#leonard mccoy x reader fear of needles

[justasouthern-boi]

Is the Cake Okay?

Pairing: aos Leonard McCoy x Teen!Kirk!Reader (Platonic)

Summary: Y/n is sent to the Medbay yet again after more shenanigans with her older brother.

Wc; 786

A/n: Hey everybody! Okay, so I was reading To Annoy a Doctor, a lovely (3 year old lmao) fic by @cas-kingdom​, which you should definitely read, because you should definitely read all of her fics, and in it, she mentions that Y/n hurt her rib falling off of a table. I was just thinking about how that might have happened, and then this fic happened! So this is really just a cas-kingdom ripoff lol I’m sorry ♡

“Give it back, Y/n!” Your brother hollered, chasing you around the mess hall.

“It’s totally unfair for you to take the last piece of cake!” You tried holding the cake above your head, but you quickly realized that wouldn’t work as your brother was much taller than you.

“But I’m the captain.” He practically wined.

“Exactly! And shouldn’t the Captain be charitable?”

Thinking quickly, you decided to climb into the nearest table.

Several others watched in amusement as you slowly backed up when Jim got closer.

Spock walked in, looking unsurprised at the sight of you using the Enterprise as a jungle gym, “Y/n, do be careful when climbing on things. Your history with athletics is... unfavorable.”

You swiveled around, preparing to give Spock one of your classic comebacks when your right foot got tangled with your left, and you slipped off the edge of the table. Unfortunately for you, your ribs ended up taking much of the impact during your fall. Several gasps were heard throughout the mess hall.

“Y/n!” Jim ran over to you, immediately feeling guilty.

He lifted your shirt slightly and took a look at the obviously broken rib, and large gash that had cut through your side and was now soaking your shirt with blood, “Oh Y/n/n.”

“I will go and get Doctor McCoy.” Spock said. You could see the slight worry in his face, but you could tell he had just been waiting for this to happen.

Somehow, the pain was manageable... barely, but what wasn’t manageable was the sight of the blood that was now spreading across your shirt. You blinked away tears and tried not to pass out (or throw up) at the sight.

Bones rushed in and kneeled down next to you on the floor, “Alright, what happened- damnit Y/n. What did you get yourself into this time?”

“She was climbing on the table.” Jim spoke up.

“Traitor!” You said, pain evident in your voice, “I wouldn’t even have had to be on the table if Jim hadn’t taken the last piece of cake!”

Jim crossed his arms, “I tol-“

“I think we have bigger problems right now than dessert.” Bones rolled his eyes, “Y/n, I’m going to take you to the Medbay now so we can take care of that.”

He noticed how your state was declining, your usual attitude fading.

“Don’t pass out on me now, y/n.”

Reaching down, he scooped you off of your feet in one motion and started carrying you out of the room.

“Wait!” You looked up at him with wide eyes.

“What is it?” He asked, his tone serious.

“Is the cake okay?”

It was strange, because if you took into account how often you ended up in situations like this, it would seem to anyone like you wanted to be there. But you didn’t. You really, really, hated being sick or injured. You loved Bones, you loved annoying Bones, but you weren’t sure if it was worth it anymore.

“Alright, kid. I hate to break it to you but you’re gonna need one of these.”

You looked up at the hypospray and grimaced.

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

You pouted, looking up at him with your best puppy dog eyes.

“Those aren’t going to work this time. Sit still.”

His usual gruff tone suggested that he meant business this time.

You sighed dramatically and turned your neck so he had better access.

“Good girl.” He was happy that you were complying for once.

You winced when the needle was injected into your skin, but it was over just as soon as it had started. 

“Well, it looks like you’ve got a broken rib, and that cut will require some stiches.”

You groaned.

“Yeah, ‘ugh’,” He imitated your groan. “I leave the Kirk siblings alone for 5 minutes...”

“How ya’ doin, kid?”

You looked up and saw your brother. His expression was laced with worry.

“I’d be a lot better if Bonesy here would stop stabbing me with what he calls ‘medical equipment’.”

Bones rolled his eyes yet again as he walked over to the desk next to your bed, “Watch your mouth, kid.”

“Anyway,” Jim walked closer to you, you realized he was chewing something “I brought you this.”

You smiled at him when he held up a piece of cake... A half eaten piece of cake. You blinked up at him.

“What? I got hungry on the way here!”

The next few weeks were a lot of fun. You kept yourself entertained by mercilessly annoying Bones any chance you got. 

“Dr. McCoy?” You giggled.

*A sigh* “Yes, darlin?”

“What’s your favorite color?”

“If I answer that will you be quiet?”

Yeah, it was a lot of fun. 

For you. 

~~9/25/21~~

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[ladyideal]

Dead or Alive

Pairing: Leonard McCoy X Reader

Word Count: 3170

Warnings: cursing, needles, mention of injury, slight argument

Summary: You tried hiding from your boyfriend to avoid a physical. Unfortunately for you, it becomes a ship wide challenge for anyone to bring you down to the medbay. Lo and behold, an accident down in the labs forced you to head to the cursed place. Once Leonard had you within arms distance, you were heading nowhere.

A/n: So this somehow got out of hand, and became *squints* another 2k more than I had intended, I know you’re all disappointed. However, I think I’ll be trying my hand on Jim for the next one, and hope that goes well.  Fingers crossed. 

(not my gif, credit to the owner ^^)

From the moment your alarm buzzed, you cursed loudly. You groaned awake, dreading the upcoming day. Outside your quarters, Gamma shift was rolling over to Alpha, and everyone buzzed in response. To everyone else, it was a normal day at work on the ship. For you however, it was gonna be a long, dreadful one.

“Computer, what do I have on my schedule today?” You called out from beneath the covers, refusing to get up for the moment.

“Captain, your schedule today lists as follows. At 08:00 to 13:00, there is a meeting with Starfleet Command. From 13:00 to 14:00, you are scheduled to have your latest quarterly physical with Dr. Leonard McCoy at the Medbay. 14:15 to 16:00, there is a meeting with Captain Soliar and Acting Captain Meker on the plans for the upcoming Federation Day Gala. At 22:00 tonight, the delivery would have been successfully sent to Planet 35X. There are no other appointments today. Would you like to reschedule your physical with Doctor McCoy?”

You groaned again. Len would murder you if he learned that you once again, rescheduled for a third time. If he had it his way, he would definitely haul you down to the medbay, with you kicking and screaming. However, it also didn’t help that the rest of the crew had been tracked down by both security and medical personnel and was force marched down to their appointments. You couldn’t really blame them either. Starfleet had a strict physical schedule that all crew had to obey, since everyone was coming into contact with the vast unknown.

You just hated it at a really deep personal level.

“No.”

“However, your meeting with the Admirals could overlap with your slot time. Would you like to reschedule with Doctor McCoy now or later?”

“Later.”

With a pained groan, you rolled out of bed and started your usual morning routine. When that was done, you carefully took off your pressed and sharply creased uniform from a hanger, and some recently washed pants to go with it. Heaven forbid you attended a meeting with crazy old Admirals in nothing less. While you appreciated their ability to make everything as perfect as possible, it was annoying. 

Once you checked yourself once more in front of the mirror, you hurried out of your quarters and towards the officer’s lounge, hoping to pick up a quick breakfast. With a cup of coffee in one hand and a banana in another, you settled down in your ready room, ready for the gruesome meeting to get out of the way first.

With the door locked, your comm set on Do Not Disturb, you ran over your notes one last time. Right on the dot of 8:00, you were hailed by Command.

“Captain,” Admiral Smythe greeted.

“Good morning, Admiral,” you replied, taking a long sip of your coffee. 

As the hours sluggishly ticked by and you were 110% sure you were going to fall asleep during the meeting, messages from your boyfriend started popping up on your comm. One, then another, and then increased twofold. No doubt you will hear an earful later on.

“Any other questions?” Admiral Smythe finally spoke, nearing the end. You glanced up at the chrom. 

13:30 Leonard’s gonna be pissed for sure.

“No sir, I do not,” You spoke, quickly getting to your feet to salute.

“If that’s the case,” Admiral Smythe shuffled his notes. “I bid you a wonderful rest of the day, Captain.”

“You too, sir.”

“Smythe out.”

With that, you collapsed back in your chair, and let out a breath of relief. At the very least, one thing out of your entire day went well. You reached for your comm, and ended the Do Not Disturb notice. It seemed like Leonard was near his comm at the moment as a call immediately came through.

“‘s Y/L/N,” you mumbled, closing your eyes and bracing for the lecture you were sure you were gonna receive.

“Darlin’, it’s,” A pause. “1:35 in the afternoon, planning to salvage what’s left of your appointment?” Leonard lightly replied, but you knew better.

“Len, honey, I literally just got off briefing Command,” you replied, placing an arm over your eyes. “And I have a headache at the moment.”

“So the answer is no?” 

You squeezed your eyes shut this time. “I don’t think I can make it.”

Another pause. “Sweetheart, this is the third time I have to reschedule you. This is ridiculous. I thought chasing after Jim was bad, but you, you are making this way more complicated than it has to be. Why is it that the two people that I can tolerate on this damn ship, are both scared of doctors?”  Leonard scowled, unimpressed.

“Len-.” You started, hoping to stop him at this pass. If you didn’t stop him now, there would be no other chances.

“You leave me no other choice,” Your boyfriend curtly spoke before dropping the call altogether.

That was never a good sign. A pissed off Chief Medical Officer was not someone you were going to enjoy having to confront. With a shrug, you pushed your thoughts away and made your way towards the lounge, hoping to find lunch. 

“Attention all crew members. If anyone can successfully bring the Captain down to medbay by the end of Beta, dead or alive, will be awarded 100 credits for their efforts. I repeat, 100 credits will be given to those that bring the captain to me by the end of Beta shift. McCoy out.”

You froze in front of the replicator as you listened to Leonard placing a bounty on your head, and immediately missed the beep sounds indicating the food was ready. 

Well shit.

Pulling the sandwich onto your tray, you watched as all heads turned to you. With a defiant glare, you returned their gazes until you were left alone. Looking rather tired, you happily started on your lunch. Almost instantly, your comm went off as it flooded with messages. Rolling your eyes, you dialed the volume down, not wanting to disturb other crew.

Last you remembered, there was a bet going on within the ship, to see whether it was you or Jim that was the last to get their physical. Going by Leonard’s scathing tone, you assumed that you were the last. You could practically his exasperation and anger on you, despite him being a couple floors down. The moment you were done eating, you bolted to the bridge, a rather safe haven from too many wandering eyes.

“Captain,” Spock stood as you entered the bridge, ignoring the brief glances from other crew members.

“Spock,” You greeted, striding over to his console to quickly brief him on the meeting with the admirals.

As you answered his questions, you noticed Nyota was watching the pair of you with an impassive face. Inwardly, you sighed. Sitting back down in your chair, you heard her chuckle from behind.

“Only you this time?” The lieutenant spoke brightly. “A hundred credits is quite tempting.”

You groaned. “Not you too, Nyota.”

“It’s not me,” She mentioned, tilting her head to the side to get a better visual of the gaggle of crew members crowding outside of the doors. “You’ve got some publicity going on out there.”

“Wonderful,” You grumbled out, frowning down at the amount of messages you’ve accumulated within just thirty minutes of the announcement. “You’d think something was drastically going on to warrant this amount of messages.” She merely chuckled at your disgruntlement.

 “Dating a ship doctor not enough to lessen the fear?”

“It’s the opposite with him,” You scowled at another incoming message from a crew member that their friend was in need of assistance, and pursed your lips when she laughed.

It was going to be one, heck of a long day.

Yet grudgingly, you had to admit that the messages were getting creative as the hours went by. Messages ranged from how security had found an unruly crew member at the holodecks to how Scotty was missing a piece of equipment down at Engineering and needed to turn the ship around - that one you had to call Scotty ahead to confirm. 

Leonard was, undoubtedly, furious at his girlfriend, but kept his anger in check around his nurses. Glancing up from his PADD, he noticed a lieutenant wringing his hands in front of him as though he had something to say.

“Doctor, I couldn’t help but notice that you were having trouble bringing the Captain down. Perhaps I can help,” The lieutenant said.

“Captain’s an eel. It takes a certain amount of skill to do some eel catching,” Doctor McCoy gruffly answered. “If I couldn’t get her down, what makes you think you can?”

The lieutenant grinned. “A little deceiving and some action will have her willingly come down, doctor.”

Leonard snorted. “If you think you can do it, then be my guest. But don’t be disappointed if you can’t.”

“I have faith,” The lieutenant departed shortly after.

The doors behind you opened, and you shook your head, wondering who in the world it could be this time. “Permission to enter the Bridge, Captain?” Came an unfamiliar voice.

You glanced over to your right, pulling away from your reports for a moment. “Permission granted. How may we help you?”

You swung your chair around to meet the newcomer with an eyebrow raised. A lieutenant in science blue stepped in, hesitating over his words. “Lieutenant-?”

“Rivelle, Lieutenant Rivelle, ma’m,” He approached the Captain’s chair. “Captain, we’ve just finished making an antidote to those that were affected during the last mission. I would love to have you come and take a look at my report first hand.”

You turned your head back over to where Spock was, and saw that he too was listening into the topic with a perplexed look on his face.

“I’m sure Mister Spock would be better suited to read over it then I do,” You started.

“I understand, Captain,” The Lieutenant interrupted. “However as the commanding officer aboard the ship, aren’t you supposed to be concerned with the well being with the health of your crew? Surely that matters most to you.”

You raised an eyebrow at Spock, who merely mirrored your action. Others around the bridge, you could tell, were doing their best to not eavesdrop. Caught between duty, you nodded slowly to his words.

“I can swing by the labs, and take a look at the antidote later,” You bargained, pursing your lips at the chrom up above. You could tell the Lieutenant was going to interject, so you hurried over your next words. “I do have a meeting with two other captains in a moment, but I’ll head down when I’m done.”

“It’ll only take but a few minutes, ma’m. Surely you could spare me around five minutes?” The lieutenant pleaded. 

Although you looked rather unconvinced by his words, you heaved a sigh. “Alright,” you rose, grabbing both your PADD and your comm. “Spock, you’ve got the conn.”

Sending a message to the other captains that you wouldn’t be present for the meeting, you listened to the Lieutenant explain his findings as you walked through the corridors to the science labs. 

“So you think it’ll all work out?” You asked, stopping in front of the lieutenant’s lab. It was empty, save for an ensign working on the right side of the room. 

“Hey Ben,” Lieutenant Rivelle spoke up, crossing into the threshold. 

 The ensign jerked up in surprise, and turned to meet the newcomers. With his eyes wide, he moved to get off his seat, only to miss his footing. In horror, you watched as the ensign crashed to the ground. 

“Ben!”

“Ensign!”

 Both of you rushed towards the fallen ensign as he struggled to sit up for a moment.

“Ben, are you okay?” The lieutenant supported him up. “Was quite a nasty fall there.”

You crouched down beside him, looking over for any signs of injury. 

“Am fine, just exhausted,” The ensign must have caught you worried look. “It’s fine, captain. I don’t need to go to the medbay.”

“Well I certainly can’t have my scientists crashing down from exhaustion,” You responded lightly.

“Captain, I-.”

“Medbay or the brig, your choice,” You coolly spoke.

Looking rather defeated, the ensign nodded in understanding. With you on the right and the lieutenant on the left, the three retraced your steps back to the turbolift. 

“A whole bunch of people down there are waiting for the antidote, counting on us to save their lives,” The ensign muttered along the trip, answering your question from earlier. “The faster my team could get it done, the faster they can get back to their lives.”

“I understand,” You spoke sagely. “We just want the best for the rest of the crew.”

 “Yes captain.”

Crossing into medbay, you watched as Christine hurried over, looking between the three of you in confusion. “What happened here?”

 “Saw the ensign fell from his post,” You explained, crossing your arms over your chest as you watched the nurse led the ensign to a nearby biobed.

“Oh dear,” You heard Chris murmur, turning the bed on and hurrying over to grab a doctor. 

“Good thing we came in time,” Lieutenant Rivelle spoke from your left. Behind your back, he gave a quick thumbs up to the Ensign.

You made a noise in assent, and unraveled yourself to look down at your comm when it beeped a couple times in succession. 

“Captain, Lieutenant,” Doctor M’Benga greeted, striding over. “Christine mentioned that you saw the ensign fall to the ground?”

“Doctor M’Benga,” You returned the greeting. 

“Yes, doctor,” The blue shirt scientist spoke. 

Although you swore that the doctor held your gaze a little longer than usual, he moved forward to tend to the ensign. 

“I should get back,” You mumbled, watching the messages on your comm scroll.

“Oh look who we have here,” A dark drawl drew out, as you froze in your spot. Your eyes widened with every passing second at the implication of where you were. “About time. I didn’t think you’d pull your little stunt off, Lieutenant.”

Slowly, you looked up from the screen, glancing between the murderous look on your boyfriend and the gleeful grin on scientist. “Hold on, wait. So you’re telling me that, this was all a lie to get me here?”

   You frowned, setting your stern gaze on the now squirming Lieutenant. 

“He took a risk, and earned his reward,” Doctor McCoy tapped away at his PADD for a moment before looking back up triumphantly. "All yours, Lieutenant. Now where were we again, Y/N?”

“Thanks, doc,” The scientist called behind his shoulder as he scurried out of medbay.

“Ummm, I really should get going, got a meeting and everything,” You winced as your comm beeped again, and watched with wide eyes as Leonard rolled his eyes. 

“Meeting or not, you can’t wiggle yourself out of a physical,” He tugged you firmly along by the elbow to an empty exam room. 

“Len, I really have to-,” you were stopped by a sharp glare.. 

“Sit.”

Wordlessly, you sat on the edge of the biobed, listening as it started tracking your vitals. You watched Leonard move about the room and opening up drawers for the tools he needed, swinging your legs restlessly. This was not how you imagined your day to be like. Exhausting, but not withering under the doctor’s annoyed expression. 

You opened your mouth to try again, but was yet again, interrupted by him placing his tools down. 

“If you’re going to say anything along the lines of how you were going to show up on time to your appointment, you can save it,” He growled, looking up at your numbers.

“I-,” You stopped, and pursed your lips, not entirely sure how to respond to that. 

“That’s what I thought,” The doctor reached for your hand, fingers expertly searching for your pulse point, and stilling against the steady heartbeat. Irritation and exasperation rolled off him at your reluctance in stepping in for an appointment. Despite being furious, his hands were still ever careful, a direct opposite of what he certainly was feeling. 

“Any tenderness or pain?”

“No.”

“No…,” The doctor trailed off, catching your fiery gaze aimed at him.

“No. Doctor,” You huffed out, as though each word cost you.

“Lay back,” He indicated, turning away from you for a moment. “Perhaps next time, we wouldn’t have to go through this again.”

You laid back, seething as his displeasure. “Yeah, totally making this fun and exciting,” you snarked back, knowing full well that you were now playing with fire.  

Doctor McCoy stilled. “Now now darlin’, I’m sure you don’t want to make this harder than it should be, do you?” He threatened, maybe even promised.

You stared up at the ceiling, counting the rivets to pass the time. Finally he turned back around, fixing his gloves once more. You refused to watch him as he gently poked and prodded at your lymph nodes and abdomen, searching for any trouble under the skin. Perhaps it would be easier to just along with the flow, and quit fighting it. 

“Better,” Leonard spoke in your silence. You grumbled wordlessly, but decided not to poke the angry bear anymore. Once done, he extended a hand, watching you with his signature raised eyebrow. 

You shook your head, lowering your shoulders in defeat. Taking his hand, you pulled yourself back up to a sitting position. As he pulled his stethoscope from around his neck and putting the ear tips in, his eyes flickered once more at you for consent. Accepting your fate, you nodded, giving him the go ahead to start. 

After a couple deep breaths, you finally spoke up. “So how am I?”

“Nothing’s wrong really. You’re in tip top shape at the moment, will have to see what the labs return later on,” You boyfriend replied, sliding a collection tube into a lancet. Half-heartedly, you carefully rolled up your sleeve.

Swabbing a piece of skin off, you stared at your fingers, bracing yourself for the pain.

“Deep breath,” He instructed.

Taking a deep breath, you winced at the sharp tip of the lancet taking in a sample of your blood. Within another heartbeat, the lancet was withdrawn and a band aid in its place. 

“Can I get my lollipop now?” You asked, pulling your sleeve back down. In front of you, Leonard snorted loudly as he marked the collection tube to be later sent to the lab.

“You? I think I deserve one after all that you’ve put me through,” He smirked at you. “We’re not done yet, sweetheart.”

You were about to hop off, but stopped at his words. “I thought.”

“There’s a whole row of hypos right there with your name on each one,” Leonard pointed, smirking as your face fell. “Got a whole buncha vaccines that everyone needs before we can clear the Alpha quadrant.”

You groaned, residing to your fate.

God help you.

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[omg-imagine]

⊱ Delicate ⊰

Prompt: “Do you even know what you've done to me?”

Fandom: Star Trek (AOS)

Pairing: Jim Kirk x Reader

Words: 2,319

Warnings: Language, mentions of sex

A/N: It’s an angsty one because I love drama. Sorry for any typos, it’s almost midnight while I’m rereading this and probably missed a few errors. Also, I will have a fluffy Jim Kirk story (bc I’m still not over him) up by next friday if I’m able to finish editing this weekend. For the meantime, enjoy!!

“You alright there, kid?” McCoy asked, tearing you away from the thoughts inside your head and bringing you back to reality. “What’s troubling you?”

Shrugging a shoulder, you picked up your PADD and resumed the work you were doing on there. This wasn’t the first time your boss had caught you staring off into the distance and you definitely knew this wasn’t going to be the last.

“It’s nothing,” you said, the lie easily rolling off your tongue. “You put me through back-to-back shifts and it’s wearing me out.”

“You sure? I mean, you’re the one who requested for longer hours but if it’s too much–”

You shook your head and gave him a tight-lipped smile. Ever since you joined the Enterprise, you found yourself being close to Leonard. He was good friend to you and you enjoyed working with the doctor when he’s not being his cantankerous self.

“No, I’m fine. I’ll get use to it,” you simply replied as your attention falls back to your device in hand.

“You’re not picking up more hours because you’re trying to avoid someone on the ship are you?”

You shot your eyes toward Leonard and chuckled nervously. “What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean.”

“I don’t know what you’re trying to say.”

Shifting uncomfortably in your seat, you were ready to bolt out of the office at any given moment. You had a feeling this conversation was going to happen sooner than later. Leonard McCoy was not clueless and you would be foolish to think so.

“Jim’s been asking about you.”

The sound of his name brought a sudden dryness to your throat. You haven’t seen the man since you walked out of his quarters in the middle of the night a few weeks ago. “Oh, what about?”

“You know he’s worried about you,” Leonard revealed and you couldn’t bring yourself to believe that statement. “What ever feelings you have for him, he needs to know.”

“I-I don’t understand,” you stammered out. “What feelings? Jim and I are just friends.”

Leonard pursed his lips. “Look, I know about what’s going on between the two of you. Jim might seem fine in the hallways but in actuality, he’s a mess. You have to talk to him.”

“There’s nothing going on between us,” you tried to convince him but it was a lost cause.

“Not anymore as far as I know. (Y/N), please know that I care about you and as much as I hate to admit, I care about Jim too. You two have been off lately and from what I’ve observed, it's affecting the way you work.”

“What do you mean? I've been doing great here. I’m looking after patients left and right, and despite how busy I am, I was able to finish up last week’s paper works early.”

You heard him sigh deeply through his nose. “That's not the point I wanted to make. All I am saying is that you and Jim need to talk this one out. I'm not taking anyone's side but I would very much like my two friends to make up and stop avoiding each other.”

You were speechless, the tears prickling your eyes as you thought of the next words to say.

“I-I have to go. I’ll see tomorrow,” you managed to say before quickly exiting Leonard’s office and walking out of the Medbay.

Your heart pounded hard against your chest and you willed yourself not to cry. All you wanted in the beginning was no-strings-attached sex and it was working out well with Jim. That was until you started developing feelings for the Captain and it seemed to be just one sided.

No one was supposed to know about the relationship. It had been a well-kept secret for nearly six months but it was slowly eating you up. Your feelings went beyond what you had originally anticipated when you began staying the night at Jim’s. You admired his strength and how passionate he was at his job. Despite his flaws, Jim was a good man. He’s smart, funny, sweet, handsome, understanding, charismatic– the list of words to describe him would be endless but to sum it all up, you were in love with him.

And then Jim died. You had never felt so empty when his body was brought into the Medbay and you had never felt so broken during the two long, agonizing weeks after McCoy injected him with Khan’s blood. No one knew for sure if he would wake up and each passing day tore you apart.

Losing him, even for the short time that felt like an eternity, made you realize how strong your feelings were and it scared you. You had never been in love like this before and the fact that Jim sacrificed himself without a second thought made you believe that something like that could happen again.

So you did the best thing you were good at, you ran away.

You ran away from the fact that you had fallen in love with Jim. You ran away from your chance to tell him the truth. You ran away to avoid facing your fears and you didn’t want to stop running. It was all too much for you.

You wanted to forget about him. You wanted to convince yourself that those kisses behind closed doors meant nothing and it was all an illusion. It was a secret affair that you two had and it ran its course. You didn’t really love him and you were just lonely.

What you felt for him was lust. Just pure, all-consuming lust and nothing more.

You repeated those words in your head when you stepped out of the turbolift and they kept replaying on your way back to your cabin. You could hear them clearly as you shut your eyes in bed and they even followed you into your dreams. Those words brought you a restless night because deep down, you knew that they weren’t true.

The Medbay was slow today. You were albeit glad that Leonard hasn’t cornered you into the exam room you were practically hiding in yet so that you two can continue the conversation you stormed out of.

As you sterilized that last of the hypodermic needles, you hear the sound of someone entering the room and then locking the door behind them. “Len, I swear to god if you bring it up one more time–”

You froze when your eyes met the unmistakable blue ones of James Kirk. Suddenly, the air had become thick as Jim slowly approached you with hands behind his back and a slight frown on his face.

“You’ve made yourself hard to find throughout the day, (Y/N),” he began once he got to you.

“I’ve been busy,” you said with such a small voice that you weren’t sure if he had heard you or not. “What are you doing here?”

“I need to talk to you.”

You glanced down to the floor, avoiding Jim’s strong gaze. “I think I made it clear that night that things were done.”

“No, you didn’t,” he responded sternly and it threw you off. “We slept together that night and by morning, you were gone. I deserve a bit of an explanation there because I thought everything was going well between us. Did I do something wrong?”

You held back a response. None of this was his fault. It was merely your actions and your feelings that fucked up the relationship you had with Jim and you were almost sure that things would never be the same.

“It just didn't work out, Jim. I can't do the sleeping around anymore,” you answered as you fumbled with the edge of your blue uniform. “Besides, we are both busy now and it's best if we focus on our jobs.”

Before you could dash out of the room, Jim reached forward and grasped your hand into his. The touch alone was enough to make you stop in the middle of your tracks and tilt your head up to meet Jim in the eye. “I don't believe that's the entire reason why.”

“Jim–” you tried pulling yourself away from him but to no avail. He wasn't letting you off that easy. “Please, I don't want to talk about this right now.”

“Do you even know what you've done to me?” He questioned you and the slight crack in his voice brought tears to your eyes. “The past year has been hell for me with Khan and almost losing everyone on this ship. You're the only one who kept me going and all of a sudden, you just ran away.”

“Don't,” you whispered as Jim inched closer to you. He let go of your hands to hold you by the sides of your face, making it impossible to leave his unwavering stare.

“Whatever it is, I want to fix it. I don’t know exactly how you feel about me, but I’m comfortable enough to say that I love you. I’ve been in love with you for a long time now and I want to have something more than just fooling around.”

He wiped the stray tear that escaped as you spoke. “Jim, I lost you. You were gone and it tore me apart. I love you too, but I can't go through all of that again. I know you would give your life to protect the crew but I don't want to lose you that way.”

“I know and I’m sorry. But you were on the ship and we were going to crash– I had to save you. I had to make sure you were going to make it out alive,” he admitted, and you saw nothing but all honesty in his eyes. “Please, let’s give this a try. We’ll take it as slow as you want. I just want to be able to hold you again.”

It was difficult for you to find your voice as Jim slowly leaned in. You fought the strong urge to close what little distance was left between the two of you. Breathing in his intoxicating scent, you could feel him holding you steady by your waist, the silence in the room becoming too deafening.

“Please,” he repeated, his lips brushing softly against yours and you gently pushed him away.

Jim stumbled as you backed away from him, your chest heaving as your tears blurred your vision. You were crying in front of him and in that moment, all you wanted to do was disappear.

“I’m scared, Jim,” you spluttered through your sobs. “I’ve never felt this way before and I don’t know what to do.”

“It’s okay,” he assured you as he neared you once again. “This is all new to me, too. We can figure this out.”

“What if we can’t? What if something bad happens again?”

“Then we fight through it together.”

Jim silently pleaded and you had to make a decision. You knew that in relationships, you had to take risks and there were certainly a lot more risks to take because of your job in Starfleet. However, you wanted to be brave– you wanted to be brave for Jim. You’ve spent so much of your life running away from your problems that you’ve never had the chance to stand up and fight for what you believed in.

And what you believed in right now was you and Jim.

“Let’s not focus on the ‘what ifs.’ Let’s not think about the bad stuff that may or may not happen and only look forward to the good. We can’t live our lives worrying about things all the time.”

Jim’s hand lifted your chin up, his gaze locked onto you as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “I love you, (Y/N). I know that this started off as a way to blow off some steam but trust me when I say that this has become so much more. I want to hold your hand out in the hallways. I want to be able to walk into the Medbay and see how your day is going. I want to kiss you without having the fear of someone catching us. I don’t want this to be a secret anymore. ”

“I want that, too.” you said truthfully. “I want it more than anything.”

Jim’s lips were dangerously close to yours and you let them be. “Good, because I need this.”

He pressed his lips against yours and you almost immediately kissed him back. Cradling your face with his hands, you wound your arms around his neck as he held you close. He nipped on your bottom lip while you ran the palm of your hand up and down his chest.

Before things got heated, a knock on the door sounded and the two of you pulled away flushed and panting. Once you straightened out your uniforms that were loosen up by wandering hands, you called out for whoever it was to come in.

“Bones,” Jim greeted as the CMO entered the exam room. “How are ya, buddy?”

“I’m just dandy,” Leonard replied. “You two made up?”

You looked over to Jim who simply smiled at you. “Yeah, we’re good now.”

“Great,” your boss said in relief. “I’m happy for you both but I would suggest doing whatever it was you were trying to do some place else. This is my Medbay and I do not condone this type of inappropriate behavior over here.”

“No worries, Bones. We’ll get out of your hair,” Jim chuckled, grasping your hand into his before leading you out of the room.

“Wait, my shift is not over yet,” you pointed out and Jim halted in his walking. “Len’s gonna chew me out if I leave now.”

“So, you would rather spend time with Bones than me?”

Playfully rolling your eyes, you take his hand and pulled him towards the turbolift. “You win this time, Kirk.”

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[trade-baby-blues]

Take Me Home

Pairing: Bones x Reader

Word Count: 1992

Warnings: angst, a little swearing

A/N: Based on an anonymous request: “Can I request a McCoy x reader ficlet please? The reader is offered a part time lecturing gig in her old school, but reader is anxious about taking it. As she is going to be the youngest tutor yet. Maybe McCoy can hear her out and help her out as she freaks out royally?” Bet you guys can guess what movie I just watched ;) Also I’m gonna be honest with you guys....I didn’t edit this at all yet.....I’m sorry...........

Life is old there / Older than the trees / Younger than the mountains / Blowin’ like the breeze / Country roads / Take me home

The needle scratched against a flaw in the grooves of the record and you about jumped out of your skin. The book you were reading clattered to the ground and your tea spilled down the front of your pajamas. Luckily, it was cold by now, long forgotten as you lost yourself in your reading. It was always like that when you read about the stars. In fact, it was part of what drove you to join Starfleet in the first place, although of late you wondered if your feet might not be happier planted solidly on the ground.

You sighed, already accustomed to your own clumsiness as you stood to change. The door to your room slid open and you jumped again, closing your eyes and cursing yourself mentally. Bones froze in the doorway, eyes glued to the tea on your tank top with worry.

“What happened?”

“Nothing,” you said so quietly you weren't sure if he could hear you. You cleared your throats and tried again: “I spilled my tea. You know how clumsy I am.”

Bones pursed his lips and walked over to the record player. He lifted the needle gently and turned the player off. “Bad day,” he asked, leaning against the wall. “You usually only break out the John Denver when you're homesick.”

“No. Good day actually. Really good day.” You reached down to pick up your book. You cradled it like a child, smoothing the pages flat with a feather-light touch. “How about you help me change,” you asked Bones, setting the book on the coffee table. Bones laughed softly, shaking his head as he walked towards you.

Lights. Alarms. Metal splitting glass shattering cables snapping. Sparks. Fire. Air. You needed air. Oh god your legs. Your legs. Your legs weren't moving where are they why can't you feel them oh god help Bones Bones help

“Bones,” you gasped as you shot awake. You struggled to catch your breath as Bones rubbed the small of your back, pressing his lips to your shoulder as he murmured into your skin. You tried to match your breathing to the rhythm of his hand, to focus on the smell of him - a faint mix of disinfectant and sex. How many nights had you ended up like this? How many nights had Bones promised the nightmares would stop soon?

“I’m sorry.” You choked on your tears. Your stubborn streak made Bones look like a pushover, and you were determined not to cry. Not this time. Not ever again.

The sharp sound of metal crashing against metal had you shooting up in your seat. You immediately felt Bones’ arm curled protectively around your waist. “It's just Jim,” he whispered before pressing a kiss to the side of your head. You groaned up at Jim before dropping your head back on your arms, trying to catch up on some of the sleep you missed last night.

“Geez,” Jim said as he stuffed his mouth full of food. “Wha’s her probom?”

Bones tapped away diligently at his PADD as he finished the last of his day’s paperwork. He put a hand on your ankles, crossed on top of his lap, and stroked them absent-mindedly with his thumb. You smiled and broke your eyes away from your book long enough to watch him. You loved watching him work. He was so singularly focused and so passionate about each and every one of his patients. You could see the effect it had on him. The bags under his eyes and the wrinkles on his forehead that you could never smooth out.

“Thought you analyze space dust not people,” Bones grumbled before he went back to typing.

“The Interstellar Medium, yes, but it's more than just dust. It's also comprised of-” You stopped as Bones started snickering. “Jerk.” You poked your tongue out at him before pulling your knees up to your chest and away from him.

“Aw come on, sugar. You know I love it when you get all geeky on me.” You gave a soft harrumph and buried your nose back into your book. Now, it was Bones’ turn to admire you. From the way you tucked your hair behind your ear when it fell from your messy ponytail to the soft snores you made at night (even though you vehemently denied it)... There was no denying that Bones was hopelessly in love with you.

“Why don't you take the job?”

“Hm,” you hummed, not looking up from your reading.

Bones pulled the book from your hands, sliding his PADD between the pages to mark your spot. “They want you to teach at Stanford. A full-time lecturing position. Why don't you take it?”

You stared at Bones a long moment. “Have you been going through my inbox?”

“You were mumbling about it in your sleep. It was all I could make out between all the space-y stuff.” Bones waved his hand to show his distaste for the “space-y stuff” and you couldn't help but smile.

Silence fell again as you stretched your arm out on the back of the couch, tracing the ridges of Bones’ knuckles gently. Bones laced his fingers with yours to still the movement. “Come on, baby girl. Don't drift off on me like that. Why don't you want to take it.”

You sighed again, pulling your hand away from Bones. You busied yourself with a stray thread on the hem of your shirt. “I don't know, Len, I just…..it’s so far.”

“It's in California. It's not even an hour drive from Starfleet.”

“You know that's not what I mean.”

“Not any farther than Sulu is from Ben.”

“Yeah but Sulu isn't terrified of space.”

“And you're the one who’s been telling me the last six years that I shouldn't be either. If I need any reassuring I’ll call you.”

“Unless the comms go down again,” you scoffed.

Bones sighed, content to watch you for awhile. Carefully he placed his hand on your knee. “Hey,” he whispered. When you didn't look up he shook your knee and said “Hey” again, more forcefully. He might not be able to read any of those charts or calculations you made in your reports, but Bones sure could read you. “Tell me what the real problem is, ‘cause you know I’m not leavin’ you sugar. You're stuck with me just like bad luck to Jim.”

A smile tugged at your lips briefly. You focused on Bones’ breathing, knowing that missing him wasn't your biggest fear. There had been so many nights that Medbay was swamped and Bones had to sleep in his office or Jim asked you to come on an away mission with him and you slept on alien planets for days - sometimes weeks - at a time. You were used to being separated.

“What if I’m not good enough?”

“What?”

“What if I’m not good enough? I’m half the age of most of the full time lecturers there. What if they think I don't know what I’m talking about or I slept my way in or-”

“Stop it.” Bones said sternly. As always, you listened. “You went to school there, right? Before Starfleet?” You nodded your head. “So you know the teachers there and they know you?”

“Yes, but-”

“But nothing. You’re amazing at what you do. Even Spock’s impressed with your work and you know how hard it is to impress that green-blooded hobgoblin. Hell, you got picked up by the Enterprise before you even graduated Starfleet. Everyone knows you're something special.”

Even the warmth of Leonard’s voice couldn't get rid of the dull chill in your stomach. You swallowed hard against the same fear that crept up on you every night. “What if something happens?”

“Aren't you the one who always says the Enterprise is the safest place to be?”

You shook your head as you stood. The couch suddenly felt small and you needed to work off some energy. “And look how many times she's been broken to pieces! What if there's another incident like the one with Krall or Nero?”

“Then we’ll handle it.”

“Jim died.”

“I saved him.”

“And who’s gonna save you?” Your question echoed off the walls as Bones finally deflated. You felt a tear slip down your cheek and you wiped it away roughly. Bones hand caught your cheek before you could turn away from him.

“What would you do if you were here?”

“What are you talking about?” You pushed his hand away from your face but Bones only moved it to your hip, slipping his fingers beneath your shirt to skirt against your skin. “If I was dying what would you do for me? Could you start a central line? Run the tricorder? Set up a breathing tube? If my throats was closing up and I stopped breathing could you do a tracheotomy?”

“Stop it,” you yelled, pushing away from Bones. He caught your arm and pulled you back against him.

“You’re not a doctor. You're an astronomer. Ship crashes and people get hurt you can't do anything, but you can take this job. You can figure out how to make space travel less dangerous for us. You can change the world, but you're not gonna do it up here.”

You looked at Bones, his hands still wrapped tightly around your wrists. Tears streamed freely down your cheeks now as you stared at him. “I don't want to leave you,” you whispered.

“You don't want to stay, either.” He chanced another step forward. When you didn't back away, he ran a thumb just under your eye and tucked a lock of hair away. “You’re jumpy. You're not sleeping. The nightmares are getting worse, darling, it doesn't take a medical degree to figure out something's wrong.” Bones pressed a kiss to your forehead before pulling you tightly against him. He spoke his next words into your hair, carving the scent and the feel into his memory. “I’d rather have you on the ground and happy. The rest we can work out later.”

Epilogue

Your stomach was in knots as you booted your computer up. Carefully, you fixed your hair and touched up your lipstick in the computer’s camera. You wanted to look your best, even if you didn't feel it. God, what you wouldn't give to have Bones beside you massaging your feet while his famous chicken soup simmered away in the pot. You forced down the quell of nausea that ripped through you and composed yourself just as the video screen popped up. Bones looked worried as ever.

“Hey, sugar. I thought you had lecture today?”

“Yeah, I do, but I wasn't feeling so hot, so I-”

“What’s wrong? Are you sick? Do you still have that tricorder I left you?”

You laughed. Of course Bones would jump straight into doctor mode. “Yes, Len, I do. That’s why I’m calling you.”

Bones paled, leaning back in his chair and pinching the bridge of his nose. “Please tell me it’s not serious.”

“You tell me.” You grabbed the tricorder from the table beside you and waved it down your front. It beeped with a diagnosis and you held the screen up to your camera so Bones could see it. He leaned forward again, squinting his eyes to decipher the reading easier.

“Fucking Christ,” he mumbled. He flopped back into his chair and you tossed the tricorder back onto the table. Bones ran a hand through his hair and down his face. His shoulders shook as a quiet sob left him. He stood up suddenly and kissed the camera, beaming at you from wherever he was in space. “I’m gonna be a dad,” he laughed. “Again.” Bones leaned forward to kiss the camera again and you couldn’t help laughing yourself. You wished more than anything you could have him beside you, kissing you in person.

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[ladyideal]

Unlucky Star

Pairing: Leonard McCoy x Reader

Word Cont: 2064 (oops?)

Warnings: Nudity but not in a smutty way, needles, injections, and lots of fluff, couple ol’ cursing

Summary: While everyone was sick, you weren’t. This time, while everyone was sick free, you caught the cold. Jim tries to intervene on behalf of your health. Leonard takes it upon himself to pull you away from work, and takes care of you.

A/n: This is for @cuddlememerrick​ and everyone feeling sick during this cold and flu season. Take care of yourselves, everyone. Go see a doctor if it worsens. Better safe than sorry. To those are sick, get well soon!

PS: It’s also Valentine’s weekend, so I’ll be taking up drabble requests over the weekend (as I’ve no plans) and finishing up a couple more fics. Expect a couple more posts from me.

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You were lucky for the most part. Away missions that you went didn’t end in a disaster, you had a job aboard the infamous USS Enterprise, you had friends, and most importantly, you had a wonderful love life. Nothing much you could complain about really.

Above all, you were one of the lucky stars amongst the crew that hardly ever got sick. So while the entire ship had tears watering in their eyes, noses that flowed never ending with snot, and coughs that could be heard from one side of the ship to the other. 

A harmless rhinovirus really, but in just a matter of weeks, the entire crew was infected, sending Leonard into overdrive down at the medbay. Even the Captain was confined to his quarters, in fear of transmitting the cold. However, it was no use. Chekov took the day off, and you were one of the very few dwindling officers left, that could keep their eyes open long enough to see what was in front of them.

You volunteered to take his shifts, seeing how the ship was in quite a disarray at the amount of people sniffling and sneezing around you. If the Romulans knew that just a single bacteria managed to cripple the entire crew, hell it’d spell really bad news for everyone. 

It was only a week later did you really start to notice that something was feeling rather off. 

At first, you’d chalk it up to stress and pulling extra shifts. Less sleep, less food and water, and more hours awake deciphering Chekov’s notes was to blame, you’d thought. However, what really brought your attention, was your soaring uncomfortable fever and wracking cough that shook your body every time you had a coughing fit.

You were doomed for sure. 

Pressing a tissue to your nose as you attempted to steep coffee grounds, you glanced at the chrom. 

“So much for a break,” You mumbled, grabbing the mug of coffee on your out the door and towards the Bridge.

“Afternoon, Captain,” You greeted Jim as you strode past him, giving Chekov a thumbs up on his way out. 

“Afternoon, Lieutenant,” Jim paused, noticing your usual lack of excitement. “Are you alright? It doesn’t sound-.”

“I’m fine, Jimbo,” You took the seat that the Russian whiz kid vacated earlier. “Little tired.” Settling yourself in a better position, you could still feel Jim’s worried eyes on your back.

“If you say so,” Jim reluctantly dropped the topic, although from his tone, he was still worried for you. 

Squinting your eyes to better understand what the hell Chekov left for you on his notes, you started your long, arduous work day on the Bridge. On a normal day, you’d banter back and forth with the Captain to fill the silence as you both worked. Given that you were Leonard’s girlfriend, you were best friends with him too, and enjoyed a couple similar things. For example, hating medbay, disliking authority, getting under the doctor’s skin whenever possible, and taking risks.

Hours ticked by, as you squirmed around in your seat for the umpteenth time. Sweat gathered on your brow, and behind your neck as you focused on your task at hand. With Chekov’s sloppy handwriting, it was a nightmare to sort through his notes each day, something that you’d lectured him whenever you got the chance to do so. 

It was getting ridiculously warm. Fuck. Did Jim mess with the temperature again?

“Lieutenant!” Jim sharply spoke, interrupting your thoughts. He sounded much more worried now, as if he had been trying to gain your attention for quite some time now. 

“Yes, Captain?” You spoke, looking back at him. 

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed you wiggling around in your seat like that,” He spoke, observing your hunched up position. “I think you’re sick. I’ll have Bones come up and have a quick look at you.”

“Captain, I assure you that I’m fine. Leonard’s finally able to relax after that disaster month of a cold,” You protested, but quickly faltered as he commed your boyfriend up from the medbay.  

“Y/N, you need rest and time off to take care of yourself. We can’t have another fiasco like last month again,” Jim continued. “I’ll have someone take the rest of your shift.”

You grumbled wordlessly, appreciating the warmth and concern from your friendship with him, but irritated as he was one that never took his own advice. “You’re an ass.”

“What’s this about being an ass?” A familiar baritone voice drew out from the doors. 

Leonard.

“Bones, there you are,” Jim brightened up, throwing his best friend his usual shit eating grin. “We were just talking about how Y/N over there looked a little pale, and agreed that it’d be better if you took a glance.”

You silently fumed at Jim’s words, glaring down at the numbers in front of you. Trust Jim to roll you into this mess. 

“You telling me, Jim, that there was no emergency?” Leonard grumbled loudly. 

“Yeah Jimbo, there’s nothing wrong,” You added your words into the growing fire. 

“You wound me,” Jim feigned horror, clutching his hands together in front of his heart.  

“You’ll live.”

Rolling his eyes at his best friend, Leonard strode to your station with his emergency medkit in hand, and squatted down till he was eye level with you. 

“Sweetheart, look at me,” He softly ordered. While you stubbornly sat there, he gently placed his fingers around your chin, quietly encouraging you to do so.

He regarded your red eyes, stuffy nose, and very dry, chapped lips. “You’re sick, sugar.”

“‘M not sick, Len.‘m fine,” You hoarsely managed out. “Just a couple more minutes.”

He raised his signature eyebrow look, already exasperated that you were trying to fight him on this already. “Even the strong eventually falls ill.”

Hearing the evidence of your sickness, Leonard brought the back of his hand to your forehead, feeling the uncomfortable warmth radiating behind your skin. “And a fever too.”

He sighed, throwing an arm around your shoulders. “C’mon sweetheart, let’s get you outta here first.”

“Len, honey, I’m-,” You tried again, but stopped as he threw a pointed look at you. “Okay, alright, alright, you win. I’ll go”

“Take care of her, Bones,” Jim added cheekily before you and Leonard headed towards the turbolift. 

You threw him a glare before the doors closed. 

“Unbelievable, darlin’. Why didn’t you comm me that you were sick?” The doctor pulled out his handy dandy tricorder, giving you a whirl as it no doubt scanned you. 

“You were tired, I was tired,” You shrugged.

“My god, darlin’. How long have you let this continue?” He scowled down at his tricorder, taking in the numbers displayed. 

“A day or three,” You squeaked out. Now that you weren’t forced to compensate for your work, your sickness rapidly took over again. 

“A day or - Jesus, that is ridiculously bullheaded of you,” He put away his tricorder, gently tucking away an errant hair. “In your state, you would benefit from an IV saline overnight, but I assume that’s a no go.”

You pulled out your best puppy dog eyes at him. 

 “Alright sweetheart, I can make sure you’re comfortable down in our quarters too,” He relented. “You know I would do anything with those eyes.”

“What are you gonna do, hypo me into next week so I don’t have to suffer?” You lifted your eyes hopefully at him. 

“Even better,” He breathed, crowding into your space. “I’ll draw you a bath, even drop in your favorite bath bomb, make some food for you, and then wrap you up so we can snuggle up together on the couch with ice cream to soothe your throat while we watch some holos.”

You leaned on him, already closing your eyes to imagine it all. “Mmm,” you hummed. “I like that.”

Before long, while you were stripping your clothes off into a mess on the floor of your shared quarters, Leonard turned the taps on to fill the tub. 

You rubbed your eyes tiredly as you examined yourself in the mirror. “God damn,” you muttered. 

“Don’t think much of it,” Your boyfriend spoke, turning around to watch you. “You’re sick. Water’s ready.”

You stuck a finger in to test the water, but recoiled instantly at the touch of the icy cold water, and reproachfully glanced back at him. 

“You don’t want the saline, this is the next best way to lower that fever,” was all the explanation you received. 

With an unhappy scowl, you slowly lowered yourself in while Leonard came back with a chair and a washcloth. 

As you laid back back, you let your eyes flutter close, dropping your tense shoulders. 

“That’s it,” The doctor encouraged, gently dabbing away at your forehead with the cold washcloth. “Computer, bathroom light to 30%”

You groaned in earnest, satisfied with the amount of attention you were receiving and the dim lighting you were in. 

“Here, let me wash your hair real fast,” he spoke quietly, reaching over to grab your bottle of shampoo and a jug of warm water he’d placed to the side earlier..

After pouring some water on your head, he squirted a dollop into his hands and slowly massaged it into your hair. Humming an unfamiliar tune, you let yourself drift off in bliss as Leonard worked his way out from the scalp. His long, talented fingers did not miss a place, gently smoothing out each strand out.

It was pure heaven.

Before you knew it, he was pouring the rest of the water to get the suds out. “Let’s get you outta there before you start shivering.” 

Letting the water drain and helping you up to your feet, he grabbed a nearby definitely-not-standard-Starfleet  extremely fluffy towel from the rack and ever so gently dried you off.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, you yawned, feeling so much better than just a mere few hours ago.

“Incoming,” he warned, throwing you your pair of pajamas, and lastly, your panties to your face.

You did your best to scowl at him, but failed as you ended up chuckling at his antics.

 “Why don’t you go get yourself comfortable on the couch, and I’ll bring you something to eat?” He suggested, placing another hand on your forehead.

You nodded. When he was satisfied that the heat behind your skin had lessened, he left for the kitchen to get you your dinner. 

Stretching yourself out on the couch, you reached out for the plaid blanket draped over the cushions, while scrolling through the tv guide for something to watch. 

The scent of chicken noodle soup filled the air, turning your gaze towards the hallway as Leonard emerged with two bowls of soup and a hypo all balanced on a tray.

“Found anything eye catching yet?” He asked, carefully handling over your bowl. 

“Not yet,” You replied, thanking him with a nod. “How’s your day been?”

You scooped up spoonful after spoonful of soup as you listen to him talk about those unfortunate to be stuck down in the medbay. Idiots, he had called them. 

When you and Leonard both had your fill, you watched as Leonard picked up the hypo. Knowing the routine, you tilted your head to the side, so he had better access to your neck.You felt his warm fingers splayed around your throat, seeking out a landmark for the injection. 

“Quick pinch,” He warned. You closed your eyes before the slight sting, which was made instantly better by his gentle massage. 

You must have made a noise of happiness as he stopped, softly kissing your forehead. Sickness be damned. He was a doctor, he didn’t get sick.

“Stay right where you are, darlin, and let me go get those ice cream,” He grinned at you, before moving off the couch. 

It took a few minutes before you finally decided on the cheesy, yet classic movie: The Titanic. Leonard returned with two ice creams and spoons, placing them within arms distance  on the coffee table in front.

At last, he snuggled up closer to you, pulling you tighter to him. “What are we watching, sweetheart?”

“The Titanic,” You grinned at him, enjoying the relaxed smile he had beaming on his face. 

“Of course,” He rolled his eyes good naturedly, but settled in.

“Leonard?”

“Hmm?”

“Thank you for taking care of me.”

“My pleasure, sugar.”

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[firemedicdiaz]

Truth Be Told

Fandom: Star Trek AOS/TOS. Pairing:  Reader X Leonard McCoy. Prompt:  Request by LBO ‘Non - sequel to Lies by Omission where reader gets acute bronchitis that exacerbates the asthma.  She winds up in med bay with Dr. M’Benga and is panicking, pulling off the respirator mask and clasping her neck to avoid hypos.  Bones happens to walk into med bay and sees what’s happening so he rushes over.  He takes her by the wrists to pull her hands away so the team can start an IV line, soothes her and calms her down so they can take care of her. Word Count: 2199. Warnings: severe asthma attack, descriptions of medical procedures, needles. Rating: Teen+. Author’s Note: I don’t know why this one took me so long to get to.  I loved writing Lies by Omission, and I loved writing this just as much!  I hope you guys enjoy it!  Most medications mentioned in this fic can be found here.

Truth Be Told

“What’s going on over here?”

You barely even hear the question, let alone recognize the voice posing it as belonging to Leonard McCoy, CMO of the USS Enterprise, personal physician to one Captain James T. Kirk, and perhaps most importantly – your fiancé.  He’s out of sight yet, on the other side of the privacy screen that Dr. M’Benga had ordered Nurse Chapel to activate when you’d first been brought into the med bay a short while ago, and just like you don’t recognize that it’s him, he doesn’t realize that it’s you sitting there, fighting tooth and nail to get free of the medical team’s clutches.

Prior to winding up in the med bay fighting to breathe, you’d been feeling unwell for a couple of days – nothing serious, just tired and achy with a bit of a cough – and you’d been surviving on over the counter symptom relief and hot tea with honey.  Your symptoms hadn’t even really been bothersome enough for you to consider asking Leonard to look you over and so you hadn’t.  He hadn’t had much of a chance to notice that you were sick, either, as he was on opposite shifts from you on this rotation and the two of you hadn’t been able to meet up in days.

You’d gone to work this morning feeling a bit feverish and congested, and things had only progressed from there. You’d had to use your emergency inhaler a handful of times to help open up your airways as your cough had deepened and harshened.  You had planned on heading in to med bay at some point to finally have someone check you out, but things had gone from bad to worse before you could put your plan into action.  You had started having a severe asthma attack, one so bad that your inhaler just wasn’t working anymore.  You were unable to speak, and barely able to breathe; you were lucky that Scotty had come around the corner moments later and found you, or you surely would have died right then and there.  Instead, he rushed you up to med bay, not sparing a moment to call ahead, just gathering you in his arms and bolting through the halls without a second thought.

That was how you’d wound up here, seated on a bio bed, flailing and dodging hands and hypos, as Dr. M’Benga and Nurse Chapel attempt to treat you.  The lack of oxygen has tempered your higher reasoning and driven you into a panicked state. You don’t realize that the people around you are trying to help you, even when Leonard steps through the privacy screen and rushes to your side as he realizes it’s you on the bed.

“Y/N!”  He exclaims, turning his gaze to Dr. M’Benga as he reaches out to grasp your upper arms in an attempt to calm your flailing.  “Geoff, what happened?”

“Mr. Scott brought her in,” Dr. M’Benga explains.  “She’s hypoxic and barely moving any air.  I can’t get a hypo into her.”

As he speaks, you’re trying to wriggle your way out of Leonard’s grasp, clasping at your neck, knowing nothing in your frenzied state other than that you don’t want anyone stabbing you with anything like they’re trying to do.  Your panic increases with every passing second as your oxygen levels continue dropping, weakening your fight.

“Y/N,” Leonard says firmly, his grip on your upper arms tightening in an attempt to get through to you.  “You’ve got to calm down, darlin’.  We’re going to help you, but you need to let us.”

His words don’t so much as press at the hypoxic fog that’s settled over you, let alone penetrate it, and you continue to squirm.  It doesn’t take Leonard long to realize that no amount of talk is going to get through to you, and so he makes an executive decision in your best interests.

“I’m going to pin her down,” he explains hastily to the others.  “When I do, you can give her the Tri-Ox.  I want some Dexalin on board, stat, and point five of Rexlin.”

Christine nods in acknowledgement of his orders and moves quickly to assemble the necessary drugs.  Dr. M’Benga already has a hypo with a preload of Tri-Ox in it in hand, and he has it poised at the ready as Leonard gently but firmly wrestles you into submission.

“No,” you rasp desperately, your words coming out in a wheeze.  “NO!”

“It’s okay, Y/N,” Leonard reassures you as he moves around the bio bed so he’s standing on the other side, behind you. “You’re going to be okay.  I’m sorry, sugar, but we’ve got to do this.”

His arms wrap around you, pulling you tight against his chest and pinning your own arms at your sides.  Reaching up, his fingers encircle your wrists and pry your hands away from around your throat, giving Dr. M’Benga just enough space to press a hypo to your neck.  The sting of the injection doesn’t even register but you fight with renewed vigor at the perceived attack, especially once your oxygen levels begin to creep up little by little in the wake of the medication.

The next few minutes pass by in a flash. Your uniform is being exchanged for a patient gown.  A mask is being pressed to your face to supply supplemental oxygen.  More hypos, monitor leads.  All the while you squirm but Leonard’s grip on you holds strong, keeping you from dislodging any lines and wires and from prying the oxygen mask from your face.  The squirming doesn’t last long, however, as the medications begin to take effect; the sedative has you relaxing and on the cusp of dozing off, and the sympathomimetic has opened your airways enough that you’re able to drag in your first proper breaths in over fifteen minutes.  As the oxygen reaches your brain, you begin to calm down as the world comes into sharper focus and you start to realize where you are.

“Are you back with us, sweetheart?” Leonard asks, his grip on you finally easing.  

Your arms are sore where he’s gripped you and you’re extremely confused about what’s happened.  Glancing around you, taking in the unsure expressions on Dr. M’Benga and Christine’s faces, your heart begins to race even more than it already is.  Looking over your shoulder, you find Leonard at last and feel tears prickle at your eyes as a number of very sudden, intense feelings assault you: confusion, fear, and anxiety, among others.

“It’s alright, you’re okay,” Leonard reassures you as he steps around the bio bed to face you.

He takes your hands in his and squeezes them gently, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.  He looks away from you for just a moment to take in the numbers on the bio bed’s readout and then makes eye contact again.  He slips one hand gently up to your shoulder, pressing softly, encouraging you to lie back.

“What happened?”  You ask hoarsely as you acquiesce and lie down, grateful that he’d thought to raise the head of the bed for you a little to make breathing easier.

“You had an asthma attack,” Leonard explains, glancing pointedly up at the monitor before flicking his gaze back to you. “And with a fever like that, it was probably brought on by an infection of some sort.”

You nod, swallowing thickly and licking your dry, cracked lips.

“I’ve been a little under the weather for a few days,” you admit.  “I thought it was getting better until my inhaler stopped working.  I remember Scotty finding me in the middle of an attack, but it gets fuzzy after that.”

Leonard nods, perching on the edge of the bed at your side and taking your hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. You’re half expecting to be admonished for not coming in sooner, but instead his expression is kind, sympathetic.

“Adrenaline impairs your brain’s ability to lay down new memory,” Leonard elaborates.  “Coupled with the lack of oxygen, I’m surprised you remember anything.”

“Lack of oxygen?  It must have been bad,” you murmur.  “Especially if you’re being this nice about it.”

Leonard chuckles softly and inclines his head in a slight nod.

“It was a little touch and go there for a minute,” he admits without saying too much for fear of scaring you.  “But we’ve got it under control.  All you have to do is relax and listen to your doctor’s orders.”

Leonard glances up and over at Dr. M’Benga, who is smiling at you reassuringly as he enters a few notes into your patient chart.  You smile back weakly and shift around a little in an attempt to get more comfortable. As you move around, you bump your wrist against the bed and hiss as pain flares in it.  Glancing down at it, you notice a bit of duskiness around it and you furrow your eyebrows.

“How’d I bang myself up?”  You ask.  “I don’t remember having any sort of accident down in engineering.”

Leonard looks down at the wrist you’re indicating and grimaces slightly as he reaches out to pick it up.  He holds your hand carefully and gently runs his fingertips over the bruises, inspecting them.  He sets your hand back down and does the same to the other side at which time you realize you’ve got them there, too.

“You didn’t get hurt at work,” Leonard explains.  “I’m afraid these are my fault.  You were in bad shape when you came in and we couldn’t get a hypo in anywhere but your neck with your uniform on, and you were fighting it.  I had to hold you down so Dr. M’Benga could give you some medicine to help you breathe.”

“That bad, huh?”  You say wryly.  “I’ve never had an attack like that before.  Is that bad? Does it mean my asthma’s getting worse?”

Leonard shakes his head.

“No, sweetheart,” he assures you.  “It’s not your asthma, it’s whatever’s exacerbating your asthma.  Once we can diagnose and treat it properly, it won’t be a problem anymore.  Like I said, you’ve got nothing to worry about aside from lying here and getting better.”

“Are you going to take care of me?”  You ask, knowing the rules about doctor-patient relationships.

“No,” Leonard replies.  “But you’re in great hands with Dr. M’Benga.  I will be staying close by, though, and waiting on you hand and foot.  If you need anything, all you need to do is ask.”

You glance over at Dr. M’Benga as he moves in again to continue scanning you now that you’re calmed down and shoot him a grateful look before turning back to face Leonard again.

“That sounds even better,” you decide.  “After all, I’m fairly sure the good doctor draws the line at cuddles and kissing his patients better.”

You wink at Dr. M’Benga and earn yourself a good-natured eye roll in return before he moves off to look over the results of your scans.  Meanwhile, Leonard glances up at your vitals on the bio bed’s readout and gets to his feet as he takes the numbers in.  Now that your fever has come down a bit, he moves off to get you another couple of blankets from the warmer.  He returns quickly and drapes them over your lap, helping you get comfortable before settling in beside you again.

He reaches out carefully once he’s seated and picks up one of your wrists.  Bringing it up, he leans down and presses some soft, brushing kisses to each and every bruise that encircles it.  He does the same with your other wrist and settles your arm back down just in time for Christine to join him at your bedside.

“Let’s take care of these bruises,” she says gently.  “It’ll take no time at all.”

You nod and allow her to take your wrists in turn and run the dermal regenerator over them.  You glance up at Leonard as she works, expecting him to be watching her like a hawk.  Instead, he’s looking at you, watching you closely for any traces of hurt.  You reach up with the hand Christine has already finished with, grasping one of his palms to reassure him that you’re alright.

As the rest of the treatment goes on, you find yourself starting to get sleepy.  You’re sure it has to do with the illness that’s got you in its grips, and it probably has a lot to do with the episode you had just a short while ago, too.  Yawning widely, you turn your head to avoid breathing on anyone and possibly spreading the contagion and you let your eyes flutter closed.

“Get some sleep, sugar,” Leonard encourages you softly.  “You’ll need it to fight this bug.  I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

“Okay,” you murmur sleepily, already half way to dreamland.

With Leonard’s presence nearby and the whole of the medical team on standby in case anything happens, you feel safe and well taken care of.  You drift off to sleep moments later, already feeling better than you have in days and looking forward to the sort of TLC Leonard is undoubtedly going to provide as soon as you wake up again.

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