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kaitymccoy123 · 7 years

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Messy

Intro: So this monster of a fic I wrote literally in the past 24 hours in response to @whatif-animagineblog ‘s post about Leonard’s laugh. Read it here.

I do still have drabbles to write and my Kirk series to finish but of course I needed to write this first. The fic doesn’t necessarily focus on the laugh, but it is in there and did make me smile. I hope it makes you smile too.

Pairing: Bones x reader

Word Count: 2870

Summary: So basically the reader and Bones end up making a mess in the kitchen, the reader ending up making Bones laugh (wheeze and snort) after he has had a stressful day. A little sweet love at the end. Very fluffy. Much fluff.

-Enjoy!-

The bottom line was that you wanted to bake a cake. That's literally all you wanted to do and unfortunately being on a starship in the middle of space made it extremely difficult. So you snuck into the kitchens after hours and were ecstatic to find the ingredients you needed.

The truth was, you weren't very good at baking, but when you set your mind to something, it got done, whether or not it was a complete disaster.

So you gathered your ingredients and started pouring, using a recipe that you pulled up on your PADD. You put on some music, letting the upbeat tunes fill the small room, making you unbelievably happy.

"What are you doing?"

You jumped 10 feet up in the air, knocking the flour bag over, spilling it all over the counter-top and onto the floor. You had not expected anyone to find you in here.

You spun around, your heart beating so hard you thought it was going to jump out of your chest and you now saw the source of the voice was the Chief Medical Officer, and your best friend, Leonard McCoy.

"Len! Fuck! You scared me." You set the spoon in the bowl and tried to catch your breath, shutting off the music.

Leonard walked over to you, chuckling lowly, "Sorry, darlin', I thought you heard me come in."

He neared you, pulling your adrenaline-filled form to his chest briefly, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head before releasing you and inspecting the mess you were making.

That is the way it was between you two. Totally comfortable with one another, and soft kisses on the cheek or forehead, or big hugs, were not uncommon. Yes, people often thought you two were dating, or that you should be dating, but it wasn't like that. You had known him since the Academy, and being in the medical stream together meant a lot of late-night study sessions and stressful exam seasons. It brings people together.

You had thought about him as more than friends a couple times, and you know he had thought about it too, but the timing was never right. Either you were with someone, or one of you was off on an away mission, or there was just something going on that prevented it. And after a while you had just forgotten about those feelings and focused them into being friends, and colleagues. And it was good.

"What are you doing?" Leonard repeated, righting the flour bag.

"Baking." You responded, picking up the spoon again and continuing your endeavor.

"Mhmmm." Leonard hummed.

He dragged a finger through the flour, drawing a line as he rounded the island you were working at, moving to the counter on the far wall directly across from your work station. He pulled himself up to sit facing you, leaving his legs dangling and he leaned forward to rest his forearms on his thighs, playing with his fingers, his eyes focused on his hands.

"What's wrong, Len?" You inquired, dumping another measuring cup of flour into the bowl.

"Nothing." He responded, not moving from his focused position.

"Bullshit." You called and he finally brought his eyes to yours, and you raised an eyebrow.

He knew you knew something was wrong, you could read each other like books. You cracked an egg into the bowl, only dropping a few pieces of shell into the batter.

"It's nothing." He whispered.

"If it's bugging you it's not nothing." You assured.

He sighed, rubbing his hands over his face, "It's so trivial, and dumb, I..."

"Spit it out."

He smiled to himself before looking up at you. It was something you said to each other when you weren't talking. When either of you was frustrated or couldn't find the right words. It was like secret code for ‘you know you can trust me so let it all out’. You started picking the pieces of shell out with your fingernails as you waited for him to speak.

"Jocelyn is getting re-married. I just received the invite to their wedding."

You couldn't help yourself. You burst out laughing.

"It's not funny, Y/N." Leonard warned.

"No, I know it's not, but..." You tried to control your laughter, settling yourself down, "she invited you? That's like the shittiest thing in the world to do. Invite your ex-husband to your new wedding. HA. What a bitch."

"Finally! Someone who agrees with me!" Leonard perked up now and leaned his head back against the cupboards, raising his hands for emphasis before bringing them down with a loud clap on his thighs.

"Why? Who was disagreeing with you?" You asked, splashing a little more sugar into the bowl because the batter just didn't taste sweet enough.

"Don't eat raw eggs, you'll get salmonella." Leonard noted.

"Shut up, mom." You teased, licking the spoon for emphasis.

He huffed a laugh before responding to your question, "Well I was talking to Sulu and Uhura and they seemed to think that it is somewhat of a peace offering between us. And they said I should go to the damn wedding. What an idea. "

You nodded your head in thought, "Well I disagree with the peace offering thing, but I do think you should go."

Leonard looked up at you in bewilderment, "What?!"

"Go to the wedding. Bring a really hot date, and show up just to spite her." You were getting into this idea now, and Leonard slid off the counter, standing now on the far side of the island you were working on, his arms resting on the counter's surface.

"Yeah, like, prance around all high-and-mighty saying 'why yes I am the CMO of the Enterprise' and 'yes I have this beautiful girl on my arm who is super smart and has a million dollars'. Oooo! Or better yet, take Jim. That'll really get people talking."

Leonard was smiling at you now, and you felt a tinge of pride at being able to elicit it.

"You are insane, you know that?"

"I am not insane." You replied in mock horror, and meant to slam your hand down on the counter in protest but you missed and hit the edge of the mixing bowl, tipping the entire bowl of batter over the edge of the counter.

You gasped in shock as the bowl hit the floor and cool batter splattered all over your legs and feet.

You heard Leonard start to laugh and you shot him a glare, but it wasn't very successful as your mouth was still open in shock.

"Not funny, Len." You hissed, but that just made him laugh more.

"It's pretty funny, darlin'."

You growled and took a few tentative steps out of the sticky goo, careful not to slip. Your hands were also covered in the batter and you placed them gently in the spilt flour as Leonard wasn't looking as he was doubled-over, laughing.

"Your face..." He wheezed as you neared him, your shoes laying batter footprints on the tile floor.

"It was funny, huh?"

Leonard nodded as he seemed to regain his composure.

"Not as funny as this!" You yelled as you lunged for his face, smearing your batter and flour covered hands along his cheeks.

Now you were the one doubled-over in laughter at the look on his face.

"You..." Leonard warned seconds before he lunged at you, narrowly missing your waist as you turned to run away.

You screeched in laughter as you rounded the counter, dashing away from him.

Now, the next succession of events occurred because of two reasons. 1. You are a very clumsy person and barely have control over your limbs. and 2. You somehow forgot about the slick batter that covered the floor.

As you rounded the counter your feet hit the puddle of batter, limbs swiftly flying out from under you and you hit the ground on your side, hard. The wind was knocked out of you and you could only lay there, trying to breathe, for a few moments.

You heard Leonard laughing, "Are you a-AGH!"

The next thing you knew he had slipped in the batter too and ended up on the floor beside you. His landing had splattered batter all over your arms and face and you gasped in horror. Leonard looked over at you, his face contorted in a mix of concern and wanting to laugh.

"A-are you o-kay?" He gasped for breath and his hand found your side as if he could steady you.

"Are you okay?" You responded, looking him up and down to see if he had injured himself.

When your gaze found its way up to his eyes you both stared at each other for a second, as if you couldn't believe you had gotten into this situation.

Then you started to laugh. Low and quiet at first but as you saw Leonard start to laugh as well, you couldn't keep it hidden any longer. Soon the both of you were literally rolling on the floor laughing. And you couldn't help but watch him amidst the tears of laughter rolling down your cheeks. His face was contorted with laughter, his eyes squeezed shut. And he had started to wheeze. Usually he had a full, low laugh, but now it seemed he couldn't catch his breath because he was laughing too hard. His batter-covered hand reached up and clenched at his chest, as if laughing was actually painful, and he smeared the sticky batter all over his shirt. This only made you laugh harder. You went into full silent-laugh mode, not able to breath, your mouth wide open, your eyes squeezed shut, and then just.... snort.

At first you thought you'd snorted, and sprung your eyes open to see if Leonard was going to tease you about it, but the look on his face said it all. It was him who had snorted. He looked at you so innocently, as if he was a kid getting hiccups for the first time, not knowing how he had made that sound.

Then another wave of laughter shot through you and you started all up again. You felt the batter soak into your back but you couldn't find it in yourself to care.

You tried to calm down, you really did, but every time Leonard snorted you couldn't contain your giggles.

It felt like hours that the two of you were lying there, laughing, moving progressively closer together, sharing little touches as you laughed. Finally you got yourself under control, and you felt yourself relax, your neck muscles actually sore from holding you head up while laughing. Leonard sat up beside you and helped you move to sit up, batter dripping off your clothes as you leaned against the counter.

"I haven't laughed that hard in.... I don't know how long." Leonard breathed, a smile still evident on his face.

It was true. The two of you had shared your fair share of laughs, but this was the loudest and heartiest you had ever heard him laugh. And it's like something switched in you. You looked over to him and your heart swelled inside your chest. You felt so much fondness for this man, so much love.

"How did I get so lucky to find an idiot like you to hang around with?" You spoke your thoughts out loud, and he brought his eyes to yours.

"You must have done somethin' real good." He teased and wiped at a bit of batter that was caked on your nose.

His hand hovered near your face for a moment more, his fingertips pressing gently on the skin of your cheekbone and you thought for a moment he might lean in and kiss you. You thought for a moment you might lean in and kiss him. But neither of you moved.

"We should get cleaned up." You whispered, your heart racing in your chest.

Leonard gulped and opened his mouth like he was going to say something, but decided against it. He only nodded and stood, helping you to your feet.

You headed towards the door together and when you almost slipped on the batter again, Leonard's hand grabbed yours to steady you. You responded by entwining your fingers with his and giving him a weak smile.

You walked back to your quarters like that. Dripping in brown batter, holding hands, silent. It was the middle of the night, thank goodness, so you didn't come across any other people in the hallway and you quickly got to your room.

You released his hand and removed your boots, trying to keep the mess to a minimum.

"Okay, I call the shower first because I fell first and you splattered me when you fell." You instructed, heading to the small bathroom but you stopped when you threw a glance back at Leonard.

His whole posture was in-drawn as he stood in the center of your room. His shoulders were hunched, his head was tilted forward, and he was wringing his hands together.

"Hey, are you okay?" You asked, abandoning your need for a shower and stepping towards him.

"Tell me you don't love me." He said, not meeting your eyes.

"What?" You were taken aback by his words.

"Tell me you and I will never work, that we aren't meant for each other."

"What are you talking about, Len?"

You stepped closer to him, so close you could feel the heat emanating from his body. You tilted your head to look up at him, and he finally met your eyes.

"Give me one reason that you and I wouldn't work." He demanded, looking more angry and vulnerable than anything else at the moment.

"Len, I..." You stuttered, your words getting caught on your tongue.

"One reason." He prodded.

You gulped and pursed your lips in thought. Was there a reason why the two of you hadn't gotten together? Before, in the Academy, it had been timing issues, but now, when you saw each other every single day, there really was no reason to pursue a relationship. But still you hesitated.

"I don't know, Len." You breathed and were surprised to find tears perched on your eyelids.

"What do ya say?" He asked, his voice shaky and you knew he was nervous, putting himself out there like this, "Do you want to give it a try? Give us a try?"

He was everything you wanted in a man. Literally everything. And every nerve ending in your being screamed for you to lean into him, to press your lips to his, to say 'yes'. But your brain is what made you to question it.

"But what if you decide you don't want me anymore?" You questioned, your mind racing at all the possible things that could go wrong, "Could we go back to being friends?"

You stared at your feet, so close to Leonard's, and you nudged his boot with your toe. He nudged it back.

"I don't know." He responded.

"What is Jocelyn going to think of me? What is Jo going to think?" Your mind was going crazy now, out of control, and you started to shake slightly.

"I don't know."

"I don't want this to change anything between us."

"It might."

"I don't think..."

"Don't think. Just kiss me."

And you tilted your head up, his face a breath’s away from yours, looking down in expectation. Your heart rammed inside your chest, so loud that you thought he must be able to hear it.

And then you leaned up and pressed your lips to his. You kissed him softly, hesitantly, at first, unsure of yourself, but when he reciprocated, when his hands came around to press you closer to him, you knew you were done for. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, needing his lips on yours, deepening the kiss. And for a few intoxicating moments you were a mess of lips and tongues and sticky hands smearing batter all over, not even caring anymore of the mess you were making. Because you were a mess. You two were a mess. This whole situation was messy but at that moment in time you couldn't bring yourself to care.

You pulled away, gasping for air after that heated kiss, and you thumbed his cheek, flashing him a smile as he licked his lips.

"Too much sugar," he teased, referring to the taste of your batter-stained lips.

You laughed, "Careful now, doctor, or you are going to get salmonella poisoning."

Now he smiled and let out a low chuckle, his hands tightening around your waist.

“I’m willing to risk it.” He teased and you pulled him by the back of his neck so your lips met his for another sweet kiss.

"I need to take a shower, I feel disgusting." You stated, wishing you could run your hand through his hair, but you held back because you didn't want to smear dried cake batter in it.

"Mhmmm." He hummed, dipping his head to nuzzle his lips to yours.

In a rare moment of confidence you pulled back, holding his head between your hands and looking him in the eyes, "You want to join me?"

His lips broke into a smirk, "Hell ya I do, darlin'."

The low growl of his voice elicited something deep inside of you and you turned, pulling him by his hand towards the bathroom.

You had to clean batter out of the shower for weeks.

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

I am going to tag the people who were involved in that thread with Leonard’s laugh: @mccoymostly @outside-the-government @frostedej @yourtropegirl @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse @daybreak96 @imagineangryspacegrump

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kaitymccoy123 · 7 years

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Stop Apologizing

Intro: My inspiration for this piece comes from a nap I took the other day. I was feeling especially anxious and was curled in my bed, trying to take a nap, my arms wrapped around my pillow. You know those pillows that have like arms and are meant to act as like a back rest for when you are sitting on your bed? Yeah I had my arms wrapped around one of the arms and I thought it felt weird (yet very comfortable), like I had my arms wrapped around someone's leg.... and voila! You will see what I mean when you read this.

Pairing: Bones x Reader (I promise more Kirk x reader to come!)

Word Count: 1904

Triggers: Fluff, awkwardness, nothing else

Summary: So basically the preface for this story is that Bones and the reader are classmates at the Academy and have become really close friends, studying together all the time. The reader secretly loves Bones, but doesn't say anything lest he not return the feelings and it ruins the friendship (yes very overdone plotline I know). But one day it all changes...

-Enjoy!-

You felt warm and cozy as you pulled your pillow closer to your face, your arms wrapped around it tightly. Snuggling your face into it you recoiled at the harsh texture of the material digging into your skin. Lifting your head from the bed, you squinted your eyes against the light of the beside lamp and looked around, your eyes landing on a figure lying in the bed beside you.

It was your best friend and fellow future doctor, Leonard, sitting slightly propped up against the headboard, a book in his hand. He noticed you stirring and dropped the book a little, giving you a small smile.

"Good morning, princess." He teased and you could only squint up at him.

It was in that moment that you realized that it was not a pillow that you had your arms wrapped around and face pressed against; it was Leonard's jean-clad leg. You froze in embarrassment, your eyes fully opening now as you realized the intimacy of your position. You had your shins pressed up against the headboard, your knees at a 90 degree angle, and were laying on your side, the front of your body pressed against Leonard, your head near his knees and your arms wrapped around his thigh. Only when you shifted did you realize that he had draped an arm over the back of your thighs, his hand resting on the bed just beside your butt.

You rolled over, quickly pulling yourself from the intimate embrace and sat at the edge of the bed, your cheeks flaming in embarrassment and from the feeling of his arm draped against the bare skin of your thighs. You took in a couple of shaky breaths before turning to face him, pulling your knees to your chest protectively.

"How long was I asleep?" You asked, and rubbed at the sleep in your eyes.

"6 or 7 hours." Leonard responded non-chalantly, looking especially charming in his black-rimmed reading glasses.

"7 HOURS!" You yelped in disbelief and looked at the clock, it was true, it was 7 hours later.

You had come into Leonard's quarters to study with him for the upcoming exam on alien anatomy, and had studied successfully for a few hours before you decided to do some independent reading. You had lain down on your stomach beside him, your face propped up on your elbows, reading, your eyes getting heavy as the words blurred together, and you must have fallen asleep using Leonard as a pillow.

"You got a little bit of drool..." Leonard pointed to a place on his mouth and you immediately began wiping at that area on yours.

Your eyes widened at the thought of drooling on him and you dropped your head into your hands, hearing Leonard's quiet laughter.

"I'm sorry..." You groaned into your hands, "You stayed here for 7 hours? Not moving? You could have woken me up and told me to go back to my room, I didn't mean to keep you here..." You rambled, looking up at Leonard desperately.

Leonard chuckled at your frantic rambling and set his book down on the side table and removed his reading glasses.

"It's alright, darlin', you looked real peaceful and I didn't want to wake you up."

"But you probably haven't moved in hours, I am so sorry, Len." You shook your head but couldn't suppress a small smile as you thought of his kindness towards you.

"Hey, it's alright, alright?" He insisted and threw his legs over the side of the bed to get up and you watched him stretch his stiff joints.

"Ohhh man... you are walking like an old man because of me!" You threw on a sweater that was lying on the bed and dashed to his side.

Leonard just chuckled and shook his head, "I walk like an old man anyways, now lets get some coffee in us, we do have an exam today."

The reminder sent dread through your veins and you walked with him to the small kitchenette in his quarters, "UGH! I forgot about that! And you didn't get any sleep with me stuck to your leg, did you? I feel so bad."

"Stop apologizing." Leonard chided softly and reached for the coffee maker.

You took it from him, "Let me do that, it's the least I can do."

He rolled his eyes and leaned back against the counter in resignation, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched you. You felt the heat of his gaze on your disheveled appearance, a baggy Academy sweater on top of short pyjama shorts, your hair probably sticking up like crazy due to your awkward sleeping position.

You never really thought anything of your relationship with Leonard (well that's not true, you thought about it all the time) but you never thought anything would come of it. You'd hinted at it a couple times, but he didn't seem to be responsive and you were too shy and afraid to lose him as a friend to make a move. But the heat of his intense gaze made you think differently and you wondered whether sharing a bed had changed his feelings for you.

You fumbled with the coffee machine, and when you finally pressed the start button, you let out a breath you didn't realize you'd been holding. You turned to Leonard, whose eyes were sparkling with amusement.

"What?" You snapped, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Nothing!" He defended, but the corners of his mouth turned up, "It's just that... that sweater you're wearing, it's mine."

Your eyes widened in shock and your mouth fell open as you dropped your crossed arms and looked down at the sweater you had hastily put on. It was, in fact, Leonard's. You groaned, squeezing your eyes shut in self-defeat, as you heard Leonard chuckle. He reached over you and opened the cabinet above your head, retrieving two mugs off the shelf, and set them on the counter.

"I'm sorry!" You sighed and quickly pulled at the hem of the sweater to tug it over your head.

"You can wear it, it's fine!" Leonard insisted as he watching you amusingly.

But you continued to pull off the sweater and in your frantic attempt to remove it you got it stuck on your elbows and you couldn't pull it any farther over your head. You stopped and sighed in resignation, the sweater half off your body, and you were stuck with it tangled in your arms and covering your face.

Leonard laughed heartily now and you tried to kick him in the shins, and you would have fallen over if not for his steadying hands on your waist.

"Help me...." You whimpered softly and soon his fingers hooked on the bottom of the sweater and pulled it the rest of the way off.

You dropped your hands to your side and looked up at Leonard, who gave you a sly grin, your cheeks heating at his sudden closeness as he dropped the sweater onto the counter next to you.

"Sorry..." You repeated, pursing your lips and rubbing your elbow with your opposite hand.

"If you don't stop apologizing I am going to make you stop." Leonard chided.

You tilted your chin up to look him in the eye, trying to stay as confident as possible without melting at his closeness, "and how are you going to do that?."

"I have my ways." He smiled mischievously and winked at you.

You smiled and looked away, so overwhelmed by your longing for him that you didn't trust yourself too look him in the eye lest he see your affection for him written across your face.

You walked over to the small fridge and retrieved a carton of milk and a carton of cream, as you knew he preferred cream, and you preferred milk. As you set the cartons down your shaky hands tipped the milk carton over on the counter and it tipped over to the side, the unsealed top leaking a little bit of milk onto the counter. You swore and quickly snatched up the tipped carton. Leonard had reached and grabbed a towel and set it on the small white puddle. You must have had your face scrunched up in concern because Leonard stepped towards you, and you flicked your gaze up to him.

"No use crying over spilt milk." Leonard grinned.

"I'm sorry." You sighed and looked away, wringing your hands together.

Suddenly his fingers were under your chin, turning your face to his and you stared into his hazel eyes. You heart rate increased as his hand moved from your chin to cup your cheek and you stood there frozen, not knowing what to do with your hands so you kept them in tight balls at your side.

"Will you stop that?" Leonard smiled gently but you could tell he was feeling the impact of your closeness, his breathing quickening, his pupils dilating and his hand on your cheek had a slight shake to it.

"I'm sor..." You started, barely parting your lips to speak when his lips brushed against yours, more like a question than a kiss.

When you didn't respond he pulled back a few inches and looked into your eyes questioningly. The electricity of the gentle kiss made you long for more and you brought your hands to his sides, feeling the warmth of his body through his t-shirt. You stared down at his chest momentarily, distracted by the fact that you were actually touching him like this, like you had wanted to for so long, and when you brought your eyes back to his, you were almost destroyed by the look of longing on his face.

You tilted your head up and met his open mouth with yours, pulling him closer by your grip on his sides. He brought his hands to the back of your neck, drawing you in to deepen the kiss. After several heated moments, he moved his lips from your mouth to your jaw, trailing kisses down your neck and you moaned in response. You brought his head up with your hands, returning his lips to yours and lavishing him with a passionate kiss. He pressed you back against the counter, his fingers now digging into your hips, and as you attempted to moved your hands from his waist to under his t-shirt, your elbow hit one of the mugs that Leonard had set out on the counter for the coffee, knocking it the ground with a smash.

The loud sound startled you from the heat of the moment and you lifted one of your feet to avoid the sharp shards. Leonard pulled you deeper into the kitchenette, away from the broken mug, his hands never leaving your hips and you looked at the shards of mug scattered across the floor.

You lifted your head to look up at him apologetically and opened your mouth to speak but his lips collided with yours, interrupting your thoughts.

"Don't even start." Leonard warned against your lips before moving to press gentle kisses along your jawline.

You didn't hesitate this time and slid your hands under his shirt to pull him closer. He looked down at you and raised an eyebrow before you nudged his lips with yours with a smile. He obliged and raised his arms over his head, and you quickly disposed of his shirt on the ground with the shards of ceramic before running your fingers down his muscular chest. He gave you a mischievous smile and grabbed you by the waist, lifting you up so you sat on the counter, and you flashed him a smile as he stood between your legs and leaned in close. You dove into another passionate kiss, your legs wrapped around his torso, pulling him closer, the broken shards of the mug, spilled milk and silenced apologies soon forgotten.

- Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed it! This one was fun to write! There is some exciting stuff to come (such as multi chapter kirk fics and potentially some drabbles once I reach 400 followers) so stay tuned! -

#startrek #startrekimagine #bonexreader #leonardmccoy #drmccoy #bones #startrekfluff #bonesfluff #bonesmccoyfluff #yay

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kaitymccoy123 · 7 years

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That Consume You

AKA: A Million Tiny Pieces p.t. 2

Get it? A Million Tiny Pieces That Consume You? I tried to make it a sentence.

Intro: Okie dokie so this was kinda requested by @newhappiness430. You didn’t formally request it but you commented on my other piece asking for a part 2 and I just had to oblige.

Pairing: Spock x Reader (really loving writing Spock)

Word Count: 2070

Triggers: none, Vulcan kiss, a little sadness but some fluff as well

Summary: So this is a continuation of A Million Tiny Pieces (click to read). It is basically just another one-shot with the same kinda relationship between Spock and reader and a few connections between the stories. So this is set just after Spock finds out Spock Prime dies (so I guess set in the Beyond timeline) and he freaks out, but the reader is there to comfort him.

ALSO PLEASE SEND IN DRABBLE REQUESTS HERE IS THE LINK: RAINBOW READING WEEK DRABBLES

ALSO: I snuck in two kinda-references:

1. Hamilton: Meet Me Inside - “Call me son one more time.” I put: “If you call me lieutenant one more time...”

2. Bones (the TV show): Bones: “What do you need Booth? Some time, some space?” Booth: “Just some time.”

-Enjoy!-

You followed Spock into his room, pausing just inside the door as you regarded the clearly distraught Vulcan.

"Spock, what happened back there?" You inquired, stepping into the room and walked over to Spock who stood very rigidly on the opposite side of the couch.

"I was simply explaining my opinion on the matter to the officials." Spock responded, not meeting your eyes from across the room.

"Spock, you were basically screaming at them. Jim had to kick you o..."

"I am aware of what the situation entailed, Lieutenant." He interrupted.

You felt a tinge of anger flash through your veins when he called you by your rank rather than your name, but you decided not to mention it, as he was clearly upset.

Spock and Captain Kirk were meeting with a few Starfleet officials and you had just been passing by when you had heard Spock yelling at the officials. You had paused by the door and you watched Kirk grab Spock by the shoulder to hold him back, motioning him to the door and telling him to leave. Spock had stormed out with an intense look on his face and anger in his eyes and you froze in fear as he rushed past you, nearly knocking you over. You had followed him back to his room to figure out what was wrong.

Now he regarded you with an expression that you couldn't read. You had thought you had gotten pretty good at reading Spock, even though he was Vulcan, but you didn't understand what he was feeling now.

"What's wrong?" You asked.

"Nothing of your concern." Spock assured and you scrunched your face up in an expression of disbelief.

"Bullshit." You challenged and his eyes flicked to yours for a second before focusing back on the corner of the couch.

You felt your blood boil at his nonchalance, so you flopped dramatically onto the couch, directly in the place where he was staring. He blinked a few times, as if just noticing you were there, and finally fixed his gaze on yours.

"Spock, you really scared me back there, I thought you were going to hurt someone." Your voice got quiet. "I thought you were going to hurt me."

His head tilted slightly to the side and he suddenly looked hurt.

"I had no intention to injure anyone, especially you, Lieutenant."

"Don't call me Lieutenant." You admonished but gave him a small smile at his concern for your well-being.

You reached up and rested your hand on his forearm, but he pulled back in a swift movement, tucking his hands behind his back. It felt like he stabbed you in the heart.

"Spock, talk to me." You leaned back into the couch, tucking your feet underneath you.

"I am talking to you." He responded.

You rolled your eyes. Every once and a while his human sass would show it's head. You fell into a tense silence and you watched as he had an internal battle with himself.

"There's something wrong. You can tell me, Spock." You insisted and reached for his arm again, but met open air as he stayed where he was.

"Lieutenant my problems are not of your concern."

You furrowed your brows and pursed your lips, trying to figure out how to get through to him.

"Spock, are we in a relationship?"

His eyes flicked to yours curiously, "According to the definition of the human vernacular, yes."

"Then your problems are my concern." You professed.

He was silent for a minute, before he resigned himself and came to sit beside you on the couch. You reached your hand over and rested it on his forearm, relief flooding through you as he finally allowed you to touch him. You moved your thumb slowly over the fabric of his shirt, stroking soft lines into his arm.

Suddenly you had an idea.

"Lie down."

Spock turned his head to look at you questioningly.

"Lie down." You repeated, "When we were upset as kids, my mom would take us aside and make us lie down so our head was on her lap. Then she'd stroke our hair and make us talk about what was making us upset." You smiled softly at him, "It worked every time."

When he didn't move you shifted your hand from his arm and rested it on his cheek, now stroking soft lines into the skin right under his eye. His eyes closed involuntarily and his breath stuttered at your touch.

"Lie down, Spock." You instructed again and pulled your hand away, his eyes opening instantly at the loss of contact.

Finally he obliged. He shifted so his feet were at the far end of the couch, hanging over it, and his head was nestled on your thighs, his hair brushing the bare skin that wasn't covered by your uniform dress. He looked up to you, his face still an unreadable mask of emotions, and his hands were folded gently in his lap.

You began to run your fingers through his hair, your fingertips parting through the perfectly cut black strands. You watched as he began to unfold beneath you. His face softened at your soothing touch, and his eyes drifted closed. You absently wondered when he had slept last.

After a few minutes of your fingers running through his hair, his eyes re-opened, and he met your eyes, taking in a shaky breath.

"I have just been informed that Spock Prime, myself in the future, has passed away." Spock's voice held a tone of sadness thatt you had never heard before.

The news shook you to the core. That was never something anyone wanted to hear. That their loved one had passed. Well, this was your future loved one, but still.

"Is that why you had that outburst today?" You inquired.

"I believe it is."

You looked down at Spock, who had shut his eyes again and his brow was furrowed, his lips pressed into a tight line. You moved your fingers to the space between his eyebrows and stroked the skin there softly to smooth out the wrinkles.

"I am so sorry, Spock." You apologized and bit back tears.

"It is not your fault, there is no reason for you to apologize." Spock corrected but his eyes remained closed.

"No, It's just something humans say. Like we apologize that you are feeling upset. I am sad that you are sad." You explained as best you could.

"Vulcan's do not express emotions, Lieutentant..." Spock started but you interrupted.

"If you call me lieutenant one more time I am going to rip the bangs off your forehead." You let out a sad laugh before leaning forward and pressing your forehead to Spock's, finally letting the tears fall from your eyes.

You let yourself cry then, but almost smiled when his hand came up to your shoulder, a steadying presence. You stayed frozen in that position, your forehead pressed to his, just feeling his breath tickle your wet cheeks as tears streamed down your face and onto his. You tried desperately to tell yourself that he was not dead. That this Spock, your Spock, was still here, still alive.

"Y/N?" Spock breathed.

You hummed in response, taking in shaky breaths in an attempt to regain control.

"You feel sadness for me, correct?" He asked, his eyes opening and meeting yours, which were less than an inch apart.

You nodded and pulled back, sitting up again, and letting out a few sniffles.

"Why do you choose to feel pain for me?"

The question left you speechless, despite knowing the answer better than you knew your own heartbeat.

"I assumed you would have known." You stuttered, your voice much shakier than you meant it to be.

He looked up at you questioningly now, his face suddenly so vulnerable that you wanted to burst into tears again.

"I have developed feelings of affection for you." You smirked through your sadness.

"You are quoting my own words back to me in an attempt to be amusing." Spock commented with a grunt of appreciation.

You smiled softly down at him, your fingers running absently through his hair, but your lip quivered and a single tear streaked down your cheek.

"Why are you still sad?" Spock inquired softly, his fingers reaching up and catching the tear before it dropped off your chin.

"You died today, Spock. Doesn't that scare you?" You bit your lip hard as you looked down at him, trying to stop the flow of tears.

"Everyone dies Y/N. Therefore fear of death is illogical." He explained robotically, and it made your heart hurt, you didn't know why this was affecting you so much, but for some reason you couldn't meet his eyes.

"But I have learned from my recent escapades with Dr.McCoy that fear of death is what keeps us alive." Spock confided, but he sounded confused and you brought your eyes back to his face, "what does that mean?"

You regarded him for a moment before answering.

"It means that we are kept alive, we are driven to do things, because of the imminence that is our deaths." You quoted something your father had said once, before he passed.

You recognized the look in Spock's eye as admiration and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly as he said, "Fascinating."

That word alone sent shivers down your spine and you rewarded him with a warm smile, but he still look conflicted.

"Spock, what do you need? Some time? Some space?" You pulled your fingers from his hair.

"If by "space" you imply distance from you, Y/N, then no, that would not help my emotionally compromised state. Just some time to process the situation and its meaning."

You smiled down at him, your fingers finding his hair, and leaned over again, this time pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose. You made to pull back but were stopped by a hand firmly placed on the back of your neck.

He brought your face close to his, and you thought he meant to kiss you, but instead he rested his forehead on yours again. He reached up and grabbed your hand, the one that was not tangled in his hair and pressed his palm against yours. You stopped breathing.

You had been hesitant and careful not to grab Spock's hand too much before this, as you knew what it meant to Vulcans to touch hands. But now Spock moved his fingertips to yours, pressing them gently together, as if he was sure and unsure of himself at the same time. Your eyes squeezed shut involuntarily as the emotion of his action rolled into you. You gasped as waves of cool electricity flooded your veins and surrounded your heart, crashing into it like a stormy sea and sending shivers surging through your body. You had never felt anything like it before and you let yourself be consumed in admiration, and fondness, and love.

You smiled now and pressed tiny kisses to his forehead, cheeks and the corner of his mouth. His eyes gleamed before they closed and you pressed your lips softly to his eyelids. After a while your hands drifted apart and you were left with this humming feeling in your chest, a happy hum, something you never wanted to end. You smiled into the comfortable silence that enveloped the both of you.

"Do you want to go get something to eat?" You whispered after a while, the sound of your voice causing Spock's eyes to flick open.

"No, I am very comfortable right now and it would be unpleasant to move."

"Alright." You shifted back in the couch so you were more relaxed.

You tilted your head back, a smile playing at your lips incessantly, and thought that you could probably fall asleep right then and there when Spock's voice broke you from your stupor.

"Would you, perhaps, continue the soothing action you were performing before?"

You blushed and looked down at him, thinking of the kiss, and asked tentatively, "Which action?"

"The action of your fingers in my hair, Y/N, of course." He peeked an eye open, "to which action did you think I was referring?"

"Nothing!" you squeaked and let out a laugh which elicited a raised eyebrow from Spock.

You sprawled your fingers back into his hair, tipping your head back again and resting your other hand on his chest, which he softly wrapped in his own. You peered down at Spock who looked unbelievably calm and relaxed, and you smiled, reveling in the sparks that filled your veins and the wave of happiness that consumed you.

- Thanks for reading! Hope you liked it! Spock is one of my favs to write (still behind Kirk and Bones) so there will be more to come! Goodnight! -

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kaitymccoy123 · 7 years

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Damn I Love You

Intro: This piece I wrote for @outside-the-government Write Away The Winter Blues Challenge! You get two pieces this week haha lucky you!

Pairing: Bones x Reader

Word Count: 1485 words of unabashed fluff

Triggers: If you don’t like the word “damn” don’t read this lol, no triggers other than that - just FLUFF

Summary: So the prompt for this fic was the picture above (the snowy scene) and the first thing I thought was SNOWBALL FIGHT!! So I wrote a snowball fight (kinda).

- Enjoy! -

"Lee, it's cold!" You whined and dragged your feet in the ankle-deep snow.

"Oh come on, darlin'! We've only been out here for 15 minutes, and I want to see the damn sunset." Leonard huffed and dragged you by your mitten-ed hand.

"Oh soooo romantic!" You taunted, your face scrunched up in protest, "Lee, remind me what a 'damn sunset' is again?"

You toddled along after him as you continued to jeer obnoxiously, "Is it like a regular sunset, but with beavers? Or is it a southern thing, where it is so beautiful that you keep saying 'damn' over and over and..." Your last word turned into a high-pitched yelp as Leonard turned suddenly and threw you over his shoulder.

"Hey! PUT ME..." You fought and you were cut off again by him sliding you off his shoulders and depositing you into a 4 foot snowbank.

You froze in shock at the icy assault and heard Leonard's hearty laughter. You shifted your head in the deep snow so you could glare at him, but couldn't keep a straight face for long when you saw him doubled-over, laughing.

"Not funny, Lee!" You yelled in mock anger, but now a smile spread over your face.

"Oh, darlin', it looks pretty funny from here." Leonard commented and broke into another roar of laughter.

Snow was now leaking into the neck of your coat as well as into your boots and mittens. You whimpered at the frigid contact.

"Help me out of here, you asshole." You grunted, trying to find ground to push yourself up on.

Leonard swooped over and grabbed you under your arms, setting you back to your feet.

"That was mean." You pouted and looked up into his hazel eyes after brushing most of the snow off.

"I know but I had to get you to shut up somehow." He teased with a smirk, his hands pulling at your coat so you moved closer to him.

The playful, flirty look in his eyes set butterflies aflutter in your stomach, but you were not going to let him win this easy.

You pushed him away as his face neared yours, "I thought you wanted to see the damn sunset."

He turned his back to you and walked a couple steps forwards, his hands in his coat pockets and looked up to the sky and its ever-changing colours, giving you just enough time to stoop down and scoop up a handful of snow.

"Yeah I do, now are you going to cooperate or..." He ranted and as soon as he turned back around to face you, you lobbed the snowball straight for his head, hitting his cheekbone with a thump.

Now you were the one doubling up with laughter at the look on Leonard's face. His jaw hung open in shock, his eyes squeezed closed, and he reached up with a gloved hand to wipe the snow off his face. You straightened up and gave him a toothy grin when suddenly his face changed into a look of dangerous mischief. Your smile abruptly faded as you realized that you were probably going to pay for what you did.

Before he could make a move you turned back the way you came and started running, letting out a high-pitched scream and flailing your arms.

You heard him let out a shout of laughter and yell, "Oh no you don't!"

You ran giggling down the snowy path, the sound of his heavy footsteps behind you. You heard them pause for a moment before continuing, and before you could wonder what he was doing a snowball collided with the back of your head.

You stumbled a few steps and let out a loud gasp of shock before continuing running. But you knew he was faster than you and soon his long legs caught up. You screeched as you heard him growl playfully right behind you and suddenly his strong arms wrapped around your stomach and you lurched sideways, landing in the snowbank again, along with Leonard this time.

The icy air stung your lungs as you gasped in laughter and you heard Leonard laughing along with you, his arms still wrapped around you. You squirmed around a bit in his grasp so you could spin around to face him, looking up into his beaming face. His arms tightened around you and you snuggled into his embrace, the snow acting as a pillow around you.

You brought your hands up to his face to run your fingers through his hair but forgot that you had mittens on, so you just ended up awkwardly patting his head instead. You laughed and shrugged, giving Leonard a look of mock apology. He rolled his eyes, his mouth still stretched into a toothy smile, and he leaned up and bit the top of your mitten, pulling it off with his teeth. You then ran your fingers through his dark hair which contrasted substantially against the pure white snow.

"You're gonna pay for this." You teased.

Leonard arched his eyebrows and made to respond when you tipped your head forward and captured his lips in yours. He instantly returned the kiss, warming your mouth and your insides.

As you kissed him deeper you peeked one eye open, making sure his eyes were closed so you could reach over and grab a handful of snow. You suddenly replaced your lips on his with the icy snow and threw your head back in laughter at the look of amused annoyance on his face.

"Nice. Real classy." Leonard drawled, the fluffy pieces of white sliding down his cheeks.

Your eyes closed in laughter and suddenly his lips were on yours again, except this time the taste of his hot lips mingled with the frigid, wet taste of snow. The sudden change in temperature stung your lips and you pulled back with a shout.

But he had a good grasp on the back of your neck and was now using his face to smear the remnants of snow onto your face. You squealed and tried to resist but it was no use. Finally his lips met yours again and the snowy attack was soon forgotten.

You kissed him until you ran out of breath, until your heart was full, and your fingertips were frozen. You pulled back and tugged on your mitten again, pressing your forehead to Leonard's, the clouds of your breaths intermingling. When daylight began to fade, you took up watching the sky instead, tucked into each others warm embrace, the sky dripping into pinks and oranges.

"What a beautiful sunset." Leonard stated absently, his eyes pointed upwards, as if speaking to the sky itself.

"Damn." You said and heard Leonard's head turn abruptly to look at you in confusion.

You met his eyes with a smirk and a shrug, "You're the one who called it a 'damn sunset'."

Leonard rolled his eyes, smiled, and bit his lip.

"You can be such a damn idiot sometimes." He teased, his gloved hand playing absently with the ends of your snow-dampened hair.

"But I'm your damn idiot." You pointed out, pressing a kiss to the tip of his red nose.

"You're damn right about that." He smiled, pressing another kiss to your mouth, this one hot and heavy.

Your lips felt warm and swollen as he pulled away, "Damn." You noted at the same time as Leonard said, "I love you." and began pressing kisses along your cheekbones as a feeble attempt to warm you up.

"Damn I love you, too." You raised an eyebrow at him teasingly.

Leonard rolled his eyes again and groaned, pressing another sultry kiss to your mouth.

When you began to shiver, whether it was from Leonard's electric kisses or the cold you couldn't tell, Leonard got up, with some difficulty, and pulled you up beside him.

"Let's head home, darlin'." Leonard suggested.

"S-ss-sounds good to m-m-e." You shivered and he pulled you to his side tightly as you began to walk back.

"My coat got dam-p, thanks to you." You said.

Leonard hummed in response and rubbed your arms, not catching your joke.

"You were pretty a-dam-ant about seeing the sunset from the cliff-side, I'm sorry we missed it." You said, enunciating the word this time, hoping he would catch on.

He chuckled, "I'm not."

"I'm glad that you didn't dam-age me, that would have put a real dam-per on our date."

"If you don't stop I am going to dump your fun-dam-ental ass back into the snow" He grumbled.

"That was weak." You gave a triumphant laugh and pulled him tighter, resting your head on his shoulder as you trudged back down the path.

He pulled you closer and you felt your heart warm at his embrace, lavishing in the tingling feeling of the hot blood rushing through your body momentarily.

And that's how you knew that you and Leonard were meant to be, that even when you were damn cold, he could warm you up.

- Thanks for reading! Yes the ending was cheesy but just deal with it haha! Once again this was for @outside-the-government and the Write Away The Winter Blues Challenge! Have a lovely day lovely people! -

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kaitymccoy123 · 7 years

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Oxygen

Intro: Okay so I am super excited about this fic, I love it so much and am quite proud of it.

The idea for it came from @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse‘s fic, Imagine Fainting in the Medbay (go read it it is absolutely amazing). So all the credit goes to them for writing the original story, but as I read it one part really inspired me:

“You’d been sent on away mission, and come under fire, and when you finally beamed aboard, all in one piece except for some bruising, Bones had grabbed you roughly by the upper arms and admonished you never to terrify him like that again. And then he’d kissed you. You’d been inseparable ever since”

A story started forming in my head as soon as I read it so I asked if I could use that snippet and make it into a full fic.

Pairing: Bones x Reader

Word Count: 2169

Triggers: being shot at, description of a wound (that’s about it)

Summary: see above snippet from the original story. Because I just took that idea and made it longer and with more detail.

-Enjoy!-

The sound of phaser shots rang out around you and you ducked as one landed near your head, making the stone crumble above you. Adrenaline coursed through you and you felt your heart racing as you attempted to make your way over to the unconscious ensign with a large gash in his chest. He was about 50 feet away when your com beeped. Your eyes continued to survey the scene and you put one foot in front of the other as you flipped open your com, clutching your your med kit to your chest as if it would protect you from the aliens.

"Y/N!" You heard someone shout from the other side of the com.

"I'm here!" You said back, yelping as another shot hit the ground a few feet in front of you.

"Are you alright?" The voice said, and you now recognized it as Leonard.

Leonard, aka Dr. Leonard McCoy, Chief Medical Officer, was your boss and one of the best doctors you ever worked with. As a nurse you were usually under-looked and underappreciated but since the day you first met Leonard, he always respected you and treated you like an equal. Well almost always. And when he didn't you made sure you set him straight.

"Yeah, I'm okay."

"Thank the stars." Leonard's voice sounded strained.

You'd become relatively protective over each other, working side by side day in and day out, and the two of you had been through a lot. It felt like he was the only one who understood you, and though you teased each other most of the time, when you were up against a challenge together, nothing could stop you.

"I'm going to beam you up now." You heard Leonard's voice say as you continued forward, now only 10 feet or so from the un-moving ensign.

"NO! Don't!" You yelled into the com, "I am close to Ensign Harley, and he seems really hurt."

"Y/N, damnit, you're gonna get yourself shot!" Leonard yelled, sounding frustrated, "You're in the middle of a war zone for christ's sake!"

"No, Bones, I need to check to see if he is alive." You stated firmly when suddenly you were thrown forward in response to something exploding near you.

You skidded to a stop in the dirt, only about a foot away from the injured ensign. You lifted your head and tested your limbs. No injuries save for a scratch down your forearm and a few bumps and bruises.

You heard loud shouts from the com that sounded like your name and a lot of swear words.

"Bones," You gasped and crawled over to the ensign, "Bones, I'm okay, just got knocked down."

"We need to beam you up now!" Leonard yelled.

"NO!" You shouted when suddenly the com was knocked out of your hand by a phaser beam.

You screamed and scrambled over to the un-moving ensign, quickly pressing your fingers to his pulse. There was none. You moved to begin CPR when you saw the aliens approaching. 3 of them, all dark and shadowy, their phasers pointed right at you.

You froze, unable to move, your hands now soaked in the blood from the young ensign's chest wound. You gulped as one of the aliens stepped into the light, with what could be considered an evil grin on his face. His phaser pointed to your head and you heard it charge up. You squeezed your eyes shut.

Suddenly the ground beneath your knees was not the soft mossy floor of the planet's forest, but instead unforgiving steel, and you were thrown off balance by the absence of the ensign's body beneath your hands. You landed on your side, the room much brighter than the planet had been, and it was all shiny metal and light. You groaned and squinted your eyes against the brightness and were about to attempt to sit up when strong arms wrapped around you and lifted you so you were standing. Your eyes finally adjusted and you saw that you were in the transporter room of the Enterprise, and you were being held up by none other than Leonard's strong arms.

You let out a gasp of relief and spun around, wrapping your arms around Leonard in a hug, and he responded by wrapping his arms around you as well. You soaked in the warmth and protectiveness of him and let a few tears of relief fall down your cheeks and soak into his shirt.

Releasing him you stepped back, feeling a little achy but other than that pretty good. Suddenly you remembered the young ensign you left on the planet.

"Bones! We left Ensign Harley on the planet, I think he was dead but we still can't just leave him there!" You said loudly.

"We already got him out, a few seconds before you came aboard, see?" Leonard explained and motioned towards the door.

You now saw the transporter techs pushing the hover bed out the door, the prone ensign lying on the bed, his chest wound no longer bleeding.

"Damn." You whispered. "How many people did we lose down there?"

"He makes 14, and about 30 came back with serious injuries." Leonard explained, "you were the last one to be beamed up."

"Well then we better get to work." You said and walked in the direction of the door.

"Y/N! You just got beamed off a planet at war!" Leonard yelled and you spun around to face him, "the least you should do is sit down for a while."

"Bones, you said it yourself, there are people with injuries that need treatment, I'm a nurse, you're a doctor, let's go!" You demanded, and looked at him incredulously.

"What are you waiting for?" You questioned, motioning to the door,"I don't even know why you were in here when there are so many wounded out there."

Leonard suddenly looked hurt.

"What's wrong, Leonard?" You asked, this time not as harsh as your previous comments, "you are always reminding everyone else that you are a doctor, so go be one!"

"You almost died!" Leonard said, his voice full of exasperation, "you almost died and you feel nothing about it. You have nothing to say to me about it. How?"

You were taken aback by his sudden sincere question.

"Leonard, I felt everything, and I mean everything, down there. Fear, anger, regret, helplessness. But right now other people need me. Other people's lives depend on me and I need to push those feelings aside for the time being. You are usually the one telling everyone else that, are you alright?" You said, stepping towards Leonard, looking up and tried to get him to meet your eyes.

Suddenly he grabbed you roughly by the upper arms, his fingers pressing into your skin.

You looked up into his face and were surprised to see panic lining his features, his mouth open and his breath ragged. His eyes were sad, though, and he looked as if he might cry as his gaze frantically roamed your features.

"Don't you dare terrify me like that again!" He admonished, his voice breaking.

You furrowed your brow in confusion and suddenly felt hurt and concerned at his behaviour, 'why was he acting like this?', you thought to yourself.

"I'm fine, Bones." You stated, trying to console his panicked demeanor.

"Well I'm not." Bones exhaled, his breath tickling your mouth, making you realize how close his face was to yours.

Before you could respond, his lips were pressed to yours and his hands were knotted into the back of your uniform.

The kiss was gentle but urgent, and you froze for a moment, trying to collect yourself.

You loved Leonard, but never thought that anything would ever come of it, and you were happy being his friend and colleague. But his lips on yours sparked something inside of you that you could feel growing by the second. And his hands pulling you close made you realize that through all the bickering and teasing, the late nights and early mornings spent together, that you had come to trust him more than you trusted anyone else in the entire galaxy.

The heat of his mouth on yours melted your hesitation and your lips parted as you deepened the kiss and dug your fingers into his hair.

The kiss obliterated every thought you had, except for one; that you needed him. And so you kissed him like it was the last thing keeping you alive. Like he was oxygen and you needed him to breathe.

And he kissed you back, his mouth opening to yours and his fingers trailing down your ribs, sending shivers down your spine. Your mouths moved together and you slid your hands down to rest on his chest, digging your fingers into the material of his shirt.

A tear slipped down your cheek before his lips pulled away from yours breathlessly. He slid his hands up to your neck, his fingers resting just below your ears, his thumbs caressing your cheeks.

You met his handsome eyes and felt the spark that had ignited within you moments ago catch fire, as if your love for him had been just waiting for the right moment to burst into flames.

You saw love in his eyes as you gazed at him and you realized that you were looking at him with love too. It was like looking at him for the first time, as if after all you had been through you were seeing a new man.

You were so lost in your thoughts and emotions that you barely heard the sound of the transporter techs returning to the room.

Leonard didn't move away from you like you thought he would have, but instead kept his fingers rested on your neck and traced the outline of your lips with his thumb. His fingers set your skin on fire and a smile escaped you, and his features lit up to return the smile.

As the techs entered the room they paused for a moment, looking between you and Leonard with a smirk, but only for a moment before quickly getting back to work.

You looked back to Leonard, whose face held an unabashed look of longing and happiness, and you nodded in the direction of the door, indicating that the two of you should head out.

When he didn't move, you spoke.

"Leonard, we have patients." You said and tugged at his arm until he walked with you towards the door.

When you were out of sight of the transporter techs, Leonard reached over entwined your fingers with his and you walked wordlessly down the hallway, hand-in-hand.

You looked over at him with a smile and saw he was smiling back.

"I'm glad you're okay, kid." He spoke as he grinned and squeezed your hand.

"Oh don't you worry, I am going to be here to boss you around for a lot longer." You teased and squeezed his hand back.

That made him laugh and it was like music to your ears. As you approached the medbay he released your hand and you walked through the doors into the bustling wing, people running around like crazy.

"Alright, darlin'" You heard Leonard's voice as he suddenly appeared in front of you, "you go sit down in bed 9 and I will be by in a sec to check you out, just after I grab my..."

You interrupted him, realizing that even though everything had changed, he was he same old Leonard, "Like hell I am sitting down! Leonard, I'm fine!"

"You just got beamed off a planet filled with aliens that wanted to kill you, Y/N," He explained, looking very exasperated, "you need to sit down and get checked out, maybe get some fluids into you."

"Leonard. Even you can see that I am much more needed on the floor, helping people, than cooped up in a bed." You argued, and you knew that Leonard knew that you weren't going to back down.

He paused for a moment, as if hoping that you were going to change your mind and comply, before he let out a frustrated sigh and rolled his eyes.

"FINE!" He grumbled, "but if you faint because of dehydration or internal bleeding, I am not saving you."

"Sure you won’t." You said sarcastically, suddenly hearing someone yell "Doctor, we need you!", but Leonard continued to look at you, the corners of his mouth tipping upwards.

You leaned up and quickly kissed his lips as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Let's get to work." You smirked and looked up at him.

"Let's save some lives." Leonard responded with a grin and a wink before dashing into the chaotic crowd, already yelling orders at people.

You stayed where you were for a moment, surveying the busy medbay, and took a deep breath in and out before you smiled. It felt like home.

And you realized that though everything had changed, everything also had stayed very much the same.

-Thanks for reading! Hope you liked it! Go follow @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse for some more amazing fics. Have a lovely day!-

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kaitymccoy123 · 7 years

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I’m Not Stupid!

Intro: SO this little (yet not so little) fic was inspired by two things.

1. I saw an ask a little while back before I started writing and it was something about how the reader had an injury and didn’t want to tell Bones and when Bones found out he was mad (I can’t find it again so sorry if that was yours).

2. A line from the song “Aaron Burr, sir” from Hamilton - “He looked at me like I was stupid, I’m not stupid!” (lovelovelovelovelove hamilton)

Pairing: Bones x reader

Word Count: 3017

Triggers: none really, brief description of an injury (just bruising no gore).

Summary: Reader has harboured an injury that they don’t want to tell Bones about it. Bones finds out and is angry that they didn’t come to him. Fluff ensues (plus some angst). - wow summaries are hardddd

-Enjoy!-

You were up on the bridge talking to your superior, Lieutenant Uhura, when you heard your name being said behind you.

Recognizing it as the voice of Captain James T. Kirk you spun around dramatically and locked eyes with him, a look of amusement smattered across his face. Looking slightly to his left you spot who Jim must have been talking to about you. Grumpy Doctor McCoy straightened up beside Jim as if he had just been leaning down to speak quietly to him. His mouth stretches into a smile when he sees you, making you smile back, but then it quickly disappears as you know the grumpy doctor never smiles for long.

Setting your eyes back to the now-smirking Jim who is looking mischievously between you and Leonard, you sauntered slowly over to him as he sat is his captain's chair.

"Did I hear you gossiping about me, Jimbo?" You drawled as you neared the center of the bridge where they were.

"Me? No way?!" Jim said in mock defense, raising his hand to his mouth in shock for emphasis, "this guy, though," Jim whispered as he put his hand on the right side of his mouth, cupping it so only you could hear, and motioned to Bones.

Jim's hand was obviously not doing enough to block the sound and you saw Leonard roll his eyes and cross his arms across his chest, turning away from the two of you.

"Really?" You played along with mock surprise, "was he talking smack about me because I can take him, him and all his grumpy doctor-ness."

Jim laughed and though you couldn't see his face you could tell Leonard was smiling as well.

"So how is my favourite not-quite-good-enough-to-be-assigned-to-the-bridge-language-specialist?" Jim teased, his crystal blue eyes sparkling.

You punched him playfully in the arm and he recoiled with a shout.

"I'm doing great, you asshole." You responded snarkily.

It was true, though. You were assigned to the Enterprise to be a secondary language specialist working under Uhura, but your office was down the hall. And Jim never let you forget it.

"How's my captain-who's-blown-up-the-enterprise-on-more-than-one-occasion doing on this fine evening?" You taunted.

"How dare you!" Kirk yelled in mock anger.

You began to laugh but were cut off when Jim swiveled his chair towards you and sharply hit your knee with the arm of his chair.

Under normal circumstances the blow would have made you stumble a little and maybe left a little bruise, but when the sharp edge of the chair hit your knee you dropped to the ground in excruciating pain.

"Y/N?! Are you alright?" Kirk sounded concerned as he jumped out of his chair and knelt beside you.

Pain exploded in your knee and you groaned, clutching your knee and fighting tears that sprung up in your eyes.

"I... I.... OW!" You could barely speak between gasps of breath and yelped when Jim laid his hand on your knee concerningly.

"Bones!" Jim yelled, but the doctor was already kneeling down beside you, med kit in hand.

Jim stood up and went back to his chair, so as not to be in the way, but kept the chair swiveled towards you.

"Alright, let me take a look." Leonard said as he reached for your legging-covered knee.

You yelped in pain as even fingers as gentle as his sent rivulets of pain through your knee.

"Ouch. Sounds pretty bad. Can I pull up your legging to take a look?" Leonard inquired, his fingers already pulling on the stretchy material.

You reached down and stopped his hands with yours. Leonard froze and looked up at you quizzically, your hands still resting on his.

"Can we go back to the medbay first?" You whispered, not quite meeting Leonard's eyes.

Leonard hesitated, either waiting for an explanation or wanting to keep your hands connected as long as possible.

"Of course, darlin'." Leonard whispered back, finally removing his hands from underneath yours.

"Can you walk?" He asked as he slid the med kit back into the compartment he had retrieved it from.

Just the thought of walking made you cringe and want to vomit so you shook your head.

"Guess we're going to have to do this the ol' fashioned way, then." Leonard suggested and suddenly his arms were sliding around your back and under your knees (carefully, of course), and you were lifted off the ground.

You didn't even have time to react before you were swept off the bridge and into the lift. Leonard didn't speak and neither did you as you made your way to the medbay, mostly because you were too busy trying to suppress groans of pain from every movement Leonard made as he walked. You pressed your faces into his chest and squeezed your eyes shut, trying to ignore the pain.

Arriving at the medbay you were pleased to see it wasn't very busy, only a few nurses milling around and two patients lying on the hover-beds.

Leonard took you into a room that was far from the nurses' station and pretty secluded. As he set you down on the bed a few tears fell from your eyes and you wiped at them quickly.

Leonard still didn't say anything but instead quickly spun around and closed the door to the room. He turned back to you and paused, his brow furrowed and his mouth slightly open as if he wanted to say something.

Another wave of pain took over your knee and you whimpered unintentionally.

Leonard strode over and pulled a pair of small silver scissors from a drawer beside the bed. He looked at you, inquiring as to if it were okay to start cutting

You nodded meekly.

As he slid the scissors up the front of your leggings you dreaded his reaction to your injury. The fabric fell away quickly with a few more skilled slices with the scissors and revealed your injury.

Your entire knee swollen and a sickly blue-black colour, especially right above your knee-cap.

You heard Leonard's sharp intake of breath and felt his intense, accusing gaze scan your face. But you wouldn't meet his eyes. Couldn't meet them.

You felt a lump in your throat that indicated impending tears and you willed it to go away.

"Y/N, what happened?" Leonard questioned, his voice sounding like a mixture of disappointment, shock and concern.

"I fell." You responded as convincingly as you could, but you knew you weren't a very good liar and Leonard could read right through you.

"Y/N." Leonard chastised and you hoped he would reach for a medication for the throbbing pain but he just stood there, his arms crossed, staring at you.

The way he was looking down at you made you feel like a small child and anger rose up in your throat unintentionally. You hated when anyone made you feel small and you suppressed your desire to burst into tears and punch Leonard across the jaw. You stayed quiet, shaking with fury and bunching the linens on the bed with your white-knuckled fists.

You finally gave in after a minute of excruciating silence.

"Fine. I went to the bar last week, got uncontrollably drunk and smashed my knee on a table trying to fight this annoying dude." You snapped, much more anger in your voice than you intended.

Leonard's brows furrowed as he finally turned to start preparing some medication.

"And you walked on it for a whole week? Wasn't that painful?" Leonard questioned, opening a jar of salve that he was going to use on your knee.

"Yes but I used my wonderful powers of acting and perseverance to hide the fact that I was in pain. Nobody could even tell." You shrugged, trying to pass it off as nothing, but you knew it wasn't nothing.

"You can be so god-damn stubborn sometimes." Leonard muttered, and you felt your cheeks inadvertently burn with embarrassment, "you should have come to me."

Leonard applied the salve gently to your knee and you flinched in response to the sudden brief pain as well as his warm fingertips. You met Leonard's eyes for a brief second and your heart leapt at the concern that was in his eyes.

"I know. I did a dumb thing. I should have come to you after it happened. Blah, blah, blah medical stuff, I know." You snapped and pouted, tears pressing at your eyes again.

You knew you were acting like a child but for some reason you couldn't stop it.

"How did you get in the fight?" Leonard asked, preparing a hypo.

You had to curse yourself as a tingle spread down your spine when his fingers splayed across your neck for a moment as he applied the hypo.

"Some dude wasn't leaving this girl alone. So I intervened." You explained, suddenly feeling exhausted and rubbing your eyes with both hands, "he was being a real douche-nozzle too."

"Did you punch him in the right jaw by any chance?" Leonard questioned randomly, looking down at you, and you looked up at him quizzically, dropping your hands back to the bed.

"Yeah, actually, and I got a good kick to his gut as well," you squinted your eyes, "how did you know that?"

Leonard huffed out a laugh and shook his head as if something amusing had just happened before he explained, "he came into the medbay last week for his injuries. Told everyone he got into a bar fight and that 'you should have seen the other guy."

You were speechless. What an idiot! You were suddenly very glad you had gotten the better of him.

"I'm glad that you got the upper hand, though." Leonard laughed at the incredulous look that was on your face and a laugh escaped you as well.

Leonard's eyes gleamed and he seemed proud that he had made you smile. He worked in silence for a minute before saying, "But it was pretty dangerous, Y/N."

Heat flooded through your veins again and you wished he had just left the matter alone.

"I know, stupid me, protecting some innocent girl from a disgusting guy, real dumb." You snapped again, your anger flaring up and you glared up at Leonard darkly.

When he didn't respond you crossed your arms in front of your chest, as if protesting the silence that ensued. For several minutes you just listened to the sounds of Leonard putting his equipment away. You sat there, fuming from embarrassment at telling your story, but thankful as the pain and some of the swelling subsided from your knee.

When Leonard finished up putting the equipment away he turned slowly and sat on the edge of the bed, twisting so he faced you.

"I don't think you're stupid." Leonard whispered, trying desperately to meet your eyes, his hand finding and gently resting on your ankle.

The words echoed in your head and you knew he was being sincere, but you were still irritated from the recent events so instead of thanking him you snapped, "yes you do!"

Leonard looked taken aback and he removed his hand from your ankle, making you instantly regret your words.

You suddenly felt very vulnerable, lying there in front of him, so you swung your legs over the bed, hopping off on the opposite side from Leonard. Pain shot through your knee, dull compared to the pain before, but you had to steady yourself on the rail of the bed for a moment. You limped towards the door but didn't get far before a hand wrapped around your wrist and spun you around.

"Stop, Y/N!" Leonard said gruffly, and anger was now evident in tone, "what did I say? How the hell do you get so mad so fast?"

Leonard didn't drop your wrist and you stood there, shifting your weight to your good leg. You didn't know why you were so quick to react to everything all the time. You were never good dealing with your own feelings and you usually turned to anger and lashed out when you were confused or conflicted about them. It was like a protective mechanism that switched on and off like a light-switch. Now was no different. You pulled your wrist from his grasp roughly.

"You know why I didn't come and tell you right away? Because I didn't want you to think I was an idiot. It was a stupid thing to do and I just couldn't bear to tell you. I try so hard to get you to like me, but you are so blind! When I am with you I feel stupid, like I can't control myself. It's so damn frustrating because I want to be around you, but I feel so dumb every single time. Like I can't get it right." You exploded at Leonard, not in control of your words, "I am not stupid and it's just infuriating how you think that I am less than I am. Because I am not less. I am more. " You paused, your tongue freezing and you were confused at your own words.

Leonard didn't say anything either, just stared at you with a blank expression. "Where was I going with that?" You blurted, racking your brain for the purpose of your rant, your hands fidgeting with the hem of your uniform.

"I don't know where you were going with that but I hope it was somewhere like this." Suddenly Leonard was standing close in front of you and you lifted your head to look up at him just in time for his lips to crash onto yours and his arms to wrap tightly around your waist. Shock kept you from responding or reciprocating the sudden embrace. Leonard felt your lack of movement and pulled back a few inches, his hands not leaving your waist, forehead resting on yours. Finally your hands obeyed your command and fell to rest on his shoulders, fingers shaking as you rested them on the fabric of his shirt.

"I couldn't think more of you if I tried, darlin'." His voice was gruff and his breath was hot on your mouth,"I think you are worth more than all the stars in the galaxy, I am sorry if it seemed I thought less."

You brought your hands to his neck and suddenly you understood why you acted the way you did. Being around Leonard brought the worst out of you because you have feelings for him and your automatic defense system was to hide those beneath a layer of anger and stubbornness.

You smiled at your understanding and Leonard smiled back. For once you let all these feelings and emotions settle on you and you pressed your body closer to his without fear.

You licked your lips and met his eyes, near centimeters from your own. A single tear inadvertently slipped down your cheek and you felt him pull back and release one hand from your waist so he could wipe the tear away but before he could you pulled him forward and pressed your lips to his again, your heart surging with emotion.

He wrapped his arms around you tightly and you responded by digging your fingers into his hair, your chest pressed flush against his. A moan escaped from your mouth as he moved his lips from yours and trailed kisses down your jaw, before returning to your mouth. His body was heavy against yours and a sudden pang of pain from your knee shocked you out of the heat of the moment and you pulled back a few inches, raising your knee so no weight was on it.

Leonard instantly responded by scooping you up like he had when he carried you to the medbay, like a bride, and cradled you against his chest. You reached a hand up and guided his face to yours and your lips met again, this time much less urgent and much more gentle. You stroked his cheek as he kissed you deeper now and you lavished in the feeling of his hands on your bare leg and back.

He walked over and settled you on the bed, never leaving more than an inch of space between you, and he leaned over to kiss you again, his hands cupping your head and bringing your face towards his. When you were only a breath apart you heard a laugh that didn't belong to either of you. Leonard sprung off you and you both swung your heads towards the door.

Jim had somehow entered the room without either of you noticing and now was grinning by the door, a look of triumph on his face.

You and Leonard looked at him dumbfounded and Jim laughed again.

"I was going to make a joke about patient-doctor privileges, but the looks on your faces is enough for me." Jim laughed heartily, but a gleam in his eyes showed that he was proud and happy for the two of you.

You looked over to Leonard and he looked back at you. You couldn't stop a laugh from escaping you as well at the look of Leonard's face, his lips red and puffy and his hair sticking up at weird angles as a result of your fingers that had run through it. The expression on his face looked like he had just awoken from an excellent dream and was trying to adjust to reality. You thought you must look the same, if not worse, and your face fell into your hands in embarrassment.

All three of you laughed and you felt Leonard's hand reach for yours, his fingers brushing your cheek as you entwined your fingers with his and pressed a few soft kisses onto his knuckles.

You looked up to him fondly and smiled, your heart full of emotion, and this time you didn't feel any of the anger or frustration you usually did.

"Well I am going to give the two of you some privacy and a piece of sound advice." Jim’s voice cut through your thoughts and you saw Leonard roll his eyes before you turned your attention to Jim.

"Lock the door next time."

-Thanks for reading! Hopefully you liked this piece, I thought it was cute! Have a lovely day you lovely people! -

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Blankets of Fortitude

Intro: Blanket Fort x Jim Kirk

Pairing: Kirk x Reader

Word Count: 1,267

Triggers: None. Just a blanket fort and fluff for days.

Summary: You and Jim are in a relationship and he has been working very hard for the last few weeks so you decide to surprise him with a gift (may or may not be a blanket fort) - fluff ensues.

ALSO: lots of fluff.

-Enjoy!-

"Y/N! Where are you? I really don't have time for this!"

You heard Jim's voice traveling through the bookshelves before you saw him. You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest, waiting for him to find you.

"You know, I am the captain of this ship and I really ought to be getting back to the Bridge." Jim stated again, sounding slightly exasperated.

Finally his yellow-shirted form appeared around the corner of the bookshelf and he stopped at the end of the aisle, looking at you with a mix of confusion and surprise. You spoke before he could.

"James Tiberius Kirk, will you shut up for once in your life?" You ordered, a smirk on your face.

He looked at you through furrowed brows, his mouth partially open and he looked like he was going to say something but was frozen.

"What is all this?" Jim asked, when he finally found his words.

You smiled, "a present for you!" You exclaimed, "you have been working so hard lately so I thought you deserved a break."

Jim still didn't smile back. You wanted to punch him for it.

"So you made me a blanket fort?" Jim questioned, his face suddenly looking very tired and weary and you wanted to go up to him and smooth the worry lines off his face.

You turned your back to him and faced your creation.

"Exactly!" You exclaimed as you proudly surveyed the layers of blankets and mountains of pillows that laid before you, strung between two bookshelves.

You spun back around to face him and you caught a glimpse of amusement that crossed his face, but it quickly settled back into a frown.

"Come on now, don't just stare at it! Lets get in!" You said and reached for Jim's hand to pull him forward.

He took a few steps in the direction of the fort but stopped and resisted your pull.

"Listen, Y/N, this is really sweet and all, but I don't have time for this." Jim began, entwining your fingers with his for a second before letting you go. "We are just about to intercept a signal..."

"A signal from a planet that you and the Bridge team have been working so hard to get for the past few days, I know." You reported, crossing your arms against your chest again and looking at Jim sternly.

"How..?" He began to question but you interrupted.

"I talked to Uhura and Spock." You explained, "They agreed that you needed a break from work for a while, as well as Bones has been harassing me about you not sleeping. They said that they don't think the signal will come through for a few days and if they get it they will com you."

"I really should be there." Jim looked apprehensive but you could tell he was about to give in.

"Should you? Maybe." You said and walked up to him, tipping you head up and leaning into him, your crossed arms resting just below his, "but I worked really hard on this and they said they've got everything covered over there. You trust them, right?"

Jim hesitated before dropping his hands to his sides so you weren't leaning on them anymore, and now you stood just a few inches apart.

"I do." He sighed.

"And you trust me?" You asked, his crystal blue eyes abruptly finding yours.

"Yes." He stated.

For a long tense moment both of you said nothing, just stood there, straight-faced, looking into each others eyes.

Suddenly your face broke into a big smile and you grabbed his hand, entwining your fingers with his.

Finally he smiled back and squeezed your hand.

"Fine. You win." Jim stated, rolling his eyes and flashing you a goofy grin.

"YAY!" You all but squealed and tugged at him to follow you into the fort.

The two of you crawled in, the fort large enough for both of you to sit up in and stretch your legs out.

"This really is spectacular, Y/N." Jim stated, his arm settling around you and pulling you closer so your sides touched.

"Thank you. I thought so too." You said and tilted your head back so you could smile at him, his hand squeezing your hip quickly and his face breaking into a grin.

"Where did you find these lights?" Jim questioned, referring to the string of white lights that hung between the bookshelves, illuminating the fort.

"Weird enough, I found them in Chekov's locker." You said absently and you felt Jim huff out a laugh.

"And what on earth were you doing in Chekov's locker?" Jim asked, his hand finding yours and he began to stroke your fingers.

"That's top secret information." You stated with a nod.

"Hmm... I see, but as your captain don't you think I should know about any top secret things that are occurring on my ship?" Jim teased.

You didn't respond. You were too mesmerized by his hand on yours that you couldn't find any words. After a pause of silence, Jim brought your hand to his mouth and brushed a kiss across it.

"Thank you, Y/N." He spoke softly, "I really mean it. No ones ever taken the time to do something like this for me, not in a long time anyways, and I really appreciate it. I just have been so busy lately. I'm sorry I haven't made more time for us."

"It's alright, darling," you spoke, now beginning to stroke patterns into Jim's hand, "I'm glad you like it."

Jim shifted, settling back into the pillows and stretching his legs out, now lying on his side and you tucked yourself into his body, his hand now drawing tantalizing circles on your back.

"I love you, Y/N." Jim whispered.

You lifted your head to look at him, his face inches from yours.

"I love you too, Jim." You whispered back and leaned forward to press you lips gently to his in a short and sweet kiss.

His face broke open into a smile and tugged you in for another kiss, this one more long and luxurious than the last.

You pulled away after a moment, taking in the fine details of his face, including the dark circles under his eyes and his now drooping eyelids.

"Darling, how long has it been since you got a good night's sleep?" You questioned and reached one hand up, stroking the dark circles gently and he closed his eyes at your touch.

"...'mm a while." Jim responded sleepily and yawned, his eyes remaining closed.

"My poor overworked baby." You soothed, his hand that was stroking your back beginning to slow.

He looked so peaceful right then, but couldn't help yourself and leaned in and pressed your lips to his softly, feeling his tired lips press into yours.

Pulling away you whispered, "I didn't mean for us to fall asleep in here, like I brought a picnic basket with some food and a bottle of wine I also swiped from Chekov's locker..." Jim's lips crashing into yours cut your words off. You leaned into the kiss but it only lasted for a moment before Jim pulled his head back, keeping your foreheads touching.

"Shhhh... babe, ..'nyou talk to much.." Jim's words slurred sleepily, his eyes remaining shut as if he couldn't keep them open.

He pulled you closer and you complied, snuggling into his chest, and you felt his breathing slow as he fell asleep.

Finally, in one swift motion you reached up and tugged the string lights out of the plug, immersing the fort into a soft darkness.

You smiled to yourself as you rested your head against Jim's chest, deciding that you were, in fact, the best girlfriend ever.

- Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed the unabashed fluff! <3 -

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kaitymccoy123 · 7 years

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Backwards

Intro: Okie dokie here is the entire story from beginning to end. It is very long.

Pairing: Bones x Reader

Word Count: 9,018 (I warned you)

Triggers: sexual assault attempt, bullying, mild swearing, rude name calling.

Summary: Reader is a botanist on the Enterprise who is bullied often and has low self esteem, and happens to run into Bones one day and develops a crush instantly (who wouldn’t, really?). Reader works with Bones to save Spock from an injury from an away-mission. The bullying gets worse as the story goes on and eventually leads to an attempt at sexual assault. Reader gets away and doesn’t know who to turn to (maybe a certain friendly yet grumpy space doctor?).

ALSO: I did split this story up into 4 parts so if you want to read them in smaller chunks just click the link below.

Read part 1: Backwards p.t. 1

Read part 2: Backwards p.t. 2

Read part 3: Backwards p.t. 3

Read part 4: Backwards p.t. 4

-Enjoy!-

““It’s so easy, to think about love, to talk about love, to wish for love, But it’s not always easy to recognize love, even when we hold it in our hands.”

You read the last line of your book and set it down. Light was beginning to stream in from the hallway and you realized what time it was. If you fell asleep right now you would have 2 hours before your alarm went off. You groaned and fell back into the soft pillows on the bed. Rubbing your eyes you decided it would be easier to get an early start to your day rather than getting half-assed sleep.

Swinging your legs over the bed you got up, showered, and put your blue Starfleet uniform on.

You decided to head down to the mess hall to get some breakfast before getting to work.

Passing the medbay on the way, you decided to go in and ask one of the nurses for a headache-reliever to stop the one forming around your temples.

All the patient rooms were dark, as the medbay hadn’t been too busy lately save for a bump or bruise here or there.

The only light on was coming from Dr. McCoy’s office. Everyone knew the stern, grumpy, intelligent doctor, as he was best friends with the Captain and always seemed to be on the bridge and involved in away-missions.

The door to his office was open and you peered into the dimly lit room. Dr. McCoy was asleep at his desk, his head resting on his forearms, and his mouth slightly open, a small spindle of drool dripping onto the desktop.

You decided not to bother the sleeping doctor for a measly headache-reliever and turned to leave, but as you did you skimmed your elbow over a stack of papers on the shelf, knocking them to the ground with a rustle.

"Shit.” You whispered and bent to quickly pick them up.

“Can I help you?” Dr. McCoy’s voice sounded groggy and tired, and you looked up into extremely drowsy brown eyes.

His hair was sticking up at a weird angle and you almost giggled at his un-groomed appearance, as he was usually pristine in his looks. You quickly repressed your laugh and turned your eyes back to the fallen papers, scrambling to pick them up as you rambled,

“Sorry, doctor, I was just passing by and I thought I’d ask the nurses for a headache-reliever, but there was no-one out there, and then I saw your light on and… I’m really sorry, I will be going now.”

You turned to dash out of the room, your cheeks burning from the embarrassment of disturbing the doctor but you were stopped by the sound of his voice.

“I can get you a headache-reliever.” He said kindly and you looked up to see him getting out of his chair, his hands smoothing his uniform, but he was still unaware of the state of his hair.

“No, doctor… I don’t want to be a bother; you can just go back to sleeping… or working… or whatever you were doing.” You almost laughed at how idiotic you sounded, but stopped as he continued moving towards you.

“Relax, darlin’, it’s just in the med room, it’s no trouble.” He said as he passed you and went through the door into the medbay.

You felt your cheeks warm unintentionally at the nickname and followed him into the dark medbay.

He easily found the cupboard where they were kept and pulled one of the hypos out, loading it with the medication. He made eye contact with you and for a brief moment neither of you said anything, just locked eyes.

“Your neck?” Dr. McCoy said amusingly.

Your hand instinctively reached up and brushed your neck, “what about it? Is there something on it?”

Dr. McCoy smiled at you (the first time you had seen this smile outside Kirk saying something to make him laugh), probably laughing at the grimace of confusion that was evident on your face.

“For the hypo.” He said, lifting the small cylindrical object into your line of sight.

“Oh! Haha!” You laughed uncomfortably, embarrassed at your own stupidity, and pulled your hair off your neck to expose it.

He injected the hypo easily, as you were sure he had done a thousand times before, and you felt your headache start to melt away instantly.

Your face must have shown your relief as you opened your eyes to Dr. McCoy’s amused smile again. It really was a nice smile.

“Feel better?” He asked as he threw the hypo away.

“Much.” You responded and started to back away towards the exit, “thank you so much, I really didn’t mean to bother you, so sorry again.”

His face was full of amusement, but not the amusement you were used to, which was hurtful and mocking. No, this was kind and gentle, like he enjoyed your bantering and clumsiness.

Speaking of clumsiness, as you backed away from him you rammed your back into a med cart with a crash, and if not for Dr. McCoy’s steadying hand on your arm, you would have fallen to the ground.

Why did you have to be so clumsy and awkward? You thought to yourself as you looked up at the doctor, his hand still wrapped around your upper arm.

“Thank you,” you said quickly, pulling away from his grasp, “I am just going to get some breakfast now, and walk forwards, not backwards from now on.”

You laughed in spite of yourself and saluted with two fingers to him as you spun around. You heard him chuckling behind you and wished you hadn’t spun around so fast so you could see his kind smile again.

You were almost at the medbay doors when Dr. McCoy suddenly reappeared beside you.

“Mind if I join you? I could use some waffles and a cup of coffee.” He said, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand and meeting your eyes.

You stopped and smiled, your heart soaring, “Sure!” You said, probably too excitedly, “I could use some company.”

He smiled back at you and he started walking, but stopped once he realized that you weren’t walking with him. He turned back and looked at you quizzically, and before he could ask if you were coming, you spoke,

“You probably want to fix your hair first.” You teased and laughed at his facial expressions as he reached up and felt his hair that was still sticking up on its end.

“Was it like that the whole time?” He asked, mocking desperation and checking his reflection in the reflective window of the patient’s room.

You nodded and giggled as he scurried back into his office. “Why didn’t you tell me before?” He said, reappearing, combing his hair which he must have dampened in the sink.

“I thought it looked cute.” You blurted, smiling up at him, instantly feeling your cheeks blush as you realized that you probably shouldn’t have said that.

“Well thanks, darlin’, but I looked like a right idiot the whole time.” He drawled, his southern accent becoming apparent, “Well, now that I look like a proper human let’s go get some breakfast.”

You nodded and walked beside him out the door and into the bright hallway lights, a flame of something deeper than happiness igniting inside of you.

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Breakfast was excellent and you left the now empty mess hall feeling giddy and cheerful from your encounter with the doctor.

The two of you had talked non-stop for an hour and a half about your work as the ship’s only botanist, and he told many interesting stories about dire patients that he saved and dangerous situations that he had been in. Most of his stories involved Captain Kirk and 1st Officer Spock battling aliens and saving planets and you loved seeing the way his eyes light up as he told them, even if he pretended to be annoyed at Kirk’s antics and Spock’s never-ending logic. But he also wanted to hear about your life and what made you want to become a botanist, and you had a few interesting stories up your sleeve, but none compared to his. Even so, he listened intently and asked questions, stating that you two should collaborate and figure out some herbal supplements and treatments for patients. He even asked you to call him Leonard. You knew you were going to be replaying the conversation in your head all day, but still forced yourself to go to your lab and start on your day’s work.

There were many plant species that were picked up on the last away-mission that needed to be classified and documented, and you did your work happily and without complaint. Yes it was tedious work but you enjoyed every second of it.

At lunch time you looked for the Leonard but he wasn’t in the mess hall. Probably working or hanging out with Captain Kirk on the bridge. You picked up your lunch tray and went to travel to your normal spot in the hall, only to find it occupied by a group of people from your year in the Academy. You quickly tried to retreat but they had seen you and it was too late.

“Hey Y/N!” One boy in a red engineering shirt shouted.

You turned around slowly and offered him a polite smile and nod.

“Did I hear correctly that you were having a breakfast date with Dr. McCoy this morning?” The boy sneered, an evil amused grin on his face.

Leonard’s kind amused smile flashed in your memory and you wish it was him instead of this idiot that you were dealing with.

“Yes we had breakfast together, as colleagues.” You informed him, your smile now fading.

“Sure, sure. So has he nailed you yet? I was told that he sleeps with every nurse and science officer that he finds attractive, and by the look of those smoking legs, sweetheart, that is what he is after.” The boy snickered, looking to his friends for acknowledgement of his insult and they all smiled and laughed with him, their eyes now flicking back to you for a response.

You know you probably should be at least a little flattered that he thought you had nice legs, but it made you want to pull down the hem of your dress lower to cover more skin. During breakfast with Leonard you had been glad you hadn’t put on leggings, but now you regretted it.

Your cheeks flamed, anger flushing through your veins at his remarks about Leonard, and you tilted your chin up and looked down at the group, hoping your facial expression was ice-cold and mean.

“That’s not what I’ve heard, and he is very kind for your information.” You snapped at the entire jeering group, “And you, douche-nozzle, you should take some pointers from him, so you can actually keep a girlfriend for longer than a week.” You don’t know why you said it (or where you came up with the term “douche-nozzle”) but the words just fell from your lips.

The boy’s gaze had turned from amused to a dark glare and with an evil grin he smirked, “you’ll regret this, plant freak, you’ll regret this.”

You started backing away, glad that this encounter was over but you rammed right into a garbage disposal unit and your entire tray of food tipped out onto your uniform dress. Tears pricked your eyes as you heard cackling from not only the table of your classmates, but also other tables scattered around the hall. Looking up you saw through tear-stained eyes that all eyes were on you. Some held looks of pity or sympathy, some looked as if they might die of laughter, and a few looked like they might come and help you.

But instead you turned and ran out of the mess hall. This day that had started off perfect had ended up terrible.

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Back in your room you cleaned off, blood boiling as you continue to hear your colleague’s mocking laughs and hurtful words ringing in your ears. Frustrated tears stream down your cheeks involuntarily.

You were used to being teased, it was nothing new to you. You were top of your class at the Academy, but top of your class in botany is much less noble than top of the class in engineering or medicine or command. You had thought about joining one of the big 3, but engineering was too mechanical and cold, nothing living to be found. And medicine was too intense, and though you didn’t mind the guts and bodily fluids, seeing the medical team running around like they did was not something you wanted. And command, well, there was no chance for that, as you could barely be heard in a group of 5 people let alone an entire ship and crew. 'Plant Freak’ was your most regularly used nickname and you tried to convince yourself that it didn’t hurt you, but it did.

You sniffled and had just shimmied into a clean uniform when you heard an urgent knock at the door. Your heart stopped and you hoped it wasn’t one of the boys from the group looking for revenge. You wiped the remnants of tears off your cheeks, but didn’t have time to make your face any less puffy or red.

Pressing the button to open the door you saw a crew member that you had never seen before, and she was wearing a crisp white uniform with a medical insignia, so you assumed she was a nurse. Her alien features lit up when she saw you and began speaking desperately,

“Lieutenant Y/N?” She asked, her eyes taking you in, puffy face and all.

“Yes, that’s me.” You responded, still confused about why she was here.

“Dr. McCoy sent me; he needs you in the medbay immediately.” She reported, speaking so fast you almost didn’t catch what she was saying. Your heart leaped up into your throat. Leonard needed you? You thought. Was it something about the breakfast you shared this morning? You wondered but were suddenly jerked out of your thoughts as you saw the urgent look on the nurse’s face.

“What does he need?” You asked.

“He didn’t say. He just said to come and get you and that it was an emergency.” She explained and motioned into the hallway for you to follow.

“Yes, okay, well let’s go.” You blurted and followed her as she ran through the hallways to the medbay.

The medbay looked a lot different than it had this morning. People were buzzing around everywhere, but there was one room that most people seemed to be rushing in and out of.

The nurse led you into that room, and you squeezed past the crowding mob of bodies until you saw what the commotion was about.

1st Officer Spock was lying on one of the beds, a very large gash in his side, which was oozing green-black blood. But what was really odd was that his skin was almost white, and you could see the veins and arteries traced under his skin, dark green lines spreading across his body. The monitors were going crazy and you finally saw Leonard, barking orders at basically everyone. He didn’t look like the kind, gentle man you’d met this morning, he looked like what his title entailed, Chief Medical Officer. Finally his eyes rested on you and he looked relieved as he rushed towards you, his eye contact only breaking to shout some more orders at some more people. Once he reached you he placed a hand on your shoulder firmly.

“Thank the stars you are here, Y/N. I need you to do something for me.” His eyes were kind but urgent, sweat glistening off his brow, and his hand on your shoulder shaking slightly.

“What happened?” You asked quietly, eyes flicking to the prone officer on the bed. You now suddenly saw Captain Kirk in the room by the window, his whole demeanor setting off a vibe of stress and anxiety, and it looked like he should be in a medical bed too. His shirt was ripped and stained and he had blood dripping from a cut below his eye but he didn’t seem like he noticed as he leaned over Spock, a desperate worrisome look on his face.

“Kirk and Spock just came back from an away mission and Spock got shot with some weird alien hand-gun-thing that seems to be causing disseminated intravascular coagulation, but he is not responding to the medication.” Leonard explained frantically, almost speaking faster than the nurse had when she had come to your door. He was about to continue when he saw your brows furrow.

He sighed and continued, “disseminated intravascular coagulation is…”

“I know what it is, doctor,” You interrupted, meeting his desperate eyes, “Spock is forming clots in every one of his blood vessels, cutting off blood supply to just about everything.”

“Exactly,” he said, removing his hand from your shoulder and looking back to the chaotic room, “I need you to get me some…”

“Seabaene.” You finished his sentence for him, “Spock need Seabaene! I have some in my lab!"

You jumped up excitedly and Leonard’s face lit up.

"Exactly! And we need it fast…” But before you heard the rest of his sentence you were running out the door, pushing people out of the way and sprinting down the hallway to your lab.

You slid into the open doors of your lab and reached the supply room where you kept dried Seabaene, as well as one vial of a salve already prepared. You grabbed two bags of the dried leaves and the vial and turned, sprinting out of the room and back towards the medbay.

Adrenaline coursed through your body, your heart hammering in your chest and your hands shaking around the supplies but you made it back to the medbay without stopping, pushing past people again to get back into the room.

Spock looked even worse than he had when you left; the dark green blood vessels had spread and were even more prominent under his deathly white skin. The monitor that showed his vital signs were going crazy and his heart rate was insanely fast.

You spotted Leonard, looking both frazzled and focused at the same time, if that was possible.

“Leonard!” You yelled and his head sprung up from examining Spock and his gaze locked on yours.

You threw him the vial of salve over Spock and Leonard caught it easily, removing the cap as soon as it was in his hands.

“That should work; just spread it on his skin, as much as you can.” You instructed between breaths, willing your heart to slow down so you could focus

The doctor did just that and everyone became silent as they watched the monitors for signs of stabilization, but nothing happened. Suddenly everyone’s eyes were on you. You froze, locking eyes with Leonard, his face frozen in an expression of intense thought, and you could tell his brain was elsewhere, trying to think of another way to save Spock.

Captain Kirk broke the silence as he yelled, “Dammit Bones, DO SOMETHING!"

Your were racking your brain, trying to think of alternatives and why this wasn’t working. You eyed the green blood oozing from his wound.

"Dammit Jim, I am trying to think!” Leonard yelled back.

“Well think faster!” Kirk yelled again, throwing his hands up in the air in frustration.

Leonard was about to respond when you realized what the problem was. “He’s Vulcan.” You spoke up, your eye moving back and forth as you realized what was wrong.

“Half-Vulcan, yes.” Leonard responded, his head tilting questioningly as he was trying to figure out what you were getting at.

“Seabaene works as it is absorbed into the skin, but don’t Vulcan’s have like a moisture-proof layer of epidermis or something?” You suggested, your mind desperately trying to draw from your lessons from the Academy.

Leonard’s eyes lit up and his face broke out of its frustrated glare, “RIGHT!” He yelled, his hands setting the vial down as he moved around the bed towards you.

“So instead of topically it needs to be, injected directly into his bloodstream.” You said.

“Injected directly into his bloodstream.” Leonard said at the same time as you.

You looked up at him and smiled into his relieved face for a moment before turning and ripping open the bag of Seabaene.

“Genius.” He whispered and grabbed a solution for the both of you to begin preparing the injection.

The two of you worked in sync for a minute, Leonard handing you supplies and you prepared the injection.

“Doctor! He’s crashing!” A nurse yelled, and you heard the monitor screeching like crazy.

Leonard turned around and surveyed the monitors.

“How much longer until that solution is ready?” He asked, his voice tense, but not demanding.

“Just a few more steps.” You responded tersely, focusing all your energy on stopping your hands from shaking as you prepared the vial.

“Well you better work fast.” You expected him to be yelling at you, as he did with everyone else, but he spoke kindly, though there was a sense of urgency in his voice.

“Almost done…” You whispered, finishing up the last few steps as you heard the monitor screech out a loud tone, which you know meant his heart had stopped beating.

The room exploded into chaos and a crash cart was brought in, Leonard barking orders once more to everyone.

“Don’t shock him!” He yelled; to everyone’s, including your, confusion.

“What the hell, Bones, hasn’t his heart stopped?” Kirk’s voice sounded strained and pleading.

“Yes, Jim, but it doesn’t matter if we start it again if the blood that would be pumping out of it doesn’t go anywhere because of the clots.” Leonard explained urgently and suddenly you felt all eyes turn your way again.

This was all on you. The Seabaene was what was going to save Spock. You gulped and quickly stirred the mixture together, pouring it into the hypo chamber. The only sound in the room was the screeching tone of the monitor telling everyone that Spock’s heart was still not beating.

“Done.” You stated as relief flushed through you, turning around and tossing it over to Leonard.

The room was still tense as Leonard quickly injected the hypo into Spock’s neck. Nothing happened for a second and you felt tears prick your eyes again; you had failed, in front of the Captain, in front of the crew, and in front of Leonard. You looked down at your shoes in shame.

But then the screeching stopped and was replaced with a steady beeping. You looked up at the monitor to see that Spock’s vital signs were stabilizing. The room erupted into cheers and hoots of triumph, and Leonard shook his head in disbelief and rubbed his hands over his face. Kirk stepped over and patted Leonard on the back, looking especially happy, and they looked at each other in relief and gratefulness that their friend had survived. Leonard began barking orders at the nurses, telling them to ready the OR for surgery to remove “all this god-damn shrapnel” from Spock’s injury.

You decided your job was done and smiled as you stepped backwards, directly into a firm yellow wall. It was Captain Kirk. You hadn’t even noticed that he had come around to this side of the bed, and you turned to face him.

“Sorry, Captain, I didn’t mean to run into you like that.” You said sheepishly.

“No need to apologize Lieutenant, you just saved my 1st Officer’s life and I couldn’t be more grateful.” Kirk grinned and gently patted your shoulder.

“Thank you sir, it was an honour.” You responded with a big smile.

His crystal blue eyes sparkled as he said, “No, thank you, Lieutenant, and if you need anything, just ask, alright? That’s an order.” He winked at you, his smile teasing and your heart leapt with pride.

“Yes, sir.” You responded, grinning ear to ear.

Kirk left you to return to Spock’s side and you left the room still smiling like an idiot.

“Y/N, wait!” You heard a voice call behind you as you were about to leave the medbay.

You spun around to see Leonard’s face just moments before he wrapped his arms around your waist and nearly lifted you off the ground in a big bear hug. You involuntarily wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him back, and as you pulled apart he planted a rough kiss on your cheek.

“You were brilliant back there!” He exclaimed, his smile wide and beautiful, his hands still resting on your hips as if it was instinct to keep them there.

“Nah, I believe that would have been you.” You teased, returning his smile, your hands resting on his forearms gently.

“Seriously, though, I couldn’t have done it without you, darlin’.” He gushed.

“Thanks, Leonard.” You replied, and you felt the flame that ignited this morning getting even brighter the longer you stared into his eyes.

A flash of blue outside the medbay doors caught your eye and you glanced over to see a few of your mean classmates from the incident in the mess hall standing there. They were all making googly eyes, winking and making obscene gestures at the scene that had just played out in front of them.

Your heart dropped and your elation at the recent events plummeted. You pulled away from Leonard’s hold on your hips and dropped your hands to your sides. You looked back up at Leonard to see that he had followed your gaze outside and was now glaring darkly at the group. They disbanded quickly and went on their way down the hall.

Leonard looked back at you, but as soon as your eyes met you dropped your gaze to the floor and your arm reached over to grasp your other elbow. You began to fold inwards on yourself.

You could tell he wanted to say something and was about to when someone yelled that the OR was ready for Spock. He hesitated and his hands moved forward as if he was going to touch you again, but another call from across the medbay sounded and he dropped his hands to his sides.

You finally lifted your eyes to his, his face full of concern and unsaid words, but he pursed his lips and turned and ran back towards the OR.

You were left standing there feeling empty, willing that sense of pride and elation to return. You had just saved Spock’s life for stars-sake! The Captain himself thanked you for your valiant effort. And Leonard had hugged you and kissed you on the cheek. But a sense of uncertainty made you feel empty, as if the most recent events didn’t actually happen. You could only think of the ridicule and torture you would have to face every time you saw your classmates.

You decided to return to your quarters and spend the night in; giving yourself the evening off from work because you thought you deserved it. This day had been a roller coaster of emotions that was foreign to you. You liked everything to be the same, day after day, and you had gotten into a routine on this beautiful ship. All the emotions flooded through you now, from happiness at having breakfast with Leonard, to humiliation at lunchtime, to adrenaline and fear as they tried to save Spock’s life, to elation at actually saving his life, to just emptiness after it was all over.

You curled up in your bed, feeling all these things, sleep overtaking you surprisingly quickly.

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You ate meals in your room for the next couple days, wanting to avoid having to deal with people for a while. You happily worked in your lab with music blasting in your headphones, mainly working on a very large order of Seabaene salve and solution for the medbay as there was going to be another away-mission to the same planet, and Dr. McCoy wanted to be prepared.

Your heart ached every time you thought about Leonard. You had only met him formally the day you went to breakfast together but it felt like you had known him for a million years. You suppressed these feelings as you threw yourself into your work, working late into the evenings and stumbling to bed exhausted each night.

A week after saving Spock you almost had all the salve and solutions prepared. Blasting your favourite music, you danced around the lab, using the vials as microphones, feeling happier than you had in days.

Your music had been so loud that you didn’t hear the door open and close and were startled to see a blue shirted body standing in your lab.

You yelped and dropped the vial you were carrying, sending it smashing to the ground. You ripped out your headphones, heart pounding, and faced your intruder.

Leonard.

“Dammit, I’m sorry I startled you.” He swore, setting down the small paper bag in his hand onto a shelf and bending to pick up the broken pieces.

You knelt as well and reached for the pieces, collecting them gently into your hand as to avoid cutting yourself. As you reached for another piece your hand bumped Leonard’s and you instinctively apologized.

He didn’t respond except to reach and take your hand with the broken glass in it and move the pieces from your hand to his. His hands were soft and steady, as you assumed a doctor’s should be, but there was a light roughness about them that made you curious and want to explore his hands more. He threw the broken pieces in the garbage and you watched him, heart racing at the prospect of him being here.

He turned back to face you and you thought your heart was going to explode as you sat down on your work chair.

You both hesitated a moment before speaking at the same time.

“How’s Spock?” You asked.

“I brought you a muffin.” He stated, reaching for the paper bag.

A laugh escaped you after you both spoke at the same time, which seemed to break the awkwardness between the two of you.

“What?” You asked as he handed you the paper bag.

“I brought you a muffin.” He half-smiled, his brown eyes sparkling, “blueberry, I thought you would like it since you had blueberries on your waffles when we had breakfast the other day.”

You both spoke at the same time again.

“Thank you.” You responded with a smile.

“Speaking of breakfast…” He started but stopped when your words collided.

This time you both laughed and the awkwardness had all but melted away.

“Thank you.” You enunciated slowly as if to make sure he wasn’t going to speak at the same time. He laughed at that.

“You’re welcome.” He responded, leaning on the edge of your worktable, “and Spock’s doing much better now. Getting back to his aggravating self.” He gruffed and rolled his eyes and you giggled.

“Glad to hear.” You smiled and turned to gesture towards a box that was resting on a nearby shelf, "and your salves and solutions are almost ready, just a few more to…“

He interrupted. "Have breakfast with me tomorrow morning.”

Silence flooded between you and Leonard as you struggled for the words to respond.

“I… uh… I…” you squeaked.

“No, don’t respond to that. It’s an open invitation. If you want, I will be in the mess hall for breakfast tomorrow morning, and you are welcome to join me.” He insisted, lifting himself off the worktable, turning and walking out the lab doors.

You were dumbfounded, frozen in place for several moments before turning your attention to the muffin in the bag. You pulled it out and took a bite.

It was the best damn muffin you ever tasted.

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You decided to meet Leonard for breakfast in the morning, and set you alarm accordingly, or so you thought.

As you woke up from your warm, comfortable sleep, you turned to face the clock. It was 2 hours past what you had set your alarm for, meaning you missed breakfast with Leonard.

“Shit!” You swore, leaping out of bed and scrambling to get ready, though something in your gut told you that he was gone already, and you missed your chance.

You scurried to the mess hall, failing an attempt to fix your hair, and nearly slid into the door. Walking in, you saw the mess hall buzzing with people, none of them Leonard.

You turned and walked out of the mess hall, your heart heavy. Looking down the hall, to your dismay, you saw a few of your classmates coming towards you, including the douche-nozzle in the engineering red shirt.

“Well, well, well, look what we have here.” He jeered, coming closer to you, “you look like a dog who lost her bone.”

You shot a glare at him and folded your arms across your chest.

“Or should I say you look like a bitch who lost her Bones.” The whole group laughed now and you felt your cheeks warm.

“Oh look she’s blushing, he must have nailed her real good, than.” Another boy in blue prodded.

“Shut up.” You whispered.

“I heard he’s real good in bed, a real southern gentleman.” A blonde haired girl now said.

“Shut up.” You said a little louder.

“What was that, plant freak? You talk so quiet, but I bet you’re loud in bed…” The engineering boy sneered.

“Shut up!” You yelled, your hands now in fists at your side.

“Ahhh, she speaks!” The engineering boy exclaimed mockingly.

“Yeah, I do. And what I am saying is leave me alone. You guys should be nice to me. I saved Spock’s life and the Captain said if I needed anything, that I should go to him.” The group had gone quiet now as you continued your rant as menacingly as you could, “and don’t doubt me for a second that I won’t go to him and have you sent off this ship, am I making myself clear?”

“Clear as day.” The engineering boy responded, lifting two fingers to his forehead in a mocking salute.

You stalked past them, your hands still in fists but could still hear whispers of ‘bitch’, 'slut’, and 'whore’, emanating from the group.

You know you shouldn’t let them get to you, but still every single time they did. You rushed back into your lab and began finishing the salves and solutions for Leonard, and as you did your work the fury that had filled your veins was draining as well as your energy and by the end of the day you were exhausted.

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You washed your hands after you stacked the last of the salve on the shelf, grabbed your bag and headed out the door, dreaming of a comfy warm bed, a cup of tea and your book.

You were so lost in your daydream that you didn’t notice three boys standing outside your door until you almost smacked into them. Looking up, your heart dropped. One was the douche-nozzle engineering boy, the other two were in blue, all three with evil smirks on their faces.

“Hello, Plant Freak.” The engineering boy drawled.

“Hello. Excuse me.” You said as you tried to dodge past them, but the engineering boy stopped you with a forceful grip on your arm.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He sneered, and the other two boys snickered.

Fear coursed through you as you assessed the situation: this was not good.

You backed slowly towards the doors of your lab, bumping into them and leaning into them. One of the other boys suddenly reached pressed on the door-pad, and suddenly the doors slid open and you went careening backwards onto the hard floor of the lab.

The fall knocked the wind out of you and you struggled to sit up. The three boys advanced on you and you half crab-walked backwards to avoid them.

“No, no, no, Plant Girl, you are ours tonight.” The engineering boy spat, a hungry look in his eyes.

You looked desperately to the closing doors to see if anyone was passing by that could save you.

“Doctor Bonesy is not going to save you tonight, sweetheart.” He leaned over you, his breath rancid and warm as it neared your face.

“I want to hear you scream…” he teased and his face got closer and closer to yours.

You took your chance while you had it and punched him across the cheekbone. He dropped on top of you, his muscles locking up and you wriggled to get free. You got up halfway before being slammed down again by one of the other boys who pinned your arms to the ground. The engineering boy leered closer, rubbing his jaw, and pulled himself up, moving his legs so that he pinned your thighs under his knees.

“So you like it rough?” He insinuated, drawing out each word, he leaned close and whispered into your ear, “I can do rough."

You barely had time to be repulsed when he suddenly sat up and drove his fist hard against your jaw, your head snapping back against the steel floor.

You were taking in a breath to scream, stars floating in front of your eyes, when the boy that was holding your arms down released one hand and stuffed it in your mouth.

Tears streamed down your cheeks, and the engineering boy kneeled harder on your thighs, making you squeak in pain.

He leaned forwards again, an evil grin on his face, "don’t be afraid, sweetheart, this is only going to hurt a little, but you’ll enjoy it I promise.”

He reached for the belt on his pants and you knew that it was now or never. You bit down hard on the hand in your mouth, tasting blood, and the boy recoiled his hand with a shout. You used your free hand to reach up and scratch the engineering boy’s face, throwing him off balance, and you rolled out from under his knees. Springing up, adrenaline coursed through your body as you lurched forward, trying to get your now bruised legs to obey you. You grabbed onto a shelf to pull yourself forward, but ended up pulling off the box that was set on top of it. It was the box of salves that you had made for the medbay, and they smashed to the ground, the vials in sharp pieces, their contents spilled out onto the floor. A hand suddenly wrapped around your ankle and yanked,causing you to fall to the ground, hard, slicing your forearm open on one of the vials. You kicked out, connecting with someone’s face and heard something crunch and someone shout, but you didn’t look back as his hand released your ankle and you scrambled forward over the glass-covered floor. Finally you were upright and you sprinted to the doors, flinging them open and sliding out into the now dimly lit hallway. You could hear the boys shouting behind you but that just made you run faster. You didn’t know where to go, or what to do, and tears blurred your vision as you passed room after room. Finally you looked down to your stinging arm and saw blood dripping down it. You needed a healing patch, but you had passed the medbay already, and knew that the boys were still following you.

Suddenly you knew were to go, or instead who you should go to. You found his room and raised a shaky hand to knock a few time on the door. You kept looking around for signs of the boys, but you seem to have lost them. You knocked again, a sob almost escaping you and you desperately hoped that he was in here. Finally the doors flung open and you took in a sleepy figure clothed in pyjama pants and shirt, yawning and looking grumpy.

Then he saw you, and his face changed.

“Y/N?” Leonard asked quizzically, his expression freezing in place as he took in your tear stained, puffy face, the bruise blooming on your jaw, the blood streaming down your arm, and your uniform which was sliced and stained from the salve.

“What happened, are you alright?” He asked, concern filling his features and he stepped out into the hall towards you.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know who else to go to and you were probably sleeping but there were these guys and they were in my lab and I think I might need a healing patch and I broke all of the salves I made I am so sorry I am going to have to make new ones…” You blabbered in between sniffles and held your injured arm to your chest.

Leonard looked at you with disbelief and pity when you suddenly had a surge of panic followed by an urge to flee and you were almost going to turn to leave when he pulled you inside by your non-injured arm.

Once inside his dimly lit quarters, you heard the doors slide shut behind you and you were about to look up at Leonard when he pulled you into a bear hug, both of his arms around you, pressing you to his chest protectively. One of his hands came up to hold your head against his chest, the other was pressed against your back. You leaned into him and let out a sob, but this was a sob of relief as you pressed into his warm and protective arms.

“Shhhh… darlin’,” Leonard whispered soothingly against the top of your head, “its going to be alright, you’re safe now.”

His hand on your back now moved up and down, spreading warmth and sending tingles down your spine.

After a while you felt like you could breathe again and you pulled away gently, but he didn’t let you out of his reach, one of his hands resting on your shoulder, his thumb stroking your jawline.

As the adrenaline wore off your arm began to sting more and your jaw and thighs ached. Leonard’s eyes surveyed you and his thumb moved to press against your chin, moving your head back and forward gently so he could see the damage.

“We should get you down to the medbay and get you cleaned up.” He whispered, and you could tell his brain switched into doctor mode, working on which treatments you needed. He stepped towards you, as if heading to the door and you raised two shaky hands to his chest. He stopped instantly and looked down at your hands.

“I can’t go back out there.” You said weakly, your voice raspy and shaky.

You didn’t meet his eyes, but stared straight ahead at where your small, thin fingers rested on his chest, the cloth of his pyjama top thin enough for you to feel the warmth emanating from his body.

“Okay.” Leonard whispered, his hands wrapping around your wrists gently, “I have a med kit in here we can use.”

“Thank you.” You rasped, finally looking up into his eyes, which were big and concerned and kind.

He pulled you by your wrists over to the kitchen and helped you sit down on one of the stools. He opened a cupboard and pulled out a big black bag and set it on the counter.

“So what happened?” He asked as he pulled supplies from the bag.

Before you could respond the sudden sound of loud, booming footsteps coming from the hallway filled your ears and shredded the feeling of safety you had developed from being in Leonard’s apartment. You gasped and flinched, throwing your hands up to cover your ears and nearly toppling off the stool. Leonard laid his hands on either side of your shoulders to steady you, and kept them there until the footsteps subsided.

“Whoever did this, I’m going to kill them.” He stated gruffly and you looked up to his face contorted in anger as he glared at the door.

His sincerity made you huff out a laugh, which brought Leonard’s eyes away from the door and back to your face. He smiled at you gently and you managed a half a smile back.

As he sorted through his bag you told him the story of what happened, your voice shaky and breaking as you recounted the terrifying events. You could tell he grew more and more furious as you went on. He applied a hypo to your neck, and you felt the sting and aching of your wounds lessen. He pressed a healing patch to your arm and the bleeding stopped almost immediately. He applied a salve to the blue-black bruises forming on your jaw and on your thighs, and you couldn’t suppress a blush as he tenderly applied the salve there.

You felt a thousand times better once he had finished, but you also felt completely and utterly drained.

“You feeling better?” Leonard asked as he put away the medical supplies.

You managed a small nod, but suddenly your mind was racing and a feeling of anxiety washed over you, making your heart rate increase dramatically.

“I’m sorry I didn’t meet you for breakfast this morning, my alarm didn’t go off.” You blurted, your eyes on the floor.

You heard him chuckle softly and responded teasingly, “don’t worry about it darlin’. I have to admit I was slightly disappointed, but…"

He stopped talking when he saw your face. Tears streamed down your cheeks again, but this time it wasn’t uncontrolled sobs, only sad, slow tears that overflowed down your cheeks.

"Is something still hurting you?” He questioned as he turned back to the cupboard to get the med kit again but stopped as you shook your head.

“Then what is it?” He asked gently and kneeled down in front of you so you had no choice but to look down into his sad quizzical eyes.

As you looked at Leonard more tears streamed down your face, and all you could do was shake your head, gulp a few shaky breaths, and bury your face in your trembling hands.

Leonard’s hands came gingerly up and rested on your knees, thumbs stroking a soft pattern into your skin.

Another wave of anxiety caught you in its grasp and you suddenly realized you couldn’t take his kindness and pity anymore, you didn’t deserve it.

“I can’t.” You whispered and suddenly twisted your chair, stood up and strode towards the door with as little shaking as you could manage.

“Y/N, wait!” Leonard yelled and you heard his footsteps behind you.

You had barely made it into the living room when he grabbed your hand and spun you around to face him.

“Why do you run away from everything?” Leonard said almost roughly, his face contorted in what looked like a mix of pain and confusion.

“Let me go.” You instructed him, tugging weakly at your arm.

He didn’t say anything but responded by entwining your fingers through his so you two were properly holding hands.

You looked up at him in desperation but you knew that he wasn’t going to back down. You let out a sigh of surrender and squeezed his hand that you held. He squeezed back gently.

“I am no good for you.” You started, begging the tears that pressed on your eyes to retreat, “I am quiet and weak and awkward, and can barely stand on my own two feet. You are strong and intelligent and a hero and I am nothing. Nothing piled on nothing. I’d rather curl up and read my book and avoid my problems than face them. You deserve someone a thousand times better than me, that’s why I am leaving.”

Leonard looked at you quizzically, and he pulled at your connected hands so you moved closer together. You couldn’t handle it. You released his hand and stalked to the other side of the coffee table.

You stared at each other for a minute before he spoke.

“You are not nothing.” Leonard began, and you started to interject but he raised a hand to stop you, closing the distance and stopping in front of you.

“You. Are. Not. Nothing.” he repeated slowly and continued, “you are kind and funny and smart. So god-damn smart. And you are a hero. You saved Spock’s life when even I couldn’t. And sure, you are clumsy and awkward, but I find that incredibly endearing and refreshing.”

He paused and you let his words sink in, and you were surprised to find that your anxiety was diminishing, as these situations usually caused you to panic. You fiddled with a tear in your uniform and waited for him to continue.

Leonard ran his hand down the back of his neck before he spoke again, “Everyone on this damn ship thinks that they’re a hero just because they are on it. They are so cocky and hard-headed and think that they can get whatever they want. But not you. When I met you it was like a breath of fresh air. I didn’t have to argue or debate anything with you because you were actually listening to what I was saying and not trying to interject with your own ideas. And I am friends with Kirk and Spock and that’s literally all they do. Not you, though. You are different."

As he spoke he seemed to get more agitated or frustrated like he was mad that you couldn’t see your own worth. But the truth was, you couldn’t. You’d been knocked down so many times about your ideas and dreams and everything that you had forgotten that you wanted them in the first place. You’d forgotten what it was like to have someone believe in you. Your mean classmates faces and jeers came back into your mind like a flood and you almost broke down again.

"Why can’t anyone else see that? Nobody ever believes in me. Even my parents doubted me about joining the Academy. They didn’t think I could do it. But I did. And I was mocked for years.” You drew out the word ‘years’ for emphasis and continued, growing more flustered and agitated. "Why in the world would you want to study botany if you wanted to be in Starfleet? And then I was chosen for the Enterprise and I was mocked even more.”

You took a shaky breath and met Leonard’s eyes, his face open and kind as you continued,

“I run away because I am not strong enough to fight. Not strong enough to confront anything. Not the bullies, not my parents, and especially not my feelings for you.“

You backed away from him; keeping his gaze locked with yours when you felt your foot catch on the corner of the coffee table. Before you could tumble, Leonard’s hands were around your waist, pulling you up. But this time he didn’t let you go. He pulled you closer until your foreheads touched.

"I believe in you.” He whispered, his breath warm on your lips, sending shivers down your spine.

Your brain screamed for you to run away, to escape from his arms and turn and head out the door as fast as you could. But for once you pushed it aside. You ignored your body’s natural instinct to flee and instead wrapped your arms around Leonard’s neck.

Your hand smoothed down the hair at the back of his neck, and every passing second that you were pressed against Leonard helped your shaking extremities to steady and your breathing to slow. Your anxiety was long gone.

“This scares me.” You whispered, staring deep into his dark brown eyes.

“Good.” Was the last word he said before he closed the gap and pressed his lips to yours. Your hands moved to cup his cheeks as he kissed you slowly, his hands tightening around your back. Everything suddenly felt like it was falling apart at the same time that it was falling into place.

You pulled away gently, and ran your fingers through his hair, making it stick up, similar to the morning you first met.

“You should probably fix that.” You teased, a smile playing on your lips.

Leonard stared at your lips with unabashed longing and said, “Nah,” before pulling you back in to his lips and lavishing you again.

Your heart was full and your lips were sore when he eventually pulled away, his arm still draped around your waist. He lead you to his bedroom and you paused, not sure that you were ready for this step yet.

“Don’t worry, darlin’,” Leonard assured, sensing your hesitation, “I just haven’t had a good night’s sleep since Spock’s return and I think you might be the perfect remedy for that.” He suggested, pulling the covers back and climbing in, your hand still in his.

You tugged off your boots and tossed them on the floor. Leonard’s hand pulled yours into the bed and you climbed in and curled up against him, your chin tucked against his collarbone, your body fitting perfectly into his. You planted a couple kisses on his neck and he responded by kissing your forehead.

As you felt him fall asleep you wiggled upwards in the bed so your face was at the same level as his. He was half asleep, but his eyes were still slightly open.

“Mmmm?” He hummed questioningly and you felt his arms pull your body closer to his.

“I believe in you too.” You whispered to him and placed a gentle, lingering kiss on his lips, before pulling away smiling. Leonard smiled sleepily too, and you watched his eyes flutter closed in exhaustion.

You curled back up into his body and rested your head on his chest.

Nothing was better than this, you thought to yourself as the flame of happiness enveloped your entire body.

If Leonard could believe in you as much as he did, maybe you could learn to believe in yourself too.

- That’s all folks! Thanks for all the support with my new page, it’s been wonderful! I have many more ideas swimming around in my head (including one that involves Jim Kirk and a blanket fort) so keep yours eyes out for it! End scene. -

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