#mccoy has a mint julep

[sleepymccoy]

This was my piece for the @sponeszine '24! Featuring their first day out after telling the crew they're dating, and the slightly sarcastic gift hamper they received to acknowledge their terribly kept secret lol

Drawing with a constrained colour palette is very very fun

#spones #spones zine #spock #mccoy #mccoy has a mint julep #spock just has water

[calliethetrekkie]

Triumvirate Prompts: Day 21

#21. Favorite McCoy moment?

The sacrifice in The Empath... but I already used that one. So here's five other fantastic McCoy moments. In no particular order.

1. The Final Frontier Flashback

Look, I like my angst, okay?! Honestly, to see McCoy this emotional and distressed... I think the only time we ever really saw it in the show was in The City on the Edge of Forever. And he was drugged at the time, so that wasn't exactly of his own volition. I don't think that anyone expected ending his own father's life to end his suffering to be a part of his history, but God the whole scene and especially DeForest Kelley's performance (especially after he REALLY got cheated out of strong material in the other films)... it's so good but so painful. Then the big reveal that had he just made him wait, the cure would have been found and this never would have had to happen. You see this, and it explains a LOOOT about his character in-show and puts episodes like Operaton: Annahilate in a whole new light. But seriously, it's such a painful moment but a very good one.

2. "Would you like to see how fast I can put you in a hospital?"

I joked that this was the scene that made McCoy my favorite character. That's not entirely true, but it's not really a lit either. McCoy under the spores effects was actually kind of cute, just because we NEVER get to see him that at ease and carefree most of the time. I mean, look at him with his mint julep~! But the thing that snaps him back to normal? Not Kirk and/or Spock provoking it. No, it's the colony leader telling him that he can't be a doctor anymore. That was all it took to piss McCoy off and punch the guy to the ground. I like the idea that McCoy sucks at combat most of the time, especially compared to everyone else. But he CAN throw his fists and HO BOY does this scene prove it. Never tell McCoy that he can't be a doctor. Ever.

3. Staring Down Khan

So what happens when Khan, a super strong war criminal, grabs McCoy by the neck and holds a scalpel at his throat? McCoy not giving a shit. Seriously, he doesn't so much as flinch. He remains insanely calm and composed, staring right back at Khan and even tells him the most effective way to kill him. It earns him Khan's respect and he pulls back. There are two things to say about this. One, McCoy is a stone-cold badass. Two, for a guy that us in the fandom often characterize as temperamental and volatile, this shows us that he knows how to handle intense situations with calmness that could rival Spock. Remember, he's a doctor, but he's also an expert in psychology and has probably had plenty of experience handling dangerous patients that could easily kill him and those around him. You want an example as to why he's the CMO? Look no further than to this scene.

And speaking of McCoy giving the middle finger to powerful beings that could easily kill him...

4. "I will not peddle flesh"

Return to Tomorrow is an episode that doesn't get talked about much. Which is a shame because the McCoy material in this is freakin' excellent. Whenever I get back to reviewing, this is one of the episodes that I'm most excited to get to go over. But here? We have the female God-being wanting to keep the Girl of the Week's body, asking McCoy to only keep quiet. If he does, she'll save Kirk's life, who at this point as far as anyone can tell, he's dead. I cannot stress how much Kirk means to McCoy. Even earlier in the episode when Kirk first got possessed, McCoy was ready to shoot and kill if Sargon didn't get out of him right then and there and Hell, the only two times that McCoy has killed were to protect Kirk. But his response to this offer?

MCCOY: Neither Jim nor I can trade a body we don't own. It happens to belong to a young woman. MULHALL: Who you hardly know. Almost a stranger to you. MCCOY: I will not peddle flesh. I'm a physician.

As much as he cares about Jim, as much as he doesn't want to lose him, he won't risk another's life to save him. Not when said person can't consent. He knows that Jim would never allow that. He would never allow it. It goes against his oath as a doctor. It doesn't matter that he barely knows her, he won't peddle flesh. He doesn't have to think about it and even if Mulhall didn't change her mind and kept trying to kill him, he still wouldn't have changed his stance. Seriously, it's such a good McCoy moment and is just another reason why I love him.

5. Testing The Vaccine on Himself in Miri

I thinkt hat this was the first McCoy scene that made me go '...holy shit'. McCoy and the others are infected with an illness that will soon drive them to insanity. As the eldest of the landing party, he's likely going to be first. He and Spock have developed a vaccine, but unable to get it tested. Spock refuses to let it be tested until they're able to reach the Enterprise... but McCoy knows that time is running out. So as soon as Spock walks out, he injects himself. If it works, he's cured, and they're all saved. If not and it kills him, then at least he won't be able to hurt anyone else. The only one who can get hurt with this act is himself, and he won't test a dangerous, untested substance on anyone else either. This is the only option he's got, and this is the only chance he's got to do it.

Is it extreme? Sure, very. McCoy's lucky that it paid off. But it is 100% something that McCoy would do. I think sometimes people forget because he looks rational compared to Kirk and Spock, but McCoy wouldn't be where he is if he wasn't willing to take dangerous risks. It's just that he won't do it when it comes to others, and it's his job to ensure others well-being. But there are plenty of examples where McCoy can and will do something dangerous, even insane, in the name of his profession (The Immunity Syndrome is a good example). He's a doctor. Just as Kirk lives and breathes the life and risks of being a Starfleet Captian, McCoy lives and breathes being a doctor. He saves lives, no matter the risk to himself, and this scene displays that perfectly.

#tos #star trek tos #leonard mccoy #terms of service-tober #finally got this one done #should be able to be caught back up in a day or so

[sshbpodcast]

Character Spotlight: Leonard McCoy

By Ames

We’re still boldly going through all the characters of The Original Series in A Star to Steer Her By’s latest blog collection, and this week the spotlight is on Dr. Leonard McCoy! We’re not even going to be at all objective about this one because Bones is the favorite TOS character of most of the hosts here at SSHB, so be prepared for us to gush about his curmudgeonly actions, witty one-liners, and constant back-and-forth with Spock.

It helps that DeForest Kelley brings so much more to the role than is on the page, so let’s dive in and discover what our favorite McCoy moments are, scrape the bottom of the barrel for some lesser moments, and generally fan all over the CMO of the starship Enterprise. Read on below and listen to this week’s banter on the podcast (discussion at 1:04:23) for more about this old country doctor. We hope you have a mint julep handy!

[Images © CBS/Paramount

Best Moments

Promoted too fast One of McCoy’s most highlighted facets is his obstinance, which is often played to hilarious effect. So when the ship is under threat from Balok’s Fesarius in “The Corbomite Maneuver,” it’s quite fitting that McCoy is stubborn enough to make what might be his last living action writing up Lt. Bailey just to spite Kirk for promoting him too fast. Now that’s no bluff!

Well, either choke me or cut my throat! Make up your mind! McCoy is at his most badass in “Space Seed” when his patient, Khan, has grabbed one of the good doctor’s handy wall knives and held him up. “It would be most effective if you would cut the carotid artery just under the left ear,” Bones says while his life is being threatened, and everyone watching this show goes “Daaaaaamn.”

Something called a mint julep. It’s a drink, Jim! Speaking of McCoy being a straight-up badass, when the subsonic transmitter is undoing the euphoric effects of the spores in “This Side of Paradise,” he straight up slugs the guy who dares imply that his job as a physician may have become obsolete on a planet with no disease. Without so much as dropping his drink! Grade-A badass right there.

My patients don't walk out in the middle of an operation Don’t forget that McCoy is a half decent doctor, especially considering most medical work in the future is waving a medical tricorder over people. But he proves his physician’s skills in “Journey to Babel” when he performs surgery on Sarek, transfusing a blood sample from a reluctant Spock and saving the ambassador’s life, all in the middle of a battle with Orions!

I’m trying to thank you… As we mentioned in the Spock spotlight post, the jail scene in “Bread and Circuses” is just stunning acting work from both Nimoy and Kelley. It’s such a short scene, but it’s got everything. And when McCoy ponders that Spock is afraid of living, afraid of showing his human half, afraid of feeling, they display in their acting that they’re both in the same emotional place and I love it.

A child could do it Like in “Journey to Babel,” Bones gets to prove his medical prowess in “Spock’s Brain,” even if it’s a little bit laughable overall. He does need help from the Teacher to give himself the temporary knowledge to reconnect Spock to his big Vulcan brain, but when that wears off, he keeps it together, and with a little help from his green-blooded friend, gets the job done.

Please give yourself every minute No wonder this episode was our favorite from TOS. What a great showcase for DeForest Kelley. His grappling with impending death in “For the World Is Hollow and I Have Touched the Sky” is expertly played and beautifully explores how to measure a life’s happiness. McCoy’s romance with Natira is lovely and I heartily wish he didn’t have to leave her, though as I said in my review of Sawdust to Stardust, the novel Ex Machina revisits Yonada and is quite good!

I’ve been drafted There’s just something about Bones McCoy in The Motion Picture, standing on the transporter pad that he hates so much, grumbling at Kirk about getting drafted back into Starfleet, complaining like a cantankerous old coot about all the renovations made to his medical bay, all while wearing the most disco of civilian attire that is just plain charming.

I choose the danger While we found it a biiiit presumptuous for Spock to cram his katra into McCoy in The Wrath of Khan, it allows for some just plain great DeForest Kelley acting in The Search for Spock, so we can kinda forgive the violation. All movie long, McCoy gets to act like he’s mildly possessed by Spock, and then bravely face the fal-tor-pan ceremony that could be dangerous to humans. “Hell of a time to ask.”

What is this, the Dark Ages? While it could be seen as a blatant infringement of the Temporal Prime Directive to give a kidney pill to the woman on dialysis in The Voyage Home, you’ve just gotta love it when Starfleet doctors take matters into their own hands for the sake of a patient. Does the Hippocratic Oath trump the prime directive? Probably not, but McCoy is a hero to that woman regardless.

Not long after, they found a cure Sometimes Star Trek just doesn’t deserve DeForest Kelley, whose acting chops are frequently the best on the show, in our humble opinions. And the debated worst of the TOS films actually has some legitimately great McCoy moments – watching him euthanize his father only to learn a cure has been later found in The Final Frontier is such a moving scene that we really feel for.

Aside from a touch of arthritis… Only Leonard McCoy could get away with cracking a joke during his conspiracy trial prosecuted by relentless Klingons, as he does in The Undiscovered Country. And he even gets a couple of laughs out of the spectating Klingons in the audience, which may make up for getting convicted of a crime he didn’t commit. Take that, Chang!

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Worst Moments

I was thinking about the buffalo The very first introduction of McCoy in “The Man Trap” sees him doing some pretty irrational things. How is Plum’s mind so clouded that he can’t see Nancy for what she really is, especially when she’s literally sucking the salt out of the captain? And it’s an emotional scene, but I still can’t forgive McCoy for killing the M-113 creature, a sentient being and the last of its kind.

Don’t peek! Something rubbed us the wrong way about Bones’s flirting with yeoman Barrows in “Shore Leave.” Maybe it’s the age gap. Maybe it’s that they didn’t have a ton of chemistry. Maybe it’s that we ship him and Natira way more. Or maybe it’s that when she asks him not to watch her change, his response is “My dear girl, I am a doctor. When I peek, it’s in the line of duty.” Gross, doc.

Two drops of cordrazine can save a man's life Every so often, we really question Dr. McCoy’s doctoring skills and how his shenanigans wouldn’t fly in later series. And as much as it serves as the impetus for one of the best TOS episodes, being careless enough to inject oneself with a hundred times the normal dose of cordrazine in “The City on the Edge of Forever” – time ripples or not! – is just plain ineptitude.

You are out of line… sir. McCoy says in “The Doomsday Machine” that he hasn’t had time to run an examination on Decker to declare him medically or psychologically unfit to command. Well, why not, doctor?! If in “The Deadly Years,�� we had time to hold a trial about Kirk being too senile to command, you surely have the authority to order the commodore to a checkup. You’re the CMO for chrissakes!

I’m a doctor, not an escalator Everything McCoy does on Capella IV in “Friday’s Child” is very strange to me. a) Why had McCoy been there when these people are still in primitive stages? b) Why didn’t McCoy TELL Grant that drawing his phaser would get him killed? c) What fetishist wrote the slap fight with the pregnant woman? This whole incident was just eyebrow raising, one of McCoy’s specialties!

A total resentment towards women See what I mean about Bones not understanding doctoring sometimes? A woman crewmember makes a mistake that bonks Scott on the noggin, so McCoy diagnoses Scott with misogyny in “Wolf in the Fold,” and prescribes a trip to a brothel. That was a thing that happened. What incel wrote this nonsense? Sometimes, Star Trek, your being written in the sixties really shows.

They reproduce bisexually Another weird medical gaff McCoy makes is stating that the tribbles reproduce bisexually in “The Trouble with Tribbles.” Someone on the writing team apparently had no idea what that word means and it resulted in making McCoy just sound incompetent. The tribbles reproduce asexually, and their being born pregnant is what Bones was trying to relay when he flubbed it hard.

I think I left it in Bela’s office Not only did McCoy NOT get to play dress up in gangster clothes like Kirk and Spock in “A Piece of the Action” (what a waste; he would have looked great!), but the button at the end of the episode reveals that he’s left his communicator on Sigma Iotia! Well. Go and get it, nincompoop! That’s cultural contamination! Beam it up! Amateurs, I swear to Okmyx.

…you pointed-eared hobgoblin! Most of our worst McCoy moments have been a bit tongue-in-cheek until now, but you do have to admit that McCoy’s constant stream of casual racism at Vulcans is absolutely problematic. And as much as we credit the beautiful jail scene in “Bread and Circuses” (as I already did above), it’s also the time that he called Spock a “pointed-eared hobgoblin” and that’s not okay. The rest of that scene is still great though.

Will I become like Chekov, doctor? Okay, doc, I know everyone’s going mildly nuts in “The Tholian Web” because of the space crazies, but Uhura’s claim that she saw the captain should have been taken seriously. It was a symptom no one else had displayed. You already knew Kirk was vanishing and reappearing. And later you take Scott seriously when he makes the same claim. Justice for Uhura!

They've lost confidence in you We mentioned this episode in our Spock coverage, but it bears repeating. Everything was out of place in “The Tholian Web,” and McCoy was in rare form being extra racist to Spock the whole time. Even if it’s for good reason (Spock is terrible at command!), McCoy comes off as petty, emotional, and cruel all episode long and that’s not the kind of light-hearted ribbing he usually gives Spock.

It tastes just fine One final blundering McCoy moment comes in The Animated Series episode “The Eye of the Beholder.” “The water is too pure,” according to Spock, before McCoy reveals that it tastes fine. What are you doing drinking untested water on a planet where people have disappeared, bonehead? And getting crushed by a dragon somehow? What is this, amateur hour?

— This blogpost is dead, Jim! We know Bones is a doctor, not an engineer, so fittingly next week we’ll make sure to aim our character spotlight at an engineer! Join us for our celebration of all things Montgomery Scott here on the blog, and also in our continued watchthrough of all Trek over on SoundCloud or wherever you podcast. You can also hail us over on Facebook and Twitter, and maybe don’t keep your scalpels mounted above the biobed, doc. Just a thought.

#star trek #star trek podcast #podcast #mccoy #the original series #the motion picture #the wrath of khan #the search for spock #the voyage home #the final frontier #the undiscovered country #the corbomite maneuver #space seed #this side of paradise #journey to babel #bread and circuses #spock's brain #for the world is hollow and i have touched the sky #the man trap #shore leave #the city on the edge of forever #the doomsday machine #friday's child #wolf in the fold #a piece of the action #the tholian web #the eye of the beholder #the animated series #deforest kelley

[swimmingwolf59]

∇ for spones

(For reference this is the old age/aging head canon)

I love thinking about old spones lol thank you for the ask! Sorry this got kinda long lol.

Old married spones are frequent guests on the Enterprise-D, as the Enterprise is often tasked with ferrying them to various conferences. Despite it being a different crew, they fit in well here, and the D crew love them. McCoy and Spock join the weekly poker games (McCoy always wins and Spock always loses, which Riker finds incredibly amusing). McCoy was Beverly's mentor back when she first started as a doctor, so they're fast friends and Beverly is always dragging him off to show him her latest research. Spock enjoys discussing philosophy and Shakespeare with Picard, and sometimes allows himself to pretend he is talking to his father. Guinan fixes McCoy his favorite drink--the best mint julep in the galaxy--and they laugh about old times. Data invites both of them over to his quarters often, as McCoy and Spock both have an interest in his art, his conversation, and his cat. Geordi is one of the few people who can make McCoy laugh uproariously, which Spock enjoys watching much more than he would ever admit. Deanna shares her favorite chocolate recipes with Spock, who has never quite been able to suppress his sweet tooth. Worf and Spock share a quiet cup of tea together - or at least it would be quiet if McCoy didnt insist on regaling Worf with stories of his ancestor (McCoy's attorney). Neither of them say anything though because they both find it endearing. Lower deckers line up in the hallways to get a chance to witness the infamous spones banter.

It feels a lot like home.

And the best part - no one realized they were married except for Beverly, who already knew, and Deanna, who could tell right away how they felt about each other and teases them about it often. Deanna happens to mention it during a meeting one time and the entire ship just about loses their minds. Until then, they had thought they were just constantly stuck on missions together and were barely tolerating each other.

Spones are amused when they learn this because at their age, this happens all the time and it never ceases to be fun.

You can find the headcanon meme here

#star trek tos #spones #old married spones #headcanon #i guess this isn't technically centered around their old age but it's a hc i have of when they're old so i guess it works lol #i have so many old spones hcs I didn't know which one to share LOL #if you'd like to see more #please read my fic the importance of keeping your vulcan awake during sehlat hibernation season LOL #star trek tng

[kermits-cup-of-tea]

A silly little mcspirk fic inspired by the discord:

"Have a nice shore leave gentlemen!"

That was the last thing the three heard from the Enterprise before Scotty hit the slider for the transporter. Then they were gone.

Bones stretched out, enjoying the feeling of the sun on his florescent-tanned skin, he had gone too long without actual sunlight. The sound of the waves ebbing with the breeze kept it just cool enough to not be stifling out. Across from the landing pad was a bar in the shadows of the setting sun. On the menu out front read in big block letters "Try our new Mint Julep!" This was shaping up to be his best shore leave yet.

Upon landing, Kirk however found he was in a Five Guys, as they had planned but he was alone, not as they had planned. 'Well, maybe Scotty had to beam us down one at a time. This is a small landing pad.' he thought, taking a step back and putting his hands on his hips to wait.

It was a lovely day in Seattle. The sun was just starting to pass overhead, its rays falling through the windows of the building Spock found himself in. However, sunbeams do not a restaurant make and Spock found he disliked the inside of Five Guys. Especially this one, considering he was alone. But because it was only logical, he assumed Kirk and Dr. McCoy would join him momentarily. The landing pad was rather small. So he stepped back to wait, hands clasped behind his back, hidden in the sleeves of his cloak where he wasn't nervously twitching his thumbs.

Brushing open the door to the bar, Bones heard the sound of old Earth music push past him carried by the cooled air from inside. This was truly what "paradise" meant.

When a few minutes had passed and no one else joined him, Kirk pulled out his communicator and hailed Spock. Wherever Spock had gone, Bones had to be with him right?

"Spock? Spock are you receiving me?"

A moment passed and just as he was getting ready to hail again Spock's voice came through loud and clear.

"Yes Captain, I am receiving you. It appears we beamed down to separate landing pads."

"Yes it does Spock. And I told you before beaming down, no 'captain'. We're on shore leave."

"Very well. Where did you beam down Jim? I will come meet you."

"I beamed down into Five Guys, are you out on the street? I didn't see you out the windows."

Spock turned to look around the Five Guys. Perhaps he had simply failed to recognize Jim in his quick assessment of the situation. Another quick look warranted no Jim.

"Spock? You still there?"

"Jim I do not believe we are in the same Five Guys. I am in one but you are not here."

"What? Ok... well I know theres another Five Guys about a mile down the road, you're probably at that one. Stay put, I'm coming to you."

"Very well Jim. I also feel the need to tell you that you failed to mention that there were multiple incarnations of Five Guys."

"Yes, thank you Spock. My apologies."

The mint julep was amazing, just the way Bones liked it. Not too much syrup to cover it up, but just enough to sweeten the bourbon a touch. The sun was below the horizon now, the air inside feeling too cold rather than a relief from the heat. With one last sip Bones finished his julep and strolled back outside to enjoy the ocean breeze (after paying of course and tipping heavily, the waitress had been most kind).

"Spock are you in the front of the Five Guys? I'm not seeing you here and its dark out, the store is closing soon. We might just have to head back to a hotel for the night. Oh, and is Bones with you?"

Kirk put his hand back on his hip, more confused than ever. He'd checked the area repeatedly and there were only two Five Guys in town.

"I am in the front of the Five Guys. I do not see you either Jim, but the sun has just started to set. There are still 4.86 hours of sunlight left. And Dr. McCoy is not with me, I believed he was with you."

Kirk was monumentally confused.

Spock was perturbed. They had all beamed down together and yet had not rematerialized in the same place. It was highly illogical, bar any unforeseen transporter accidents which would have been relayed immediately. The sun was setting for Jim, but it was clearly still in his sky.

"Jim, what time is it?"

"Its 1807, why?"

"I suspect you are in Iowa."

"Yes?? That's where we beamed down to - or where I thought we had planned to anyways."

"Jim, I am not in Iowa."

Watching the sunset peak over the ocean waves was stunning. The stars were merely dots in the sky telling stories. And the breeze was warm as the air was cool. Bones smiled as the waves lulled him to sleep, finally relaxing in his perfect paradise.

"If you're not in Iowa then where the hell are you??"

Kirk was confused. That seemed to be his constant state for this shore leave so far. Bones still wasn't answering his communicator, he'd turned it off so Kirk had no clue where he was but he'd managed to get ahold of Spock but now he was apparently not even in the same state he was, who knew if he was even on the same continent.

"I appear to be in Seattle, Washington."

Kirk was stumped. Seattle hadn't even been a place they'd considered for shore leave.

"Hold on a second Spock, I need to com Scotty."

"Jim-"

"One second, Kirk to Scotty?"

Nothing.

"Kirk to Scotty, Scotty come in."

Again silence.

"Jim we are on a Starfleet mandated shore leave, we cannot communicate with the ship unless it is a priority message sent through Starfleet."

Spock's eyes were drawn up to the top of the menu, the food items were plenty however he could not see if any followed his dietary restrictions. He would wait to order, he had to check first.

"Are you aware of what meals I can have at Five Guys?"

Spock continued to scan the menu, a few things catching his eye.

"Spock are you ordering Five Guys without me??"

As Bones relaxed in the sand he had a passing thought that the night air was doing wonders for his humors. Primitive medicine was always on his mind these days it seemed. But it was no worry as he turned over to watch the city lights dance in the fog that had started collecting across the bay.

"No I am not ordering, I do not know what I can eat yet. That is why I asked you."

Kirk blew out a breath, halfway between a laugh and a sigh.

"Spock just wait till I get there ok? The nearest public access transporter is about an hour and a half away. Can you send me your coordinates? I promise we'll get Five Guys soon as I arrive."

There was a minuscule sigh before the communicator beeped with the incoming coordinates.

"Thank you dear, I'll be there shortly."

There was not a frown on Spock's face as he closed the communicator and resigned himself to go sit and wait in the corner. Having a frown would mean he was not in total control of his emotions and that would be illogical.

"Alright hun, you know what you want to order yet?"

It would appear he had forgotten he was next in line.

"No, I am waiting for my t'hy'la to arrive. He will be some time. Would I be able to occupy one of the seats over there in the meantime?"

"Not a problem dear, just holler if you need anything!"

'Holler indeed,' Spock thought, feeling a line of confusion in the back of his mind but he decided to ignored it. He had to meditate.

Every paradise it seemed, came with its own demons and this one appeared to take the shape of a thick, wet fog that enveloped the beach, rudely awakening Bones from quite a nice dream. But Bones found he didn't mind, the glowing of the city was just as beautiful as before. He found himself imagining giant fireflies exploring the city, wondering what was going on in the little world below. What would a firefly think, if the roles were reversed? If he was a bug and they were the ones exploring the universe? He found he didn't really know. Still, he picked himself up and began the slow walk up to the nearby bridge, contemplating life as a bug.

"Spock!! Are you here??"

Kirk pushed through the fourth set of Five Guys doors in 20 minutes, hoping to god this one would finally have Spock inside. It did not.

"Sorry, sorry I'm looking for a friend."

The waitress didn't seem pleased.

Had he been human, Spock would have likely never noticed the yelling coming from a block and a half down. Luckily he was half-vulcan and as such, he could hear it. He could also hear that it was his captain. Logically, Spock assumed the coordinates he sent couldn't have been put into the public transporter and so Jim had arrived somewhere further downtown.

Pushing his chair back, he stepped around the table and up to the front door. And then he ended up holding it open for a family that had no idea the urgency with which he had to leave. Spock practiced breathing, impatience was illogical and from the sound of things, Jim was luckily heading his way. Spock found it did not help.

Once he reached the transporter just off the bridge, Bones decided he liked life as it was but he wouldn't say no to being a bug. Perhaps in his next shore leave. He pulled out his communicator, ignoring the calls he'd missed, and selected the coordinates Scotty had sent him after he'd beamed down. On the walk up he'd decided he still wanted Five Guys.

There are many benefits to being bonded with a Vulcan. The one that was proving to be most helpful to Kirk at this point in time was the bond itself and the fact that Spock was a typical Vulcan - he dressed fancy and dark.

Finally the crowd thinned a little and as he glanced up at the next Five Guys sign, Kirk saw a, very hungry, Vulcan standing beneath.

"Spock!!"

His name rang out across the block. Jim had never been one for being quiet.

"I am so glad we found each other so quickly, have you heard from Bones?"

Spock held his hand up to greet his bondmate, Jim doing the same.

"I have not. His communicator was still turned off but I did send a message telling him where we are. He is safe, even if he is alone."

Spock felt the doubt in the back of his mind and sent reassurance to calm Jim's nerves. He pushed the door open, again holding it but not minding this time.

Bones felt his atoms reassembling and decided he definitely would rather be a bug. Well, until he saw Jim and Spock staring at him. Then he decided that maybe he could just do spring as a bug.

"Bones where were you??"

He stepped off the pad and up to the counter blatantly ignoring Jim's question and recited his order from back at the academy. When he turned back around, Jim and Spock hadn't moved.

"What are you waiting for? I'm famished."

#mcspirk #but bones needs a vacation on the vacation #star trek tos #star trek #resident nut thoughts

[drinkacefahz]

Final Frontier Medicine | ABV: ~29% | Yield: 3.25 oz | Juleps, Fandom Cocktail, Themed Cocktail

“I’m a doctor, not a bartender!”

 To celebrate Starfleet Medical, including Leonard McCoy’s southern heritage and Dr. Bashir’s love of tea, I present the appropriately-hued twist on the historical “Prescription Julep”. Once upon a time, this WAS “medicine!” 

In shaker:

Handful mint leaves 

1.3 fl oz or 40ml Cognac 

.5 fl oz or 15ml Bourbon 

.3 fl oz or 10ml tea infused liqueur of your choice*

.25 fl oz or 8ml simple syrup 

~.25-.5 fl oz or ~8ml-15ml Blue Curaçao (basically just enough to color)

Shake ingredients vigorously

Strain over pebbled ice, add more ice, garnish

Garnishes include the same Comm Badge Garnish as the USS Saratoga, and traditional Prescription Julep garnishes-- mint sprigs, superfine sugar dusting, and an expressed lemon peel[discard]. Add a straw and enjoy this slow sipper. I use the Summertime Liqueur because it has white & hibiscus teas.

Note: if you don't use a overproof whiskey you can reduce the added simple syrup to 1tsp. 

*The tea liqueur should ideally be fairly bold since we use so little, so something higher proof in the 30%-40% range with other fruit or herbal notes is good. 

#Star Trek cocktails #leonard mccoy #julian bashir #themed cocktails #fandom cocktails #cocktails #juleps #prescription julep

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

ok but that star trek post you reblogged reminded me that I need to come into your inbox and gush about how much I love Bones, he's so grumpy it's great, and how DeForest Kelley has the most beautiful blue eyes

Doctor Leonard “Bones” McCoy is perfect and deserves only love and respect. And a mint julep.

He is my favorite character in TOS and I WILL fight anybody who says a bad word against him.

#doctor mccoy #leonard mccoy #Star Trek #Star Trek tos #deforest kelley

[hummingbird-of-light]

Semper Meus

(Definitely rated M for adult content!)

Part 41

Khan

This was it. The final date he’d share with Leah McCoy. Now, of course he wouldn’t leave town tomorrow, but Leah had to believe it.

When she had revealed to him some dates ago that he looked very much like her brother-in-law’s ex, he had nearly lost his face. She hadn’t realized it though. A joke about it and the newspapers telling about Khan Singh’s death had fixed everything quite quickly. They hadn’t brought it up again.

So here they were in yet another restaurant. They chatted cheerfully while waiting on the drinks and when Leah brought up the nickname she used for her brother, he couldn’t help but laugh.

‘Well, well… Lenny Boy’s going to have the wedding he deserves.’

“So… when will you leave tomorrow?” Leah asked after taking a sip from her mint julep.

“The plane goes at 3pm,” he answered, then sighed, “even though I wish to stay longer.”

Khan reached over to adjust a strain of Leah’s hair which had fallen into her face. He could see her blush slightly. Oh, she was so ready for this last date.

“Yeah, I’d like that too. But… we have phones. We can always contact each other once we’re back home.”

He smiled. Oh, he seriously doubted that she would want that after what was to come. But he played along.

“Sure thing. And I’ll volunteer for every job in your state.”

Leah nodded.

“Oh, there’s our food coming,” she exclaimed happily. They took their time dining, reflecting on the last week they had shared. They laughed about stories, complimented each other, made jokes.

When they had finished, Leah leaned back in her chair.

“Man, I’m stuffed.”

Alright. That was his chance. Now or never.

“Really now? I for my part,” he reached for her hand and ran his fingers up her naked arm, “could use a dessert.”

Leah chuckled while she grabbed his hand.

“Well then.. I guess we should pay and… you show me what that minibar of your hotel has to offer.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

He drove her rental car back to the hotel. It wasn’t too far away, merely ten minutes.

As soon as they got into his room, Leah couldn’t wait anymore. She grabbed him by his shirt and started to press kisses to his lips and neck.

‘Yes, that’s it Leah. Do what you want to do.’

He ran his fingers through her hair, pulling out the hairband while doing so.

Leah pushed him onto the bed before pulling off her dress and shoes. Khan barely had time to unbutton his own shirt before she was on top of him.

He had done everything right. His plan had worked out. And that was all the prove he needed. Leah McCoy had fallen for him.

And he couldn’t wait to tell that bastard of a doctor about the grand finale of this relationship.

Part 42

McCoy

McCoy entered the house through the garage. Scotty was coming from the bedroom as he sat his bag on his desk.

“Mo ghràdh,” Scotty greeted him.

McCoy said nothing but took a step to the engineer and kissed him deeply.

“Been waiting for that all day,” McCoy said as he pulled back.

He smiled at the color rising on Scotty’s cheeks.

“You didn’t start dinner did ya?” he asked.

“Nay,” said Scotty after a moment. “I was getting ready to.”

“Don’t,” McCoy said. “I was thinking since Leah’s out, maybe I’d take you out too darlin’. Maybe come back home for a little dessert after.” He raised an eyebrow at Scotty.

“That… that sounds good,” Scotty managed.

McCoy cupped a hand on his face. “Let me get changed and you decide where we should go.” He leaned in for another kiss.

“Do… do we have to wait for dessert?” he heard Scotty call behind him. McCoy chuckled loudly.

“I don’t suppose we have to,” he said sticking his head out the bedroom door. “Why don’t you get in here and help me outta these work clothes?”

“Yes doctor,” Scotty grinned and quickly made his way to the bedroom.

McCoy handed the keys to Scotty a while later.

“You want to?”

He had been making an effort to get Scotty back to driving, especially after they had returned from Scotland. Short trips to the store or around the neighborhood; Scotty had been making progress. And he loved McCoy’s car. He’d been peeking and poking under the hood for ages. Watching Scotty’s brilliant mechanical mind made McCoy smile.

“Sure love,” Scotty answered as he took the keys.

McCoy slid into the passenger seat and put an arm around Scotty to pull him over for another kiss before he started the car. Scotty chuckled as McCoy settled back in his own seat.

“What are you going to do with your week off?” McCoy asked after they were seated in their favorite Chinese restaurant. He reached across for Scotty’s hand.

“Help Leah with all the last things. Take Mum and Robbie around when they get here. There’s so much they’ll want to see. I…”

Scotty trailed off. McCoy squeezed his hand.

“What?” he asked softly.

“I thought maybe after your parents got here, we could have them all over, for a barbecue or something. Mum and Robbie and Chris; Leah and your parents.”

McCoy could feel the nervous twitch in Scotty’s fingers.

“That’s a great idea. I’m surprised Leah didn’t think of that.”

“Aye.”

“They’ll love you Scotty, don’t worry.” He knew his fiancé was anxious about meeting his parents in person. “Dad looks intimidating, I know, but trust me, he isn’t.”

Scotty nodded.

McCoy drove home. A delicious meal and a beautiful man who loved him across the table and he couldn’t possibly be happier.

“Leah say when she’s coming back?” he asked.

He saw Scotty grin from the corner of his eye.

“Uh yes. Tomorrow most likely.”

“Ugh” McCoy grimaced. “Don’t tell me that!”

Scotty chuckled. “Sorry, her words.”

McCoy shook his head. “Well at least we don’t have to worry about her hearing anything.” He smiled hungrily at Scotty before looking back at the road.

#star trek #montgomery scott #dr leonard mccoy #scones #au #semper meus #leah mccoy #khan #khan/leah #rated m

[onlybonesleft]

How to care for one (1) Dr. Leonard "Bones" McCoy: 1) listen to his rants 2) join in on his rants; he thinks it's fun 3) don't complain about getting a hypo 4) keep fresh mint juleps on hand 5) make sure he has some quality time with Jim and Spock 6) kiss his angry forehead 7) make sure to eat healthily, take your meds, and get enough sleep; you don't want to make his job harder

posting for headcanon sake

#Anonymous #headcanon #v old ask

[vintageviewmaster]

Brand: View-Master Packet Title: Kentucky Booklet Title: Kentucky Booklet Subtitle: The Bluegrass State Date: 1955

Note: When reading the booklet descriptions, please remember that these booklets are old (most are 65+ years old) and the information and history presented in them as factual may be inaccurate, outdated, and in some cases, offensive.

Booklet Introduction Description: Kentuckians are justifiably proud of their state. The modest ones will quote the words of a small-town Kentucky preacher who said, "Kentucky is a Heaven of a place." Others go so far as to say that Heaven is a "Kentucky of a place." It is the land of the Kentucky Colonel with his frosty mint julep, of Daniel Boone looking out at a wilderness paradise from the Cumberland Gap, of the Kentucky Derby and the fleet Thoroughbreds, of golden burley tobacco and Harlan County coal, of the birthplace of two presidents who went to war against each other -- Abraham Lincoln and Jefferson Davis, of Uranium 235 at Paducah, gold at Fort Knox, and bourbon whiskey at Lexington and Louisville.

KENTUCKY FACTS AND FIGURES Kentucky is called The Bluegrass State because the grass that covers the rolling plains of central Kentucky has tiny dusty blue blossoms. The State Flower is the Goldenrod; the Bird the Cardinal; the Tree is the Tulip Tree; the Motto is "United We Stand, Divided We Fall"; and the Song is Stephen Foster's "My Old Kentucky Home." The state whose farmers cleared the land to plant tobacco is the second largest tobacco growing state, and leads in burley tobacco. Tobacco is the leading crop bringing $175 million annually to farmers with corn second at $160 million. Most of the corn is turned into whiskey to the tune of $200 million per year. The leading mineral is coal, the state ranking third in the nation. Natural gas and gasoline are important products and about one-fourth of the nation's fluorspar is mined in Kentucky. Lexington is the world's largest loose-leaf tobacco market. The state is also famous for its hickory-smoked and sugar-cured hams. Half of all the big horseraces in the United States are won by Kentucky-bred horses. The Bluegrass State has raised such famous horses as Man O' War, Lexington, War Admiral, Equipoise, Sea Biscuit, Whirlaway, and Count Fleet.

THE STATE AND ITS PEOPLE Kentucky has an area of 40,395 square miles--36th in size among the states. It lies between the Alleghany Mountains and the Ohio River and is bounded by Indiana and Ohio on the north; West Virginia and Virginia on the east; Tennessee on the south; and Missouri and Illinois on the west. The Ohio River forms its entire north and northwest border and the Mississippi is part of its western border. The highest elevation in the state is Big Black Mountain (alt. 4,150) in Harlan County, the lowest (alt. 257) along the Mississippi. The state has a population of 2,944,806 (1950), ranking 19th among the states. Over 60% of the population is rural. Kentucky was a hunting ground and war ground for many tribes of Indians but home for none when the first settlers came. These white men were Scotch, English, Irish and German. Many of their descendants in the eastern hills still speak an Elizabethan English that sounds like passages from the King James Bible. Many famous people were born in Kentucky or called it home: Abraham Lincoln; Jefferson Davis; Daniel Boone; Irvin S. Cobb, the humorist of Paducah; Kit Carson, Indian scout and frontiersman born in Madison County; Henry Clay, the statesman whose home was in Lexington; D. W. Griffith, producer of the first great motion picture, Birth of a Nation, was born at La Grange; Carrie Nation, the hatchet-wielding temperance agitator was born in Kentucky, land of good bourbon whiskey; Zachary Taylor, our 12th president, grew up and is buried not far from Louisville; and even the storied Hatfields and McCoys really lived and feuded in the hills of Kentucky.

HIGHLIGHTS OF HISTORY The Kentucky country, for a long time, was the unexplored part of the Virginia colony. A lively curiosity sent land companies from Virginia and North Carolina into the new area. However, the first house was not built until Dr. Thomas Walker, in 1750, explored the Big Sandy River area establishing a base near Barbourville. Daniel Boone, with a group of hunters, entered the Kentucky Valley in 1767 where he met the famous Long Hunters. These were adventurous white men whose extended hunting trips took them over the mountains from North Carolina. The first permanent settlement was established by James Harrod and a company of adventurers from Pennsylvania at Harrodsburg in 1774. In 1776, Kentucky was organized as a Virginia county. In 1780, George Rogers Clark, whose younger brother was the co-leader of the Lewis & Clark Expedition, led 3,000 settlers down the Ohio from Maysville to Louisville. In "broadhorn" boats that looked like an adaptation of Noah's Ark, the settlers ran a gauntlet as Indians lay in ambush on the Kentucky shore and showered the boats with a rain of deadly arrows. Kentucky became the 15th star in the American Flag in 1792. Isaac Shelby was chosen first Governor by common consent, and Frankfort was designated the first state Capital.

#viewmaster #view-master #antiques #kentucky #view-master KY #S2 packet #sawyer's inc. #state packet

[anxioussailorsoldier]

that was the day dr mccoy learned that hands are erogenous zones for vulcans

#star trek #tos #spirk #kirk #spock #mccoy #bones #comic #triumvirate #mccoy is my fav always #kirk knowing he's being a bit naughty in vulcan terms but doing it anyway #the little shit #poor mccoy has to go get a new mint julep now #imagine vulcans paying sex workers to touch their hands ... im weak ....

[trek-tracks]

Yet Another Ice Planet

Chekov: Snow was inwented in Russia.

McCoy: Snow was invented in the PITS OF HELL!

#star trek #star trek tos #star trek aos #leonard mccoy #bones mmcoy #pavel chekov #incorrect star trek #incorrect trek #incorrect trekquotes #incorrect star trek quotes #unless it's cooling a mint julep snow serves no purpose #considering the man has asked to be left to freeze to death on at least three ice planets that's really insensitive chekov

[thefakerachelray]

I know canon says Bones is from Georgia but he’s from Kentucky in my heart

#star trek #star trek tos #leonard mccoy #all the proof i need is that he likes mint juleps #also his accent is kinda like mine #like he has a southern accent but it’s not extreme ya know #you can pry kentucky bones from my cold dead hands

[spockshocked]

On “This Side of Paradise”

Watching the original Star Trek many decades after it aired, I cannot help but feel as though the conclusions I draw from certain lines, scenes, and even entire episodes must not be exactly as initially intended. Despite the caginess, both in canon and in external commentary, that Roddenberry and others employ in their discussions of the nature of Captain Kirk and Mr. Spock’s relationship, and the subtext often burgeoning on text especially to a gay viewer, Spock’s perceived gayness extends beyond his ambiguous relationship with his Captain. Many of the cues that might cause a gay viewer to feel reflected by Spock come via the quirks of his Vulcan nature.

One episode which deals particularly with Spock’s internal conflict vis a vis his mixed heritage is “This Side of Paradise,” the 24th episode of the first season. Spock falls under the influence of alien spores that cause him to break down in what appears to be immense pain, before he confesses his love to a woman named Leila Kalomi, whose love for him had been unrequited for six years. Spock spends the majority of the episode under the influence of these spores, canoodling with Kalomi and giggling while hanging from a tree branch, until Kirk roughly snaps him out of it and the stoic science officer returns to himself. The spores appear to render their hosts relaxed, blissful, and dazed, an effect which can be undone through displays of strong negative emotion.

The most striking result of his time spent under the influence is the melancholy that seems to overtake him once the effect is broken. Once he has his bearings and realizes that Kirk has intentionally riled him so that the spores lose their hold, the first thing he says is:

SPOCK: The spores. They're gone. I don't belong anymore.

In the context of the episode, “belonging” is the eerie, almost cult-like description for one under the influence of the spores. Taken at face value, Spock’s comment is merely an observation that he is no longer being affected by them; Spock often makes somewhat banal comments seemingly for the benefit of the audience’s comprehension. However, this one seems to carry a double meaning. Consider Spock’s heritage: half-human and half-Vulcan, Spock constantly finds himself torn between two clashing cultures, truly “belonging” to neither. A substance that enables his full emotionality, effectively tipping the delicately balanced scales of his identity, provides a sort of relief. With the negation of its effects comes a return to the inner turmoil he experiences every moment of every day.

Spock felt like he belonged when he was able to feel and express romantic love for a woman. A simple reading of this might be that the ability to process emotion gave Spock a sense of belonging, but there is once again another, deeper analysis to be made. The assumption that gay couples would likely be commonplace by the 23rd century aside, the fact remains that the show was produced in the 1960s and there are no canon gay couples to be found. Therefore, it is possible to work within a metric where one might have a reason to remain closeted. If we approach Spock as a closeted gay man, then the female object of his affections becomes a key element in his feeling of “belonging.”

In typical Star Trek fashion, the exact effect produced by the spores is never elucidated. The implication seems to be that it provides some lowering of inhibitions and propensity for leisure. However, the spores could also be seen as pushing their hosts to pursue their ideal lives. Doctor McCoy gets notably more Southern, his accent thickening as he walks around singing the praises of the mint julep. It seems as though, while under the influence, he pursues things that remind him of the comforts of home. 

Spock, however, has no such comforts. Instead, he becomes something he could never be: able to reciprocate the feelings of a beautiful young woman who has pined after him for years. Once the effect of the spores is broken, he must then break the news to her:

LEILA: I love you. I said that six years ago, and I can't seem to stop repeating myself. On Earth, you couldn't give anything of yourself. You couldn't even put your arms around me. We couldn't have anything together there. We couldn't have anything together anyplace else. We're happy here. [crying] I can't lose you now, Mister Spock. I can't.

SPOCK: I have a responsibility to this ship, to that man on the Bridge. I am what I am, Leila, and if there are self-made purgatories, then we all have to live in them. Mine can be no worse than someone else's.

Spock’s response is cool, as we have come to expect from him, but notably more candid that most of his observations about his own experiences. He starts by claiming a responsibility to not only the Enterprise, but to Kirk himself. This could be a simple declaration of loyalty to his captain, as it would almost certainly appear to Kalomi, or an allusion to some repressed feelings that would only register to him. His next line, however, carries some serious weight. “I am what I am” refers to his Vulcan heritage, but as is often the case, it could also easily be in reference to his own homosexuality. Either way, he is explaining why he is incapable of loving Kalomi; the difference is whether he is incapable of love at all, or of love for a woman. His “self-made purgatory” is both his entrapment between his Vulcan and human halves, and his repression of his sexuality. 

Spock rarely speaks about his mixed heritage and the internal conflict it causes him, just as he rarely speaks of his own emotions at all, but it takes its toll on him. Briefly finding relief from this conflict only makes the return to it that much more difficult, causing him to be even more terse than usual. Kirk even points out that Spock has been quiet about the experience:

KIRK: We haven't heard much from you about Omicron Ceti III, Mr. Spock.

SPOCK: I have little to say about it, Captain, except that for the first time in my life I was happy.

Spock has spent his entire life trying and failing to completely repress his human emotions in an attempt to become fully Vulcan. When he finally has the chance to experience them in full, he breaks down in pain at the wave of repressed emotions before he finally experiences untainted joy “for the first time.” However, that is not his authentic self either. Neither a logical Vulcan nor an emotional human, he is eternally trapped between worlds, and was only able to find joy in a brief and unattainable fantasy. He is so discontent with his own nature that he cannot be happy as he is.

To a closeted viewer, this final line of the episode, delivered as dryly as always, is heartbreaking. The first time in Spock’s life that he was happy was when he ignored an integral part of himself that brought him pain in order to live a moment of a life that he could never have. To those who have repressed their sexuality, convincing themselves that they felt attraction to those of another sex because it was what would make them belong, watching Spock find joy in this fantasy only to be crushed when he must return to reality is painfully familiar. 

Analysis of Spock and Kirk’s relationship is generally sufficient to read them as a gay couple. When Spock is viewed in isolation, however, he still comes across as gay to many viewers. Spock’s innate perceived gayness relies not on his attraction to men, but on his repression of his true self and of the emotions that he cannot bring himself to face. While chalked up by the show to his half-Vulcan heritage, it still strikes a chord in a very human gay viewer. 

#star trek #tos #this side of paradise #analysis #spock #gay spock #spirk #mine #yes this is a paper i wrote for fun

[askyourwritergrandma]

Do you think it's too cliche to have orcs and goblins in a story that, while it is high fantasy, is more of an original creation with new species and stuff? There are elves and dwarves (and humans obviously), but everything else is original. I'm just not sure if it's right to have more of these classic fantasy things when everything else doesn't really involve that.

Hi anon!

"Is this cliché" is a worry that keeps a lot of folks on edge about an idea they want to use. Especially with the rise of the internet (and professional critics) where every opinion can find an audience, it feels like you can't come up with anything that hasn't been demonized in one way or another.

But put your mind to rest. Including well-established, well-known fantasy species in your fantasy story is not cliché. Every genre has its own set of tropes, expectations and plot devices and there is absolutely nothing wrong with making use of them. In fact, having that sense of familiarity of expected and well-known things effectively gives your readers a couch to sit on while you show them around all the new and exciting things you've created.

I'm not sure if you're familiar with it, but take Star Trek (original or the new movies) for example. They have a Deep South Georgia-Born doctor McCoy (Bones!) who drinks mint juleps and speaks in the current southern accent despite the fact that Star Trek is set hundreds of years from now. You don't even question it? Why? Because Cranky Deep South Doctor Guy fits, it works, it's comfortable. We know it, we've seen it, we don't question it.

Embrace your genre tropes, use them to your benefit.

Good luck and thanks for the ask!

#writing help #writing advice #writing fantasy #writing tropes and cliches #a wild star trek reference #even his name 'bones' is a reference to 'sawbones' which is a super old name for a doctor #why does anyone even know about it? #i mean really #don't answer this even though i'm sure theres an answer

[solarwindswriting]

Oh, The Places You’ll Go

Chapter 2

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Loosely inspired by the song Greek Tragedy by the Wombats

Pairing: Scotty x FemalePresenting!Reader

Word Count: 3313

Summary: The Enterprise welcome party is in full swing, and our two main characters finally meet each other!

Warnings: excessive alcohol consumption (I think that’s it)

A/N: So, I didn’t notice how long this part was until it was too late. I wanted to slip it into two but I couldn’t find a reasonable place to do it. So instead you get over 3k words. Sorry lol. Also, thank you so much to those who showed interest in being tagged, you have no idea how big that is for me!

Tags: @mournthewicked @damalseer  

“Oh my, does this dress make my butt look bigger?” Sara asks, standing in front of the mirror in a shop.

“Is that what you want? If so, yes. Why do you need a new dress anyway? You have so many beautiful ones already.” Y/n wonders out loud while looking through the racks.

“Because I want to make a good first impression. Besides, I heard the crew of the Enterprise are all quite attractive. I’ve got to live up to that.” Sara responds, walking back into the dressing room.

“Sara, you are one of the most attractive people I know. Neither of us would have a problem if we went in something we already owned.” Y/n laughs, pulling out a flowing deep blue dress off the rack. “What about this?”

Sara pops her head out of the dressing room, watching as Y/n holds the dress up to her body. Sara’s eyes widen and shake her head frantically in agreement before her head disappears back into the dressing room, “absolutely. Go try that on right now.”

Y/n walks into a dressing room with the dress in hand. The dress was made with elegant royal blue tulle with embroidered stars speckled over the top layer. It fell over Y/n’s body perfectly, off the shoulders and stopped to about mid-calf, and whished when she moved. Stepping out, Y/n looks at Sara who was now sitting in a chair with the black cocktail dress she had tried on previously.

“You look like a greek god in that dress, Y/n,” Sara mused.

Y/n walked in front of the mirror and twirled. “Is it too much? If I get this, you have to pick a more exciting dress than what you’ve got.”

“It’s not too much but if it takes me getting that dress that makes my butt look good for you to buy that, I’ll do it,” Sara responds while walking over to the rack where she found the aforementioned dress.

With both dresses paid for, the friends left the shop and headed to Y/n’s apartment to pick up the things she needs to get ready at Sara’s.

“So, Let’s see what we’re getting ourselves into,” Sara started, looking at her datapad with photos of the crew while she walks.

“Sara, we’ve looked at these photos thousands of times. We know what they look like,” chuckles out Y/n, weaving their arm with hers.

“Yes, but that was different. Now we’re performing reconnaissance for the party tonight.” 

“And what does your reconnaissance tell you?” Y/n glances at the pad.

“That Lieutenant Uhura is very attractive and only one rank above us.” Sara giggles as she reads Uhura’s personnel entry. “She’s also incredibly smart.”

“And very taken by Commander Spock,” Y/n points to the relationship status on file.

Sara deflates slightly before swiping through the next few personnel files. She stops on Commander Spock next.

“And this is the Vulcan you’ll be working under. Good luck with that, Y/n. I hear he’s rather cold.” Sara comments before continuing to swipe.

“He’s not that cold if he’s in a relationship. Also, isn’t he half human?” Y/n stops Sara before she walks into the busy street.

Sara ignores the potential harm she could have caused herself, and next stops on Lieutenant Commander Montgomery Scott, better known as Scotty. 

“Cheif of Engineering. I hear he’s basically married to the ship,” Sara laughs and restarting to walk once the crosswalk is open.

“Next,” Y/n chuckles bad.

“Lieutenant Commander Leonard McCoy, Chief Medical Officer. I heard he has a cute accent but is a bit of a hardass. Remind me not to get hurt a lot.” Sara side-eyes Y/n while she talks.

“Good to know. Bet he knows how to make a good drink though.” Y/n speculates as they enter their apartment building.

“And Lastly, for the head of different groups, Captain James T. Kirk. Quite the looker.” Sara smirks to herself.

“And quite the flirt,” Y/n laughs at her friend as she unlocks her apartment. “I’ll be right over. I just need to pick up a few things.”

Living in the same building as your best friend had its perks. Getting ready for events was one of them. After picking up her makeup and a pair of heels that match her dress, Y/n walks over to Sara’s apartment and opens the door.

“Hey, why didn’t you wake me up this morning?” Y/n questioned, setting her makeup down next to Sara’s.

“Oh, I tried, you wouldn’t budge. I figured you’d make it eventually. And you did! So points for Sara.” She muses as she grabs two hard ciders from her fridge.

“I could have missed graduation!” Y/n fakes anger as she takes the cider from her dear friend.

Both get to work on their makeup and hair. Sara loosely curls her auburn hair, whereas Y/n does her hair in her favorite style. Once they were both ready, they left Sara’s apartment towards the location of the welcoming party, an old-style bar reminiscent of old San Francisco. The two stood in front of the main doors, peering into the windows, unsure if they should just walk in or not.

“Lieutenants! Very nice to see you two could make it.” A strong hand falls on Y/n’s shoulder, causing them and Sara to turn towards the voice to see a hand outstretched. “How about a proper introduction? I am Captain James T. Kirk. You’re welcome to just call me Kirk when we are off duty. And this is Commander Spock.”

  Y/n takes Kirk’s hand to shake then trading with Sara to shake Spock’s. “I am Lieutenant Junior Grade Y/n Y/l/n. I just go by Y/n when off duty. And this is-”

“Lieutenant Junior Grade Sara Conners, Sir! It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Well, we should probably get inside and join the party, yes?” Kirk suggests, holding the door open for the other three.

The music playing was just above a comfortable volume, but quiet enough where you could hold a conversation without yelling. Sara and Y/s walk up to the bar to order drinks when a young man approaches them with a wide smile.

“Hello, I’m Pavel Ch-”

“Chekov. Navigation right?” Sara finishes for him, reaching out her arm. “Sara Conners. A pleasure to meet you!”

Pavel chuckles shaking Sara’s hand, “Did your research I see. And you are?” He finishes with a soft Russian accent, looking at Y/n.

“Y/n Y/l/n.” She says, shaking his hand. “Got any suggestions on what to order from here?”

“Well, the midtier brandy is spectacular here. But they do have a wonderful mint julep.” He states before waving over the bartender and ordering himself a brandy.

“We’ll take two mint juleps please.” Sara catches the bartender before he’s able to walk off.

“So, are you two in a relationship? You seem very close.” Pavel questions, sipping from his glass.

“No, just really close,” Sara answers, reaching for the newly arrived drinks and handing one to Y/n.

“Ah, cool,” Pavel beams. “Have you met the rest of the bridge crew yet? I can introduce you!”

Pavel leads Sara and Y/n to a table where Kirk and Spock were sat with two others.

“This is Nyota Uhura and Leonard McCoy. You’ve met the Captain and Spock already, yes?” Pavel introduces the crew with a bright smile. “Everyone, this is Y/n Y/l/n and Sara Conners.”

Hello’s and handshakes were exchanged. Pavel is pulled away by a few other ensigns towards what Y/n now notices a karaoke machine.

“So, Lieutenant Y/l/n, You will be working under me. Is there a particular area of study you wish to work on while abroad the USS Enterprise?” Spock questions.

“Oh, um yes. I’m looking specifically for new worlds with large deposits of Bio-mimetic Gel. It has many wonderful medical applications but very-” Y/n is cut off by Leonard.

“Regulated by the Federation. Do you have the proper paperwork and training to be handling such a hazardous material, young lady?” Leonard questions.

“Hey, we’re here to celebrate and have a good time, not to discuss work. Give the girl one more night of freedom.” Kirk interrupts and chuckles. “Also, call him Bones, he hates it.”

“I would love to answer your question, Lieutenant Commander McCoy. My last two years at the Academy majorly consisted of training and research with Bio-mimetic Gel under the supervision of Erika Biordi. My research has been in stabilizing the gel for transport and more widely used medical purposes. I have papers signed by President Kenneth Wescott and the proper containment materials that should already be aboard the Enterprise. This could be major for doctors all over the Federation. Also, I wouldn’t be able to do this work unless the Captain has approved it.” Y/n smiles thinly at the doctor.

Kirk, Spock, and Uhura all look impressed by the confidence in which Y/n spoke. Bones looks more apprehensive about the situation. Kirk broke the silence, “Y/n have you met Scotty yet?”

Y/n shakes her head no and notices Sara slinked off at some point to talk with Pavel more. Kirk leads Y/n towards the back corner to a table with three chairs. At the table sat a gentleman in a brown leather jacket and a Roylan both embroiled in a heated conversation about… power converters?

“No, Keenser, that will overload the Warp Drive, she won’t be able to take that kind of power without the proper energy suppressers.” A thick Scottish accent talks tensely between sips of whatever is in his glass.

“Can no one on my ship take a day off?” Kirk laughs, clapping his hand onto Montgomery’s shoulder.

“Ey, not when you have a potential explosion risk due to Keenser, Sir,” Montgomery responds.

“Well, I’ve got bad news then. I’d like to introduce you to Lieutenant Junior Grade Y/n Y/l/n. One of the newest graduates from Starfleet Academy. She will be studying Bio-mimetic Gel.” Kirk pulls the third chair out and motions to Y/n to sit. “She’s not getting along so great with Bones and thought you two might get along better.”

And with that Kirk walks away. The three are quiet, Y/n sipping on her mint julep that She’s about half done with.

“Sorry, I didn’t know I’d be interrupting a conversation. You can act like I’m not here.” Y/n said just loud enough to be heard over the sound of Sara and a couple of ensigns poorly singing Africa on stage.

“Why did you decide to study Bio-mimetic Gel?” The question from Montmonery surprised Y/n.

“Oh, um, when I was younger, Bio-mimetic Gel saved my mother’s life while out on a five-year mission. Her ship shouldn’t have even had any onboard, but they had just commandeered some from a smuggling vessel. If they hadn’t found that ship when they did and the doctor on board willing to take the risk, my mother would be dead and I would never have been born. So, when I heard they were wanting to do more research into it to potentially make it a commonly used substance by Federation doctors, I jumped at the chance. Sorry, that’s probably a lot more information than you were asking for.” Y/n found herself rambling.

The Cheif engineer just shook his head slightly, finishing off his drink. “No, I asked, Lass. I rarely get full explanations of why someone joined Starfleet. It’s refreshing. I’ll be right back, I’m going to get a refill. Can I get you anything?”

“Yeah, Sure. I’ll take one of whatever you’re getting. Thank you, Montgomery.”

“Please, call me Scotty.” He said, before walking off towards the bar.

Keenser and Y/n sat in more silence as they finished their drinks waiting for Scotty to return. Peering towards the bar, Y/n notices Scotty being stopped by some ensigns to chat.

“So, how long have you been on the enterprise?” Y/n asks Keenser.

Keenser babbles in his native tongue something along the lines of “not very long.”

Y/n nods in acknowledgment, “very cool. Do you like it?”

Keenser simply nods as Scotty returns, placing a glass in front of Y/n.

“Thank you, Scotty.” Y/n smiles at the man now sitting across from them.

“No problem, Lass. This will unfortunately be my last drink for the night. Going to head up to the Enterprise tonight to get a head start on some undocking prep. Coming with Keenser?” Keenser huffed in response, Finishing his drink and hopping down from his chair.

“Oh, okay. Have a goodnight then. Don’t overwork yourself. It’s supposed to be a night off.” Y/n waves goodbye to Scotty and Keenser.

Almost as soon as they leave, their spots are taken by Sara and Pavel.

“Y/n! You HAVE to get up there and sing!” Sara’s words slur as she waves her arm towards the small stage in the bar.

“Yes, you should take her advice, Lieutenant,” Pavel smiles towards Y/n.

“No, I’m perfectly fine here. And call me Y/n, Pavel. When do you want to go home, Sara?” Y/n looks with a soft smile towards her friend. She isn’t feeling the alcohol as intensely as Sara but she assumes that’s because she’s had significantly fewer drinks than her friend.

Sara looks at Y/n like they’ve just committed the most heinous crime. “What do you mean you don’t want to go up and sing. You have the most beautiful voice! And I bet your dress would look stunning under those lights.” Sara leans further into Y/n, head now resting her head on her shoulder, and whispers, “You can sing that old Earth song you like so much.”

Y/n chuckles at her friend while shaking her head. “You’re going to have to get a lot more alcohol into me before I’m willing to sing in front of the whole crew.”

Before Y/n could finish talking, Pavel was already up and at the bar, ordering a double round of shots. After a couple of minutes, he returns with a tray of purple shots. The trio cheers the first round to their health and quickly follows it with another to their safety aboard the ship. The trio continues to drink and after about an hour, Y/n is successfully sloshed. Sara convinced Y/n and Pavel to sing Sara’s favorite song that her grandmother loved called ‘Shut Up and Dance’. This was not a song to sing well, but more to just yell the word to. They even got a few of the old crewmates to sing along. Y/n was having a blast and finally thought she couldn’t wait to be working with these people. A group of nurses went on next and sang some modern rock anthem.

Y/n cut themself and Sara off after that song and convinced Sara to drink some water and eat some more food. Both slowly started to sober up, Pavel never seemed very drunk though. People begin to leave back to their homes or hotels for the night. It was starting to get late. Y/n shivers.

“Are you cold, Y/n?” Pavel asks.

“A bit, but I’ll be fine.” Y/n smiles at the kind man.

“Um,” Pavel looks around and spots something on the back of Sara’s chair and grabs it, “put this on.”

‘Scotty’s jacket? When did he take that off?’ Y/n wonders to herself as she slides the jacket on. ‘I’m sure her wouldn’t mind. I’ll just bring it to him on the ship tomorrow.’

“Y/nnnnn, come ooon. Barely anyone is left and I got you drunk like you said I had to. Go sing a solo song.” Sara nudges Y/n elbow towards the stage again.

“Fine, but I’m not happy about it!” Y/n laughs, walking onto the stage after the current song ends.

Sitting on a stool on stage, Y/n adjusts the mic to her sitting height. ‘Take Me To Church’ starts playing.

***

Scotty left earlier than he had planned. But talking with the new science officer made him feel odd and he didn’t want to be rude so he lied about needing to work on the ship. She’s much too young for him he thought. She has her whole life of research ahead of them. He couldn’t be with someone who dressed so elegantly, he was a bumbling fool and could never compare. She didn’t need him, some old Scotsman pinning for her. So instead, he and Keenser walked around the surrounding area until they got tired. About an hour had passed when Scotty realized something.

“Keenser, where’s my jacket?”

Keenser looks at Scotty and responds in his native tongue, “you left it at the bar.”

“Damnit, why didn’t you say anything?” He huffs out, turning around to walk back to the bar and get his Jacket.

He had walked further than he realized from the bar and took him about half an hour to return. As he entered the front doors, he watched Y/n walk onto the stage with his jacket on. Confused, he walks up to Kirk who now sat alone at the bar.

“Y/n said you went back to the ship,” Kirk prodded at the engineer.

“Yeah, but I noticed I forgot my jacket.” Scotty’s accent was unmissable.

“I noticed.” Kirk glances knowingly at Y/n who has started singing on stage.

Most people continued to talk but a few people stopped to listen to Y/n sing. Sara and Pavel sat at their table swaying dramatically to the song. Sara even started waving her arms slowly above her head, causing Y/n to chuckle as she sang. Scotty became enraptured in Y/n singing and began swaying lightly to her voice.

On the last line, “Good God, let me give you my life,” Y/n makes eye contact with Scotty, making her instantly blush.

Hopping off the stage, Y/n shuffles towards him while taking off his jacket.

“Sorry, Pavel found your jacket. I planned on giving it to you tomorrow on the ship but I got cold and put it on. Sorry.” Y/n talked fast, face beet red while shoving the jacket into Scotty’s arms and running back towards Sara before he could get a word out.

“Thanks,” Scotty whispers under his breath, looking down at his jacket.

He slides his arms into it, still warm from Y/n wearing it. Her song had entranced him. It wasn’t a song he was familiar with, must be old. He doesn’t usually care for music, but he thought he would listen to music for hours if she was the one singing it. Scotty shook his head free of those thoughts. By the time he came back to reality, Y/n was gone.

“What are you thinking about, Scotty?” Kirk prodded.

“Nothing, Sir. Goodnight” Scotty straightened out his back before leaving the bar and walking to his hotel room.

***

“Sara, it’s time to go,” Y/n spoke quickly

“What? But I’m still having fun.” Sara huffed.

“Yeah, and we both need to be up and on the transport shuttles at 0700. Let’s go, Rockstar. Goodnight, Pavel, we’ll see you tomorrow.” Y/n pulled Sara to her feet and waved goodbye to Pavel.

The cool, damp air was refreshing on Y/n’s skin. The walk wasn’t long to their apartments, which Y/n was thankful for. She helped Sara into her apartment and bed, setting their friend’s alarm with plenty of time to get ready before going to her apartment to do the same. Y/n quickly fell asleep with oddly invading thoughts of one Montgomery Scott.

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