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Clover Cafe Master List
Master list for my 1920′s speakeasy AU including glossary.
Glossary
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Epilogue
Clover Cafe Epilogue
Master List Found Here
Pairing: McKirk
Rating: G
Length: 1305 words
Summary: It’s a year after the events involving Khan and Leonard’s hostile takeover of the Clover, and Jim’s noticing some strange behavior...
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Nearly a year later found both men thriving. Jim still ran his cafe despite Leonard’s insistence that he could just live with him (“Do I look like the housewife type to you, Bones?”), and Len still ran his whiskey. He always saved his best stuff for his lover.
The Clover expanded to the building next door. An influx of cash from an “anonymous investor” allowed Jim to turn the space into a sort hotel space that was booked solid more nights than not. It took almost all of his extra time lately just to get and keep everything in line.
They were happy, but Leonard was acting strangely lately. Jim noticed it. He was ducking out at strange hours, giving noncommittal answers to any probing questions, and sometimes just withdrawing completely. It got to the point where Jim was ready to yank his hair out in frustration.
After two weeks, he finally cornered the mobster with eyes blazing and tone accusatory, “You know if you want to cut things off, you don’t have to slowly push me away you can just yank off the bandage and be done with it.”
Len stared at him stunned for a moment. “Sugar that’s not what’s going on at all.”
“Then what the hell is with all the secrets? Is there something going on with the business? You can talk to me about that now, you know.”
“I know. Jim, sugar, I know I can and that’s not what this is.” He reached out to cup Jim’s cheek with a soft smile. “Nothing’s wrong, I just have a few things I’m taking care of. I’ll be able to tell you more soon.”
Jim sighed, but leaned into the touch. “You’re sure? And it’s nothing dangerous?”
“Walking out the front door is dangerous, but this isn’t. Promise.”
After a long, searching inspection of his lover’s face, Jim just sighed. “Alright… But you’ll tell me soon?”
“As soon as I can,” he agreed.
He left it alone and they carried on with their lives otherwise. Jim tried to leave it alone, but every time Len excused himself to take a call or went out without an explanation, it drove him a little more insane with a combination of curiosity and worry. If it weren’t for Spock standing stoically behind the bar listening to him venting, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to take it.
It took a few more weeks for Len to come up behind him, arms coiling around Jim’s waist, for him to finally relax again. “Hey, sugar. How about we spend a night at the Clover tonight?”
“Only if you bring Ben. Sulu’s about to march down here and steal the man,” Jim teased as he leaned back into Len’s arms.
“I think I can agree to that…” He pressed a kiss behind Jim’s ear and smiled at the shiver. “And we can talk about what I’ve been up to when we get home.”
“Really?”
“Really, really.”
“What’re we waiting for, then?” Jim took off upstairs to change his clothes, leaving Len laughing and following close behind him.
The streets were quiet with a mild spring chill, but inside the Clover was warm. They secured the front door behind them and made their way down the precarious stairway that led to the bowels of the building only for Jim to stop in confusion at the bottom when he opened the door to darkness. “Why are the lights all out? Spock? Guys? Are you here?”
Len’s smile couldn’t be any wider as the whole bar flared to life with lights, a cake that could easily feed a hundred people, and the enthusiastic shouts of, “Surprise!” from the regular patrons and employees. Streamers in all colors were strung up around the room and everyone in the room wore matching beaming smiles.
“What the hell is all this for?” Jim finally managed to ask after gawking for a while.
“Did you forget your own birthday, sugar?” Len chuckled.
“I’ve been so busy with the hotel…”
“Enough talk, let’s have cake!” Hikaru demanded over the heads of the crowd. He and Chekov cut and passed the cake out to everyone.
Jim spent a while making the rounds and accepting well wishes and small gifts from all his closest friends while Len settled in at the bar. When Spock handed Len a drink, he stared the mobster down. “Do you realize just how trying it is on one’s patience to have their friend complaining about their love life while you’re fully aware of what is about to happen?”
“I bet it’s very frustrating, Spock. You wanna know something, though?” At the raised eyebrow from the bartender, Len continued, “I don’t really care and I know neither do you.”
“Indeed.”
The two of them watched Jim animatedly relate some story or another to a friend before he noticed he was being watched. He offered them both a wide smile before turning back to Nyota, the club’s singer and Spock’s not so secret girlfriend. A taboo relationship in its own right, Leonard had been more than a little surprised to learn the two were an item, but they fit well. When they were done, Jim bounded over and wrapped his arms around Len’s neck. “You’re an evil, evil man, you know that? You planned this whole damned thing.”
“Not by myself,” Len admitted. “Spock and the others helped me keep you in the dark. And this isn’t your only surprise.”
“Really? This isn’t enough?”
“Later. For now go enjoy your party.” He shoos him off with a kiss and downs the rest of his drink. “Refill? I think I’m gonna need it.”
Before long, Hikaru and the rest of the band were playing for the mass of men on the dance floor. Among them, Len held Jim close. His hand rested low on Jim’s back and his voice was low and crooning as he sang along with Ny’s angelic tones.
Jim couldn’t remember a better birthday.
Near the end of the night, Len pulled him off the floor and into his office where the sounds of the party outside were almost completely silenced by the insulated walls. Len stroked his cheek with an absolutely adoring smile. “Has it been a good birthday?”
“It’s been an amazing birthday. Best one I’ve ever had.”
“Well I think I’ve got something that will make it even better…” He fiddled with something in the breast pocket of his suit jacket. “Hold out your hand.”
With curiosity burning through every corner of his body, Jim offered up his hand and watched as Len pulled something from the pocket. Body-warmed metal met the palm of his hand and he found himself staring at a gold band in shock. “Bones…?”
“I know it doesn’t mean a whole helluva lot since we can’t do anything official, but… That was my daddy’s and I wanted you to have it. I’m yours as long as you’ll have me,” Len vowed quietly.
Instead of an answer, Jim just yanked him in by the lapels for a deep kiss. Len cupped the back of his head and pulled him in closer to reciprocate eagerly. When they finally broke apart, Len couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corners of his lips as he asked, “So I can take that to mean you accept?”
“Of course, you idiot! You gonna put this on me?” Jim held the ring and his hand out to him so he could slip the band onto it. He let himself take another minute or two to just stare at his hand before he finally shook himself back to reality. “We should get back out there…”
“Yeah. We’ll celebrate a little more back at the house.”
“My kind of celebrating?” He waggled his eyebrows with a ringing laugh.
“Both our kind of celebrating.”
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Clover Cafe Ch4
Master List Found Here
Pairing: McKirk
Rating: M
Length: 2204 words
Summary: This is the end, folks! Khan comes between Leonard and Jim and our favorite mob boss is all that fond of that arrangement.
It started out small. Beating out Khan’s men to their shipments, guerilla-style strikes against trucks full of whatever the hell that garbage really was, and crazy treks through wooded areas outside the city doing recon on Khan’s operation. It all paid off in the end. It only took about a month to get the layout of Khan’s estate marked down, and more than enough “whiskey” to make some quality molotovs.
While that was going on, Leonard progressed things further with Jim. Nights in at the Clover turned into strolls through the park on a Sunday afternoon which then turned into evenings at Len’s home. That first night he convinced Jim it would be alright if he spent the night was the first night the mobster was able to take the time to pull the sweetest sounds from his now lover. It was with those sounds, those whispered words of endearment, he had in mind when he sat down again with not just his bodyguards but what seemed like half of the McCoy clan and associates.
“It’s time to take our plans to the next step of engagement,” he announced, voice calm as he sat at the head of a long table. Murmurs of agreement met with several looks of glee. They all knew what came next.
Nighttime truck raids no longer meant stealing their wares and leaving. Drivers now found themselves on the wrong end of flaming bottles of alcohol as they shattered through windows. The contents in the back flared to life shortly after and the trucks were left to become roaring infernos while the men inside were gunned down with a cold efficiency. All while Leonard danced with Jim in full view of every employee at the Clover.
If Khan happened to be there watching with storm clouds in his eyes, all the better.
The Clover became a sort of neutral ground for the feuding gangsters. Khan never brought more than one bodyguard and neither did Leonard. Neither spoke to each other, though Khan seemed to take a particularly sadistic pleasure in taking Jim to the back room while Leonard waited at the bar fuming. Spock just watched him with mild interest.
“Would you like a drink while you wait, Leonard? You’ll notice we have diminished stock as of late. Apparently our supply chain has run into some… Issues.”
“Is that so? Damn shame, depriving all these people of your wares,” Len replied casually. “Any word on when your supply problems will clear up?”
“I have a feeling James will be in the market for a new supplier soon.” He raised an eyebrow as he set a glass on the bar. “Weren’t you open to the idea of supplying the cafe not that long ago?”
“An offer that’s still on the table whenever Jim wants to take me up on it, I assure you. And two of your jazzers over there can attest to the quality of my stock.”
“So I’ve heard. I’ll inform James of your continued interest.”
“Thanks, Spock, but I think I can express my interest to Jim on my own,” Len grins. His eyes met Jim’s across the room as he came back, smile dropping at the miserable look on the blonde’s face. “Excuse me…”
He made his way over to Jim. “Something wrong, sugar?”
“John wants me to end things with you or the bar starts seeing some of the damage you’ve been doing to his trucks.” His face was pale and he looked so conflicted and it just wrenched on Len’s heart.
“Is that so?” If you could murder someone with voice alone, Khan would be six feet under and on his way to Hell. “Well, sugar… I’m going to take care of that, don’t you worry. You want a dance, or you want to wait for him to haul ass out’ve here?”
“I think we should keep some distance for now…”
“Alright. I’ll clear out for the next week or two while I handle this, but it will be handled,” he assures him with a soft kiss. “Now I’ve got somewhere I can be. If you need me, call mama and someone’ll be out here in a shake.”
“Yeah… You’ll be safe, right?”
“As safe as I can be, sugar.”
That night, he took part in the raids for the first time. He stood beside Ben and Scotty as what his figures said should be the last of Khan’s trucks went up in flames. He knew the man had at least enough to buy a few more, but Khan didn’t have any larger clients anymore. Leonard had swooped in with his own hootch the second Khan’s supplies started to dry up and offered a better product at a better price.
Really, the business of good whiskey should have been left to the professionals who can produce locally, but Khan didn’t seem like all that savvy of a businessman.
He was right to expect new trucks. A few nights later, word reached him that Khan had four new trucks moving product to the few clients he still had. Instead of picking them off one at a time, Leonard made plans to strike all four in one night. It takes longer than he’d like to get their routes down (Khan tried to make them more random, but there really were only so many ways to get to the same four locations), but after nearly a month of avoiding Clover they finally pinned it down.
“Ben, you’ll lead the first group to hit the truck here on Sycamore. Chris, you’re with the second group on Adina, and Scotty you’ll get the third group over to Peachtree while I take the fourth to Main and hit the truck going to the Clover.” With each group, he pressed a pin into the exact location they’d ambush each truck; always at an intersection, always in an area that isn’t particularly busy that time of night. He wanted rid of Khan, but he didn’t want any innocent casualties.
“Everyone understand the plan and your roles?” Len continues after a few minutes of the four of them inspecting the map.
“Getting them at a choke point might be easier on my route,” Christine suggests. She moves her pin forward two intersections where the road narrowed to two lanes. “Less chance they can slip through while we’re waiting.”
“Good point. Go with that, make sure your group knows about the change,” Len agrees after a cursory look over the new position. “Anyone else?”
“Aye. Ye want me te use that new stuff I’ve been makin’ in the spare still? Almost pure ethanol and it lights up pretty,” Scotty piped in.
“How much of it can you make by next week?”
“More than enough for all four of us.”
“Then yes. Now we all know what time each of us should be hitting our targets? I’ll be on Main first so I can deliver some of our whiskey to Clover and be there waiting for that moment when Khan hears his enterprise is going down in flames.”
A chorus of assent ended their meeting. Each went to round up everyone in their respective squadrons to create their plans for the night of the raid. Each person would need to work seamlessly to do this without losing anyone. Khan was probably expecting trouble and would undoubtedly be ready.
It really couldn’t have gone better if they spent a year planning. Leonard led a group of roughly six men to overtake Khan’s truck, setting it ablaze quickly with Scotty’s new concoction before the last man drove their own truck toward Clover. Len gave a quick nod to Spock when the bartender came up to receive the order with a raised brow.
“I hope you’re aware of what you’re doing, Leonard.”
“Oh I’m very well aware of what I’m doing, Spock. Unload and let your patrons see what real whiskey tastes like. I’ve got a certain blonde I owe a swing around the dance floor.” He clapped a hand to Spock’s shoulder before heading inside to find Jim.
The moment Jim saw him come in, his entire face lit up. It had been far too long since they had seen each other and all pretense was dropped when they met and Len’s hand came up to cup his cheek while the other pulled him in for a deep kiss. Lips and tongues reacquainted with one another after a month without meeting and the sweet groan that rumbled in Jim’s chest was the best thing he’d heard in weeks.
“It’s all ending tonight, sugar… When Khan gets here, just stay out of the way.”
“Okay… You’re sure it’ll be alright?”
“I’m sure. I’ve got men in here with me tonight and I’ll do my best to keep anyone else from getting hurt. You stick with Spock and I’ll handle this.”
Minutes ticked by and when Khan finally burst through the door looking absolutely enraged, Len was sitting at the bar sipping casually at a drink. He spared a glance for the madman stalking toward him and tapped at the empty glass for a refill. “Thanks Spock. Khan, what can I do for you?”
“You can remember what I said about what would happen to this place if you didn’t get yourself in line, McCoy,” he hissed venomously.
Len tipped the glass toward him in a mock salute. “Is that really what you wanna be saying to me now? I’d think awful carefully about what comes outta your mouth next.”
Each word that dripped from Khan’s lips held so much heated contempt that Len almost felt they could burn, “I will make sure this entire fucking building is nothing but ashes by the time I’m through. James Kirk will be a bloody corpse that I drop on your doorstep and then I’ll weed out every last one of your little rats and burn them alive.”
A long silence followed while Len finished his drink. The men he brought in with him were beginning to close in on the pair, but Len froze them all with a look. He turned to Spock with a genial smile to ask, “Spock, may I use your phone?”
“Of course, Leonard.” When the receiver was in Len’s hand, Spock asked, “What number?”
After reciting the number he knew by heart, he waited until a groggy voice came on the other end to speak, “Al? Yeah, Leonard McCoy here. You know that little cafe I was telling you about? The Clover, yes. Well I’ve got the man responsible for all those fires that’ve been a pain in your ass lately and a few of my guys have a hold of him. Oh no, you know me. Just doing what I can to help. I’d bring a couple buttons with you since this guy’s gone off the tracks. Ten? Great. Yeah, we’re still having dinner at yours on Sunday. All the best to Mary.”
He handed the receiver back to Spock and watched calmly as four men wrestled Khan to the floor. Jim watched the whole ordeal with wide, worried eyes even after his antagonist was well in hand.
Len knelt down in front of the thorn in his side and gave him an easy smile. “You know… This really could have been avoided. Now you’re going to jail for quite a while because that was the chief I just called. He’s an old family friend, you know. Just remember while you’re rotting away that I tried to make this easy for you. Just be happy I didn’t decide to kill you.”
The only response he got was for Khan to spit in his face. Len frowned and plucked a handkerchief from his breast pocket to wipe it away while every man who worked with him tensed. Their instincts proved correct when a second later a loud crack echoed through the room and Khan slumped back with a hole in his head.
“I just can’t abide rudeness,” he sighed and holstered the gun again. “Bring him up top and wait for Al. He moved for a gun and I reacted as I had to if he asks. Two of you stay here to help clean up.”
When everything was well in hand, Leonard turned his attention back to Jim who had turned sickly pale throughout the events of the past few minutes. Len offered a hand to him and smiled softly when it was taken without comment so he could pull Jim in close and kiss his cheek.
“He’s… He’s really dead, then?” Jim asked tentatively.
“As a doornail.”
“So I can go back to your place?”
“If you want.”
“I think I do.”
“We’ll wait until Al leaves. I’m sure mama still has some roast waiting if you’re hungry,” Len smiled, hand coming to rest low on Jim’s back. “Then I’ve got some ideas I want to run by you regarding your whiskey supply.”
“I think I could be convinced to take on a new supplier,” Jim grinned and gave him a wink, already coming back to his usual self now that the body had been whisked upstairs.
“Well I’m nothing if not a silver-tongued negotiator.”
“Oh really?” When Len just nodded, Jim laughed. “Prove it.”
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I’m finally doing it
I’m going to write up a glossary for Clover Cafe and post it when I get home tonight. I’ve MEANT to do it before both chapters now.
You guys ready?
Next chapter of Clover Cafe goes up tomorrow and we get to meet mama McCoy. Y’all aren’t ready for the badass love of my life that is Leonard McCoy’s mama. You just aren’t.
And Marcus makes a very short appearance.
And tonight I’m writing up a glossary of terms I use in the fic. Because as smart as I know y’all are, not all 20’s slang is obvious in context 🤷♀️