Summary: Bones x Reader. You get stranded on an away mission with Bones, who has a secret heâs been keeping from you.
Warnings: If you donât like Vampire fics donât read this! Swearing, blood, biting, mostly fluff with a bit of mild angst. Itâs not super gory or anything, but want to be on the safe side.
A/N: Itâs a bit late for Halloween, but reading all those themed fics inspired this idea, and I had three hours on a train today. Whatâs a girl to do? Iâve not really edited and it was pretty much written in one sitting so apols for any glaring mistakes.
âOh for fuckâs sake,â you muttered under your breath as you entered the clearing in the forest and saw Doctor Leonard McCoy. Of all the people to be stuck on this god forsaken planet with, it had to be your arch nemesis.
He was crouched over his pack, messing around with his communicator which was clearly broken. Although you had been as quiet as possible to avoid the attention of the less than friendly native species the second you stepped out of the tree line, McCoyâs head shot up and he looked at you with the familiar frown. âY/L/N! Are you hurt? Where are the others?â
âIâm just peachy. I got separated from the Captain and Lieutenant Harris about a mile back when we were being chased. I managed to ditch the guy with the dart gun, but havenât a fucking clue where we are in relation to the rendezvous point. Looks like itâs just you and me.â The doctorâs frown deepened into a tight lipped grimace. You rolled your eyes and pointed at his comm. âit wonât work, thereâs some kind of interference.â
McCoy looked at you for a long moment before huffing a breath and standing, slinging the pack over his shoulder. âGuess weâd better head for higher ground.â While he scanned the clearing with his tricorder, you attempted to determine which way was north by the position of the twin moons.
âFrom what I remember the terrain turns more mountainous to the north.â You pointed in the direction of the track that appeared closest to the direction you wanted to go in. McCoy raised an eyebrow and waved his tricorder in the opposite direction.
âGood job youâre not a navigator. Northâs that way.â You glared at him and stomped past, taking the opposite track.
âBite me, McCoy.â You swore that the man chuckled.
