The Things We Do For The Fleet

The Things We Do For The Fleet

Chapter 8: Not so secrets

💙Eventual Leonard McCoy x Fem!reader💙

⚠️: insinuations of something 🌶️🌶️🌶️, but no 🌶️🌶️🌶️

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Leonard stood stiffly against the other side of the door as he waited quietly. Good god, what’s wrong with you? Of course she doesn’t want you there when she changes, he internally reprimanded himself for his inconsideration.

He didn’t have a terribly long time to dwell on the thought as the door fell open behind him and he stumbled backward a few steps. “Oh! I’m sorry!” Y/N let out and got up to help him before she could think better of it.

Regret instantly racked her body as pain shot up her leg. “No, really it’s fine,” Leonard insisted as he put a hand to her waist and pressed her back into sitting down.

“You really don’t need to hurt yourself more for my sake,” He said sort of wryly as he took his own seat again.

Once seated and collected he finally had enough time to take her in as she wore his shirt. It wasn’t terribly big on her, but it certainly didn’t fit, the most noticeable thing was the way Y/N had to roll the sleeves back to keep them out of the way.

 “Anyway,” Y/N said in a way that intimated that she had already been talking for quite some time before Leonard actually tuned back in. “Maybe we could play a game or something? '' She said, shrugging and sipping the remnants of her smoothie.

 “And what game do you suggest?” Leonard asked, raising an eyebrow.

 “I dunno, we don’t really know each other. Maybe truth or dare, or twenty questions or something,” Y/N tossed out the first ideas that came to her mind.

“Alright, then, shoot,” Leonard said, taking a bite out of his sandwich.

 “Err, okay,” Y/N tried to think of something interesting to ask him. “Oh! Okay, your first kiss?” She asked excitedly and seemed pleased with herself for thinking of it.

Leonard sat pensively for a moment before looking at her, “The girl next door brought me a juice box, we were best friends at the time,” he answered shortly as if the sentence burned him. “ We were maybe five,” Leonard explained as an afterthought.

Y/N sat thoughtfully for a short while, “ That’s very sweet,” she said, “I suppose that makes it your turn,” Y/N said, readjusting in her chair.

Leonard stared at the wall behind her for some time before looking back to her again, “How about this, what’s an odd or embarrassing little thing about you?” He asked the question carefully.

 “Oh that’s a good one,” Y/N started and put her glass down on the desk, “I would have to say the fact that I love oranges, but can’t peel one for myself is both a bit odd and a bit embarrassing,” she admitted softly, still looking down at the glass now collecting condensation around the rim.

 Now that’s cute, Leonard thought as he looked at the girl who looked as though she were adamantly avoiding his eyes. “Alright then,” He paused for a moment, “Believe it’s your turn,” he said, returning to his sandwich.

They went on this way for quite some time until there was a sudden knock on the door. Y/N nearly fell out of her seat in surprise. She held hand over her heart as Leonard did his best to refrain from laughing at her.

“Come on in,” Leonard called out to whoever was on the other side of the door. The door began to open and revealed one of the nurses peeking in.

“The captain is here to see you Dr. McCoy,” The nurse announced. The silent question as to what should be done, hung in the air after her words.

“Tell him I’m not here right now,” Leonard said without hesitation and shooed the nurse away quickly. She left without any sort of hesitation or even surprise at the order.

“What do you think he wants?” Y/N asked, looking at McCoy with large, curious, doe-like eyes. Good god, that look’ll kill me, Leonard sighed and rubbed his eyes.

“I dunno, I just hope he leaves it be, whatever it happens to be,”  he said before he looked up at her suddenly, “I never did ask I don’t think, how’d you hurt yourself?” he asked, a look of curiosity now plastered over his own face as well.

“Well, umm,” Y/N began and started to fidget with the sleeve’s end, “I just tripped over a pot in the supply closet,” She said so quietly, as though it were somehow the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to her. Though this certainly wasn’t the most embarrassing thing to happen to her by a long shot, everything felt embarrassing for her at the moment for some inexplicable reason.

“Well then, I-” Leonard started, but was abruptly interrupted by the door swinging open in a way that had the hinges creaking.

“See, I knew you were lying to me!!” Kirk bellowed as he pointed an accusatory finger at McCoy. At this moment Y/N sat stiffly in silent shock.

Leonard briefly looked over at Y/N before turning his attention back to Kirk, it was really nothing more than a flicker of his eyes, but it was still enough to draw the captain’s attention to whatever Leonard was looking at.

“Why didn’t you tell me you had company?” Kirk asked, full of a certain smugness that grated on McCoy’s nerves.

“Because it wasn’t any of your business,” Leonard hissed as he gripped the arms of his chair. Y/N fidgeted nervously with the sleeves more intently, an action which drew Jim’s attention.

“I see, I wouldn’t want company for such activities either,” Kirk said with a smirk and a wink in Y/N’s direction. She turned bright red under his gaze and the insinuation of his words. Leonard on the other hand, absolutely seethed at it, he stood and slammed a hand on the desk.

“I know exactly what you’re implying and I do NOT appreciate it. Not only is that not something for you to speculate about, but nothing of the kind happened here!” Leonard exclaimed at the top of his voice. Jim was taken aback, yeah he had irritated McCoy before plenty, but he had never reacted this way before.

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💙Leonard McCoy x gn!reader💙

⚠️: mentions of small injury

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You had gone out on a simple exploratory mission, you know basic stuff: Can you breathe here, will the inhabitants kill you, are there even any inhabitants, can you eat the plants. So far it was pretty chill, no one had been eaten alive, you went out with three redshirts and still had three redshirts, which was impressive because they seemed to have a knack for being the first ones down.

Finding that there were no inhabitants, but that there were plenty of plants, everyone, botany department and otherwise, had been assigned to collecting plant samples. With no perceived danger, the landing party had been permitted to separate into smaller groups, so of course Y/N and Leonard had gone off together.

Kirk had made his jokes about the pairing, but quickly shut up when Bones shot back that, “We all already know you’re going off with Spock, and you aren’t gonna get any real work done!”. Certainly Jim had been a bit embarrassed, but everyone else had a good laugh at the captain’s expense.

Y/N knelt down by a vine of blue flowers, “This would be very pretty to keep in your quarters,” they softly commented, looking up at Leonard for his reaction. Leonard held his tricorder up to its leaves, “I don’t think so,” He said, focusing on the tricorder reading, “It reads as poisonous,” he informed. 

“Oh!” Y/N exclaimed, hopping back from the plant and putting on gloves. “But,” Y/N started as they knelt back down to take a sample, “Your quarters could still do with a plant to liven the place up a bit,” Y/N remarked. “That’s what I have you for,” Leonard chuckled, Y/N looked back at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Well I can’t sit there and look pretty all the time you know,” Y/N said as they closed the petri dish around the sample. Moving over a few inches, Y/N went to inspect a different plant that didn’t have flowers at all, but rather thorns.

“What about this one for your quarters?” Y/N asked, briefly tugging at one of the branches to indicate which plant she was referring to. “It’s just like you, I’m sure you’d be great roommates,” Y/N remarked as they attempted to avoid being stuck with thorns.

“Ha, ha,” Leonard replied humourlessly, lightly kicking up dirt in Y/N’s direction. They coughed a bit as they inhaled some of the dust that was now floating around, reflexively squeezing their hand around the branch they had been holding in the process.

“Crap,” Y/N bit out in shock at the sensation of the thorns puncturing the palm of their hand. Leonard kneeled by their side to have a look at Y/N’s hand.

“You’re in the botany department, I would have thought you knew not to touch these things,” He lightly scolded as he began cleaning the small puncture wound.

“Maybe,” Leonard began as he wrapped up Y/N’s hand, “It’s time to go back before you hurt yourself too much more,”

“Mmmm,” Y/N considered the idea briefly, “Is there a nap and cuddles involved in this going back  plan?” they asked, now holding their hand to their chest.

“Of course that’s involved,” Leonard promised. He pulled Y/N’s hand away from their chest and planted a delicate kiss firmly on their palm.

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The Things We Do For The Fleet

Chapter Nine: Miles

💙Eventual Leonard McCoy x fem!reader💙

⚠️: we’re getting a little angsty, mentions of drinking

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“Umm, maybe,” Y/N began, sensing that the tension in the room was still building up. “Maybe I should go,” She said quietly. This broke Leonard out of his glaring at Kirk, “I mean, maybe nurse Chapel or someone could help me back,” She offered.

Leonard’s face fell as he saw the look of utter panic cross Y/N’s face. “No you don’t have to do that,” He tried to comfort her with a softening look in his eyes. Y/N shook her head shyly.

“No, really it’s alright,” she assured as she slowly began standing up and walking past Kirk and out of the office. She delicately closed the door behind herself and looked around the medbay for anyone who didn’t look busy at the moment.

Y/N caught the attention of one of the assistants, “Is there something I can do for you?” He asked gently, putting a hand on her shoulder.

“Err, yes actually, if you wouldn’t mind of course,” She said, trying to be sure he really wanted to help her.

“Of course that’s what I’m here for,” He reassured her with a shining smile and a small squeeze of the hand on her shoulder.

He’s got such a nice smile, Y/N could feel herself start to smile at the thought.

“Would you mind helping me to my quarters then?” Y/N asked the assistant. He wrapped an arm around her waist and took up her weight in his arm, in lieu of actually wording a response.

“If I’m gonna hold you all the way to your quarters I should probably introduce myself,” He joked with a grin, “I’m Miles,” his smile widened as he looked to Y/N.

“Very nice to meet you Miles, I’m Y/N,” She returned the introduction with a light blush dusting her cheeks.

“Pretty name for a pretty girl,” Miles said as they began to walk out of the medbay.

“Gee, never heard that one before,” Y/N giggled as she leaned further into Miles’ side. Miles shook his head before looking at her again.

“Well maybe you’ve heard it so much because it’s true,” He offered, “Now you’ll still have to lead the way,” Miles said.

“Good thing I know where we’re going then,” Y/N smiled.

Y/N walked out the door and Leonard was left to glare very intensely at Jim. When the door closed Jim opened his mouth to speak, but he was cut off. “No, I don’t wanna hear it, whatever it is!” he said sternly.

“Fine then,” Kirk seemed to be surrendering, but Leonard didn’t believe it for a second. “What did I interrupt then?” He asked as though he were daring Leonard to bring evidence that he was wrong.

“Lunch, we were eating lunch. Is there something wrong with that?” He seemed ready to blow up at any moment now.

“Then why was she wearing your shirt?” Jim asked, a bit of a smug grin creeping across his face as he stood triumphantly.

“Because she spilled her smoothie,” Leonard said, he was beginning to lose steam at this point. He was still angry, he just didn’t have the energy to outwardly argue this matter anymore. “What did you even want in the first place?” He asked hoping that if he could get this out of the way Kirk would leave.

“I was just coming to check in on how you were doing with the rooming situation,” He explained, trying not to further aggravate the situation.

“Awkwardly, but fine,” Leonard replied shortly without giving it any real thought. Although I wish she didn’t seem so scared of me, Leonard thought before he could stop himself.

“Alright then,” Kirk conceded, one foot turning to the side, “I’ll see you around then, I guess,” Jim said before turning to leave.

“Bye then," Leonard called after him. He sank down into his chair and pulled one of his desk drawers open to reveal whiskey and a glass tumbler. McCoy sighed to the empty room as he took the glass and bottle and put them out on his desk.

He opened the bottle and began pouring haphazardly where he would normally measure carefully, this afternoon he simply poured until the glass was very nearly full.

Y/N and Miles came up to her quarters as she was now leaning deeply into his side, tired of standing any longer. “Thank you,” Y/N said sleepily as she began working up the strength to walk in by herself.

“Hey, not to be too forward or anything,” Miles started, looking down at Y/N, “But would you want to maybe have dinner with me sometime?” he asked, squeezing her waist a little bit to punctuate the question.

Y/N paused for a moment as she thought back to lunch just minutes before with Leonard, and then remembered the yelling and the way they seemed almost as though they were fighting because of her. Maybe it would be for the best if she took Miles up on this.

She looked up at him with a sweet smile, “I think that would be very nice,” Y/N answered honestly.

“That’s great!” Miles said, “Would it be okay if I came to get you at seven tonight?” He asked Y/N, “I’ll make dinner,” He added quickly.

“Alright, that sounds great,” She smiled brightly to him again, “But for now I do have to get off my ankle and get some rest,” She told Miles as she nodded to her door.

“Right, of course. I’ll see you at seven,” Miles said as he let go of Y/N, still watching her to make sure she got in okay.

As the door opened up Y/N turned back to Miles, “I’ll see you tonight then,” She smiled as the door closed.

Y/N quickly sat herself down on the couch, now she just had to figure out what she would do for the next five hours that didn’t involve being on her feet.

Looking resignedly at the time she decided that a nap was as good as anything. “Computer, set an alarm for six o’clock this evening,” Y/N softly ordered the machine and waited for the sound of recognition.

Once she heard the computer reply she laid back on the couch and rolled over to get some sleep.

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