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jiminthestreets-bonesinthesheets · 7 years ago

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To Yorktown and Back

Title: To Yorktown and Back

Fandom: Star Trek

Relationship: Leonard Mccoy and his daughter Joanna Mccoy

Warnings: None

Characters: Leonard McCoy, Joanna McCoy, Spock, Jim Kirk, Chris Pike A/N: this is just a cute little thing that happened by accident. It was prompted by this post, so please BEFORE YOU READ THIS, check out that post to make sure you’re up to date! Some lovey people started this and then I just couldn’t stop my brain from producing this... hope y’all don’t mind! I have also added in what i added to the post before just so no ones completely lost. Let me know what y’all think, i love hearing your thoughts!! And if anyone wants to be tagged in any of my future fics, or current WIP’s just let me know XD

i also want to give a HUGE shout out to both @goingknowherewastaken and @fandom-susceptible for reading it over and giving me the courage to post!! you’re both awesome <3

enjoy!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Spock takes time after that call. Time to decide whether or not to tell doctor McCoy that his pen pal is in fact his daughter. A daughter who he rarely speaks of, A daughter to whom he was denied visits many years ago. It’s a topic that has been brought up once or twice before, a slip of the tongue on Jim’s part, and every time Spock can see the guilt in the doctor's eyes, the hurt he feels for the daughter he unwillingly lost. So Spock decides it would be best to seek the council of someone who knows the situation better than he.

***********

“Bones’ daughter!?” Jim shouted as he paced the room.

“That is correct, Jim,” Spock nodded from his place on the couch, eyes following his oval path, “I agreed to participate in this program to give potential applicants into the academy insight into the life of a member of starfleet, though I never suspected I would acquire a partner such as this.”

He stopped pacing then, and turned to Spock, “This is crazy, Spock! Bones hasn’t seen or heard from his daughter in years, and now you have contact with her! We... we should tell Bones!”

“That is why I am here, Jim,” Jim shot him a quizzical look, “I do not know if that is the best course of action.”

“What do you mean?”

Spock sighed and stood, moving towards Jim, “I am not sure that the doctor or his daughter would be comfortable with this. I once added the doctor's name into one of my letters, so surely she knows that I work on the same ship as her father, and has yet to mention anything about them being related, and doctor McCoy completely avoids the topic.”

Jim’s expression softened, now understanding Spock’s struggle. He neither wanted to upset his best friend or his daughter. He walked past Spock and took a seat on the couch that Spock had occupied before, Spock joining him. “So,” he turned to Spock, “what now then?”

***********

Joanna had just gotten home from school, one of the harder days. The whole way home she held back tears that wanted so badly to fall, walked straight past her mother in the kitchen who always failed to see when something was wrong, and straight to her room slamming the door shut behind her.

Once she was locked in her room, surrounded by the familiar walls of her only safe place, did she finally let the tears fall. She cried into her knees, thinking back on why they were falling in the first place. Kids could be so mean, especially teenagers.

When the sobs has subsided and turned into soft breaths, she stood from the floor and walked across the room to her computer. She booted it up instantly opening a video chat window. Commander Spock had sent her a message the other day asking if she would be available for a video chat today after school, and to be honest, speaking with Spock was the only thing that kept her going recently.

Once everything was set she turned her status to “online” and waited. As she did she looked at the space around her computer, the walls covered in articles and pictures, not a speck of the baby blue paint visible anymore, books stacked on both side of the screen, research papers, groundbreaking medical data, and all of it belonged to one person. Doctor Leonard McCoy of the U.S.S Enterprise. It was a good thing her mother never stepped foot in her room, she thought.

The ringing that indicated commander Spock was calling shook her from her thoughts as she moved to accept the call. Once she clicked accept she took a second to make sure the tears were wiped clear of her eyes and cheeks, then looked back to the screen.

“Hi, Joanna.”

The words did not come from the familiar voice of commander Spock, and the owner of the voice was met with wide eyes and one whispered word.

“Dad.”

***********

“What do I say?” Leonard sat in front of Spock’s computer, staring at the video calling screen. Jim watched as he fidgeted with his hands in his lap, the first time he had ever seen his friend as nervous as this, but he understood why.

He laid his hand encouragingly on his friends shoulder, giving it a squeeze, “Just say... hi.”

“What if she doesn’t want to talk to me, Jim? Let’s face it, all she’s gonna see is an absent father who made no effort to contact her.” He sighed.

“Bones, we both know that’s not true.”

Leonard furrowed his brow as he turned to Jim, “We know that but she doesn’t. Who knows what Jocelyn has told her about me! And I tried, I really tried Jim, but what can I do when my ex-wife made sure she did everything she could to keep me away from her?”

Jim could see he was discouraged, that he was slipping further and further away from actually going through with this, but this was his chance! He may have missed out on all those years with his daughter but who’s to say he couldn’t still have a future with her?

“Bones, Spock’s been talking to her for a while now, and he said she seems like a good girl. I don’t think she would run away without so much as letting you explain yourself.”

He turned back to the computer screen, “I hope you’re right, Jim.”

Spock then moved to stand on the opposite side of Leonard, reaching down towards the screen. The status beside Joanna’s name had changed from inactive to online and he looked to Leonard, “Are you ready, doctor?”

He let go one last sigh before straightening up and moving closer to the screen, “It’s now or never.”

Spock nodded and touched the call button, then stood back. Jim touched his arm and the two of them removed themselves from the room, allowing Leonard some privacy.

He didn’t even notice them leave, his only focus was on the screen before him, waiting for the call to be connected from the other side. He sat, still fidgeting, trying and failing to take deep calming breaths, and it felt like a life time before the call was finally answered and he saw her.

When the call first connected she wasn’t quite looking at the screen and it gave Leonard a second to take her in. She had his dark hair, his emerald eyes, yet Jocelyn’s lips and fair skin, and he found himself momentarily at a loss for words before Jim’s words came rushing back to him.

He took as calming of a breath as he could before he managed to muster up enough courage to finally, after so many years say, “Hi, Joanna.”

She looked to the screen, eyes growing wide when she finally saw him, “Dad.” She whispered.

Bones smiled, “I wasn’t sure you would know who I was.”

She looked just as flustered as he was, “Dad...”

“Look, Joanna, I know you must be confused, but hear me out-“

“Why did you leave, Dad?” Her words were filled with hurt, laced with the agony he also heard in her voice as it cracked out the sentence that nearly brought him to tears.

“Joanna...” he ran a hand down his face, he had known this question was inevitable but how was he supposed to answer this? “I didn’t have a choice. Your mother...”

And there it was, the blame game. He was sure that Jocelyn had already told Joanna it was his fault, he left, he abandoned them. But even if by some miracle she hadn’t, should he?

“Joanna, I-“

“Tell me the truth, Dad!” He looked at her, tears welled at the edges of her eyes, face red and it was all he could do to remain calm and not come undone as she struggled to continue, “I don’t want to hear some dumb excuse, I don’t want to hear that you had no choice, I don’t want to hear lies you made up to spare Mom cuz god knows she's made up enough of her own to last a lifetime. I just want someone to tell me the truth.”

“Alright then,” he nodded, more to himself then her. If that’s what she wanted then she deserved to know, “your mother and I… soon after you were born, we just couldn’t make it work. Being a doctor I had to work long hours, I would sometimes be gone for days, come home for a few hours to sleep and then get a call to head back to the hospital for surgery. And saving lives, it’s in my blood, Joanna, I could never ignore a call. Your mother was struggling with being a new mom, I was never there to help her take care of you, and she came to resent me over it. Eventually she said I was away so much I might as well have not been there at all. After that she wouldn’t let me see you, I tried to fight it but… with my hours at the hospital, then she filed for divorce. Then I signed up for the academy, and every attempt I made to contact you after that she stopped. But I don’t want any of this to change the way you look at your Ma, Joanna, just because-”

Before he could finish Joanna let out a gut wrenching wail, head in her hands. His breath caught in his throat, all he could think was after all these years, after finally getting the chance to make amends with his daughter, he had ruined it already.

“Jo…”

“You should have stayed,” she gasped, killing Leonard even more, “Mom, she's… she drinks so much, half the time she doesn’t know right from left. School isn’t easy and I’ve… I’ve got no one to talk to. I can’t talk to Mom, I just…”

He could no longer stop his tears from falling. His girl, his little girl, she was alone, he had left her alone.

“Jo, I'm so sorry.” He whispered.

“I just wish you were here,” she looked away from the screen and Leonard wished he could reach through and hold her like he should have been able to all those years.

He sighed, “Me too.”

“What if…” she turned back, perking up a bit, “what if I just came to you? I want to be with you, Dad.”

“Jo,” he shook his head, disappointed he couldn’t give her the answer she wanted, “Jo, I can’t do that, darlin. I'm in space, on a mission with the Enterprise. We won’t be docking for shore leave for another few weeks, and I can’t bring a teenager on board with me. Jo, you’ve got school.”

“Dad, I hate school.”

“Jo, you can’t stay with me, darlin.”

She didn’t say anything after that, just stared aimlessly through the screen. Leonard didn’t know what to say, he didn’t think anything could make this situation any better, but he could probably make it worse.

For a moment she seemed to shake out of her trance, leaning forwards towards the screen then muttering quickly, “I have to go.” And before Leonard could say anything to stop her from leaving their conversation on a bad note, she ended the call and disappeared, leaving Leonard to stare at his reflection in the dark screen, eyes still brimming with tears.

***********

Jim looked at his watch from where he leaned on the wall outside Spock’s room. “They’ve been talking for almost forty-five minutes.”

“Surely this is good news, Jim.” Spock responded from the other side of the door.

“Yeah,” Jim huffed, “I just wish I knew what was going on, that everything’s ok.”

Spock shifted to face him, “I am certain that when the doctor and his daughter have finished their conversation he will tell us everything we need to know.”

He opened his mouth to respond, surely a protest Spock thought, but was stopped short when the door opened and Leonard came rushing out.

“Bones! How’d it go…?” Jim didn’t even have to get an answer to his question for he could already tell just by looking at his friend that things did not go as planned.

***********

“Where’d he go?” Jim and Spock had been running through the halls of the Enterprise for nearly an hour now. Once Leonard had finished his call with his daughter and come out of the room at a near sprint, they had lost him.

Spock came to a halt as he reached Jim, “I have searched his room, the mess hall, the common area, the medbay, and still I have yet to locate him.”

Jim ran his hands through his hair, “Wait! There might be one more place.”

“Lead the way Jim,”

And it turns out Jim was right, though he should have known to look there first. On one of the lower floors of the ship Jim and Spock found Leonard in a common room. He was standing behind a small bar at the back of the room, completely alone, pouring himself shots of whiskey.

Jim sighed, motioning for Spock to follow him inside. They both took a seat at the bar across from bones who still had yet to look at them.

“Bones?” Jim started, “What happened? Did she not want to talk to you? Did Jocelyn tell her bad things about you?”

He shook his head, “None of those things, she wanted the truth, Jim.”

“And did you give her the truth, Doctor?”

“I did,” he nodded.

“And?” Jim couldn’t handle the run around, “What did she say, Bones?!”

Before he answered he took another shot, aggressively slamming the glass down on the counter, “She said she wants to live with me.”

Jim rose his arms is surprise, eyes wide, “But, that’s great news, Bones!”

“I can’t bring a kid on the ship, Jim, what if something happened?” he furrowed his brow as he took another shot, “And I can’t leave the fleet, I have so much going for me here, but then again I don’t want to disappoint her.”

“After all these years, why does she now want to live with you?” Spock asked.

“She said she hates school,” he turned his attention to the glass in his hand, swirling the liquid around inside, “she said Jocelyn drinks too much, she has no one to talk to. I feel horrible, I left her all alone.”

Jim sighed, “Bones, that wasn’t entirely your choice.”

“I know,” he waved him off, “but it doesn’t make it any better.”

“We’ll figure it out,” he shruged, “maybe we can find a way to make it easier for her somehow, maybe we can apply for more shore leave so you can spend more time with her.”

“You shouldn’t have to do that just for me, Jim.”

“But you know I would,” he reached across the bar and placed his hand on Leonard's, “we’ll figure it out Bones, don’t worry.”

***********

A few days later found Leonard standing outside of Spock’s room, staring at the door, not sure if he really wanted to do this or not. After what felt like a lifetime had passed, he tentatively knocked on the door, immediately after contemplating if he could run fast enough to make it around the corner before Spock opened it.

Before he could made a decision on that, the door opened and Spock stood before him, “Doctor, how can I be of assistance to you?”

“Hey, Spock,” he began, softer then he had wanted it to sound, “I was wondering if I could use your computer again… to talk to Joanna?”

“Of course you may, Doctor, any time,�� he shifted to the side and ushered him inside.

Leonard made way straight for the computer and sat down. Spock was right behind him and wasted no time in opening the chat window. He saw that Joanna was already online and called her, Spock then leaving the room.

The call was connected and to say Leonard was a little shocked to find Jocelyn’s face instead of Joanna’s was the understatement of the year.

He didn’t know what to say, he was afraid to move to be honest, but he didn’t have to worry about that because Jocelyn spoke first, “If you're looking for Joanna, she's not here.”

His initial fear of seeing her was instantly replaced with worry and anger, “Well where is she then?!”

“I don’t know,” she practically spat, “she took off the other night and hasn’t come back.”

“Have you called the police?!”

“Why would I do that,” she shrugged, “she's a big girl, she can take care of herself.”

He was floored, completely in awe that Jocelyn would ever have such little regard for their daughter’s safety, “Jocelyn, I don’t know what happened to you while I was gone, but you should know better then to put our daughter’s life in danger. She could be hurt!”

“Look,” Leonard took note of how she almost fell off of the chair, her eyes almost closing as she slurred out her words, “why do you even care anyways?”

“Because she is my daughter!”

“Not like you ever cared before,” she caught herself again, “you don’t even know her.”

“Well according to Joanna neither do you,” he couldn’t believe this, “Jocelyn, you need some serious help. You are clearly drunk and by the looks of it that’s not you're only problem, and you have been raising Joanna like this! Who knows how long this has been going on! And as for me, you're the one who told me to leave, you kicked me out, and every time I tried to make contact with Joanna you did whatever you could to put a stop to it. I always wanted to be a part of her life, you're the one who didn’t want me to. Joanna was right, I never should have left her with you.”

“You have some nerve!”

“I'm done with this conversation! You do what you want, but I'm going to find my daughter, and when I do you will never see her again!” He ended the call and jumped out of the chair, his entire body rushing with dread and worry over Joanna.

The door opened and Spock poked his head in, “Doctor McCoy? I heard shouting, is everything alright?”

Leonard ran over to the door, pulling it open and running down the hall, Spock following as he shouted, “We have to find Jim!”

***********

Inside Jim's room the doctor paced the floor endlessly, “I don’t know what to do here Jim! I can’t exactly go running back to Georgia, we still have a mission to carry out here, and I'm the chief medical officer! I can’t leave my patients. We’re also a full days warp from Earth, anything could happen to her in twenty four hours, Jim! And at this point she's already been missing for at least three days!”

“Bones,” he reached a hand to try and stop him from moving but it was no use, “our mission was a simple trade. We can return to Earth first and carry out the mission once we find Joanna, it’s fine.”

“It’s not fine,” he finally stopped, facing Jim, “we can’t do that.”

“We can and we will. I am the captain after all so what I say goes,” Bones flashed him a sad look, “Joanna is more important than a simple trade that can be carried out at any time. I’ll talk to Sulu and have him change our course.”

“Jim, I don’t even know if she's still in Georgia,” he sighed, rubbing his hand over his face, “From what it sounded like she took off the same night we spoke last week. She could be anywhere by now.”

“And we will not leave until we find her, Doctor,” Bones nodded his thanks at Spock then watched as Jim headed for the door.

Before he left the room Jim turned back to Bones, “I'm gunna call a few people on my way to the bridge, see if we can get a few eyes out looking before we land.” And then he was gone.

***********

“Sure thing, Jim. I’ll talk to a few people here, gather a search group and we’ll head out as soon as we can.” The dark haired man at the desk was leaned forwards, comm in one hand while using the other to write down everything Jim was telling him, “I’ll call you if we find anything, and you said her name was Joanna, right?”

“Yeah,” Jim's voice rang through the comm, “Joanna McCoy, dark hair, green eyes, just a teenager.”

“Got it. I’ll call you the second I have any information.”

“Thanks, Captain Pike.”

Christopher pike put the pen down beside the paper he had scribbled on and sat back in his chair, “Don’t thank me yet. Let’s find that girl first. Pike out.”

He closed the comm, grabbed the paper from his desk, and ran out the door. He ran all over campus, recruiting as many people as he could to help find the doctor's daughter. His last stop before meeting everyone who had agreed to help was the academy’s medbay. He stopped at the nurses station and spoke to the head nurse there. A tall, built, blonde boy with dark brown eyes.

“Absolutely I’ll help, sir. Doctor McCoy is a good friend of mine.”

“Excellent,” he turned to head out as he told the boy, “meet outside by the east wing dorms in 0200.”

“Yes sir!” then he was off.

He left the medbay and headed through the hall of offices belonging to the academy’s doctors. As he was walking he removed his comm from his pocket and called Jim who answered almost instantly.

“Kirk.”

“Jim, it’s Pike,” he continued at a brisk pace, “I’ve got a crew together and we’re heading out in 0200 hours to try and find her. I’ll keep you updated-” As Christopher was walking, something in one of the offices caught his eye and stopped him mid stride. In a dark office sat a young girl. Dark hair, her back was turned so he couldn’t see her face, and a small suitcase beside her on the floor. Christopher turned and walked slowly towards the office and said to Jim, “I’ll call you back, son” then hung up.

Before he entered the office he noticed that the name plate beside the door read “Doctor Leonard H. McCoy” then he turned and knocked softly on the open door.

The girl inside jumped and turned towards him, wide eyes greeting him, and he couldn’t help but notice that the girls look went from hopeful to disappointed as soon as she saw him.

“Waiting for someone?” he asked.

“My…my dad,” she answered, so softly that he almost didn’t hear it, “I thought he would be back by now…”

“You wouldn’t happen to be Joanna McCoy, would you?” he noticed her green eyes then as she looked up to him from her chair. She didn’t give him an answer, instead looked down to her shoes and he sighed, “You’ve got a lot of people very worried about you, Miss McCoy, including the entire bridge crew of the Enterprise.”

Without looking up she mumbled, “I'm sorry, sir.”

“Don’t be sorry,” he walked inside, sitting on the desk in front of her, folding his hands in his lap, “I’ve seen that look before. Someone just as lost as you needed a little guidance a few years back, and I helped him on his way. Nothing wrong with being a little lost, kiddo.”

“What happened to him, the person you helped?”

“Well,” he began, “once I got him all straightened out he became the captain of the Enterprise. His name is Jim Kirk, he's like a son to me, and he's also one of the people looking for you.”

She didn’t say anything after that and returned her gaze to the floor. Christopher put a hand on her shoulder and pulled his comm from his pocket flipping it open, “Alright, kiddo, lets call your dad, he's worried sick about you.”

***********

Quick fingers ran over the screen before them on the bridge, pulling up maps of Georgia, as well as highlighting inns and motels along the routes they had mapped out. “Alright,” Sulu began, fingers still scrolling across the map, “If we assume she's heading for the academy to find you, Doctor McCoy, then these are all the routes that have the most inns and fast food restaurants along the way, as well as the most access to public transit.”

“She could have also gone down this way and taken a shuttle from here.”

While Leonard, Spock, and Sulu worked on the maps Jim's comm went off in his pocket. He flipped it open and backed away from the three of them answering, “Kirk.” He listened intently to the words being said to him, then turned to Leonard with a hand in the air shouting, “Bones! We got her!”

All three men turned with sighs of relief, and Leonard ran a hand across his face as he whispered to himself, “Thank god.”

***********

A few hours later found Christopher and Joanna still sitting in Leonard’s office, only now surrounded by empty pizza boxes as they finished the last two slices. As they sat in comfortable silence, pounding footsteps came down the hall, eventually turning into the office

“Joanna!” Leonard was the first one inside, quickly flanked by Jim and Spock, stopping dead as he saw her sitting there, a rush of emotions flowing through him.

She stood upon hearing his voice and he two of them just stared at each other. Leonard didn’t know if he should be angry at her, yell at her, or cry.

After her own internal war with her emotions she found herself lunging towards her dad and clutching onto him for dear life. He tried to be mad at her and tell her, “Joanna, you can’t do things like this, I was so worried about you,” but in the end he just ended up holding her crying, shaking frame against his chest, smoothing her hair and whispering over and over again, “It’s ok, Joanna, its ok.”

But Joanna didn’t care if he was angry with her, she didn’t care one bit, because in the last ten years, maybe even longer, this was the most affection and love she had received. It felt so good to finally have someone to hold her, someone to actually care about her. And as her dad was tightly pressing her to his chest, placing feather light kisses to the top of her head, she let go a sigh of relief that she had been holding in for a long time.

***********

“I know, dad,” no matter how much Leonard wanted to, they both knew she couldn’t come into space with him. It was dangerous and unpredictable and Leonard would be damned if he was going to put her at any risk. “But I can’t go back to Georgia, dad, I just can’t! I hate school, I hate the kids that go there and they don’t really like me either, and mom… she just doesn’t care and she hasn’t for a long time. I don’t want to be alone anymore, dad.”

Leonard groaned, he knew himself he couldn’t send her back to that. If he did she would either refuse to go or just run away again. “I know, Joanna, but I don’t know what to do here. I can’t leave the Enterprise, darlin, I’ve got patients and work to do, life saving research. I have a commitment to the ship, but I also have a commitment to you as my daughter. I know we’ll figure something out, I just don’t know what to do right now.”

“Dad, I know you can’t leave the ship,” she said with a hand on his arm, “I know at first when we spoke I said I wanted to live with you, but I realize now that that’s unreasonable considering your job. I know it’s an important job and I don’t want you to leave it, I don’t want you to stop saving lives, and I want you to stay on the Enterprise.”

“It’s true, I can’t lose your dad, Joanna,” Jim chimed in from the chair behind the desk, “he's my best doctor, I need him.”

“I know,” she nodded in Jim's direction, “I’ve read all of his books, articles, and published research papers from his time on the ship. I know how important he is not only to the crew but also to life forms in general. His work is life saving.”

“You… you read all my books?” he was sincerely surprised.

She nods, “Of course I did.”

“Ok then,” he was impressed, “but I still don’t know what you want me to do, Joanna, I can’t leave you here alone, I can’t take you on the ship. What are our options here? We have to figure something out because I'm not sending you back to a place you don’t want to be in.”

“If I may,” Christopher stood from his place against the wall, raising a hand.

“Of course, Captain.” Bones replied.

“I may have a solution,” they all waited, silently urging him on, “I’ve had some experience with wayward kids in the past,” he eyed a smirking Jim Kirk to his left before continuing, “and it just so happens that I’ve got a spare room in my apartment right here at the academy, currently unoccupied and waiting for someone to take it. So, if you’re alright with it, Doctor McCoy, Joanna is more then welcome to stay with me. It would mean a fresh start, new school, new people. You’d be closer to the academy for when your dad’s ship docks for shore leave, and while we were eating Joanna was telling me that Starfleet is her career goal. So while she stays with me I can put her to work as my assistant and possibly look into getting her into some early youth programs at the academy after school. Get a head start.”

Everyone nodded as Christopher finished and Bones looked to his daughter, “Well, Joanna, what do you think? I personally think it sounds like a very generous offer from Captain Pike, as well as a great opportunity for you if you're serious about Starfleet, darlin.”

“And I can vouch for Captain Pike,” Jim sat forwards in his chair, “he really helped me out when I was a lost kid, and look at me now. Captain of Starfleet's flagship, my own crew, a great career, and all thanks to this man.”

“It is a very logical option, Miss Joanna,” Spock spoke for the first time.

“Joanna,” Bones began, “it’s your choice, darlin.”

“I can actually move in here?!” she jumped, “at the academy?!”

“If you want to, you can move in with me right away.”

“Wait,” Jim stopped their excitement, “what about her mom? What if she tries to bring Joanna back to Georgia, doesn’t she still have that right?”

“Not exactly,” Christopher rubbed his chin, “because Joanna is sixteen now, in the eyes of the court she is fully capable of deciding which parent takes guardianship over her, and clearly that’s you doctor McCoy. If you want, I can get everything set up with a judge giving you full custody. Then all you have to do is sign some paperwork willing me to be a guardian for Joanna while you're off planet and we can have this settled before the week is over. Once we’ve got everything all sorted out and Joanna settled then you can get back to your mission.”

“Well, dad?” she looked to him with hopeful eyes.

“If it will make you happy and keep you in one place and in school, then it’s more than fine with me.”

She jumped for joy around the room, and Christopher moved closer to Leonard, “I’ll make some calls in the morning and get the process started.”

Leonard reached out a hand to Christopher, who took it, “Thank-you, sir.”

“It’s no problem.”

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And a little bonus scene for you lovely humans:

It had been two months already since the court had sided with Leonard and given him full custody of Joanna. It was really a home run right from the start when Jocelyn had shown up three hours late drunk off her ass.

Shortly after that, Leonard had signed papers appointing Captain Pike to be her guardian while he was off planet with the fleet, and a few days later they were packing Joanna’s things into a small moving van and setting her up in her new room with Christopher.

Since then Leonard had received a call from her almost everyday. Most of the time she just wanted to tell him how her day was, what she was doing with the captain that weekend, and sometimes she said she just wanted to hear his voice. Leonard was just happy that she finally seemed happy.

While thoughts of his daughter filled his mind as he crossed the medbay, clipboard in hand, nurse chapel stepped in front of him, “Doctor McCoy, there’s a call for you in your office.”

He didn’t have to ask, he already knew who it was, “Thank-you.”

He placed the clipboard on the nurses desk on his way to his office, then flopped himself in the chair behind his desk with a smile, “Hey, darlin!”

“Hi, daddy,” bones had to admit he was loving being called daddy, “how’s your day?”

“Usual day in the fleet, darlin,” he smiled, “how was school?”

“Usual day in the classroom, daddy,” he had to chuckle at her, “we worked on understanding how transporter pads work and then tomorrow, as long as I pass the quiz, I get to operate one. I’ve made some friends, Dessi and Connor, and Captain Pike said I could have them over for dinner this weekend, then he's going to take us to a movie!”

“That’s great news, pumpkin!” his heart swelled at the change he had seen in his daughter since the first time they spoke, “You tell Captain Pike that I say thank-you, and I hope you do to.”

“Of course, daddy,” before she continued she jumped in her seat with an “oh” before leaning down and grabbing something from the floor, “I also wanted to tell you that Captain Pike got me a kitten!”

She sat up and placed a small black kitten, with a small patch of white off the side of his nose, up to the screen, “What did you name him?”

She smirked, “Hobgoblin.”

Bones rolled his head back and let out a hearty laugh, full and deep, “That’s my girl!”

A knock came at his door, nurse Chapel poked her head in, “Doctor, we have someone for you to see in room nine, sorry to interrupt.”

“It’s not a problem, I’ll be there in a moment,” she nodded and left and Leonard turned back to the screen, “I’ve got to go back to work, darlin.”

“Alright,” she placed the kitten back on the floor, “when do you dock next?”

“Three weeks, honey. Then it’s you, me, and whatever you want to do.”

Her face lit up, “Can we all go camping, daddy? You, me, Captain Pike, Uncle Jim, and Uncle Spock?”

He nodded, “If that’s what you want.”

“It is!”

“Then that’s what we’ll do,” he began gathering papers from his desk as he finished their conversation, “Alright, Joanna, I’ve got to go, but I want you to keep being a good girl for the captain. Keep doing your school work, and keep working hard in the captain's office, and take care of that little Hobgoblin you hear. Oh, and have fun with your friends this weekend. Call me when you get back and tell me all about it!”

“I will,” she smiled as she watched him stand, “daddy!”

He leaned back into view of the camera, “Yes, darlin?”

“Daddy, I love you.”

Leonard smiled, full and sincere and warm, “I love you too, darlin, to Yorktown and back.”

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A/N: i hope everyone enjoyed, let me know what y’all think XD

#star trek #leonard mccoy #joanna mccoy #jim kirk #spock #bones #christopher pike #captain pike #fanfiction #fanfic #prompt

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spootiliousrps · 7 years ago

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Little Shop of Stanner

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!

You both like tony/bruce, and science bros.

Stranger: [I'm aware this prompt is silly, but I'm doing it anyway, don't bother bitching at me about it. In which Tony has decided to dabble in bioengineering a la Little Shop of Horrors (since he may have watched it for the first time drunk one night and thought Audrey 2 was a great idea), and his plant has gone completely out of control. JARVIS is sending a mass text with an incorrectly called Code Green - incorrect because, last your character checked, the Hulk was relatively calm. J can text anyone you want. Tony's going to get hurt.] Warning: Code Green, level six laboratory. J Please remain calm and evacuate the surrounding levels immediately. J

You: ((reading))

Stranger: [[Hey, thanks. (: ]]

You: [[Np! Idk why anyone would bitch unless their just assholes. I think it's super cute :3]]

Stranger: [[Haha, thanks. :3 I've literally been told "It's not a silly prompt, it's just trash" and I'm like ????]]

You: [[Do you have a preference on paragraph lengths once we're out of text?]]

Stranger: [[I'd prefer more than one-liners, just so I have something to respond to, but I'm pretty flexible past that.]]

You: [[Well, I doubt they offered up any prompt now did they? So, they can suck my big toe XP]]

You: [[NP, babe I got you! Replying now!]]

Stranger: [[Fucking shit, right? XD I'm just like "LOOK I KNOW IT'S DUMB BUT I NEED THIS IN MY LIFE BECAUSE I FINALLY SAW LITTLE SHOP AND THOUGHT THAT THIS WOULD BE HILARIOUS." And hay, thanks!]]

You: Bruce was surprised by the text, glancing down at himself just to be sure he hadn't lost his mind and gone green some how. Nope, still the same nerdy pale he usually was. Which... was actually a bit more concerning than if he wasn't. What could Code Green mean if it wasn't the big guy? He typed away on his phone quickly, already moving for the door. What's going on, J? What's Code Green? B

You: [[I know right?! I had a Dragon Age AU that I just HAD to have and got the same reaction. -.- ppl are just pricks.]]

Stranger: There's a crash from downstairs, and a shout followed by what could only be described as a roar - and Tony dodged behind a car as a long vine reached out to try and grab him, tearing into the hood of the Beemer he hid behind. "Goddamnit--You piece of shit! Calm down!" Why had he thought this was a good idea? He couldn't even teach the thing to talk. I am uncertain as to how privy to Tony's recent bioengineering attempts you are, Doctor Banner. J But Code Green was the only protocol I had that I could offer out to keep others away from floor six. J He has not written a protocol for a large plant. J

You: Bruce gave a snort of laughter. Large plant? How dangerous could that be? It was the wrong question to ask. Tony was always so self destructive the thing could have released some sort of poisonous gas or its possible it was eroding the foundations of the building with accelerated growth; the possibilities were endless. The thought had Bruce's amusement fading instantly. Where is Tony now? B

Stranger: In the lab with it, sir. J Tony jumped back as two large vines from the plant snagged the car that he was behind, flinging the car into the wall nearby before it was starting to slink forward, snarling and snapping the opening of its pitcher portion open, revealing large teeth. "Oh, fuck," he breathed, eyes widening. It was learning movement before it could talk. /Great./ "J, give me the suit, give me the suit /now/--" Before it could unite with him, though, he was grabbed by another vine by the leg and slammed to the ground, a smaller flower with sharp teeth budding on the vine and biting into his leg as he howled with pain.

You: "You could have led with that." Bruce grumbled under his breath, shoving the phone in his pocket and breaking into a run, heading for the lab. Surely, JARVIS would have asked for assistance if Tony needed it... Then again, Tony probably programmed him to make sure everyone else was safe first. The stupid Playboy was self sacrificing like that even if Bruce was the only one to think so. Regardless, he wasn't going to allow his friend to deal with whatever it was alone. How bad could one plant be? A bit of trimming and they'd be done, right? He took the stairs two by two, bolting through the door labeled 'level 6' and heading for the lab.

Stranger: JARVIS warned that Bruce was coming - and Tony shouted "No! Goddamnit, fucking--lock him out!" before the plant lunged forward, wrapping a vine tightly around his torso and squeezing as another flower budded, snapping into his side and blood blossoming into his clothes. "Ow! Shit--" He groaned in pain, twisting and fighting against the vines as the giant pitcher plant started to pull him in, teeth gnashing and pitcher opening wide.

You: Bruce slammed into the metal and plexiglass door as he came to a stop and took in the sight before him. Tony wrapped up in moving vines that were obviously constricting around him squeezing him. The living plant seeming to take small bites out of him. It was straight out of those Hentai videos Barton put on his computer as a joke, only with more clothes. It had taken Bruce weeks to get the virus off his laptop. Regardless, it was obviously not going well. He gave a small curse as he punched in the code to open the door and he was informed that an override would be needed. He spat out another four letter noun before punching in his override code and gave a frustrated growl as he was locked out once more, anger growing. "I swear to god, JARVIS if you don't let me in right now I'll wipe this whole system and you with it!" He threated, already working on getting the panel off to do just that. He focused on his breathing, doing his best to calm himself, knowing that the green had already invaded his unusually brown eyes.

Stranger: Gasping for air, Tony writhed as he was pulled into the air, the plant letting out an inhuman growl - and as he was brought into the pitcher he was able to kick out, collapsing part of it and causing the plant to throw him sharply to the ground. He bounced, blood splattering where he hit, and he gasped for breath he just couldn't catch as the plant skittered forward, vines wrapping around his legs and pulling, making him howl in pain, before he was thrown into the air and against the wall nearby. All JARVIS did, as opposed to arguing with him, was quietly unlock the door and slide it open - and when the plant heard the movement, it froze with Tony dangling in the air again, snarling and almost seeming to watch the door.

You: Bruce gave a sigh of relief as the door slid open and he straightened, moving cautiously forward. Taking stock of what he knew about the thing. It was carnivorous; most carnivorous plants preferred thin soil, with almost no nutrients, specifically nitrogen. They tend to like sunlight and a lot of water. Something tickled the back of his mind... something about ammonium and pH levels. "Tony. Are you alright?!" Bruce called, gaze on the plant as his mind continued it's calculations. Typical plants would die when given too much water... but he knew that wasn't the case with most carnivorous species... So what? What could he do? Too much nitrogen wouldn't do it... The ammonium popped into his head once more but he still couldn't place why it was important and he cursed his scattered mind. He was too concerned for his friend to really focus.

You: [[Gotta love Wikipedia]]

Stranger: [[Right?? I love carnivorous plants anyway. I had a venus flytrap for a long time that I named Ferdinand. He died after being shocked when he was repotted, lmao]]

You: [[OMG thats so cute! Also RIP Ferdinand.]]

Stranger: Tony, panting for air, shook his head quickly and closed his eyes tightly. "No," he croaked, blood dripping towards the ground. "Bruce, you've gotta get out of here. Why the fuck did I think making an Audrey 2 was a good idea?" he managed, hissing in pain as the teeth ground into his thigh where the plant had bitten him, blood staining the flower's teeth and petals. "It's gonna eat you, dude. It's been trying to eat me for almost an hour, now." [[RIP Ferdinand T-T I want a pitcher plant next, though. I'm told they're easier to take care of, so.]

You: [[I was given an Aloe plant last year... I killed it within the first two months ^^;... I was given another one as a grad gift a like six months ago... I've replotted it since then and it's still alive and well... It truly is a miracle... I am not good with plants.]]

Stranger: [[I'm not either, so I feel you. xD That's awesome though! I love aloe plants, too.]]

You: "You should have asked for help." Bruce snapped before bolting for the chemical cabinet and yanking the door open, praying he got to the ammonia before the plant got a hold of him... or Tony for that matter. "Just hold on! Keep it distracted!" He called, shoving the large bottles aside hastily, back to them both. [[I do too... They're also suppose to be difficult to kill... but... idk about that.]]

Stranger: Tony wriggled again and gasped as he saw a vine go straight for Bruce - and he yelped, a third flower biting into him again as he tried to warn Bruce that the plant was going to grab him. Before he could say anything, though, the vine wrapped around Bruce's torso to lift him into the air and pull him away from the chemical cabinet, the vines on Tony pulling him back in towards the pitcher once more.

You: Bruce grunted as he was yanked away from the cabinet, hand still clutching the bottle he had managed to find. One of those same flowers dug into his arm and he grunted an pale green infecting his skin briefly at the sudden danger. He managed to fight it down as he kicked at the vines desperately. He had never been that athletic and the struggling was quickly wearing him out. The adrenaline that pulsed through him made it difficult to think however but he finally dug the pen from his shirt pocket and stabbed the thing repeatedly, trying to force it to let go.

Stranger: The vine recoiled momentarily before it tightened around Bruce, pitcher opening again and more of the flowers attacking him on the same vine - but Bruce wasn't the one, yet, that was being pulled in. The plant threw Bruce against the wall, slamming him into it and pulling him back into the air again to try and get him to stop stabbing the vine. Tony, meanwhile, was gasping sharply for air as the vine tightened, his legs being forced into the pitcher as he hissed weakly in pain, trying to kick at the inside of the pitcher where all of the teeth were. He was quickly losing air, however, and he slumped forward, quickly fading into unconsciousness as the teeth started to close around his body.

You: The hit against the wall would have broken a few bones if Bruce had been anyone else but the green guy wouldn't allow him to get hurt. His vision faded for a moment at impact, the pain coursing through him. Somehow he managed to keep his hold on himself as he forced his eyes open, pain pulsing through his head. The image of Tony, slumped unconscious as he was being dragged closer was finally what broke him. His body went slack, Bruce surrendering to the anger and pain that was a constant in his life. A moment later and he was crying out, his body feeling as if it was breaking and rearranging it's self as he was pushed aside to watch with the eerie since of presence of body with lack of control. He grew larger and larger, head hitting the ceiling as an inhuman scream echoed in the room and he watched as the Hulk burst forward, ripping away the vines that had held him without a single thought.

Stranger: The plant recoiled when the vines were ripped away, breaking from the main pitcher and writhing for a moment as they hit the ground before they grew still. It snarled, then, teeth gnashing and grinding into Tony's body, and that seemed to wake him up again before he was grunting in pain, pushing at the teeth and trying to get the pitcher back open again. Coughing heavily, he could feel the digestive juices of the plant making the bites he'd already recieved burn as he grit his teeth, trying to pull himself out of the pitcher once more.

You: It only took a moment for the Hulk to reach him. His large hand gripping the plant and practically ripping it in half, spilling the juices to the floor. He tossed the chunks of plant aside as he reached down to pick up Tony. His fingers curled around the small man's body as he pulled him up, his free hand yanking away the vines that had curled around him before tossing Tony aside as well, as if unconcerned by him. His attention was wholly on the creature before him as he began to rip and tear and pound and pulverize the entire floor shaking as he turned the beast into a green gooey pulp.

Stranger: The plant tried valiantly to fight back, screeching and trying to attack the Hulk even as it was being ripped apart - and Tony hit the ground hard, gasping weakly for air as he curled in on himself, feeling his ribs ache with every gasp. He bled and his body hurt, but he was still alive - and he had to push himself back, away from the pulp that leaked over the ground as he closed his eyes tightly.

You: Bruce sat at the back of the Hulk's mind, allowing him to have his fun. Besides, the beast was difficult to control when he was so focused on destroying something... Not that Bruce had much control anyways but he had managed to sway the monster here and there over the years. It wasn't until the plant was unidentifiable that Bruce pushed at the beast's mind. Tony. Tony. Tony. Tony. He chanted, banging on the sturdy walls that was the green consciousness. The Hulk gave a huff of frustration but finally turned to glance at the 'puny iron suit man'. The image of Tony curled in on himself bleeding and cough panicked Bruce. His alarm apparently started the Hulk as he jumped toward him. The giant peered down at the Playboy curiously. Bruce felt the Beast's mind consider squashing him, making Bruce scream at him angrily.

Stranger: When he heard the Hulk over him, he grunted and opened his eyes slowly, looking up at the Hulk before he offered a faint, wavering smile. Everything hurt and he could feel bruises blossoming where he hit the wall - but at least he was alive, and the smile communicated that. "Thanks, big guy," he managed, hoarse as he finally sat up slowly, fingers shaking and body bloody as he looked up at him. "I don't think I was gonna get rid of that otherwise.."

You: 'You think?!' Bruce yelled in annoyance making Hulk grunted as it sank down into a seated position, slamming his fist into the floor. 'What the hell were you thinking?!' Bruce demanded, knowing Tony couldn't hear him as he pounded on the confines of his prison. "You stupid, ignorant-" He continued, causing the Hulk to slam his fists down with each insult.

Stranger: [[Fuck, I'm so sorry, I gotta go to work! Thanks for this. :) If you see me with this prompt again - because I guarantee i'm the only person with it - flag me down and we can continue!]]

Stranger has disconnected.

#stanner #science bros #science boyfriends #omegle #rp #avengers #bruce banner #tony stark #little shop of horrors

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megan-cutler · 7 years ago

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1. Day writer or night writer? I used to do the bulk of my writing at night. In my youth, I would stay up until 2 am just pounding away at the keyboard. But then I grew up and realized that a regular sleep schedule was pretty much a requirement of being a functional adult. And since my husband keeps normal work hours, I would have to figure out a way to do the same. So now I'm day writer. I've pretty much trained this into myself, but I can just about write at the drop of a hat now. Free time; fill it with writing. Though it also helps that writing is my full-time job so I fill most of my day with it.

2. Coffee, tea, or other? All of the above? ^^;;

I love coffee but I don't love the headaches I get from consuming too much caffeine. So I limit myself to one cup of coffee a day. I love tea EVEN MORE than that so I usually have one cup every afternoon and sometimes another cup in the evening (though I try to make the evening cup decaf). I have also been known to drink hot chocolate because, you know, chocolate ;) (I DON'T DRINK COLD COFFEE EVER OMG)

3. What’s the most you ever wrote in a day? Has to be 7,000 words o.o I don't know how I did it. I lifted my head in a haze at the end of it and asked what had happened, what day it was and how I ever survived. And then I did it again the next day?!?! (But on the third day, the streak was broken. I'll probably never be able to do it again but it was one wild ride!)

4. What is your least favorite book? I'm going to have to say Invisible Man (not THE Invisible Man, that's about something entirely different). I understand that this is a really important book, and I understand why. But we had to read it in high school and it was the first book I really struggled to get through. It's so heavy with symbolism. Maybe if I read it now I could manage it. But at age 16 it was too much for me. (Also, this is not to say that it is the worst book I ever read. I have read a loooooot of books way worse than this. But the question was 'least favorite' so I figured I should talk about a book that was at least somewhat worth mentioning even if I ended up not liking it.)

5. Which writing program do you prefer? Or if you don’t computer, your preferred medium of writing in general? (Journal, Typewriter, Backs of Envelopes, etc.) I do the majority of my writing in Word these days. It's a pain in the butt but it's also kind of just the easiest to whip into shape. I used to use Open Office, which is okay too, but it has some weird quirks that make it harder to format books once they're finished. I also use One Note for all of my notes rather than Word. But for the most part, I don't do anything fancy.

6. What’s your zodiac star sign? Gemini

7. Pineapple on Pizza: good or bad? DELICIOUS AND IF YOU COME AT ME I WILL CUT YOU

8. Emojis: cute or tacky? Cute. I would pretty much have entire conversations in emojis if I thought people would understand me XD

9. What is the one thing about your WIP you think will be the strongest selling point of your book? I would like to believe that my characters make my work compelling. My work generally starts with characters and the plot generally revolves around them and their decisions. But I think the thing that really makes my work stick out is that I use it to ask tough questions of both my characters and my readers. Morality isn't always black and white. Most of the world exists in shades of grey. I like to force my characters to confront those aspects of reality, to deal with the fact that trying to be a good person or do a good thing often results in negative consequences somewhere along the line. I like to make people take a good, hard look at the life they live while they're reading my stories. Good stories make you think, that's what I've always said.

10. Do you have any signed books? If not, which book in your possession would you most like to be signed? We have two books signed by Christopher Hadfield. His books, in fact. I also have a handful of books signed by various fantastic Indie Authors which are some of the most treasured books in my collection. I was tagged to answer these questions by @merigreenleaf, and I’m super sorry it took so long for me to get to them ^^;; You’re supposed to make new questions and tag people, but I’m just going to tag anyone who wants to answer these questions to go ahead and do it - and make sure you tag me so I can read all of your fabulous answers :3

#writing #writer #memes

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tumblunni · 8 years ago

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I FINALLY FINISHED ONESHOT AND IM FUCKIN CRYING FOREVER AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

The true ending route is so fuckin raw emotional!!

Honestly it benefits A LOT from there only being one stupid ass ‘meta’ puzzle, right at the very end. I feel bad being so critical on these, cos the developers clearly spent a LOT of time figuring out how to do all this wild stuff messing with your desktop and whatever. But it very rarely even makes much sense story-wise, or is actually interesting beyond just the ‘wow how did you program that’ factor. It just gets really annoying and time consuming towards the end, and works REALLY badly with a game that’s intended to be replayed multiple times! I’m surprised just HOW MUCH better this final route feels, when its just a 100% uninterrupted string of actual story and regular exploration. And considering how much length all the puzzles added to the regular story, if this route managed to remain just as long then it means it must have had WAY more plot! But it all went by so fast to me, I’m really sad its over! IT WAS SO GOOD!!!

okay just OH FUCKING GOD i love the actual meta stuff that went right in it its a rerun of the game where everything goes horribly off script in the most traumatic ways, all your friends sacrificing themselves to help you move forward towards this true ending! I fuckin broke down at poor mr lamplighter getting trapped in the goddamn elevator to die a slow death! everyone else got deleted by the squares quickly, at least! he just gets blocked off so you cant save him, and begs you to keep going, and you can stand there at the door and try and talk to him to comfort him but you eventually have to keep moving. And he still calls himself useless even as he’s dying! Even though he was FUCKIN CRITICAL to this good ending, his lamplighter skills let him pull the ceiling mechanism to get the secret elevator working AND THEN HE DIED FOR IT! SLOWLY! he had to sit in that elevator for potentially hours, waiting for the squares to slowly make their way through. And god, he would have just had to starve or suffocate if they were slow enough... IM NEVER GONNA GET OVER THIS JESUS CHRIST IM SO HAPPY WE SAVED THEM IN THE END MR LAMPLIGHTER PLEASE STAY SAFE FOREVER NOW

and all the meta stuff is FINALLY EXPLAINED and its A REALLY INTERESTING CONCEPT and its CATHARTIC TO FINALLY HAVE QUESTIONS ANSWERED The Entity is actually the spirit of the world, AND a robot! The whole world is actually a simulation of The AUthor’s original world, which died from the loss of its sun. But the main computer started malfunctioning from the stress of maintaining it, and the guilt of using a living person as part of the processor- which is why Niko is here. The game tells you its a game, but it also tells you that Niko is a real person, the only real person here. They had to be summoned from their world, because thats the only way the machine can work to achieve the ‘true ending’ for the simulation. But the malfunction of the main computer means that ending is locked off now, so Niko is stuck repeating the game and can never go home. And then its just SO SADDDD cos when you finally meet The Entity it takes the form of a shadow of Niko, and you get to talk to it in a way more personal way, without all the illusions of shadowy villainy and stuff. Deep down it’s just a scared child too.. And in the end you win by convincing it that this world really is real, and so is The Entity, It can choose to write its own ending now, and it will still exist after it lets Niko go... Its so nice that the game subverts the usual ‘its all a simulation’ plot that way. Even if everyone you met is an artificially created being, they’ve still been evolving and developing and learning to love, and they’ve become indistinguishable from a flesh and blood person. Debating over ‘real’ and ‘fake’ is just semantics at this point! Even if you weren’t real to begin with, you certainly are now!

and then you get the best meta joke in the whole game, holy shit you LITERALLY WALK THROUGH THE CREDITS interactive credits, where you can talk to all of your friends again and say goodbye :)

the ending was perhaps a bit abrupt and didnt have quite enough talking to the friends, but still I just feel so happy to finally give everyone a happy ending! well.. not everyone The Author and his original world are still long dead but I was able to rescue his final creation that he left behind! I helped them become real, and now this new world will live on, and people will be able to remember The Author and Niko can go home and hug their mama :)

oh and LOL THESE THOUGHTS ARE TOTALLY OUT OF ORDER BUT I really liked the new characters exclusive to this route! I was kinda dissappointed that rue has such a minor role in it tho, and we never get any real further info on her. Why was she selected to be the one of the final route charries that cameos in previous routes, then? if she wasnt really gonna be important at all aside from just ‘we need a third person to open this door’, and we werent gonna learn anything about her except that she knows the other two and that she lives in the city and misses the real city from the real world

ANYWAY ONWARD TO THE OTHER TWO CHARACTERS! Cedric the author’s son! Tho really kinda all three of them are siblings? I liked that tiny hint of that, it was a nice extra ambiguous mystery even though everything else got wrapped up. The answer to how on earth three people from the old world can be here if everyone died: PERHAPS these three are all actually robots! So, i guess they were built in the old world and were able to have their conciousness uploaded here? Its interesting cos cedric looks more human than even Silver, though if this world is a simulation he could have just changed his appearance in the code while it was first being made. ANYWAY! Cedric is pretty cute and sweet! we dont see as much of his personality since all his dialogue is Constant Fast Moving Plot, but he seems to be like an attempt by The Author to make a representation of himself in this world, which is probably why he got the formal title of being his ‘son’ even though the author made everybody else too. But i like that Cedric is still himself, even if that was the blueprint of his creation. He has all the inventive skills of the author, and he flies around fullfilling his purpose, with everyone in this world thinking he actually is the author. But he’s also a lot more shy and goofy and generally a big ol cuddle of a man! I liked the running gag of him insisting its a ‘flying machine’ not a plane, and getting sad that planes exist in the real world and he didnt actually invent them. I shall choose to headcanon that the wright brothers were once some of the other people summoned to go thru this simulation, and they got inspired to make our world’s planes based on cedric’s one! Also, Cedric’s design is very cool and cute! He has neat glasses!

Also i really like Proto/the prototype prophetbot! Its a really cool concept that a literal pallette swap of the first npc would end up being such a critical role to this whole plot, and reveal the true nature of the world and BLOW OUR MINDS And also its really cool to see that he’s like a super bitter and jaded version of a character who was so chirpy and innocent. It just goes to prove that no matter what a robot is created to do, they can still make their own choices and form their own personality and become real. Two nigh identical twins who ended up so radically different! Also it made it extra heartwarming to see Proto reunited with his two friends/siblings, after he’s implied to have been locked alone in the mines for lord knows how many years. And its EXTRA EXTRA heartwarming to see him regaining his optimism and happiness in the ending, and bidding us goodbye with such awkward cuteness!

Also completely random, but I liked how even all the minor npcs get new roles in this new route, and we get to learn how they’re all reacting to all this stuff happening to the main characters. It was really badass to see how well they all mobilized to start an evacuation effort from the squares! And turning the library into a shelter and stuff! And the one bird person making stew finally got some people to eat it! WAY TOO MANY PEOPLE! Also I laughed so much at everyone’s new dialogue being so serious and then you just see 'WHO TOOK MY STAPLER’ xD I hope everyone gets to live a long and fruitful life now the world simulation has been restored. The assistant librarian’s books can finally get some attention now the author is gone! *sniff*

So umm.. okay. Thats kinda all i have to say. It was all completely out of order, lol, but im just MADE OF EMOTIONS RIGHT NOW, OKAY???

i wanna go devour all the fanarts aaaa

#bunni plays oneshot

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