#reader x leonard

[medicatemedrmccoy]

Check-up

For the anon ask yesterday, again, thank you for the ask! :) I think my fluff machine might be broke at the moment but I hope you enjoy it anyway.

Why am I incapable of writing short drabbles?

1885 words - Leonard x Reader

You walked slowly through the corridor, down the familiar hallways towards medical. You had put off going to medbay for as long as you could physically stand it. 

Unfortunately your simple runny nose had turned into a full blown, bone rattling cough that you could no longer ignore, especially at night while it kept you awake, accompanied by a low grade fever that was giving you the chills. 

Your steps got slower and slower as you approached the bright lights of medbay along with the beeping of various machines. You could feel your heart begin to beat faster as your stomach churned and your throat start to go dry, only irritating it further as you gave as much of a muted cough as you could into your sleeve, trying not to draw attention to yourself. 

Your courage had all but faded as the doors to the medbay suddenly opened wide, startling you as you caught a glimpse of various doctors and patients milling around.

You quickly ducked into the closest hallway, hoping to get away and hide before anyone saw where you were headed. You thought you had made a clean getaway since no one seemed to notice you, except for one sharp pair of hazel eyes you hadn’t realized had caught you at the last second. 

“Dammit!” You muttered to yourself, leaning back against the cool wall, you closed your eyes and tried to steady your breathing. You tried to take some deep breaths but your lungs wouldn’t let you as you began to cough once more, leaning over with your hands on your knees as your eyes watered. 

“Well now, that doesn’t sound very good.” A quiet voice said from closer than you were expecting. Your eyes shot open as you started quickly, standing up straight as you stared into the hazel eyes of a very concerned Leonard. 

“Len.” Was all you managed to choke out as another round of coughs racked your frame from the sudden movement. 

“Y/N? What’s going on? Why don’t you come inside so we can get that looked at. You sound terrible!” Leonard began to fuss lightly with a slight huff at how far you had let this ailment go before coming to see him. He went to put his hand on your elbow to gently usher you into medbay. 

As soon as you felt Leonard’s touch, you froze stock still, feet firmly planted on the floor so that not even god himself could’ve moved you. You tried to speak but nothing came out, not even a cough, which surprised you. 

Leonard misstepped slightly as he went to help you into medbay, not expecting to meet your sudden resistance. Quirking and eyebrow at you he gave you a once over and before he spoke, he met your eyes. He’d seen that look of fright in a certain blonde haired captain before. 

“Tell you what. Meet me at your quarters in ten minutes, alright?” Leonard said as he moved his hand from your elbow to your shoulder, squeezing gently. You briefly wondered if Leonard could read minds and that was how he knew everything. 

You swallowed slowly, as you looked up at Leonard, wincing slightly as your raw throat protested. You gazed into his eyes and his frustration that was apparent with his former outburst was all but gone from his eyes that were now gentle and held concern. 

The only thing you could do was nod. You knew Leonard was being nice so he didn’t scare you off, you knew all too well what might happen if you refused. You remembered many times when Jim would come running into your quarters, trying to hide from the hypo wielding doctor and it never turned out in the blondes favor. You still remember the red welts on Jim’s neck and the hours of wincing and grumbling that followed. 

You quickly did an about face, not looking back as Leonard made his way inside his medbay, no doubt to gather some supplies. Your feet carried you defeatedly back to your quarters. You hated the one on one attention but you hated the medbay more. 

Sighing as you punched in your keycode, you prepared yourself the best you could as you sat on the sofa, bouncing your leg and coughing into your elbow as you waited for Leonard to show. 

The doctor didn’t keep you waiting long, you could hear him punching in your code and you sat up a little straighter in your seat. The door quietly swished open and Leonard stepped inside with his medkit and stethoscope around his neck. 

He gave you a small, reassuring smile as he sat his medkit on your small coffee table before taking a seat himself next to you. You started to feel warm, and you didn’t think it was the fever. 

“I’m sorry.” You blurted quickly as Leonard looked up from adjusting his tricoder, not interrupting you but encouraging you to continue as he raised his eyebrows in surprise. 

You gave a breathy sigh as you continued. “Normally I’m not like this, I come to my physicals and everything but sometimes with more invasive stuff it comes back up and I can’t help it.” 

You realized how confusing you sounded as the words seemed to tumble out of your mouth and probably figured it needed even further explanation as you saw the slight confusion flit in Leonard’s eyes for a brief moment at what “it” could be. 

Taking a small breath, you continued before Leonard could interrupt your small moment of bravery. “I’d rather not go into details but let’s just say that my doctor I had while I was growing up lost his license for malpractice on his younger patients.” You winced slightly as you finished, thinking back on the memories. 

Leonard sat still for a moment, his hands frozen in place on his tricoder as the implication of your words sunk in, the space between his eyebrows narrowed as his face flashed a brief scowl of disgust before smoothing out once more. 

“You know I’d never do anything you don’t want me to right? And neither would any of my staff if I have anything to say about it.” Leonard said gently as he took your trembling hand into his that you didn’t even realize was shaking and gave it a small squeeze of reassurance.

“I know.” You wheezed out slightly, trying to suppress a cough as you tried to keep your emotions in check. “I know no one on board here wouldn’t, but I still can’t get past it sometimes.” You replied quietly, your voice small. 

Leonard pursed his lips for a moment before patting your hand gently and grabbing his tricoder. 

“We’ll talk more about that later, alright? Let’s get you feeling better first.” Leonard said as he squeezed your hand again gently. He then angled himself to better be able to run his tricoder over you. You nodded your permission, wanting to get this over with. 

Your previous confession had seemed to exhaust you even further. You were glad that Leonard was choosing to wait for the discussion, you were too tired tonight. 

Leonard worked quickly, seeing the tiredness in your posture. He ran the tricoder over your chest and along your back. His expression got more grim as he checked your lymphs and used his stethoscope to listen to your lungs. 

“So how long have you been sick Y/N? You’ve passed a simple cold and gone all the way straight to pneumonia.” Leonard’s expression set in a slight scowl as he replaced his stethoscope around his neck with a quiet click. 

“Uhm, maybe last week? The cough only started a couple days ago.” You said softly, trying not to encourage the doctors anger, you could see the vein in his forehead starting to bulge slightly. 

“Dammit, Y/N. You should have said something sooner. We could have gotten to it quicker, so now it’s going to take longer… where did you even get pneumonia?” Leonard started to rant quietly as he fixed up a couple hypos.

You knew he was trying his best not to get upset, and you really couldn’t blame him. You’d probably be angry too if you had to deal with people dodging medical attention on a constant basis and making their symptoms worse on top of it. 

You also knew where you got the pneumonia, and that person had sworn you to secrecy. So now you risked the wrath of the doctor if you lied or letting down a friend and you were debating on which was worse.

Unfortunately for you, or fortunately, depending on how you looked at it, Leonard was too good at his job. Before you could even answer, he knew by your hesitation. 

Leonard sighed deeply and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. “Jim. I’m gonna kill him. I should have known when you two canceled movie night. You never pass up an opportunity to torture me with old movies.”

“What can I say?” You smiled softly and shrugged. “Torturing you is half the fun of movie night.” 

“I’m going to let that slide on account of your being sick.” Leonard said with a small sigh. “Now let’s get this started.”

You eyed the hypos warily and Leonard seemed to sense your unease. 

“I wouldn’t give you anything without explaining it first. You know that right? I’m going to take care of you.” Leonard asked as he looked over at you, watching you nod. You knew he never would but shots of any kind still made you nervous.

“This one is a steroid and this one is an antibiotic. It’ll be a good start for now and hopefully help you breathing a little easier.” Leonard said as he rubbed your neck softly with his thumb before pressing the hypo gently to your neck. 

Leonard was done almost as fast as you could blink and was then pulling you over gently across the couch. You didn’t protest, you felt exhausted down to your bones and happily laid across the warm spot that Leonard previously occupied. 

“You rest here for a bit and I’ll be back soon to make you something to eat. I have another quick matter to attend to.” Leonard said with slightly narrowed eyes as he put a pillow behind your head and covered you with a blanket from the back of the couch. 

You knew that matter was Jim and you couldn’t help but smile softly as you watched Leonard pack up his medkit. He kissed the top of your head gently before making his way out the door. 

You quickly dug around in your pant pocket for your communicator, making yourself cough in the process. You quickly flipped it open and sent a 911 message to Jim. He’d know what it meant and you could only hope that he would read it in time before Leonard reached the bridge but you doubted the warning would do much good. 

Taking a deep wheezy breath, you settled on the couch, already thankful that you could already breathe a little easier, you settled into a light doze, waiting for Leonard to return.

[fireladybuckley]

Not Like This (Part 3)

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Fandom:  Star Trek AOS (Soulmate AU) Pairing: Reader x Bones Word Count: 3,028 Rating: Teen+ Warnings: Injuries, blood, surgery/hospital Tag List: @outside-the-government @littlecarowrites @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse  @feelmyroarrrr @trekken81 @lurkch @yourtropegirl @answer-the-sirens Author’s note:  I’m still absolutely flabbergasted by the amount of love I’ve gotten for this fic.  Thank you guys so much for the support!   I’ve added everyone who asked to be tagged since the last time, please let me know if I missed your name!   There will definitely be a part 4 to this fic, as I have more to write than I thought.  It is NOT written yet, though, so there’s a chance it will be a *little* longer for the last part.   Please enjoy!! 

              South? Where, behind the shuttle?  Or closer to the water?  Leonard sends a few more questioning thoughts as he runs, but he quickly realizes that his soulmate has completely stopped responding.  He slows to a walk for a moment, breathing hard, straining to catch any thoughts, but he can’t sense anything at all.  He’s approaching the crash site now and hurries forward at about the same time as the first responders, most of whom beeline for a crowd of people near the beach.   Remembering what she had told him, with the fear of her silence making his heart clench, he jogs around behind the shuttle, away from the crowd to the south.  There are many large pieces of the destroyed shuttle scattered around the area, smoking and smoldering, and it takes him a few minutes of searching before he sees a figure, prone on the ground, a short distance away.

               He runs over and stares down at the young woman, realizing almost immediately that she must be his soulmate, if only because the injuries match what she’d been able to tell him.  The fact that she is wearing a ripped and torn cadet uniform (minus the jacket) further confirms it.   He drops to his knees beside her and opens his pack, his expert eyes scanning her body for obvious injuries.  There was the long, jagged piece of shrapnel sticking out of her leg, and the large, deep cut on the back of her forearm, her skin coated with blood from it.  What she hadn’t told him, though, was that she clearly had a head injury.  There was a large gash on the side of her face that had bled down her neck and soaked into her shirt, and judging from how large it was and the angle that the projectile had hit, he was guessing she’d been knocked out at some point and probably had a concussion.  There are also multiple smaller cuts and bruises over her face, arms and chest, and she’s covered with a grimy mixture of soot from the smoke, ash and dust from the explosion that is still drifting through the air.

                 He watches her chest rise and fall for about ten seconds, until he’s sure she’s breathing properly, then takes her wrist, settling his fingers over the pulse point, ignoring the blood on her skin.  He can feel her pulse easily but it’s very fast and weak, and he wonders worriedly about the cause for her unconsciousness – whether it was the head injury, fluid loss from the arm wound, or some internal bleeding that he’d not yet detected.

                 Quickly, he pulls several large gauze pads from his pack, stacks them into a large wad and applies pressure to the arm wound, looking around as he does so, trying to see if there’s an ambulance nearby.   His soulmate desperately needs to get to the medical centre at the Academy, but he can see no one, and he is not going to leave her side anytime soon.    After a few minutes, the bleeding is slowing, so he adds a few more layers to the wad and secures them in place by wrapping it with a roll of gauze and tying it off directly over the wound.  

                 “Hey!  I need some help over here!” he yells in the direction of the medics, but in all of the commotion, what with more sirens in the distance, the crackling of the fire and shouting of people all around, no one seems to hear him.  He tries a few more times as he works, but still, no one comes.  He swears to himself and looks down at her, very reluctant to move away from her, even just a few meters away.  

                 There isn’t a lot he can do with her leg out here on the ground, so he begins to brace the metal by surrounding it with whole rolls of gauze on every side, trying to stabilize it.  Once he gets several inches built up around it, he secures the rolls in place with another long roll of stretchy gauze, doing his best to keep the shrapnel from moving.  This will allow her to be transported without the object tearing up the inside of her leg and potentially severing an artery.  Still no one has come to help and so he stands, looking around.   As he’s trying to figure out what he can do without leaving her side, it occurs to him that some of the medics are likely to be the people he works with regularly in the Academy medical clinic.  Retrieving his comm from his pocket, he quickly tries to contact one of the most competent medics that he can think of.  Thanking his lucky stars, the medic answers her comm and Leonard starts talking fast.

                 “It’s Dr. McCoy.  Are you at the site of the shuttle accident?”

                 “Yes sir, we’re just arriving now, I’m in the second wave of ambulances.”

                 “Perfect.  Can you and another come around behind the shuttle?  I’ve got a casualty in the debris.  She’s unconscious with a potential head injury, shrapnel puncture wound in the right quadricep and deep laceration to the forearm.  Her vitals are stable but quickly deteriorating. I’ve done what I can here but she needs to get to the medical centre.”

                 “Of course.  We’ll be right there with a stretcher.”

                 Leonard snaps his comm shut and tosses it back into his pocket, kneeling down beside his soulmate’s limp form, his stomach twisting with concern and worry.   He’s almost certain she’ll be just fine with the proper care, but the sense of urgency is doing a number on his nerves.

                 A minute later, the medic he’d called appears around the edge of the destroyed shuttle and spots him.  She hurries towards Leonard with her partner, their hover-stretcher following noiselessly in their wake.

                 “Thank god,” he says, waving her over.  

                 “I trust you’ve done everything I would, Doctor?” the medic asks.

                 “Of course,” he replies, watching as she lowers the hover bed so that it’s directly beside his soulmate.

              “Good. Let’s get her to Emerg then,” she says.  Leonard helps her get his soulmate onto the stretcher, then follows the medics as they hurry back to their ambulance.   He gets into the back without either medic saying a thing, and before he knows it, they’re off and flying towards the Academy, staying fairly low to the ground.   He reaches for his soulmate’s hand, realizing belatedly that he doesn’t even know her name.  All the things they’ve chatted about, and he never thought to ask her to actually tell him her name.  She looks so small and helpless lying there, covered in blood and soot, and it makes his heart hurt that this had to be their first meeting.   She moans softly as his hands wrap around one of hers, shifting slightly, but she doesn’t wake.  He stays with her the whole way, right up to the door of the emergency surgery theatre, where he darts off into another room and begins to scrub up.  He changes into scrubs and puts on the gown and all other sanitary guards, washing his hands up to the elbows before gloves are pulled onto his hands by a nearby nurse.  

                Leonard walks into the operating theatre and sees that they’ve already got her under anaesthesia, the breathing tube inserted and attached to the ventilator.  He doesn’t even have a chance to say anything before the surgeon looks up, spots him standing there and shakes her head.

 “You’re not supposed to be in here, McCoy, it’s not your shift.”  

 “I don’t care, I want to help,” he says, reaching for a PADD that has his soulmate’s information on it.  

                “No.”  The surgeon walks over to him and motions for a nurse to take the device from him, frowning.  “We have a full team, McCoy, there’s no need for you to be here.”  Her frown deepens as the nurse plucked the PADD from his grip, and eyes him with concern and skepticism.  “You just contaminated your gloves with the PADD, McCoy.  I don’t think I’ve ever seen you compromise the sterile field before.”

                “Please,” he begs, ignoring her last words in his desperation, “I know I can help.  I found her on the field, I know exactly what happened, I-”

                “How were you even on location?” the surgeon asks, staring at him suspiciously.   “It was my impression that all of the fourth year medical cadets had finals today.”

                “Look, I don’t have time to explain.  Just let me be part of this,” he says forcefully, his tone rough and unintentionally aggressive.  Her eyebrow raises as she looks at him, and he realizes too late that he’s just blown any chance of him participating in his soulmate’s care.

                “You are out of line, Cadet McCoy.  You need to leave this operating theatre right now and return to your classes or I will call security.  That is an order!”  Leonard hesitates long enough that the surgeon stares at him in amazement, having never once seen the younger doctor fail to obey a direct order before.  “What the hell has gotten into you, McCoy?”

                “She – she’s my soulmate,” he manages to say, feeling physically sick at the thought of both his soulmate lying unconscious on the operating table, and at the fact that he was actively disobeying a direct order.  “I found her on the field because she was able to guide me to her when she was conscious.  I can’t just leave her.”  His words are laced with desperation now, his eyes pleading over his surgical mask.  There is silence in the room, all of the nurses looking on nervously, one of them hovering near the comm in the corner, ready to call security.  After an agonizingly long moment in which she carefully scrutinizes Leonard’s face, the surgeon sighs as her expression softens a little.

                “Against my better judgement, I will allow you to remain in the theatre, but you are not participating in the surgery.  That is my only offer.  Take it or leave it,” she tells him, her tone firm and unyielding, holding his gaze.  He nods quickly, wishing that he could help, but knowing that it’s better than nothing. Many other surgeons would have had him dragged from the theatre for his insubordination.

                “Thank you,” he tells her, his hushed tone one of gratitude.  She nods curtly as she goes back to her preparations for the surgery, and Leonard moves so he’s out of the way of the nurses and holds his soulmate’s uninjured hand, tucked in a chair against the side of the biobed.  He doesn’t know why she’s let him stay, but he stays quiet, grateful to still be there at all after his little outburst, his heart racing uncomfortably fast.

                Time passes slowly as Leonard watches the surgeon and nurses work. He’s itching to take part in the care, but he knows that this team is one of the best in the centre, so at least his soulmate is in good hands.  He holds her hand throughout, stroking it and thinking reassuring thoughts at her, though her mind remains silent and blank.  He’s relieved when the surgeon announces that the shrapnel in her leg has only just nicked the femoral artery and that it will be fairly easy to repair.  He watches intently as she removes the shrapnel and, after cleaning the blood out of the wound, carefully micro-sutures the small tear in the artery. She then puts in subcutaneous sutures before closing the skin along the edges of the wound.   Leonard has to admire her skill; her hands are even steadier than his and every stitch is absolutely perfect.

                “Are you wondering why I let you stay, Leonard?” she asks him after a lengthy silence, as she removes the bandaging he’d applied and examines his soulmate’s forearm.  She begins to suture the wound there, glancing at him after a moment.  He nods, vaguely noting that her tone is much softer than before, and she smiles behind her mask, her eyes crinkling slightly.   “A few years ago, when I came to this campus from across the country, I too found my soulmate.”  She glances at him to see that he’s still listening raptly, and so, she continues. “She was amazing.  We each figured out the identity of the other pretty quickly and had an amazing few months together.  Then she got hurt.  Very hurt.” She pauses, and Leonard can almost feel the pain radiating from her at the memory.  “I had a moment very like you just did, insisting that I help with her surgeries.  I was banished from the operating room for being emotionally compromised and endured the worst hours of my life, waiting.”   Leonard nods, his eyes full of understanding.

                “Is she okay now?” he asks, a bit tentatively.  He’s hoping her story doesn’t have a tragic ending, and he feels relieved when he sees her smile again.

                “Oh yes,” she replies, chuckling.  “She’s healthier than me, I think.  But the point is, when you told me she was your soulmate… I remembered how desperate I was, how painful those hours were, and I didn’t want you to suffer like I did.” Leonard doesn’t respond for a moment, thinking about how distraught he would be right at this moment if he wasn’t in the theatre, able to see everything.  He knows he would be pacing anxiously back and forth, feeling sick with worry and fear.

                “Thank you,” he says again, squeezing his soulmate’s hand for his own reassurance.  “I’m very glad your soulmate came through.”  The surgeon smiles and continues on with her stitching in amiable silence, and before he knows it, the surgery is over.    The surgeon runs a tricorder over his soulmate’s head and neck area, scanning for any broken bones and swelling or bruising of the brain to indicate if she has a concussion, and if so, how severe.  She also runs it down over her chest and legs, checking for any missed fractures.

                “Looks like there’s some swelling to the brain, but considering how long she was out beforehand and the nature of her injuries, it’s much better than I was expecting.  A few cracked ribs, but those should mend well enough on their own.  We’ll move her to ICU for now and see how she does.”

                The nurses lead Leonard and the biobed bearing his soulmate into a recovery room, just off of the operating theatre.  Once his soulmate starts breathing on her own after the anaesthesia wears off, they remove her breathing tube and do a full round of vital checks, changing up the nearly empty IV bag for a new one.   After an hour or so of closely monitoring her vitals, which the surgeon has graciously allowed Leonard to do, his soulmate is moved to a room in the ICU.  He stands back as a different doctor hooks her up to a saline drip and places a cannula in her nose to keep her oxygen saturation up. The doctor tests her reactions to stimuli to make sure she’s come out of the anaesthesia properly.  She’s able to localize and withdraw from any painful stimuli, and her pupils are reacting normally to light, despite her unconscious state.  

                “She’s come out of the anaesthesia, but she’ll probably be asleep for a while, considering her injuries,” the doctor tells Leonard, as he enters some information into his PADD.  “You can stay with her as long as you like, McCoy.  I’ll let your supervisor know why you haven’t shown up for your evening shift.”

                Leonard nods his wordless thanks and sits down beside his soulmate, taking her hand once again.  He sits still for several long moments, looking down at her, wishing there was something more that he could do.  He realizes that although they’d mopped up a bit of the blood and soot around her major wounds, she’s still pretty filthy, covered with blood, soot and dirt. Leonard stands and retrieves a small basin from under the sink and a soft cloth from a nearby cupboard, able to find everything quickly thanks to his knowledge of the medical centre.  He fills the basin with warm water and brings it to her bedside, placing it on the nightstand beside the bed.  The warm water runs over his hands as he wrings out the cloth, and he begins to carefully wipe away the blood from her arm. The water in the bowl quickly turns an orange-brown as he meticulously and gently removes all of the blood and dirt from either of her arms.  

                He changes the water and tosses the cloth into a hamper, retrieving a new cloth to use for her face.  He begins to very gently wipe away the soot over her forehead, the soft cloth slipping along her skin.  As Leonard carefully clears her skin of blood and dirt, her features are exposed to him and he can see her face clearly for the first time.  She looks vaguely familiar, and he’s sure that he’s seen her before in passing, perhaps in the cafeteria or one of the study rooms.  He sighs as he carefully cleans around the wound on the side of her face, clearing up all the dried blood and dirt there, wishing he’d known before now who she was.

                One of the passes of the cloth over her cheek sends a trickle of water down her jawline and down her neck, as he hadn’t wrung the cloth out well enough.  He hurries to catch the trail of water before it soaks into her clothes, when she suddenly moans, her head moving slightly.  He freezes on the spot, his hand still resting gently on her neck through the cloth, watching her face as she moans softly again.

                “Hey,” he says gently, calling to her.  “Wake up, darlin’.”   She turns her head slightly, her lips parting like she’s about to speak, but nothing comes of it and she lies still.  He sighs, disappointed, but a moment later, before he can even resume the washing of her skin, she moans again and her eyes begin to slowly flutter open as she creeps back into consciousness.

Read chapter four here

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[youre-on-a-starship]

Prompt: “would you ever write a fic where you had to take care of an injured/sick Bones?” -Anon

Word Count: 2,932

Author’s Note: Sorry this one took a little longer than expected. I’ve had this idea running around for a long time and I got a little carried away with it. I really hope you enjoy it!

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Focussing on the pulsing whoosh of blood through your ears helped you focus on the moment at hand. The heat from your coffee cup started becoming too much to bear and you placed it on the table. You ran your fingers through your hair and looked up at the clock. It was going on hour twenty-three.

Two nurses sat across from you, each on their PADDs scrolling through a collection of their messages from each other and from home, trying to collect their thoughts during their brief respite.

“Doctor McCoy?”

You turned at the voice. Christine was in the doorway, a timid look on her face.

“What’s going on?” you asked, standing, already knowing somehow.

“He’s awake.”

“Thank God,” you breathed as you rushed out of the room after her.

You stuck your hand in your pocket to feel for your tricorder as you approached the closed door of Leonard’s room.

“Can you let Captain Kirk know that he’s up?” you asked as you overtook Christine.

“Should I let him in right away?” she started falling back, turning for a computer terminal.

“Let me gauge him first, just keep Kirk outside for now,” you nodded your thanks as you opened the door.

Leonard was laid out under a thin sheet. His arms rested on the top of the sheet, a thick bandage wrapped from wrist to shoulder on his left.

“Hi,” you said, watching as he stared at you, trying to get his bearings. “You with me?”

“I think so,” he groaned. “Havin’ some trouble seein’ you, though.”

“It’s probably the morphine,” you said, pulling out your tricorder and beginning your scan at his head. “Your vision should be alright, you didn’t sustain -”

“Banged my head real good,” he said, his eyebrows twitching. “You ain’t supposed to be doin’ that.”

“I wouldn’t trust anyone else with you,” you said, pausing your scan for a moment and meeting his swimming hazel eyes.

“What happens when I die?”

“Don’t you start,” you snapped, resuming your scan. “That’s exactly why I couldn’t let anyone else have you. I trust myself.”

Leonard was quiet while you finished your scan. You were aware of his eyes on your face the whole time, reading you for clues about his condition. You were careful not to give anything away, keeping your jaw set and your eyes trained on the tricorder readouts.

When you put the device away, Leonard finally spoke again.

“Am I gonna live?” he tried to sound nonchalant, but you heard the dead tone in his voice.

“I think so,” you winked at him. “Lee, can you remember anything about what happened?”

“I remember the fall.”

Of course he'd skip to the good part.

“Can you tell me what lead up to that?” you prodded, stepping to the computer terminal and inputting the tricorder’s readouts.

“I was with Spock, we were running from their security team. Spock called for evacuation, and then they started firing,” Leonard took a deep breath. You looked back at him and he had his eyes screwed shut.

“Leonard?”

“I thought I was dead, Y/N,” Leonard said.

You stepped to the side of the bed and gently laid a hand on the side of his face.

“You’re not dead, Lee,” you breathed. “You’re right here.”

“I know,” he mouthed, blinking in place of nodding. “They started firing. I took one to the leg. I went down, I rolled… Rolled right off a damn cliff.”

“You didn’t hit the bottom,” you said.

“No?” he looked up at you, eyes swimming with morphine and worry and relief. “I blacked out when I hit the outcropping.”

“Scotty got you.”

Leonard let out a small puff of air like a laugh.

“So what’s the damage?”

“It’s not good, Lee,” you set yourself gingerly on the side of the bed and stroked his hair with your fingertips. “You hit that cliff face really hard.”

“Am I going to walk again?” he asked, seeming to sense where this was going.

“I’m optimistic,” you nodded. “You broke your spine in two places, snapped your femur clean in half…”

“What about this?” Leonard looked down at his arm, the bandage contouring to the definition of the limb.

“Surprisingly, you didn’t shatter it. Cracked the humerus in two places, nothing serious. You tore the skin right off most of it. We did a graft and we’re giving you periodic treatments with the dermal regenerator. It’ll heal the fastest,” you reached down and touched your fingers to his. “You got a nice bump on the head, but no lasting damage as far as we can tell.”

“Who’s ‘we?’”

“M’Benga’s been keeping an eye on me.”

“So my back…”

“We bridged both points and we’re getting promising readings so far,” you looked down the length of his body, “Can you wiggle your toes for me?”

Leonard sucked in a deep breath and you saw tiny twitching movements under the blanket.

“You might just walk again, McCoy,” you smiled softly at him, tracing your eyes over his face. “How’s the pain?”

“Can’t feel it, just uncomfortable.”

“I wish I could move you,” you stroked his hair again. “Is there anything you want, Lee?”

“I’m not going to be able to get back to work any time soon, am I?”

“Not for a little while. If you’re good and do everything we tell you to we might be able to get you back behind your desk within the month. But you’re sure as hell not doing anything physical for a while, yet.”

His eyes glazed over with tears and he tried blinking them away. He looked down his body and you saw his jaw tighten as he grit his teeth.

“Hey, Lee?” you murmured, standing and leaning over his head.

“Yeah?” he looked up at you with these wide, childlike eyes.

“I need to go talk to Jim, he wanted to know when you woke up.”

“I don’t want him to see me like this.”

“I won’t let him in, then,” you dipped your head and waited for his eyes to flutter closed in consent before you touched your lips to his. “And Lee?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you for not dying.”

“Anytime,” the corner of his mouth tugged up slightly as you stood up. “Thanks for saving me.”

“Anytime,” you smiled at him as you strode to the door.

“He’s awake?” Kirk greeted you on the other side. You made sure the door was closed before you stepped away from it.

“He’s awake, yeah,” you said, rubbing your face before carding your fingers through your greasy hair.

“Can I see him?” Kirk had wild eyes.

“He’s asked for privacy right now,” you stuffed your hands in your pockets, realizing you left your tricorder in Leonard’s room. “He’s just not up to it yet.”

“Yeah, yeah, of course,” Kirk nodded, staring pointedly at the ground before looking back up at you. “How bad is he?”

“He’ll live, I have no doubt about that,” you said, ushering Kirk back to the coffee room. “He fractured the spine in two places, but we’ve successfully bridged that. Snapped the femur, but we set and bonded that. We got the bullet out of his thigh. Broke the humerus in two places, we bonded that, and we grafted the skin on his arm and he’s responding well to the regeneration treatments, so I’d say it’s only a matter of time until he’s back to his grouchy self.”

Kirk nodded as you sat across from him at the break table. The nurses were all gone; it was just the two of you in the small space.

“How are you holding up?” he asked after a moment of silence.

“I’ve been better,” you nodded. “I… I really thought I lost him, Jim.”

Kirk reached across the table and you took his hand, leaning your other arm on the table to support your head as you bent over, letting the hours that lead up to this moment catch up to you.

“I thought marrying the CMO was the safe choice,” you breathed into your sleeve.

Kirk just rubbed his thumb over the back of your hand.

“That’s why I did what I did, Jim,” you lifted your head and looked at him through rippling eyes. “I couldn’t let him die.”

“I know,” Kirk said. “And if it comes down to it, I’ll make a case for you. I know no one in this medbay could’ve done a better job, ‘cept the man himself.”

“I couldn’t let him die,” you breathed again. “It’s not that I don’t trust anyone else, it’s just that I… I had to know that if he did… if he did die that everything had been done to prevent it. I had to know.”

“I understand,” Kirk said. “And trust me, it sounds like you did everything right. Would you… would you consider stepping down now? Letting M’Benga take over?”

You nodded.

“It’s just rehab now,” you mumbled.

“Exactly. I don’t want to have to explain more than is necessary.”

“I’m sorry for making this difficult for you.”

“Hey, I’m not complaining, I agree with you. If it’s not Bones working on me, it’s you I want. I mean, he and I have history, but you’re amazing.”

You smirked.

“Is there anything else I can do for you, Jim?” you asked, withdrawing your hand and drawing yourself up to full height, rubbing your face again as you yawned.

“Just let me know when he’s ready to see me. I don’t just want to talk to him about the report - that’s the least of my worries - I just want to see him for myself. Make sure he’s alright, you know?”

You nodded and tapped the back of your chair with your palm as you stepped to the door.

“Goodnight, Jim.”

“Good afternoon, Doctor.”

Touching the access panel to Leonard’s room, you waited for the door to slide open quietly before stepping in.

Leonard’s eyes snapped open, readjusting to consciousness.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hey,” you smiled, stepping to the computer terminal and grabbing your tricorder. “Left this.”

“Hey, Y/N?”

“Yeah?” you stood next to the bed, looking down at his swimming eyes.

“Will you stay with me?”

You nodded, leaning down to kiss him again.

“I’m going to go back home and take a shower first, alright? If you need anything, M’Benga’s taking over.”

“You handed me off?”

“It’ll make the reports easier. Jim’s already going to have to make some serious arguments to make up for my role in your case.”

“I guess,” Leonard’s fingers twitched as he thought about moving to touch you. You laid your hand on his instead.

“I’m going to go take a shower and then I’ll come back, alright?”

“Alright.”

“I’ll be as fast as I can,” you bent and kissed his forehead. “Rest.”

--

You woke with Leonard’s fingers laced through yours and his sour breath cascading over your face.

“Morning,” he mumbled as you stirred.

“Morning,” you twisted yourself so you could see his face. “How long have I been asleep?”

“Hell if I know, I’ve been in and out.”

You groaned as you sat up. Your chair was several inches lower than the bed, and now your back had seized up.

“How do you feel?” you croaked, stretching your arms over your head.

“Like I’ve been hit by a transport. You?”

“Like I’ve been hunched over for a couple hours. Has Jim been by yet?”

“No, he’ll probably burst in any minute.”

“Great,” you let your arms fall to your sides. You reached up and laid one hand on his hair and the other on his hand. He wound his fingers through yours and squeezed.

“Thanks for saving me,” he murmured.

“You said that already.”

“Doesn’t make it any less true.”

“You’re welcome, my love,” you stood and hovered over him watching his face.

His eyes danced around your face before he let them slide shut and the tendons in his neck tensed. You pressed your lips to his with a soft smile.

When you pulled back Leonard tensed his fingers around yours.

“I love you,” he murmured.

As you opened your mouth to respond, the door opened and Kirk walked in. You sat back in your chair and watched as Kirk’s face changed from his usual pleasant resting expression to one of shock.

“Oh my God, Bones,” he breathed, looking at the bandage on Leonard’s arm that was slowly growing pinker the longer he lay there.

Leonard looked down his body, avoiding watching Jim scrutinize him.

“What’s going on Jim?” you asked, trying to draw his attention away.

“Huh?” Jim looked at you, vacant for a moment before shaking his head. “Right, sorry. I’m here to see you, actually.”

“Is this about..?”

“Yeah. Can we step outside?”

“Jim, whatever you have to say you can say here. I’ll just end up telling Leonard anyway.”

Jim sighed and clasped his hands behind his back.

“You’re up for court martial.”

“Shit,” you hissed.

“Are you kidding me?” Leonard raised his voice, wincing at the pain.

“I’m sorry, I really tried -”

“Don’t worry about it,” you waved him off. “I expected this. Can I chose my own JAG lawyer?”

“We’ll have to talk about that privately,” Jim said hesitantly. “I just wanted to let you know right away.”

“Alright. I’ve got someone in mind, anyway.”

“Y/N, I can’t lose you -” Leonard let your fingers go and wrapped his hand around your forearm, gripping like you were about to walk out of the room forever.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“If you get discharged…” there was a panicked warning note in his voice.

“I’m not leaving you alone out here, alright?” you lowered your voice. “You’re hurting me.”

Leonard relaxed his grip but he didn’t let go.

“I’m not leaving. Remember Asha?”

“Yeah,” his voice was small now.

“She’ll help me. Don’t worry about it, alright?”

“We’ll talk about this in private,” Jim said again, eyeing Leonard’s arm. “How do you feel?”

“Like shit, Jim,” Leonard said, still watching you.

“He’s going to be fine, Jim,” you turned to look at the Captain. “It’s going to take time, but he’s going to be right back to normal. I promise.”

“Yeah,” Jim rubbed his temple. “I’m going to go. I’ll see you later, Bones. Y/N.”

Jim turned on his heel and left.

“Fuck,” Leonard hissed.

“He’s just not used to the roles being reversed: he’s supposed to be where you are on any given day.”

“I don’t care about him right now, what are we going to do?” Leonard started squeezing your arm again, although gently this time.

“Like I said, I’m going to try to get Asha as my lawyer.”

“And then what? You can’t lie and say you didn’t operate on me.”

“No, but I only did it because it was an emergency. I can use that as a defence.”

“It’s a bad defence,” he growled.

“She’s done more with less. She’s had a few of these cases in the past, that’s why I want her. Not because she’s my best friend.”

“I can’t lose you,” Leonard squeezed hard once before relaxing again, wincing with the effort.

“You’re going to hurt yourself,” you laid your other hand on his. “We’re going to be fine. I’m not going anywhere. You think I didn’t consider this when I took the reigns? I took a calculated risk, Lee. And you’re going to be okay because I did what I did.”

Leonard opened and closed his mouth several times before looking away.

“I don’t know how to be on this end of it.”

“I know,” you rubbed your thumb back and forth on his hand. “Just relax. Sleep if you can. I’m going to figure out what time it is and I’ll see when your next round of regeneration is gonna be. You’ll feel better after that. Are you hungry?”

“I can’t tell.”

“Alright, I’ll find you something,” you lifted his hand from your arm and set it back on the bed. “I’ll be right back.”

Leonard nodded and watched as you turned around to leave.

When the door whooshed shut behind you, you leaned back on it, covering your face with your hands.

“You screwed up.”

“I know, Jim.”

“I can get you the lawyer you want,” you felt his hand on your shoulder, “but you’ve got a hell of a fight ahead of you. The Admiralty is pissed.”

“I know,” you let your hands fall to your hips. “Take care of him for me, alright?”

“I will.”

“He’s not in a good place, Jim. He’s scared. When’s the trial?”

“It’s set for two weeks from now.”

“Can we keep this between us for a few days?” you asked, looking up at him. His lips were pursed.

“I can keep it between us for two weeks if you want me to,” Jim squeezed your shoulder.

“He’s just overwhelmed,” you hung your head. “If we can just get some of these injuries off his plate he might feel more up to dealing with… with my mistake.”

“I wouldn’t call it a mistake,” Jim said, “I mean, look at him, he’s alive because of you. It was just one of those decisions. Look, I’m going to be called to testify and I’m gonna do everything I can to -”

“Thanks, Jim,” you said, straightening yourself back up and shrugging his hand off your shoulder. “Is there anything else you need?”

“Not right now.”

“Alright then. My husband needs something to eat and I need a goddamn cup of coffee,” you brushed your uniform straight and strode past Jim to the medbay door.

[medicatemedrmccoy]

All Along

I was listening to the radio yesterday and was struck with inspiration for fic.

I shared this fic idea with @imoutofmyvulcanmind and she wrote a sister fic that goes along with this fic and features Jim. All About Loving You, found here. It’s beautiful.

So here we go! Lyrics are in italics, sprinkled throughout the story. It might not be the most perfectly matched song, but its what came to mind for it.

Leonard x Female Reader(there really wasnt much getting around this one this time)

3,771 word(s) of pretty much just fluff(kinda got away from me a little)

No warnings - but it is a little different as most of this is from Leonard’s POV. Hopefully it’s okay and you guys like it.

Leonard stood at the small living room window, staring out into the backyard where you lay gazing up at the stars, with two glasses of tea in his hands. He was so lost in thought that he didn’t hear his mother come up behind him.

“I know that look. What’s on your mind, Leonard?” Elenora asked as she was drying her hands with a small dish towel, coming to stand by her son to see what had captured his attention so completely. Leonard glanced at his mother, her eyes curious and concerned with the way he’s been acting tonight. Leonard almost didn’t want to say, but in the end he decided to spill, hoping to get a second opinion.

“Mom, do you ever take a step back and realize that something has been staring you in the face the whole time and you were too blind to see?” Leonard began cryptically as he walked away from the window and sat down on the edge of the couch. Elenora went to follow, but not before catching a glimpse at what Leonard had been staring at before, a knowing smile crept up on her lips.

I've been a walking heartache, I've made a mess of me

Flashback:

A young girl sitting on the side of the dusty gravel road, clutching her knee tightly and sniffling. Her bike laying haphazardly in the road, next to the big rock she had tumbled over.

“Hey, are you okay?” A small boy called out as he noticed the small girl wipe away a tear and look up at him. The girl whimpered softly and shook her head as he watched her clutch her knee tightly. The boy frowned as he made his way over to her quickly and laid down his bike.

The person that I've been lately, ain't who I wanna be

“Here, let me see it.” The boy asked with his hands on his knees. The girl moved her hands away from her knee and the boy made a small grimace, it looked pretty bad but he wouldn’t admit it out loud to her, instead he jumped up to his feet and made his way to his bike. “You wait here, I’ll be right back, okay? I promise.”

The girl nodded her head with another small sniff and the boy hopped on his bike and peddled as fast as he could through the field and back to his house. He jumped off his bike and dashed inside, running quickly to the bathroom. Thankfully his parents were both out back so there wouldn’t be any questions of injuries.

The boy quickly climbed on the sink to reach the top shelf and grabbed a small bottle of ointment and a few bandaids and quickly made his way back to his bike and sped off the way he had come. The girl was thankfully just where he left her as he hopped off his bike once more, red faced, and almost out of breath at this point.

“I brought you some stuff my mom always uses for me. It burns like the dickens at first but it’ll help, I promise.” The boy said as he pulled out the small bottle of ointment and a couple bandaids.

“Want some help?” The boy added in as the girl made no movement to grab the ointment. The girl nodded slightly as the boy slowly and carefully moved her knee and pulled her ripped jeans away from the scrape.

But you stay here right beside me and watch as the storm blows through and I need you

“This is going to burn okay? But it’ll go away soon. I promise” The boy reminded the girl as he got the ointment ready to put on her knee. She nodded in reply and closed her eyes tight, waiting for the burn. The boy wasn’t lying and it burned like crazy. The girl bit her lip and shut her eyes tighter as she took in a small gasp from the sting, but the boy was right, it soon went away and when she opened her eyes she had a fresh band-aid on her knee.

“Feels better doesn’t it?” The boy asked, standing back up and offering his hand. The girl nodded with a small grin and took his hand as he helped her to her feet.

“I’m Leonard by the way, what’s your name?” Leonard asked when the girl was firmly on her feet, testing out her knee.

“I’m Y/N. Thank you for helping me.” The girl replied as she wiped the remaining tears from her eyes, her smile growing wider and in turn making Leonard sprout a big smile of his own.

:End Flashback

'Cause god gave me you for the ups and downs, god gave me you for the days of doubt

“Ahh yes, I remember that day like it was yesterday. The two of you took to each other like ducks to water after that day. Hardly a day went by that the two of you weren’t off causing trouble.” Elenora remembered fondly as she sat down next to Leonard, patting his knee softly.

“Yeah, we were inseparable.” Leonard smiled at the memories of the two of you out in the field on summer days, the snowball fights in the winter, playing in the leaves in fall, and chasing rabbits in the spring.

“But it’s also got me so confused mom. I don’t even know where to start, or if she even feels the same way? And I’m as nervous as a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.” Leonard continued, making Elenora pause for a moment and pursed her lips slightly before lifting her head to look at her son, meeting his eyes.

And for when I think I lost my way, there are no words here left to say, it's true, god gave me you

“Son, I don’t claim to be an expert, but this is what I know. You’ve come a long way since you were just a boy and copying your father in his clinic all those years ago. You’ve made some mistakes along the way sure, but you’ve always learned from them and made the best of it and kept going. You’ve been through some extremely tough situations and known more heartache than anyone ever should. Even despite that, you have a wonderful outlook and a heart of gold and a forgiving nature and I couldn’t ask for a better son. Whatever you do, all I know is that you deserve to be happy. You’ve suffered enough Leonard. Y/N has been with you through everything and if this is going to make you happy, then you should seize it with both hands and never let it go.” Elenora finished with a fine sheen glistening in her eyes. Leonard looked back at his mother fondly and lovingly, a sheen of his own almost apparent in his eyes as well before he blinked them back quickly.

“You’re right mom. Here goes nothing.” Leonard said, his mind made up as he got up from the couch slowly and made his way to the door, pausing at the screen door, gazing out across the lawn to you once more, his mind slipping back once again to all those years ago.

There's more here than what we're seeing, a divine conspiracy

Flashback:

“Hello? A tired voice mumbled groggily into the phone. Leonard cringed inwardly, he hated to be a bother, especially with how late he knew you had been working lately.

“Hey Y/N, I’m sorry, did I wake you?” Leonard’s voice was unusually quiet and hollow on the other end of the line. He just couldn’t muster the energy to try and make himself sound anything but empty.

“Its…” There was a pause for a moment and Leonard guessed she was looking at the time. “1am Leonard, of course you woke me up, but what’s going on, are you okay?” Her voice suddenly going from slightly annoyed to concerned, it wasn’t like Leonard to call this late at night.

That you an angel lovely, could somehow fall for me

“Yeah I’m okay, but no I’m not alright. I mean, I don’t know.” Leonard sighed into the phone, before taking a deep breath on the other end. He hated burdening her with this. She had already been a tremendous help with everything else these past couple months, but there was no one else he felt he could turn to right now.

“Its alright Len, you can tell me.” She encouraged softly, otherwise staying quiet until Leonard decided if he really wanted to talk about it or not.

“I think… I think Joce and I are finally done.” Leonard confessed quietly after several seconds, so quiet she almost didn’t hear it. Leonard wasn’t sure what else to do.

“Oh god Leonard, are you sure this time? I mean…” She trailed off quietly. She knew Leonard and Jocelyn had been having problems, and there was talk of divorce but she had always thought that they would work through it and had been nothing but encouraging.

“Yeah, I think it’s for good this time.” Leonard breathed out, as if the words had actual weight attached to them. The stress in his voice just oozing through the phone, it was the first time he had admitted it outloud since him and Joce had finally agreed a couple days ago.

“Oh, Len, I’m so sorry. I can’t imagine what you must be going through. If there’s anything at all I can do to help, you know I’ll do it.” Leonard could hear the sincerity behind her words and he breathed out a small sigh of relief, already feeling somewhat better, just by hearing her voice and knowing she was there for him.

You'll always be love's great martyr, and I'll be the flattered fool, and I need you

“That’s kind of why I called Y/N.” Leonard sighed softly into the phone. “I can’t… I can’t stay here anymore. Would it be okay if I maybe came and stayed at your place for a couple days? Just until I can think things through?” Leonard asked hopefully, he hated to ask but he couldn’t stand to be under the same roof as Jocelyn any longer.

“Of course you can, Len. You know I’ve only got that old lumpy couch but you’re welcome to it as long as you need it. Are you coming tonight? I’ll fix it up for you.” She said quickly and Leonard could hear the rustling of sheets in the background, waiting on Leonard’s reply before she fully got out of bed.

“If it’s not too much trouble?” Leonard asked hesitantly. “I can’t be here right now.”

“Sure. Come over and I’ll have it ready for you, okay? No worries.” She replied as she got up out of bed and Leonard could hear her closet opening where he knew she kept a few extra blankets.

God gave me you for the ups and downs, god gave me you for the days of doubt

“Thank you, Y/N, thank you so much. You’re amazing.” Leonard said softly into the phone. “I’ll be there soon.” Leonard finished quietly before hanging up the phone. Leonard breathed out a heavy sigh as he sat his phone back down on the island. If he had nothing left after this divorce was over, at the very least he would still have Y/N by his side, and that thought comforted him.

:End Flashback

Leonard took a deep breath, shaking his head of the memory as he fumbled with the door and the glasses of tea in his hands until Elenora finally came and opened the door for him.

“Thanks mom.” Leonard replied with a sheepish grin. Elenora returned his grin with a wink, and shooed him quietly out of the door. Leonard’s grin turned into a smile with a small eyeroll, he mouthed “wish me luck” to his mom as he walked slowly out the door.

Leonard slowly and quietly walked to the end of the porch, watching you as you put your arms behind your head, pointing and drawing out the star constellations with your fingers. Leonard couldn’t help but grin at the sight, even if his heart was beating faster and his stomach was in knots. Leonard began walking down the steps as his mind wandered once more as he made his way to where you lay.

And for when I think I lost my way, there are no words here left to say, it's true, god gave me you

Flashback:

“Good lord, I didn’t think there would be so much work involved!” She groaned loudly into her pillow as she looked around the floor at all her books scattered around and all her note tabs on her PADD.

“No one forced you to follow me, Y/N.” Leonard said with a smirk as he watched her from his small bed, his own PADD in his hands, going over his notes and homework, laughing to himself. Secretly he was grateful that you decided to follow after him. It made the transition easier and it calmed his nerves and eased his mind knowing you were beside him still, backing him up.

“What? You really thought I was going to let you come alone and have all the fun and adventures? I think not, Leonard! Who else is going to take care of your grumpy ass?” She said, trying to sound offended, but Leonard knew better and gave her a small snort in reply. He’d never admit that she was right, and he probably would have never made it this far without her.

“Then you better get to work, Y/N. That paper isn’t going to write itself.” Jim teased from his small bed on the other side of the room, prying himself away from his own studies to take a jab at her.

On my own I'm only half of what I could be, I can't do without you

“Oh now it’s two against one? I thought you were on my side, Kirk? Who asked you anyway?” She replied with a huff, tossing her pillow at Jim’s head, hitting him square in the face. Leonard always thought that she had a good arm, and she could prove it, he remembered those snowballs to his own face none too fondly. Jim just stared at her pillow in shock. Leonard then rolled his eyes and continued his homework.

She didn’t expect to actually hit him. Her hand quickly went to her mouth as she tried to hold in her laugh, but failed miserably, she cracked up at the incredulous look on Jim’s face. Leonard had to admit to himself that it was pretty funny, and hid his smirk behind his PADD.

“Oh you think that’s funny do you? This means war!” Jim declared, returning fire with his own pillows, but missing and almost knocking over her drink on the table.

“Alright you infants, that’s enough before you break everything in the room.” Leonard glared over his PADD at the two of them, they froze in mid throw as he spoke. The two of them exchanged knowing glances and both quickly turned to look at Leonard, with mischievous grins on both their faces.

We are stitched together and what love has tethered, I pray we never undo

“Oh no, don’t you dare! I will hypo the two of you into next week if you so even…” Leonard warned but he didn’t get very far before the pillows were flying in his direction, he barely had time to block the shots, returning fire in kind. Laughter and squeals filled the room as the three of you battled it out, letting off some much needed steam.

:End Flashback

“Did you get lost?” You teased as you heard Leonard’s footsteps getting closer, leaning your head over in his direction, snapping Leonard out of his thoughts.

“You know how mom is, always needs help with something. In this case, the dishes.” Leonard lied smoothly, covering up his and his moms earlier conversation, he had hoped anyway. He was grateful that it was dark outside, so it hid the fact that he was beginning to sweat.

“You should have hollered, I would have came and helped.” You said as you sat up, taking the tea from Leonard’s outstretched hand, taking a long sip. Leonard’s mom really knew how to make a mean glass of iced tea.

“Nonsense, I didn’t ask you to come with me to visit so you can do dishes.” Leonard laughed slightly out of amusement and slightly to try and hide his nervousness as he sat down close to you in the grass.

“Thanks for the invite by the way. It was nice seeing your mom and dad again, it’s been way too long.” You said, glancing over at Leonard, sitting your tea in your lap. You regarded Leonard closely, it hadn’t escaped you that he had been acting odd tonight.

'Cause god gave me you for the ups and downs, god gave me you for the days of doubt

“No worries, Y/N. My mom loves having you over, sometimes I even think she likes you more than me.” Leonard said with a louder laugh, causing you to laugh as well. Leonard loved to hear you laugh, it was like music to his ears, and always made his heart light as a smile spread across his face for a brief moment.

“Y/N…” Leonard cleared his throat. Might as well jump right in, right? “I have a small confession. I didn’t bring you out here just for a visit.” Leonard continued, not quite looking you in the eye, choosing to half look at the stars.

“Oh?” You said curiously, waiting on him to continue as you quirked an eyebrow in reply, something you had perfected from hanging out with Leonard so much.

“Yeah, I uh, I don’t really know how to say this and you can tell me to shut up anytime and we’ll forget I even said anything, okay?” Leonard rubbed his face nervously before finally looking you in the eyes. There wasn’t any backing out now, it was now or never.

God gave me you for the ups and downs, god gave me you for the days of doubt

“Y/N, we’ve known each other almost our whole lives. Were the best of friends, just don’t tell Jim that okay? We know everything there is to know about each other. We’ve been there through each others high points, and our low points. You’ve always been by my side and never left me and have always been in my corner. And I’ve been an idiot, a real idiot for not being able to see what was right in front of me all along.” Leonard rubbed the back of his neck with his hand nervously. His mouth was so very dry, despite all the tea hes drunk and his hands were so sweaty.

“Leonard, are you asking me if I’ll go out with you?” You said as a smirk began to form on your lips as you gathered where Leonard was going with this, there was no other explanation for his nervousness or his words.

“Well, I mean, yeah? I guess I am. It’s not weird is it? It’s just, after Nero’s attack, and us almost not making it back and the thought of losing you or never seeing you again, I guess it just hit me like a ton of bricks. I care about you Y/N, and up until now, I didn’t realize just how much. I care about you more than a friend and I mean, I get it if you don’t feel the same way, we’ve been friends for so long and…” Leonard rambled on before you brought your fingers to his lips, shushing him.

“Can you stop talking for 3 seconds and let me get a word in edgewise?” You teased, laughing at the look on Leonard’s face. You had never seen him so nervous. Someone who was always calm under pressure, even when someone was bleeding out underneath him, Leonard never lost his cool this badly. You knew he had to be a nervous wreck and had been thinking about this for a while.

And for when I think I lost my way, there are no words here left to say,

“The truth is, I’ve been thinking about this a lot too. I just didn’t know how to bring it up and you just so happened to beat me to it.” You answered with a smile. The look on Leonard’s face was priceless as it lit up slightly with hope.

“You have?” Leonard asked in almost disbelief, his eyes going slightly wide. He never imagined that this would be your reply. He envisioned every possible scenario of you running away, screaming for the hills, or even worse, that this might even ruin your friendship with his confession.

“I think a part of me has always liked you Leonard but the timing had never been right, or one of us had been in another relationship or school or whatever, but now? We’re finally where we both want to be and have nothing to get in the way of us making the future that we want. And I think I like the thought of a future with you and me.” You answered Leonard with a smile, all the fond memories you had of the two of you flashing through your head as you thought back to all the good times the two of you shared.

Leonard couldn’t believe his ears and almost asked you to repeat yourself, but didn’t dare, in case you decided you change your answer, and only put on a huge grin from ear to ear.

“Y/N, you’ve made me the happiest man alive. Where do we go from here?” Leonard asked, the two of you were such great friends, and already knew practically everything there was to know about each other that the typical first date seemed kind of out of place.

“Well, we could start here?” You suggested as you leaned in and placed a soft kiss on Leonard’s lips. Leonard jumped slightly at your touch before melting into your kiss. It wasn’t weird like he thought it might be, it felt right, it felt like home. Warmness crept through him as his heart skipped a beat, and he knew he made the right decision.

You felt equally as happy as you pulled away slightly from the kiss, a smile plastered on your face as you saw the excited gleam in Leonard’s eye.

“I like the way you think, darlin’.” Leonard laughed as he gave you a quick peck and stood up slowly, holding out his hand. You took Leonard’s hand as he helped you off the grass.

“I’m Leonard by the way, what’s your name?” Leonard asked playfully with a big smile on his face as he brought you carefully to your feet.

“I’m Y/N. Thank you for helping me.” You replied with a laugh, poking Leonard in the ribs, causing him to join you, both your laughter mixing and dancing in the warm summer air. You hardly believed that he remembered that day so very long ago. Leonard kept a hold on your hand as he brought you in close to his chest and wrapped his other arm around your waist and began to rock the two of you slowly in small circles.

“You really are beautiful Y/N, you know that?” Leonard said softly as he looked down at you with awe, eyes dancing around your features, as if it was something that had escaped him all these years. He planned to make up for all those lost years, and then some.

“You old romantic, but I think that’s going to take some time to get used to hearing from you.” You giggled softly, burying your head in Leonard’s chest, hardly believing what was happening, it all felt like a dream come true. Everything falling into place. Being with Leonard was as easy as breathing.

“You know me best sweetheart and we have all the time in the world to get used to it.” Leonard replied as he dipped you quickly and bringing you back up to meet his lips. Leonard couldn’t believe you had returned his feelings as his mind wandered to all the possibilities that lie in front of you both. He finally felt happy and hopeful for his future.

“That I do.” You agreed, kissing Leonard back slowly before resting your head on his shoulder as the two of you continued to dance around under the stars, not needing to speak as the two of you enjoyed being together. There was plenty of time to figure out everything later, tonight it was just the two souls that had been destined to be together after all this time, finally becoming one.

It's true, god gave me you, he gave me you

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The Best Medicine

I liiiiiiivveeee! I know its been so long since I’ve written anything, and I apologize. Life got in the way and it was one thing after another, and basically killed off any creative juice I had left. I’ve still been mostly uninspired but I’m trying! Here is a short little fic, dipping my toe back in as it were, and hopefully I’ll be back to cranking out more fics soon :) thank you everyone for the continued support and for sticking around!

We’ve all read fics about Leonard comforting reader, but what about when Leonard has a particular bad day at work?

Leonard x Reader

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1,905 word(s) of hurt and comfort, mostly comfort

Warnings: Mentions of death

You heard Leonard open the door slowly and step inside, shuffling his feet. You shivered slightly as you felt the rush of the cold winter air sweep through the warm living room. You laid your book down on the arm of the couch and uncurled yourself from the blanket you had wrapped around you.

“Hey Len, how was…” You started out with a smile, but your face fell quickly with one look into Leonard’s eyes, who was still standing in the doorway, seeming to have frozen in place. You got up from the couch quickly but walked slowly toward Leonard.

“Don’t tell me it was…” You trailed off as you continued to look into Leonard’s eyes, searching their depths for any hint of what was going on or what he might be feeling since his face and body language was giving nothing away.

“Sam.” Leonard finished gruffly and quickly as his face quickly began to fall, and shoulders fell as if just saying his name had worn him out completely.

You quickened your steps as you wrapped Leonard in a warm hug, he was freezing. Leonard rested his head on top of yours and seemed to melt into you, relishing your warmth. You gave Leonard a quick squeeze as you heard a single sniff coming from above.

“Oh, Len. I’m so sorry, that's awful. I know how close you had gotten to him here lately. He was a brave little guy.” You said softly as you pulled away slowly and helped Leonard out of his jacket and helped him kick off his boots.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You added in, barely above a whisper as you hung Leonard’s coat on the coat rack.

“Not…not right now.” Leonard said quietly as he shook his head softly. You nodded and didn’t say anything more and lead Leonard into the living room and pulled his favorite chair in front of the crackling fireplace.

“Sit here and warm up. I’ll make you some tea, sound good?” You asked as you moved Leonard around and sat him in his chair. Leonard nodded and plopped into his chair and quickly propped his elbow on the arm of the chair and covered his eyes with his hand.

You fetched your blanket from the couch, that was still warm and draped it over Leonard’s legs wordlessly. You gave Leonard’s knee a soft reassuring squeeze as you wordlessly left the room and padded softly into the kitchen.

You took your time making the tea so Leonard could have a few minutes to gather and collect himself in peace. You made one of Leonard’s favorite sandwiches to go along with the tea and made your way slowly back into the living room.

Leonard hadn’t moved an inch from where you left him, his face still firmly in his hand. You made your way to the chair and sat the tea and sandwiches down on the arm of the chair gently. You tussled Leonard’s hair ever so gently, the other still didn’t move. You frowned slightly at Leonard’s unmoving figure.

“Here’s your tea and I made you a sandwich. I know you have to be hungry.” You said quietly, still fingering a few stray strands of Leonard’s hair. Your frown deepened as you still received no reply after a few moments.

You let out a soft sigh and stood back up and made a move to leave, thinking Leonard wanted to be left alone. You made it halfway turned around before a heavy hand fell on your own. You jumped slightly at the sudden touch but you quickly settled as your eyes landed on Leonard’s face.

“Oh Len…” You trailed off, a lump suddenly forming in your throat. Even from where you stood you could see the light from the fire reflecting in the misty sheen that was threatening to spill from Leonard’s eyes. Leonard didn’t look at you but his hand began to tighten around yours slowly, as you noticed his breathing started to quicken.

“Hey now, easy Len, it's okay.” You murmured softly as you quickly made your way to the side of the chair and sat down gently on one of his legs. Leonard immediately wrapped his arms around you and buried his head into your shoulder.

“I’m right here.” You reassured gently as you ran your fingers through Leonard’s hair slowly, hoping to calm him down. After a few minutes of soft humming and running your fingers down Leonard’s back, you could feel the other start to calm down. Leonard’s breathing slowed, and the grip around you waist loosened.

“There you go, that's it, you’re alright.” You mumbled into Leonard’s hair quietly as you kissed the top of his head. Leonard took in a final deep, shaky breath as he lifted his head slightly and kissed your neck softly.

You glanced down slightly and your eyes met Leonard’s watery hazel ones. You could still see the hurt and the sadness behind them, and your heart broke all over again.

“Hi sweetheart.” Leonard spoke hoarsely yet fully for the first time since he came in. “I’m sorry.” Leonard added in a little quieter as he bowed his head sheepishly.

“Don’t ever be sorry for being upset Len. I’m here for you.” You spoke sternly as you brought Leonard’s head back to you shoulder, kissing the top of it once more as you just held Leonard there for a few moments.

“Thank you.” Leonard said quietly as he reached out for his tea. You loosened your grip and helped him with his cup of tea and sandwich.

Leonard brought the sandwich closer as he grabbed the mug of tea from your hand. He wrapped his hands around the outside of the mug, relishing the warmth. He brought the mug to his lips and blew gently before taking a sip. Leonard let out a soft sigh as the tea started to help warm him up.

You adjusted yourself between Leonard and the arm of the chair. You rested your elbow on the back of the chair as you rubbed the back of Leonard’s neck softly, earning a small groan from you other. You grinned to yourself as Leonard moved to pick up a sandwich. Leonard munched on the sandwich slowly as he continued to stare in the fire, watching the flames lick across the logs.

“He was finally getting better, his prognosis for once was looking promising.” Leonard said quietly into the fire. Your hand stilled on the back of Leonard’s neck, as his sudden words took you by surprise. You remained quiet, you knew better than to interrupt, so you started to draw circles on Leonard’s back, trying to encourage him to keep talking.

“And suddenly out of the blue he took a turn for the worse, it happened so fast, and moments later he was gone. Just like that.” Leonard sat his half eaten sandwich back on the plate and balled his fists. “If only I were there! I could have done something.” Leonard shut his eyes tight and rested his fists on his knees.

“Leonard McCoy, don’t you dare blame yourself for this.” You replied quickly and took Leonard’s fists into your own. “You did everything you could and that’s all anyone could do. This isn’t your fault. If anything you should be proud of yourself.” You added as you slowly uncurled Leonard’s fingers. Leonard let out a soft scoff and rolled his head away.

“Oh no you don’t. You listen to me.” You ordered as you reached out and turned Leonard’s face back so that he was looking at you. “You made that boys last few months amazing to him. Remember when you taught him how to tie a tie? And everything he got his hands on had a Windsor knot tied in it? And how he refused to go anywhere for weeks without a tie on?” Leonard let out a faint snort at the memory, shaking his head slightly in your hand. He remembered all too well all the ties Sams mother had gotten him since that day.

“How about the day you taught him to shave properly with that fake blade? Or the day you taught him to be a little gentleman, got him all dressed up and set up that dinner table in the hospital cafeteria for him and his mom? That little boy adored you and looked up to you. You gave him something he had never had before, a father figure to look up to. You weren’t just his doctor to him.” Leonard’s face became heavy in your hand at your words, and you could hear Leonard’s audible swallow as he fought down his emotions.

“I know you’re right, I do, I just always feel like I could do more.” Leonard said quietly, sinking further into the chair, as if the admittance completely exhausted him.

“Leonard, you did an amazing job, you’re a fantastic doctor, you know that. But most of all, you made the little guy and his mother happy. And sometimes, that in itself, is the best medicine anyone can give.” You said softly as you kissed Leonard’s head gently.

“Darlin, you always know what to say to make me feel better.” Leonard said as he gazed up into your eyes, squeezing you tight.

“I try my best.” You said with a soft smile as you kissed Leonard’s nose. “Now let’s turn this fire out and get you out of those scrubs and into the shower.” You added as you got up off Leonard’s lap and made your way to the fireplace to turn off the gas.

“Just as long as you’re getting in the shower with me.” Leonard said with a soft smile and a mischievous tone in his voice as he watched you from his chair.

“Only if you beat me in there!” You stated with a laugh as you hopped up and raced for the bathroom.

“Get back here! You got a head start!” Leonard yelled from behind you as he hopped up from his chair. Leonard followed your giggles as he rounded a corner, lucky for his long legs he caught up to you and scooped you up from behind.

“Dangit, no fair.” You whined as Leonard gave you a soft kiss on the back of your neck. Leonard chuckled as he carried you the rest of the way to the bathroom. Leonard sat you down on the edge of the counter and placed both hands beside you, holding you in place.

“Thank you for being there for me tonight, sweetheart. I’m lucky to have you. You always know just how to pick me up when I’m down” Leonard said softly as he gazed into your eyes with a soft smile, his own shining with the love and admiration he held for you, instead of the sadness and self guilt that was there before.

“Always Len. I’m here for you not matter what, anytime you need me.” You replied as you ran your hand through Leonard’s hair, pulling him close for a kiss. Leonard kissed you back slowly for a few moments before he pulled away slightly.

“Let’s get that shower warming up shall we?” You said almost breathless as you slowly slid through Leonard’s arms.

“Right behind you darlin’.” Leonard replied with a small smile as he followed you over to the shower while you spent the rest of the night making Leonard feel even better.

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[medicatemedrmccoy]

Don’t argue

For @starshiphufflebadger‘s birthday challenge!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DANI!

As per the norm I have waited until the last possible day to squeeze this in. I apologize that it isn’t as long as my usual fics. I hope you like it anyway and I hope you are having a wonderful, and fantastic vacation!!

Prompt: “You should be in bed!“

1,557 word(s) of fluff

Leonard x Reader

No Warnings

You were sitting in the floor, PADD in your lap, with various papers and folders scattered around you in messy piles that only you understood. You moved your hair out of your face and pulled the blanket that you had draped around you tighter as you shivered slightly.

You turned your head to the side and let out a deep, wet cough, wheezing slightly to catch your breath. Your cough was loud enough that it masked the quiet whoosh of the front doors opening. When you heard the quiet shuffling of boots, you knew it was too late.

“What in the world do you think you’re doing Y/N?” Leonard asked as he came around the side of the couch and stared down at you with his arms crossed firmly across his chest, nostrils beginning to flare slightly.

“I need to get caught up on all this paperwork, Len. The longer I’m out, the more its going to pile up.” You retorted, gesturing to your piles of paperwork, not daring to look up at Leonard’s face. You knew the disapproving glare all too well that you were probably getting.

“Don’t argue with me. You should be in bed! The longer you refuse to take care of yourself, the longer it’s going to take for you to recover. You’re leaving me no choice here.” Leonard let out a small grumble as he pulled out his own PADD, typing in a few things and pushing a couple buttons.

“Hey! Len, that isn’t fair! Come on!” You protested with a small whine and a wheeze, pushing buttons trying to get your PADD to respond as it had dutifully locked you out per Leonard’s medical leave orders.

“Sorry darlin’. I did warn you that last time was the final time.” Leonard looked down at you with a stern glare. You knew that it was useless to argue any further, so you laid your pad on the floor and started to rub your face. Now that you didn’t have work to take your mind off of things, you were starting to realize just how crappy you really felt. You let out a quiet groan as your head pounded in protest to the hours of reading you had been doing.

“Need a hand there sugar?” Leonard replied more softly this time, taking pity as he took in your  defeated, tired frame. You nodded your head slightly, letting out a small whimper, with your face still in your hands. Leonard’s lips turned into a small smile as he bent down to help you up.

“Alright, come on sweetheart, up you get.” Leonard mumbled quietly in your ear as he put his arms under you and helped you up. You swayed slightly on your feet as you stood in place. Leonard brought you into his chest slowly, hugging you gently. You laid your head on his shoulder for a few moments as he rubbed your back gently, kissing your forehead softly.

“When’s the last time you ate, Y/N?” Leonard asked as he pulled you away slowly, and started to gently check you over before placing his hands on your shoulders to steady you. You finally glanced up and looked into Leonard’s eyes, seeing that his anger had melted away and was replaced with soft hazel eyes, full of concern for you.

“What time is it?” You replied quietly as you brought up your arms and hugged your chest tightly. Leonard’s eyes immediately narrowed as he gave you a disapproving look.You quickly dropped your eyes from his face as you stared at the floor, bracing yourself.

“Well that tells me everything I need to know.” Leonard replied quietly, but gruffly, while rolling his eyes slightly. “You know you can’t do this Y/N. You’ve got to take care of yourself or you’ll never get better. Now come on, let’s get you in bed and I’ll fix you something to eat.” Leonard said sternly, as he slowly slipped his arms under your legs and picked you up, not leaving any room for you to argue, even though you were too tired at this point.

You curled up into Leonard’s chest as much as you could, enjoying the warmth that radiated from him. You rubbed your head against his chest as you heard Leonard let out a tiny sigh.

“Why do you do this to yourself Y/N?” Leonard asked as he gazed down at you and kissed your cheek softly. You let out as much of a shrug as you could manage.

“You’ll be the death of us both.” Leonard chuckled airily as he nuzzled your cheek.

“No, I believe that role is reserved for Jim.” You joked weakly, lips tugging into a small smile.

“Well, I can’t argue with that.” Leonard laughed out loud this time, making his chest rumble against your cheek.

Leonard laid you down gently in the bed and he brought some pillows behind your back and head, propping you up slightly so you could eat. Leonard brought the sheets up as he noticed you shiver slightly, not having his body heat to keep you warm, after having another coughing fit.

“Stay here and I’ll be right back with something to eat.” Leonard ordered gently as he kissed your forehead again softly. You flopped your head back on the pillows, getting comfortable. Your took in a deep breath, eyes starting to droop as you sank further into the mattress. You must have dozed off because you were awoken gently as Leonard shook your shoulder.

“Hey, wake up sweetheart. You need to eat something for me.” Leonard spoke gently as he sat down the bowl of soup and a glass of tea, along with a hypo of antibiotics on the bedside table. You just groaned and tried to flip over, but Leonard was sitting on the sheets just right.

“Not hungry; tired.” You mumbled out, pulling up the covers over your head, trying your best to ignore Leonard, who wasn’t having it.

“You should have been sleeping this whole time, Y/N. Now you’re going to sit up and eat something for me so I can give you your next round of antibiotics.” Leonard replied sternly with a glare and you knew it was useless at this point. It didn’t stop you from whining quietly in protest, letting out a wheezy cough, sitting yourself up slowly anyway.

Leonard handed you the soup carefully as he scooted on the edge of the bed and kicked off his shoes and then stood up and took off his pants and medical tunic then slowly sliding in the bed beside you. Leonard leaned you back gently against his chest and reached over to grab the cup of tea.

You snuggled into Leonard’s chest, grateful for his warmth once again as you ate your soup slowly,, which seemed to help soothe your sore throat and cough. Leonard sat behind you quietly, rubbing your back gently as you coughed, humming softly in your ear as he kissed you neck softly.

You finally finished your soup and tea with quiet, murmured encouragement from Leonard. You sat the bowl on the bed and Leonard grabbed it and set it on the bedside table silently.

Leonard grabbed the hypo and got it ready. You tilted your head slightly, already knowing the routine. Leonard pressed the hypo to your neck gently and administered it and rubbed the spot softly, making you cough.

“When is this stuff going to start helping?” You asked quietly as your eyelids got heavy once more.

“When you start listening to me and start taking care of yourself. No more work, only sleeping and eating for you for the next couple days, and that’s an order.” Leonard said as he rewrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, kissing the side of your head gently.

“Okay, okay, alright. You win.” You wheezed out, clearing your throat loudly. “No more work.” You mumbled as you buried your head in Leonard’s chest, rubbing it gently.

“I mean it Y/N. I’ll come and randomly check on you if I have to, or drag you to medical till you’re better.” Leonard said sternly as he kissed your cheek. Leonard moved his fingers to the pulse point in your neck, taking note of your vitals as the medicine coursed through your veins. This was your second round of antibiotics and you had shown no signs of reaction, but that didn’t stop Leonard from worrying.

“No, no, please no.” You replied quickly as you clung to Leonard tighter at the thought of having to stay in medical. You knew Leonard would do as he said as you buried your head deeper in his chest.

“I thought not.” Leonard chuckled softly as he ran his hands up and down your back, humming softly. You nuzzled your head into Leonard’s neck as you soon found it impossible to keep your eyes open.

“Thanks Len, I love you.” You slurred out quietly as you felt yourself dozing off, relaxing your grip around Leonard’s waist.

“You’re welcome sweetheart, I love you too. Now get some rest. I’ll be right here when you wake up.” Leonard replied quietly as he shifted in the bed slightly, getting the both of you comfortable.

You hummed into Leonard’s chest and mumbled incoherently as you finally fell asleep with Leonard’s arms wrapped tightly around you.

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Contagious

Just a little fic I had pop into my head about something that happened to me a few years ago.

For: @outside-the-government and her 29th birthday celebration!  Happy Happy Birthday, Jules!! I hope you are having a fantastically wonderous day! Love you boo!<33

Prompt: How did I know I’d find you here?

3,710 words

Leonard x Reader

No warnings

“Y/NNNNN!” Jim whined from the couch. “I need youuuu!”

“Oh, Jim. You have the flu, you’re not dying. Quit being a baby.” You replied, rolling your eyes at him from the kitchen.

You grabbed Jim’s soup from the replicator as you made your way to take it to him. You sat the soup down in front of him and ruffled his hair gently.

“Eat, mister.” You ordered, placing your hands on your hips.

Jim pouted in return, but picked up the soup and began to sip small mouthfuls. You turned to make your way back to the kitchen when you’re stopped in your tracks by an arm snaking around your leg, pulling you in close.

“Len, what are you.. let go. I can’t get you any soup if you’re clinging to my leg.” You said exasperated, as a small smile played on you lips despite yourself.

“No.” Leonard said simply as he groaned and buried his sweaty face in your pant leg, refusing to let go as he squeezed your leg tighter. You chuckled lightly to yourself.

“Come on Len, I’ll be right back.” You replied gently as you carded your hand through his sweaty hair. Leonard huffed quietly and let go of your leg reluctantly, and plopped his head back on his pillow.

“You two are worse than children when you’re sick, I swear.” You mumbled to yourself as you head back to the replicator and made Leonard a bowl of soup as well. You headed back to the couch and sat the bowl down in front of Leonard.

“Your turn.” You said as you turned around to look at Leonard. He just grunted in response and closed his eyes. “Leonard…” You trailed off as you cross your arms over your chest. Leonard peeked a half lidded eye at you and patted the couch between him and Jim while giving a small pouty face.

“Juvenile.” You replied playfully as you plopped down on the couch anyway. Leonard smirked at his victory, propping himself up slightly on his pillow. He grabbed your hand and nuzzled it against his cheek, refusing to let go while he began to sip on his soup. Jim scooted closer to you and laid his head on your shoulder, shivering slightly from the fever.

“Jim, where’s your blanket?” You asked, searching around him. Jim pointed to the floor on the other side of the couch.

“You two really are helpless aren’t you?” You chuckled, straining to reach the blanket since Leonard still wouldn’t let go of your hand. You finally managed to grab the blanket with the tips of your fingers and wrapped it tightly around Jim.

“Maybe if you weren’t so good at taking care of us, Y/N” Jim replied with a yawn, as he scooted in as close as he could for warmth.

“Well nobody else is going to take care of you two idiots, so I might as well volunteer.” You said jokingly, beginning to laugh.

“What would we do without you?” Leonard asked in between mouthfuls of soup, having scooted as close to you as he possibly could.

“Well by the way you two are acting, probably just keel over on the spot.” You sassed as you laid your head on the back of the couch.

Leonard finished up his soup and put his head in your lap, scooting even closer, if that were possible. He wrapped his arms around your waist, squeezing tight and leaving them there.

“Thanks darlin.” Leonard mumbled into your stomach, already beginning to fall asleep. Jim had laid his head on your shoulder with his legs propped up on the coffee table, already fast asleep.

“Don’t mention it, now get some sleep.” You said as you began to run your hands through their hair, trying to soothe them.

“Ohh, my poor boys.” You barely said above a whisper as all three of you began to snore softly on the couch.

You woke up in your quarters a couple days later with a loud groan. You were cold, you were sweaty, your stomach in knots, and you ached all over. You silently cursed Leonard and Jim and then quickly sighed, this wasn’t their fault.

You threw your sheets off and sat up slowly on your bed. Your head pounded at the movement, squinting as pain throbbed in your temples.  You put your hands on either side of the bed and pushed yourself off.

You staggered slightly and caught yourself on the edge of the bed. You slowly shuffled you way in the bathroom and hoped a shower would help.

It helped somewhat, helping you feel cleaner at least. You went over to your cabinet and pulled out every cold and flu medicine that you possessed and began to become a scientist as you figured out how much you could safely take of each one without killing your liver. After taking your medicine, you slowly made your way back into your bed and swiftly fell asleep yet again.

You were awoken slightly sometime later to the sound of your comm going off. Your brain was in too much of a haze to register it properly before sleep consumed you again almost immediately.

Who knows how much later, you’re awoken by your comm yet again. Your brain feeling slightly less groggy, you’re able to reach out this time and look at the comm. “Leonard” the comm read. You groaned, “not today Leonard” you thought and turned your comm off and fell back asleep.

“Y/N, wake up. Wake up Y/N!” You could hear but it sounded so far away and muffled. Soon you felt a light tapping on your cheek, causing you to snort awake.

“Huh, what, who?” You reply groggily as you pried your eyes open slightly. You took one glance up and you immediately realized you were in so much trouble.

“How did I know I’d find you here?” Leonard said with a scowl. He was hovering over your bed, staring daggers at you, with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Uhmmm, hi. How’d you get in here?” You slurred, still coming out of your drug induced coma.

“Medical override, remember?” Leonard replied coolly, before gesturing to the bed “well this explains why you haven’t answered your comm in almost two days.”

“Two days?” You questioned surprised. Did you really take that much medicine? Whoops. Cold medicine always seemed to have a way of knocking you on your butt.

“Yes, Y/N. Two days. Why the hell didn’t you answer you comm? You should have told me you were sick.” Leonard replied angrily, as he sat down next to you on the bed, feeling your forehead.

“I dunno, I just took some medicine and fell asleep. I didn’t hear my comm.” You lied smoothly, or at least you hoped.

“What the hell did you take?” Leonard demanded, running a hand through his hair and sighing. You just pointed to the bathroom as Leonard swiftly walked into the bathroom and began rummaging through the empty packages.

“Jesus Christ Y/N, did you take all of this? Are you trying to make your liver fail?” Leonard lectured as he tossed the empty boxes across the counter. You groaned, the sound of his rising voice, and all the noise he was making made your head pound. Leonard sighed at your groan and quieted down.

“You spent three days taking care of us Y/N. The least you could do was call and tell me so I could come take care of you.” Leonard stated, gentler this time, as he made his way back to your bedside, placing a hand gently on your back, rubbing it softly.

“I didn’t want to bother you.” You mumbled as you buried your sweaty forehead in your pillow.

“You’re never a bother, darlin. Jim and I are the reason you’re sick. I’m sorry about that, now come here.” Leonard replied as he began to give you the once over, placing his hand on your cheek.

“You’re burning up sweetheart.” Leonard noted and sighed as he continued to look you over. You groaned and swatted his hand, already annoyed by his incessant doctoring.

“I need to see what’s going on, don’t fight me” Leonard lectured “from what I recall, someone else was the same way with Jim and me”

Leonard got up and went to the bathroom where he knew you kept your tricorder and made his way back to the bed and began to scan you.

“You’ve got a slight fever darlin, 101.5*F, but I don’t want to give you anything else because of the medicine cabinet full of pills you’ve already taken.” Leonard replied grumpily as he went to feel around your throat.

“Stop it and just lay with me?” You ask pitifully as you grab his hand and squeezed gently.

“Alright.” Leonard relented with a sigh “but when’s the last time you ate?”

“Uhm.. Sometime, whenever the last time I was conscious.” You replied tiredly, not really remembering, mumbling into your pillow.

“Well you need to eat something for me first” Leonard replied, already making his way to the kitchen. You must have dozed off while Leonard was gone because your eyes flitted open as his hand shook your shoulder gently.

“Wake up Y/N, you need to eat” Leonard said as he shook you softly. You groaned and rolled over, pulling the blankets over your head. “Oh no sweetheart. You forced me to eat, now I’m forcing you, up you get.”

You were too tired to argue as you let Leonard sit you up gently. You took the warm bowl from his hands and held onto it as you let its warmness seep through your fingers.

“Thank you.” You mumbled quietly, as you began to sip slowly, closing you eyes.

“You’re welcome sweetheart.” Leonard chuckled as he took off his shirt and pants and slid in the bed next to you. You leaned back against him as you finished you soup, relishing his cool skin against your warm back.

Leonard sat the bowl aside when you were done and pulled you close to him. He put his hand back on your forehead.

“You sure you’re ok, sweetheart?” Leonard questioned as concern began to reappear on his features, as he brushed his hand across your cheek.

“I’m okay… promise.” You mumbled as you leaned into his touch before quickly falling asleep snuggled into his chest.

Leonard awoke a few hours later. It was really hot in there, so hot he was sweating. He went to move the covers off of him when he realized that the heat was radiating off of you. He scrambled for the desk light and clicked it on. He looked back over to you and saw you and your sheets soaked with a layer of sweat.

“Darlin’, wake up, you’re burning up” Leonard said as he placed a hand back on your forehead.

“Sweetheart, answer me” Leonard said quickly, worry beginning to creep into his voice. You just laid there and moaned quietly. Leonard shot up out of bed and grabbed the tricorder from the end table, quickly scanning you.

Leonard dropped the tricorder almost as fast as he began, as it gave him a reading of 105*F. Leonard flew into his calm panic mode.

“Shit, Y/N can you hear me? Your fever is dangerously high, you’re going to start cookin’ soon if we don’t bring this down.” Leonard said quickly as he shook you softly, trying to rouse you.

“Sweetheart, wake up, please.” Leonard said loudly as he grabbed a flashlight from your nightstand to check your pupil response. The flashlight was unnecessary as your eyes had rolled back into your head.

“Fuck!” Leonard shouted as he ran into the bathroom and turned on the shower as cold as he could. He ran back into your bedroom to grab you. You had begun to mumble incoherently.

“Son of a bitch!” Leonard muttered to himself, further increasing his worry. He quickly grabbed you in his arms bridal style. He then quickly walked back into the bathroom and immediately sat in the shower holding you in his arms.

“Dammit Y/N, don’t do this to me” Leonard pleaded. He gently pulled your wet hair out of your face and nuzzled his head in your shoulder as the icy water continued to fall on you both.

Leonard kept a close eye on you, constantly checking your forehead, heart rate, and your breathing. Oh how he wished he had his medkit, and cursed himself for leaving it in his room. If your fever didn’t come down soon he was going to have to take you to medical. He had no time before, he needed to start trying to cool you down.

“Sweetheart please, come back to me.” Leonard whispered as he pulled you close to him. He continued to sit in the cold shower, shivering, refusing to budge as he laid his head back against the cool tile.

He couldn’t help but feel guilty. Here you were in his arms, with a fever almost high enough to possibly cause brain damage, all because you had looked after him and Jim. Against his better judgement, he hadn’t made you leave, he just wanted you close when he was sick. You always made him feel better, but now you were paying for it. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes as he sighed up at the ceiling, cursing himself inwardly.

It might have been a half an hour later, Leonard wasn’t sure, he was about to go and grab the tricorder to check on your fever but he noticed you were beginning to shiver. Leonard looked down at your face when he noticed your eyes moving underneath your closed lids.

“Y/N… sweetheart, are you with me?” Leonard questioned hopefully, as he held your face out of the water. You groaned softly in reply.

“Hey, there’s my girl. Come on Y/N, come back to me.” Leonard mumbled, relief flooded him as he moved your hair out of your face once more, kissing your forehead softly.

“Why am I soggy?” You asked, voice barely above a whisper, as you cracked your eyes open ever so slightly.

“You had a 105* fever, sweetheart. I had to cool you off fast and this is all I had to work with.” Leonard chuckled softly at your confusion, running a hand through your damp hair, just happy you were awake.

“Oh..” is all you could manage to breathe out, too exhausted to manage anything more. Leonard made you stay in the shower a little while longer, just to be safe. You shivered and tried to pull your body closer to him.

“Just a little while longer, I want to make sure your fever is down and not going to come back up.” Leonard said gently as he took in your body language. You nodded in reply as you rested your head on his cool chest. A little while later, your teeth began to chatter as Leonard rubbed your arms gently.

“Alright Y/N, let’s get you out of here.” Leonard said softly as he reached up to turn off the water “can you sit up for me while I go get some towels?”

You nodded your head once as Leonard helped you sit up and leaned you against the other side of the shower. Leonard quickly got up and padded over to get some towels.

“Come on darlin, up you get, we need to get you to medical.” Leonard ordered as he helped you stand up in the shower “let’s get you out of these wet clothes first.”

Leonard lifted your arms and took your soaked shirt off gently and moved down to your pajama shorts next. Leonard then wrapped you tightly in the warm towel.

“Please Leonard, don’t make me go to medical, I just want to sleep.” You pleaded quietly with your eyes closed. Leonard narrowed his eyes at you and crossed his arms across his chest.

“You almost fried your brain Y/N! You need to go to medical and get checked out. I need to get you on a biobed and get a complete reading on what’s going on with you.” Leonard said sternly, continuing to glare.

“Tomorrow… I’ll go in the morning, I promise.” You mumbled as you swayed on your feet slightly. Leonard sighed and rubbed his face.

“No, Y/N. You’re going in immediately and you’re getting an IV for the night. Don’t make me throw you over my shoulder.” Leonard said leaving no room for you to argue.

“Fine, okay, whatever you say Leonard.” You sighed, agreeing weakly as you started to make your way out of the bathroom.

Leonard refused to let you walk on your own, as he lifted you up yet again bridal style. Leonard cradled you to his chest gently as he left your room and made his way through the halls and down the turbo lift. You tried to snuggle into him as much as you could, still shivering slightly from being damp and from the fever. Leonard walked swiftly down to the nearly empty medbay.

Soon you were lying on a biobed, Leonard pulling the curtains closed to give you some privacy. Leonard then pulled the blankets up over you, before putting his full attention on your stats.

“102*F now. Much more manageable.” Leonard muttered to himself mostly, staring at the screen, as you were already fading in and out of sleep.

Leonard walked over to the supply cabinet and grabbed a hypo and an IV bag and came back over to you, sitting beside you on the bed.

“Here darlin, I’m going to give you some medicine to see if we can’t get that fever down some more.” Leonard said as he gently brushed your cheek, rousing you awake.

Leonard pushed the hypo to your neck as gently as he could, rubbing the spot when he was done. He then grabbed the IV bag and began to get it ready.

“Let me see your arm Y/N… tiny pinch” Leonard ordered gently, taking your arm into his hand. You winced as the IV went in but relaxed shortly after. Leonard taped up your arm and placed the IV above the bed. Leonard then leaned over and cupped your face gently.

“You scared the hell out of me, don’t you ever do that to me again.” Leonard’s voice stern and low, yet still laced with concern.

“I’m sorry.” You said, barely above a whisper, as you nuzzled your face in his hand.

“Next time, you better call me first thing.” He warned as he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“Lay with me?” You asked quietly, nodding as your eyes fluttering closed as you pawed for Leonard’s hand, finally reaching it and squeezing gently.

“I shouldn't… You need to rest sweetheart. I’ll be right here, I’m not going anywhere.” Leonard replied gently, squeezing your hand back in return.

“Please…” You breathed out quietly, opening your eyes slightly to peer up into the concerned, pained face of the doctor. Leonard sighed softly and got up gently and walked to the other side of the biobed. He scooted you over gently and laid himself down next to you.

“Thank you.” You mumbled out quietly as you turned slightly and rubbed your head against his chest gently. Leonard wrapped his arms around you and squeezed gently, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

“I love you, Y/N.” Leonard whispered, rubbing his thumb across your cheek.

“Love you too, Len.” You replied quietly with a yawn. You quickly fell asleep as Leonard ran his fingers through your hair gently.

Leonard continued to watch over you through the night. His fingers checking your pulse points constantly, reassuring himself that it was exactly what your stats showed. When you started to shiver, he snuggled up close to you, only backing away reluctantly when your temperature started to increase slightly. Carding his hands through your hair if you got restless, calming you down. Kissing your forehead gently as you slept, thanking his lucky stars that nothing serious happened to you. He didn’t know what he would do if something happened to you.

You slowly began to wake up as the medbay began to get busier with everyone showing up for their morning shift. You turned your head slowly, looking at Leonard. The other was curled up next to you, dozing lightly. You shifted slightly on the uncomfortable bed, Leonard’s eyes shot open at the slight movement.

“Hey sweetheart, how do you feel?” Leonard asked, voice gravelly with sleep as he sat up on the bed slightly, eyes shifting back and forth from your stats to your face, and checking your forehead before dropping down and checking your pulse.

“I feel alright Len, but you look awful.” You said as gently as possible, grabbing Leonard’s hand from your pulse, squeezing it gently.

“You gave me quite a scare, darlin’” Leonard chucked out, letting out a small yawn. “I’m so glad you’re alright.” Leonard leaned over and gave you a soft kiss on your forehead.

“All thanks to the best doctor in the fleet.” You gave him a small grin, kissing him on his cheek. Leonard let out an airy laugh.

“Not only that, but because I love you. I don’t know what I’d do without you, Y/N.” Leonard spoke softly as he brushed his thumb across your cheek, before resting his forehead in the crook of your shoulder, kissing your neck softly.

“I love you too Leonard, thank you.” You replied, nuzzling your cheek against the top of his head, giving his forehead a quick kiss, earning a small smile from Leonard as he got up slowly from the bed and stretched.

“You’re welcome darlin’. Now let’s get you something to eat. You need it.” Leonard replied leaning over and giving you a light kiss on the lips.

“Sounds good.” You breathed out, eyes closed, as Leonard opened the curtain and left to get you something to eat. You bit your lips slightly and shook your head. What had you done to deserve such a wonderful man? You weren’t sure but you were thanking your lucky stars that you could call him yours.

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Unexpected Guest - Pt. 4

This is last and final chapter of the story based off a dream I had the other night, and decided to write out. Nothing special or exciting, just a fun, fluffy story. We made it to the end! Yay!

Thank you to everyone for your support on this story! I really didn’t think this story was going to do so well. I’m happy that it did though! I’m sad to see it end because I enjoyed writing it so much(sleepy Leonard gives me life).

3,977 word(s) of: fluff

Warnings: None

Leonard x Reader

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3

Your eyes fluttered open to the sounds of a soft buzzing. You lifted your head slightly trying to figure out where the noise was coming from. You blinked blearily over to your bedside table and saw the soft glow of your comm. You glanced over at Leonard whose mouth was open slightly as soft snores passed over his lips.

You tried to wiggle yourself out of Leonard’s grasp carefully. Leonard whined quietly as you moved slowly off the bed, running his hand along the spot your previously lay. You smiled down at Leonard as you moved the hair out of his face gently. You grabbed your comm and flipped it open, making your way quickly out of the room, shutting the door behind you softly as you made your way down the hall so you wouldn’t wake Leonard.

“James T. Kirk, so absolutely lovely to hear from you.” You spoke into the comm, letting the sarcasm drip off your voice. If Jim understood the sarcasm, he didn’t let on and kept talking without skipping a beat.

“Y/N! Hows my favorite nurse doing on her shore leave?” Jim asked all too cheerily into the phone, the air of smugness in his voice was thick.

“Don’t you try sucking up to me, you matchmaking asshole.” You laughed into the phone. Jim let out his own loud bark of laughter.

“You know as well as I do that you two wouldn’t have ever gotten together on your own without some help, you were both too afraid to make the first move. All you needed was a gentle push” Jim replied, continuing to laugh airly through the comm.

“Dumping Leonard on me for a week is what you call gentle? I’d hate to see you at desperate measures.” You breathed out a final laugh.

“Well it worked, didn’t it?” Jim spoke, the smugness once again replacing his laughter.

When you didn’t answer, Jim whispered “I knew it.”

“You just be quiet over Jim, before your head gets any bigger. What did you call for? Certainly not to brag, although I wouldn’t put it past you honestly.” You scowled into the comm, as you placed your free hand on your hip.

“Can’t a captain call and check on his crew?” Jim replied, trying to feign innocence.

“No.” You replied simply, narrowing your eyes to slits.

“Alright, alright, ease up. I need to talk to Bones.” Jim started out with a chuckle. “It’s about the new mission we’ve got and I need to go over a few things with him. Promise.” He finished more seriously, putting on a bit of his Captain’s voice.

“Alright, I’ll get him. Be warned that he’s asleep so he might not be too happy with you.” You replied with a small huff.

“That’s no different than any other time, Y/N. I’m used to it by now.” Jim laughed once more.

“You’ve got a point, Jim. Hang on.” You whispered into the comm as you pushed open your door and slipped inside. You walked over to the bed and sat on the edge gently.

“Leonard… Hey Len, wake up.” You spoke quietly while running your hand gently through Leonard’s hair. Leonard snorted awake with a slight jerk and cracked his eye open and looked up at you. “Jims on the comm, he needs to talk to you.”

“Tell him I’m busy.” Leonard muttered as he buried his head back in the pillow.

“I heard that, Bones.” You could hear Jim speak faintly through your comm. You giggled softly and placed the comm next to Leonard’s head. Leonard groaned quietly as you patted his back gently and stood up from the bed, leaving him to it.

“This better be important, Jim.” You could hear Leonard grumble into the comm. You smirked to yourself as you slipped out of the room, and shut the door softly behind you, giving Leonard privacy. You padded slowly down the hall to the living room. You picked another random movie and popped it in.

You went over to the couch and plopped yourself down, laying longwise on the cushions. You grabbed the blanket on the back of the couch and draped it across your legs. You tucked yourself into the corner of the couch and got comfortable. You dozed in and out of sleep as the movie played, not really paying any attention. You awoke with a start when you felt hands on your legs, lifting them up from the couch.

“Sorry darlin’, I didn’t mean to wake you.” Leonard spoke softly as he sat down and placed your legs across his lap, moving his hands to your feet and rubbing them gently.

“It’s okay.” You replied as you glanced at the clock. “I don’t need to sleep anymore or I won’t sleep tonight. Although if you keep rubbing my feet like that, there’s no guarantees.” You groaned out as you closed your eyes and rested your head on the side of the couch. Leonard chuckled softly and moved his hands up to your calves, squeezing them softly.

“What did Jim want?” You asked quietly , eyes still closed as you concentrated on Leonard’s hands moving up and down your leg slowly.

“They’ve assigned us a new mission, further out this time. I’ve got to go back the day after tomorrow and make sure the MedBay has got everything we need.” Leonard replied as he let out a long sigh.

“Do you need me to come back with you and help you?” You asked as you cracked open an eye to look at Leonard.

“Jim suggested it, but I, not so gently reminded him that you would probably murder him for suggesting it, and then me for delivering the news.” Leonard sad as he gave you a small wink.

“You’re damned right I would.” You huffed out. “No one messes with my time off and gets away with it.”

“Don’t we all know it sweetheart.” Leonard laughed out  as he patted your legs, leaning his head against the back of the couch.

“There’s one more place here that I’d like to show you before you go back, if that’s okay?” You asked as you dropped your legs to the floor, moving to get up from the couch.

“Sure, what did you have in mind? It had better not start with the words 4-wheeler either.” Leonard replied as he crossed his arms loosely across his chest. You laughed and patted his bare leg gently.

“No, it doesn’t, but never you mind. Go put some pants on.” You leaned down and gave Leonard a soft kiss. Leonard leaned into the kiss, as his fingertips traveled slowly up your arm, and to your neck, before being carded through your hair, ending at the back of your head. Leonard pulled your lips more into his, deepening the kiss.

You placed your hands on his shoulders, while giving Leonard’s bottom lip a quick nip before you pulled away slightly. Leonard groaned softly on your lips. You gave Leonard a small smirk as you gave him one last quick peck, and straightened yourself back up. You stretched out your hands and offered Leonard help up. Leonard took your hands and hoisted himself up slowly.

You walked backwards, pulling Leonard along with you as you made your way back to the hallway and back to the bedroom. You and Leonard slowly put your pants and shoes back on. You left the room once more, making your way to the kitchen. You started pulling out a few ingredients to make sandwiches.

“Plan on being gone a while?” Leonard asked, quirking an eyebrow as he walked by you to grab a couple small bags of chips.

“You never know. We might get hungry. I know how much you eat Leonard.” You replied with a shrug and a small smirk as you put the finishing touches on the sandwiches.

“Fair enough.” Leonard agreed with a small nod, as he dropped the bags of chips by your sandwiches. You bagged everything up into a large lunch box, along with a small blanket. You headed to the back door, with Leonard following close behind you, taking the lunch box from your hands. You stepped down off the porch and onto the grass. Leonard came up behind you and wrapped an arm around your waist, as you began to guide him where you were going.

“You sure you don’t want to take the 4-wheelers…” You trailed off, giving Leonard a wide grin, while nudging him gently in the ribs.

“Not a snowballs chance.” Leonard growled out as he tightened his arm around your waist.

“I’m just messing with you, lighten up grumpy pants.” You laughed out with a quiet snort. Leonard was still scowling beside you, unimpressed with your attempt at humor. “It’s not as far as the lake, I promise.”

You wrapped your arm around Leonard’s waist as you guided him to a different side of your property. After walking for a bit and showing Leonard around this side of your property, you finally came to a small hill.

“It’s just up here, come on.” You looked up at Leonard, grabbing his hand and tugged him up the hill. Leonard huffed his way up the hill, letting out a small puff of air at the top.

“Don’t tell me that wore you out, old man.” You said with a smirk as you tried to take  the lunch box from Leonard.

“I’ll show you old man.” Leonard replied and grabbed you around your middle, and quickly finding your ticklish spot under your ribs.

“Nooo! Len… Stop… Stop it!” You wheezed out trying to wiggle free from Leonard’s grasp. Leonard finally halted his assault after a few more seconds.

“Leonard… you ass.” You wheezed out, trying to catch your breath, while swatting Leonard’s chest lightly. Leonard only gave you a smug, triumphant smile in reply. You rolled your eyes playfully as you took the lunchbox from Leonard and make your way over to a single tree on the hill.

“Come on.” You told Leonard as you grabbed his hand and led him over to the tree, sitting the lunch box up against it. You turned around and spun Leonard around with you and gestured out over the hill.

“Wow. You can see for miles up here.” Leonard replied as he stepped around the tree to get a better view.

The hill overlooked the rest of your property. You could almost see everything from here. The fields of wheat, swaying in the breeze down below, to a small edge of the lake just barely in view, surrounded by tall grass and wild flowers. You let go of Leonard’s hand, as he continued to look out across the field, and walked over to the other side of the tree, towards a tire swing.

“My dad and I put this swing up when I was a little girl.” You spoke, mostly just airing your thoughts to the breeze, as you placed your hands on the rubber tread. Leonard didn’t reply but quietly came and stood by you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and giving you a soft hug and a gentle kiss against your temple. A small smile crept onto your lips as you stepped around the swing and sat inside it.

“Push me Leonard!” You shouted, kicking your legs through the tire. Leonard gave you a stern look and crossed his arms. “Oh come on! Don’t be so stuck up. Loosen up, live a little! Now come push!”

Leonard’s lips slowly turned up into a mischievous smirk. You froze and stopped kicking your legs as you looked up at Leonard as he placed his hands on the top of the swing.

“Leonard…” You started out lowly and spoke slowly. “Don’t even think about it.”

“Don’t think about what, sweetheart?” Leonard’s grin went even wider as he suddenly started spinning the tire in circles, winding up the rope.

“That! You asshole!” You cried out as you clung to the tire swing for dear life, as your world continued to spin. “Stop it! Or I may throw up on you!”

Leonard suddenly stopped spinning you. You grabbed the sides of your head, trying to get everything to stop spinning. Before you could gather your bearings, you felt your feet leaving the ground. Leonard pushed you up where your face met his and gave you a quick kiss and another smirk as he stretched his arms up as far as he could.

You clawed desperately at the tire swing, trying to get a good grip. Leonard moved out of the way as he let go and you fell through the air, spinning and swinging back and forth.

“I hate you Leonard McCoy. Get off my property.” You groaned out as the tire swing finally came to a halt. You rested your head on the cool rubber, closing your eyes. You swallowed thickly, praying the dizziness didn’t last long.

“You did tell me to live a little.” Leonard chuckled as he went over and began rummaging through the lunch box, pulling out the blanket and setting it up.

“Not at my expense, you ass!” You replied, eyes still closed, but shaking your fist in the general direction of where you knew Leonard to be.

“You’re adorable when you’re trying to be all mean and violent.” Leonard laughed at the sight of you, as he pulled out the sandwiches from the lunchbox. You cracked open your eyes slightly in order to glare at Leonard, who gave you a smug smile in return.

You continued to sit on the tire swing, waiting for your head to stop spinning and for your stomach to settle. Leonard walked back over to you and gave you a soft kiss on the top of your head.

“I’m sorry darlin, I couldn’t resist.” Leonard spoke, trying to suppress his laughter, as he ran a hand through your hair gently. You glared the best you could at Leonard in response.

“Let’s get you something to eat sweetheart, you’re cranky.”  Leonard replied with an airy chuckle, as he went to stand behind you, and started wrapping his arms around you.

“Nooo, Len, what are you doing?” You asked as you clung to the tire swing. “I’ll show you cranky if you don’t leave me alone!” Leonard proceeded to lift you out of the tire swing and into his arms.

“Like I said… completely adorable.” Leonard smirked at you, while giving you a kiss on your nose, while you continued to scowl up at him.

“I still hate you McCoy.” You grumbled out, as you rested your head on his shoulder, poking his ribs gently, earning a small laugh from the other.

Leonard carried you over to the blanket, setting you to your feet gently, and sat down on the blanket and leaned against the trunk of the tree. Leonard tugged your wrists gently and brought you down to him, snuggling you into his chest.

Leonard reached over and grabbed the extra sandwich and handed it to you. You unwrapped it and began munching on the sandwich slowly, hoping your stomach would settle. Leonard then started to rub your back gently as you ate.

You took long enough that the sun had slowly started to dip in the horizon. The sky began to change and display brilliant colors of blues, reds, yellows, pinks, and oranges. Leonard had stopped eating his sandwich and was staring out at the sky.

“Wow, your sunsets are gorgeous.” Leonard spoke softly, never taking his eyes off the fast changing horizon.

“If there’s one good thing here, it’s our sunsets. It’s what I miss the most from home while being away.” You replied as you too watched the colors dance among the clouds.

“I can see why.” Leonard said as he brought his arms around you, squeezing you tightly, tracing small circles on your stomach. You leaned back into Leonard’s embrace while eating the rest of your sandwich as the last of the brilliant colors faded, being slowly replaced by the inky darkness of the night sky.

“Let’s move this blanket out some.” You suggested as you slowly got up from the blanket. You offered Leonard a hand and helped him up. The two of you grabbed an end of the blanket and moved it out from under the tree, into the open space under the stars. You laid it back down on the ground and you plopped down on it immediately.

You raised your hands up at Leonard, smiling and making grabbing motions. Leonard rolled his eyes playfully, taking your hands into his, giving you a wide smile of his own, before plopping down beside you. Leonard wrapped his arm around you, holding you tight, as the stars slowly began to come out and take over the darkness of the sky.

You shifted in Leonard’s arms as you slowly moved to lay on your back. You tugged at Leonard’s wrists gently as you brought him down to lay with you. You snugged closely into his chest as you both began to gaze up at the stars.

“They sure do look different from down here, you almost forget. I don’t think I’ve ever seen them this bright.” Leonard spoke softly, as he rubbed your arms gently.

“That’s another perk of living out in the middle of nowhere, not much light pollution out here.” You replied just as quiet as you reached over and began to play with Leonard’s hair. “Which is just as well for me, I’m a sucker for stars and constellations.”

“Oh?” Leonard replied inquisitively, still taking in all the brightly lit dots that littered the sky. You gave a tiny smirk and lifted your hand in the air.

“There’s Aquila, the celestial eagle” You pointed to a line of three bright stars. “There’s Cygnus, the swan.” You pointed over and up to a set of three fainter stars. “There’s Hercules. I would hope you know who he is. There’s Ophiuchus the serpent bearer, and ohhh look, Scorpius, my favorite…” You trailed off as you noticed Leonard staring down at you with a small grin and a look you couldn’t quite place.

“What? Am I weirding you out? I’m weirding you out aren’t I?” You asked as you lowered your arm to the blanket, laughing quietly as you grinned up at Leonard.

“Oh, no, sweetheart. Not at all.” Leonard smiled replying quickly and gently. He took your chin into his hand and brought your eyes to his. “Quite the opposite. You’re passionate, intelligent and beautiful just to name a few. You’re quite the package Y/N. I’m just sorry it took me this long…” Leonard trailed off as he ran his thumb over your cheek and kissed your lips gently. You returned the kiss as you threaded your hand in his hair. You were glad that it was dark outside because you felt your cheeks go a brilliant shade of red.

“Well I’m glad you finally plucked up the courage.” You replied quietly, trying to steady your breathing. “You’re a brilliant doctor, a loyal friend, very handsome, great head of hair, and a total softie.” You smirked up at Leonard, poking his chest softly.

“I am not a softie." Leonard grumped out, rolling his eyes, trying to feign anger and look offended.

“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.” You winked up at Leonard, who in turn rolled their eyes and began tickling you. You snorted out a laugh, trying to remove Leonard’s hands from your ribs. Leonard finally relented his assault and you caught your breath and wiped your eyes. You swatted Leonard playfully on the chest, earning a smirk from the other, as you nestled back into Leonard’s side, gazing back up at the stars, when a tiny shimmer streaked across the sky.

“Ohh, look Len! A shooting star, make a wish.” You said, nudging Leonard with one hand and pointing up at the star moving across the sky with the other.

“I don’t need to make a wish. I have everything I want, right here.” Leonard replied softly as he leaned over and gave you a gentle kiss on the lips.

“Oh, you old romantic.” You laughed out softly on his lips, and wrapping your arms around his waist and squeezed tightly.

“Actually, now that I think about it. There is one thing I would like.” Leonard spoke as he shuffled himself up off the blanket and extending his hand to you.

“What’s that?” You replied as you took his hand and he helped you up.

“The honor of this dance.” Leonard said softly into your ear, wrapping his arm around your waist.

“Uhhh I don’t dance, Len… two left feet and all.” You replied awkwardly as Leonard tried to position the two of you together, and you tripped over his feet slightly, as if to reiterate your point.

“Just relax darlin, don’t think about it. Let me do the work.” Leonard whispered in your ear, his soft drawl putting you at ease. Leonard grabbed your hand, lifting it slightly, lacing your fingers into his. Leonard’s other hand rested lightly on your hip, pulling you closer to him.

You looked up at Leonard with a slightly worried expression. Leonard looked down at you with a soft chuckle and kissed your forehead as he began to move your hips. You took a deep breath and tried to relax, while Leonard began dancing you around in circles.

After a few minutes you started to get the hang of it and began following his footsteps with ease. That is, until Leonard suddenly stopped and dipped you low, causing you to squeak quietly, before he pulled you back up into his arms, giving you a wide smirk. Leonard wrapped his arms around you, slowing down the pace.

You closed your eyes and laid your head on Leonard’s shoulder. Leonard rested his head on top of yours as he started to move the two of you in small circles underneath the open sky.

“I’m so glad you let me stay sweetheart. This is the best time I’ve had in a long time.” Leonard mumbled into your hair, giving you a tight squeeze, stopping dancing for a moment.

“Of course Len, it also helped that you’re completely and madly in love with me.” You replied, wiggling your eyebrows up at Leonard.

“Let’s not ruin the moment with your sass, darlin’” Leonard laughed out as he moved both of his hands to rest on your hips.

“You’re one to talk mister, but okay I give. Just this once though.” You huffed up at Leonard quietly before moving your arms around the back of his head, bringing him down for a slow kiss.

“Here’s to many more nights of being underneath the stars and amongst them.” Leonard whispered on your lips as you two parted slightly.

“That sounds absolutely wonderful Leonard. I can’t think of anyone else who I’d rather be with.” You replied, looking into Leonard’s eyes and seeing the twinkle of admiration in them. You smiled up at Leonard, blushing slightly from the way he looked at you.

Leonard brought you closer to him and pressed his lips to yours. You brought your hands up Leonard’s neck and rubbed the bottom of his neckline gently as he ran his hands through your hair. Leonard nipped your lip softly, making you groan quietly, causing Leonard to smirk against your lips. Leonard brought you in close once more, hugging you tightly, as he started to rock the both of you slowly once more.

The two of you continued to dance the night away, joking and laughing and thoroughly enjoying each others company before Leonard had to leave. You two continued to sway and dance underneath the night sky as the stars continued to twinkle and shoot across the sky. This was the absolute best night, and the best shore leave, you’ve ever had.

If you liked this series, consider my Divided series which is a direct follow up to this!

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