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Dear Deer || Spock & McCoy

The wind was fresh with the scent of damp pine trees as Spock and Dr. McCoy made their way through the foggy trees. The only sounds were the noises of boots on mud and leaves, the wind in the trees, and the chirps of Spock’s tricorder. The Captain had once described Purpura VII as being reminiscent of the forests inside of Washington on Earth, but as Spock had never been there and Jim had not joined them on the planet, he could not confirm the theory.

“According to my scans, we are approaching a settlement of the locals,” Spock said as they made their way down a hill. He frowned slightly. “Curious. I have not heard any sounds of civilization yet.” He looked at McCoy with a pondering expression. “At this distance it would not be unusual to see some of the residents already. It would appear Lieutenant Uhura’s cultural estimate of being rather quiet and reclusive was not inaccurate. We will have to proceed with caution.”

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Grounded || Kirk & McCoy

Sickbay was far too far away for Jim’s liking as he held his baby close to his chest and tried to stop freaking out. Starbase 17 often got waves of natural space toxins that caused minor -- but very unpleasant -- illnesses. Usually they didn’t effect anyone before they hit puberty, which is why families were still allowed on the base. But after finally getting back to his quarters after a double shift, Jim had relieved the babysitting and found out that his six month old baby had a cough -- and a dark purple rash.

And so Jim had panicked.

The turbolift finally opened and Jim found his way into sickbay at 0200 hours, holding a sleepy baby wrapped in a green blanket and trying to sound less terrified than he was. “Is there a doctor here?” he called. “It’s an emergency.”

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Back in Prime || Spock & McCoy

A continuance of this

The calls were always a surprise, but never an unpleasant one. He opened the comm link to his younger counterpart with a feeling of joy at the thought of receiving updates from the alternate Enterprise. “Mr. Spock,” he said in greeting. “I did not expect to hear from you on this day.”

His counterpart inclined his head. “I would not presume you would,” said the young commander. “However, I have come into contact with someone who wishes to speak to you.” He stepped aside, and the Ambassador felt a rush of remembrance as he saw the man behind him.

A silence as shock overcame the old man. Then, finally; “Leonard?”

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Uncle Jim || Jim & Bones

It had been a long day, and it was just getting longer. The transporters had shut down an hour ago, stranding thousands of commuters until repairs could be finished. Shuttles came and went, but it was much slower and there weren’t nearly enough of them for everyone. So now Cadet James T. Kirk was sitting on a bench, waiting for transport to start up again to Starfleet Academy. Curfew was in two hours, but he wasn’t too worried. He would probably be given forgiveness for this.

As Jim was sitting, trying to do some homework on his PADD, he noticed a man in his thirties holding a baby that wouldn’t stop crying. Jim ignored the baby at first, but he noticed she seemed to be looking at her. So he did the only thing he could think of, and he smiled.

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@notacoalminer liked asked for a starter

“Doctor, you are acting very irrationally. I am not incapable of protecting myself.”

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//I told myself I wouldn’t say any more mushy stuff on here for a while, but it’s a special occasion so what the hell.

One year ago today, I wrote an open starter on my blog warstripes. I didn’t expect to get much. I didn’t have many followers then, and nobody was really writing with Seb. I had recently noticed a Q from Skyfall, one of-tea-and-cardigans, follow me. I hadn’t thought much of it. I figured they would be another follower that followed and then completely ignored my presence. I was very, very wrong. This Q replied to my starter. I was skeptical at first, but I kept an open mind and kept the thread going. At the risk of sounding really gay and sappy, it may have well been the best decision I made all year.

One year later, myself and Jordan have now re-joined the Star Trek fandom together (her under the alias notacoalminer), met in person, and made plans to see each other in two years for a Star Trek tour of California. In the next few weeks will be the first time since we’ve known each other that we’ve both been in school at the same time, but I know we’re more than up to the adjustment. I trust that. Which is no small feat with me.

Jordan, I’m so glad I met you. I’m so fortunate you’re a part of my life. I can’t believe it’s only been a year, because it feels already like we’ve known each other forever. I love you absolutely to bits, and I look forward to the adventures we get into in the future.

I have been your friend. Let’s go for the “always shall be” part next.

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♡ -notacoalminer

Send Spock a heart and he won’t tell you he loves you

A cup of coffee on a tray, a freshly made bed, a new bottle of fine bourbon on the nightstand. Spock made sure he wasn’t present for the discovery of the items, but he was certain to time it so that the coffee was still hot when Dr. McCoy got to his room. He didn’t leave a note, or any sign of who did it. He didn’t think it mattered if McCoy knew that Spock had made these little changes, but Spock wanted to make sure they were done anyway.

McCoy had remembered when Spock had asked him to, and had been patient when Spock couldn’t remember him in return. It had taken months for the memories to filter back, and finally he was ready to trust his instincts and try to be friends with the people he remembered caring about before he had died.

This was probably too small, considering how long they had been forced to wait for Spock to be back, but it was a start. Jim would find a book on his bed. Uhura would have a specially made necklace from one of the finest Vulcan jewelry makers Spock knew of. Chekov an improved tricorder and a small bottle of vodka, Sulu a decorative sword, and Mr. Scott a series of vintage technical journals.

But it was Dr. McCoy who got the most of it. He deserved the most. He was the one who had protected Spock’s soul, and risked his life to return it to Spock’s body.

As Spock was walking back to his quarters, hands folded behind his back, he decided he would have to do more. Tomorrow he would try again.

Tomorrow he would try harder.

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Goddamn Transporters : AOS/TOS McCoy

Leonard McCoy hated the transporter with a passion, hated the fact that it literally ripped your body apart and put it back together. If just one small thing went wrong death was a likely outcome. Yes, transporters were ranked right up there with space, which is why every time there was an away mission and he was put on the team, he dreaded the moment he had to step onto that pad and get 'beamed down'.

This right here though, this was another reason he hated goddamn transporters. At least it didn't look like he'd been zapped back into the 'mirror verse' as the Federation had dubbed it. No, the uniforms were wrong, solid, not textured like his.

CMO McCoy isn't on the planets surface, what's his status...malfunction on Leonard McCoy's transport pad mixed with strange readings...yes Captain, we're trying to figure it out, but we don't have a lock on his signature anymore, we're not sure...of course, sir, we'll keep looking....magnetic signatures almost exactally like when the 'mirror verse' was encountered, but there is a slight fluctuation that suggests a possible differnet reality...

"Well this is just goddamn unicorns and rainbows. If you're gunna point those damn phasers at me just go ahead and shoot because I'm so fucking done with these goddamn transporter malfunctions droppin’ me wherever they want." notacoalminer