Ficlet: Star Trek TOS -- McSpirk Mpreg (Kirk/Spock/McCoy)
Sheer ridiculousness in flashfic form. I was going for silly and landed at unbearably schmoopy. Oops. For @twinkboimler! Via an idea from @calliecat93.
(For context: McCoy is trans here.)
Leonard checks his cross-referenced data for the third time, but he already knows it’s correct. Just seems like it shouldn’t be. He’s sitting at Jim’s desk, his PADD and tricorder readouts spread across the surface, while Spock sits perpendicular to him in the chair opposite, working on his own PADD. His ridiculously long legs are stretched out in front of him, crossed at the ankle. Spock tends to hunch a bit in public, try to draw his lanky body inwards, but Leonard’s started to notice how he relaxes when they’re in private. Lets himself spread out and take up space.
Leonard’s own ankle is resting on his knee, foot jiggling restlessly; he makes himself still, leaning back and interlacing his fingers on his stomach. Eventually Spock notices and looks up. He raises an eyebrow.
“I think we’re gonna hafta reschedule the wedding,” Leonard says.
Spock’s other eyebrow goes up.
“Most unfortunate.”
“Reschedule?!” says Jim, sitting up from his sprawl on the bed, finger between the pages of his book. “It’s not enough that we found a date that worked for Sarek AND my parents AND Joanna AND T’Pau AND that the admiralty would approve? You want to start over? I can’t do it, Bones. I can’t. I’m only one man. I only have so many godlike feats in me.”
“Might I ask why we would consider rescheduling?” asks Spock, ever the pragmatist, ignoring Jim.
“Well,” Leonard says slowly. “Seems I’ll be a little busy around that time. Havin’ a baby.”
Dead silence, but for the sound of the engines.
Jim’s book hits the floor.
“Bones,” he says. “You. What!” He’s already across the room, hands on the desk as he bends to meet Leonard’s eye.
Leonard bites back a nervous grin, looking at Spock, who’s gone very still.
“You are sure?” he asks.
Leonard’s nascent smile immediately becomes a scowl.
“Whaddya mean? ‘Course I’m sure. I’m a doctor, not an astrologist. 'sides, I recognize the symptoms from Jo.”
Spock is still not moving or emoting.
"How?" he says. Leonard raises an eyebrow.
"Do they not teach the birds and the bees on Vulcan? Or is this a ploy for a demonstration?"
“How was this able to happen?" Spock says, not rising to the bait. "Jim proceeded with uteroplasty. Because you were no longer a viable carrier.”
“I didn’t say that,” Leonard says. “I said it’s hard to predict these things once ovulation’s become irregular. I know you remember me telling you I stopped birth control, to up our chances.” He shrugs. “Guess we got lucky.”
Jim’s thumb strokes across the back of Leonard’s hand and he looks up to meet Jim’s sunshine smile, before it's turned on Spock.
“Spock,” Jim says gently and Spock startles before looking at him. “Take a breath,” Jim suggests.
Spock takes two deep breaths and some color seems to return to his cheeks.
“Leonard,” he says. “Ashayam!” And he's on his feet bending over the desk too, fingers brushing Jim’s, hand cupping Leonard’s cheek — and now, now Leonard can’t stop smiling. Jim swoops in and gives him a breathtaking kiss before planting one on Spock as well.
“A baby!” he says. “A tiny Bones. Ha, Chapel’s gonna be insufferable.”
“Don’t I know it,” Leonard mutters. “Say, Jim, how are you feeling after swinging by this morning?”
“Oh, fine,” Jim says dismissively. “I’m not the one to worry about here, we’ve got to take care of you.”
“You were ill, Jim?” Spock says with a slight frown.
“It was nothing,” Jim says. “Bones gave me a hypo. I was just feeling sore and a little queasy. An ensign in the turbolift had on the heaviest perfume. And I don’t know what someone ordered for breakfast in the officers' mess today but it stank. I couldn’t get out of there fast enough.”
Slowly, Spock’s eyes slide over to Leonard. Leonard looks blankly back.
“Sore?” Spock says. “From our sparring the other evening?”
Jim frowns, his pretty face screwed up in thought.
“No, nothing that would’ve been caused by that. Mostly just my chest.”
He presses a hand to his pectoral and winces minutely.
Spock’s eyes widen and he gropes behind himself for his chair, landing heavily.
“I was thinking, when we reschedule the wedding,” Leonard says conversationally. “We should make sure we push it back far enough.”
“Far enough for what?” Jim asks.
“For when you have your baby,” Leonard says, nodding at Jim’s abdomen.
Jim’s mouth actually drops open in shock, something Leonard always thought was figurative. Because he’s a starship captain, the noise he lets out surely isn’t a squeak, but it certainly approximates one. He swings his open mouthed gaze to Spock, who’s had about 30 more seconds to come to terms with the news but is still looking fairly thunderstruck, especially for a Vulcan. Leonard grins. This is even more entertaining than he’d hoped.
“…two babies?” Jim asks.
“Yep,” Leonard says, with some satisfaction.
“Jim is pregnant,” Spock finally manages. Leonard’s gonna make so much fun of them later.
“Correct.”
“And you are pregnant,” Spock states.
“Also correct.”
“You will both be giving birth.” Spock’s really gone off the deep end if he’s restating this many facts.
“Right.”
“To our children.”
"You might even have to hold a baby, Spock."
Jim gives a slightly hysterical laugh, hands in his hair. He stumbles the few steps to the bed and sits down heavily.
"Bones," he says, dazed. He looks up at them. "Spock. We're having babies!"
"Multiple infants," Spock says faintly.
"Think Amanda will be happy?" Leonard asks and the look on Spock's face is such a combination of joy and terror he'd like to frame it.
"Why is nobody sitting with me?" Jim asks. "Come here."
Mutely, Spock obeys, and Leonard follows, hands in his pockets. He's playing this cool, but his heart is beating pretty fast as well. It's been a fairly shocking day.
They settle around Jim like a pair of parentheses. Leonard nuzzles into the skin of Jim's neck, where he smells best. His ankle hooks around Spock's.
Jim kisses his forehead, then grabs their hands, squeezing them.
"I'm having your baby, Spock," he says, still sounding faintly hysterical. Spock scoops Jim even closer to himself.
"Actually," Jim says, looking at Leonard. "Your baby. Do we know? Who the other parent is? Or— Not yet. Right?"
"Funny thing," Leonard says, untangling from Jim and leaning back on his hands on the bed. "My bloodwork was lookin' a little strange, so I poked around. Turns out the nutritional needs of an embryo are a little different. When they've got Vulcan heritage."
Jim whoops, smacking Spock on the arm. Spock looks startled and a bit dismayed.
"Spock, you sly old dog," Jim says. "You knocked up both your partners?"
"I … did," says Spock, uncertain. Then, firmer. "I did." He squares his shoulders.
Leonard is grinning — he was worried Jim would be disappointed it wasn't his, but of course he's not.
"Wow," says Jim, scrubbing a hand down his face. "This is going to be…"
"Absolute lunacy?" Leonard suggests. "An unmitigated disaster? A spectacle of chaos and absurdity?"
"Probably!" Jim agrees.
"Fascinating," says Spock.
"What now?" asks Leonard.
"I do not disagree and yet…"
Leonard will never say so, but he loves Spock's eyes when he's introspective. There's something damn near soulful about them.
"And yet?" Jim says.
The shape of Spock's eyes shifts, his whole face softening into a true smile, subtle but real. And just for them.
"And yet," he says. "I find I am delighted."
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There are sounds of elation from the hallway followed by a thud as something gets dropped on the fluffy doormat. Spock’s voice travels clearly down the hall and into the kitchen, gently reprimanding the culprit. “Jim, you have caused me to drop several newly catalogued books. It is imperative that they are not damaged, as you will be necessarily responsible for the fine.” Leonard tries his best not to choke on the soup from laughter.
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