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The Country Doctor, Chapter 6: Confessions

Pairing: Dr. Leonard “Bones” McCoy x F!Reader (finally!). Other Characters are the usual suspects: Jim Kirk, Nyota Uhura, Spock, Christine Chapel, Scotty, Guinan. Eleanora McCoy, Miles Cooper, and Jocelyn (Leonard's ex-wife), Charlie (OMC, mentioned)

Word Count: 5618

Warnings: This is a long one, folks, but it's finally happening!! Minor mishap in the kitchen leading to Leonard slipping into "doctor mode", Leonard and the Reader FINALLY confess their feelings for each other, some K-I-S-S-I-N-G, greedy CEO scheming with Leonard's ex-wife, Reader meets Leonard's mother (by phone).

Summary: Fresh off of his divorce, Dr. McCoy receives word that he has inherited a 5,000-acre farm and home in Logan, Montana. Finally, he has an opportunity for a clean slate and to start his own clinic out west and leave his ex-wife behind. Along the way, he'll meet a cast of unique characters, each with a place in his new small-town life. But there could be trouble ahead in the form of a powerful CEO hell-bent on acquiring Leonard's property by any means necessary.

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, or would rather leave the Crazy Train, please let me know. Thank you, and enjoy the show!

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One night you and Leonard were working together in the kitchen to prepare the evening meal. You were chopping vegetables for a tossed salad, while he was stirring the sauce and boiling noodles for spaghetti. This routine had become an almost daily occurrence with the two of you, which allowed you to introduce each other to treasured family recipes. His favorites were your pasta dishes, while yours was his chicken and dumplings. It was a way for you both to showcase your talents, as well as spend some time learning more about each other.

He was in the middle of relating a hilarious story from his med school days when the knife in your hand suddenly slipped. Instead of slicing a cucumber, the blade shifted and sliced into your thumb. You yelped in pain then dropped the offending piece of cutlery onto the counter with a clatter. Quickly you wrapped your hand around a towel and cradled it to your chest.

Leonard swiftly turned the knobs for the burners to the "off" setting and removed the pots from the heat. "Whoa, darlin', what happened?" he exclaimed as he cupped your elbow and guided you to the sink. "Here, let me see it." He carefully peeled back the towel to see a decent-sized yet precision gash across the side and into the pad of your left thumb. He reached over and turned on the cold water to wash away the blood.

"Sorry, if I'd been paying better attention, I would've sliced the vegetable instead of my stupid thumb," you muttered. Leonard pulled it out of the stream of water and blotted it dry with the towel. He studied it for a few moments to see if it would start bleeding again. "So, Doc, will I get to keep my thumb? Am I gonna live?" you asked him with a shaky grin.

He continued to examine the wound, which thankfully had gone from dripping blood to more of a slow seep. "Well, fortunately, your knives are well-sharpened, because that's a damn near surgical cut; therefore, it won't take long to heal. It's not deep enough for stitches, so I'd say you get to keep it. For right now, anyway," he smirked. "Wait here, and I'll be right back with the first aid kit. We'll get you fixed up in no time, sweetheart," he winked.

As he walked away, you shook your head and chuckled to yourself at his attempts at humor to comfort you and lighten up the situation. The pain had mostly subsided, leaving a throbbing sensation while you waited for him to return. What a klutz, slicing my own damn thumb open like that, you mentally face-palmed.

When he reappeared in the kitchen with the first aid supplies, he saw that you were perched on one of the barstools while you waited for him. The late evening sun streamed through the kitchen window, casting a warm, almost angelic glow around you. He watched as you examined your wound and frowned at what you likely perceived as your own clumsiness. In that moment, he realized how special you are to him, just by being yourself.

"Here we are, just what the doctor ordered," he called as he held up the bandages and disinfectant. He pulled over one of the other barstools to sit on and tend to what was more or less a minor injury. He held the alcohol wipe above the wound and cleared his throat to get your attention. "Now, this, uh....this may sting a little," he warned.

Though you expected it, when he swiped the antiseptic pad over the gash, it took 110% of your willpower not to scream and yank your hand away. You sucked in a sharp breath at the initial bite of the alcohol on the open cut and tried to breathe through the pain as you averted your eyes.

All of a sudden you felt relief in the form of a cooling sensation across the surface. When you looked down, Leonard was gently blowing on the affected area. This caused a shudder to run through your body, which did not go unnoticed. "You all right there, darlin'?" he asked.

You cleared your throat in an attempt to get your racing heart under some sort of control. "Yeah, I'm fine," you whispered. He bent his head downward again, to focus on the task at hand, but not before you caught the renewed tinge of pink that dusted his cheeks. He secured the bandage to your thumb and brought it to his lips, then gave you a sly grin.

He started gathering the remnants of the medical supplies used in the patch-up, but you tried to stop him. "Here, let me help with that," you requested as you got down from your barstool. However, your foot got hooked on one of the rungs, definitely making it less than an Olympic-worthy dismount. Without Leonard's quick reflexes, you would've ended up on the floor, but instead, he caught you in his arms.

A wave of warmth washed over him as he cradled you in his embrace. Holding you was a different experience than he'd had before with other women, even his ex-wife. With you, it was the most natural feeling, and he never wanted to let it, or you, go. He heard the hitch in your breathing and saw your pupils grow large at the proximity of his face to yours. The universe was giving him an opportunity, and he was for damned sure not going to waste it.

"Easy there, sweetheart," he murmured. "Don't need you back in the hospital with another serious injury," he teased.

Your heart was beating wildly within your chest and you prayed Leonard couldn't hear it. His face was so close to yours that you could see tiny flecks of gold in his eyes. Though the color was nearly invisible from the dilation of his pupils. His hair was still slightly damp from the shower he took after work and you were itching to drag your fingers through it. Your eyes darted to his lips, away then back again. So close, you thought. If I lean forward just a bit m--

There was no time to finish the thought because Leonard threw caution to the wind and closed the gap between you. The kiss was soft at first, his plump lips moving slowly with yours, searching, nearly begging for reciprocation. He was about to pull away when he felt you kissing him back, almost chasing his lips with a desperation to prove that you were on the same page.

"So beautiful," he whispered, momentarily breaking the kiss. He tilted your head back to dive in, with his head at the right angle to deepen it. Your hands slid up his toned, muscular chest to circle around his neck. When your fingernails gently scratched at the skin, you could feel his lips smiling against yours, producing a grin of your own. "You little minx," he mumbled.

The sound of a throat clearing brought you both out of your blissful trance and you broke apart to see who had entered the room. "I was going to ask what was for dinner, but looks like you two already had your appetizer," Jim smirked. "Please, feel free to continue," he razzed.

Leonard rolled his eyes. "Jim, don't you have something better to do? Dinner will be a bit delayed, we just got a little....sidetracked," he replied.

Jim snorted in amusement. "Sure, yeah, I can see that," he grinned. When you and Leonard refused to elaborate, he gave an exasperated sigh. "Fine, I'll come back later," he groaned.

As soon as he left the room, you and Leonard turned to each other and burst into laughter. "Feels like I just got caught by my ma while making out with the prettiest girl in school," he remarked.

"Oh yeah? Did you have a habit of 'making out' with pretty girls in the kitchen, where your ma could catch you?" you joked.

"Nope, you're the first and only one, darlin'," he admitted, not yet releasing you from his hold. "She would love you, you know. You're kind, smart, and you have a great sense of humor. All that in such a gorgeous package." He reached up to tuck a lock of hair behind your ear, then brushed the back of his knuckles along your jawline.

"Len," you playfully rolled your eyes, as you felt your cheeks grow warm under his touch and words of praise.

"What? Sweetheart, I'm just callin' it like I see it," he countered. "You've bewitched me, woman, but I'm sure as hell not complaining," he declared before swooping in to capture your lips again in a heated kiss.

"You're quite the charmer, Leonard McCoy," you replied softly, trying to catch your breath. "You and my dad probably would've gotten along well, and your charm would definitely have worked on my mom. Just like it did for me," you added with a smile.

"Is that so?" he asked, returning your smile. "Well, I'm sorry I didn't get the chance to meet them, 'cause I know how important they were to you. Speaking of parents, I did tell my ma I'd send her a plane ticket sometime to come out for a visit once I got settled," he recalled. "What do you say, darlin'? Are you up for meeting my ma?"

You thought for a moment, then sent him a beaming smile. "I think that's a great idea, I'd love to meet the woman who's such an important part of your life," you gushed.

"Hey, your ma's coming to visit? That's awesome! When will she be here?" Jim inquired. He poked his head into the kitchen and looked around, only to see that you and Leonard had left the room. "Wait a minute. Where's dinner?" He asked the ceiling as he raised his arms, only to drop them to his sides in exasperation.

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After what happened in the kitchen, going forward, there was a noticeable shift between you and Leonard. It started with the lingering touches, fond smiles across the dinner table, and arms around shoulders and waists. Then it was followed by hugs that lasted a few seconds longer than they had before and random hand-holding.

Every so often, your lips would meet to express your innermost thoughts. Sometimes it would be for a peck on the lips or cheek in passing. More frequently, though, it hovered between soft, deeply passionate kisses with all the time in the world, and hungry, desperate, can't-live-without-you ones.

The more time you spent with each other, the more you wanted to be in each other's presence. You and Leonard had a standing "date" for the Farmer's Market on Saturdays. Hand in hand, you leisurely strolled from stall to stall and chatted with the vendors, who were always glad to see you. Movie nights were at least once a week, with Mimzy in regular attendance, curled up with one of you on the couch.

Nighttime was lonely, though, because as you lay in bed, your thoughts were nearly always about Leonard. You wondered what it would be like to wake up each day with him beside you, bed head and all, his raspy voice bidding you good morning.

His thoughts were along the same lines, constantly occupied with you. He longed to know the feeling of wrapping his arms around your warm body as you slept, or to hear your soft breathing, and seeing your eyelashes fluttering against your cheek.

For his part, Jim refrained from giving the two of you too much grief about your budding romance. He knew you were meant for each other from that very first day you and Uhura showed up to help them move in. He stopped short of shouting "I-told-you-so" from the highest mountain, smiling while he silently observed you growing closer together. As your mutual friend, he couldn't be happier for you, which he frequently expressed in his regular updates to Uhura.

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A few weeks later, a large, thick brown envelope was delivered to the clinic. The return address showed Blue Mountain Survey and Mining Corp, which meant it should be the final report. You placed it in your desk drawer until you could inform Leonard that it had arrived.

It was important to him that you review it together, so it would have to wait until after the clinic closed for the day. The pages contained within that envelope represented a potentially significant change in his life. And he wanted to share everything about his life with you, past, present, and hopefully the future.

As if summoned by your thoughts, Leonard returned to the waiting room, with a patient and her daughter following behind him. "You and Bridget are all set, Mrs. Keller," he affirmed. "Drink plenty of fluids and get some rest. If your fever returns, or any new symptoms develop, please give my office a call." He then nodded in your direction. "My lovely assistant will take over from here with the rest of your paperwork," he winked at you.

Your cheeks grew warm from the affectionate smile he sent your way, then you returned your focus on the women before you. "Here you are, Mrs. Keller, your after-care summary, and your prescription has already been called into the pharmacy. Do either of you have any questions?"

"Not at the moment, dearie, thank you," Mrs. Keller answered. "That nice young doctor sure is sweet on you. You're a lucky lady," she remarked.

"Mama, don't tease her like that," Bridget gently admonished. "I'm so sorry," she whispered to you.

"It's okay, she's not telling me something I don't already know," you beamed. "He's a wonderful man, and quite handsome, too. Take care and have a nice evening!"

You smiled as you watched the ladies get into Bridget's car and drive away from the clinic. Before you could return to your chair and finish the daily filing, you felt two strong arms wrap around your waist from behind. "Hey there, sweetheart," Leonard murmured huskily near your ear. "Everything all right?"

"Hello yourself, Len," you giggled as a shiver went down your spine. "And yes, everything's fine. Before I forget, the packet from Blue Mountain came in today. Do you want to take a look at it?"

"Sure, we're done with all the appointments today, and no one's left in the waiting room. We can close up shop and head home," he suggested. "But first, how 'bout some 'sugar', Sugar?" he grinned.

You turned around, still in his arms, with your hands reaching up to cradle his neck. Then you pulled him down so your lips could meet in a slow, lingering kiss. "How's that for a little sweetness?" you asked.

"Like I want some more," he responded, then hungrily captured your lips with his. His tongue teased the seam of your lips, requesting entrance that you so eagerly granted. A small moan escaped from you, further igniting his desire as his hands roamed up and down your back. Your fingertips played with the short hairs at the base of his neck, lightly scratching at his skin. You smiled against his lips as you felt a shudder roll through his body.

"Wow," he whispered when you broke apart. Before he could kiss you yet again, his phone rang in his pocket. He checked the screen, then a wide grin stretched across his face when he noticed who was calling. He put the call on speakerphone, and enthusiastically belted out, "Hello!"

"Leonard, it's your mother. I just got your message, and I would love to fly out to see you, your house, and meet your delightful girlfriend," Eleanora gushed.

Her exuberant but sweet voice was exactly as you imagined it would be, which made you giggle. "Hello, Mrs. McCoy. It's great to finally meet you," you commented, and gave her your name.

She tsked good-naturedly, followed by, "Oh, now, none of that 'Mrs. McCoy' nonsense, my dear, that was my mother-in-law. You can call me 'Eleanora', 'Momma', or just 'Ma' if you want."

"Ma, let me get my office calendar, and then we can talk about dates for your visit, okay?" he told her, then handed you the phone. "Talk to Ma, sweetheart," he winked.

Flabbergasted at first, you nearly dropped his phone. "H-He'll be right back," you explained nervously.

"That's all right, now I have a chance to hear a little more about you," Eleanora replied. "How did you and Leonard meet?" While you waited for him, you explained that you met her son the day he moved in, and that you were currently working with him in the clinic. You told her about where you grew up, a little background on what brought you to the town of Logan.

By the time you'd finished, Leonard had returned, office calendar in hand. You passed his phone back to him so he could chat with his mother and coordinate her visit. He caught your gaze and gave you a heart-stopping smile, then returned to the phone conversation. He nodded when you motioned that you would meet him in the kitchen.

As you left the office, Leonard's eyes lingered on your retreating form long enough that he missed the question his mother asked. "Sorry, sorry, Ma," he mumbled. "What did you ask me?"

Once she realized the reason, Eleanora chuckled at how absent-minded he was. "A bit distracted, are we, Son? By the way, she's lovely, Leonard. A vast improvement over your first go-round, I'll tell you," she muttered.

He sighed deeply in contentment. "I'll say. She's great, Ma. Kind, compassionate, so smart, and she brings such a light to those around her."

She hummed in response to her son. "Is she pretty? Not that it's a deal-breaker, you see, only curious," she hastily added.

"Ma, she's beautiful, and not just on the outside. She has a beautiful soul as well that it....you just can't help but....love her," he replied softly.

"Do you? Do you love her?" she asked. "I know after Jocelyn, you might not know quite yet, or be afraid to--"

"Yes," he whispered.

"Then you should tell her. Soon. And don't give me any of that bull about 'what if she doesn't', because I can hear it in the way she talks about you. She does," Eleanora affirmed.

Leonard gave a faint huff of laughter. "Yes, ma'am. Now when should we have you come out here to meet her?"

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On the other side of the country, a meeting was taking place the following morning in the CEO's office at NorthStar Corp. A fashionably dressed woman, with elegantly styled dark brown hair, and piercing blue eyes approached the receptionist and gave her name.

A call was placed to Mr. Cooper's office, and she was escorted through the double doors then to a chair in front of the large wooden desk. After an offer of beverages was made and accepted, followed by an order from the CEO that they were not to be disturbed. His receptionist acknowledged his command with a quick nod and indicated she would be back when the refreshments were ready. She closed the doors behind her and returned to her desk to place the beverage order with the cafeteria.

"Well, Miles, you called me here, what's going on?" the woman drawled.

"I'm glad you asked, Jocelyn. There have been some new developments regarding your ex-husband that you should be made aware of," Cooper started.

Jocelyn snorted. "You summoned me to your offices to discuss my ex-husband?? I have nothing more to do with Leonard, not since the divorce was finalized. What makes you think I care anything about what he's doing with his life? I have my own life to live, thank you very much," she retorted.

Cooper leaned back in his chair, his steepled fingers resting on his chin. "You should care, Jocelyn. Leonard is living in Montana now, which means he may not be aware that you are married and therefore no longer entitled to spousal support. All it would take is one phone call, and you would be hauled into court and, at the very least, ordered to pay him back. Do I have your attention now?" he snarled.

Jocelyn was taken by surprise at Cooper's knowledge of her second marriage, but she quickly schooled her features to a neutral expression. "You do," she responded coolly.

"Now, he's living in a farmhouse situated on a piece of land that he inherited from a distant uncle. This land happens to contain some of the largest deposits of raw copper and other minerals in this country. He has so far stubbornly refused to sell this property to us or anyone else. He's more interested in being a 'country doctor' than the accumulation of such wealth," he sneered.

"Well, that's Leonard for you. He has no ambition, no vision of the future, or drive to succeed. He was never interested in advancing his career in medicine to hospital administrator or beyond. Kept plugging away in that clinic of his. So, where exactly do I fit into all of this?" she asked.

"All of that wealth is just sitting below the earth's surface, waiting to be claimed. If we don't intervene and quickly, NorthStar Corp will lose any chance of getting its hands on any of it. There's too much at stake to let just anyone benefit from this situation. I have worked too long on this deal to see it closed with some other entity," he growled. "I will not be bested by some simple doctor, practicing medicine in the middle of nowhere."

Jocelyn considered Cooper's words for a few minutes. Charles will know how to administer the proceeds from the land's resources better than Leonard can, she surmised. He'll probably do something noble with it, like start a backwoods hospital with it or whatever, she internally grimaced. He has no idea how to manage money because he's never had much of it to speak of. I, on the other hand, will have no problem with it, especially with Charles by my side to help me.

"Well?" Cooper asked with a knowing smirk.

"Looks like I'm going to Montana," Jocelyn answered with a matching smirk.

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The next few weeks leading up to the visit from Leonard's mother were a bit hectic at work. Cold and flu season had yet to make an appearance, but you and the good doctor knew it was just around the corner. Late nights in the clinic were spent restocking supplies and keeping up with the sudden influx of patients.

Fortunately, Leonard trusted you enough to handle the "vaccination only" patients, while he handled the other cases. Occasionally, Uhura stepped in to help with checking people in, printing reports, and filing the paperwork. Jim kept himself busy around the house, with anything from light housekeeping to small repairs and updates.

Somewhere in the chaos of preparing for Eleanora's visit, you and Leonard reviewed the surveyor's final report. It confirmed the existence of the copper and platinum, not silver, veins running beneath the land. In addition to sapphires, the report also mentioned pockets of garnets and agate throughout the property, providing material for the jewelry industry.

After he reviewed the report, Leonard's head began to swim with all of the information contained within it, especially the numbers. He'd never seen so many zeroes before, and had no concept of that much wealth, all at his disposal. What am I going to do with all of this? he wondered silently.

You grew concerned at seeing the furrow of his brow and the way his eyes darted back and forth across the pages. His thoughts were beginning to spiral, and you had to introduce some calm to the situation by shifting his focus. "Len? Honey? You want to let me in on what's going on? You seem a bit preoccupied."

Leonard took a deep breath before answering. "This is....a bit overwhelming, to say the least," he started. He talked for a while about what he thought he should do with the amount of wealth brought in from a mining operation such as this. You listened patiently, interjecting your thoughts and asking questions where appropriate, even coaxing a few laughs out of him.

"Listen, you don't have to decide anything right now. Those minerals have been there for probably thousands of years, and they ain't goin' anywhere," you pointed out. Then you suggested that it may be time to engage the services of an attorney. "We need one who specializes in this area of the law, so your interests are protected." You remembered that one of your friends' fathers was an attorney, so you offered to check with her.

"Thank you, darlin'." A puzzled look crossed your face as you asked why he was thanking you. "For being patient, listening to me, and knowing exactly what I needed without me having to say it."

A fond smile was sent his way in response. "Len, you don't ever have to thank me for that. Of course I'm going to be patient with you, listen to you, help you with whatever you need. I love....that I can be there for you," you remarked. That was close, you thought. Too close.

"And I promise to do the same in return, and to give you a shoulder you can lean on, to hold you when life gets too rough for you. I love....taking care of you, darlin'," he affirmed. Damn, that was close, he silently noted. Almost let the cat out of the bag.

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That evening, the two of you curled up on the couch to watch a movie, after a quick dinner of tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches. Mimzy, ever the attention-seeker, settled in next to you for once, instead of Leonard. Her little paws kneaded your thigh muscle before she leaned against you and closed her eyes. You were seated next to Leonard, his arm resting on the back of the couch, behind you.

Around halfway through the movie, your eyes started to droop and your head began to feel very heavy, until finally it fell onto Leonard's shoulder. His eyes flicked over in your direction, and he let out a soft chuckle when he noticed you were asleep. Carefully and without waking you, he draped his arm around your shoulder, which caused you to shift closer to him. Your arm stretched across his midsection and you gave him a gentle squeeze before sighing deeply in contentment.

Leonard delicately turned his head and pressed his lips to the crown of your head. "Darlin', I know you probably can't hear me, but....I love you," he murmured against your hair. "You've stolen my heart, but that's okay, because it belongs to you. Always." He nuzzled your cheek with his scruffy one, then closed his eyes as well.

Jim walked through the living room later that night. When he saw the two of you cozied up together, he snapped a picture with his phone, then chuckled to himself as he walked to his room. Lovebirds, he thought, with a satisfied grin on his face.

***

"So, how many days until you meet your future mother-in-law," Uhura joked as she sipped on her soda. When you told her you had some errands to run in town over your lunch break, she suggested meeting you for lunch. It had been a while since you had spent time together, so you agreed.

"Ha ha, very funny," you muttered. "Just because we've kissed, doesn't mean--"

"Wait, what?!? You never told me that!!" she exclaimed, then demanded for you to give her details. You explained how your first kiss came about, and how you've steadily been growing closer as the days go by. "I'm so happy for you, honey," she gushed. "You deserve a good man, and Dr. McCoy is one of the best."

"Yeah, he sure is," you agreed with a bashful smile, which set off a fit of giggles between you.

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"I see things are progressing nicely with you and our lovely houseguest," Jim smirked. Leonard was making a sandwich for lunch before returning to laundry duties.

"Yeah, well, I don't kiss and tell," Leonard shot back, a smug grin on his face.

Jim's eyes widened at his friend's revelation. He had photographic evidence of them cuddling on the couch, but they've kissed?? "I'm impressed, Bones," he replied. "Definitely moving in the right direction."

"She's....amazing. My ma will be here in a couple of days, and I just know she's gonna love her," he affirmed.

"Of course she will. You deserve a good woman, and she's miles and miles ahead of your ex. One of the best I've ever met," Jim remarked.

"Absolutely."

***

The last patient of the day on Friday dropped off a flyer for the Holiday Festival, which was set to occur between Thanksgiving and Christmas. Among the events was a craft fair, a cookie exchange, and an old-fashioned Barn Dance, to be held at the Community Center.

You closed the file cabinet after placing the final patient's paperwork within its drawers. As you turned around, you found Leonard perched lazily on the corner of your desk, his hands resting on his knees. "All done, sweetheart?" he asked.

"All finished, Boss," you drawled as you sauntered over to where he was sitting. You stepped between his legs and ran your hands along his arms and up to his shoulders. "Shall we head home? Traffic's always terrible this time of night, you know," you grinned.

"Oh, yeah, we really should get going, then," he chuckled. You stepped back to grab your belongings, by which time he stood waiting for you, his hand outstretched with his palm facing up. You easily slipped your hand into his, intertwining your fingers and giving them a gentle squeeze. "Ready?" to which you nodded.

Dinner passed as usual, filled with lively conversation, including what to do during Eleanora's visit. Cleanup was fairly uneventful, but completed quickly, with you washing and Leonard drying the dishes.

Tonight, though, a slightly awkward silence filled the room after the cleaning was finished. You stood with your back leaning against the counter, eyes trained on the floor and your bottom lip caught between your teeth. This did not escape Leonard's notice, and a concerned look crossed his face.

"Darlin'? Is everything all right? You seem a little worried about something," he gently prodded.

His question broke through your reverie and brought you back to the present. "Hmm? Oh, sorry, Len. I just have something on my mind," you responded.

Leonard stood in front of you and clasped your hands in his then gave you a tender smile. "I'm here for you, if you want to talk about it, sweetheart. Look," he gestured to one ear, then the other. "Two ears, no waiting, ready to listen," he joked.

You giggled a little at his silliness, which was a welcome relief from the thoughts currently swirling in your head. "Okay," you took a deep breath. "In less than two weeks, the Holiday Festival will be going on, and there's a dance. Will you--will you be my date? For the dance?" you asked timidly.

He let the words sink in, then a beaming smile spread across his face. "Of course I will. I would be honored to accompany you to the dance, sugar. Though I'm a little rusty with my two-step, but I'll give it my best shot," he replied.

"Well, whether or not you have two left feet, I love you just the same, Leonard," you responded, then immediately clapped a hand over your mouth.

"What?" he whispered. "What did you just say?"

Your mind raced as it tried to come up with some way, any way to fix this. There were two options: pretend you said something else, or come clean and confess how you felt about him. After a quick, internal debate, you decided he deserved the truth, so you would admit your feelings and let the Fates decide.

"You know, I've said, 'I love you' so many times to you in my head and in my heart," you started. "But, I suppose it doesn't really count unless I say it out loud. So I'm saying it now. I love you, Leonard McCoy."

The silence between you seemed to last an eternity and had you second-guessing your decision, then he finally spoke. "Darlin', you've opened places in my heart that I thought were closed after my divorce. I can't imagine my life without you, because it certainly wouldn't be as happy as it is with you in it. Now it's my turn to say it out loud. I love you," he declared.

Leonard's hands braced themselves on the edge of the counter behind you, caging you in. He slowly leaned forward to close the distance between you. As the gap grew smaller, your heart began to race with the anticipation of feeling his soft lips against yours. The two of you had kissed before, but now with the weight of your shared confessions, this kiss would be different.

When his lips touched yours, it sent a spark of electricity zipping through your body. Leonard moved forward another half-step until your bodies were nearly flush with each other. His hand lifted and hooked around your neck to maintain the connection as your mouths moved together. He smiled when he felt your breath across his skin as you sighed in contentment.

The need for oxygen finally won out, briefly breaking the kiss and also eliciting a quiet giggle out of you. As your emotions calmed a bit, you both became aware of Jim calling your names from the direction of the front door. "Wonder what he wants," Leonard mused.

"Ooh, could it be your mom? Did she maybe get an earlier flight?" you suggested. An excitement rose within you as you walked with Leonard to the door. Your head was practically buzzing at the possibility of meeting his mother sooner than you expected.

Jim stepped back from the entrance to meet you, clearly displeased at this turn of events. Leonard was puzzled, but brought his arm around your waist, then gazed into your questioning eyes. "Don't worry, sweetheart, we'll get this sorted out," he promised before moving to greet the visitor.

It didn't take long for any of your earlier enthusiasm to evaporate, as the person at the door was not Eleanora McCoy. "Jocelyn?" he whispered.

"Hello, Leonard."

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toboldlygohome · 1 year ago

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"Patch Me Up, Doc"

Leonard McCoy x Reader

Summary: When disaster strikes on the Enterprise and the unavoidable happens, Bones is there to patch you up again.

Character(s): Leonard "Bones" McCoy, Montgomery "Scotty" Scott, James "Jim" Kirk, Christine Chapel

Warning(s): Wounds, Minor character death, Violence, Cursing

Leonard wasn't sure how his day could possibly get worse. Three cases of Ankarian flu, several engineers came in with all manner of abrasions and burns, and an ensign went into anaphylactic shock. All in the last two hours.

The one thing he had been looking forward to all day was seeing you. Today you were scheduled for your bi-monthly physical. Despite the engineering department being notorious for having the most casualties, you were one of the few exceptions.

You were always careful and aware of your surroundings and you never made silly mistakes. It was one of the things Leonard really liked about you, but that also meant he didn't see you as much as he'd like to. At least you were taking care of yourself. If that meant he only got to see your beautiful smile a few times a week, it was worth it.

Leonard looked down at his PADD and frowned. You were late, which was very unlike you. He had tried to call you multiple times, but you weren't answering any of his messages. After about thirty minutes of waiting, Leonard dialed Scotty.

"Hello?" Scotty said. In the background Bones could hear what sounded like a hundred hammers banging on pipes. That was his first clue to what was holding you up.

"Scotty, where is-" Leonard started, but was cut off by the head engineer.

"Ah! Doctor, what can I do you for?"

Bones huffed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Lieutenant Y/L/N is late for her medical exam," He grumbled.

"Oh yeah! She mentioned something about that. Is it that time already?" Scotty asked. "We're a little busy down here. I'll send her up when we get this figured out." Suddenly there was a loud hissing sound. It was so loud that Leonard had to pull the communicator away from his ear.

"Dear god man! what's going on down there?" Bones talked over the static.

"Something strange is happening with the warp core. We're running on a power shortage."

"Power shortage? What do you mean, power shortage?" Bones implored. As if in response, the lights dimmed with a dangerous sounding hum before brightening again. "Ah. That power shortage."

"Losing power up in med bay!" Scotty announced to his crew before responding to Bones. "Don't you worry doctor, we have all hands on deck to figure out what is draining the power. When we do, I'll send your lass up for her physical."

"How long is this gonna take?" Leonard furrowed his brows.

"Oh at the rate we're going at, I'd say a couple hours at least-"

"A couple hours?! Forget it. Just tell Y/N I'll get with her later to reschedule." Bones ran a hand over his face.

"You got it lad!" Scotty hung up.

An hour went by and the power outages were growing more frequent. Leonard couldn't shake the feeling that something terrible was about to happen. But of course he was a doctor, not a psychic.

Bones busied himself at his desk filling out some patient reports, when a low rumble coursed through the ship. It vibrated the floors and walls, shaking the contents of Leonard's long forgotten coffee mug. When the shaking slowed, the lights slowly faded out and didn't turn back on.

"What the hell are they doing down there? Opening a god-damned back hole?" Bones shoved aside his chair and stormed out of his office.

The nurses in the medbay already had out their flashlights and were pulling open the automatic doors, which had frozen in place with the power outage.

"Back up generators should be switching on any minute" Nurse Chapel said as she fiddled with her PADD screen. They waited in tense silence for the lights to come on. When nothing happened, Leonard grabbed a flashlight of his own.

"I'm getting to the bottom of this mess." He grumbled and marched toward the door, only to be thrown against the wall by some strange force. The nurses, biobeds and all manner of medical equipment felt the impact as well. Dimly, Bones registered a loud boom from deep within the enterprise that rattled his insides. What followed was the sound of emergency sirens and flashing red lights.

"Everyone okay?" Leonard called out as he pulled himself up. There were various murmurs of agreement as the nurses regained their balance. Dr M'Benga rushed in soon after, along with a steady flow of medical personnel. Everyone worked in a frenzy to prep the medbay for...whatever it was that was happening.

"Jim! medbay to bridge! Pick up dammit!" Leonard hollered into his communicator over the blaring sirens.

"Bones! Read you loud and clear!" Jim responded.

"What in god's name is going on? are we under attack?!" Leonard could barely hear himself think over the sound of the red alert.

"Not entirely sure."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means, i'll get back to you on that. Right now I need a medical team down in engineering ASAP!"

Leonard felt his stomach drop. That must have been where the explosion was. 'All hands on deck' Scotty had said. So many people were down there. He was down there.

You were down there. Dammit.

Leonard hung up and grabbed his kit "Alpha shift, you're coming with me to engineering. Beta and Gamma shift, stay here and get ready. I have a feeling we're gonna be busy."

~~~

Down in engineering, you struggled to stand. Your legs felt weak and your head was pounding. The room was spinning and it was unbearably hot. You couldn't hear anything at first, the ringing was so bad. Then the ringing turned into sirens, then into shouting. Your eyes adjusted to the lights.

There was fire everywhere. The whole engine room was a mess of destroyed systems and fallen cross beams. You couldn't recall what happened at first, then slowly you remembered the alien device. the one harvesting the power. There must have been multiple, and they must have been bombs.

Amid the grogginess, you heard your communicator beeping. It was Scotty.

"M'here boss" Your voice sounded much more hoarse than you were expecting. you must have been screaming when you went down.

"Where are you? I've been trying to find you!" Scotty yelled from the other end.

"I'm by the eastern bulkhead." You pushed yourself up on your knees to survey your surroundings.

"That's perfect! Captain says they see an unfamiliar ship closing in. Given the circumstances, we can assume it's not too friendly."

"Affirmative," You whole-heartedly agreed as you struggled to your feet.

"We haven't enough power for shields. The captain needs us to redirect all the power to the warp coils."

You huffed, catching your breath. "Consider it done, be careful Scotty." you hung up and hooked your communicator to your belt. The smoke was terrible and it was hard to breathe, but you had a job to do. You grabbed a rogue toolkit and rushed toward one of the massive power panels. On the way there, you saw something that froze you in your tracks.

It was an ensign trapped under a large pipe. She appeared to be incapacitated. You dropped everything and rushed over to her.

"Nella! Can you hear me?" You cried out. She didn't respond. "Nella, I'm going to get you out of here! Just hold on!"

You grabbed one end of the pipe and started lifting, but it wouldn't budge. "Come on!" You grunted, putting everything you had into it. You pulled and pulled, but you couldn't free her alone. "Help! over here! Someone!"

Footsteps. Your prayers had been answered. Dr. McCoy came rushing around the corner with his med kit and those strong arms you needed right about now.

"Leonard! Thank god, I need your help! She's trapped, I can't get it myself!" You swallowed the lump in your throat. You were so glad to see him, Bones always seemed to appear just when you needed him.

Leonard froze when he saw the ensign on the floor and held up his tricorder.

"Come on doctor, we gotta get it off of her" You said through gritted teeth, fighting to lift the pipe off your fellow engineer.

Leonard's scanner beeped and he sighed. "Y/N, I... I'm sorry." He placed a firm hand on your shoulder.

You froze, trying to comprehend what he meant by that. "You...what?" You asked in a daze.

"She's gone Y/N," he squeezed your shoulder.

You let go of the pipe and turned your gaze to the ceiling. You were on the verge of a breakdown and you needed to stay calm. There were other people, living people, who needed your help right now. You pressed the heels of your palms to your eyes and took a deep breath.

Leonard moved his hand to your back. "Lieutenant, we have to go."

You steeled yourself, grabbed your tool bag from the ground and darted toward the power panel. Leonard grunted and hurried after you.

"The doors are this way! where are you going?" Bones caught up with you as you navigated the mess of wires, pipes, and rubble.

"To redirect the power!"

"Slow down dammit, you're injured!"

"If I don't transfer the power to the warp coils, all of us are gonna be dealing more than just a few bumps and scrapes, Doctor"

"What you have there is not a 'scrape' Darlin' you've practically sprung a leak!"

"Perfect! You can follow my blood trail!" Everything was going wrong. This was one big, terrible nightmare. The floor shook again and you stumbled forward into the power panel. Leonard fell into you from behind, that was when you noticed the searing pain in your side.

"Shit," you winced.

"What did I tell ya?" Leonard grumbled as he helped you up. You reached for the controls, only to find the displays were fried. With a cry of defeat, you slammed your fist into the keyboard.

"Nothing can ever be EASY, can it?! Time to get creative then!" You went to the side of the panel and pried it open to reveal it's mechanical innards. "You work on me, I'll work on this!"

Bones didn't need to be told twice. He dove into his medical bag for his hypo spray and bandages; meanwhile, you were looking for the command cable that would allow you to divert all the power coming into the panel to the warp coils.

You ignored the sting of the hypo entering your neck and focused on finding your coveted wire.

"Lifting your dress Lieutenant." Leonard warned, already gripping the bottom hem.

"Do what you gotta do doctor, modesty is the last thing on my mind right now." You groused as you dug deeper into the panel. Not that modesty was an issue, you were wearing leggings after all.

He lifted your dress and winced on your behalf. Bones gave it some sort of antibacterial spray that burned like hell despite the pain medicine he injected you with. The barrage of what you assumed to be phaser cannons didn't lighten up. The floor kept shaking, but neither of you payed it any mind.

The world seemed to slow as you finally found the cable. "YES!" You beamed, ripping it out of it's socket.

"Woah, woah, woah. You're messin' up your bandages!"

"No time for bandages! I have to get these cables into that panel" You pointed across the destroyed engine room. "That'll reroute the power, then we can get the hell out of here!" You struggled to stand amid the shaking and Leonard hoisted you up. If the circumstances weren't so terrible, you would have relished in the feeling of his arms around you. Unfortunately, time was of the essence. Once you were on your feet, you were already running through the wreckage to the panel. Leonard was hot on your heels, shielding his face from the flames as he ran.

A powerful crash sent you flying forward yet again, knocking the wind out of you. Behind you, Leonard was in a similar predicament. You didn't stop. All you had to do was plug it in, then the enterprise would finally be out of danger. You tore into the panel. This time you knew just where the cord was supposed to go. You ripped the old cord free and replaced it with the new one.

Instantly you felt the ship lurch forward. All at once, the shaking stopped. The familiar hum of the warp coils lulled you into a sense of ease. You were back on your feet, the ground steady beneath you. You turned and found Bones, pulling himself off the ground. Your relief was immeasurable. It was all over. The ship was safe.

Leonard was safe.

You smiled so brightly, Bones was sure it out shined even the brightest star in the galaxy.

Unfortunately for you, the universe was against you that day. You took one step toward him and your world lit up. You saw nothing. The only thing you felt was pain. The last thing you heard before drifting away was the sound of Leonard, crying out for you.

~~~

An incessant beeping stirred you from your slumber, that and the terrible ache you felt in every part of your body. It took a long time for you to work up the courage to open your eyes, but when you did, you were blinded by the overhead lights in the medbay.

You groaned and tried to shield your eyes with your arm, but you just felt so weak. Instead, you closed your eyes and hoped your head would stop throbbing

"Lights at 50%" A familiar voice drawled.

You peeked your eyes open again and hummed approvingly at the light levels.

"Hey darlin'...how are you feeling?" Leonard asked as he sat on the edge of your biobed. He looked so tired. You just wanted to reach up, take his face into your hands and hold him until he fell into a restful sleep.

"Like I was swallowed by the sun and spit back out again." You tried to smile.

"Well, at least you're feeling something." He placed the back of his hand on your forehead. "I'd be mighty worried if you felt nothing at all."

You closed your eyes and sighed, relishing in his gentle touch. "How are you feeling?" You asked softly.

He chuckled lowly and slowly pulled his hand away. "You nearly get blown to bits and you're asking me how i'm doing?"

"Have you slept?" You ignored his question.

Leonard sighed "you are something else... Not yet. Don't think I could fall asleep if I tried," he reached up and tapped on the screen of the biobed to check your vitals. You wanted to say something, anything. You wanted to thank him, reassure him, tell him you'd do it all again if you had to.

"I'm gonna check your bandages sweetheart. It might sting a little, but I'll try to be gentle," he said whispered.

"I trust you Len," you gave him a tired smile.

Bones pulled back the sheet on the bed. Your arms were all bandaged and one of your legs was in a cast. You couldn't see the rest of you under the hospital gown. The cold air stung your burns and you clenched your teeth. Leonard pulled up the side of the gown to check your cut. You had nearly forgotten about that wound amidst all your new ones.

"Just as I thought," he muttered "Time to change your bandages. Y/N, are you-"

"Patch me up, doc." You closed your eyes and tried to relax.

Leonard frowned and heaved a sigh through his nose. He brought his hands to the bandages, but stopped just sort of cutting them off. He was much quieter than usual. You were used to his grumpy complaining, his witty banter. His silence was unsettling, his hesitation even more so.

"Bones?" You whispered.

"Y/N, I...." He trailed off and looked at you. His eyes glistened with unshed tears. The sight of him so distraught... You didn't know what you were feeling. You focused hard and ignored the pain as you lifted your arm.

"H-hey, don't-" he started. You ignored him and brought your hand to his cheek. He closed his eyes and swallowed thickly.

"I'm not going anywhere..." You said softly. "Not now, not ever."

"You can't possibly promise me that darlin'..." His voice came out as a broken rumble.

"I can't promise you that I won't get hurt... I can't promise that I will never be in danger. But I can promise that no matter what happens to me, I will always come back to you... who else would I trust to make me better again?" You brushed your thumb over his cheekbone. He ghosted his fingertips over your hand and pressed a tender kiss to your palm.

It was then that you knew everything had changed.

"I'm gonna hold you to that," Leonard whispered against your skin.

"I wish you'd hold me in other ways too," you giggled.

Leonard smiled and shook his head. "We'll discuss all that when you're better."

"Well, then you'd better get a move on doctor~"

#leonard mccoy #fanfic #Leonard McCoy x reader #Bones x reader #star trek #star trek x reader #bones #star trek fanfiction #x reader #mccoy/reader

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whitebloodywings · 6 months ago

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RP Infos!

Heyy! You can call me Pearl, I'm 22 years old genderfluid and I consider myself an adv-lit/novella writer.

This blog was created to publish rp ads and share information about me and my characters. My overall goal is to find roleplay partners who are as enthusiastic as I am!

Below I made a list of the fandoms that I'm interested in writing and the couples from each of them. Regarding the OCs, you can click on each one of them and read a detailed sheet about them.

Fandoms: (in bold are the characters I will be playing)

Good Omens:

Aziraphale x Crowley

• X-man:

• Charles Xavier x Erik Lehnsherr

Shameless US:

Ian Gallagher x Mickey Milkovich

Lip Gallagher x Female OC

Star Trek:

Spock x James T. Kirk

Female OC x Male/Female/NB OC

Christine Chapel x Leonard “Bones” McCoy

• Teen Wolf

• Lydia Martin x Any CC or OC

Harry Potter/Marauders:

Remus Lupin x Sirius Black

Female OC x Male/Female/NB OC

Star Wars:

Leia Organa x Han Solo

Female OC x Male/Female/NB OC

Marvel Cinematic Universe:

Natasha Romanoff x Steve Rogers/Matt Murdock/Tony Stark/Bucky Barnes/Clint Barton (platonic or romantic)

Female OC x Male/Female/NB OC

The Mortal Instruments/Shadowhunters:

Alec Lightwood x Magnus Bane

Female OC x Jace Herondale/Sebastian Verlac

Female OC x Male/Female/NB OC

Merlin BBC:

Morgana Pendragon x Any CC or OC

DC:

Female OC x Male/Female/NB OC

Red, White and Royal Blue:

Prince Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor x Alex Claremont-Diaz

Red Queen:

Female OC x Male/Female/NB OC

Percy Jackson:

Female OC x Male/Female/NB OC

Plus, I'm totally open and interested in fandomless plots! I leave my OCs for these plots below so you can learn more about them.

Fandomless Plots:

Medieval/Fantasy setting:

Female OC (Pérola)

Female OC (Jessica)

Modern setting:

Female OC (Mayra)

Female OC (Jessica)

Female OC (Mary)

Female OC (Paloma)

I only rp on discord!

I only rp with +18 people.

I look for partners who actively contribute to the plot and thread and who are excited about our characters and the plot.

Be communicative! If something doesn't look good or you just don't want to continue with our rp, just tell me! Please don't block me without any explanation and disappear!

I'm fine with NSFW or SFW. I'm open to pretty much any kink and have very few limits and triggers, so if there's something you want to try just let me know.

I love talking ooc.

If you are interested in writing with me, please get in touch or like this post and I will contact you! I am available on dms or discord (white.wings). Thank you for reading this far and I hope we can have lots of fun together!

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ghost-king-kai · 1 year ago

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The Requesting Hall Guidelines

Welcome to the request guidelines! Here you can be informed of my dos & don'ts, characters & fandoms available, and rules in The Requesting Hall.

Please review (or at least skim through) these rules prior to sending a request to the hall.

Request Rules

Be sure to keep asks and requests respectful.

Make sure the request is detailed enough for me to write for.

Anons are welcome! (if you'd like a specific designation, feel free to ask)

The Dos & Don'ts

These are the types of requests I do and don't do.

I Do...

x Male!Reader

x GN!Reader

x Transmasc!Reader

x NB!Reader

Fluff Fics

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Platonic Fics (Familial, Teammates, Colleagues, Crewmates, Etc.)

Character Concepts for Reader (As long as the idea is feasible)

Oc Requests & Asks

I Don't Do...

x Fem!Reader

x Transfem!Reader

NSFW/Smut (Besides implications)

Triggering Topics (Sexual Assault, Rape, Abuse, Self Harm, etc.)

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Characters Available For Requests

The listed characters and fandoms are the ones I am usually inspired to write on the regular or as of right now but that doesn't mean you can't ask if I write for a specific fandom or character that isn't on this list, especially if it's from the list in the Kingdom Directory.

Marvel

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Available for Romantic Requests: Peter Parker (Only Tom & Andrew Portrayals)

Platonic Only: The Avengers (Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Bruce Banner, Thor Odinson, Clint Barton, Sam Wilson, Wanda Maximoff, Peter Parker, The Vision) [All Together & Individually] The Marvels (Carol Danvers, Monica Rambeau, Kamala Khan) [All Together & Individually] Etc. (there are literally so many characters-)

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Platonic Only: The Bat Family (Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown) [All Together & Individually] Jon Kent (Supersons Comics Series Version) The Team (Dick Grayson, Wally West, Kaldur'ahm, Artemis Crock, M'gann M'orzz, Connor Kent) (Young Justice TV Series) [All Together & Individually]

Persona 5

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Strange New Worlds

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Platonic Only: The Crew (Michael Burnham, Saru, Sylvia Tilly, Adira Tal, Keyla Detmer, R. A. Bryce, Joann Owosekun, Hugh Culber, Gen Rhys, Paul Stamets, Jett Reno) [All Together & Individually] Cleveland Booker

Kelvin Timeline

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Fair Warning: Fandoms and characters will be added and removed a lot over time. Apologies in advance if a character or fandom you would like to request disappears overnight. Inspiration comes and goes and this section just reflects what and who I am gladly willing to write for at the time.

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Ad Astra News - 5/21 - 5/27

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The original eFiction archive will become a static-only monument on September 1st, 2023.

Weekly Challenge # 6

On our chat server that starts with a D, the current challenge is New Homes; between 100 and 700 words of fic about new homes, be they literal places, new ships, new crews or people in general.

Stories Archived

Star Trek: Enterprise

By Jespah

The New House - G - Malcolm Reed/OFC

By @merfilly

The Unquiet End - T - Takashi Kimura/Hoshi Sato

Star Trek: The Original Series

By @beatrice-otter

Undiscovered Stars - G - James T. Kirk/Lando Calrissian (SW x-over) The One Great Choice - T - Cleante al-Faisal, T'Shael, Jasmine al-Faisal

By @merfilly

A Breath of Fresh Air - T - Emony Dax/Leonard “Bones” McCoy Dreams - G - Hikaru Sulu Feelings - G - Spock Introspection - G - James T. Kirk Diplomacy - G - Mara, Pavel Chekov Storyteller - G - Nyota Uhura Serenity - G - Leonard “Bones” McCoy, Julian Bashir (x-over with DS9) So Much - G - Montgomery “Scotty” Scott Enterprise - G Contemplation - M - David Marcus/Saavik Strong Ones - T - Una Chin-Riley/Nyota Uhura A Gift - T - James T. Kirk/Spock One Friend Lost... One Gained? - G - James T. Kirk A Shore Leave to Remember - G - Leonard “Bones” McCoy, Nyota Uhura Necessary - T - Leonard “Bones” McCoy The Sound of His Engines - G - Montgomery “Scotty” Scott Frayed - G - Christine Chapel Sippin' Time - G - Leonard “Bones” McCoy Complications of Empire - G - Kang Farewells - G - Christopher Pike Just One Man - G - Leonard “Bones” McCoy Change of Command - G - Christopher Pike, Robert April Points of Communion - M - David Marcus/Saavik She Would Have Known - G - Spock Acceptance - G - James T. Kirk, David Marcus Memories of Smoke - G - Nyota Uhura Assumptions - G - Spock, Sarek

By @sl-walker

'Cross the River - G - Spock Iron - T - Montgomery “Scotty” Scott & Spock Not Too Soon - G - Sarek, Amanda Grayson, Spock Maps, Rules and Moderation - G - James T. Kirk & Leonard “Bones” McCoy

Star Trek: Alternate Original Series

By @beatrice-otter

Those Left Behind - G - Christopher Pike, Sarek

Star Trek: The Next Generation

By @beatrice-otter

the simple secret of the plot - G - Guinan/Jean-Luc Picard Hope of Thee (The Zombie Remix) - G - Lwaxana Troi, Kestra Troi Processing - T - Data, Deanna Troi Reboot: The Chase - G - Jean-Luc Picard (x-over with Stargate:SG1) Reboot (Legacy) - G - Jean-Luc Picard (x-over with Stargate:SG1)

By @merfilly

Game in Town - G - Q Intimidated - G - Worf Admiral Compensations - T - Jean-Luc Picard Fell For Him - G - Beverly Crusher

Star Trek: Deep Space Nine

By @beatrice-otter

Nerys and the Emissary - G - Kira Nerys & Benjamin Sisko In Due Season - T - Prophet/Joseph Sisko (Rape/Noncon) Ornament - T - Kira Nerys, Lupaza

By @merfilly

In a Different World - T - Elim Garak (Mirror)

Star Trek: Voyager

By @sl-walker

Idle - G - Kathryn Janeway, Chakotay

Expanded Universes

By LordMcCoveyCove

Communiques - G The New Threat - M - Tenth Doctor (x-over with Doctor Who)

#star trek fanfiction #star trek fanfic #star trek original series #star trek the next generation #star trek deep space nine #star trek voyager #ad astra fanfic #please feel free to signal boost!#i dunno if i'll be able to do this every week #but hey #it's worth a try

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ao3feed-spirk · 1 year ago

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Star Trek IV: The Journey Continued

read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/52589551 by Atalanta_714 Five years after the end of their first five year mission, McCoy is grounded and engaged. (Finally!) Uhura is working for Section 31, although she'd rather a job that involves more peace treaties and fewer guns. Scotty is still repairing ships, while Sulu is still mourning the loss of Chekov. And Spock? Last they heard, Spock was living a life of total isolation on New Vulcan. Every year they gather in San Francisco to catch up, but this time, someone's missing. Jim. When no-one can get hold of him, they begin to worry. Turns out Jim was assigned a mission so secret and so dangerous, no-one will tell them where he went, or where to look for him. But the crew of the Enterprise have already lost too much to risk losing more, so they set off to rescue their Captain. Along the way they reunite with old friends, battle devious god-like beings, and maybe even save the Federation from a terrifying new threat... (This is basically how I imagine the mythical Star Trek 4 to look, so it's written as a film script, and also why I didn't think Chekov could be in it. This means this is basically an action movie on AO3. But don't worry shippers! They'll still be a few romantic moments.) Words: 334, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies), Star Trek: The Original Series, Star Trek: The Next Generation Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Multi Characters: James T. Kirk, Spock (Star Trek), Leonard "Bones" McCoy, Nyota Uhura, Christine Chapel, Carol Marcus, Jaylar, Hikaru Sulu, Q (Star Trek), Trelane (Star Trek), Q Continuum Characters (Star Trek) Relationships: James T. Kirk/Spock, Christine Chapel/Nyota Uhura, James T. Kirk & Leonard "Bones" McCoy & Spock, Keenser & Montgomery "Scotty" Scott, Pavel Chekov & James T. Kirk & Leonard "Bones" McCoy & Spock & Hikaru Sulu & Nyota Uhura Additional Tags: Hurt Spock (Star Trek), Hurt James T. Kirk, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Action/Adventure, Action & Romance, Hurt Sulu, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, crossover with the continuum, space battles & car chases & other action sequences, i wrote this because I want a Star Trek 4, Jaylar has the best music taste, acdc, sequel to Star Trek: Beyond, Adventure, Humor, Uhura is a badass I thinks she deserves more time in fanfics, Past Spock/Nyota Uhura, WARNING Chekov is dead in this fic, RIP Antony Yelchin we miss you x read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/52589551

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rssspockuhura · 2 years ago

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The Way I Loved You | James T. Kirk x Reader

Warning: Some M/M works might show up here because the Spock/Uhura tag is used in ref to S/U as a side pairing, past pairing, etc. Currently there is no way to filter and exclude feeds on Ao3 to get only S/U F/M works.Solution. Read at your own risk.

by misaverawrites

James T. Kirk and you are best friends, have been since your days at the academy, he has you placed on the U.S.S. Enterprise at the beginning of it's five year mission. The only issue? You both have been pining for one another since your academy days, and everyone knows it. These five years together on the U.S.S. Enterprise are going to feel very long unless one of you decides to say something.

Words: 908, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Trek, Star Trek: The Original Series, Star Trek: The Original Series (Movies), Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M

Characters: James T. Kirk, Reader, Leonard "Bones" McCoy, Spock (Star Trek), Carol Marcus, David Marcus (mentioned) - Character, Christine Chapel, Nyota Uhura, Montgomery "Scotty" Scott

Relationships: James T. Kirk/Reader, James T. Kirk/You, James T. Kirk & USS Enterprise, James T. Kirk/Carol Marcus (past), James T. Kirk & Carol Marcus, James T. Kirk & David Marcus, James T. Kirk & Crew of the Starship Enterprise, James T. Kirk & Leonard "Bones" McCoy & Reader, Spock (Star Trek) & Reader, Spock/Nyota Uhura

Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, Kissing, Breaking Up & Making Up, Flirting, Best Friends, Crew of the Starship Enterprise as Family, Daily Life on the Starship Enterprise (Star Trek), BAMF Crew of the Starship Enterprise, James T. Kirk & Spock Friendship, Genius James T. Kirk, Insecure James T. Kirk, POV Second Person, Eventual Smut, Eventual Happy Ending, History, James T. Kirk is a Good Captain, Fluff, Angst, Smut, Father James T. Kirk, Title from a Taylor Swift Song, Song: The Way I Loved You (Taylor Swift), Not Actually Unrequited Love, Love Confessions, Denial of Feelings, Blood and Injury, Blood, Poison, Leonard "Bones" McCoy is a Good Friend, Mutual Pining, Pining, Coma, Panic Attacks, Dissociation, Past James T. Kirk/Carol Marcus, Mentioned Carol Marcus, Reader-Insert, Reader-Interactive, Slow Burn

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serenitydiviness · 2 years ago

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Line Without Hook- Spock x OC

This chapter was a nightmare to finish, but it is done! The regular uploading schedule for this is usually Wed/Sat. However next chapter might either be early or late! Thank you to anyone who liked the previous chapters :)

AO3 || FF.NET

Summary: Six years ago, Yeoman Serena Zuriñe embarrassed herself by giving a drunken confession to her mentor, none other than one Commander Spock. Now she finds herself face to face with the Vulcan man she had planned on avoiding the rest of her life. What could possibly go wrong? slow burn. Fake marriage. Spock/OC

Chapter 3:

Serena felt more at ease once they entered the vessel. She looked around before finding the check-in line.

Janice was running it, Serena noted. That gave her a sense of ease. Janice seemed nice. Nyota as well. Christine Chapel, however, made her feel incredibly uncomfortable. She shook her head before she got to the front of the line.

“Serena, right?” Janice asked. “I’m sorry. I know we spoke earlier, but I've—”

“There is no need to apologize,” Serena assured. “It is kind of you to remember my name.”

“I’m glad I got it right on the first try.” Janice laughed. “Alright, you… it looks like we have a last-minute change, so you’ll share a room with… oh, your friend.”

Serena nodded. “She and the good doctor bonded.”

“You’re telling me,” Janice said. “So I’m guessing the room sharing is a formality.”

“Her flirtations are rarely serious,” Serena said.

“Right. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to imply—”

“She and the doctor have shown a fairly short interest in each other. It is logical to jump to the thought.” Serena said. “I hope I did not come off as rude.”

“Not at all,” Janice assured. “Vulcans are very to the point, correct?”

“Yes.”

“Then you weren’t being rude. You were stating facts.” Janice gave an assuring smile. “Let's get some drinks once we’re settled.”

“Of course.” Serena smiled back.

“Well. Let me go ahead and interrupt the happy couple.” Janice said with a giggle.

“I want to watch,” Serena said.

****

To say, Annaleigh found Dr. McCoy—ahem, Leonard, as he insisted upon— to be charming was an understatement. She giggled a bit as he recounted a story about a Vulcan blood transfusion he had completed.

“I got the last word on both of them.” He said with a bit of a laugh.

Annaleigh batted her eyes, smiling all the same. “Handsome and quick-witted. Leonard, I might just fall in love with you.”

“Well, if you keep batting those pretty hazel eyes at me, I might make an honest woman out of you before this mission is over.” He teased.

“Well, I’ll have to make you an honest man first. You are an incorrigible flirt.”

“I could take you to dinner as a start?”

“Doctors!” Janice called, walking over with Serena. Annaleigh could see the small smirk on Serena’s face. She returned the look.

“Oh Janice, everything ok?” Leonard asked, switching into his professional mode. Annaleigh could have swooned right then.

“Yes, just needed to get Dr. Scott checked in and settled.” Janice nodded.

“We’ll talk more about dinner later, Leonard,” Annaleigh said as she and the two other women walked off.

“Oh, we must.” He called before heading off.

“Dinner?” Janice grinned.

“Leonard?” Serena raised a brow.

“Well, ladies, he wants to make an honest woman out of me?” Annaleigh brought a hand to her chest dramatically. “Who am I to deny him my presence.”

“You’re a flirt.”

“Prude.” Annaleigh teased. “At least I’m getting somewhere with my man.”

“Your man?” Both Janice and Serena looked at her incredulously.

“He will be before the mission is up.” Annaleigh nodded confidently. Yes, she’d make Leonard McCoy make an honest woman out of her, and she’d be more than happy to make an honest man out of him.

“I like you two,” Janice said with a laugh.

“Because we’re entertaining,” Serena asked.

“Oh, very much so.” Janice laughed.

“Well, Janice, I think we’re going to be fabulous friends.” Annaleigh nodded.

****

Serena was glad they were settled. She pulled out her PADD to look through her rotations. She looked intently through them, wondering if, for a moment, Spock would be in any of those rotations.

“Trying to find out if you’re gonna be stuck with your hunk?” Annaleigh asked as she plopped onto the bed.

Serena gave an uncharacteristic groan, covering her face.

“Trying to avoid him?” Annaleigh asked.

“Anna, how does love work when you’re both barely human, and you’re pretty sure the other person is only nice to you out of politeness,” Serena asked as she fell back on the mattress. She could feel conflicting emotions slowly taking over any Vulcan propriety.

“A miracle, mostly,” Annaleigh responded honestly. “Though it looked like he was ready to get you alone as soon as he could.”

“I suppose. I wound up apologizing for that night.”

“I still can’t believe you did that. Even less that it didn’t warrant a diplomatic issue.”

“Clan V’los and Clan S'chn T'gai are political allies. But he was married at the time.”

“Damn, you slut.”

“They’re divorced now.”

“Get drunk and go confess again.”

“Anna, why are you like this?”

“I’m an illogical sentient mass run completely by electricity and unfathomably reckless.”

Serena laughed. “You are. If you do end up involved with the doctor, I may just start believing in miracles.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment. Anyways, we promised Janice we would meet her and Nyota for drinks.” Annaleigh said as she stood. “Can I borrow a dress?”

“Of course.” Serena nodded as she forced herself to sit up.

“You should wear that cute prairie dress Doris got you for your 24th birthday. The brown one. It’ll look so cute with your necklace.”

“That sounds acceptable.” Serena nodded, touching her necklace blankly.

“You know,” Annaleigh said as she rummaged through Serena’s closet. “You could just get drunk again and make him wish he had answered you immediately.”

“Anna,” Serena said with a shake of her head. “I’ll be okay. It’ll take a few days, but I will be okay.”

“You’re a terrible liar for a Vulcan.”

“I’m being sensible.” Serena huffed before going to grab her clothes to change.

“You wanna jump his bones and commit a carnal marriage!” Anna sang.

“I could say the same about you and the doctor!”

“I’ve made it no secret that if Leonard McCoy asks me to share a bed, we’ll be sharing a bed for life.”

“Whore!”

“Prude!”

***

Leonard walked into Jim’s office, all too pleased with himself.

“You seem to be in a good mood, Bones,” Jim said.

“I’ve got a beautiful woman working med bay with me. And I might take her out to dinner.” Leonard replied as he took a seat. He gave a teasing glance to Spock. “Say, Spock, how are you planning on wooing your girl.”

“I do not have a girl to plan to woo,” Spock said with a frown.

“Really?” Leonard looked like a small child at Christmas. “I heard, from Annaleigh, that you were quite sweet on our new toxicologist.”

“She is my friend, and I treated her accordingly,” Spock replied.

“Well, if that is the case, why don’t Jim and I have friendship necklaces?” Leonard asked, watching Spock. He could see the small moment of emotion that passed through Spock’s eyes.

“What’s this about friendship necklaces?” Jim asked with a laugh.

“Oh, can I tell him?” Leonard asked teasingly.

“I had a piece of jewelry I had no use for and gave it to Ensign Zurine. It is not being sweet as you so callously put it.” Spock replied.

Jim laughed, seeming a bit out of it. Leonard glanced at Spock, who returned a concerned look.

“You alright, Jim?” Leonard asked.

“Just in thought, Bones,” Jim replied.

“You sure?”

“Yes, I’ll be going to the bridge soon. Go, catch up with your lady friends,” Jim shooed them off.

****

Spock and Leonard shared a glance before Leonard got up and left. Spock watched the captain before speaking.

“Does this deep thought have to do with the incident on Psi 2000?” Spock asked bluntly.

“I was worried you’d ask that,” Jim said with a laugh. “I suppose a bit of jealousy hit watching Bones flirt with our new doctor.”

“You have had numerous flirtations, Captain; I fail to comprehend the reason for your envy.”

“A flirtation is rarely serious.”

“Because it does not guarantee a shore to walk on?”

Spock watched as Jim flinched a bit. “Yes, Mr. Spock. You don’t have to call me out.”

Spock looked at the wall. “I will point out anything that will negatively affect the ship.”

Jim laughed a bit. “It could be that, or perhaps you have found yourself in a similar predicament?”

“I do not believe so.”

“Really? I may not be so keen on the Vulcan ways, but you don’t tend to stare as much as you have been this day.”

Spock raised a brow. “I do not follow, Captain.”

“Let’s just say I know something you don’t want me to know.”

“Like?”

“Oh, Spock,” Jim grinned. “You’ll have to wait and see.”

Spock frowned and shook his head. “I’ll see you on the brig.”

“Aren’t you going to the rec room?”

“Why would I go to the recreation room?”

“Oh, Janice mentioned she, Serena, and Annaleigh would be having drinks.”

Spock raised his brow at the casual use of the women’s names. He tilted his head and looked at Jim curiously.

“Something wrong, Mr. Spock?” Jim gave an all too innocent smile.

“Nothing, Captain. I shall see you on the brig.”

*****

Serena watched as Annaleigh entered the rec room. It was hard to ignore such a loud person, she thought. She smiled at Janice, who was waving them over.

“Hello, Janice.” Serena greeted with the Vulcan salute.

“Serena!” Janice smiled. “Annaleigh, get over here.”

Annaleigh strutted over and sat down. “Hello, my dear!” She said with a laugh.

Serena shook her head and took her seat.

“Are the quarters okay?�� Janice asked.

“They are acceptable and received with great gratitude.” Serena nodded.

“Oh, absolutely fabulous,” Annaleigh nodded. “So, what’s the 411 on the fun around here.”

“We’ll if we’re not on the verge of death, we have music nights, card nights. Lots of different things to boost morale between us all.” Janice said.

“Music nights must be nice,” Serena said, unable to help a soft smile.

“Are you fond of music?” Janice asked.

“Fond of music? If this girl weren’t so position-obsessed, she’d be the first Vulcan Pop star on earth.” Annaleigh teased.

“Music is a form of art that serves as a good basis of logic. It must be precise, full of intent, and pleasing.” Serena said. “It is the manipulation of sound in its most perfect form.”

“You sound very impassioned about music.” Janice smiled.

“My father was passionate about music. It was his passion after the stars.” Serena nodded.

“Doesn’t your name mean a song or something in Vulcan?” Annaleigh asked.

“She who sings for Glory… if you pronounce it correctly,” Serena confirmed.

“So your name isn’t Serena?” Janice asked. Serena could easily see her confusion.

“Serena is how you would pronounce it in English and how it is translated into English documents. However, the correct pronunciation is a bit more difficult.” Serena explained. “My name comes from the expression She Who Sings For Glory.”

“I see… Do we pronounce Mr. Spock’s name correctly?” Janice asked.

“Yes.” Serena lied, knowing full well Spock would have her head if she ever explained how to pronounce his name. She would never understand that man’s utter need to remain as vague as possible. She knew Vulcans were private. She was quite private in her dealings. But Spock, in her mind, lived for the dramatics of it all. She had heard the same of his father from her father and grandmother.

Annaleigh gave her a strange look before shrugging. “Let’s drink?”

“We only have synthetic alcohol. Is that okay?” Janice asked.

“Probably for the best. We do not want a drunk Vulcan. They’re impossible.” Annaleigh teased.

“Drunken humans are worse,” Serena said with a roll of her eyes.

“Only if we’re trying to forget something.”

Janice giggled as she stood to go grab them drinks. Serena sighed a bit, slouching forward. She felt exhausted the longer she stayed there. Still, she had promised, and she knew Annaleigh would probably be upset if she left.

“Just two drinks, and we go to bed?” Annaleigh asked.

“I will have one, and then you can enjoy your night. Besides, I’m sure you’d like to enjoy Dr. McCoy’s presence.” Serena teased.

“You’re right.” Annaleigh nodded sagely.

“Here you ladies are!” Janice said as she brought them drinks.

“Thank you.” Serena nodded.

“You’re an Angel, Janice,” Annaleigh said.

“Oh, I try.” Janice laughed.

Serena smiled as the idle chat began. She listened as Janice and Annaleigh shared stories of their experiences in the academy. She was happy to be partially aware of the conversation, too tired even for her thoughts.

“Serena,” Annaleigh’s voice snapped her out of her trance. “What was the name of that one group you liked?”

“ABBA?” Serena replied.

“Yes.” Annaleigh nodded.

“Why?”

“We were talking about music, remember?”

“My apologies; I was lost in thought.”

“Do you want to call it a night?” Janice asked.

“I will retire. Please enjoy your evening.” Serena said. “We should do this again soon. Thank you for the drinks, Janice.”

“Of course! See you tomorrow!” Janice nodded.

“I’ll see you in a bit.” Annaleigh waved.

Serena nodded before heading off. She let out a tired sigh as soon as she was alone. She knew it would likely be a bit before Annaleigh would return to the room, so it would be fine if she went to a different rec room.

If her memory of the map she had was correct, there was a rec room nearby that she could also go to. She thought for a moment longer and decided it would be better to go t her room. She was exhausted. Any more excitement could wait.

#spock x oc #sta trek #star trek #star trek fanfiction #janice rand/jim kirk #bones x oc #leonard mccoy x oc #chapter 3 woot

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bearsinpotatosacks · 4 years ago

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Cream and Two Sugars- A McChapel fic

Sickbay was quiet, something he would never say aloud due to the infamous rule of "Never say it's quiet because it soon won't be". They'd done all the physicals, the check-ups and the shots, in fact, he was quite surprised at how quickly they could get work done with a day away from emergencies and a crew that would cooperate.

Leonard was trying to get some work done, trying being the opulent word. Christine had just come back from the labs, where she'd been working on some project just to keep up her skills from the long lost days of her scientific career.

Her hair was up today, he could see the lack of tension in her neck. She was behind him now and whistling a tune to herself as she wrote up her findings.

He tried to look back at his PADD to read the report but the words muddled together into the same scribbled nonsense. She stood up behind him and grabbed his mug, her perfume swirled around his head. He gulped.

"Len," She was the only one allowed to call him that. "Coffee?"

"Yeah, but without all that cream and sugar shit you put in yours,"

"I have my tastes and you have yours,"

He scoffed, "Taste's one thing, masking that taste is another,"

The mugs clicked in her hand as she placed them under the duel-stream coffee maker inset into the wall. She started to hum just as she replied, "Just because you have to consume everything as bitter as your soul, doesn't mean I do,"

With that he shot up, discarding the stylus onto his desk as he rushed across the room to her side. He heard her breath catch in her throat as his warming cologne, her floral perfume and the steaming coffee scents all mixed.

Christine had held his interest for a few months now and he had a sneaking suspicion that she did too. He knew there was a possibility she didn't, that her heart still belonged somewhat to Spock. But now the first officer was wholeheartedly in love with the Captain he thought he might have a chance.

"I think we both know my soul ain't as bitter as my coffee," He made sure his words stroked the exposed skin of her neck.

"I don't know, there's little evidence to say otherwise,"

He feigned shock, "Little evidence, have you ever seen me being kind to a child, or one o'those ensigns barely out of the Academy. I think you'll find that I am a very considerate and gentle person-"

She started to prepare her coffee when he turned her around to look deeply in her blue eyes. They gulped in unison and smiled. Both of them knew they were being silly, all these comments and the severe lack of personal space between them.

"Well, you could've had me fooled,"

She leant in and closed her arms around his chest, taking his scent in with deep breaths. He returned her embrace but held back slightly, wanting to nuzzle and kiss her neck, rub circles into her back and hold her tight enough to never let her go.

"Come on Leonard, show me this gentle side of yourself you're so proud of," She said.

She pulled her head back and saw him pull away when she leant in to kiss him. That fiery thrill in her stomach dissipating immediately. Had she been wrong? Maybe she'd missed the signs or let her infatuation mask reality?

"Leonard, did I read this wrong?"

He stood a few steps away when she reached for him. His own fire turned sour, almost purple as guilt became the fuel.

"No, I-"

"No? Then why are you pushing me away? We both want this, what's stopping us?"

He didn't reply. All she got was a look of despair, a sad longing in his eyes. She'd waited for Roger to show her she was truly worthy of devotion but he couldn't. His research was his devotion, never her. Spock had caught her eye and her will but he too had a reason, although a much more valid and understandable reason, not to return her feelings. She couldn't be rejected again, not after she'd been given a whiff of Leonard's splendorous love.

"Is it Starfleet? Because I don't care about them, I've always told you that. They may have trained me as a nurse but they can't control who I share my affections with," She still got no reply. "Perhaps because you're my boss? Well we both know that you've never treated me as your subordinate, everyone is in this sickbay is equally as needed and equally as busy, that's what you always say,"

He shook his head and clenched his hands. His body tensed, he was holding himself back.

"Then what? I know the looks we've shared mean something, the jokes and he touches. So if you're not going to do something about it then I deserve to get a reason why!"

And with that, he exploded, "Because I'm ten years your senior! I've had time to live and screw up and train and have kids and be married and get divorced and chase the possibilities and you're just getting to the good part,"

"You're getting to the part where you might start experimenting with people differently, you know what you like but you want to know how you like it. You're right in the sweet spot of having all the opportunities to get promoted and train to get whatever role you choose. None of that should include settling with a crotchety old coot who doesn't know if he's gonna stay in Starfleet or go home or go somewhere else entirely."

He stepped into her body again and took a moment to caress her face. She shuddered under his hand, letting herself relax and close his eyes, listen to the sounds of his voice.

"I can't offer you stability, I can't offer you a willingness to go off gallivanting to who knows where. I've felt trapped in a relationship before and I don't want you to realise when you're my age that you wasted your time on a crush that got too deep when you could've been out realising who you are,"

She held onto his hand and moved it from her face. They looked away from themselves, distracting themselves withdrawing abstract shapes on the backs of their palms. A rushing blush flooded her cheeks, and his too when she checked.

Why couldn't he accept that she wanted him? Was he that lacking in self-confidence or had someone taught him wrongly over years of disagreements?

"How do you know what I'll want in ten years? And why do you get to say what I should do in my thirties," She knocked his forehead with hers and lowered her volume so only he could hear it. "I've done my experimenting, I've had my major bad relationship and my heartbreaking unrequited love. Can't we have this?"

Their hands broke apart as she ran her hands over his chest. He was lean, not too muscular and not too thin. His scrubs were smooth over her hands as she lifted their heads and prepared their lips to kiss.

"Why can't we have this? Who told us we couldn't?"

"No one,"

Their eyes locked and everything internally stopped, dropping to the floor as her head floated just within her grasp for her to pull herself back together so she could truly enjoy this.

"Then why don't we give it a try, Len," They chuckled lowly at the nickname. "Why don't we try?"

She closed the gap and everything snapped back into place again. Her thoughts flew out of her head. His hands drew across her waist, running through the few loose hairs falling out of her bun and holding her still with a single grip.

They broke but dove back in. She'd never had something like this before. It wasn't passionate, she didn't have the urge to rip their clothes off and truly discover each other right there in the empty sickbay. Instead, it was home. It was warm blankets and old holofilms, family recipes and days spent in bed as snow fell outside.

He hummed as she pulled away to lay her head on his shoulder and lazily stroke the creases in his undershirt. They stood breathless for a moment before she whispered.

"How about we have a proper date?"

"Sounds like a good idea, how about twenty hundred hours in the mess hall on deck eight?"

"Deck eight? But no one goes there,"

He gave her that charming smile and her stomach swooped. "Exactly, no one goes there,"

They met in the middle again and fell into a routine. Her tongue flashed against his bottom lip just as he broke off and twisted his head to plunge in again. His hands grabbed a hunk of her dress in one hand as they bent slightly and bumped into the counter.

"Ehem, doctor,"

They turned with a gasp to see the Captain and the First Officer at the door to sickbay. Jim had that goofy smile on his face and Spock simply raised an eyebrow.

"I was going to say were you listening to Uhura's announcements, but you clearly were occupied," He made a signal for Bones to follow him. "We have a possible concussion on the bridge, come along,"

Leonard gave a wave to Christine and rubbed his face a few times in a failed attempt to hide the raging red flush on his face. She merely laughed and sipped her coffee as he left sickbay.

"Captain, did you get McCoy? Chekov says he's feeling drowsy," Uhura's voice said through Jim's communicator.

"Yes, we have him now, on our way up, Lieutenant,"

"Where was he Captain, I was beginning to think my transmissions weren't going through,"

"Oh not to worry, Lieutenant, Doctor McCoy was just having a meeting with his nurse," He said with a grin just as he collapsed to the floor after tripping over Leonard's outstretched foot.

"Oh sorry Captain, did I trip you up?" He said, changing his tone from joking to serious when he added. "And how about we start acting professionally, you know, how we're meant to?"

Spock gave one of his ghosts of a smile and stated simply, "That seems like far too great of a task for you Doctor, considering how you were just acting with Nurse Chapel,"

Leonard made a mental note to add more security on his office door just as he stepped onto the bridge and caught as woozy Chekov in his arms.

So, I wrote this in one night after having a day of major McChapel feels. Also, Christine is born in 2237 in TOS? I always thought she was closer to Bones' age but I guess not. I hope you enjoyed this, tell me if you did!

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