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Third Time’s the Charm

SUMMARY: As the physical exam day aboard the USS Enterprise rolls around, you find yourself in a rather precarious situation when three of the top-ranking officers in your medbay all ask the same schoolyard question: who do you like?

WORD COUNT:  1,526 words

AUTHOR: Lydia

NOTES: trying something new... instead of (y/n) it is just “you.” it definitely takes more time editing (because I do everything with OCs) so that is a down side, but if you guys take a liking to this version I shall continue like so. and also, I’m back! expect me to post a lot tonight, and requests are open!

As your alarm clock goes off, you slam your hand on the top. It unplugs from the wall and falls to the floor with a thud, and the silence makes you sigh with relief. That is, until you remembers what day it is on the USS Enterprise- physical examination day.

It’s not that having to examine every body on the ship is bad (in some cases, it is as a doctor), it’s having to be examined yourself by the one and only Leonard “Bones” McCoy, the doctor you’ve had a crush on since day one in the academy. You’ve only talked on rare occasions, and when you do, it always ends up either awkward or with one somehow insulting the other.

You climb out of bed and yawn, popping your back as you stand up. It takes you no more than ten minutes to get dressed and ready, having had this routine down since day one. You tie your hair up in a nice braid, grabbing your keycard before walking out into the hallway.

You makes it to the medbay in two minutes as usual, having nailed all the shortcuts and lonely walkways so you can enjoy what moments you have of peace. As you walk into the medbay, you’re greeted by nurses and patients, your gorgeous smile welcoming to all faces. You grab a tablet off the wall and sign in as someone walks up next to you.

“Ready for the physicals?” Bones asks, and you look up at him. His hair is messy as always and his shirt collar slightly bent, something you’ve had to fix on the daily. You reach up and unfold the crease, making him roll his eyes at you.

“If you come into work looking like you actually put some effort into yourself, I wouldn’t have to check you over every damn day,” you mutter.

“Ahh, you’d check me over even if I did.” You don’t respond but can feel your cheeks go slightly red, making you turn away with a sigh.

“How many for the first round?” you asks, Bones following you to the back tables.

“Fifty in the first batch for each of us,” he tells you, grabbing his tablet and scrolling through a list of names. He laughs slightly, the bellow growing louder and louder until he has to support himself by placing a hand on the table.

You turn to him. “What is it?”

“You won’t believe who you’re stuck with first,” he says as he catches his breath. You snatch the tablet from his hands and your eyes go wide as you read the first three names.

“Captain Kirk, Commander Spock, and Officer Sulu?” you gasps, looking up at him. His eyes meets yours and he just goes into another laughing fit, making you hit him with the tablet. You storm off to prepare your section of the medbay and he rushes after you.

“Oh, come on, doll,” he teases. “This’ll be fun!” You grunt and push past him into your station and he just chuckles.

“Get to your station,” you snap.

“Hey, isn't it my job to give the orders?”

“To your station,” you slowly growl, and he smiles at you as he walks off.

You walk to the hallway where James Kirk is waiting, and you take a deep and calculated breath. “Captain, right this way,” you call out, and he follows you in with a smile. You pull the curtain out and set your tablet down. “Have a seat,” you say, and he does.

“Glad I got stuck with the good looking doctor this time,” he says and you almost drop the thermometer in your hand. James just laughs as you recover your composure.

You walk to him and press the pad to his forehead, his temperature reading as 98.4 fahrenheit. You nod to yourself and type the number in.

“Say, can I ask you something?” he asks after you take his blood pressure.

“You better think real carefully about what’s about to come out of your mouth, Captain,” you joke. “I have all the tools and knowledge to make your death look like an accident.”

“Yikes,” he mutters and you laugh. “You got a crush on anyone here?”

The question makes you stop, looking up at him as you feel the lymph nodes in his neck.

“Why would you ask?” you say, playing along with his game on accident.

“Oh, just for a friend.” He winks at you and you can’t hold back a scoff. “No really, curious for a friend, not myself.” You just laugh, shaking your head as he stands up.

“Tell your friend to come ask me himself,” you say. But you pauses, looking up at him. “Or herself, I don’t judge.” James’ eyes go wide and you laugh loudly, patting his back.

After a few more inspections on the Captain, some a little too personal to describe, you dismiss him with a pass of great health. He gives you his trademark smile and leaves, and Spock enters after him.

“Good morning, Ms. (Y/L/N),” he greets you, and you smile at your tablet.

“As to you, Mr. Spock,” you reply, and he even gives you a small grin back. You begin the usual check up, the same as James’, but he stops you with a question.

“I do not know if this is an appropriate question for the workplace, but I promised a friend I shall ask at first chance,” he says. You cross your arms over your chest and nod once. “Is there anyone in this ship you may have taken a liking to, in an unprofessional manner?”

“First Kirk, now you,” you mumble, looking up at him again. “Which friend?”

“That I cannot tell-”

“Spock, you of all people should know Vulcans can’t get sick to many diseases.”

“This I know…”

“But trust me, I know a few that could kick your ass back to the Milky Way.”

Spock gulps, staring at you. “I’m sorry, Doctor, but I made a promise,” he says lowly. You just smile up at him, surprised to find yourself not the least bit mad at him.

“I admire that,” you say. “You’re free to go, Spock.” He nods at you and leaves.

Sulu walks in with a small smile and he sits on the biobed. You start with a scan of the lungs and heart, moving on to checking his vitals and blood levels. You can see the gears turning in his mind, and as he opens his mouth to speak, you stop him.

“I will not answer your question unless you tell me who is making you ask,” you snap, catching him by surprise. He looks at you with wide eyes, trying to find words to say.

“Well, uh, I…” he veers off. “Oh, nevermind.” You laugh slightly and get through the rest of his physical in just three minutes, another crew member with perfect health.

After the first round, you expected at least a small break for the doctors. But as the second wave of crew members floods in, you sigh, putting on a smile and continuing with your work. The routine repeats for ten whole rounds, and as the clock strikes 10:30 pm, the work day ends.

“About damn time,” you mutter as you open the curtains and dock your tablet. You shut your station down and walk out to see Bones finishing up with his last physical. You sit down and grab a hydration pill, swallowing it quickly and finding yourself rather refreshed now.

Bones walks out two minutes later, uploading the records as you did and docking his tablet. “Ready for your physical?” he asks and you roll your eyes as you stand.

“No, but sure,” you mutter as you walk to the biobed. You sit down and he checks your temperature and blood pressure. As he check the nodes in your neck, you notice how gentle his touch is on your skin, rather than hard and rough like with everything else. He checks your eyes closely and seems to handle you with fragile care throughout the exam.

And suddenly, it hits you. He’s the friend that sent Kirk, Spock, and Sulu to ask you.

“Well, you seem good to go,” he tells you, meeting your gaze. You stare softly at him and he shifts, setting the tablet down. “What is it?” he asks.

“It was you,” you whisper, and he laughs awkwardly.

“What?” he asks.

“It’s no coincidence that both Kirk and Spock asked me the same question,” you tell him, narrowing your eyes. “But when Sulu came and asked the same thing, I should’ve known.”

Bones sighs and shifts. He crosses his arms over his chest, watching you closely. Before he can move back or turn away, you lean forward and press your lips to his. It shocks him slightly, but he brings one hand to your cheek and another to your hip, pulling you closer to him and closer into the kiss.

You pull back after a moment, looking up at him. “You could’ve just asked yourself,” you tell him and he scoffs, shaking his head as he kisses you again.

[writingsformuse]

Five Years Long

SUMMARY: After the events of Star Trek: Into Darkness, you made a strong vow to keep your feet planted on solid ground. But when your beloved is called on a mission for half a decade, the vow waivers beneath your heavy heart.

WORD COUNT: 1,711 words

AUTHOR: Lydia

NOTES: a quick one for you guys, but i feel like i’ve posted this??? who knows, enjoy the read!

“Five years?” (y/n) says with wide eyes.

“Five long years in deep space,” Bones says as he nods. She sighs in disbelief and runs a hand down her face as she looks around her dorm. Five years he’ll be gone; that’s five years lonely, five hard years without her better half and the doctor that never fails to make her smile.

“God, Leo,” she whispers, and he sits on the edge of her bed. She looks down at him as he runs his fingers through his messy hair, and she notices the upset look on his face. She steps to him and he rests his head on her stomach, allowing her to run her hands through his hair as he wraps his arms around her body.

“I need to take the mission,” he says lowly into her shirt. “Kirk and Spock have no other Chief Medical Officer willing to take the trip.” (Y/n) bites her lip and swallows thickly as she looks up.

“That’s five years without you, Leo,” she says weakly. He lifts his head to look at her and she lowers her head to meet his gaze. God, he was gorgeous. His eyes looked bright yet somehow sad, with the short stubble on his face making his features pop in such a way she never wanted to take her eyes off him. He was everything she wanted, and all that she had.

“Whatever you do, I will support you,” she says, a little more confidence in her words. “I’ll wait however long need be-”

“No,” he cuts her off, shaking his head. “That’s the thing, you shouldn’t have to wait.”

She furrows her eyebrows and watches him as he stands. She steps back, looking up at him. “I don’t understand,” she says.

“You shouldn’t have to put your life on pause for five years because I have to go explore deep space with a ship of idiots,” he clarifies. “I won’t let you.” She cocks her head as she studies her face and suddenly it hits her- he’s breaking up with her.

“Wait, no,” she argues. “If this is you calling a quits because you don’t think I can do it-”

“No, it’s not that I don’t trust you,” he says, raising his voice slightly. “It’s that it’s totally unfair for you to have to wait because of me.” He steps to her and takes her face in his hands, and she has to bite her cheek to fight off tears. “(Y/n), please, move on.”

She shakes her head quickly, stepping back out of his touch. “No, I won’t,” she fights, wrapping her arms around herself. “You can't do this, Leo.”

“I have to,” he says sternly, taking her hand. “You need to continue your life. Get yourself a nice guy, find a suitable job, start a family, (y/n).” His voice pleads for her to agree to his words.

“But I have a nice guy and a suitable job,” she whimpers like a hurt child.

“But you can’t start a family while I’m gone for five years.”

“I can wait!” she pleas. “Leonard, five years is nothing-”

“This is the biggest part of your life, (y/n) Kirk, and I’ll be damned to hell if I strip you of the chance to live it to the fullest,” he says strongly. He steps to her and kisses her cheek, and she squeezes her eyes shut. “(Y/n), doll, let me go.”

He kisses her lips and steps back, and as he walks off, (y/n) is forced to drop his hand. He slips his coat on and looks back once, opening the door. Helplessly, she watches as the door shuts quietly behind him, and she’s left by her lonesome self for five years.

~~

As (y/n) checks her watch with a sigh, she lowers herself to a chair at the kitchen table. Two hours until the USS Enterprise takes off for five years into the unknown depths of space with her closest friends, her brother, and Leonard “Bones” McCoy. Two hours until five years.

She runs a hand down her face and looks at a small picture of her and Bones on the wall. He has his arms wrapped around her, both out of uniform and in civilian clothes for a change. They stand at the viewing deck of the Main Space Tower downtown, and both have laughing grins as they try to look at the camera held by Uhura. They look happy, and they look permanent. And now, thinking the two words as one, she realizes you can never be permanently happy.

A knock on the door makes her jumps, and the chair slides back as she spins around. She stands and takes quick steps to the door, swinging it open before even checking who’s there. She frowns when she sees her brother, James, in his yellow shirt and tablet.

“Aren’t you supposed to be leading the USS Enterprise into space right now?” she asks.

“No, stupid, that’s in two hours,” he jokes, pushing past her into the dorm. She somehow cracks a smile and shuts the door behind him.

“Why are you here?” she questions as he sits on her bed.

“What, big brother can’t say goodbye?” he snaps.

“Shut up, you’re only older by four minutes,” she reminds him, making him grin.

“Still older,” he says as he points to her, and she shakes her head as she sits next to him. “No, I’m actually here to ask something major of you.”

(Y/n) frowns, turning to him as he looks at her.

“I need you to join us on this mission,” he says, and her jaw drops. She promised herself she wouldn’t go back into space for a long time after the events forced into time by Khan. Her brother knows of this self-made promise, yet he sits here asking this favour.

“Why me?” she asks.

“Because we need another Chief Medical Doctor, ya know, in case of emergency,” he tells her. “And if I have to go through five years with a depressed Bones, I will kill myself.”

Her frown grows and she looks at him closely. “What do you mean?”

“I mean exactly what I said, (Y/N/N),” he snaps. “That man has been sulking for the past three days, and he hasn’t made a single snarky comment.” He pauses, scoffing. “Do you know how hard it is being in the same room as him when he isn’t trying to stop me from doing something dumb?”

“Oh, a girl can only imagine,” she says with a roll of the eyes.

He looks at her softly, and she pushes her shoulders back. “And you can't stay on this rock forever,” he says quietly, making her go rigid. “It’s been almost half a year, you need to get back on your feet. You don’t deserve to work a boring job, you deserve to explore and heal!”

“James, you know what I promised myself,” she explains weakly.

“Yes, I do,” he nods, moving closer to her. “But you can’t keep it; staying here will drive you mad.” He places a hand on her knee, making her look back at him. “(Y/n), join me. I’ll be with you the whole time, and so will Bones and Uhura and Spock, the whole bunch of us.” His tone is sincere and his electric blue eyes pleading, and before she can stop herself, she nods.

His eyes go wide and he grins, jumping off the bed. “Awesome!” he shouts, typing something into his tablet. “You have ninety minutes to pack and meet me at the bridge!” She goes to say something but he runs out the door, and she laughs to herself as she looks back at the small framed picture near the table. And suddenly, she feels like she can breathe again.

~~

God, she missed this chaos. The busy crew members running down the halls in search of their workstations, doctors and nurses rolling medical supplies into medbays, yellow shirts making their way to the bridge with chins held high. She can’t imagine life without this.

(Y/n) takes a right as she walks aboard the USS Enterprise for what feels like the first time in forever. She makes her way to the bridge and her brother smiles up at her from the captain’s chair. He spins to her and kicks her in the thigh lightly, making her laugh loudly.

“Nice to have you on board, Doctor Kirk,” he jokes.

“Nice to be on board, Captain Kirk,” she plays along. She waves at Uhura and Spock as she makes her way to the elevator, and they stare with wide eyes at their friend. Apparently James didn’t feel inclined to tell anyone of her presence for the next five years…

The doors slide open and she walks out of the elevator. She takes a sharp left and dodges a group of engineers who run after each other with grease on their faces. She chuckles at the sight and quickly returns her walk to the medbay.

She peeks her head around the corner and sees Bones typing into a tablet, his back turned to the door. (Y/n) steps in quietly, gritting her teeth to avoid breathing too loud.

“James, I know you’re there,” he says in a bored tone.

“Wrong Kirk twin,” she says with a small smile, and he drops the tablet as he spins around.

“Good god, woman!” he shouts, rushing to her and taking her into his arms. Her smiles grows as he lifts her off the ground, making her laugh and wrap her arms around his neck. He sets her down, and looks at her with wide eyes. “Why are you here?”

“You can’t get rid of me that easily,” she jokes. “James said he could use another doctor on board, and that sad you is a major buzzkill.” Bones rolls his eyes and purses his lips, making her laugh at him and scrunch her nose as she smiles. A smile plays on his lips at the cute sight.

He leans down and places his lips to her, pulling her closer. She smiles still, and he can feel her lips turn upwards against him. He pulls back and she runs a hand through his hair, and she’s glad to have broken the promise to herself.

[writingsformuse]

Seeing You

SUMMARY: As a sleepless night takes over your mind, you decide to roam the halls. But when you bump into a doctor, and end up at the bar, things happen and stuff is said (how vague lmao)

WORD COUNT:  1,512 words

AUTHOR: Lydia

NOTES: as seen, this is in (y/n) format simply because I did not have the patience to edit it over to the “you” format right now. until i get feedback, this is how it will be (so make sure to comment!!). enjoy! i like this one :)

(Y/n) love space. She adores the galaxies and the nebulas that reign as large as solar systems. She loves being in space, on the USS Enterprise with a crew she enjoys, with an endless amount of space for her to discover and explore. What she didn't like was not being able to sleep in space.

Some nights, when the engine's hum gets too loud or her mind is still busy, (y/n) can't close her eyes. She'll lie in bed, she'll drink warm milk, she'll take medicine, she'll read along with a book. Nothing seems to work. Nights like these are when she usually just ends up wandering the halls until she does finally get tired or until her next shift as an engineer.

With a heavy sigh and a defeated groan, (y/n) swings her feet over the side of the bed. She grabs her maroon shirt with the Starfleet Academy symbol on the front, slipping it over her sports bra. She slides her shorts on and let's her hair out of its confining bun. After putting on a pair of socks, she grabs her key card and slides it between her rib and the side of her bra.

She stands up and stretches. Her back, as usual, pops. She yawns (wide awake) and leaves her small dorm room and exits the engineering block of the starship.

She enjoys roaming the halls at night. Being alone is a rarity on a busy starship like the one she's on, so she'll take any moment she gets to have some peace and run far away with it in her hands. She has only bumped into a few people before; an engineer on his way to the medbay with a twisted wrist, a guard walking to his position as night shift, the captain (her brother) randomly inspecting every command center to make sure his ship's in order as always. Truly alone, she thinks, finally quiet.

(Y/n) let's her fingers drag across the trim of the wall, turning a corner as she looks at her feet. She hits something hard, and as she looks up she realizes it's a someone.

“Damn, I'm sorry,” the tall blue shirt groans, grabbing her shoulders to steady her. She looks up, blinking, and sees that it's Doctor Leonard McCoy, her brother's best friend. She's rarely seen him, only when she's injured and has to go to the medbay or when she sees him around her brother. But they know each other, and that alone makes him smile softly down at her. She looks up at him with a small smile, taking in how casual he looks in just a blue Star fleet t-shirt and gray sweatpants instead of his uniform.

“What are you doing up, Leonard?” (y/n) asks quietly, her voice somehow asleep.

“I could ask you the same,” he says as he takes a small step back. “I'm just headed to my room, was hanging out with Jim.”

She nods, looking at him. “I just can't sleep, as usual,” she says coolly with a shrug.

Bones frowns slightly. “Trouble sleeping often?” he asks.

“Yeah, sometimes,” she answers. “I get enough sleep though.” He scans her up and down before nodding, almost as if he was reading her like a biobed usually does.

“Say, I think the bar is still open, wanna steal a few drinks?” he asks after a second.

(Y/n) smiles and nods once. “I'd love to.”

Bones smiles, nodding to his right down the hall. She follows him, catching up and trying to keep in step with the tall doctor who has a five inch advantage height-wise.

They turn a few corners and enter a room with an open door, no one behind the bar. Bones grins to himself, walking behind it as (y/n) sits at a stool.

“What'll it be, doll?” he asks.

(Y/n) laughs lightly. “Beer for me.”

He nods, turning and humming an old tune as he grabs a beer from a small fridge. He opens it and hands it to her. He opens one for himself and leans against the counter behind the bar. They drink, the hum of the ship making up for the nice silence.

“How've ya been, (y/n)?” he asks.

With a sigh she answers, “Busy. This ship always has something to fix.” She takes a sip from her beer. “How's the medbay?”

“Sick, constantly full of red shirts.” She laughs, earning a sleepy grin from him as he drinks from the glass bottle.

The label catches her eye for some reason, and she begins to read it on her bottle. Bones watches her. Her eyes, a vibrant gunmetal blue, look restlessly tired. Her lips her full as always and part of her hair hangs in front of her face as she reads. She looks small in her maroon shirt, and for some reason, Bones wants to kiss her.

He shakes his head, finishing his beer and throwing it away. (Y/n) nods to him, and he takes her to do the same. She smiles, standing and walking over to the side of the bar that he's on. He takes her by the hips and lifts her up, setting her on the counter.

“What else is here?” (y/n) asks.

Bones furrows his eyebrows and turns around to look at the wall of booze. He places his hands on the counter, leaning forward as he inspects the bottles. (Y/n) keeps her eyes on him. She can see his muscles through his blue shirt, how they tense when he moves back and forth. He looks so different in casual clothes, so at ease and calm, that she almost wants him to kiss her right now.

He reaches up and grabs a bottle of whiskey, turning around with a small yet victorious smile. She nods with a grin, and Bones grabs glasses from a cabinet. He hands her one, pouring the glass half full, and does the same with his after as he sets the bottle down on the counter top.

“I don't get to see you often,” (y/n) says after she drinks. Bones has half his glass down by now, (y/n) taking small sips.

“Yeah, only when you hurt yourself by fooling around with Scotty,” he says with an accusing stare, a smile to accompany it. She smiles into her glass as she scoffs.

“Or when you or one of your nurses manages to break a biobed or scanner,” she mutters, and he laughs as he drinks to get rest of his glass. (Y/n) does the same.

“Hey, it's mainly Doctor Sokavec,” he says.

“Oh, bless his soul,” she says as he refills their glasses. “Poor man can't see straight anymore, he needs to retire.” Bones laughs loudly, his head going back as (y/n) grins into her glass. She scrunches her nose and drinks another large sip at the sight.

Bones sighs, leaning back further against the counter. After a moment he says, “I miss seeing you,” and (y/n) looks to him. “Back at the Academy, I always saw you, especially when I was with your brother.” He drinks, as if he's trying to keep himself from talking. “I know we didn't talk much, but still.”

(Y/n) watches him. He drinks the rest of the whiskey and sets the glass down beside him, and she does the same.

Bones stands up straight and before he can do anything else, (y/n) grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls him to her. Her lips press into his with force, and he stands in shock for a short second. He quickly recovers, bringing one hand to her cheek and the other to her hip to pull her closer to him. She wraps her hands around his neck to pull him down, Bones still being two inches taller even when she's on the counter.

God, how quick he realizes he loves the feeling of her soft lips, how they lock with his and move to let him in. He loves her short breaths on his cheek and he loves the feeling of her skin on his hands and her hands on his skin. And God, how she feels the same as him.

“What the fuck?” a voice from the doorway snaps. Their eyes go wide, and (y/n) grips Bones’ shirt as she turns to find her brother.

“Are you shitting me?” he half-shouts. “Dude, that's my sister!”

“You don't think he knows this?” (y/n) snaps back, refusing to let go of his shirt. She wraps her leg behind his, and he voluntarily steps closer to her.

“How long has this been going on?”

Bones checks his watch. “About two minutes,” he answers, James grabbing a bottle of vodka and shaking his head.

“Unreal,” he mutters, walking out and slamming the door shut. He quickly opens it back up, pointing to Bones. “Do anything stupid, Bones, and I'll skin you.” Before either can say anything, he steps out.

(Y/n) sighs, leaning her head on Bones’ chest. He runs a hand up and down her back, kissing her hair.

“Promise to see me more?”  (y/n) whispers.

“Of course, doll.”

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[writingsformuse]

I wish, I wish

SUMMARY: A portion of a series of letters from Leonard “Bones” McCoy.

WORD COUNT: 779 words

AUTHOR: Lydia

NOTES: I like writing somber things, if you couldn’t tell. Anyways, many “prompts” are sprinkled through this from the drabble requests. Might make shorts off those lines in the future, but for now, enjoy :)

@badwolf-nine (”please don’t leave me alone” and “I said I love you”) @the-mormon-girl-in-the-books, (”actually, I just miss you”)  @watsonimura, (”have you done it yet?”)

    STARDATE UNKNOWN

Well, it’s been a week here in space. We’ve just gotten out of the solar system, and things are beginning to look up. Despite the whining from Scotty and all, with his shortage of booze, the crew seems okay. I miss you, of course. I don’t know how I’ll make it five years without my best friend. Maybe these letters will help, as long as our servers don’t crash in deep space. And maybe next time we dock somewhere, maybe I can see you.

Maybe.

    STARDATE UNKNOWN

We’ve hit one month. Not too many sick people, not too many injuries. Three ground missions on new planets and four new galaxies discovered. I’ve lost one on my duty so far. His name was Alex, a young engineer who was too close to a ruptured boiler valve. Poor kid, he was dead by the time he got to the operating table. I wish I could’ve done something. I wish.

    STARDATE UNKNOWN

Two months, five deaths. Four engineers, one nurse with the slip of a needle. She was quickly killed from an infection. She didn't go smoothly, though, and I wish I could’ve helped her pain. But how are you? I hope you’re getting these letters. Our signal is weakening, but it’s still there. I hope Earth is treating you well, I hope you’re moving quickly in ranks.

You don't miss me too much, do ya?

    STARDATE UNKNOWN

I went on my first ground mission today as a medic. It was easy, and there were no issues, but having my feet on a rock made me miss home more than ever. It was gorgeous, and I don’t even know the name of the planet. You would’ve loved it. I’ll send pictures.

Say hi to Professor McHilo for me. It’s been awhile since I’ve talked to him. I reread an old email, and found some old papers. I am beginning to miss the Academy. Earth. Solid ground.

I wish you were there today.

    STARDATE UNKNOWN

I don't think you’re getting these anymore, are you? You’ve stopped responding, or I’ve stopped receiving. So I guess I’m writing to space now. I’ll pretend your the stars, and I’ll message you all night. I feel just as lost in them as I am in you, anyways. It’s endless, you know, space. No wonder we’re here for five years. There’s no way a crew could go as far as we are, could get as lost as us. Poor us. I pity this ship.

Maybe you’ll get these one day. Maybe I’ll show you them when I get back.

    STARDATE UNKNOWN

Space is horrible. Being this alone, even with a massive crew. How do they stay stable? I feel like if someone bumped into me, my ass would float off into nothing. I don’t even think my messages are going through anymore. I’m writing to myself, aren't I? Am I alone?

Please don’t leave me alone.

    STARDATE UNKNOWN

Jim was asking about you today. He was talking about back home, and a few of the people we left behind were brought up. We had a few drinks prior, so it’s blurry. I think I said I love you. I talked about your hair and your clothes, and how I think I missed you the most.

The best part? I don’t think he heard.

    STARDATE UNKNOWN

One year. Have you done it yet? Have you graduated? I think you must be, there’s no way you should be stuck at the Academy for more than four years. Are you a pilot yet? Have you flown a starship? Have you seen space? Have you left Earth? Have you forgotten me? It’s probably best if you do. It’s only been a year. I hope you have.

I pray you haven’t.

    STARDATE UNKNOWN

Day 500. Why am I still writing to you? It’s shown we have no signal, only a line to Starfleet and the other ships. Maybe you’re on another ship by now. Maybe you’re flying it. What a thought! God, I hope you’re doing well. I miss hearing your stories, and hearing about your day. I miss being able to joke with you, and you getting my humour. Actually, I just miss you. Nothing in particular, just you as a whole. I miss you.

    STARDATE UNKNOWN

I named a star after you. It was blue, like your favourite colour, bright and metallic. One of the hottest and smallest stars we’ve seen. God, it was gorgeous. No one knows I named it but me. It’s been a week and I can still see it. It’s so bright. It reminds me of you.

I wish I could see you.

I wish I were home.

(I wish, I wish, upon a star)

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Echo Lakes (pt. ii)

SUMMARY: With a new planet near the USS Enterprise and the possibilities of new discoveries, who wouldn’t want to travel to the unknown world? If only someone would’ve have told you and Bones what you were getting into before, then maybe you wouldn’t be stuck with hard decisions away from the Enterprise and with the fate of a whole community in your hands.

WORD COUNT: 1,481 words

AUTHOR: Lydia

NOTES: Here you go guys, part two! Alice and I are trying desperately to find time to write, but school has started and JROTC/Yearbook comes with high demands of time and effort. We have quite a few requests we are working on, so stick with us guys! Enjoy :)

part i/teaser

She couldn’t believe she was actually doing this. With her large backpack across her shoulder and a scowl on her face, she was beginning to regret accepting this mission. But a part of her was excited; she now has three days to discover a new planet and its flourishing life.

She just couldn’t believe it was with Bones.

“Ready, doll?” he asks as he steps onto the warp pad. She rolls her eyes, pulling her hair back into a ponytail as she follows suit.

“Dr. McCoy, I have a name,” she argues, and he smiles.

“Alright, Dr. (y/l/n), ready?”

She shoots him a hard look as James walks in, and she has to rip her eyes away from the doctor’s childish grin and flirtatious eyes.

“Doctors, set and prepped?” he asks, standing next to Scotty at the monitor. They nod, and he nods back. “You’ve been equipped with the needed tools to conduct your field studies, along with clothing, food packs, hydration pills, and one tent.” Both Bones’ and (y/n)’s eyes seem to go wide, and James smiles.

“Wait, one tent?” they say at the same time.

“Energize!” James shouts as he walks out, and (y/n) groans in frustration as she squeezes her eyes shut. After a small feeling of sickness in her gut and a moment of weightlessness, she feels humidity on her skin and inhales fresh oxygen and the smell of a new world.

She opens her eyes slowly, holding in a gasp as she scans the environment. It’s gorgeous, like from old pictures of the rainforests back on Earth that have long since been depleted. The trees are bright with dew and the wildflowers under her feet are as colourful as anything she had ever seen. She looks up, a bright sun shining on her face as a cool breeze brushes her skin, and she finds herself falling in love with the unexplored planet.

“Doctor McCoy, have you ever seen anything like this?” she marvels as she turns to him. As he looks to her, he can’t help but smile at the look of curiosity in her eyes and the upturn of her lips.

With a chuckle and a quick glance around, he says, “No, I don’t think I have.” His eyes set on the lowered sun, and he sighs deeply as he adjusts his bag. “Come on, doll, we gotta go set up camp.” She nods, and he has to grab her arm slightly to drag her from the beauty of the land.

They walk through the woods quietly, and (y/n) stumbles many times as she looks around. She smiles at the unknown ferns and the small critters, and she recognizes the feeling in her heart as the same excitement a child has on Christmas.

After only hearing his own footsteps for a bit, Bones turns around only to find that (y/n) isn’t near him. His eyes go wide and he spins in all directions, hissing her full name under his breath as he looks behind tall trees and overgrown shrubs.

After searching frantically for a few good minutes, he finds her kneeling in front of a three stump. He walks to her with a scowl on his face, standing behind her to see what has her bright mind so focused. It’s a small colony of bugs that have made a settlement on the stump. They look like ants, but with large head and a blue shimmer to their legs and a yellow on their bodies.

Bones kneels next to her, watching her face as she lets on crawl onto a leaf she holds. It runs up and down, crawls across the back and back onto the stump. She smiles, and Bones can’t help but chuckle softly.

“It’s getting dark,” he says quietly, and she just nods. He stands and sticks out a hand to help her up. She takes it, letting him lead her carefully over the stump and back north in search of a place to settle down for the night.

After a good half hour of walking, they stumble across a clearing amongst the tall trees. The opening overhead in the canopy shows a pink and orange sky, not too much daylight left for them to set up their one shared tent. (Y/n) begins to curse at James in her head at the reminder.

“Good?” Bones asks, and she nods as she sets her bag down next to his.

“Good.” She leans down and takes her jacket off, unstrapping the tent from his bag. She tosses it to him, a small rectangular box, and he sets it down in the center of the clearing. With a simple press of a button on top, the tent unfolds and sets itself up. It’s pretty large, a zipped-up door on the front of the dark green tent.

“Boy, I love technology,” Bones mutters as he picks up his bag. (Y/n) grabs hers and they walk inside, setting them back down. By now, the sun has lowered far enough to where there’s barely any light in the tent. So (y/n) grabs a small lantern from her bag and turns on the sterile white light, and she sets it down in the corner.

Bones begins to set up his sleeping bag on the right side, and (y/n) unrolls hers on the left. She takes her hair out of its ponytail and runs her fingers through it, sighing as she opens her bag. She finds a blue tank top and pair of shorts, with a small note at the top.

“Hey, James left something,” she says, and Bones leans over her as she reads it. “‘Gets cold at night, bundle up.’” There’s a little winky face in the corner and (y/n) rolls her eyes, setting the note back into her bag.

“How helpful,” Bones groans, walking back to his bag.

(Y/n) stands, looking over her shoulder and assuming now is the best time to change as Bones rummages through his bag. She slides her shirt over her head and throws it down, quickly putting the tank top on over her sports bra. She slides her pants off and sets them next to her bag, and she can feel a set of eyes on her.

“Turn around,” she snaps, and she can hear him laugh as she slides her shorts on. She turns around to find him shirtless, a pair of grey Starfleet Academy sweats on and his hair messed up from taking his shirt off. She shifts at the sight, trying to look away.

“Turn around,” he mocks, and she scoffs as she crawls into her sleeping bag. Already she can feel the temperature dropping, her feet becoming cold and her breath sharp. She lies her head on the built-in pillow and Bones turns the lamp off, climbing into his and sighing deeply.

It’s quiet, besides their breaths and (y/n)’s heartbeat in her ears. There’s a slight breeze that freezes their tent, and a soft hum of a cricket-like species in the distant. It’s nothing like the Enterprise with the constant hum of the machines, or Earth with the hustle of life. The silence here is pure, pristine in its way and unadulterated altogether.

But as the night goes on, (y/n) and Bones find it becoming unbearably cold. (Y/n) shivers, unable to sleep, and Bones buries his face into his pillow as he tries to tire himself somehow.

“He couldn’t have given us any warmer clothes?” (y/n) growls into bared teeth, and Bones laughs once to himself.

“Enough room in here for two, Doctor (y/l/n),” he mumbles, and she bites her lip.

Without another word, and sick of the bitter cold, she stands and walks to Bones. He looks up at her with raised eyebrows and she crawls into his sleeping bag as he scoots over to give her room. Automatically, it’s warmer for both of them, the body heat building up in the bag.

Bones wraps an arm around her, pulling her to his chest. She relaxes, finally feeling her fingers and toes, and rests her head on the doctor’s chest as their legs intertwine with each other. Never did she think she’d have to be in this position with anyone, but she’s glad it’s him. Because as much as she hates to admit it, her feeling towards Bones have grown stronger through their expedition of deep space. And what she doesn't know is he shares the same feelings.

So as the night goes on, and the air gets cooler on this Earth-like planet, Bones and (y/n) drift to sleep in each other’s arms with visions of the new world beyond their tent.

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Echo Lake (pt. i/teaser)

SUMMARY: With a new planet near the USS Enterprise and the possibilities of new discoveries, who wouldn’t want to travel to the unknown world? If only someone would’ve have told you and Bones what you were getting into before, then maybe you wouldn’t be stuck with hard decisions away from the Enterprise and with the fate of a whole community in your hands.

WORD COUNT: 492 words

AUTHOR: Lydia

NOTES: teaser/part one for a series I am working on that I know you guys should love. Expect updates every so often. Enjoy!

“Three day mission on the ground of Arletous to collect samples of plant life?” (y/n) asks, setting the tablet down. “Why not beam me down and back up within an hour?”

“We need samples from over a ten mile radius,” James explains, leaning forward in his chair across from (y/n). She shakes her head, biting on her cheek as she reads over the report.

“But, the civilizations,” she says, looking to him. “They’re primitive, brand new. They won’t be very fond of an unknown person.”

“We’ve only found out about one so far, a small village two miles west of the dropsite-”

(Y/n) scoffs loudly. “You’re sending me west, James, right into them!” she argues. “I’m a scientist, not a soldier!”

“No, but you are a pretty damn good peacekeeper,” he says with an optimistic look to his eyes. Shaking her head again with pursed lips, she sighs. “Listen, you’re not going down alone.”

“Wait, what?” she asks.

“We’re sending down Leonard McCoy, CMO-”

“I know who Leonard is, captain,” she stops him, leaning forward. “Why are you sending a doctor on a scientific exploration?”

James shifts in his seat, and he leans back as he keeps his eyes on her. “There have been reports of flourishes of an unknown bacteria in the water,” he explains. “We need him to go down and take samples and see if it’s a virus or an organism-”

“Still a scientist’s job,” she mutters under her breath with crossed arms.

“(Y/n), I know you like working alone,” James says, “but compromise with me on this for once. Sending someone down there with you is a safer option, and splits the work between you two.”

“Safer?” she asks. “James, we’re going on onto a Class M with a primitive civilization of an uncultured species. You’re sending me to research toxic flora and fauna, and you’re sending McCoy to take data on an unknown and potentially deadly bacteria. None of it is safe!”

He pauses, running a hand down his face. “Well, when you put it that way…” he groans as he stands. “(Y/n), Starfleet headquarter sent this mission in. We have to accept-”

“No, I have to accept,” she snaps as she stands. “McCoy and I have to accept!”

“Hell, I’m in,” a southern voice calls, and (y/n) spins around. It’s Bones, leaning against the doorframe as he reads the report on his tablet. “Anything to get my feet on solid ground.”

With this, (y/n) groans in defeat and throws a hand up.

James smiles, setting his tablet down. “Great! You two leave tomorrow.”

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Memento Mori

SUMMARY: “It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things.”

WORD COUNT: 719 words (short haha)

AUTHOR: Lydia

NOTES: please don’t hate me for this. I have no real excuse as to why I wrote it, it just kinda happened. Very depressing, contains (mentions of) death. I would say enjoy, but good luck enjoying this one. Please listen to I Found by Amber Run as you read this.

He felt cold. He didn’t feel cold like ice on your fingertips, or cold like a breeze on your neck. He was cold and barren had no room for heat in him anymore, because to be warm was to be in love, and to be in love was knowing someone was there.

Bones had never felt like this. He had never before experienced grief to this extent. It felt like hell in his veins, yet the fire was calm and hurt just enough to remind him that he was alive. It was an intense and heavy pain in his chest, and a terrible and lonesome burden on his mind. No one told him grief would feel like fear; fear and panic that losing her wasn’t over.

He wishes he could say it was quick for her. He wishes she would’ve went in her sleep, or with a quick blow so she would feel no agony. But he was left with knowing she spent her last breath fighting and her last sight being him, the last beat of her heart for him. She died with her blood on his hands as they tried to hold her life inside of her, and he lived knowing he failed.

No one could help him. James spent time at the medbay when he could, helping with minute jobs that could lift the stress of being a doctor off his chest. He would crack small jokes, lighthearted attempts to make his friend smile, but nothing seemed to work. Uhura was gentle towards him; soft hands that laid on his shoulder when she could see he was tired, caring eyes that let him know it was okay to feel. And as for the Vulcan, he remained silent, unsure in himself that anything he might say would even help the grieving friend of his.

He worked hard still. He woke up knowing what he had to do- heal, care, breathe, grieve. It was a vicious cycle that left him on a string of life every day, and he began to try less and less. The nurses could tell, and they tried picking up more patients as other doctors tried more and more to get Bones to take a day off. But he refused, knowing nothing would help if he just sulked.

He aged ten years in two weeks. His eyes bore weights of loss and heartache, and his lips were permanently turned down on depression. All he could do was think of her- her smile, her laugh, her touch that kept him going and her voice that made him strong. She was gone, and he feels like maybe he had lost a part of him when she passed.

But every now and then, a dream will invade his sleep. A memory of her and him, a sweetly fabricated heaven that lived as he slept. He would wake with tears, but his heart would feel lighter at the imaginary sight of her. And as he would walk onto the bridge, he couldn’t help but admire the stars that she adored so dearly. Often he would sit at the bay windows at night and attempt to count them, to distract himself and give his mind a reason to think. He began to grow fond of those stars and galaxies that the USS Enterprise explored, because he felt she lived in them and made them shine.

He misses her, there’s no doubt. But as time went on, it became easier. When someone mentions her name, it’s like a chord from a lullaby no one has sang in centuries. When he sees a photo of her, it’s brings serenity instead of sorrow. And as he began to roll his eyes at James’ jokes, and smile at Uhura’s gentleness, he began to live. He began to remember her a sweet memory, and began to cherish those moments he wished to forget. And soon he found himself living not to spite the death that took her, but to prove to himself that he could live for her and what she stood for in the short while he had her. Because no matter how much he wishes she was there, nothing would change that she wasn’t, so he had to step forward with only recollections of her voice and the reminiscence of her touch.