thought. "Look, I'll try to swing by, if I get a chance. Good enough?"

"That's the spirit, Bones! See you later," Kirk hastily replied, clapping a hand on his friend's shoulder before bolting out of the room.

McCoy shook his head, then went back to where he'd left his PADD. He picked it up, intending to read, but instead stared off ahead, deep in thought. What would it hurt to show up for a drink or two? I suppose that would count as 'putting in an appearance', he reasoned with himself.

His mind made up, Leonard changed into a more casual attire of jeans with a hole in the right knee and a navy-blue Henley. He left the top two buttons undone and pushed the sleeves up to his elbows. He slipped on his well-worn dark brown cowboy boots and dabbed on some cologne before heading out the door to the rec area.

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You entered the rec area a little after 1900 hrs., when Uhura said the party would be starting. As soon as you walked in, your eyes scanned the area for her or anyone else you recognized. Fortunately, the captain soon spotted you and waved you over to his table.

On your way to meet him, you wandered past a beautiful mahogany pool table with clawfoot legs. It was covered in blue felt and had leather nets under each of the six pockets to catch any one of the fifteen brightly colored orbs. Hmm, wonder who might be up for a game or two later, you thought as you ran your hands along the rails.

There were two open chairs on the captain's left side, one putting you next to him or, the other, Lt. Uhura. You chose to sit next to Uhura, who immediately stood to give you a hug and raved about your outfit. You were wearing jeans with a pastel purple, off-the-shoulder peasant blouse, along with your black suede ankle boots. Around your neck was a teardrop pendant of your birthstone on a delicate silver chain.

You were about halfway through your first margarita, when you heard a deep voice behind you ask, "Is this seat taken?"

Turning around, you were pleasantly surprised to see Dr. McCoy standing behind you, a glass of bourbon in his hand. "Um, n-no, Dr. McCoy," you stammered. Way to go, you berated yourself with a mental facepalm.

"Relax, Commander," McCoy chuckled. "Please call me Leonard."

You gave him your name in return, stating it was better than being called "Commander" all the time. "Especially with so many of us around," you joked.

The captain finally noticed that Dr. McCoy had joined the table and taken the seat next to him. "Bones, you made it after all. Good to see you!" Capt. Kirk exclaimed.

"Why thank you, Jim, I was beginning to wonder if you were even going to notice," McCoy replied.

The doctor's nickname used by the captain did not escape your notice, but you filed it away to ask about later. "So, Leonard, tell me about where you're from," you started.

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Your conversation with Dr. McCoy stretched far into the evening, the two of you asking questions to better get to know each other. Eventually, your Q & A transitioned to the pool table for a friendly game of 8-ball. One by one, the others left the recreation area and returned to their quarters. Neither you nor Leonard noticed you were the only ones left until you were deep into your third game of pool, with you lining up your shot.

Standing up after watching the #15 roll into the corner pocket, you looked around at the empty recreation area. "Leonard, what time is it?" you asked.

He checked the time and was surprised at the hour as well as the deserted room. "It's after midnight. Guess time really does fly when you're having fun," he grinned. "Your shot, darlin'," he drawled. You noticed his Southern accent was a bit more pronounced after a few rounds of bourbon.

"Okay, but after I knock in this #12, I'm on the 8-ball," you smirked. You took your time to survey all the angles before settling in to take your shot. With a smooth, fluid stroke, the cue ball connected with the object ball, which went in the side pocket. The 8-ball was of little challenge to you as well, sailing into the exact pocket you intended.

"Well, I guess that's the game, then," McCoy remarked. You gave him a small curtsy before placing your cue stick on the table and returning to finish your drink. "Where'd you learn to play like that?" he wondered.

"Had a pool table in the basement growing up. I used to spend quite a few hours a day, practicing until I was good enough to win against my brothers and all their friends. Then I met my best friend at the Academy, and we took turns, um, how shall I say this? Oh, yeah. Separating the new recruits from their money," you grinned sheepishly.

Leonard threw his head back and laughed. "You are full of surprises. Which leads me to my next question, and feel free to punch me for it if you want, but I have to know. How is someone as lovely and fascinating as you are still single?"

You felt your cheeks grow warm with the compliment. "Well, I won't punch you for asking a question like that. The simple answer is, I haven't found my soulmate yet."

McCoy gave you a sideways glance, one eyebrow raised. "You believe in that? One person, one heart, all that?" he wondered.

"Sure I do, don't you?" you replied. "I mean, a person as handsome and charming as you isn't attached to anyone either. Why is that, if you don't mind me asking?" you quizzed.

"I don't mind you asking, darlin'," he replied, then took a sip of his drink. "I was married once, but it didn't take. At the time, I loved her, and even though she wasn't my soulmate, I didn't care. I was too impatient in my youth and didn't want to be alone the rest of my life, so we got married. When I came onboard here, I was fresh off my divorce. When I met Jim, I told him that my ex got everything, and 'all I got left is my bones'. Probably why he calls me that," he muttered.

"Hmm. And here I thought it was because you were in the medical field. You know, a doctor used to be called a 'sawbones', I figured that's where it came from," you quipped.

"I guess it could go either way, although your explanation is a little less depressing," Leonard conceded.

You reached over and covered his hand with yours, trying to ignore the small spark at the contact. "Your soulmate is still out there, waiting to be found. I'm just sure of it," you remarked.

McCoy gave you a hopeful smile. "You think so? I guess I figured that with my age and jumping the gun and marrying Jocelyn, that I missed my chance," he replied.

"What do you mean, 'with my age', you're hardly an old man, Leonard. Besides, I'm betting that you haven't missed your chance, so keep the faith," you winked. "Come on, Doc, it's late. Walk me to my quarters?" you asked.

McCoy drained the last of the bourbon from his glass and stood up from the table. His grin grew wider as he held out his elbow for you to take. "Shall we, shweethahrt?" he said in his attempt at a Bogart impression.

You laughed as you looped your arm through his, and he tucked it in closed to his side. "Leonard, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship," you answered.

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And it was. At first it was you and Dr. McCoy, two friends sharing breakfast together on most, if not all, mornings. Sometimes the captain, or Spock and Uhura would be there, which made for lively discussions. But you were most content with the days it was just you and the good doctor enjoying each other's company.

It wasn't just the mornings, you took turns hanging out in each other's quarters, watching old movies or reading together. Other times, it was sharing stories about your lives, your families, even your Academy days. Being with Leonard was a comfort for you, a natural and easy friendship to fall into.

The first time you noticed your thoughts wandering from friendship to more was one night you were cooking dinner in McCoy's quarters. Your room was not equipped with a kitchenette, only a replicator, so Leonard offered to let you in to his to make dinner. He had some last-minute duties in the MedBay, but said he would join you later.

You were putting the finishing touches on your Cheesy Chicken and Broccoli casserole to put into the oven, when Leonard strode through the door. He stood behind you, put his hands on your shoulders and glanced down at the dish. "That looks amazing, sweetheart," he grinned and gave your shoulders a squeeze before heading to the showers.

As you watched him walk away, you couldn't help but notice how domestic the whole scene was, and how comfortable it all felt. Leonard coming home to you after a difficult day in the MedBay, to see you making dinner. Of course, it could also just as easily be the other way around, with him in the kitchen, waiting for you to come home. Then you shook your head to clear those thoughts. Although the two of you had become best friends, that still kept you in the "friend zone", right?

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Leonard reached for his towel to dry himself off after his shower. Coming back to his quarters to see you in his kitchen was a comforting sight to see, not to mention how natural it felt. Like it had been that way for years instead of the months since you'd gotten to know each other. Lately, there was many a night he'd lain in bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering if you were having as much trouble sleeping as he was.

Ever since he met you in the transporter room, Leonard knew there was something different about you, but couldn't put his finger on it. That night the two of you spent in the rec area at Jim's "welcome" party was one of the best he'd had in a long time. Sitting and talking with someone, finding out you had like interests and similar values was refreshing for him. You were sweet, intelligent, and you made him laugh, something his friends thought he needed more of in his life.

Most of his time was spent in the MedBay, caring for others, but there were times when he wanted someone to care for him. You certainly fit the bill for that as well, such as when you stopped by with a coffee for him on one of your breaks. Or when you sneaked into his office to hide scraps of paper with jokes written on them to make him chuckle. And your home cooking was some of the best he'd had since the last time he visited his ma on Earth.

There were dozens of reasons why and multiple occasions when he wished there was more than friendship between you. However, after his experience with marriage to Jocelyn, he was a little hesitant to pursue anything beyond friendship with you. Jim would probably say he was "spooked", whereas Leonard would counter that he was "protecting his heart".

Early on, you'd admitted to him that you believed in soulmates and were still looking for yours. He'd been down the road once where he ignored the concept, if only to avoid being alone for the rest of his life. You deserved that one person, that one heart that Fate had decided truly belonged with you. He'd never want you to settle for a life with him if he wasn't your soulmate. Thus, he continued to keep things with you in the "friend zone".

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A couple of weeks later

"You want me to do what, now?" you asked the Captain.

"I know you heard me, Commander," Kirk replied. "It's a few weeks until Valentine's Day, and I think it would be a great idea to have a celebration. Music, food, drinks....and you dancing with a certain country doctor would certainly be all the entertainment I'd need for a while," he smirked.

You, on the other hand, rolled your eyes at his obvious matchmaking attempts. "Jim, we're just friends. And I resent your insinuation that Dr. McCoy would want anything to do with me beyond that," you retorted.

"Why is that so hard to believe, that Bones would be interested in you as more than a friend?" Jim persisted.

"Because...." you murmured, your gaze dropping to your hands in your lap.

"'Because....' why?" he gently prodded.

You huffed in exasperation. "Because I'm me, and he's....handsome, witty, fascinating, charismatic and could have any woman in the universe he wants. I've seen him at those diplomatic functions, Jim. Women more or less throwing themselves at him, hanging all over him and what does he do? He just smiles at them and turns on the Southern charm. Soulmate or not, what chance do I have," you whispered.

"Wait, he's your soulmate? How do you know? More importantly, why haven't you told him?" Kirk peppered you with questions.

"You're just full of curiosity today, aren't you?" you sassed. "I saw his soulmark on his wrist, and it matches mine here." You tilted your head and pulled your hair back to reveal a matching starburst behind your left ear. "I've been in love with him since that 'welcome' thing you arranged, when we talked and shot rack after rack of 8-ball till after midnight. But I want him to love me for me, not due to some pre-destined, matching tattoo on our bodies."

Kirk stepped out from behind his desk and took the chair next to you. "Listen. I've been friends with the man for a long time. I've seen him at those diplomatic galas, and let me tell you that I haven't seen him look at any of those women the way he looks at you," he explained.

"Now I know you're out of your mind," you snorted. When Kirk tried to protest, you held up your hands. "Stop. Okay? I'll do as you ask, plan your little Valentine's Day party for the crew. It's a nice idea, and I think we're due for some fun around here. Just please quit trying to push me and Dr. McCoy together, huh?" you pleaded.

Kirk reached over and sandwiched your hand in his. "Although I know I'm right, I will honor your wishes and stop forcing the issue with you and Bones. Fair enough?" he asked.

You nodded and stood up from your chair. "Yes, thank you, Jim. I appreciate it. If anyone needs me, I'll be in my quarters, trying to figure out how to put this thing together," you replied. You gave him a weary smile before exiting his Ready Room.

Jim waited until you were out of his office before voicing his thoughts. "I may have agreed to honor your wishes, but that doesn't mean I can't go at it from Bones' point of view," he vowed.

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The following week, you were busy transforming one of the large, rarely-used conference rooms Jim set aside for you into a sea of red, white and pink. There were pink paper hearts attached to the walls, along with red cutouts shaped like Cupid with his bow. The long conference tables would be used for food and drinks, and were set up along the outside edge of the room.

You were scanning through the food and drink list on your PADD when Leonard walked in. A bright smile graced your face at the sight of your best friend. "Why, hello Len! What brings you here?"

Leonard scanned the room before answering. "So this is the 'secret project' you've been working on for the past week," he replied. "I've been looking everywhere for you. I started in the lab, then I checked your room. Had to ask the ship's computer for your location," he remarked.

"Yeah, sorry, Jim put me in charge of this, so here I am. And it's not a 'secret project', as you called it. We have all these decorations and the tables will be full of drinks and all kinds of foods," you explained. "While we're on the subject, I have something to ask you, Leonard."

"Oh? What's that?" he wondered.

"Well, this is going to be kind of a formal, dressing-up kind of thing. And there'll be music and dancing, so I was wondering....if you'd like to go with me....as my date?" you asked.

Leonard froze. A date? he thought. His heart wanted very much to take you up on your offer to accompany you to the party. He could picture you all dressed up in a formal gown and your hair perfectly styled, a veritable vision of beauty. His next mental picture was of the two of you walking into the party with your arm safely tucked into his side. His brain, however, reminded him that this was a Valentine's Day dance, and you two were not romantic partners, only friends.

You must have heard his brain's internal reminder loud and clear and interpreted his hesitation as a decline of your invitation. "You know what, never mind. It's all right. Forget I asked," you backpedaled. "I'm sure you have much more important things to do than go to a stupid dance with me," you muttered as you gathered your PADD and other supplies.

"Wait a minute, where are you going?" McCoy implored.

"Uh, I forgot I told Cmdr. Spock that I would come into the lab later and see if I can make some more progress on my assignment," you explained. "So, I'm sorry, but I can't meet you for dinner tonight, Dr. McCoy," you added, then hurriedly left the room without a backwards glance.

Leonard stood gazing at the floor, hands on his hips and shaking his head. As he stood in place, he was trying to figure out what just happened and how he knew he had to fix it. Uhura was watching your interaction with Dr. McCoy since he joined you, so she walked over to him. She placed a hand on his arm to get his attention. "Dr. McCoy, are you all right?" she asked.

He looked over to see the concern in Uhura's eyes. "I....I don't know," he rasped. "I think I made a huge mistake with her and I may need your help."

She led him over to one of the chairs, where he filled her in on his conversation with you. Uhura listened intently, waiting for him to finish providing as much information as he was willing to share. When he finished, she was silent as she thought about her response. "I'm going to ask you a few questions, and I want you to say the first thing that comes to your mind." McCoy nodded. "Are you in love with her?"

"Yes," he immediately answered.

"As a friend, or more than a friend?" Uhura asked.

"More," McCoy hastily replied. A startled look crossed his face at the realization. "I'm in love with her," he whispered. "But she said she was still looking for her soulmate, and I don't know what her soulmark looks like or where it is."

"Dr. McCoy," Uhura gently chided. "Do you really need visual confirmation of her soulmark to know that you belong together? From that first night, everyone could see it, based on how the two of you looked at each other, how you interacted. How long did it take you to realize that everyone had left?" she giggled.

McCoy grinned. "We didn't really notice much of anything outside of ourselves until after midnight. She'd just beaten me two games out of three at 8-ball," he chuckled ruefully. "I have to find her and tell her," he declared as he hastily stood up.

"Whoa, whoa, wait a minute. I don't know if now is the best time to tell her," Uhura warned, taking his arm to stop him.

"Wha--why shouldn't I tell her right away how I feel about her?" McCoy asked, confused.

"She may not be in the right frame of mind to hear it right now. Think about, Dr. McCoy. She gathered up her courage to ask you to be her date to the dance. When you hesitated to answer, her brain told her not only was your answer 'no', but that you didn't reciprocate her feelings. That's why she bolted out of here, she was trying to protect herself from embarrassment, from her heart being broken any further. Give her some time, then try and talk with her again," Uhura advised.

"How long should I give her?" McCoy asked.

"Try again after a couple of days, Doctor. She should be ready to talk by then," Uhura replied, gently patting his arm.

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You checked your notes again, frustrated that the data was not matching up with the results. Irritated, you pushed away from the table and flopped onto a chair. You closed your eyes as your fingers massaged your temples, trying to stave off the impending headache.

"Are you all right, Lieutenant?" Cmdr. Spock asked. "It is late, and I have observed that your evenings are usually spent with Dr. McCoy. May I ask why you are here instead, working?"

You took a deep breath. "I'm fine, Cmdr. Spock. Just trying to keep my headache at bay, that's all," you replied, managing a weak smile.

"If you are feeling a pain in your head, I am certain Dr. McCoy can relieve it with a hypospray," Spock suggested.

"Not when he's the cause of the headache," you muttered.

A puzzled look crossed Spock's face. "I do not understand. Is there some sort of problem in your relationship with Dr. McCoy?" he inquired.

You took a deep breath before explaining the events of the afternoon, beginning with Capt. Kirk's assignment of the Valentine's dance. Then you told him about asking Leonard to be your date for the dance, and how mortified you were when he declined your request. "The only relationship I have with Dr. McCoy is one of friendship. Though my feelings for him have gone beyond the friend level, I should have known better that his do not, and likely never will."

"To assume that Dr. McCoy does not think of you as more than a friend without his express verbal confirmation is not logical," Spock replied. "You must ask him how he feels about you."

"Since when are the human heart's desires logical? Anyway, I'm sure I've already embarrassed myself enough for one day. Permission to return to my quarters?" you asked.

"Permission granted, Lieutenant. I sincerely hope that your personal difficulties with Dr. McCoy will soon be resolved," Spock offered. "It is also not logical for two people as compatible as the two of you to be separated."

"Thank you, Commander," you remarked. "For your counsel and your understanding." You gave him a small smile, then left the lab.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

You had almost reached your quarters when the captain requested you to come to his Ready Room. "On my way, Captain," you replied, tapping your communication badge. In your head you grumbled that you hoped his request had something to do with real work and nothing to do with Dr. McCoy.

In the captain's office, you were briefed on an upcoming Away mission, in which you would play a part. A fairly routine mission, you were tasked with gathering soil and mineral samples that would be catalogued upon returning to the Enterprise.

The area where your team would be working had been declared as deserted. That meant you would not be at risk of encountering any difficulties from any local inhabitants of the planet. All in all, a good mission to help me gain experience as part of an Away Team, you thought as you stepped onto the transporter pad.

You also hoped that going on this mission would also help you sort out your feelings about Leonard and figure out your next move. As much as you didn't want to, you were going to have to distance yourself from him. It'll only be for a couple of days, you reasoned. When I get back, Len and I should probably have a talk about what happened and what it means for us going forward. Decision made, you picked up your PADD and reviewed the parameters of the Away mission.

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For the past two days, the MedBay environment was not the most pleasant place to be. Dr. McCoy had been more demanding and grumpier than usual. His staff had no idea that his thoughts revolved around you and how badly he needed to talk to you. He was trying to do as Uhura suggested, by giving you time to yourself. When he could no longer wait to speak to you and confess his feelings, he put Dr. M'Benga in charge and left the MedBay to find you.

He checked your quarters first, but when there was no answer, he figured either you weren't there, or you knew it was him and didn't want to answer. He left and headed down to the conference room, but no one there had seen you for the past couple of days. Finally, he tried the lab, praying to find you there. When he asked Spock where you were, nothing could've prepared him for the answer he received.

"What do you mean, she's on the Away Team?" McCoy demanded.

"I should think my response is fairly self-explanatory, Doctor," Spock replied.

McCoy rolled his eyes. "She's not ready for an Away mission yet, anything could go wrong down there!" he exclaimed.

"On the contrary, the Commander has proven to be more than competent in performing her duties. The captain and I felt that this relatively low-risk mission was the perfect one to introduce her to this aspect of her duties," Spock explained.

"Since when does something deemed 'low-risk' ever turn out that way? You don't understand, Spock, I can't lose her," McCoy implored. "Not before I've had a chance to tell her I love her," he whispered.

A faint smile graced Spock's features. "It appears I was correct in my theory regarding your feelings towards her," he answered. His tone that could almost be considered smug, if not for the fact that he was half-Vulcan. At the confused look on Leonard's face, Spock relayed the conversation the two of you had after he'd found you in the lab working.

"So she cares about me like I care about her," McCoy murmured. "What time are they scheduled to be back? I have to be there right when she gets back so I can tell her how I feel. I've already wasted too much time," he muttered, then jumped up from his chair. Before he could walk out of the lab, Capt. Kirk was at the door.

"Good, you're both here. The Away Team is returning to the ship ahead of schedule. It appears that they ran into some problems on the planet's surface. Something about a run-in with a band of native inhabitants," Kirk explained. "Possible weapons discharges and there may be injuries," he reluctantly revealed.

"StarFleet's report stated that the area in which the Away Team would be working was declared as deserted," Spock pointed out. "There should have been no reason for any discharge of weapons."

"You see?? This is exactly what I was talking about, Spock!" McCoy exclaimed, his arms waving in the air. "How could you send her down there, Jim? She's not ready for something like this," McCoy snapped.

"I chose the team based on their skills and how it matched the intel we were given. Do you really believe I like putting people I care about in harm's way??" Kirk retorted sharply. "I have a job to do, but so do the two of you. And right now, the Away Team is depending on you to carry out those duties to the best of your ability. The personal stuff can be sorted out later, all right?" Kirk barked. "For now, let's just get everyone home and safe."

Spock and McCoy nodded and each of them went their separate ways to begin assisting in the missions aftermath. Kirk was on his way back to the bridge, while Spock was gathering his equipment. "Captain?" McCoy called out before Kirk had fully exited the lab.

"What is it, Bones?" Kirk asked wearily.

McCoy walked over to join his captain at the door. "I'll be in the MedBay, standing by for any casualties," he replied, then started down the hall.

"Thank you, Doctor. And Bones?" Kirk added, causing McCoy to turn and catch Kirk's gaze. "She'll be all right. Besides, you probably owe her a dance, right?" he smirked.

"Among other things, Jim," McCoy admitted before finally resuming his path to the MedBay.

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When McCoy returned to the MedBay, it was a flurry of activity. The casualties had already arrived, only three of whom were being worked on by multiple teams. Head Nurse Christine Chapel met him near the entrance to give him a PADD with a rundown of the injuries. He had just started scanning the list when he heard, "DOCTOR!! Dr. McCoy, we need you over here!!"

McCoy all but sprinted to BioBed #3 and was shocked at the sight before him. You were the injured party, with a stab wound to your left shoulder that had seemed to stop bleeding. There was a moderate head laceration near your hairline, but its bleeding also looked to be under control. However, it was the 6-inch gash across your stomach that was of utmost concern, because it was still steadily leaking blood.

"Oh darlin'," McCoy whispered as he pushed your hair back from your face and tucked it behind your ear.

"Hey, Dr. McCoy," you rasped, which sent you into a minor coughing fit.

"Shh, take it easy, sugar. We're going to take good care of you, get you all patched up good as new," he soothed.

"Len....'m sorry....about earlier," you wheezed but were thrown into another coughing session. "Ow, it hurts," you whimpered.

"Hold on, sweetheart, I'll get ya something to take away the hurt," McCoy promised. One of the nurses promptly handed him the hypospray containing the pain med. Leonard gently rolled your head to the side for better access to your neck. He pushed your hair out of the way and pressed the hypospray to your skin and delivered the pain medication.

When McCoy withdrew the instrument, he was startled when he saw your soulmark behind your left ear, a starburst that matched the mark on his wrist. It was you. You were his soulmate, the one he should've waited for and he was the one you were waiting for. As he stood next to you, he felt the bond between you grow, as it sent a wave of warmth through his body.

You somehow found his hand and took it in yours, giving it a gentle squeeze before dropping it. The movement and seeing your hand hang limply at your side was enough to snap Leonard back into action and tend to your injuries. "All right, let's get this bleeding stopped so we can close up this gash and clean up these other wounds," McCoy ordered, getting back to the task at hand.

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For some reason, you couldn't move your right hand due to some sort of weight on top of it. You were having a hard time opening your eyes as well, though you did manage to crack them open halfway. There was an IV in your left arm and as for your right side, you smiled when you saw a familiar crop of dark hair. Leonard was hunched over the edge of your bed, his head resting on his elbows and covering your hand. You could only imagine how tired he must be after the events of the past few hours.

The Away mission was your first since you came aboard the Enterprise, and not exactly the low-risk scenario as mentioned in the file. The briefing said the area had been declared uninhabited, but the natives you encountered proved otherwise. Some of their weapons were rudimentary by StarFleet's standards, while others looked confiscated from other unsuspecting visitors.

You were the first to be attacked, by a stab to your left shoulder and blow to the head, then all hell broke loose. The wound in your midsection was caused when you stepped in to defend a fellow crew member. You were relieved when you saw the familiar surroundings of the MedBay, and even more relaxed when Leonard's face appeared. However, you'd have given anything to take away the pain and worry you saw in his eyes as he hovered above you, assessing your injuries.

Gingerly, you felt around on the bed for the call button, not wanting to disturb the doctor sleeping at your side. Your slight movement caused him to lift his head and for his eyes to immediately zero in on yours. A sleepy yet relieved smile graced his face as he slowly reached up with his right hand to cup your cheek. "Hi," he whispered.

"Hi," you whispered back. "How long have I been out?"

"About twelve hours," he answered. "You had me worried there, sweetheart," he murmured. "I thought I wasn't going to get the chance to tell you something very important."

"I'm here now, though. What is it you wanted to tell me?" you asked. You shuffled around in your bed, trying to raise yourself to a more upright position. Leonard saw what you were doing and helped to rearrange the pillows and angle of the bed to where you wanted it.

Leonard returned in his chair and pointed it so that he was gazing directly at you. He brought your hand up to his lips and kissed the back of it. "Ever since Jim handed me your file, I knew there was something special about you. I felt it when we shook hands in that transporter room, and I think you felt it too," he replied.

You nodded. "Felt like electricity shooting up my arm," you smiled.

"Exactly. The more I got to know you through the time we spent together, the more I believed in the idea of a soulmate. I only dared to hope you were mine. I saw the mark behind your ear, so now I know you that are the one I belong with in this life. Even without that, darlin', I fell for you anyway. Your kindness, generosity, your gentle spirit and so many more reasons are why I love you," Leonard remarked.

You could've been knocked back unconscious with a feather. Of all things you thought would happen when you woke up, a love confession from Leonard wasn't anywhere near the list. Although it made you happy to hear that he loved you in return, there was also a part of you that was having doubts.

Leonard mentioned that he'd seen your soulmark, and that he'd fallen for you anyway. Jim knew about the matching marks, and how you wanted Leonard to love you for who you were, not some cosmic tattoo. You'd put your heart on the line once when you asked him to the dance, and it didn't end well. Did you dare take that kind of chance again?

"Sweetheart, please say something," he implored hoarsely.

"Guess this means you owe me a dance?" you replied with a watery smile, as you decided to take the leap. "Len, of course I love you, and not because of some mark put on us by Fate. You are the one I've been searching for, and you're well worth waiting for."

That was all the confirmation Leonard needed, and more. He stood up from his chair and walked around to the left side of your bed. You scooted over a bit to leave room for him to sit on the edge of your mattress. Leonard placed a hand on either side of your face and tilted your head up to meet his gaze. As his left thumb gently caressed your cheek, you latched your hands to his wrists, with your finger tracing over his soulmark.

Leonard leaned his head towards you, tenderly brushing his lips over yours at first, then returning with more passion. His soft yet insistent lips moved with determination, expressing the depth of his emotions for you. When he nipped at your bottom lip, you gasped in surprise, creating the perfect opening for him to slip his tongue in to explore your mouth. Your sweet sound of pleasure that escaped seemed only to spur him on.

The kiss broke before the alarms could be set off on the BioBed for your elevated heart rate or any other escalated vital signs. Leonard leaned back slightly to give himself and you a chance to catch your breaths. He gingerly brushed the hair back from your face and tucked it behind your ear. "So beautiful," he whispered.

"And all yours," you whispered back. Your hand drifted up for your fingers to run through his dark locks, your nails scratching his scalp. The gesture earned you a deep sigh from him and he closed his eyes in contentment. "Have been for a while now, you know," you added. "I love you, Leonard McCoy."

Leonard opened his eyes and smiled softly. "And I'm all yours, my body and soul belongs to you. I love you too, sweetheart," he remarked as he touched his forehead to yours.

The two of you stayed like that, holding each other, until the sound of a throat being cleared broke the silence. Leonard turned his head slightly then rolled his eyes at seeing Capt. Kirk and Cmdr. Spock. The captain wore a look of smug satisfaction at seeing his two friends finally getting together. On the other hand, Spock's face held a look of concern about your recovery from your injuries.

"Guess you can't outrun Fate, can you, Bones?" Kirk crowed. "Seriously, though. I'm happy for you two," he winked.

Spock turned to you. "It would seem that you have received sufficient confirmation of Dr. McCoy's feelings towards you, correct?" he asked.

"Complete confirmation, Spock," you answered. "Did you come to gloat too, or was there something else you needed?" you inquired.

"Vulcans do not gloat. I am merely checking up on the health of one of my team members. It is fortunate that Dr. McCoy was able to successfully treat your injuries and put you on the road to recovery," Spock observed.

"Fortunate indeed," you concurred. Off to the side, you spied Uhura making her way to your bedside under what looked like quite a head of steam.

"I leave you two alone for five minutes, and you're down here causing trouble. Hi there honey, Dr. McCoy," Uhura greeted you and Leonard. Her words to you and Leonard were in direct contrast to those she aimed at Kirk and Spock. "All right, these two need their rest, so off you go. Bye sweetie," she winked. After your friends exited the MedBay, you and Dr. McCoy breathed a sigh of relief.

"Never want to be on her bad side," Leonard quipped. "Alone at last," he murmured, brushing the back of his knuckles on your cheek.

"Just the two of us now," you replied. You shuffled over further in your bed to make room for Leonard. He settled in next to you, curling his arm around you and guiding your head to rest on his shoulder. You slung your arm around his midsection and snuggled into his warm embrace. "Sweet dreams, Len. I love you," you mumbled.

"Goodnight, my love," he whispered, kissing your temple and closing his eyes.

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phantomcurses · 10 days ago

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Yess tng and tos?! I have one for my grumpy mccoy from tos! Both reader and mccoy are in love with eachother but they are oblivious. On the enterprise christmas Party, jim decides to put them under a mistletoe to end their misery 😅 Also i have more stuff for q, one for jim kirk and also one for pike. You will get some stuff from me 😊 Thank you

ahhh this is so cute!! i love bones, my beloved grumpy doctor lol. definitely kick started my love for grumpy characters! i did also get your other star trek requests, and i'll work on them soon! if there's any other requests that you have, feel free to send them in! :) i also hope that headcanons are okay, it's what i was inspired more for this request!

you and leonard are always tiptoeing around the feelings you have for each other. it wasn't inherently obvious to either one of you that the other had feelings, but by god, did everyone else on the ship see it. it annoyed them a bit, but no one was going to say anything.

unless it was jim, who had a plan to set in action. there was a christmas party coming up, and jim had a few plans up his sleeve to get you two to finally understand your feelings for one another.

he employed some other people in the area as well, primarily uhura and scotty; spock didn't really get the idea of putting people together if they didn't see the feelings.

while jim was laying his plan out, you and leonard were setting up your own plans for showing up to the party. or the manner of dancing around the question of if you would show up together, if leonard would escort you there.

"you know, we could show up together. if that's what you'd like of course, i don't know when you plan on being ready." bones asked, fiddling with the medical equipment in his hands as you were cleaning up your station from the lengthy surgery you had. your face feels hot, as leonard's face also warms at the boldness of his question to you.

"you know, never mind, i'm sure i'll see you there, i don't want to hold you up getting ready." he says, taking back his words, feeling awkward in semi asking you to the party.

"sounds good, lee. it'll be a fun night." sending a wistful smile his way, wishing you said yes faster than he took back his words. (this type of interaction of backtracking on one another is so common, it's exactly why jim feels the need to intervene.)

soon, your shifts end, and he walks you to your room. he nods your way as he heads back to his room to get ready for the party. any conversation you have with him is easy, and it wasn't so hard to break into his gruff exterior. he gave you many butterflies whenever you two talked.

you rush to get ready and arrive to the party where it's in full swing by the time you arrive with music in the background, trying to seek out leonard. so you're shocked when he comes behind you and touches your shoulder, and you swing around. he apologizes, handing you one of the hot chocolates he has in his hand he grabbed before coming to see you. thankful, you grab it.

you also can't help but to laugh at his shirt, not used to seeing him in a christmas themed sweater, something sillier than what you're used to seeing him in.

you both wander towards the exit, where it's quieter, to engage with conversation better, and to talk with some other coworkers you don't get to see often because they work in other areas. eventually the two of you are separated into different groups when talking, but you don't mind since you'll see him again before the night is over. suddenly, uhura, who in the middle of conversation with you, makes eye contact with someone and suddenly grips your arm, turns you around, and pushes you a few feet forward.

you're face to face with leonard now, who is being pushed by jim and scotty, turning towards uhura, wondering what on earth was going on. they're all sending each other villainous smiles, which you know means nothing good. leonard looks confused as well, suspicion high in how he raised his eyebrow.

"finally, no one is in the way of the doorway." scotty says, his accent stronger from the alcohol he was drinking. "yeah, we've been waiting all night for this moment." uhura chimes in. "you know the earth tradition of mistletoe?" jim asks, and you groan, since you know what he's talking about.

all of a sudden they ditch, leaving you and leonard there, and he's looking at you, apprehensive to the next step, waiting for you to take the lead, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. you gaze up at the plant hanging in the doorway, wondering where they could have possibly gotten that, but you look back at leonard and without a second thought, brought him in for a kiss.

there was a moment where leonard didn't know what to do with his hands, and you almost step back in fear of going to far, but you don't get that chance as he wraps them around your waist and pulls you in closer. it's enough to ignore the cheers of others, and you lean into his kiss further, inhaling his cologne. you pull back to take a breath, and relish in the knowledge that in the future, you'll both be walking to parties together.

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a-halo-for-you · 2 months ago

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Misreading

Leonard 'Bones' McCoy x Female OC

Fandom: Star Trek

Prompt: "You look like hell."

Summary: Dr Hermia Walker wallows in her grief before her best friend (and secret love of her life) Bones appears, changing the course of the evening abruptly.

Part 1 to a series I'm working on.

Word Count: 1788

Hermia leant in over her drink, the soft glow of the bar glinting on the rims of glasses, the room filled with the sound of softly playing music. The place was mostly empty, not unusual for when the ship was docked in at a starbase where the clubs and pubs were many and gave the crew downtime before setting off for the next part of their journey into the unknown. She took another sip of the rum in her glass, savouring the depth and sweetness with eyes closed, burning in her throat as she swallowed.

The sound of the doors swiping open turned her head, eyebrows raised with curiosity and settling when her eyes caught the ones belonging to Bones.

He was in his own clothes, a leather jacket and jeans fitted perfectly though Hermia would never say that outloud. She did her best to not allow her eyes to run over his body, turning back to face the bar while he sauntered over.

“You look like hell,” He remarked, the hint of worry curbing the bluntness of his tone as he took a seat beside her, laying out his own glass and pouring himself a drink from the bottle she’d acquired several drinks ago.

“Gee, you sure know what to say to make a girl feel special Dr McCoy,” Hermia lifted her glass, smiling surreptitiously before taking a drink, eyes still pinned to the glowing lights that haloed the bar. She wasn’t sure she should look at him, not with the way her heart stutters around him when she’s sober, not with the way her current sorrow may lead her to make one foolish mistake.

“How much have you had?” Bones asked, clinking his glass with hers before taking a sip, she watched him relish in the taste from the corner of her eye, a smile of satisfaction overcoming him. “Well that is some good stuff.”

“I like to think I know my rum,” She shrugged, “But you know that.”

Bones huffed a small laugh, “Yeah I do. We’ve known eachother 8 years, you’d think I’d know you by now.”

The knowingness in his tone made her pause and she swallowed the lump that threatened to build in her throat. Placing the glass down she caught sight of the gold signet ring that rested just a little too big for her own index finger and rubbed a thumb over it.

“It’s just a bit of a shit day that’s all,” She sighed.

“You know your dad wouldn’t want you to be alone on a day like today right?” Bones nudged her arm with his, leaning in slightly to get her to look at him.

“Even if I want to be alone?” She asked him, raising an eyebrow with as much muted grey sass as she could.

“Especially then. From what you told me, your dad would want you to be surrounded by people who care about you if you can’t be with the rest of your family.” He replied swiftly, and she tried her best to acknowledge the words that fell from his lips. Tried her best not to think about kissing him and glanced away, reaching for her drink again.

“Herm,” Bones placed his hand on the one that reached for her poison- or antidote, she was too many drinks in to notice the difference. “What’s going on today? This isn’t just about your old dad is it?”

She smiled briefly without joy, “He wasn’t even old. I’m just- I don’t know, it feels like time doesn’t pass when we’re up here but it does. Sometimes I wonder if I’m even doing what I’m supposed to be doing… With my life. Career. Stuff.”

“That’s normal,” He reassured her, the gentleness in his eyes drawing her in close once again. “Everyone wonders about the what ifs in their life, hell I think about what it would have been like if I’d stayed on Earth sometimes- most times. But I know that this was where I was supposed to go in the end, cause thinking about my life any other way, I don’t think I could choose any different. And I know you feel the same deep down.”

Hermia couldn’t help the softness in her eyes as she gazed at him, feeling the warmth from his proximity, the smell of his cologne, the spice of the rum between them.

“How is it you always manage to make me feel normal when the world around me feels insane?”

The words hung in the air for a few beats longer than she’d expected and watched as his expression flickered with uncertainty. Suddenly short for air she recoiled sharply and teetered off the side of her bar stool, slipping off with a thud and gasp before shooting to her feet, ignoring the bruising that ached in her hip.

“Goddammit Herm, are you trying to concuss yourself?” Bones was already to his feet, hands checking her quickly while she swatted them away. They felt too good, too fitting on her body - it was awful in the best way.

“I’m fine, I’m fine. No pain at all,” She grabbed his hands in hers and pushed them back away from her space before stepping around him, the room swaying slightly as she did. “Oh wow, I’m drunk.”

Bones sighed, an expression of exasperation usually tied to Jim’s antics now etched on his face. “You don’t say. C’mon then, let’s get you back to your room so you can hit the hay.”

Within seconds his hands were on her again, one arm wound around her waist and the other pulling her arm over his shoulder. Her face burned, from alcohol, from embarrassment, from the heat that sparked from his touch - she didn’t know.

The journey to her room was slow and the bruise on her side had begun to throb as they stumbled through the quiet corridors - or rather she stumbled and he held her up along the way.

“Wait- Wait, let me just-” Hermia reached for the wall of the corridor they were in, leaning her head against it for a moment, his hands warm against the small of her back as he rubbed it soothingly, sending sparks up her spine and a heat flared to life inside her gut.

“C’mon Herm, your room is just around the corner,” Bones soothed, his voice soft, a secret tone he used sometimes that made her dig her nails into the wall slightly before turning to face him, blinking away the blurred lights.

“Can we just pause for a second? I definitely drank too much,” Hermia sighed, managing a tired smile that he gave into with an aggravated sigh, rolling his eyes slightly.

“Sure, let's just camp out in the middle of the hallway where any young ensign can see me pressing you up against the wall - that sure sounds responsible,” He ranted, sarcasm dripping from every word that made Hermia chuckle lightly.

“Well when you put it that way, I’d hate to get you into trouble, Bones,” She rested her hands on his shoulders, righting herself up from leaning against the wall and stepping further into his space.

The hands that were bracing her body tightened slightly and the way his eyes flickered between hers made her mouth go dry.

“Then again, it’s not like I’m your subordinate or anything,” She whispered, watching the way he watched her, slightly frozen in place.

“No, you’re not,” He swallowed, sounding- well Hermia didn’t fully hear how he sounded. The affirmation sounded too much like a confirmation to the silent question that had been burning in her head for the past few minutes and it pushed her forward. Liquid courage blazing in her veins as her lips met his.

Bones’ lips met hers, reacting with a passion that took her breath away and the hands that held her gripped tighter, backing her against the wall in one swift motion. The heat of his body pressed against Hermia’s made her head spin and the flick of his tongue against hers made her moan softly. The fire in her raged on and she’d let it burn her for all she cared, she just didn’t want this to end. One hand raked through the scruff of his hair while the other pulled him closer, fingers curling into his jacket. One of his hands ran from her waist to her thighs, hitching one leg up to his hip and with a shudder she grinded against him, their moans stifled by their kiss. The break in the kiss came too soon as they separated for the sake of oxygen, and their eyes met in a burn of blue and hazel. Gradually the mist in Bones’ eyes cleared and the heat that was coiled in Hermia like a wire spring turned cold. Slowly he let go of her leg and took Hermia’s hands in his, unhooking himself from her as he took a large step back.

The heat in his gaze was unmistakable but so was the regret, the shame and Hermia opened her mouth to apologise.

“I’m supposed to be meeting someone tonight.” He beat her to it, breathing heavily as he watched her come to the paling realisation. His date. That’s the other reason why she was sad - he had a date.

Dr Fiona Verne, a well-liked woman of closer age to Bones, a Georgian lady herself with plenty the two of them could talk about between themselves. She was elegant and lovely, Hermia liked her even, so the sharp sting of rejection was quickly drowned out by hot and acrid shame.

“Oh my god,” Her face collapsed into her hands, her last defence to shield herself from Bones. “I’m- I’m drunk.”

She lifted her head to look at him, armour on, steeling herself from her emotions for as long as she could, whilst backing away further down the corridor. “I’m drunk and I’m sad and that makes for awful decision making. I’m so sorry. I-I- I’m gonna go- I’m gonna go to bed- Um, say hi to Fiona for me- Ah! Actually no, don't do that because that's- that’s weird.”

She was turning the corner of the corridor before she realised, her legs happy to get her away from the situation as she almost ran to her room. Cursing herself to the seven layers of hell.

The doors closed shut behind her and after a few minutes of anxiously guarding her door to ensure Bones wasn’t coming after her, she burrowed her disappointment under a cemented layer of lies that quickly cracked when she reached up to trace her lips. After 8 years, she’d finally kissed him and it felt exactly how she had dreamt and also nothing like it at all.

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strangenewwords · 15 days ago

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if I were to try write x reader

I mean I may suck at it. But it looks like it could be fun!

#x reader #wolverine x reader #butcher x reader #scott summers x reader #bones mccoy x reader

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starryeyes2000 · 2 years ago

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Dating Advice: Bat Cave

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Pairing: McCoy x Gender Neutral Reader

Rating: Teen, mild references to sex

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: His romantic night did not work out as McCoy so carefully planned.

Excerpt: The trio hung as right-side up bats, hooked to rafters via restraints binding their wrists, dangling three feet from the ceiling. Similar heavy ropes shackled their legs which suspended above the floor, low enough for bare toes to graze its surface, high enough to prevent easing the torment of arms and shoulders bearing all body weight.

McCoy pivoted his hips, swinging to his left. For two seconds his eyes met Kirk’s and he said, “I blame you for this.”

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iamreadytobecomefrog · 4 days ago

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Lazy Morning~

A/N: I wrote this half asleep listening to Nonsense by Sabrina Carpenter so this is definitely not proof read and may not make sense, but I'ma still post it cause who's gonna stop me ಠಿ⁠_⁠ಠ. Also, I had no one in mind for writing this so you can imagine whoever you want. Anyways, enjoy and I hope you have a good day or night.

You slowly blink away tears as you yawn, your nose cold and your fingers wrapped around something soft. You lift your head up and find your lover sound asleep still with your hands buried in his hair. With zero restraint and being far too tired to care, you grip his head a little and hide your cold nose in his neck. You feel him stirr underneath you as warm arms snake around your waist and a gentle squeeze to your sides.

“What're you doing?” you feel him murmur into your ear with his morning voice adding a rumble to his words. While normally you'd be a menace and tease him about his voice, your brain felt too fuzzy to even form a proper sentence as you press your face further into his neck.

“Nose cold…” you slur out while you snuggle into him like a chick nuzzling into its mother's feathers. You hear him chuckle deeply and feel the warm blankets on your back get pulled up more.

“Can't have that now can we,” he chuckles out as he lets you do as you please. Content to be your heated teddy bear for the moment as he threads his fingers through your messy hair. Sighing, you kiss the nape of his name with a small “thanks” before you doze off back to sleep. Fully embraced and safe in your lover's arms as he rubs circles on your back to keep you asleep. He places a kiss on your forehead as he accepts his fate and feels contentment to have a lazy morning with you. He'd keep your nose warm always, even when you could barely form a sentence.

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captainsophiestark · 2 months ago

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Irregular Heartbeat

Bones McCoy x Reader

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Written for Fictober, and for my personal fic writing challenge for 2024, Sophie's Year of Fic! Featuring a new fic being posted every Friday, all year long :)

Fandom: Star Trek

Day Eighteen Prompt: "You always have a plan."

Summary: Bones's SO has a Valentine's Day surprise planned for him that's fit for the CMO of the Enterprise.

Word Count: 1,295

Category: Fluff, Humor

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

"Jim!"

My best friend, Jim Kirk, whirled around at the sound of my voice, one eyebrow raised. He was incredibly used to me and my shenanigans, so he didn't even look phased as I charged towards him while he waited for the machine to fill his cup with caf.

"I need you to distract Bones for, like, half an hour. Preferably today. And within the next hour," I said, only slightly breathless as I reached him.

"So... you want me to go distract Bones as soon as I get my caf?"

"Pretty much, yeah."

Jim grinned at me. "You know I'm in. But care to tell me why?"

"I've got a Valentine's Day suprirse I want to put together for him. It's the first time we've been a couple for the holiday, and I want to do something special."

"And I take it you already have a plan?" I gave Jim a withering look and he just laughed. "Of course. You always have a plan."

"Damn right I do. Now come on, take that caf to go and get out of here. I've got things to do today."

"Alright, alright, I'm going. But next time you pull me away from a rare break to help you with something, it better be for a prank. Not a date."

I grinned. "I think I can commit to that deal."

Jim smirked back at me, then raised his cup of caf in mock salute as he strode out of the cafeteria, off to distract Bones. I paused, letting him get a little bit ahead of me so there was no chance of running into him or my boyfriend on their way out of medical, then quickly made my way through the familiar hallways of the Enterprise.

Luckily for me, when I made it to sickbay (after one brief stop in my quarters), it was almost completely empty. Jim must've been doing as I'd asked in getting Bones out of here, and now, I had exactly the window I needed to pull off my Valentine's Day surprise.

I made my way to one of the heart rate monitors and popped open the back panel, then got to work breaking it the way I wanted to break it. Althought Starfleet Engineering hadn't covered exactly this kind of change to equipment on a starship, it had been a thorough enough course that I had the skills regardless.

Once I finished, I tested my handiwork, then grinned and made everything look like it had before I'd showed up. Finally, I snuck the bouquet of fresh roses I'd managed to secure on our last shore leave out of my bag, tucking them behind the pillows of the bed. I paused to take one last look at my setup, then took off out of sickbay with a grin. Not a moment later, I heard Jim's voice echoing loudly down the corridor, clearly trying to give me a heads up about his return with Bones.

I hid around the corner while Bones and Jim said their goodbyes, then waited for Jim's footsteps to fade in the opposite direction before turning the corner and reentering sickbay.

"Hey," I said, a small smile on my face as I found Bones just outside his office. "Happy Valentine's Day."

He'd had a slight frown on his face when he'd first turned around, but it dissolved the moment he saw me.

"Hey yourself. Happy Valentine's Day." He took a few steps closer to me, a faint smile growing on his face as he approached. "What brings you in? I wasn't expecting to get to see you until tonight."

"Actually... I'm feeling a little rough. I was hoping you could check me out."

Bones narrowed his eyes. "...Is this a bad pickup line?"

"What? No!"

He held up his hands in surrender, then gently stepped forward and took my elbow.

"Alright. Valentine's Day and all, I had to check. Let's get you on a bed."

"And you're talking to me about bad pickup lines?"

Bones snorted, and I grinned. I didn't wait for him to direct me to a bed, and instead I headed straight for the one I'd just finished modifying. Bones didn't even bat an eye at my decision, instead following me over and carefully getting me hooked up to the various monitoring machines.

"Do you want to tell me about your symptoms?" he asked as he worked. I sighed.

"I don't know, I just haven't been feeling well. A little lighthearted, a little fluttering in my chest."

I expected Bones to make another bad pickup line comment, but clearly, he'd switched into doctor mode. He just hummed as he continued to work.

"And what's been your food and water to caffeine ratio so far today?"

I grunted. "Food, water, and no caffeine so far, thank you very much."

Bones just gave me a look, which I couldn't really argue. Too much caffeine and not enough other, better fuel had been the cause of me not feeling good before, and we both knew it.

"Well, let's see what we can see here, hm?"

I barely managed to fight back a giddy smile as Bones turned to look at the monitor read out, including the heart rate monitor. What he found, instead of the normally reading beeping line, was the green line tracing the shape of a (non-anatomical) heart. I snuck my hand behind my pillow to retrieve the roses while Bones blinked at the display in shock.

"My god... what is..." He glanced from the monitor to me, then got halfway through turning back to the monitor before stopping to stay on me and my roses. His wide eyes and slightly-open mouth were instantly replaced with a squint and a frown. "What did you do to this monitor?"

"I made it cute for Valentine's Day!" I replied. I held out the roses to him, but before I could get through another word, he'd crossed his arms and fixed me with a glare.

"I thought something was seriously wrong, either with you or with my highly-sophisticated medical equipment, which is essential to the health and safety of this crew. What if we'd had an emergency situaiton before you could fix this, or even tell me about it?"

I sighed.

"I hear you, baby, but come on. I made sure the odds of that were crazy low, it's one monitor, and I made the whole thing easy to fix."

"Easy enough that a non-engineer who didn't know the machine had been tampered with could fix it?"

"Yes."

Bones raised an eyebrow, so I sighed, and used my free hand to give the machine a nice hard whack. Theoretically, the same one a stressed and confused medical professional would give it in the heat of the moment.

It beeped, then the readout changed back to the normal, boring heart monitor readout. I turned back to Bones with a look.

He sighed. "Fine. But you still scared me when I saw that coming up as a readout of your heart beat."

"Just take the roses and get M'benga to cover the end of your shift. This is just the first Valentine's surprise of the day."

Despite himself, a smile clawed its way onto my boyfriend's face. I grinned back at him. I knew he couldn't hold out here much longer.

"Alright, fine," he said, taking the roses out of my hand and leaning in to give me a kiss. I leaned up and into it, bringing one hand up to rest at the nape of his neck. After a long, sweet moment, he pulled back. "I'm all yours until dinner tonight."

"What happens at dinner tonight?"

"Then it's my turn to take over with the Valentine's planning. I put together a nice dinner for the both of us, and as a bonus, it won't give either of us a heart attack."

I laughed and leaned up to kiss him again.

"Sounds perfect to me."

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marvelouslytrekking · 3 months ago

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Nowhere Else to Go

Pairing: Leonard "Bones" McCoy/Reader Summery: When injured and on the run, you find yourself near a old "friends" place and decide to try to use their place as a hide out and a place to get patched up but get more than you bargained for. Word Count: 2717 A/N: I don't know where this came from but here it is and I hope y'all enjoy it!! I have like a slight idea of something I could do for a part 2 so if anyone would want that, let me know lol

You knew this was a stupid idea and yet you had no other options and what were the chances that you just so happened to be brought here to an area where you knew of a place that you could hide out and get medical supplies. You just hoped the homeowner wasn’t home.

The path you took was one you knew well. You did your best to make sure you were covering your tracks and you were making sure that no one was following you. As you made it to the end of the driveway, you took another moment to gather yourself and check your surroundings before making it the last stretch to the front door.

You were holding your breath that he was off-world at the moment. This would most likely end very badly otherwise. You took a moment to try to decide between trying to go through a window or hope that he didn’t uninstall your biometrics from the door. You decided to start with the door. If it let you in, you wouldn’t need to worry about any alarm system and honestly you were too tired to go through the window if you didn’t have to.

You let out a relieved breath when the door lit up green and unlocked at your handprint. You clicked and locked the door behind you and leaned against it for a brief moment before commanding the lights to come on to 40%.

You hadn’t made it more than a few steps before you heard the floorboards creaking over by the stairs. You didn’t have any time to react before you heard the tell tail sound of a phaser powering up.

“Don’t move!” You heard Leonard’s voice command before there was a sharp inhale of his breath “How-what the hell are you doing here?”

“Hi.” You tried to give an awkward wave with the hand that wasn’t gripping your side but he didn’t seem impressed. “Listen I was kinda hoping you weren’t earth side at the moment. I just need some medical supplies and I can be out of your hair.”

“Sit.” Bones ordered after a moment of silence. He gestured to the table with this phaser but powered it down and sat it on the kitchen island. He didn’t address anything else but you watched as he stared at the wound on your side.

A shaky breath slipped out as Bones turned and walked away once you were sitting at the kitchen table. You were assuming he was going to grab his medical bag, or at least that was what you were hoping he was doing. He was back in a moment proving that you had been correct in your assumption. He plopped the bag down beside you with a thud that caused you to flinch slightly. For a moment he just stood over you, not moving.

“I’m going to need you to move your hand.” He told you as he pulled over one of the other chairs close to yours. You winced slightly as you removed your blood soaked hand away from the deep gash that was in your lower stomach. “I’m going to cut away your shirt to get a better look.”

You gave him a nod of permission and he quickly sliced the shirt open. Once the clothing was out of his way he immediately began to work on cleaning the area to better assess the wound.

“You really should be going to a hospital” He stated.

“Listen if you want me dead that badly, just kill me yourself.”

“What the hell did you get yourself into?” He asked.

“Nothing.” You gritted your teeth. This was not a conversation you wanted to be having with him ever, and definitely not while you were half bleeding out in his kitchen.

“Well I don’t have any pain meds to give you so this is going to hurt. I have to stitch it up.” He sighed.

“I’m sure it’ll be better than if I do it myself.” He left out a half snort at that. After that you fell into a silence, it wasn’t exactly comfortable but it wasn’t as awkward as you were expecting. That might have had to do with the distraction of the pain you were trying your best to ignore as Bones stitched you up.

“And done.” He stated as he finished up. “Any other injuries I should know about.”

“Nothing major.” You replied. The look of annoyance was one you knew well. He didn’t even have to say anything before you turned your arm towards him and revealed a much smaller cut on your upper arm. “There is another small cut on my thigh. But I can handle those if you give me the Medkit.

“Let me.” He said as he gently reached for your arm to get a better look. Luckily both the other wounds just needed a bit of cleaning and to be wrapped. Once he was done, neither of you seemed to make a move to say or do anything else until a shiver ran through you as you sat without a shirt on.

“Here, let me grab you some clothes to change into.” Bones offered as soon as he noticed. He stepped away and you were left to just fidget as you sat in a kitchen that used to be so familiar to you. One that you used to consider your own. You took a shaky breath right as Bones came back with some sweats and a shirt for you to throw on.

You wanted to say something about how you noticed the pants were yours, that he must have kept your clothes stashed somewhere when you left, but he still chose to bring you down one of his shirts. You grabbed them gently from him and headed towards the downstairs bathroom. Once you had the door shut, you let out another shaky breath. You knew coming here, seeing Bones, wasn’t going to be easy but you hadn’t expected it to hit you so hard. You had spent the last two years convincing yourself that you were over him but you had always known that wasn’t true. You left with too much unsaid to ever resolve the feelings you held for him.

You changed and cleaned up as best you could before you came back out of the bathroom. You forced yourself to take a final deep breath before exiting. Bones was standing in the kitchen with two mugs of tea steaming in front of him.

“Listen. It’s clear you don’t want to talk about what happened, but you up and left me with no explanation and then Starfleet was suddenly saying you were behind intel leaks and were on the run, then I don’t hear from you for two years and when I do see you, you show up to our house, injured and expect me not to ask for answers?” He blurted out before you could even make it all the way to the counter. You winced at the anger that was laced under his voice but took comfort in the fact that from his wording it seemed like he hadn’t believed that you were a criminal mastermind.

“You’re right. I owe you more than just an explanation but we can at least start there.” You told him. He nodded, seemingly satisfied and motioned for you to head into the living room. You walked into the room and flipped on a lamp before carefully taking a seat in the armchair. Bones handed you one of the mugs he made and sat down on the corner of the couch closest to you.

You stared down at the mug in your hand fidgeting with the string trying to think about where to even begin. After a long moment of silence you inhaled and then let out the entire story. Bones was an attentive listener, he didn’t interrupt you once and while you hadn’t been able to look up and meet his eyes, you could feel them focused on you as you spoke.

You told Bones how you had been approached by Section 31 about an undercover mission, one that you were specially qualified for. They needed an engineer who was also a skilled hacker and who could hold their own in a fight and you fit the bill perfectly. They needed you to infiltrate a group that was dealing mostly in high tech stolen weapons. They needed an inside person to get more intel on the group to be able to take them out, from the information they had, they weren’t able to determine how widespread the network ran and they knew taking out only a small fraction of the group wouldn’t do much good.

The issue with trying to have a Starfleet officer infiltrate a criminal organization was always getting anyone to trust you. Normally Section 31 was good at erasing people’s identity but this time they had decided to lean into you being Starfleet. They had recently discovered that an officer was selling information to the highest bidder and while they were able to determine who it was, the best way to give you the best cover was to frame you. You would take on the leaker persona and join the group as someone who was caught and now on the run. You would be able to offer Starfleet knowledge and the easy ability to hack into any systems they needed.

The plan had worked perfectly, you were able to easily join the lower ranks and slowly work your way up. However, for the plan to work as well as it did, it meant that everyone in your life had to believe it. You weren’t allowed to tell anyone the truth, that included Leonard. You knew that if one day you up and were accused of such crimes, he never would have believed it so to make him believe the worst, you started to pick fights, put distance between you, you acted suspicious and tried to make sure he’d think the worst and it had seemingly worked. By the time Section 31 was ready to get the mission underway, there was a solid wedge between you and Bones, so you imagined when he woke up to you gone, a hasty bag packed and a note that said “I’m sorry” and Starfleet security officers pounding on his front door, he most likely believe the story you created.

The last two years had gone pretty well in relation to the mission. You had gotten into the group and were able to prove yourself to them and begin the climb the ranks. You reported the intel you were receiving back to Section 31 and they checked in accordingly. Things took a turn when you had made it into the interest of the upper circle. You were in no way getting admitted into their crew, but they had heard of your skills and had started to give you special secret tasks for you. The climax of your mission was when you had a face-to-face meeting with the big boss. A person that no intel had resulted in an identification of. From what Section 31 knew, no one who would talk had ever seen their face. Once you had been a part of the organization for a few months, you had come to the conclusion that was because only a select few ever did meet them. They worked from the shadows and behind the scene. You had half expected them to be someone in Starfleet or someone in a position of power, but they weren’t anyone you had recognized. You had to admit you had been a bit disappointed in that. A big break like that might have got you a way home.

Instead a few days after that meeting, you had been on a job at a bar where you had been spotted by Scotty. He had approached you angrily. It started with him yelling at you and telling you how much you had betrayed his trust, but it quickly morphed into him telling you how this couldn’t be you and how this had to be some sort undercover thing. Unfortunately for you, your partner on the job had overheard that part and it had seeded mistrust in you. You had tried to play it off that Scotty was just a dumb former colleague who had fallen for your deception but with your quick rise in the organization and the fact you had just had a face-to-face, they decided that you weren’t worth the risk and a kill order had been put on your head.

Clearly you had managed to escape with your life, but with the way that Section 31 worked, there was no record of your work and now you were both a fugitive of Starfleet and someone with a large bounty on your head.

All of this information came pouring out of you. After two years of keeping secrets, it felt so freeing to finally be able to tell someone everything that had happened. After you finished, you took a long sip of your tea which had begun to grow cold. You finally found it in yourself to look up and meet Leonard’s gaze. The deep concern for you was evident as was anger you were assuming was directed at both Section 31 and the ones who now wanted you dead.

“There has to be something that can be done. Starfleet has to recognize that you had been following orders, doing their wishes” He furrowed his brow, clearly trying to work out what he could do.

“There isn't. I knew what I signed up for when I agreed” You sighed. “I’m really sorry I got you involved in this at all. I truly had no intention, I didn’t even realize I was in this area until I was on the run and when I realized it was a split second decision and like I said, I hoped you had been off world.”

“I’m glad I wasn’t..” He admitted. “I spent the last two years trying to wrap my head around how I could have missed what was going on, how I didn’t notice that you had been fooling everyone until the last minute. You know, Jim took it real hard. He was pissed at the idea that you had pulled one over on him.”

“I knew he would be. It seems like Scotty did as well.” You pointed out. “I feel awful about what this did to you. I honestly almost didn’t take the job because of it, but I knew that these weapons needed to be accounted for and they needed to be stopped. I mean I signed up for Starfleet to help people so it felt too selfish to say no.”

“Exactly. You did this for Starfleet and for the good. It’s not fair that you are left with being a criminal.” He huffed. “Jim will fix this.”

“Len.” You started, “I’m sorry I got you into this but you can’t involve him, he’ll have to turn me in. I’ll be gone by the morning and you can put in a report that says I broke in and then was gone before you woke up.”

“No.” He responded. “You’re not going on the run. I’m not losing you again!”

You paused at his words. You honestly didn’t think you had it in you to leave him again anyway. There was a lump in your throat at the thought. And if you thought about it, Starfleet custody was a better alternative than being on the run with a very large bounty on your head, they’d at least try to protect you. “Okay”

He let out a sigh of relief at your response. “Okay. We can figure everything out tomorrow. Let’s just get to bed”

You nodded and Len guided you towards his room. You knew that there was a guest bedroom you could stay in, but he motioned for you to take your side of the bed. You weren’t sure where this put you two relationship wise, or if he was just making sure you wouldn’t slip out before the morning, but either way, you weren’t going to complain. You fell asleep faster than you had in the last two years, just knowing he was beside you.

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adamantiumspy · 2 years ago

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of bar brawls and bruises

part 1

pairing: bones x reader

summary: you, captain pike's daughter, are one of bones' best friends, so when he discovers his feelings for you may run deeper than friendship he has a hard time acting normal about it... and then your ex comes back into the picture

word count: 6272

warnings: swearing, drinking, bar fights

notes: I'm embarrassed by how long it took me to write this after part 1 but here it is! this is the same fic as part 1 but told entirely from bones' perspective (both fics can be read in any order)

“She’s been avoiding me.”

Jim looks up from his lunch to glance at Bones. “Who?”

“Pike.”

Jim shakes his head. “She hasn’t been avoiding you. Why would she be avoiding you?”

“I don’t know.” Bones runs a hand over his face. “But I’m losing sleep over it. I’ve been thinking about every recent interaction I’ve had with her to try and figure out what I’ve done and I’ve come up with nothing.”

“When was the last time you talked to her?” Jim asks, taking a bite from his sandwich.

“Two days ago,” Bones replies, picking at his fries.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t exactly call that avoiding you.”

“But the conversation lasted all of two minutes. I asked her how the plants in the greenhouses were doing and if she’d have time to hang out after she was done. She gave me the plant update but said nothing about hanging out and then scurried off.”

“Maybe some of the plants aren’t doing well. You know how she gets when they’re sick or dying,” Jim says, popping a fry in his mouth.

“She usually tells me that. And it’s not just that interaction. The last few movie nights she’s sat next to you when she usually sits next to me. When I run into her in the hallways she hesitates, like she didn’t expect or even want to see me. And...” Bones looks down at his plate. “And she doesn’t smile at me much anymore.”

“She doesn’t smile at you?” Jim asks incredulously.

“Yeah, she used to give me these big, beaming smiles. They made me feel like the sun was shining on me. And now I’m lucky if I get a small one.”

Jim stares at Bones. “Oh my god.”

“What?” Bones asks.

“You’re in love with her.”

“What?” Bones’ eyes widen. “What are you talking about? She’s our best friend.”

“Our best friend that you’re hopelessly in love with,” Jim says, pointing at him with a fry. “C’mon, Bones. You’ve kept track of how often she sits next to you. You noticed when her smile changed. You’re in love with her.”

Bones blinks. “But I’ve felt the same way about her for as long as we’ve known her.”

Jim raises a brow. “Then you’ve been in love with her for as long as we’ve known her.”

Bones thinks back over the years. “Oh... Oh... Oh no... That must be why she’s avoiding me.”

“What are you talking about?”

“She must’ve figured out I’m in love with her and she doesn’t know how to let me down gently.”

“How would she have figured it out? You didn’t even know.” Having run out of fries, Jim reaches across the table and starts stealing from Bones’ abandoned plate.

“I don’t know. Maybe I subconsciously made a move. It’s the only thing that makes any logical sense.”

“Remind me to get Spock to give you a lesson in logic.”

“Fuck off.” Bones leans back in his seat, arms crossed over his chest.

“Bones,” Jim starts, brushing the crumbs from his hands and giving his friend his full attention. “I think you’re reading too much into this. Pike is definitely not avoiding you on purpose, okay?”

“But–”

“If anything, she’s avoiding everyone. She’s holed up in the greenhouses all day because she insists on doing the work herself. But if you’re so worried, I’ll think of something to get her to come out with us.”

“Like what?”

Jim thinks for a moment, then snaps his fingers, eyes widening. “That new nightclub I pointed out to you the other day! We’ll get the whole gang to go, that way she can’t say no!”

“Jim–”

Jim jumps to his feet. “Nope, no arguing. I’m gonna go put the wheels in motion.”

Before Bones can stop him, Jim runs out of the diner, leaving him to pay for the food and make his way back to his quarters alone. When he gets back to his accommodations, he doesn’t turn on any lights. He throws his jacket onto the bed, grabs himself a drink, sits on the couch, and starts to think.

He starts to think about you.

Bones always knew his feelings for you were deep, but the moment Jim said the word ‘love’ he knew he was truly fucked. Before, thoughts of you usually involved mental notes to mention something that reminded him of you, or the sound of your laugh on loop in his head. Now that he knows his feelings are love, those thoughts have become... significantly less pure.

One look at his bed has him imagining you in it. He imagines your lips trailing kisses along his jaw, down his neck, across his chest. He imagines how your lips would feel wrapped around his–

No. No. You are one of his best friends. He cannot be thinking about you like that. You wouldn’t want him thinking about you like that. And then, as if to taunt him, his imagination conjures up the inverse scenario, him kissing up your thigh until he reaches that point right between your legs. Bones blinks. Dying would surely be preferable to the torture he is putting himself through.

Jim bursts through the door without knocking, sending the last thoughts of you flying out of Bones’ mind. Bones scrambles to grab a pillow to place over his lap.

“Jim, what–”

“My plan has been executed!” Jim exclaims, brushing past Bones and heading straight for his closet. He throws open the doors and starts sifting through the hangers. “I’ve spread the word to most of the crew, so the club will be packed. Plus I ran into Uhura and Sulu and, once I explained everything, they were more than happy to go and cajole Pike into joining.”

“When you say you explained everything...” Bones narrows his eyes at his best friend.

“Oh, not that. Your secret’s safe with me. I just mentioned how Pike’s been distant lately and they seemed to agree.” Jim throws a shirt and some pants at Bones. “Wear this.”

Bones doesn’t even argue. He’s learned there’s no point when it comes to Jim, especially when he’s on a mission. Bones gets up, the remaining evidence of his daydreams now gone, and changes out of his clothes and into the dark jeans and button up shirt.

He’s barely done rolling up the sleeves to his elbows before Jim is dragging Bones out of his quarters, down the hall to Jim’s room so he can quickly change, then back out again to head to the club.

The nightclub is just opening when they arrive. Besides them, there are about five other people—locals—three huddled in a booth and two more at the bar. Bones shoots Jim a look.

“We couldn’t’ve waited an hour? Waited for more of the crew?”

Jim claps Bones on the back. “Where’s the fun in that? Besides, you wanna be here before Pike gets here.”

“I think you just wanted to start drinking already.” Bones watches as Jim flags down the bartender.

Jim grins at him. “You know me too well.”

The bartender passes them two glasses of whiskey. The pair clink their glasses together before taking a sip of their first drinks of the night.

As time passes, the crew starts trickling in. Scotty shows up after half an hour, Keenser trailing behind him. Spock arrives ten minutes later and beelines directly towards them, taking up his usual spot at Jim’s side. Chekov and Sulu get there after an hour. Jim pulls Sulu aside to ask him something, but they talk too quietly for Bones to hear anything. Even if he could make out what they were saying, it wouldn’t make much difference. His gaze hardly lingers from the doors, anxiety rising with every passing minute. You’re not here yet. Why aren’t you here yet? He definitely did something to upset you.

Bones feels Jim’s hand on his shoulder.

“You know,” Jim starts, “staring at the door isn’t gonna make her appear any faster.”

Bones nearly chokes on his drink. “I’m not staring.”

Jim gives him a teasing smile. “No, of course you’re not.”

“I just...” Bones’ gaze flicks back to the doors. He can barely see it now, the club is so packed. “What if...”

“None of that,” Jim says. “She’ll be here.”

Another hour goes by before you and Uhura walk through the doors to the nightclub. Bones forgets how to breathe. A warmth fills his chest at the sight of you, so full of love and hope that he wonders how he ever thought it was just friendship. Your hair is down, framing your beautiful face, and your dress... your dress. He catches a glimpse of your bare thigh through the slit in your dress and a thousand dirty thoughts enter his mind before he can stop himself.

“There you two are!” Jim calls, waving the women over. “I was about to send out a search party!”

In the time it takes you and Uhura to fight through the crowd, Bones banishes the dirty thoughts from his mind. Regardless of how he feels, something is definitely going on with you. You need him as a friend right now, and he intends to show you that friendship is all he expects from you.

When you finally join the group, Bones gives you a smile.

“Woah, darlin’,” he says. “You look incredible.”

Bones freezes. Uhura says something to you, then you look at him and say something else, but he hears none of it. He just complimented your appearance. Sure, he’s called you darlin’ before, and he’s given you plenty of compliments on your clothes, but never has he complimented how you look in your clothes. That wasn’t very 'friendship only’ of him.

Jim saves him, swooping in and carrying you off to the dancefloor, most of the others following behind. Bones slumps against the bar, left with only his drink and Spock.

“Are you alright, Doctor?” Spock asks.

Bones opens and shuts his mouth a few times before downing the rest of his drink.

“I’m fine, Spock,” Bones says, placing the glass on the bartop. “Just a little out of it today, is all. I’ll be right back.”

Bones escapes to the men’s room. He’s grateful when he sees there’s no one else in there, marching straight to the sink and splashing some water on his face. He needs to get it together. He tells himself nothing’s really changed. You two are friends, you don’t know he’s in love with you, and the fastest way to fix whatever is causing you to be distant is to act normal.

Bones stares at himself in the bathroom mirror. He can do that, can’t he? Act normal around you? Maybe he’ll have more luck if he just pretends to act normal. Pretending is something he can definitely do, he reasons. Much easier than forcing himself to revert back to how he felt about you before.

He steels himself, wiping his face of excess water and love, and walks out of the restroom. Bones makes his way back to the bar, where Spock is still stationed. Spock says nothing as Bones rejoins him, and for once he’s grateful for the Vulcan’s quiet nature.

An hour later, you’re bounding over to the pair, gasping for air as you collapse onto the stool between them.

“Worn out already?” Bones teases, flagging down the bartender and motioning for a glass of water. Teasing is allowed, he tells himself. You two tease each other all the time.

“It’s been a while since I broke out my dancing shoes,” you reply. “But Jim doesn’t stop. Where does he get the stamina?”

“I do not know,” Spock says as the bartender slides the glass of water over.

Bones wordlessly passes you the water. You take it, beaming up at him like you used to. For the first time in weeks, he feels like the sun is shining on him. Pretending is definitely working.

“Thank you,” you say, taking a sip of water. “You’re always taking care of me.”

Bones blushes. He ducks his head, hoping you didn’t see. Before he can say anything else, Jim and Scotty bound over to the group.

“You abandoning us already, Pike?” Jim asks, ordering himself another drink.

“Just need a break, is all. Doctor’s orders,” you reply, shooting Bones a begging look.

If you keep looking at him like that, Bones is sure he would do anything you asked.

“That’s right, Jim,” Bones says, keeping his voice as even as possible. “Can’t have one of our best pass out on the dancefloor.”

“Then I guess you’ll have to take her place,” Jim says matter-of-factly.

“Jim, I don’t–” Bones starts, but it’s too late. Jim grabs him by the arm and drags him onto the dancefloor. Within seconds they’re both swallowed up by the crowd.

“How are you doing?” Jim asks once they’re alone... well, as alone as they can be on the dancefloor of a packed nightclub.

“I’m a mess, Jim,” Bones confesses.

“I can see that.”

“I think... I think you’re gonna have to talk to her.”

“Me?” Jim looks at him confused.

“Yeah, you. You’re a neutral party. You can find out why she’s been so distant.”

“Why not you?”

Bones runs a hand through his hair in frustration. “Because if I’m the reason, then she’s not gonna tell me, is she? Besides, I... I’m having a hard time treating her like just my friend. I don’t want to burden her with my problem.”

Jim eyes him for a moment. “Yeah, you’re doing a shit job of acting normal.”

“I know.”

Jim sighs. “Okay, fine. I’ll talk to her.”

The pair push their way off of the dancefloor and make their way back to the bar, only to find you missing. Scotty looks concerned and Spock is... well... Bones has never seen the Vulcan look so angry.

“What’s going on?” Jim asks. “Where’s Pike?”

Scotty starts to explain, bumbling through an interaction it was clear he didn’t quite understand. When he says the names ‘Matthew’ and ‘Anja’, Bones’ blood runs cold. He feels Jim stiffen beside him. The countless stories you’ve told them both over the years about your ex spring to mind, causing Bones’ hands to curl into fists. Spock points them in the direction you went and Bones takes off, Jim running after him.

“Hey, wait.” Jim grabs Bones’ arm, pulling him to a stop. “We’ve gotta have a game plan.”

“The game plan is to go over there and get her the fuck away from them,” Bones spits out.

“We don’t even know if they’re that Matthew and Anja.”

“Did you see Spock?”

Jim drops his shoulders. “Fair point.”

Bones starts moving again, but Jim pulls him back to him.

“Listen,” Jim starts. “Let me take the lead. How’re you at improv?”

“What? What has that got to do with anything?”

“Don’t worry about it. Just do as I do, okay?”

With that, Jim lets him go and they continue marching across the club, zeroing in on the booth you’re seated at with two strangers. Without waiting for an invitation, they each take a seat on either side of you. You blink at them in surprise.

“Matthew Williams and Anja Antos,” the man—Matthew—replies smugly. What a prick. The woman—Anja—rakes her eyes over Jim and Bones. Bones shifts slightly closer to you.

“Matthew and Anja,” Jim repeats, turning back to you. “That Matthew and Anja?”

You give a slight nod. Jim immediately scooches closer to you, throwing his arm across the back of your seat. Bones follows his lead, mimicking Jim’s actions and ignoring the butterflies he feels from being so close to you.

“We’ve heard lots about you, Matthew,” Bones spits out. “About you both.”

“And how do you two know Pike?” Anja asks.

“We’re her boyfriends,” Jim says.

Bones does his best to hide his surprise. He can feel his heartbeat in his throat.

“I mean, we’re also coworkers,” Jim continues casually. Bones considers killing him. “I’m the captain of the Enterprise, McCoy’s the CMO, and Pike’s one of my science officers. But I feel like the whole relationship thing supersedes all that.”

Time seems to slow. Bones tries to regulate his breathing. He needs to sell this lie, for your sake. And then he realizes he doesn’t have to lie. He can just let himself be in love with you out in the open. At least for as long as this charade lasts.

Maybe he doesn’t have to kill Jim.

You suddenly lean against his chest and, for the first time that evening, he relaxes against you, draping his arm around your shoulders. He watches you curl your hand in Jim’s, then looks up to see Matthew and Anja taking the scene in.

“You’re both her boyfriends?” Matthew asks incredulously.

“Yep,” Bones replies.

“So how’d you all end up together?” Anya asks challengingly.

“Oh, honey, why don’t you tell them?” Jim turns to you.

“Yeah, you tell the story best,” Bones adds.

Bones realizes it’ll be better for you to lay out the terms of this imaginary three-way relationship. Then he and Jim can adjust their actions accordingly.

“We all met at the Academy,” you start. “Jim and Leonard were cadets and I was an instructor’s assistant. We became fast friends.”

“And... what? You fell into a relationship?” Matthew asks.

“No, no, not all at once,” you continue. “It started with me and Jim. He was a charmer, swept me off my feet. Nobody knows how to make me laugh like Jim does. And it was just the two of us for a while, until one day I woke up and realized I’d fallen in love with Leonard.”

Bones forgets how to breathe again. He’s beaming at you before he can stop himself. You look up at him, returning his smile with a smaller one.

Bones decides he’s going to pretend every word out of your mouth is true. At least until this charade is over. He’s already growing far too fond of how happy they make him.

Your gaze snaps back to Matthew and Anya. “I told Jim immediately because I’m not a cheater. To my surprise he said he was willing to share, providing Leonard felt the same.”

“And you two are happy with sharing?” Matthew asks.

“We’re happy with any bit of love we can get from her. She’s an incredible woman.” Jim grins.

“If it were up to us,” Bones says, “we’d be married already.”

The moment the words leave his lips, he realizes how true they are. He’s only consciously known how he feels about you for less than a day, but he can’t imagine living a life without you. Bones’ gaze slips back to you, but you’re still looking at Matthew and Anja.

“Baby,” Anja says, addressing Matthew. “I need a new drink.”

“Of course,” Matthew replies, turning to the other half of the table. “If you’ll excuse us for a moment.”

As Matthew and Anja move towards the bar, Jim whispers, “I don’t think they fully bought it.”

“Of course they didn’t buy it,” you whisper back. “They were never gonna buy me having two partners. They still think no one would associate themselves with me of their own free will.”

“They’ll buy it if you kiss one of us.” Jim looks over at Bones.

Bones is definitely going to kill him.

You widen your eyes at Jim. “If I what?”

Bones’ mind races. He wants to kiss you. He wants to kiss you badly. But he also doesn't want to force it, so he decides to put you at ease and give you options.

You look between Jim and Bones. A part of Bones hopes you pick Jim. He doesn’t think his heart could take it if he knew the taste of your lips and knew he could never kiss you again.

Bones isn’t ready for it when you tilt your face up and press your lips against his. He freezes for half a second before his body takes over, gently cupping your face in his hand, parting his lips to deepen the kiss. This is better than he ever could have imagined.

He doesn’t want the kiss to end, but he’s running out of oxygen. You both take in air, breaths mingling in the space between you, but he doesn’t pull away and neither do you. He hopes beyond hope that he doesn’t look as lovestruck as he feels.

“Did they see?” you finally murmur.

“Yeah, they saw,” Jim confirms.

Bones eyes you carefully as you pull away from him.

“I, uh... I think I need some air,” you say.

Jim rises to let you out of the booth, retaking his seat once you’re standing. Before you slip away, you lean down and press a kiss against Jim’s cheek.

“What was that for?” he asks.

“I’ve allegedly got two boyfriends, don’t I?” you reply.

Jim chuckles as you slip away and out of the club. Once you’re gone, he turns to Bones, smiling smugly.

“How was the kiss?”

“Fuck off,” Bones says, but there’s no bite behind it. His gaze still lingers on the club doors.

“C’mon,” Jim nudges. “Let’s get back to the rest of the group.”

The pair abandon the booth, heading back to the bar. They find Spock and Sulu, each nursing their own drinks, eyes glued to the club doors.

“What’s going on?” Jim asks.

Chekov appears through the doors and makes his way over to them.

“She says she is going back to her room,” he announces.

Bones’ shoulders slump. He fights every instinct inside him telling him to go after you. If it were any other time, he would, but he suspects he’s part of the reason you don’t want to come back. Better to leave you be for the night.

Scotty and Uhura make their way over from the dancefloor.

“What’s going on?” Uhura asks.

“Pike went back to the accommodations,” Sulu informs her.

Uhura frowns. “What happened?”

Jim, Bones, and Spock all exchange looks. Then they explain about Matthew and Anja. At the end of the story, Sulu, Uhura, Scotty, and Chekov all look horrified.

“Where are they?” Uhura asks, voice dripping with venom.

“Uhura, don’t,” Jim warns.

“I’m off duty, Captain.”

As the rest of the group tries to talk Uhura down from murdering your ex, Bones tunes them out. He thinks about your kiss instead. He thinks about how soft your lips had felt against his, how you’d melted against him. Now that he’s gotten a taste of you, he wants more. He and Jim will definitely have to talk about this later.

Bones hears your name. It interrupts his train of thought, but it’s not spoken by any of his friends. He turns and sees Matthew and Anja a little ways down the bar.

“What did you just say?” Bones asks, raising his voice.

His friends all stop and look at him, gazes moving down the bar to see Matthew and Anja.

“I think you heard what I said,” Matthew says, turning his body towards Bones.

Bones moves down the bar towards them, the rest of the group trailing after him.

“I’d like you to repeat it.”

Matthew looks from Bones to his friends. “I said Pike only got into the Academy because of her dad.”

“Excuse me?” Jim spits out.

“C’mon, she was seventeen. People rarely get into the Academy when they’re minors.”

“I did,” Chekov says through gritted teeth.

“And I’m sure you got there on your own merits,” Matthew says condescendingly.

“You should leave,” Bones says, voice low.

“Please.” Anja laughs. “You can’t possibly be serious. You can’t all like Pike enough to be defending her like this.”

“Try us,” Sulu says.

“You don’t have to pretend with us.” Matthew smiles knowingly. “I’m sure the only reason she’s still even on the Enterprise is because she’s fucking the captain and the CMO.”

Spock looks more enraged than Bones has ever seen him. Scotty and Sulu both put themselves between him and Matthew so that the Vulcan can calm himself. Jim makes a motion towards Matthew, but Chekov grabs his arm and pulls him back. Uhura is shaking with rage. Bones’ hands are in fists.

“Fuck. Off,” Bones growls.

“Or what?” Matthew taunts.

Bones punches him. Matthew doesn’t have a moment to recover from the unexpected attack before Bones is swinging again, sending him sprawling against the bar, drinks spilling across the bartop and tumbling to the ground. Anja screams, but they all ignore her.

Bones pins Matthew to the bar, punching him again and again. Matthew scrambles for purchase, hand landing on a glass which he smashes across Bones’ face. Bones stumbles backwards. Matthew lunges at him, the pair falling to the ground. Bones wrestles with Matthew, each man throwing a punch or two when he can.

The crew, having frozen at the first punch Bones threw, springs into action. Jim pulls Matthew up and off of Bones, Chekov and Sulu getting their crewmate off the ground. Matthew lunges at Bones again, but Jim pushes him back towards Anja.

“He said fuck off,” Jim spits out.

Matthew looks from Jim to Bones to the rest of the crew. Bruises are starting to form across his face, surrounding cuts that pepper his features. His lips are starting to swell and his nose is definitely broken. Bones doesn’t feel like he looks much better, his face throbbing and his hand hurting like crazy.

“Hey!” the bartender shouted, getting everyone’s attention. “All of you, out!”

Anja pulls Matthew away, the pair scurrying out the doors before any more punches can be thrown. The seven members of the Enterprise crew file out more slowly, breathing in the cool night air.

“Jeez, Bones. You could’ve warned us at least,” Jim says. The others murmur agreements.

“I just did what all of you were thinking,” Bones replies.

“Damn right,” Uhura says.

Jim takes in Bones’ appearance. “Let’s go back to the hotel. I’ll comm M’Benga while we walk over.”

Bones shakes his head. “I’ll take care of myself.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Jim starts steering Bones towards their hotel. “Let me at least get Chapel to come and take a look at you.”

“Jim, I’m serious, I can take care of myself.” Bones extracts himself from Jim’s grasp. “Besides, I need to get supplies from the Enterprise anyways.”

Before anyone can say anything, he splits off from the group, heading in the direction of the spaceport. The adrenaline is starting to leave his system, the pain from his injuries becoming more and more apparent. He picks up his pace and before he knows it he’s on the Enterprise, heading towards the medbay. He passes the greenhouses on his way down and he thinks about you for a moment, but the pain is almost overwhelming at this point so the thought of you vanishes almost as quickly as it came.

Bones makes it to the medbay. He opens up the cabinets and is rifling through supplies when the doors to the room whoosh open. He turns in surprise, locking eyes with you. You’re standing in the doorway, taking the scene in, still in that distracting dress and holding gardening shears.

“Jesus Christ, Len!” you exclaim, rushing into the medbay, dropping the shears onto the closest surface.

“Easy, darlin’,” Bones says. “It’s not as bad as it looks.”

“Not as bad as it looks!” You raise a hand and grab a hold of his face by the chin, turning his head this way and that, analyzing the state it’s in. You then turn your attention to his bloody, bruised hand. He can almost see the cogs turning in your head as you take his injuries in.

“You wouldn’t’ve even seen me like this if I hadn’t run out of my damn first aid supplies earlier today. Keenser’s still oozing that highly acidic green goo and a coupla lieutenants got caught in the crossfire.” Bones huffs a laugh, hoping to lighten the mood. He cocks his head towards your shears. “What were you gonna do if it wasn’t me? Snip the intruder to death?”

“Ha ha, very funny.” You eye him for a moment. “Okay, go get on that bed over there.”

“What?”

“I’m playing doctor tonight. I’ll collect the supplies and meet you over there.”

“Darlin’, I can patch myself up just fine.”

“Just because you can, doesn’t mean you have to. Now go on. Get,” you say, waving him towards the bed.

Bones gives a slight smile before heading towards the bed. He sits on the edge, feet dangling over the side. While you collect supplies, he tells himself not to read too much into your actions. You’re helping because you’re one of his best friends. That’s it. He’s not gonna let his love for you get in the way of your kindness.

You walk over to the bed, metal tray in hand loaded with all the supplies you’ll need. You plop the tray down on the bed beside him.

“The other guy better look worse,” you say, falling into the usual banter you share as you grab the rubbing alcohol, dump a bit on a cotton square, and start to clean the wounds on his hand.

“Trust me, he does,” Bones says, grimacing as you move his hand. He doesn’t want to talk about Matthew right now.

You frown at his reaction, putting the cotton square down and grabbing the tricorder. “Oh yeah? Must’ve done something real bad if he made you do something like this. This isn’t really your style. Jim, on the other hand...” You finish scanning his hand, frown deepening. Before Bones can ask about the readings, you say, “You’ve got a hairline fracture at your wrist. You’ll need a brace for that, right?”

Bones nods. “We’ve got some over in that cabinet.”

You walk over to the cabinet Bones identified, grabbing the appropriate brace then walking back to Bones.

“I’m gonna add some salve to your hand before I put on the brace to help with the cuts. I’ll try my best not to hurt you,” you say.

Bones nods again. You apply the healing salve as quickly and carefully as possible. You’re being so gentle with him. Bones gives the occasional wince and you rub your thumb along the side of his hand in comfort. He imagines a scenario where your hand is in his because you want it to be. Where you rub your thumb along his hand because you love him, not because he did something very stupid, something he’s afraid you’re gonna be mad at him for when he tells you.

He watches you as you finish wrapping his hand and slip the brace on. Bones adjusts the straps on the brace to his satisfaction as you grab a fresh cotton square, add rubbing alcohol, and move to the cuts on his face. For easier access, you slot yourself between his legs. Bones’ stomach does a flip.

“What were you thinking, Len? You’re a surgeon. You kinda need your hands to do your job.” You start to clean the wounds on his face.

Bones fights a smile. You only call him Len when it’s just the two of you, and because you’ve been avoiding him he hasn’t heard you say it in weeks. And now you’ve said it twice.

“My hand will heal. Besides, if I hadn’t, Jim would’ve. Hell, Spock would’ve.” Bones winces as you pass the cotton square over the largest of the cuts.

“Spock? Our Spock?” you ask incredulously, dumping the squares on the tray and reaching for the healing salve. You apply small dabs of the salve on his facial wounds.

“Sulu and Scotty nearly had to hold him back,” Bones says.

“Jesus. Who was this guy and what did he do?”

Despite his fear, Bones refuses to lie to you. “It was Matthew.”

You freeze, focusing your gaze to meet Bones’.

“What did... what did he say?” you ask quietly.

Bones keeps his eyes on you. “He was talkin’ shit, insulting you. Started by sayin’ you only got into the Academy because of your dad. It only escalated from there. The middle part’s a bit fuzzy, but I remember he said something about how the only reason you’re still on the Enterprise is because you’re fucking the captain and the CMO. Which is just...” Bones clenches his jaw in anger. “Maybe sleeping with Jim would come with perks, but me? You outrank me. Sleeping with me wouldn’t...” Bones cuts himself off. He wants to tell you the truth but that doesn’t mean he has to reveal his feelings for you. “Anyway, I wasn't gonna let his comments slide, and neither was Jim. Our made-up three-way relationship aside, you are one of the only people in all of Starfleet that’s worth a damn. You run circles around both of those assholes. We tried to tell them to fuck off, but they wouldn’t listen. Chekov was holding Jim back, Sulu and Scotty were blocking Spock, and I guess Uhura thought I’d be rational enough not to get violent. She thought wrong. It was all over before it really started, lots of broken glass and spilled drinks, but I got a few good punches in.”

You lean up and press a kiss against Bones’ cheek, stunning him into silence.

“Wha... What was that for?” he finally asks.

“For defending my honor,” you say. “Thank you, Len.”

“Here I was thinkin’ you’d be upset,” Bones murmurs.

“Matthew’s an asshole. Anja too. They could get blown up on a starship for all I care.”

“Okay,” you say. “All done.”

“Got me all patched up, Doc?” Bones teases.

Bones nods. “Thank you, darlin’. You didn’t have to do all this, you know.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Len. I care about you. This is the least I would do for someone I care about.”

You care about him. Bones has always known you care about him, but the way you just said it makes him hope that you might... that if he just...

“I love when you call me Len.”

Bones watches your face intently, but your expression doesn’t change. Shit. He just made a fool of himself for nothing.

“I love when you call me darlin’.”

Bones blinks at the returned confession. He thinks he imagined it. You both stare at each other, unmoving. Bones breaks the silence before you do.

“I wanted to say sorry.”

You furrow your brow. Bones thinks he’s definitely making a mess of this, but he’s too far in now. He has to see it through.

“What for?” you ask.

“For everything back at the club. Jim and I should’ve told you what we had planned beforehand. And I’m especially sorry you had to kiss me.”

“I didn’t have to kiss you, Len. I chose to.”

“Still, you wouldn’t’ve if we hadn’t put you in an awkward position.”

“That’s not true,” you murmur.

Bones blinks at you, eyes flicking to your lips. Neither of you moves, simultaneously too afraid to stick to the status quo or break it.

You make the first move again, kissing him softly. He sighs against your lips and wraps his arms around your waist. You press yourself against him, parting your lips to deepen the kiss, your hands cupping his face.

When you part for air, Bones resolves to confess. If this is going to happen, he wants to be all in.

“I love you,” he murmurs against your lips.

You pull back. “You love me?”

Bones gives you a soft smile. “C’mon, darlin’, you must’ve known.”

You shake your head. “Uhura and Sulu tried to tell me, but I thought they were just teasing me.”

Bones furrows his brow. “Why would that tease you?”

“Because I love you.” You run your thumbs across his cheeks. “God, Len, I am so in love with you.”

Warmth blooms in Bones’ chest, all the love and hope he’d tried to squash coming back to wash over him. He pulls you into another kiss and you giggle against his lips.

“What?” Bones asks.

“Uhura and Sulu are going to be insufferable for a while,” you say.

Bones grins. “You think they’re going to be insufferable? Wait until Jim finds out.”

You both laugh. Then he kisses you again. And again. And again.

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