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October 25: 1x20 Court Martial

Now that Chopped is done I am free to watch TOS again. Today’s ep: Court Martial, a wonderful combination of two of my favorite things: Captain Kirk and Legal Stuff.

Look at that backdrop. I forgot how many Very 50′s backgrounds they had in this show.

The Intrepid is here for repairs! Such a lost opportunity to show more Vulcans in Starfleet.

I don’t entirely get why the Commodore has his own special transport pad. I guess it must allow him to beam himself places without the use of a ship but like... to where is he beaming?

Lol that absolutely terrible sailor suit outfit on the little girl. I can only assume it’s a school uniform as it’s the only thing she ever wears.

Can you believe how this whole episode is based, essentially, around allegedly broken regulations? I mean I know it’s more than that and they do a good job explaining why it’s bad to eject the pod early (”when there is no emergency”) but like, essentially, the underlying conditions of emergency are not in Kirk’s control. It’s possible to just skip officially calling the emergency while nevertheless acting in a way that is appropriate for an emergency, and so it comes down to “did he first declare the emergency officially and then act in accordance with the declared emergency or did he just skip the first step?” rather than “did he act too quickly?” since HE was the one who determined if the conditions warranted an emergency.

Having said all that I still don’t get what an ion pod is or where it was or why it had to be ejected at all. Or how Finney got out of the pod if it was ejected.

Vulcanian expedition?!?

Kirk’s default voice is just flirty; I’m sorry but it is. Even talking to his old school classmates, who are VERY quick to judge him harshly and hate on him, implying they were probably never friends, he’s All Charm by default. And he doesn’t drop the charm even when he starts politely fighting with them.

Bones using Jim to flirt--with Jim’s ex-girlfriend! “Did you see that guy over there, he’s pretty famous, and we’re friends!”

I love Areel Shaw and I’m just gonna say I think she’s my favorite Kirk girlfriend.

Charged with culpable negligence. As opposed to...not culpable negligence?

When he was a midshipman...

What’s with all these professor & student friendships??

I cannot believe part of the Finney & Kirk backstory is that he literally named his daughter after Kirk. Like that’s so intense! I feel like it kind of changes everything but I can’t entirely untangle how.

This “I can’t believe you filed a report about my error” backstory is literally the beginning of STID except Kirk is the Spock of this scenario.

Star Trek: Law and Order. Bum bum.

This whole idea of pitting Kirk against a computer is clever in that people to this day are like “but computers are infallible?” but also dumb because Kirk >>> Computer obviously.

Having drinks with the ex and he turns the charm up to 11.

All of this is wildly unethical, from her telling him about the prosecution’s case, to her BEING the prosecution.

I actually read an article recently about this isn’t, or shouldn’t be, her job as prosecutor, to drum him out of the service in disgrace. Her job should be to find the truth in a more neutral way.

Wtf are all these totally useless federal reporters doing here?

I’m a pro-book person but this is a HILARIOUS anti-computer speech. Like--the law is in the computer dude! It is! It’s the same law as in the books. Intergalactic Westlaw is available to you. And then he goes off on this weird rant about Moses, like--dude, Moses isn’t in the reporters OR Westlaw OR whatever Starfleet code is actually at issue here.

Kirk likes him though.

Shaw in the dress uniform with the long skirt hot damn.

Not even the computer can pronounce Spock’s full name. And he’s been demoted again.

Vulcanian Scientific Legion of Honor.

Spock isn’t having any of this. “I don’t dispute it. I just... actually I do dispute it because it’s nonsense.”

His entire testimony is the equivalent of “You don’t have all the facts.” / “Which are?” / “I love him.”

The defense doesn’t need to question him because he’s already testified for the defense.

This is such a hilarious use of McCoy. For the first time ever we’re told he’s actually a psychologist on top of being a surgeon and GP and then his whole testimony isn’t even really medical? It’s just like wild speculation, which being a doctor and an “expert in psychology” somehow qualifies him to provide?

I love how Kirk’s service record just goes on and on and on. Areel doesn’t do herself any favors objecting to it; that just draws attention to it. As the defense lawyer knows by insisting it continuing and then cutting it off for being comically long.

Kirk: “I can be level-headed in an emergency. This wasn’t my first rodeo.”

This chair design is SO BAD. I know it needs to be like this for the plot but omg putting the pod release button on the chair at all (like does the captain have to jettison pods a lot?) and then especially directly under the red alert button, and then putting both of them just out there without any kind of cover or anything--that’s just waiting for someone to lean on his chair arm and make a deadly mistake.

Also nothing else is even labeled lmao.

This is a very impressive deep fake.

This whole ion storm does not really seem like a scary emergency situation lol. It seems like Kirk and everyone else are basically keeping their heads.

“You may be able to beat your next Captain at chess” Kirk as chess master confirmed.

“I didn’t realize how close you and my father were even though I was literally named after you.”

Obligatory Bones accuses Spock of not caring about Jim scene.

“Why thank you, Doctor, my blood is very cold.”

I can’t believe Spock programmed the computer to play chess with him. Probably so he could practice for Jim.

The lawyer’s outfit is hilarious: little pocket for a pen in front. Is he... a civilian lawyer? Is that even allowed?

Here is talking about the Bible again. And the Magna Carta. First, it’s always funny when a bunch of real things are followed by some fake science fiction things. And second, he’s pretty obviously just talking about the Constitution, and like maybe a very tiny bit about the Magna Carta. There’s no right to counsel in the Bible.

Really glad to know the Martians care about the right to an attorney though. And that the Alpha 3 Colonies protect the right of confrontation.

I bet Spock is unimpressed with this Drama.

Why did they change out of their dress uniforms?

How convenient that Finney was one of only three people who could change the computer. I mean I guess this is a permissions thing--but why would the records officer have that? Not that I know what a records officer is.

“White noise device” you can’t fool me, that’s a microphone.

Also another hilarious use of McCoy. Do they really NEED the ship’s surgeon to put a microphone against people’s chests? “Don’t mind me, just stealing your heartbeats.”

Like the general concept of this is nifty story telling but some of the details are....uh.... funny.

Captain’s log: “We brought a young girl onto the ship even when it’s in a dangerous position so we could use her against her father.”

Finney really was playing the looooooong game of revenge lol. And yet it still doesn’t seem well thought out. What was the next part of his plan? Somehow get back OFF the ship once Kirk’s career is ruined, and then live the rest of his life under an assumed name? Never seeing his daughter again? No Starfleet career even though it’s allegedly so important to him? Seems a little bit like everyone loses.

Lol not letting Spock leave the bridge because the court martial’s not ever. “Sorry, we all might die, but court IS still in session.” Even though they ALREADY KNOW the alleged victim is still alive!

I love that Uhura is essential personnel. They didn’t keep the navigator on board, even though they apparently need one, but they did keep Uhura.

Oh no, Kirk’s flimsy shirt, falling apart again!

“Beaten and sobbing, Finney told me how to fix the ship.” Bitter much?

Kirk, being a badass, fixing the ship all by himself.

Honestly I just really love a narrative in which an upright man plays by the rules, does the right thing, and behaves in good faith and is ultimately vindicated and rewarded.

Now everyone agrees there’s no crime and thus no point to continuing the court-martial.

He’s defending Ben Finney! Good luck with that.

I love how Kirk’s face goes from full-on-romance to slightly-embarrassed-serious-Captain as soon as he remembers, hey, I really AM on the bridge!

“She’s a very good lawyer.” / “Obviously.”

This was such a good Kirk episode, both for showing off all his good qualities, and for getting some interesting insight into his character. He strikes me as the kind of person who, because he’s so by-the-book, and because he’s smart and successful, inspires jealousy in other people, and thus has a lot of strained acquaintanceships--like with the other men at the bar. But he also has these really, really strong friendships and relationships: Areel Shaw, Spock and McCoy, and even Finney. I feel like he’s probably rather awkward with most people, but then when the relationship is established, he’s ride or die. And, he doesn’t hold grudges. I don’t think he really knew how upset Finney was about what happened literally 10+ years ago--especially if he had any say at all about Finney serving on his ship, and I suspect he could have at least vetoed him. And even after Finney tried to disgrace him and then actually kill him, he still didn’t seem to upset about it, or about his lawyer turning around and defending Finney.

I think Kirk likes the military in part because it gives him this very strict set of rules about interacting with other people, so he doesn’t have to make up his own. I bet the intensity of the service also allows him to form these stronger relationships, which do seem to suit him better. And when he doesn’t have anything else to fall back on, he INVARIABLY pulls out the charm: he does it with old classmates, random 21st century pilots, immortal teenage girls, and actual love interests. It’s his default mode. I think that makes sense for someone who’s very ambitious, very precise, very nerdy, very rules-oriented, and whose default mode as a young man, by his own admission, was “grim.”

Wow it is so much later than anticipated... I need to get to sleep!

Next ep is Return of the Archons, which I’ve only seen once and don’t remember super well. I think it’s a ‘society ruled by computers’ thing, which is fine. Maybe not as much of a classic as some other S1 eps, but it should be fun anyway.

#the year 2020 #2020: star trek #2020: fandom thoughts #star trek tos

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Come Hell or High Water Chapter 4: Where You Go

Warnings: Steamy, Brief violence/descriptions of medical stuff, language

Word Count: 3,466 (!!! I KNOW)

A/N: Um surprise! I’m not dead! This is so unbelievably late, I know and I am so so sorry, y’all. I have many reasons, but let’s just say life and plot. I hope the longer chapter will help make up for it and that y’all will enjoy! Title credit goes to the oh so supportive and amazing @bakerstreethound who has literally been the saving grace for this series ILY BBY

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Jim’s poor choice in sunscreen would have been funny if he wasn’t acting so pitiful, not that you could blame him, of course. Leonard ended up staying at home with him while you and the rest of the gang went out to finish up back to school shopping with Joanna. Which was an adventure in and of itself. Between the crowds of pushy parents with disinterested kids and the stifling heat, you were left wondering more than once if the sunburn could really be that much worse. On the bright side, you managed to sneak off to the bookstore with Joanna and had picked up a few – okay maybe more than just a few – books to add to your collection. Leonard, per usual, had plenty to say about that when you returned later that evening.

“(Y/n), you already have more books than you know what to do with!” He glared in exasperation at the books in your arms as you walked up towards the front door.

“You can never have too many books, McCoy,” He harrumphed as he stepped aside to let you into the house. “Besides,” You set the books down once inside, grabbing three to hand off to Joanna. “Not all of them are mine,” You winked over your shoulder at him, grinning when he rolled his eyes and shook his head.

“And I thought I spoiled her,” Joanna giggled and pressed a kiss to his cheek before she darted up the stairs with her haul.

“Oh, don’t worry, y’ know tomorrow is date night, I’ll spoil you just as much as I do her,” You headed up the stairs as well, giving him a pat on the chest as you walked by.

“Hey, hey, hey, now hang on just a minute there! It’s my job to spoil you, not the other way ‘round,” You rolled your eyes and turned to look at him as you reached the top of the stairs.

“Leonard McCoy, I adore you and your southern values, but that’s old fashioned; even for you,”

“He can’t help it, (Y/n). He’s just that old,” Jim’s voice sounded out from behind the door on the right, earning a scowl from Len. You snorted and continued into the bedroom you and Leonard were sharing.

“Bad news, Jim. We’re all out of painkillers,” Leonard barely finished his sentence before Jim was yelling again.

“What I meant to say was that he’s always right and we’re all always wrong,”

“Oh, how about that, I just found some!” You rolled your eyes in amusement as Len grabbed a nearby hypospray and headed across the hall.

“You’re a cruel man, Leonard McCoy! Threatening the sick and afflicted,” You called after him, grabbing what you needed for a quick shower.

“Yeah, Bones, I could be dying!” You could almost hear Len’s eyes roll, and you couldn’t stop the smile on your face at the mental image.

“Don’t be so dramatic,” The sound of a hypospray being administered was quickly followed by a yelp. “There, give it a few minutes to kick in.” You rushed into the bathroom before Leonard could return and question you further about what you had planned for tomorrow night. You took your time, hoping Leonard would let it go. Fortunately for you, he got assigned table setting duties; and by the time you got downstairs was deep in discussion with Donna and Fred. Supper also passed without incident, and you forgot about it, quickly saying goodnight to everyone before rushing upstairs to start on one of the new books. You were midway through the second chapter when Leonard came into the room, closing the door behind him. “Do you really think I’m old-fashioned?” His question threw you for a moment, but you swiftly caught up, setting your book down.

“That depends,” you said with a raised eyebrow. “Do you really think it isn’t right for me to spoil you?”

“Of course not! I’m not from the dark ages!” You gave him a small smile before returning to your book. “I would, however, like to know how you plan to do so,”

“I’m sure you would,” You laughed. He huffed in frustration, finally moving away from the door to strip down to his boxers and crawl into bed. “You’re annoyingly stubborn, y’ know that?” You smiled mockingly as you replied.

“You have absolutely no room to talk, McCoy.”

Leonard continued to pester you all day Friday, trying to get you to spill what you had planned for the evening. He finally gave up after you told him that you’d arranged for him to give a lecture at UGA on the physiology of Vulcans. In reality, you’d managed to get last-minute tickets to a local country music festival. You weren’t a huge fan of the genre yourself, and Len tried to keep it under wraps that he was; in fact, the only reason you knew was that time you walked in on him singing along to Hank Williams while working in his office. The day seemed to fly by in your excitement, and before you knew it, it was time to get ready. Anxiety began to creep in as you gathered everything the two of you would need. What if he really doesn’t like what I planned? You were drawn out of your thoughts by a loud knock on the bedroom door.

“(Y/n), I’ll meet you at the truck. It takes a bit to get the old thing started,” Leonard’s voice came through the door.

“Okay!” You called back, reaching to grab your comm. A quick glance at the Chron had you scrambling into a pair of shorts and a tank top. You had a little over two hours to get to your destination, which was an hour and a half’s drive away. By the time you made it downstairs, Leonard had finished coaxing the old truck to life and stood leaning against the passenger side door, talking to his mother. As you approached, his eyes locked with yours, a smirk playing at his lips. Eleanora turned to follow his gaze, smiling warmly when she spotted you.

“You look so pretty, (Y/n),” You blushed deep and grinned at the older woman.

“Aw, thank you!” Leonard seemed to agree, as his eyes hadn’t left your form since the moment you stepped outside. This, of course, didn’t slip El’s notice, and she gave him a sharp smack to the chest and a faux disapproving look. He at least had the decency to offer an apologetic smile as she shook her head in amusement before walking back towards the house.

“Y’all kids stay out of trouble, y’ hear?” She called from the door.

“Of course! We’re leaving all the trouble here, with Jim,” You giggled. Leonard just scoffed, reaching out to pull you against him once the door closed.

“You look gorgeous, sweetheart,” His hands settled on your hips, lips turned up in that criminally adorable little half-smile that had your heart skipping a beat.

“Nowhere near as gorgeous as you, Leo,” You replied. His smile turned into a full-fledged grin before he leaned down to claim your lips in a kiss. You melted against him as he deepened the kiss, silently requesting entrance with a drag of his tongue across your lower lip. You opened up to him without hesitation, your tongue dancing with his as the heat grew between you. He finally had to pull back for air, tugging at your lip before moving to your neck.

“Why don’t we forget whatever it was you had planned,” He nipped softly below your ear. “Just park the truck in this spot I know,” You had to bite your lip to keep from moaning as he trailed kisses back down your neck. “Let me peel these off of you,” His hand dropped to play at the edge of your shorts. You ran your hands up his chest and into his hair, tugging on the roots.

“As tempting as that sounds, Doctor McCoy,” He groaned and pulled you even tighter against him as you reached into your back pocket. “I’d really hate to waste these tickets,” He pulled back, eyes widening as he read the name of the festival.

“How the hell-” Anxiety tickled at the back of your mind at his less than enthusiastic response.

“I managed to pull a few strings,” You said, shrugging. Leonard still looked skeptical, and you had a feeling it was the southern gentleman in him rebelling against the idea of you doing things for him. “Don’t get too excited though, they’re just general admission, we still have to fight to get good seats,” He finally broke out in a grin, wiping out any worries about him not liking the surprise in an instant. His lips slammed into yours, the goofy grin still present. Leonard took the tickets from you and set them on the seat of the truck before his hands resumed their exploration of your body. His lips never left yours as he moved, the kiss dripping with love and affection, and it quickly grew heated. You finally had to pull back, albeit reluctantly. “We really do need to go, it’s a bit of a drive to get there, and I’d really like to get decent seats,”

“How far is a bit?” He asked, grabbing the tickets to look at the venue. “Athens. That is a ways away,” He stepped aside, gesturing dramatically towards the seat. “After you, sweetheart,” You hopped into the truck with a grin, sliding across the bench seats to lean against Leonard when he got in. He placed a kiss on your forehead and intertwined his fingers with yours. You settled into a comfortable silence as he drove, broken only by the occasional story connected to places you passed. His thumb stroked your knuckles soothingly, and you were nearly drifting off as you finally pulled up to the gate. “Damn it,” Leonard huffed in frustration as he tried to find a parking spot. While the crowd wasn’t monumentally large, it was still enough to fill a football stadium, so naturally, parking was a nightmare. By the time you managed to make it to the entrance, the first band was already on-stage, and the only place you could find a spot to sit was at the very edge of the lawn. Still, Leonard already seemed to be enjoying himself, so you weren’t too bothered. The musicians themselves were actually pretty impressive, and two hours passed in the blink of an eye; most of it spent with his arms wrapped around you from behind, swaying subtly to the music.

“Hey, Leo?” You extricated yourself from his embrace as one of the bands finished their set. “I’m gonna go get a drink, you want anything?” He shook his head, pulling you back against him and stealing a kiss.

“I’m good, thank you,” He murmured against your lips.

“Well how am I supposed to leave now?” You joked, leaning up to kiss him again before you turned and headed in the direction of the concession stand. Annoyingly, the crowd around you was extremely dense, and you had to duck and dodge your way through them. You barely made it ten feet when you heard the sound of a fist impacting someone’s nose behind you, followed by a surprised yelp. You spun on your feet, intending to help whomever the cry belonged to, but it seemed everyone around you had other plans. You had almost given up when the attacker’s voice rose above the crowd.

“You’ve got a lot of nerve showing your face around here, Leonard McCoy,” Ice flooded your veins, and you began to shove your way through the unyielding crowd. The voice was female, leaving only one potential identity for the attacker. You finally managed to break through, rushing forward to put yourself between Leonard and the woman. “Get on up outta here, this is private business between me and my husband,”

“Ex.” You turned away from her, ignoring her disbelieving sputtering as you dropped to your knees beside Leonard.

“Excuse me? Just who the hell do you think you are?!”

“Are you okay?” You asked as you handed him a few napkins. He gave you a thumbs up, too preoccupied with trying to staunch the flow of blood from his nose to actually respond before a hand came down on your shoulder.

“Bitch, I asked you a fucking question,” She tried to yank you backward, but you shrugged out of her grip with ease. “Who the fuck are you?” Growing annoyed, you stood to your feet. She stood maybe 4 inches taller than you, with dark auburn hair and brown eyes. You offered her your hand, not in the least bit intimidated.

“Lieutenant Commander (Y/n) (Y/L/N), Chief Security Officer of the flagship USS Enterprise, and girlfriend of one Leonard McCoy. Judging by your peachy personality, you must be Jocelyn. Pleasure to meet you and all but, unless you take a step back and leave us alone, I will not hesitate to put you on your ass.” Her mouth fell open and closed in outrage before she lunged at you with an animalistic screech. You dodged her easily, which only served to piss her off even more. She spun back around and ran towards you again. With the crowd of nosy patrons blocking your path, you had no choice but to brace yourself in a defensive stance as she got closer. You managed to block the first wild swing of her arm, but the second connected with your face, her nails digging deep into the skin. Ignoring the stinging pain, you grabbed her wrist as she swung again and twisted it sharply, forcing her to the ground.

“You bitch!” You let her go, turning to walk away as she continued to cuss up a storm. “She broke my fucking wrist!” The crowd had started to disperse, mumbles of “Just another drunk fight” could be heard all around as they ignored Jocelyn’s hollering.

“It’s not broken, just sprained!” You called back, but she was too busy yelling for “Someone grab that whore!” to pay you any mind. “C’mon, baby. Let’s get you out of here,” You helped Len to his feet, letting him drape an arm over your shoulder as you guided him to the exit gate. You were both silent as you made your way out to the truck. Leonard tried to argue when you dropped the tailgate and sat him down on it, but his bleeding nose forced him to plop down with a frustrated ‘hmph.’ “I’m gonna call and let El and them know what’s happened,” He nodded in acknowledgment, once again holding his nose with a napkin. It only took a couple of seconds before Mrs. McCoy’s voice came through the communicator.

“YN?” You cringed slightly, trying to figure out the best way to explain the situation.

“Hey, El. Um so, we ran into Jocelyn here at the festival, and uh, we had a bit of a scrap. We’re fine though, just uh…wanted to let you know before word got around.” You could hear the scrape of chairs in the background as Donna and Jim overheard your call.

“Oh my god, are you sure everything’s okay?” You looked back at Leonard, who was still holding his nose.

“Yeah, I mean, Leonard’s nose might be broken-”

“I’m fine!” He called, though the nasal tone of his voice didn’t really help his case.

“-And I’ve got some scratches, but she was too drunk to do any real damage,”

“What about her?” Jim’s voice came through the speaker. You cringed hard, knowing what was coming.

“I uh…well….I mean, she swung first…..”

“(Y/n) what did you do?” You sighed in defeat.

“I sprained her wrist,”

“That’s it? Ow!” Jim’s shout was followed by a sharp smack, so it wasn’t too hard to deduce what had happened. “I mean, glad to hear you guys are okay!” You shook your head, a small smile playing at your lips.

“Thanks, Jim. I’m gonna see if Len needs to go to the hospital about his nose, and then I’ll let yall know when we’re on our way back, okay?” You said, reaching behind the truck seat to grab the medkit Leonard had squirreled away.

“Alright, talk to you then. Drive safe!” Eleanora said before the line went dead. You shut the door and headed back around, opening the medkit on the way.

“Alright, let’s take a looksy,” You had barely made it around the back when the med kit was pulled out of your arms. “What are you doing?” You asked.

“My nose is fine, it’s stopped bleeding, unlike those scratches,” He said, pointing with one hand and rooting around in the medkit with the other. You brought your hand up to your face and hmm’d in surprise when it came back covered in dark red.

“I guess her nails were longer than I thought,” You said as you hopped up onto the tailgate. Leonard shook his head as he pulled what he needed to clean the scratches out. You closed your eyes as he tilted your face up and got to work. The silence let your mind begin to wander, and you became aware of the music in the background. Guilt washed over you as you realized that you were missing out on at least a third of the festival. “Sorry we had to leave early,” He paused in his movements, waiting until you opened your eyes to respond.

“You get attacked by my ex-wife, and yet you’re the one apologizing to me? She must have hit you harder than I thought,” He ghosted a smile when you rolled your eyes at him.

“Very funny. We wouldn’t have run into her if I hadn’t-”

“Did you become a psychic and didn’t tell me? Darlin’ there’s no way you could have known she’d be here,” He resumed his task, and you closed your eyes, returning to your thoughts. He was right, it wasn’t something anyone could have anticipated. Still, you had wanted this to be perfect for him, and being forced to leave was about as far from perfect as you could get. “I don’t have a dermal regen with me, so I’m going to have to stitch it the old-fashioned way,” He said as you heard him rummage around in the kit again. You huffed in frustration. Sure, Len had the steadiest hands this side of the galaxy, but that didn’t make it any less painful.

“Sure you can’t just kiss it and make it better?” You joked, trying not to wince as he started on the first stitch.

“Trust me, sweetheart, I wish I could,” If you weren’t so preoccupied with trying to be still you would have noticed the tightness in his voice, and if you’d have had your eyes open you would have seen the way his jaw clenched with every whimper you tried to suppress. Mercifully, he only had a few stitches to do, so it was over quickly. “Alright, you’re all done,” With the worst part over, you instantly picked up Leonard’s tone, and as he moved to clean everything up, you reached out and placed a hand on his arm.

“Leo?” He said nothing, just continued putting things back in the medkit. “I really am sorry this happened-”

“If anyone should be apologizing,” He snapped the lid closed, still avoiding your eyes. “It’s-”

“If you say ‘me’, I will actually break your nose,” He looked over at you, mouth open to argue but you continued before he could speak. “See, if I’m not allowed to blame myself, then neither are you. You’re not the one who started the fight, there’s nothing you could have done to help, and you damn sure didn’t force me to come on shore leave with you,” You hopped down from the tailgate and walked closer to wrap your arms around his neck; ensuring that he would be looking in your eyes as you spoke your next words. His hands fell to your hips as he let you finish. “There is nowhere in the entire universe I’d rather be than by your side, and a few scratches can’t even begin to compare to the thought of not having you in my life.” You choked on the last word, and Leonard pulled you into his chest, burying his face in your hair.

“How do you always know exactly what I need to hear?” He murmured. He didn’t bother trying to hide the tremors in his voice as he held you close. You held each other for a short while longer before you pulled back to offer a smile. Leonard released a deep breath, a faint smile gracing his own features as he rested his forehead against yours.

“C’mon, McCoy. Let’s get you home.”

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