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Prompt: For your 200 followers celebration: Prompt: Kirk is going to kill you Pairing: McCoy x Reader Good luck and well done on your achievement. For @mysteriouslyme81
Warnings: just a little kissy kiss.
Pairing: McCoy/reader
A/N: Not exactly what I wanted, or what the prompt asked. But I hope this okay....
Parts of Me (part 1)
-A Leonard McCoy x reader mini series-
A/N: The first two parts are just the first parts of the fic that I’ve already written.
“You collapsed,” A man with dark hair loomed over you. “In the middle of a fight. Are you sick?”
You blinked dumbly at him until you recognized the insignia on his blue shirt and began to panic. “Where am I?”
“You’re in my medbay,” His hands pressed on your shoulders when you tried to get up, “-just try and take it easy.” His gruff voice contradicted with his coaxing words. “It’s going to be alright.”
Is it? You thought as you stared up into his hazel eyes. How could it be, when you’ve landed in the hands of the enemy?
Your eyes blink open slowly, an unfamiliar grogginess pulls at the back of your skull and your mouth opens with a soundless groan. Were you drugged?
You’re in a bed. And there’s a blanket over you. Safety? You ask yourself, but your visual display beeps red as it comes into focus. There’s someone in the room.
Swiveling your head, you get a glimpse of a dark form beside a bright computer before blinding pain shudders down your spine and cracks your skull open.
Then there are hands on your shoulders and words being mumbled at you.
Those hands. That voice. You remember from when you woke up the first time. The insignia on his shirt. Enemy.
You thrash against his hands, but the pain only gets worse, so you instead let out a scream. His hands grip you harder and you think he says something, but you can’t hear anything. Nothing except the ringing in your ears that seems to be getting louder.
“Damnit.” is the only word you are able to make out before there’s a soft pinch in the skin of your neck and the world quickly fades to black again.
“-ey. Open your eyes for me, okay? Slowly. And for the love of god please don’t freak out again, it nearly drove you to a heart attack last time.”
The now-familiar voice coaxed you out of your drug-induced slumber, and you slowly pried your eyes open. The man was hovering over your bed, his expression one that you couldn’t place.
Concern. Your visual display offered, and you agreed. He looked concerned. And hesitant. As if you were going to start swinging at him.
“I had a heart attack?” Your throat was raw and your words were raspy.
The man’s features seemed to relax, and his mouth settled into a line. “Nearly. Nearly a heart attack. Your heart rate was through the roof and your blood pressure…”
“That’s odd.” Your brow furrowed.
The man paused. “How so?”
“I was unaware that I had a heart.”
The man’s mouth opened and closed soundlessly, his brow furrowing and unfurrowing as he seemed to be mentally double checking something.
“Who are you?” You asked, shaking him out of his confusion.
His eyes met yours. “I’m Dr. McCoy. Leonard McCoy. I’m the Chief Medical Officer.”
You nodded and observed him carefully. “Dr. McCoy, how did I get here?”
His shoulders relaxed a bit and he stepped away from the screen in front of him. “Well…” He scratched the back of his neck.
A sign of nervousness. Your visual display identified, but with a flick of your eyes, the words disappeared.
Dr. McCoy continued, “I was down there, in the whole skirmish between your… people… and mine, when I saw you collapse.”
“Did you not think it was because I might’ve been attacked by one of your people?”
He shook his head. “There was no one around you when you hit the ground.”
“Do you always watch people so carefully?” You tilted your head.
His chuckle was low and soft, “I’m a doctor, it’s part of my job.”
A red light started beeping on your display, the same as before when your ears started ringing. You shifted in the bed, but didn’t notify the doctor of your discomfort. “Do my people know I’m here?”
His eyes searched your face, but he answered, “I don’t know. I beamed you straight up here and… resuscitated you.”
“I… died?” The ringing started distantly in your ears and you took a few shaky breaths.
“You feeling alright, darlin’?”
Darlin’? Your display started scanning to translate, but came up empty. Your head started to throb, and you pressed on, “Answer my question, doctor.”
He stepped back to the screen and his eyes scanned it quickly. “Is your head starting to hurt?”
“I’m fine!” You insisted, but a surge of pain made you gasp, and your hand instinctively flew up to press on your temple.
“Lie back and breathe deeply, okay?” The head of the bed lowered as your eyes closed in pain.
“I… can’t…” You groaned, and your body started to tremble, your fists clenching and unclenching.
“Relax… Hey! You need to breathe, damnit!” His hand fell to your shoulder and your arm instinctively flew up to knock it away.
“AGH!” A scream tore at your throat as the world went black once more.
Parts of Me (part 3)
-A Leonard McCoy x reader mini series-
A/N: I call this part ‘Bones is working as fast as he can will you leave him alone?’
Part 1 Part 2
“Bones what the hell are you doing up there?” Jim’s voice blared through the com as Leonard stepped out into the hall, out of Y/N’s room.
“Doing my job.” Leonard snapped back.
“Well could you do it a little faster, we need you down here!” There was a muffled explosion from the other end of the com.
“I’m sorry, Jim, but I have a patient to attend to, a very... special... patient.”
“This is no time to play favourites, Bones, now get your ass-” Jim’s voice cut out mid sentence.
“Jim? JIM!?” Bones yelled into the com before snapping it shut and pressing it to his forehead in frustration.
“Leonard?” Scotty’s voice was hesitant as the door slid open.
“Yes?”
“I don’ know what yer plan is, but we might need to pick up the pace a little.” He looked hesitant as he wrung his hands.
“Why?” Leonard crossed his arms over his chest.
“Because this software that seems to be embedded in her... Leonard, it seems to be frying her from the inside out.”
Leonard gulped back a pang of worry, but maintained his composure. “What do you mean, frying her?”
Scotty’s hands waved as he explained quickly. “The system is nothing like I’ve ever seen before, ever. No’ even in the one we brought aboard to take a look at. She seems t’a be the only one with this particular software.”
“What the are you getting at, Mr. Scott?”
“Sir.” Scotty looked at Leonard, hard. “She isn’t like the others. The others are fully computerized, ‘cyborgs’ if you may. She? She’s only part computer. The other part is human.”
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Parts of Me (part 2)
-A Leonard McCoy x reader mini series-
Part 1
“Aye, I dunno wha’ in the world this software is, but wha’ever it is, it’s definitely wha’s causing her t’a blackout.”
This voice was not familiar as you once again were drawn out of the blackness of sleep.
“Hey, she’s waking up, just, back off a little, she spooks easy.” That was the voice of Dr. McCoy, you recognized.
This time it was a lot easier to get your eyes to open, and the first thing you saw was his face.
“Welcome back, darlin’.”
“What does that mean; ‘darlin’’?” You sat up a little, feeling fine despite just having passed out from pain.
“It’s a human colloquialism, and it’s something I say when I don’t know someone’s name.”
“Interesting. My name is Y/N, if you would rather.”
“Y/N.” He tested the word on his tongue and his eyes seemed to soften around the edges.
“I’m sorry t’interupt, bu’ I’d really like t’a run s’more diagnostics.” The source of the first voice came into your view now. A man in a red shirt stepped forward. He looked a little older than Dr. McCoy, with soft features and whispy red-brown hair.
Dr. McCoy stepped back and gestured to the man. “Y/N, this is Mr. Scott.”
“Or Scotty, if ya like.” The red-shirted man smiled.
“Yes, or Scotty.” Dr. McCoy smirked. “He’s our head engineer.”
You tipped your head at him in acknowledgment, but looked back to Dr. McCoy in question, “You are both heads of your department, why aren’t you down in the fight? Surely you’re much more needed there”
“Not necessarily, you’re still blacking out, and that’s my main concern right now.” Dr. McCoy looked down at you pointedly.
“Your main concern? With a bloody battle going on down below?” Your eyes slid back and forth between the men questioningly.
Neither of them answered, so you spoke again. “Why am I so important?”
They exchanged nervous glances before Scotty’s eyes widened, his lips pursed as he turned back to the screen. Dr. McCoy glared at him for a moment before turning back to you.
“Because…” He sighed, as if he didn’t want to complete the sentence. “Because you might be our key to winning this war.”
“War?” You told your display to search Doctor Leonard Mccoy, quickly scanning the data before continuing, “This vessel and its crew is supposed to be on a research expedition. Why are you involved in a war?”
“I think you’d better ask your own people that question, because we were the ones who received a distress signal from your planet.” He explained, "and when we got down there you were the ones who attacked us.“
You scanned his features for a sign that would indicate he was lying when the red light appeared again in your vision.
Squirming on the bed, you started to panic, anticipating the pain, and you barely squeaked out "doctor” before he was at your side, scanning you with a whizzing handheld machine. “Scotty, what’s going on?” He barked over his shoulder as you felt the headache begin to rise.
“I’ve almost isolated it but it seems t'a be triggered by her usin’ the internal software.” Scotty responded as he tapped furiously on the device in his lap.
“Internal software?" Dr. Mccoy questioned. "Aye. The computer seems to be integrated into her brain, into her…”
“Central nervous system.” Both men said at the same time.
Dr. Mccoy looked like he just had an epiphany and quickly stepped away from you, reaching into a drawer.
You, on the otherhand, started to feel the skull crushing pain that had so far preceded blackout. “Doctor?" You called out again.
"Hold on, darlin’.” He mumbled as he continued to dig through the drawer. “Hold on.”
You whimpered and squeezed your eyes shut as the men both worked.
“Aye! I’ve go’ it! Just one switch an-”
“No, Scotty, don’t do anything until I give her this… DAMNIT WHERE ARE THE…” You heard his frantic search through the drawers suddenly halt, “agh, there they are.”
“Wha-?”
“If you turn that off right now it’ll throw her system way off kilter and god-knows what I’ll have to do to fix her.”
“Alrighty-then.”
You felt the doctor’s form near the side of the bed and you unsqueezed your eyes to see him leaning over you.
“I’m going to give you this neuro-relaxant to slow down your system. Hopefully it’ll make you relax enough that we can stop you from blacking out, okay?” He hovered over you, his hand already pressed to your neck, but you could tell he was waiting for your consent.
You managed a nod just as another ripple of pain shocked through you and your back arched off the bed in response.
You didn’t even feel the pinch of the needle, but you did feel your body begin to relax. But the headache was still there, still achingly painful.
“Now, Scotty!” The doctor’s voice echoed in your ears.
“Aye.”
The ringing in your ears suddenly reached a peak before it cut off entirely with a loud click. The pain receded just as fast, and you were left lying on the bed, gasping for breath and barely able to move.
You felt a few drops of water slide down your cheeks and you tilted your head questioningly.
“Y'allright?” The doctor sat the head of the bed up a little and you looked up at him through a blurry gaze.
“What is-?” You lifted a tentative hand to touch your cheeks.
“Tears, darlin’, they’re tears.” A soft tissue joined your hands and you realized that Dr. McCoy was dabbing at your cheeks.
“I did not know I could produce tears.”
The doctor hummed in response and looked down at you curiously.
“You know my name.” You commented and mumbled a soft ‘thanks’ as he removed the tissue.
“What?”
“You said you only say 'darlin” when you don’t know someone’s name, but you know my name.“
The corners of his mouth tipped upwards. Almost a smile. It made him look handsome. "It’s used as a sort of 'term of endearment’, as they say.”
“Hm.” You hummed, tipping your head back against the bed. “Interesting.”
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Parts of Me (part 4)
-A Leonard McCoy x reader mini series-
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
When Dr. McCoy stepped back into the room, he looked a little more sullen than before, a little more...
You resisted the temptation to get your display to scan for emotion, because that’s what Mr. Scott said brought on your headaches.
“Is everything alright?” You asked as the doctor wordlessly resumed his spot in front of the screen next to the bed.
“Other than my fellow crew-members and friends being trapped down there, fighting your people, everything’s just peachy.”
You didn’t need your display to tell you that he was being snarky, and you were a bit taken aback. The doctor had been nothing but kind to you up until now, what changed?
“Did I do something wrong, doctor?”
His eyes flicked closed and he let out a breath, his shoulders falling a little before he responded. “No, it’s not you.” He seemed to want to continue, but stopped.
“When can I be returned to my people?” You asked, and you could feel the effects of the relaxant slowly starting to wear off.
Dr. McCoy’s eyes suddenly flicked to yours. Hurt. Your display provided without you ordering it to.
“You want to go back there?” His voice was rough.
“Alllllright, lady and gent, shall we take another look at what we’ve got goin’ on here?” Scotty’s loud voice cut through the tension that Dr. McCoy’s question left hanging.
His eyes lingered on yours for a second more.
“Didn’t you fix it when I almost blacked out last time?” You questioned, turning now towards the hesitant-looking engineer.
“Yes... an’ no.” He grabbed his PADD and sidled up next to you. “Ye see I could only shut down tha’ part temporarily, the signals are becoming too compressed to stay stable for long periods of time.”
“Compressed?”
“It’s building up too much pressure, tha’ no matter how many times we release it, it’s goin’ t’a continue to build back up.”
You contemplated the meaning of this for a minute. “So you’re saying if I continue to use my ISD that I will eventually overload the system?”
“ISD?” He asked.
“Internal Software Display.”
“Ah... and yes, eventually, the signals will put too much pressure on the nerves an’ tissue tha’ they are attached to and ye will eventually... short circuit, for lack of a better word.”
“Your brain will shut off and you will die.” Dr. McCoy’s voice cut in and you looked up at him, the annoyance in his eyes making anger fizzle in your fingers.
“Do you know nothing of my species? We don’t have brains, or nerves, or tissue, or hearts.” You looked at Dr. McCoy pointedly on the last word.
“The thing is, you do. You do. You have a heart and a brain and nerves.” He stalked to his screen and turned it sharply so you could see it. “Look. Lungs and a stomach and everything.”
The glowing screen showed what looked like a green outline of a body. An x-ray, you recalled. But you had only heard of x-rays from classes you’d taken, and since your people never needed them, you had no idea what the inside of a body looked like, let a lone a human one.
“This makes no sense to me. You could be showing me anything, anyone. I don’t believe you.” You growled.
“It’s all right here! Heart, lungs, brain.” He pointed to the different parts as he spoke. “And it’s a live x-ray from the bed you’re on, go on, move your arm, you’ll see it move on the screen.”
You didn’t move, only stared at him, your jaw set. “Why are you doing this?”
“I’m trying to save you, damnit!” His chest heaved with angry breath and his eyes were alight with an emotion you couldn’t place.
“You’re not saving me by telling me lies, doctor. Now, take me back to my people.” You lifted your chin and tried to keep as much dignity as you could from your spot on the bed.
Dr. McCoy wasn’t the one who responded this time. It was Scotty. “Lass, if we send you back down there, you’ll die. The software will overwhelm your system.”
“Then how do we fix it?” You fell back in the bed a bit.
Dr. McCoy spoke up again from behind Scotty, and his three words shook you to your core. “We remove it.”
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Parts of Me (part 5)
-A Leonard McCoy x reader mini series-
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4
Ice cold fury slid through your veins. “What?” You spat.
Dr. McCoy turned to you, arms crossed over his chest. “The only way I can possibly think to save you is to remove the whole system.”
“That’s preposterous.” Your fingers curled in the sheets.
He wouldn’t meet your eyes.
Pushing the blanket down, you slid to the side of the bed. “You can’t remove something that makes up my entire person. It’s the same as saying you want to remove all the blood vessels from your body. It’s not possible.”
Dr. McCoy huffed a laugh.
“You find my life to be amusing?” You seethed.
Finally his eyes met yours, and you were surprised that there wasn’t anger in them. “You don’t understand.”
“Then explain it to me.”
“I have been.” He stepped towards you now, giving you his full attention, which was quite intimidating. “I have done nothing but explain it to you. You are not like them, okay? You are flesh and blood where they are computers and wires, nothing else.”
“I don’t have blood-”
“Before I brought you up here, I was treating men down there for injuries, but they weren’t soaked in blood. No. They were soaked in oil, in fluid from your men, not blood.”
“I-”
“Those bastards must have kidnapped you when you were a kid or something and integrated their damn computers into your system. And now your body is rejecting it.”
“Kidnap?!” Your toes landed on the floor and you moved to stand in front of the doctor. “What are you saying, Dr. McCoy?”
His hazel eyes bored into yours and he gritted his teeth before responding. “I’m saying you’re human.”
A zap spiked up your spine at his words, and it made you sit down hard on the bed. Your display was going wild, but there wasn’t the familiar red light or headache. “I’m fine.” You brushed off Dr. McCoy’s concerned hands.
“See, it’s malfunctioning. We have to remove it... somehow.” Looking up, Dr. McCoy’s expression showed deep thought, and his lip was pulled taught beneath his teeth.
“No.” Was the only syllable you could manage at that moment.
He looked exhausted when his gaze met yours, and he dragged a hand down his face. “It’s the only way...”
Your tongue slid over your teeth as your anger grew. “You cannot remove it. I won’t allow it.”
“Y/N-” He argued.
“No. It’s a part of me.” You stood again, ignoring your sensors telling you that you were off balance. “Even if all you are saying is true, how do I know that you don’t just want to open me up to figure out how to destroy all my people? I won’t allow it.”
His eyes looked sad but you ignored it and continued. “This system, it’s a part of me. It’s not just something I use to look things up, it’s a part of my personality, a part of my livelihood. It allows me to see the world the way I like to. So to remove it would be the same as removing your kindness or intelligence, doctor. It’s a part of you.”
You stepped up to him and looked him hard in the eyes. “You can’t remove it.”
He looked down at you, his eyes displaying a surprising amount of softness. It was disconcerting, you’d rather him be raging and yelling, to give you something to work against. “If we don’t, you’ll die.” He said flatly, as if he’d reached the end of an argument, like this is the last time he’d say it.
You shook your head and blinked hard, trying to find your remaining resolve to fight him. “I can’t just let you take this part of me. Send me back, Leonard.” His eyes snapped to yours at the sound of his first name. “Please.”
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Leonard McCoy Masterlist
Last Updated: May 19, 2017
Backwards : Full Fic, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4
I’m Not Stupid
Oxygen
Red
Damn I Love You
Sing it To Me
Stop Apologizing
Messy Messy p.t. 2
A Dreamy Diagnosis
The Blind Theory
Unimaginable
Motivation Ficlets
Playing House
Unexpected
Dance With Me
The Blind Theory
A Dreamy Diagnosis
Dance With Me
Intro: So this is my entry into the @youre-on-a-starship 1000 follower challenge! Thanks for holding it and letting me participate!
My words were BURN, FAIR, AND EPICALYX (I actually found a place for that word quite easily, even though it was the weirdest)
An epicalyx is the base of a flower bud. I think. I instantly thought Sulu.
Pairing: Bones x reader
Word Count: 1,478
Summary: No real summary. Gala fun. Slight description of a burn. Fluff.
-Enjoy!-
"I'm fine, Len, I promise." You hissed through your teeth as you held the com to your mouth.
"Darlin', you get your ass down here, or so help me..." Leonard growled, and you could hear the threat in his voice.
"Fine. FINE. I'll be right there, and not because you are threatening me like a child, but because it damn hurts." You snapped the com shut and pressed it to your forehead in frustration.
Striding down the hall to the medbay you could swear steam was coming out of your ears. You got a few wayward, curious glances as you marched down the hall in a full length gown, your hair half done and your face set with anger as you cradled your arm to your chest.
If you could have flung the door open, you would have, but you settled for angrily stomping through the automated doors into the medbay and straight up to Leonard who was talking to a nurse.
His eyebrow raised when you sauntered up, the nurse taking one look at you in your fancy gown, hand on hip, fury in your eyes and ducked away.
Leonard's eyes raked up and down your body and you tapped your heeled foot impatiently.
"You look gorgeous." He smirked and you scowled deeper at him.
"And you look like an asshole. Why the hell are you still in your uniform? We have to be down in the gala in 20 minutes." You snapped, crossing your arms unconsciously, accidentally putting pressure on the wound on your arm, which made you hiss and pull your arms away.
Leonard's gaze turned instantly from one of lust to one of concern as he took your wrist in his. He pulled you over to a biobed and whisked out the dermal regenerator, quickly beginning it's work on your skin, and you cursed yourself as you watched his legendary hands. The way he moved the device with such smooth and precise movements that could only have been due to his immense amount of practice and some damn steady hands, made you feel things.
Your mouth must have fallen open as you watched, because you felt Leonard's amused gaze on yours.
"See somethin' you like?" He voice was low and his accent was thick, stirring the butterflies in your stomach.
Though you tried to press your mouth into a tight line and glare at him as hard as you could, you couldn't help stop the grin that reached your lips at the cute little look on his face.
"So what happened again?" He asked.
You rolled your eyes, "I burned my arm with the hair straightener."
