CMO McCoy

Ah, the tiredness radiated off of both of them in waves, but Joce couldn’t have looked better. He couldn’t get enough of seeing her like this. Messy haired, comfortable clothes - best of all, smiling easily at him. It took awhile for her to lower defenses like this around him, and Leo felt so damn privileged. “Ah, I see what this is,” he said, seeing the books go away. He looked at her, knowingly - she wanted a distraction from something, and Leonard knew he was it. Hell, he didn’t mind. “Well, I gotta get a good look at it, first,” he smiled, “You know, completely ‘practical’ as you say, Ms. Jocelyn,” he said, leaning in, before surprising her by pulling her playfully onto his lap. “It’s in the throat, actually.” He leaned back heavily into the coach, looking up at her, enjoying having his hands on her hips, her thighs on either side of his, getting a good view. “Tell me something in that gibberish of yours, and I will give ya a diagnosis. How’s that for studyin’?”

#entrjocelyn #flashback

Flashback ( 1/?) - McJoce

It was a hard battle, it really was, figuring out how to study with Joce. Nah, not because she was a bad study partner, but hell, they are good at distracting each other. However, three hours had gone by, and eyeballs deep in the surgeon’s manual, Bones had actually forgotten he was still here. “A doctor. Maybe. Someday. If not a mental patient first.” He lowered the 6 inch thick brick of a book, with frazzled hair and slightly red eyes. He took off his reading glasses, the ones his mother gave him, and took in his very gorgeous, messy haired red head. He beckoned his fingers at her lazily. “All the thyroids are starting to look the same, which can’t be a good sign. C’mere and let’s get a look at that book.”

Jocelyn laughed, as much at his appearance at his request. Snatching her glasses off the table and shoving them up her nose she scooped the book up with her free hand. Stepping around the coffee table she traipsed towards his beckoning hand and placed the book on the table. Her lips quirked silently as she opened it, the Haliian characters scrawled across the page in vertical lines. “Be my guest.” She barely kept the laughter out of her voice.

Reaching across him she helped herself to his textbook and wrinkled her nose at the picture she faced. “If that’s a thyroid, I hope I don’t have one.”

She plopped next to him, her cleanly smell hitting him in the face pleasantly. Better then a cup of coffee, really, being very aware how close she was to him, and how well he behaved when she reached over him for his book, red hair in his face and body stretched over his thighs. Behave Leonard. He took a deep breathe to do just that. “Hm, this is probably nothin’,” he murmered, taking her book, amused. The perpetual line between his brow only deepened when he got a look at it. No part of this book was in Joce’s native tongue. It would be like Leonard studying his surgeon’s manual in German. This was a new kind of torture. “Ah,” he said with clarity, as if he wasn’t looking at entire page of gibberish. “...did a cat sit on a keyboard, or is this a language?” He cocked a brow at her and the thyroid comment, a light flickering in his eyes amused. “Well let’s hope you have a thyroid of some kind. Makes life kinda hard without it, as beautiful as the organ is,” he snorted, turning toward her on the couch. “Want me to check it out for ya? Make sure you don’t have psuedohypothyroidism?” he grinned with tired eyes. “Could be deadly.”

#entrjocelyn #flashback

Flashback ( 1/?) - McJoce

Jocelyn dropped the book open on her face and groaned loudly. “This is pointless! If I haven’t learned it by now I never will!” She rolled onto her stomach letting the book crash onto the floor. Looking at the man across the room she squinted and scrounged for her glasses. “Are you still studying? What even are you?”

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#entrjocelyn #flashback

radiophile

"There’s nothing that he won’t do for his friends, and I really like that about the character." [x]

The Storm - Jocelyn and Bones

She left the office and slowed her pace so that she was nearly in step with him. The sight of his lab coat was a familiar one, and not one often seen on the Enterprise. She wasn’t sure what it meant, but it brought a rush of nostalgia rushing to her chest, and the thought of the time she’d nearly ruined one when she’d put it in the laundry with a red sweater.

She smiled softly and bowed her head in acknowledgement. She opened her mouth, a thank you on the tip of her tongue, but the words died before she spoke them, and she instead simply lowered her eyes, not able to reply.

Lifting herself onto the exam table she crossed her ankles as if she were seated for tea, the movement simply automatic. She watched him silently, every movement he made seemed as automatic as her own delicate positioning. She couldn’t tear her eyes away, despite the fact that she knew she was staring. Somehow she wanted to memorize every inch of him, as if he might disappear the next time she blinked.

"Only the sunshine." She replied without thought. "It can be sweltering on the bridge and it’s still not the same kind of warmth you get when you’re burning to a crisp on a sunny day." Jocelyn tried to catch his eye, every attempt failing. She didn’t want to talk about weather, but if it was what it took to get him to talk, she’d spend hours debating the humidity of a summer’s day.

The tri-corder hovered above her skin and her eyes glanced upwards, his hand just visible in her peripheral vision. She had the sudden impulse to reach up and grab it. To what end she didn’t know, she just wanted to touch it, to confirm it was real.

"Does Jo need to come in? She isn’t exactly crew, and you’ll have a tantrum on your hands if she thinks it’s a doctors appointment. Vaccinations back home didn’t exactly go well." Jocelyn’s voice was light, but her eyes didn’t match.

Jocelyn's presence always did this to him, in one way or another. He might have hated it, if he wasn't such a masochist about it. Those eyes of hers had a way of pinning him. God, but why now? Leonard thought of that boyfriend of her's. Words from his kid, that were just ghosts that would follow them until he could confirm it. His scowl deepened on his face, the internal turmoil kept together with misplaced bitterness and age old feelings. He laughed grumpily at the words sunshine and bridge used in the same sentence. "Reminds me of American Football stadiums, that bridge of yours. All bright blue light. I dunno how you guys stand it. It's less lit in Sickbay, and this place is painted white," he said grumpily, relieved she catered to his cruddy starter of a conversation. To talk about something else - anything else.

37.11 C. She was healthy al'right, but he knew that already. He could gauge Joce's health from a satellite in space, honestly. The ivory white of her legs, the blush on her cheeks- he knew she was fine. He did her charts for three years as an intern doctor, and heck, she was the most interesting thing to happen to him in Med School. "I will come up with somethin'.." he shook his head, thinking of Jo, "We got some painless hypo's. I don't use 'em on patients often, since literally this is a military, and dermal phase shots aren't exactly needed unless you are race that doesn't have skin." His eyes dropped to look at her without thinking, and he noticed her eyes linger on his hand, and he wondered what she was thinking. He felt struck in the chest by it - because if he didn't know better, it looked like want. Nah, she just wanted to know her temp. "..Yanno, I ain't gonna bite. You want to see your reading?" he asked, turning over his hand with the sensor, where her eyes seemed to linger. He held the sensor between them, like a secret, close enough for them both to read. "See, you ain't got the plague," he offered, his eyes halting on her left wrist Fixated on it - the source of his anguish. His breath hitched.

The Storm - Jocelyn and Bones

He set his work down, and she relaxed a bit, there was some sort of safety in knowing that she at least still deserved his attention. As she watched God, he was mad at her, that was it. She was certain she’d hit the nail on the head. But why? Jocelyn couldn’t help wondering, what the hell had she done now? Or was this just the anger she’d deserved all along finally appearing?

His face shifted and she struggled with the fact that despite feeling as if she understood him, she was completely in the dark as to what haunted him in this moment. The anger wasn’t constant, and she couldn’t return any sort of menace where none was offered in the first place.

"Cut the food into adorable animal shapes." She quipped back with a half smile. "Or if that doesn’t work, put him in time out." Jocelyn couldn’t help rolling her eyes with a good natured laugh.

And just like that, his casual demeanor was gone, his eyes boring into her. This was Leonard she barely ever saw, and she had come here to find why he had emerged, but he seemed more than reluctant to share.

Jocelyn cocked her head, it was a strange proposal, and hardly a friendly one, but if it bought her time to talk, she’d accept it. She paused, opened her mouth, shut it, and peered at him as if she was uncertain as to who he was. It was the please that got her. The softness of his voice was in such contrast with the harsh dismissal of her presence.

"Alright. Fine." She stood quietly and straightened her dress. "I wouldn’t want to waste your time." She returned the cold words, but couldn’t manage to put it into her tone, and the words came out more apologetic than anything.

Adorable animal shapes? He couldn't help but snort at that one. He would keep that in mind. He was going to get his answers, and he was still unsure if he was crazy for wanting to know 'em at all. But just as easily as she stood up and straightened her dress, Leonard stood along with her. He felt that old sickness return to his bones, being so close to his answers. He couldn't live without knowing, he realized, too hurt to do otherwise. The hallows in his eyes and his five o' clock shadow where apparent in the white light of the examination office. He pulled on his lap coat and reading tricorder over his shoulder, taking a frustrated moment to himself before he followed after Jocelyn. He realized he was being difficult, hard to read - which is how he wanted it really. He couldn't confront Joce until he was certain-- "Thanks. And you don't waste my time, by the way," he said without thinking, truly apologetic. He glanced at her from beneath a heavy brow, feeling steely despite his best intentions.

"Just. I got a lot on my mind," he didn't volunteer much, compiling his tricorder data, he lifted the sensor as she settled on the examination table. He could smell her perfume from where he stood, see the sheen of her hair, and Leonard really was bad at acting coy. If she touched his neck, she could feel his heart beat in his throat. "You missin' the earth weather?" He asked vaguely, taking her temperature. He lifted the sensor to her forehead, not looking her in the eye.

The Storm - Jocelyn and Bones

Jocelyn blinked and then rolled her eyes. Whatever this was, was clearly still upsetting him. She found the use of her title childish, not that her rolling her eyes was any less so. She took two steps further into his office and allowed the door to close behind her. “Glad I’m not interrupting anything.” She marveled at his ability to astound her. At least she usually knew what she had done.

"You know that nonsense isn’t necessary and it does nothing but make us both uncomfortable" She dropped her small frame into the chair opposite his and crossed her legs with a relaxed laziness. She was hardly as nonchalant as she seemed, her eyes were trained on his face, waiting for any hint as to what had brought this about.

”Joanna’s with Sulu. When I left they were discussing the merits of consuming vegetation versus simply growing it.” She laughed to herself without meaning to. “I think she likes vegetables less than Kirk does.”

Her manicured fingertips tapped an idle pattern on the handle of the chair. Everything about this situation felt off but she had not an inkling to go on. A moment of silence passed and it was clear they were both lost in their own thoughts.

Jocelyn sighed as he worked on. “…..I can wait until I have your full attention.” She prodded gently.

"Actually you caught me at a bad ti--" --And she sat down... well, shit. Too late. He exhaled in frustration. Alright Leonard, you gotta do better than that. Jocelyn was a sly one, he knew, but he didn't expect she would corner him in his office like this. He sighed, a deep exhale from his nose and gave up on ignoring her. He sat down his tricorder to lean back and give the Treadway-- Jocelyn-- the full attention she so politely demanded. She might as well have plucked the machine out of his hand, Leonard knowing when she meant business, and this was one of those times. He was being polite, sure, in the most ass-way possible, but Leonard claimed to be a doctor, not negotiator dammit. And, hey, she was the one chasing him, wasn't she? Whadda turn of events, and heck, it might'a even been nice two years ago-- Jocelyn chasing after him for once. Hell, it was nice now-- Leonard was forced to admit-- seeing Jocelyn sit in front of him even under shitty circumstances. He hated how calm she looked, catching the subtle flickers of danger in her feminine lines. He knew better than to trust this facade. Leonard was never good at this 'playing nice while being pissed to hell' thing, but Joce had it down to a damn art.

"Yanno, you might be surprised how similar Jim and Jo are," he wilted against the back of his seat, tired, but his willingness to divert legendary. "He's about the same as a five year old when it comes to controlling his diet. If you got any tips, I am all ears." Leonard had to keep diverting if this was going to work. He couldn't lie to save his breath, especially to Jocelyn. He had to think on his feet.. feeling the crippling anger coil in his gut when he thought of Jo-- and what they talked about the other night, still red hot in his memory. His eyes hardened on Joce, refusing to visually wilt under her stare, despite how fucking well it was working on his insides. "...Jocelyn, why don't we kill two birds with one stone and get your PE outta the way? You haven't seen Doctor Ava yet and it's not like i'm not busy and can just sit and talk." Leonard frowned, feeling like his wording was cold. And it was. He hated it. He softened, wanting her to come half way with him here. He wanted answers. Needed them. "Please?"

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tomhordy

The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few

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shoresleave

#tell me mccoy #how do you walk around the enterprise with those steel balls of yours #is there some kind of special padding for that or (via adrasteas)

#these are too cool #misc.

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#yes ellen o v o #misc.#triumvirate

The Storm - Jocelyn and Bones

As she slipped out the rec room door Jocelyn could hear that Joanna was loudly informing Sulu that she like plants, but not eating vegetables. She’d been strangely quiet the last night, although all hints of that seemed gone this morning. A smile traced her lips and she shook her head as she walked. That girl was trouble, but she wouldn’t have had it any other way. The thought of trouble turned her mind turned to the events of the previous night.

The crayon was long gone from the walls, and although she wasn’t sure of the state of Leonard’s scrubs she was certain he had removed worse from them before. He had been far too upset for the childish vandalism to have been the cause. Not to mention the emotions had not been the type he was willing to share, not simple frustration, but something much different.

These thoughts carried Jocelyn towards the Med Bay. She could not fathom what would upset him so deeply when Joanna was fine, the crew was fine, hell, even Jim had been fairly well behaved as of late. The doors sliding open with a gentle hiss gave away her presence and a young cadet greeted her with a friendly smile. “Dr. McCoy?” She inquired, as her eyes swept the carefully kept room. The damage from the Gorn was long gone, no hint of the catastrophe visible in the gleaming sterile walls.

"Just in one of the exam rooms." came the reply. She smiled and nodded a silent thanks. Off duty that morning she wasn’t wearing her characteristic heels and although she detested her short stature she was thankful for her ability to approach silently without their click on the cold floor. Knocking on the door frame as she entered she gave him a chance to acknowledge her presence.

"Any chance you’d have a minute?"

So they were docked. Which meant no one was walkin' into Medbay unless they managed to trip on somethin' or too hungover to work, and frankly the slowness was nice. Ava had a brilliant idea to catch up on check ups, which wasn't nearly as exciting as the research he had hoped to drown himself in, but hey - it kept him busy, and off the bottle. To be honest, Leonard didn't need a minute alone these days. Right now, he was eyeballin' Lieutenant Gypton's biopsy, which wasn't exactly a cake walk, since the alien's chemical make had more in common with Leonard's sack lunch then a terran. He knew Jocelyn was comin' to see him a some point, he felt it weigh on his heart and occupy his thoughts. Exact'y why he was keepin' busy, and avoiding babysitting duty. He had to turn in Halloween plans, able to justify it with the ship's landing. Leonard asked Jocelyn drop off Joanna at med-bay when he did have her, just so he had an excuse not to dawdle, and here he was - caught with his pants down - because one of his deck nurse's decided an A Class Translator needed to be in his office without a reason. Jocelyn-- "Lieutenant Treadway," he steeled, his voice light, like it didn't taste like grit in his teeth when he said it. God, it sounded weird, but he didn't want to do this. Give him another week (--a not dry week dammit--), and maybe he could deal with this. "I am between appointments.. what can I do for you?"

"I’m sure that Jo will clean all of this up at a point that isn’t past her bedtime." She made careful eye contact with Joanna who sighed in an over dramatic manner.

Hazel eyes traveling to Leonard, Jocelyn raised an eyebrow and tilted her head a bit. “Is there something wrong?” She put it quite bluntly. He was usually an open book, but here she was at a loss. Quite clearly something was abnormal, but the cause was hidden. Surely crayon covered walls wouldn’t evoke such a reaction.

Joanna was picking up her roller skates and stuffing crayon shards into her pockets, dawdling as hard as she could. “Dawdling doesn’t mean you won’t have to take a bath.” Jocelyn reminded her softly. Her eyes never left Leonard, although she spoke to her daughter.

#entrjocelyn #entrjoanna #paras

"Yeah.. we can take care of this tomorrow. Gamma shift needs some excitement in their lives, anyway," he mused. Curly purple drawings all the way, past what was seen. Sigh. He could feel her eyes on him, and Leonard, for once, didn't want her prying. And of course, she asked him, right up front-- "Nah, nothing's wrong," he said instantly, his tone darker than he meant it. Chasing ghosts in his head, chest tight up against his spine, and he still couldn't shake it. Was it true? He wanted to ask, but he didn't. It felt odd, knowing that there was so much about Jocelyn that he just never knew about. When Leonard went through hell, who'd of thought this is what he was missin' out on.

And he watched Joanna, too close to Jocelyn for comfort, feeling her presence impress upon him. Not sure if he wanted to reach out to her or if he was even worthy of it. It was all so tangled, between guilt and confusion. He carefully drew his gaze up to her, brow dented hard over his eyes, he tried to soften, but he couldn't quite uncoil. Really, he needed some mercy, and for her not to chase. "Yeah darlin', give daddy a hug," he said to Jocelyn over Joanna's shoulder as she hugged him, meeting her eyes while Joanna was distracted . A subtle, 'now now,' quirk about his brow, worrying that she would breach the fragile peace.

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