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I hope I'm not just a mutual to you, but someone you want to bring up in irl conversation so you have to awkwardly and cryptically say "my friend..." and refuse to elaborate on my origins or the origins of our friendships

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THE GODFATHER 1972, dir. Francis Ford Coppola

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Scotty gets dry hands a lot, but hates the feeling of lotion on his palms

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I want you to remember:

The fascists hate you too and they just will pretend otherwise until after they've killed the rest of us, before they turn on you.

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The Fic I won’t write game

Send me a ship and a fic title, and I’ll post a summary of the fic with that title I won’t write.

(Original game started by the puckurt comm mods here)

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In Our Favor

Part 427

McCoy

McCoy was feeling restless. The doctor had said the day before that Scotty would most likely be sent home the next afternoon. She’d been back that morning with a promise to check back again, but hadn’t mentioned releasing him. The prince stared blankly at the PADD in his lap. He was trying to read some homework, but the words had just flowed into a blur.

Scotty was dozing as McCoy looked over. He was doing well, but McCoy still couldn’t help but be worried. He let out a soft sigh. Worrying about what he could have done didn’t help. All he could do at the moment was be there for his husband.

A gentle tap at the door had McCoy looking over his shoulder. Averie opened it a small bit and looked in.

“The doctor sir.”

McCoy nodded and turned his PADD off before reaching for Scotty’s hand.

“Hey darlin’.”

He hated to wake Scotty. The door clicked shut again and the doctor’s footsteps were quiet.

Scotty blinked his eyes open slowly.

“Sorry to wake you cadet,” the doctor said with a gentle smile.

“It’s alright,” he replied before yawning.

“I’ll just get some more readings here,” the doctor peered down at the tricorder in her hands, and at the machines around Scotty’s bedside.

McCoy squeezed Scotty’s hand. Scotty gave him a smile in return.

“Everything has stayed steady since you were brought in here after surgery,” the doctor continued. She tapped through a few screens. “You’re doing very well. Yes…” She lowered the device in her hand and looked at Scotty. “…I’m assured by your progress, that you are healing as best as possible and have no qualms about sending you home.”

“Is there anything we need to do or know?” McCoy asked. “When we are home?” He wanted Scotty to be released, but now that it was going to happen he was suddenly filled with doubts. What ifs started crossing his mind.

“The nurse will be in with all the information you need,” the doctor said.

“Thank ye,” Scotty said as the doctor began to turn away.

“Yes. I’m sorry we met this way, but I’m glad you’re recovering well.”

Then she was out the door and gone.

“What if something happens when we get home?” McCoy said nervously.

“Then we call for help, love,” Scotty said with a reassuring squeeze to McCoy’s hand. “But ye heard her; I'm doing great.”

McCoy nodded, but his worry settled in a knot in his stomach. Just the day before Scotty had not been great.

“I suppose I should get our things packed back up,” McCoy said, looking around the room.

“Ye could get my clothes ready,” Scotty agreed.

McCoy went to the bag Jim had brought them and pulled out some pants and a shirt, he brought them back over to the bed. Then he went back to collecting their few things from the room.

“Ye’ve done that, now we’ll probably have to wait hours for the nurse,” Scotty chuckled.

Scotty was proven wrong as the nurse came in just fifteen minutes later. She was quick as she unhooked Scotty from machines and relayed his release information and home care plans to them. She reached in a pocket and handed a data card to McCoy.

“That has everything I’ve been saying on it. If you have any questions do not hesitate to call.”

McCoy slid the card in his own pocket as he nodded.

“Now Mr. Scott, you’re all ready. Get dressed and I’ll go grab a wheelchair.”

“A wheelchair?” McCoy frowned.

“I can walk,” Scotty added.

“Standard procedure for discharged patients,” the nurse said, and left the room.

“Georgiares procedure must be different,” McCoy shrugged.

“Must be.” Scotty pushed back the blankets, and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He landed on his feet and reached for the bed as he wobbled briefly. McCoy hurried to his side.

“It’s fine Len,” he reassured McCoy. “Just haven’t been up yet.” He smiled.

“Ok,” McCoy managed to get out in a steady voice.

Part 428

Scotty

A large reception committee was already waiting for Scotty and Leonard outside the academy. All their friends were there and Francine and Alasdair had also walked there directly from the hotel.

"I let everyone know," said Leonard, shrugging his shoulders as Scotty gave him a questioning look.

"And I'm very glad ye did," the Scotsman replied with a smile before turning to the group. "Hey everyone."

A few hugs and questions about Scotty's well-being followed, all of which he answered truthfully.

He was feeling better, but a wee bit tired and exhausted. The doctor had said that he would recover quickly if he followed all the instructions.

"Oh, I'm so glad you are okay, Montgomery Scotty." Jaylah tried her best not to squeeze her friend too hard.

"She was worried the whole time and couldn't even concentrate properly in class today," Aporal said with a grin as he patted Scotty on the shoulder. Jaylah stuck her tongue out at the Andorian.

"Come on, as if you weren't just as worried."

Aporal shrugged his shoulders.

"Me? No way. I've said from the start that Scottish boy is a fighter and will make it."

Even though Aporal played it cool, Scotty could see in his eyes that there was some truth in Jaylah's words.

"And you were right, Aporal." Leonard gave his blue-skinned friend a smile. Whatever had happened while he had been unconscious in the operating theater, Scotty knew that Aporal had given Leonard courage. And he was incredibly grateful to him for that.

"How much longer will you be in San Francisco?" Jim asked Francine after everyone had made sure that Scotty was all right.

"I think we'll be leaving tomorrow morning. I wanted to stay until Monty is out of hospital and now that he is..." She looked at her son. "Unless of course ye insist we stay longer."

But Scotty shook his head.

"Nae, mum. That's not necessary. I'm in good hands." He looked at Leonard, his friends and, of course, the royal security team.

"If yer mother is really ready to leave her baby," Granddad said with a smirk and Francine wiped a tear from her cheek. Then she hugged Scotty.

"Aye. I am. I trust everyone here to take good care of ye."

Scotty nodded.

"I'm sure they will."

"How about I reserve the kitchen for us so we can all eat together in peace tonight? I'm pretty sure you want to take it easy for now, don't you Scotty?"

The Scotsman gave Uhura a grateful smile.

"That sounds very good, Ny. If it can be done so spontaneously?"

"Oh, I can manage that." Uhura waved her hand dismissively. "I'll just turn on the charm."

"Then go to yer room and get some rest for now. We'll let ye know when everything is ready," Francine said and Scotty thought once again about how lucky he was to have such great friends and family.

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Hey, I feel like everyone should be aware that teachers in the U.S. are being taught how to deal with when I.C.E comes into their classrooms looking for undocumented immigrants (students aka children). I.C.E officers are allowed to detain teachers if they believe they are protecting students. This is actual dystopian shit. Putting children on planes without their parents and dropping them off at an airport in a probably unsafe country where they have little to no connections is inhumane! Everyone should be appalled!

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In Our Favor

Part 425

McCoy

“I’d have brought ye a tea too if I’d known ye were awake,” Granddad said, looking at McCoy as Averie closed the door behind him.

“I’m fine for now Granddad,” McCoy replied politely.

“Less of a crank now are ye?”

McCoy wanted to protest, but couldn’t help the grin on his face.

“It’s about Scotty,” he said a moment later, after Granddad had settled back in a chair. “I promised you I’d keep him safe.”

“Len—”

“Aye lad and ye’ve done yer best.”

McCoy looked down as a light blush spread across his face.

“I should have done more…”

“No mo ghràdh!” Scotty reached over for McCoy’s hand. “Ye’ve done plenty!”

“Don’t ye go blaming yerself yer highness.”

“If I wasn’t so stubborn we could have had better security from home sooner.”

“Leonard, even if we’d had Andre and his team, they couldn’t have predicted a Starfleet member would turn on us.” Scotty squeezed his hand until McCoy looked up at him.

“I’ll give ye lads a moment.” Granddad stood, taking his tea with him and left the room.

“Come here Len,” Scotty said softly. He pulled on McCoy’s hand.

The prince stood up and moved closer to the bedside. Scotty let go and let his arms spread wide. Carefully he let Scotty pull him close in an embrace. Tension McCoy didn’t realize was there began to lessen as he clung tightly to his husband.

“I lost you,” he whispered as his eyes pricked. He closed them tight to hold back the tears.

“I’m right here,” Scotty answered, and his voice sounded as rough as McCoy’s felt. “We’ll get through this love, together.”

McCoy nodded and slowly pulled himself back together. Scotty was the one who was hurt, and he needed McCoy to be strong.

“You’re right,” he said as he stood back up from the hug. “We will get through this.”

A light tap on the door a few minutes later signaled Granddad returning. He thanked Averie for getting the door, since his hands were full.

“Better lads?”

McCoy nodded as Scotty answered an affirmative.

“Here,” Granddad said as he handed McCoy a cup. “Two sugars for his highness.”

McCoy let out a tight laugh, but accepted the tea gratefully. “Thank you.”

“Now, this admiral,” Granddad said as he sat down facing the two. “Do ye trust her? She seems competent.”

McCoy glanced at Scotty who was glancing at him.

“Aye,” Scotty nodded as he looked back at the older man.

“It isn’t her fault someone else was weak,” McCoy said. “She’s treated us fairly—”

“And took us seriously from the start,” Scotty added. “And is keeping us informed.”

“And hasn’t called me out on my behavior,” McCoy said, his face reddening in embarrassment. His empty hand came up to run across his face.

Part 426

Scotty

It didn't take much longer for Francine to join them again too. With her she brought a huge pot which was filled with delicious smelling soup.

"Mmmm, that smells amazing, Francine. But... where did you find a place to cook something?" Leonard asked with a gentle smile as he helped Francine fill up the soup plates for all of them.

"Oh, it was actually quite easy. I just paid a visit to yer academy and asked some of yer friends if I could use one of the communal kitchens by any chance. Nyota said that it was no problem and she showed me the one some of the students living in her dorm use. All the cadets were very nice to me once they found out who I was."

Scotty couldn't keep a frown from his face as he heard that.

"I bet everyone on campus knows what happened by now", he said in a low voice and stared at his blanket.

Leonard and him had finally been able to just blend in. They had been regular cadets like everyone else. And now? Now all that was probably going to end. People would recognize and judge them for who they were. Something they had tried to prevent all the time.

"Well, ye cannae expect nobody to hear about an incident like that, lad," Granddad said, taking the plate Leonard was offering him with a grateful nod.

"Aye, I know. It's just... I was hoping it would be easier to keep a low profile at the academy." Scotty let out a heavy sigh. "Guess I was wrong."

When a hand touched his the young Scotsman finally lifted his gaze from the blanket and looked at the person next to him. To his surprise it wasn't Leonard, but his mother who sent him a soft smile.

"Ye cannae control what happens in yer life, Monty, but ye can control the way ye deal with it. Aye, it's quite probable that people will notice who the two of ye are. Ye will draw attention to yerselves, but ye will show all the people that ye are strong and not afraid. Then they will see that the both of ye will make fine Starfleet officers one day. Let's be honest, once the two of ye are the best engineer and best doctor in the fleet ye will be well-known and popular anyway. Ye cannae stay in the shadows for all your life."

Scotty couldn't help but return the smile as he squeezed his mother's hand.

He had always been the one who didn't want to stand in the spotlight. But Francine was right. Sooner or later the goal of becoming the best engineer ever would gain him popularity one way or another.

He glanced at Leonard who was also smiling at Francine, however, the smile didn't reach his eyes. Something was obviously wrong, but Scotty didn't want to ask him in front of others.

Instead he picked up his spoon and tried the soup, letting out a content sigh after doing so.

"Mmm, it's delicious, a mhàthair. Just what my body needs to get better."

After their meal Francine and Granddad said that they would return the pot to the academy and then go to their hotel for a while. They wanted to give the two young men some time alone and Scotty was actually really grateful for that.

They sat in silence for a while, Leonard just stroking Scotty's hand, but finally the Scotsman spoke up.

"Are... ye okay, Len? If it's about what happened during surgery, I can assure ye that I'm fine. Ye don't have to worry about–"

But Leonard quickly shook his head.

"No. It's... it's something else."

Scotty gave him an inquiring look and Leonard's shoulders slumped.

"I... I feel like this is all my fault. If it weren't for me, then you wouldn't have to worry about others knowing and talking about you."

Scotty blinked in surprise. Then it clicked in his brain.

"Is this... because of what I said earlier? Oh, mo ghràdh, please. Don't worry about that. I... I was just a wee bit sad, but... mum is right. In the end, with all my plans to become a great engineer, I would never have been able to hide from the world forever."

"But you wouldn't have been hurt!" Leonard protested, but Scotty stopped him right away. His voice was stern, but the look in his eyes was soft.

"I already told ye and I will tell ye over and over again: it's not yer fault. Ye are the greatest thing that happened to me and nothing will ever change that. Nothing can destroy what we have. Never. I love ye, Leonard."

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i write for myself not for comments but dear god getting comments does so remind me of the joy of writing and sharing something

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Fun fact: ace people can wear clothing which can be interpreted as sexual despite being ace.

like

Just because someone has skin showing doesn’t mean they want to have sex. Thinking that sexual seeming clothing means someone wants to have sex is…kinda just really weird

this also applies to allo people (duh) but there was some stuff at the time going on with ace people so this post was primarily focused on ace people

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pls rb if you think cuddling doesn't have to be s3xual

im tryna prove a point to my bf's mother help me out

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In Our Favor

Part 423

McCoy

McCoy covered his mouth to hide a yawn. He really hadn’t gotten much sleep despite having laid down on the bed that had been brought in. His dreams had been unpleasant, things he didn’t want to remember.

He listened to Robbie and his sister talk with Scotty. Francine must have spoken with them the night before to arrange the chat. Had Robbie stayed home from class to be able to talk to his brother? Or did he have classes on Fridays? McCoy couldn’t remember at the moment. He certainly wouldn’t be attending his own classes that day. And who knew what the weekend would bring for Scotty and his healing. Maybe Monday classes would be right out too.

A hand gently shook his shoulder.

“Hmm?” McCoy blinked his eyes open and looked at Granddad next to him. The older man’s face showed his concern.

“Ye fell asleep love,” Scotty said.

The PADD was no longer in his hands. McCoy looked around and realized Francine must have put it away again.

“Did we finish talking to Leah and Robbie?” he asked.

“We did,” Scotty said with a weak smile. “Ye mostly snored.”

“I did not,” McCoy protested. All three Scott’s smiled at each other, but before anyone could say more there was a sharp knock on the door.

Averie opened it and Admiral Winston entered.

McCoy kept a sigh to himself.

“Good morning cadets. Ma’am, sir.” The admiral nodded at Francine and Alasdair. “I am Admiral Winston, in charge of security and this current investigation.”

The older Scotts introduced themselves.

“How are you today, cadet?” The admiral looked at Scotty.

“Better? The nurse has been in, but not the doctor yet.”

“Good. I see you have your security on the door.” She looked over at McCoy. “I spoke with your father yesterday evening. Starfleet’s security will continue to be heightened, but I am glad for the loan of his personnel.”

“Me too,” McCoy replied in what he hoped came out as a neutral tone.

“Besides coming to check on you, I wanted to inform you that we have made some progress. The officer who shot you has been cooperative and gave us a lead on where the Romulan has been staying. Unfortunately, he has already moved on, but we are continuing to follow up.”

“That’s something at least,” Granddad murmured.

“Obviously you two are dismissed from classes today,” Admiral Winston continued. “And I would like to extend that into next week if necessary. Your health is important and none of us would want you to overdo it too soon.”

“Where are your security officers?” Granddad asked. “Averie is on the door here, but I’ve nae seen your people.”

“Fair question sir,” the admiral nodded her head towards him deferentially. “At the moment the people I have chosen to watch over these two young men are in civilian clothes. Here in the hospital we’d prefer to not stand out.”

“So if someone tried something they’d think we were unprotected,” McCoy frowned.

“Yes, but not like that. I would not put you gentlemen in harm’s way as bait.” Admiral Winston looked taken aback at the idea.

McCoy let out a slow breath. Tiredness was turning to crankiness and he didn’t want to get himself in trouble. He reached over for Scotty’s hand and felt himself calm. Scotty gave him a squeeze.

“Mr. Scott I’m glad you’re feeling better. Ma’am, sir, it was a pleasure to meet you.” Admiral Winston took her leave.

“Leonard?” Francine began softly. “If ye’d like to go rest—”

“I’m not leaving,” he said stubbornly.

Francine smiled gently and nodded. “I know ye don’t want to, but ye could at least lie down.” She waved a hand at the extra bed. “We can keep quiet for ye.”

Scotty squeezed his hand again. “Mum’s right. Ye’re getting grumpy.”

“Hey!”

Scotty grinned. “Just kidding love. But please? Try to get some sleep?”

Slowly McCoy nodded. “Ok. But you don't all have to be silent because of me.”

“We won’t be, don’t worry,” smiled Francine.

McCoy stood up slowly, his body heavy and crossed over to the bed. The mattress was too firm, but he sank into it anyway.

Part 424

Scotty

It wasn't long before Leonard fell asleep and Scotty turned his attention to Francine and Alasdair. He was really glad that the two of them had come here. And he was also glad about the phone call they had organized. To see Robbie and Leah had been a good thing.

"He can be really stubborn sometimes," Francine said, glancing briefly at Leonard. She smiled gently and Scotty chuckled.

"Aye. It's usually like that when he's worried."

The smile on his mother's lips faded and she looked to Scotty, squeezing his hand.

"I just still can't believe it. I really thought this place would give ye a safe future and then... then this happens. I could've lost ye." Tears filled Francine's eyes and Scotty put his free hand on hers.

"But ye didn't, mum. And... if all goes well, Admiral Winston and the others will soon find the person responsible."

He said it, even though he didn't believe it himself. Somewhere out there on the streets was a Romulan who wanted to destroy them. A Romulan who had managed to force a member of Starfleet to commit such an act. And that scared Scotty beyond belief. He just didn't want to let it show in front of his family.

"But what if they don't? What if these people try again and... and..." Panic was written all over Francine's face and her voice threatened to crack, but Granddad interrupted her.

"Francine."

He gave his daughter-in-law a serious but gentle look and she swallowed hard, nodding. She wiped the tears from her cheeks with the back of her hand.

"A-aye. I ken. We... we have to keep calm and hope."

Alasdair nodded. He, too, disliked the whole situation, but he tried to remain the rock in the surf.

"If only there was some way we could help..."

"Ye do, a mhàthair. Ye help by simply being here with us. That's all ye need to do."

Francine nodded once more and tried to smile through the tears.

"How about... I... I cook something for ye? I'm sure I can find a kitchen somewhere."

"That sounds very good. I'm quite sure yer homemade soup will help me recover faster."

By the time Leonard woke up from his catch-up sleep, the doctor had already been there. She had told Scotty that they wanted to run a few more tests on him in the afternoon, but that the results looked good so far.

"Hey, mo ghràdh. I hope ye got some rest?" Scotty asked as Leonard sat up and rubbed his eyes.

"Yeah. It felt good." The prince let his gaze wander around the room. "How are you? Where are Francine and Granddad?"

Scotty smiled and waited until Leonard had stood up and joined him again.

"I'm all right. The doctor was here and she said everything looks good so far. Granddad's just getting some tea and mum's on her way to make us some soup."

Leonard blinked in surprise.

"Soup?"

Scotty nodded.

"Aye. She said she'd find some kind of kitchen. She... she's dying to do more for us."

"I can believe that. She's such a good soul." Leonard's gaze became thoughtful. "But she already does so much for us just by being with us."

Scotty shrugged his shoulders.

"I know. But if it helps her cope with everything, then I'm certainly not going to stop her."

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Ok, so we’re doing this

School today, on the two hour delay schedule

Prepare for no learning to happen lol

Taking my sweet time getting out the door because I only need to be there as close to my normal start time as safely as possible

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Don’t worry, I didn’t forget! There’s still an hour left of my birthday, and with that, here’s an update on a story! One that I promise is not abandoned! It just gets hard to focus on it with writer’s block and all. (And here’s a link to the other parts that have been posted in case it’s been too long for you: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38530636/chapters/96305530

Without anymore ado:

Wherever You Are, I Am

Part 47

“I haven’t seen Leah’s boys in so long,” McCoy said as they headed back downstairs. “They’ve got to be getting big now.”

Mrs. McCoy was at the stove when they entered the kitchen. Another woman was at the sink.

“Hi Leah,” McCoy called across.

The woman at the sink turned, then wiped her hands on a dishtowel. McCoy met her in the middle of the room for a hug.

“Lenny!” Leah said. “It’s nice to have you home.”

“It’s good to be here,” McCoy said. “This is Jaylah.” He waved her forward. “This is my sister Leah,” he said to Jaylah.

“Welcome Jaylah; it’s nice to have you here.”

“Thank you,” Jaylah replied.

Leah reached down for McCoy’s hand and examined the ring on it.

“Can’t believe you did it again,” she grinned.

“Come on Jaylah,” Mrs. McCoy said. “Those two have years of teasing to get out.” She led Jaylah to the table.

“And I can’t believe you forgot to tell us,” Leah said with an eyebrow raised. “Or invite us.”

“Hey!” McCoy laughed. “It just kinda happened. Emotions running high, ship destroyed, each thinking the other might be gone…”

“Yeah, yeah,” Leah said with a dismissive wave and a grin. “Wait. Are you really married? Or are you faking having a partner? Is that why we haven’t met him?”

“Jaylah…” McCoy called for help.

“Montgomery Scotty is real,” she said with a smile. “He is who saved me.”

“See?” McCoy rubbed it in his sister’s face.

“What’s she mean ‘saved?’” Leah asked.

McCoy made his way to the table with Leah and sat.

“Did you read about that last mission the Enterprise had?”

“The one that destroyed it?” Leah asked.

McCoy nodded. “Jaylah was there on Altamid. She escaped from Krall, and helped save us. Now she’s with us and going to the academy.”

A young boy ran into the kitchen before anything else could be said.

“Uncle Leo!” he exclaimed, and threw his arms around McCoy.

“Oh my goodness! Look how you’ve shot up Dylan!” McCoy said.

“I’m almost five feet,” the boy said excitedly.

“Hey,” McCoy said to his nephew, “this is my friend Jaylah.”

“Hi Jaylah! I’m Dylan.”

“Hello Dylan.”

“I like your markings,” Dylan said and motioned at his own face.

“Dylan!” Leah hissed, but Jaylah laughed.

“Thank you. My father told me they mean I am fierce.”

“You wanna help show Jaylah around tomorrow before dinner?” McCoy asked.

“Yeah!”

“Where’s your brother?”

“He’s out there with great-Nana and Dad.”

“Here you are,” Mrs. McCoy said, returning to the table with two plates. “Dylan, you run along and play. Let these two eat alright?”

“Yes grandma,” the boy said and trotted back out of the kitchen.

McCoy and Jaylah ate their dinner. Mrs. McCoy and Leah kept them company, in between getting up to check on things for the dinner the next day.

“I can put some coffee on if you want Leo,” Leah said.

“No, I’m good for now. Thanks.”

Leah nodded.

“What are the boys up to?” McCoy asked. “They’ve been awful quiet out there.”

“Steven promised them a movie earlier. It should be finishing soon.” Leah glanced across at the time. “And those two should be getting to bed soon.”

McCoy stood up. “Well let me see how big David’s gotten at least before you send them off. Wanna come darlin’?”

“Ok Dr. Bones,” Jaylah said and stood.

Leah raised an eyebrow at her brother. McCoy laughed.

“That’s what she calls me. Too much time around Jim,” he said, putting an arm around Jaylah’s shoulders. “Though, I know you know how to ask for me by my real name.” He winked at Jaylah, thinking back to her dislocated shoulder at the clinic.

“Fill me in later,” Leah laughed.

She picked up the empty dishes and walked to the sink. Mrs. McCoy was rolling something out on the counter. McCoy led Jaylah out to the living room where both his nephews were lying on the floor watching a movie. Their dad was reading in the corner and a small older lady was sitting on the couch. She noticed the newcomers first.

“Oh Leonard!” she called out and raised her arms.

McCoy walked right to her and leaned down for a hug.

“Hi Nana,” he smiled.

“I’m so glad to see you! Sit, sit!” Nana McCoy patted the couch next to her.

“Hi Steven,” McCoy called to the man in the corner.

“Hi Leonard,” his brother in law called back.

McCoy nudged one of the boys with his foot.

“Hey there David.”

“Hi Uncle Leo,” the boy looked over his shoulder quickly then turned back to the movie.

“Who’s this?” Nana asked, nodding at Jaylah.

“This is Jaylah. Jaylah, my Nana.”

“Hello.”

“Come sit dearie, I don’t bite.” Nana laughed.

Jaylah sat next to McCoy.

“Now Leonard, is this the one you married?” Nana continued. She peered at Jaylah with a smile.

McCoy laughed. “No Nana, Monty is out at Yorktown and couldn’t make it. Jaylah is a very dear friend; like family.”

Nana nodded. “Good. There’s always room for more family in this family. What do you do Jaylah?”

Jaylah looked puzzled. “What do I do?”

“Are you in Starfleet like Leonard?”

“Oh. I am at the academy.”

“And what do you study? Are you going to be a doctor?”

“Engineering.”

“Monty says she’s going to be a great one,” McCoy said. “She fixed up nearly an entire Federation starship by herself.”

“You fixed a starship?” Dylan had turned from the movie and sat up looking at Jaylah wide eyed.

“Montgomery Scotty made it fly,” Jaylah said.

“But it wouldn’t have done that without all the work you did first,” McCoy insisted.

“Did you get to fly it?” Dylan asked.

Jaylah shook her head.

“Have you flown other ships?”

“Shh,” said David over his shoulder at his brother's growing enthusiasm.

“I have not flown,” Jaylah said. “Only in the simulator at the academy.”

“Dylan has decided he wants to be a pilot,” Nana said.

McCoy looked at his nephew. The boy looked so much like Leah when they had been young. Behind Dylan, David turned the movie off as the credits began.

“What about you David? Know what you want to do yet?”

The other boy shook his head as he sat up.

“You gonna give me a proper greeting now your movie’s over?” McCoy teased.

David got up and hugged McCoy.

“You’re going to be taller than your mom any day now,” McCoy said.

David rolled his eyes.

“This is Jaylah,” he introduced her. “And this is David, Leah’s older son.”

“Hi,” David said as he sat back down by his brother. He cocked his head to the side as he looked at Jaylah. “Where are you from?”

“I don’t know,” Jaylah said softly. “I lived on Altamid, but I am not from there.”

“Her markings mean she’s fierce!” Dylan exclaimed to his brother.

“Time for bed!” Leah said entering the room.

“Mom!” David groaned. “Why can’t we stay up? It’s a holiday.”

“It’s already nine thirty!” Leah said.

“Come on boys, let’s go,” said Steven, getting up. “Say good night.”

“Good night,” David and Dylan chorused. One at a time they each leaned down to kiss Nana on the cheek.

The boys left the room slowly followed by their parents. The three left in the living room could hear when the boys called goodnight to Mrs. McCoy, then the sounds of footsteps on the stairs.

“They’re good boys,” Nana said. “I’m so happy to see you here Leonard,” she continued after a pause. “I try to follow the doings of the Enterprise as much as I can, and oh I was so worried about you after that last mission.”

McCoy saw a tear forming in the corner of his Nana’s eye.

“They didn’t say much at first, except the ship had been destroyed. That wait to see your name…” she grabbed McCoy’s hand and squeezed. McCoy covered their joined hands with his other one. “And that’s where this young lady comes in is it?”

“Yes Nana. Jaylah was living and working on an old Federation ship and helped us escape.”

“And James T and Montgomery Scotty helped me escape,” Jaylah said.

“Monty and I took Jaylah in, and well, she’s family now. She’s even a McCoy Nana,” McCoy smiled.

“What?” Nana asked in surprise.

“I did not have another name. Dr. Bones let me use his and Montgomery Scotty’s.”

“Well! Another McCoy! That’s wonderful dearie.”

McCoy felt Nana’s fingers touching the ring on his finger. He moved his other hand away so she could see.

“Now, tell me about this husband of yours Leonard…”

“You doing alright darlin’?” McCoy asked when they had gone up to their room for the evening.

“Yes Dr. Bones,” Jaylah said with a smile. “I like your family.”

“You feel overwhelmed at all, you go right ahead and find somewhere quiet. All these McCoy’s together can get a bit boisterous.”

Jaylah nodded her acknowledgement and went into the bathroom.

McCoy woke first and stretched himself out as he sat up. He gathered his things and went silently into the bathroom, hoping the noise wouldn’t wake Jaylah. Though, she lived in the dorms, hopefully she could sleep through all kinds of noises.

He glanced across at her peaceful, sleeping face as he finally left the room.

Downstairs the smell of strong coffee hit him and he breathed it in happily. He followed the scent into the kitchen.

“Good morning Leonard. Did you sleep alright?” Mrs. McCoy was stirring something on the stove.

“Like a log Ma,” he chuckled and went to the coffee pot. “Mmm,” he said after a sip, “no one makes it like you.” He lifted the cup in salute to his mother. “No one else up yet?” He asked as he moved to stand at the counter opposite Mrs. McCoy.

“I thought I heard Nana moving around, but no one else has come in yet.”

“You need any help?” he asked after he had another drink and set the mug on the counter.

“Do you want to stir, or get out the breakfast dishes?”

“Whichever you want me to do Ma.”

Mrs. McCoy held out the handle of the spoon to him and he stepped forward to take it.

“What time we eating today?” he asked as Mrs. McCoy got out bowls.

“About 3 or so,” she replied.

They fell quiet, working contentedly. McCoy looked up at the sound of someone else entering the kitchen. He smiled at the sight of his young nephew still wiping sleep from his eyes.

“Morning Dylan,” he greeted him.

“Hi Uncle Leo. Hi Grandma.”

“What are you doing up early?” McCoy asked as the boy made his way over.

Dylan shrugged. “Mom was snoring.”

McCoy let out a bark of laughter. Trust the young to be truthful.

“What’s for breakfast?” Dylan asked, trying to look in the pot.

“Oatmeal,” McCoy answered.

“What do you want on yours Dylan?” Mrs. McCoy asked.

“Ooo, what is there Grandma?” Dylan moved away towards the table.

McCoy grabbed one of the bowls his mom had sat by him and dished a few scoops into it. He dished a second bowl, then turned the heat down under the pot. He carried the two bowls to the table, then went back for a third.

“Could you pass the blueberries?” McCoy asked his nephew. “Thanks.” He sprinkled a few in, and watched Dylan do the same. He drizzled in a bit of honey, and held back a grin when his nephew followed suit.

“Anything else?” McCoy asked.

Dylan shook his head and began to eat. McCoy looked at his mother and shared a smile.

“Jaylah! Are you ready?”

Dylan went flying to the stairs yelling.

“Dylan!” Leah admonished her son, “Don’t yell in the house!”

“He’s fine,” McCoy laughed, “Just excited.”

Leah rolled her eyes at her brother. “Says the one with no kids.”

“Hey! Now you know that’s unfair. I have to deal with Jim everyday locked on a starship.” McCoy stuck his tongue out at his sister.

“Now who’s being childish?” Leah asked back with a raised brow.

Jaylah came down the stairs at that point.

“Are you ready?” Dylan asked eagerly.

“Yes,” Jaylah said with a smile.

“Can we go now Uncle Leo?”

“Where’s David? Did he want to come too?”

“Dunno,” Dylan called over his shoulder. He had already grabbed Jaylah’s hand and was leading her to the back door.

“Dr. Bones!” Jaylah looked back in surprise.

McCoy and Leah couldn’t help but laugh.

“I’ll send David out if he wants,” Leah said.

McCoy nodded and followed after Jaylah and his nephew. He grabbed his coat off the hook and Jaylah’s as well. Once outside he handed hers over and put his own on. Dylan had put his on before he went running and yelling through the house.

“Can we go to the stable first Uncle Leo? Please?”

“What is a stable?” Jaylah asked.

“Don’t tell!” Dylan looked at McCoy. “We can surprise her!”

McCoy laughed. “It’s a surprise darlin’.”

“Come on, come on!” Dylan urged them as he ran ahead.

“Think he's a bit taken with you,” McCoy said as they followed the young boy.

Jaylah frowned at him.

“Taken?”

McCoy laughed. “He wants you to be his friend.”

“Oh.”

McCoy held back another laugh as Dylan opened the stable door and Jaylah followed him in. A gasp was followed by a whinny and McCoy entered the stable behind Jaylah.

“Dr. Bones!” Jaylah grabbed his arm. “What are these?”

“This is Honey and that’s Max,” Dylan said. He was reaching up to rub at Honey’s neck.

“They’re horses darlin’,” McCoy said.

“They are huge,” Jaylah said with wide eyes.

“They’re big, but they’re sweet as sugar,” McCoy said. He walked to the horse Dylan wasn’t rubbing. “Aren’t you girl?” he said to the horse, petting along by her mane. The horse let out a neigh, then ducked her head towards McCoy. “I don’t have anything for you right now,” he laughed at the horse nosing at him. “Wanna pet her?”

“Pet?” Jaylah asked, her eyes still wide.

“Like this!” Dylan called out and demonstrated.

Jaylah moved slowly over next to McCoy. She slowly let McCoy guide her hand along the horse’s neck.

“We can go for a ride later,” Dylan told Jaylah.

“Ride?” She looked at McCoy, her eyes widening again.

“Tomorrow maybe Dylan. Don’t think there’s enough time with dinner today.”

“Guess that’s true Uncle Leo,” Dylan said with a frown.

“Come on, we’ve got lots more to see before we need to get dressed for dinner,” McCoy said.

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Ok, pics incoming, I finished building the Enterprise (mostly it was stickers, so many dang stickers…)

Also it’s big 😱 where this sucker is going to fit, I don’t know lol

Sorry the first pic is full of legs and arm, I had a cramped space to work in 😆

It lights up and makes sounds! Look at the dilithium glow!!

Everyone’s at their stations 😁 I love it! My fam is awesome!

Totally not misbehaving crew members down here ⬇️

No one is trying to make out on the bridge, nope 😆

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Some assembly required:

(guess I’ll unpack Scotty first for help lol!)

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Hahaha

If you’re one of these four you got front of the box billing:

And if you’re Scotty, Chekov or Sulu, you come in a bag:

Look what the fam got me!!!!! 😍🤩😍