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adenil-umano · 7 years

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anyway @spones-in-my-bones @allislaughter

The ship goes down in 2247 and comes back up in 2203.

McCoy is on his first deep space assignment as an Ensign, junior grade. He’s fresh-faced and boyish and he’s one of thirty other people on this ship that has suddenly found itself half way across the galaxy orbiting Earth. It’s his first experience with time travel.

The captain is young as well, and not really very good at his job, but he knows enough to duck them out of sight. He’s memorized the time travel protocols to the letter and knows exactly what to do: stay hidden. Collect data on the period. Get home as quickly as possible. And, leave no trace.

As a scout ship they don’t have the computer capabilities to calculate the return trip. So it’s up to McCoy, the Captain, and the chief engineer to beam down and find a computer that can do it. Thankfully there’s one right under their noses at Starfleet headquarters. It’s easy enough to procure a few old uniforms (the requisite joking about antiques takes longer than the replication itself) and beam down. Starfleet security was a bit more lax back in the day, and their future tech makes easy work of it.

They find a secluded corridor where no one seems to be guarding the computer. They leave McCoy to guard the door while they infiltrate the computer. He stands in the hall itching and nervous. He’s sweating. He’s never done this before. He thinks that surely they’ll be caught, that he’ll mess something up. Maybe he’ll wind up never being born, or he’ll accidentally kill someone who is important (and they’re all important), or worse, he’ll be forced to save someone who should have died.

He’s so wrapped up that he doesn’t notice the Vulcan approaching until the man’s right on top of him.

“Excuse me,” he says. “Are you a tour guide?”

He absolutely isn’t, but he also can’t say that he’s not supposed to be here--that he’s here breaking and entering and stealing computer data. So he sends one panicked look back at the door and says, “Yeah.”

The Vulcan introduces himself as Sarek, aide to the Ambassador to Vulcan.

McCoy sends a panicked message to the away team saying he needs to take care of an issue, and then he tries to take Sarek on a tour. He figures that Starfleet headquarters can’t have changed too much in the last 45 years--but he’s wrong. He gets turned around a dozen times and Sarek’s eyebrows are doing gymnastics and, dammit, he’s never been good at interacting with Vulcans. They’re too pointy and too logical, and more often than not he gets into fights with them.

But he tries his best with this one and eventually manages to get Sarek to where he’s meant to be. And they only have a little argument about whether or not a bowl cut is logical along the way.

Back on the ship, the crew runs the data gathered but finds they still can’t get home. Things are getting dicey: they’ve been dodging Starfleet’s sweeps of the area and pretending to be a Totally Normal cargo vessel, but Starfleet should see through their rouse soon enough. They need more information to get back to their own time.

They need to find a better computer, but the one that’s supposed to be there isn’t showing up on their sensors. Either it’s cloaked or it hasn’t been built yet. Either way, they beam down with handheld tricorders for a closer look. McCoy is in the quad examining a potted plant when it happens.

Across the way he hears a shout, something breaking, and someone calls out, “Is there a doctor!?”

He’s running before he quite knows what his feet are doing. A dozen students are gathered around a choking man. Someone is trying to dislodge whatever’s choking him, but it isn’t working. Of course not. The man’s a Vulcan, and they’re doing the move for a human.

McCoy bats everyone aside and places the flat of his palm between the third rib and forth and shoves hard once, twice, and then blessedly the man is breathing again, harsh gasps as he curls his hand around McCoy’s for balance and rasps, “Thank you, Doctor.”

And McCoy thinks, shit, that was exactly what I wasn’t supposed to do, and says, “No problem, Mr. Sarek.”

He tries to pull away but Sarek doesn’t let him go immediately. They lock eyes. Finally, Sarek lets his hand drop. “Perhaps I could repay you for your assistance?” he says. “Over tea?”

And McCoy doesn’t know how to say no.

(He tells his Captain later and gets only a deep, protracted sigh in response. He’s allowed to go on his date. McCoy’s pretty sure that violates at least a dozen temporal ordinances, but he doesn’t know how to argue with that, either.)

The tea is lukewarm and spicy. The company is good. Eventually, McCoy figures out that Sarek actually enjoys it when he starts and argument, and so he begins a few more just to be sure. If the sparkle in Sarek’s eye is anything to go by, he’s into it.

They walk through the quad after their date and stop to look at the bridge. It’s quiet this evening. Peaceful. And McCoy thinks, I should come clean.

He says, “Sarek...”

And Sarek holds up his hand. “I feel the same.”

He’s helpless in the face of that, and so he lets Sarek teach him how to hold his hand, morphing his fingers into a soft kiss.

It takes them a week to get home. It’s a week McCoy will never forget.

He thinks about it again later, when he meets another Vulcan who is handsome and clever. Who always has a friendly argument for him. Whose patience is thin at best, but whose kindness knows no bounds. He thinks about it when he considers what it would be like to date Spock for real. Fall in love with him. Be with him. Stay with him. He thinks about it a lot.

(The day he takes Spock out for tea he’s delighted when Spock is pleasantly surprised that he knows how serve it. Lukewarm. Just as Vulcans like it. He smiles soft and kind and says, “I’ve done my research.)

He wonders sometimes what Sarek is up to now but he decided early on not to look into it. He’d be much older now, anyway. Probably he forgot all about the freshfaced Ensign who left him standing alone on the quad without even a call to say, “I’m sorry.”

He’s in his dress uniform twitching and nervous. Yet another diplomatic function. Even Spock seems uncomfortable beside him. McCoy glances over, sly, and tries to distract him.

“How does that Vulcan salute go?”

He never was able to do it. Not when Sarek showed him, and not now when Spock tries again to teach him. His hand just wasn’t built that way. He keeps his hand by his side, fingers stiff, and then he sees who’s coming down the walkway.

Sarek--and it has to be him, how could it be anyone else?-- nods to them each in turn. McCoy feels like his throat has slammed shut but he manages a small nod, his hand moving abortively by his side.

“Ambassador.”

“Doctor.” And is it his imagination that Sarek’s gaze lingers on him just a moment too long? Sarek has hardly changed, but McCoy has probably changed even less. Only a few years have passed, his time. Does Sarek remember him?

He’s so caught up in thinking about it that he almost doesn’t hear Spock’s dry monotone as he says, quite matter-of-factly, “Captain, Ambassador Sarek and his wife are my parents.”

And McCoy thinks, oh shit.

#McRek #get REKT McCoy #someone stop me #spones #spones angst anyway #remember that post going around about McCoy dating a different vulcan?#this is the worst possible universe for that #you're welcome #adenil writes

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genderbinaryisforlosers · 6 years

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*deep breath ready to spill all my thoughts on the finale*

*just screams*

okay but really my commentary is under the cut and i want you all to know that i cried my eyes out

"long-awaited finale" is right zach

oh no we're opening with a hera monologue

is the little girl pryce? the little girl is pryce

so pryce is much younger than cutter. i feel like that explains their dynamic a little

"it's so evil! and so planned!" dougery i love you

YEAH KEPLER PISS OFF

yes renée. just fucking leave. do it. please.

ok no but you gotta talk to the others about it properly my girl

"well that seemed... healthy..."

flaaashBACK flaaashBACK omg Day 1

ultraviolet angel douglas eiffel and his dumb cigarettes

destroy him daniel

eifflace feast!! theyre best friends

DO NOT ALCOHOL DOUG

good boy

awwwww my good kids

"do let it hit you on the way out" salty boi

"i'm not going anywhere" "yess" "nice!" "ughhh"

renée EVERYONE is joining are you kidding

"there's the minkowski i've been waiting on" "i knew she was in there somewhere"

"i'm starting to think these guys are my kind of stupid" I LOVE MY STUPID DEFECTOR SON

oooh more flashbacks. alanaaaaa awww

danny boyyyyy omg he was immediately ride-or-die for maxwell i'm love him

OH NO EIFFEL'S TALKING TO ANNE

HE LOVES HER SO MUCH AAAA (yeah fran you were right this reduced me to tears)

please hug, you two

"chin up, soldier"

MUSICAL NERDS AWWWW

...

WHAT ARE YOU DOING

PLEASE RENÉE DON'T DO THIS

I WANT DOUGIE TO GET HOME AS MUCH AS THE NEXT LOSER BUT NO

HE CALLED HER R E N É E

SHE CALLED HIM D O U G

GOD DAMN YOU NO. RENÉE YOU NEED YOUR MISCHIEF SPECIALIST

he's in deep space a g a i n my poor boy

"it's very... us." "so reckless, dangerous, and practically guaranteed to fail?" "would you have it any other way commander?" "not in a million years hera"

awwww baby minkowki you nerd

hera is so cute!

B r a v e N e w W o r l d

eiffel's minkowski impression never fails to be hilarious

SURPRISE PARTY adladkdjksb

only bulletproof gays on this station

oh it's selberg hello doctor doom

lovelace's hephaestus got orientation? cushy

"i'm never going to be rid of you am i" LOL

noo dougie boy noo she just wanted to keep you safe

awww he's doing the imagination thing again

renée minkowski is a huge nerd and doug eiffel is her best nerd friend

i like to imagine that doug's process here was "what is the most unintentionally nerdy thing minkowski could set as her password" and then he went "ah yes, the roman name for Hephaestus, VULCAN"

a v i r u s

oh no. doug. dougie boy. d e c i m a

of course doug is the key. of course

CANNONBALL

eiffel i love you but that was most likely a huge mistake

oh no, hera has a Plan. all of her plans end in eiffel injury

post-episode note: oh god

"with my life, darlin" awwww

"you're gonna go do something stupid, aren't you?" "oh yeah"

yes isabel my love

"let's go get our idiot back" ONE BIG HAPPY FAMILY

oh jacobi. hang in there buddy

aww bob rip. he's joining blessie in the star

“the pryce is right!” he's been waiting a while to use that pun

OH NO

YOU CAN'T TAKE HIS MEMORIES YOU BITCH LEAVE HIM ALONE

omg hera v pryce showdown in eiffel's brain

MINKOWSKI SHOT CUTTER. god bless

he can catch bullets are you FUCKING kidding

lmfao leuitenant commander renée minkowski just shoots her problems. it's the minkowski way

typing really, really fast

SHE HAS A HUMAN FORM AND ITS VERY NOT PRYCE

you can't take his memories. please. oh no. don't take annie from him.

please hera i believe in you but don't let pryce take anyone from doug

can't believe warren came through

his last act alive was to chug a whole bottle of scotch. which he just had on him. that's very kepler.

lovelace...?

SURPRISE!!

is jacobi...? :(

leave isabel alone. fuck you.

oh no she's so scared

RENÉE

UHHHHHHHHHHHH GIRLS? YOU GOOD? ARE YOU GOOD???

leave. his. memories. alone.

gut shot. fuck. fucking gut shot. baby...

DID SHE JUST KICK HIM IN THE GUT DESPITE THE BLOOD POURING FROM HER ABDOMEN I LOVE HER

fight it isabel! yes! that's my girl!

and i feel minlace in this chilis tonight

D E S T R O Y E D

HARPOON MOTHERFUCKER

"nice" ajakdklfjs

"i'm just going to clip your wings a little" OOHHHHHHHHH YES REKT

big storm comin. brave new world.

EXCUSETH ME

DOUG YOU CAN'T

oh no. he's not gonna. remember. oh. no. oh no.

NO. NO NO NO.

…

r e n é e

…

oh jerkobi’s still alive!

“ignore him, he’s been insufferable” “ignore her, i’m wonderful”

HE’S LISTENING TO THE LOGS

oh dougie boy... you were more wonderful than you’ll ever know and you can be again, this love is eternal and will never die

“tell me you didn’t do all this just to win a bet” “totally worth it!” I LOVE HIM

she’s over the glitching!!! my girl!!!

“wanna find out together?” awwwww. brave new freakin world

*deep breath* okay. wow. i... don’t even know what to say. thank you, wolf 359 crew, for this incredible story. that feels like a stock sentence. words can’t properly convey all of my emotions right now. i can attach a photo of me crying if that helps. because i cried a lot. anywhere with a ‘...’ is where i was crying too much to write anything. if i ever manage to collect my thoughts i might post something more eloquent, but for now thank you and also fuck you

#wolf 359 #w359 brave new world #w359 s4 #w359 spoilers #riley rambles

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