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Doctor McCoy, merman Jim and marine biologist Spock proper merAU post🧜✨
New stuff coming soon ✨
A while ago, someone (I don’t remember who sorry) asked what mystical creature Xavier would be and I thought about it a lot...
This man is obviously a colourful fairy, full of joy and love, so bright that Michael’s eyes are bleeding.
While making this silly thing, I remembered a great story, Bad Moon Rising, I’m sad we never got the ending.
The Friendly Merman 1
It all started because Joanna McCoy had a thing for mermaids and dragged her mother down to the beach to try to find one. Leah obliged her despite knowing how rare the species was and the likelihood of actually seeing one was slim to none. A day at the beach would be a nice break from the hospital stress and would give them some fun mother-daughter time. But she did warn Jo gently. “Honey, remember not to get your hopes up too far. They haven’t been seen around these parts for three years.” “I know, Mom,” Jo sighed. “But Mr. Spock said this was the best place and time of year for finding one. They go past here on their migration, he said. Sometimes they come close to shore to rest."
"What would you do if you saw one?” Leah asked. “Try not to scream and scare it, watch it as long as I could,” Joanna claimed. “Easier said than done.” Leah said knowingly. But she donned beachwear and sunscreen and brought her excited eight year old to the requested beach, with strict instructions NOT to stray out of her sight or talk to strange grown-ups. Joanna took her binoculars and and began her vigil, while Leah settled in with a book, pleased to be able to do some light reading. The sun felt so good after being under fluorescent lights all the time at the hospital. For a while, all they saw were seabirds and the occasional spout from a far away whale. Joanna took an occasional break to dip her toes in the ocean, but always returned to her vigilant search for mermaids. “Mommy, there’s a guy that just fell out of the water!! He’s not moving!!” Joanna cried. “He looks hurt!” Leah was up in a flash and looking through the binoculars in the direction Jo pointed. Alarm spread through her at the sight of a man’s torso sprawled on the beach, lower half still in the water. Even from this distance she could see red clouding the water around him. “You’re right, honey. He is hurt. I’m going to go check. Stay right here until I say it’s safe, alright? He could have been attacked by something in the water.” Joanna nodded and Leah picked up her beach towel to use in case he was bleeding badly. There wasn’t anything else on hand. She knelt beside the man and felt for a pulse. It was there, thankfully, but the young man had some rather nasty gashes in his sides and was bruised badly over his pale skin. She carefully pulled him forward to get him out of the water and nearly dropped him in surprise when she saw his lower body was a tail, with fins!! He was clearly a Merman, and a beautiful one at that. The irredescent blue scaled tail gave way to a lithe and muscular upper body and a head of wet brown hair and fine facial features. His throat had angry red marks around it, like someone had been choking him. Knowing enough about Mermen from Spock and Uhura’s discussions, She was careful to keep him on the wet sand so he didn’t dry out. Behind her, Joanna gasped. “Mommy, it’s a merman!!! Can I see?” “Okay, but don’t get to close. We don’t want to scare him. I should call Spock and Uhura. They’ll know how to treat his….fish half.” Spock and Uhura worked with sea life, and they’d seen hurt Merfolk before, so she knew they’d know what to do for him. Joanna crept cautiously closer and stared at the Merman, who was beginning to stir. “His tail is so pretty!!” She whispered in awe. “Look! He has pointy ears like Mr. Spock!!” He did indeed, though the points were almost translucent and more fragile looking, fitting with his ocean life. Leah started when a pair of intensely vivid blue eyes suddenly stared up at her. “Hey, easy there. I’m not going to hurt you,” she soothed the nervous creature, who tried to wiggle back into the sea, but stopped with a groan of pain. He looked up at her fearfully, but curiously. She gently pressed the towel on his bleeding shoulder, which had been aggravated when he tried to move. “Can you understand me, kid?” She asked. A stream of squeaky sounding language came from his mouth before he caught himself and spoke in slow Standard. “Yes. I know people-ish. Please don’t put me in a cage.” He looked scared again. “I will do no such thing,” Leah assured him. “I’m going to make sure you don’t bleed out and then call my marine biologist friends to look you over. You don’t look like you’re in any shape for swimming right now. Can you tell me what happened?” “I got in a fight with some sirens and then a shark smelled blood and tried to snack on me,” the Merman said ruefully. “Oh, no!” Gasped Joanna. “Did he bite you?” Their new friend looked inquisitively at Joanna. “That’s Joanna, my daughter,” Leah explained. “She’s been wanting to meat a mermaid or man for a long time.” “Hi, young human,” the man smiled. “You can call me Jim. I’m afraid he nipped my shoulder, which is why it’s bleeding so much.” “Mommy’s a doctor and she can fix you up,” Joanna assured him. “She’s really good.” “Oh, a sawbones, huh?” Jim said, eyes twinkling up at Leah. “That’s what we call them among the Mer. Pleased to meet you, Dr…..” “McCoy. Dr. Leah McCoy,” she supplied, amazed at Jim’s huge grin even with a black eye and many bruises. Well, he was certainly a friendly Merman, that was clear. “Jim, are you hurt anywhere else?” Leah asked him. “My lower tail,” he said, grimacing again as he moved the appendage about. “Think it got stabbed by a siren spear. Those guys are vicious.” He muttered something under his breath in his Mer language that sounded rather awful, like a curse. “Okay,” Leah said slowly. “You stay right here while I call my friends to come look at it. Joanna, hold the towel on his shoulder like this.” Obediently, Joanna knelt by the Merman and took charge of the towel, eyes round as she stared at Jim’s tail again.
I made a little Jimmy too