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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

word count: 1,055

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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.

I feel pretty good about this one

The Things We Do For The Fleet

Chapter Ten: Tea unattended

💙Eventual Leonard McCoy x fem!reader💙

⚠️: none

word count: 1,470

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Y/N woke up later that afternoon when she heard the door slide open. She sleepily rolled over to look towards the door. “Oh, hi Len,” Y/N greeted softly as she began to stretch.

“Hiya, Angel,” Leonard greeted in return, seeming to actively relax as the door closed behind him. His shoulders slumped as he moved to sit in the armchair next to the coffee table. 

“How was the rest of your day?” Y/N asked, now very delicately attempting to stretch out her legs.

“Mostly quiet and slow,” He said honestly as he stood up again. “You want some tea?” Leonard asked, walking into the kitchen and already filling the kettle with water.

“Yes please,” Y/N called gently as she sat up on the couch and continued her stretching. “I think there’s some vanilla chai in the cupboard,” she added.

“Alright, vanilla chai it is,” Leonard said and began to shuffle through the cabinet behind him. “How was your nap?” He asked as he continued sifting about the teas until he came upon a small box of vanilla chai.

“Fine, although I had this odd dream that I was an orange cat swimming in a glass of orange soda,” Y/N explained casually. She looked up at the time displayed on the wall, it read 5:30.

“Well that certainly is an interesting dream isn’t it?” Leonard said while pulling down two mugs and putting tea bags in them.

“So,” He started as he came back to sit in the armchair, “What’re ya gonna read this evening?” He asked, eying the book on the coffee table.

“Err,” Y/N began as she decided how to tell him. “Well, I,” She finally decided that maybe the best she could do was simply say it outright. “I have a date this evening actually,” Y/N spat the words out as fast as she could and looked to the ground.

“Oh, well alright then,” Leonard said lightly after a brief pause. He straightened himself up in his seat and just sat quietly until the kettle whistled.

“There ya go,” Leonard said as he sat a mug of tea on the table in front of Y/N and then sat back in the armchair again.

“Thank you,” Y/N said, stirring the tea bag around in the hot water. “I should probably hop in the shower real quick,” Y/N commented as she looked up at the time again.

Leonard glanced at her cup of tea before looking at her again. “Oh, that’ll be alright,” Y/N said lightly with an airy giggle, “It’s much too hot now, I’ll be able to drink it when I get out of the shower,” She explained as though she could read Leonard’s mind on the subject.

Y/N got up and walked toward the bathroom, “Oh, before I take up the bathroom, do you need it?” She offered kindly, stopped in front of the bathroom door.

“Oh no, that’s alright, all yours,” Leonard said, “I have to sort through that paperwork I brought last night,” he said as he got up to inspect the boxes still sitting on the floor.

“Alright then,” Y/N said and closed the door behind her. She pulled a towel out from under the sink to hang up and started the shower running. As the water ran and Y/N undressed she couldn’t but wonder what exactly Miles had in mind for this evening.

As the door closed behind Y/N Leonard turned back to his own cup of tea, one he had simply so Y/N wouldn’t feel bad that he was really just making her tea. He stood up and took his cup of tea to the kitchen, opting to have it while leaning against the counter.

I wonder who she’s going out with, Leonard thought as he swirled his tea before he could think better of it. “Not that it’s any of my business or matters to me,” He muttered the amendment to his thought under his breath.

Leonard swirled his tea around some more and decided he would not in fact be going anywhere this evening. He went back to the bedroom and pulled one of his nightgowns out of the closet.

Changing quickly, one of the books on the nightstand caught his eye. Now in his nightgown, Leonard picked up the small, blue book. He inspected the intricate patterns of little silver stars and trees on the cover. As he read the title something distant stirred in the back of his mind.

‘Peter Pan’ the cover read, Leonard swore he had some memory of only a brief mention of the story somewhere deep in his subconscious.

He took the book back out to the living room and settled into the armchair once more, this time with the intention of staying there for quite some time. Cracking open the book to the first page, he poured over the very delicate looking pictures in it.

“All children, except one, grow up,” Leonard spoke  the words in a feathery light voice to himself, just to hear the words, just to feel them on his tongue. Somethin’ about feeling the words, he tried to recall Y/N’s words from last night.

Leonard ran his fingers over the page before continuing to read the book.

As Y/N stepped out of the shower and reached for her towel she realised she hadn’t brought clothes into the bathroom with her. She took a deep breath in, tightening the towel around herself and turning to the door. Here goes nothing, Y/N thought, remembering the way she had answered the door the other night.

She threw open the door, finding Leonard engrossed in a book, Y/N took advantage of his absence of attention to his surroundings and scurried away into the bedroom. She closed the door and began to tear her closet apart to find something to wear this evening.

The longer she looked, the more upsettingly sparse her wardrobe became. She really only owned her dress uniform and her day to day uniforms. In the end Y/N opted for her dress uniform, choosing to dress as nicely as possible for the evening ahead.

Now wearing her dress uniform, Y/N gave herself a once over in the mirror. There were certainly things that she wanted to fix, but noticing that it was nearly 6:30, she gave a small huff and turned away from the mirror. I guess this is as good as it gets for now, she thought and opened the bedroom door.

Now all she had to do was wait, unfortunately, Y/N was not particularly good at waiting, so she puttered about and paced back and forth in the living room. She rearranged some things on the counter and went back to her pacing, somehow still going unnoticed by the reading doctor.

Y/N was still pacing when the bell suddenly chimed. Leonard jumped in his seat and clasped the book shut, Y/N stopped in the middle of a step and looked up at the time, it was only 6:50. He’s early, she thought, both glad that her waiting was over and also a bit bothered by the fact that he was early. What if I had still been getting ready?, Y/N reasoned to herself as she still stood in place.

“Are you gonna answer that or are we gonna pretend we’re not here?” Leonard joked as he looked up at Y/N.

“Oh, umm, yeah I’ll get it,” Y/N said, startled out of her thoughts. She went to get the door, “Oh, hi Miles!” Y/N greeted once the door was open, “You’re a bit early,” She commented offhandedly.

“I hope that’s alright, I was just excited to see you,” Miles said as a sheepish smile crossed his face.

“That’s alright,” Y/N said and returned Miles’ smile. For a moment she contemplated saying goodbye to Leonard, but she didn’t want to make the moment awkward in case Miles hadn’t already noticed him.

So with a guilty feeling lingering in the back of her throat, she simply stepped out and let the door close behind her.

Once the door had closed, Leonard watched the door for a moment with the book still clutched closely in his hands.

After a while he glanced over to the cup of tea still on the coffee table, now tepid at best, untouched and oddly gloomy to look at. With a sigh Leonard put down the book and took the mug off the coffee table.

In the kitchen he took one last lingering look at the untouched tea swirling within the mug and poured it out. He placed the cup in the sink and tucked himself into a corner of the couch to continue reading.

I can’t wait to see what happens next 😅. I wish I was joking, I have no clue yet

The Things We Do For The Fleet

Chapter Eleven: An Evening To Forget

💙Eventual Leonard McCoy x fem!reader💙

⚠️: talking with mouth full (does it need to be a warning? Maybe not, but it bothers me 🤢)

word count: 1,681

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As Y/N entered Miles’ quarters she was greeted by the smell of something quite burnt, but not hot.

“I made spaghetti for dinner and a cake for dessert,” Miles said, standing a bit straighter and beaming, Y/N just smiled politely and tried not to say anything about whatever had scorched.

“Sounds delightful,” Y/N complimented as she took a seat at the dining table. She looked around the place to find it all rather sort of cluttered and in disarray.

I’m sure Leonard knows how to cook, though I’m not sure why I think that, Y/N found herself zoning out until a plate of… interesting looking spaghetti was set in front of her.

“Oh thank you,” She lilted as she sat up straighter to take a good look at the plate. It doesn’t look… terrible, Y/N tried to reason herself into taking her first bite. She swirled some of the spaghetti onto her fork, steeling her nerves, Y/N got it over with and took her first bite.

“Mmm,” Y/N smiled widely, overcompensating for the feeling of bile rising in the back of her throat at the strange aftertaste.

“You like?” Miles asked with a proud smile as he ate his own. Does he think this is what spaghetti is supposed to taste like?!?, Y/N couldn’t help but think in a small state of shock.

“Oh, yeah, this is great,” She falsely assured Miles.

“Then do you wanna take the leftovers, these are honestly sometimes even better the next day,” Miles offered as he shovelled more food into his mouth.

“Oh no, I couldn’t that would be too kind,” Y/N tried desperately to worm her way out of wasting so much food without sounding impolite.

“No, I insist, it’s the least I could do,” Miles pushed, “It’s really fine, I can make more for myself anytime,” he tried to reassure her.

“Well, if you insist,” She smiled kindly at him and tried not to picture herself throwing away such a large amount of leftovers.

“Good, I’m glad,” Miles said as he finished off the last of his own plate, meanwhile Y/N was still looking at most of her’s.

She quickly did her best to down the rest. Y/N smiled brightly at Miles as she swallowed the last bites of her food.

“Did you want more?” He asked as he served himself out another helping.

“Oh no, I couldn’t eat another bite.” Y/N said as she put a hand over her chest.

“Then I guess you’ll have to take your cake along with you too,” Miles said as he looked back into the kitchen at the cake he had evidently made.

It now occurred to Y/N that they just ate all of dinner together and still hadn’t said anything actually meaningful to each other.

“So,” Y/N began, “Do you like working in the medbay?” She asked, trying to stir up some kind of interesting conversation.

“Oh, yeah, it’s really nice to help people, even if it’s really just my job to remind people of their regular check ups,” Miles answered her through a mouthful of food.

Oh, good, see-food, Y/N thought as she smiled as nicely as possible while trying to un-pinch her brows.

“What about you, what do you do?” Miles asked with a hand over his mouth as he tried not to choke on his food.

“I uh, I work in botany,” Y/N answered quite simply as she tried to look anywhere but at the man across the table who seemed to rather enjoy displaying his food as he ate it.

“Do you enjoy doing that?” Miles asked without any food in his mouth this time.

“It’s very quiet, I like the plants. Although it’s really a shame because I’ve never really been able to keep plants alive for very long,” Y/N smiled softly to herself. I wonder if Len can keep plants, probably not, but maybe, she found herself inexplicably thinking, she shook the thought away and looked back to Miles.

Leonard sat in his little corner of the couch very nearly dozing off as he attempted to continue reading.

“Maybe it’s best if I give up on this for now,” He said to himself and put the book down on the coffee table before he could ruin the pages by sleeping on them.

He looked up to check the time, it was only 9:00. Leonard got up and stretched out while looking up at the clock still. He really had thought about going to bed, but for some reason found himself pacing around before going back to the book instead.

It wasn’t too long before the door slid open and revealed Y/N, looking exhausted and holding a large container. Leonard opened his mouth to speak, but Y/N put a finger to her lips before letting the door close behind her.

Once the door closed all the way Y/N looked at him and nodded. Leonard looked over at the clock, “It’s not even ten o’clock yet, what kind of a date was that?” Leonard asked with a raised eyebrow.

By nine o’clock they had run out of, quite honestly, meaningless things to say to each other and by 9:30 they were standing in front of Y/N’s door again.

“I had a really nice time this evening,” Miles said as he looked down at Y/N with that certain glimmer in his eyes, one Y/N was all too familiar with, one that friends had described to her time and time again.

He’s kidding, right?, she couldn’t but think as Miles leaned in, this evening had not been Y/N’s version of ideal.

“I had a nice time too,” Y/N smiled lightly.

“Good,” Miles said as he finally leaned down all the way to kiss her.

His lips met hers, Y/N couldn’t help but feel disappointed, it wasn’t by any means a bad kiss, it just most certainly wasn’t the kiss. It wasn’t the one in movies with the sparks and the fireworks and the music coming to a swell. This was just dull contact, Y/N pulled away and licked her lips.

“I’ll call you tomorrow or something,” Miles offered with a smile as he continued gazing down at her in a haze.

“Okay,” Y/N said, almost certain that she did not intend to answer that call.

“Well, umm, goodnight,” Y/N said as she turned away to enter her quarters.

Leonard was sitting on the couch with the same book he had when she left. He opened his mouth to speak, but she motioned for him not to say anything yet. Once the door slid closed she nodded to Leonard and made her way into the kitchen.

“It’s not even ten o’clock yet, what kind of a date was that?” Leonard asked as he stood to see what exactly Y/N was carrying. “And what have you got there anyhow?” He asked, eying the tupperware.

“A bad one and you don’t want any,” Y/N said, her usual charming glee had seeped out of her person at this hour it had seemed.

She turned away and opened up the garbage can, tossing the whole box in without a second thought.

“That bad huh?” Leonard asked as he watched the lid on the garbage bin close again.

“That bad and worse,” She said as she plopped down on the couch. Leonard came to sit down next to her, taking her legs into his lap.

Y/N looked to him briefly with a blush painting her cheeks as warmth filled her body. She felt giddy, this was what she thought she was meant to feel when Miles kissed her and all Leonard had done was touch her legs.

“You wanna talk about it or would you rather not relive the evening?” Leonard asked lightly as he began taking off Y/N’s shoes and gently pressing his fingers into her ankles.

“Sums up to bad cook and see-food,” she pointed at her mouth as she said the latter, opting to avoid talking about the kiss, “And he quite honestly wasn’t all that interesting, nice just maybe not my type if I even have one,” Y/N explained, she could feel herself flush with embarrassment when she realised that she had said too much.

“Well, that just means you’ll have to try again,” Leonard said as he looked over to her to see that she was paying attention.

“I guess you’re right,” Y/N agreed, looking down at the floor, “but for now I’d like to sleep,” she whispered as she looked up at Leonard.

“Sounds good to me,” he said and gently patted her leg, indicating that she should move them now.

She quickly pulled her legs away and went to put on her pyjamas. When Y/N came out of the bathroom Leonard had already settled into his side of the bed. Y/N stood silently in the doorway for a moment.

Leonard saw her out of the corner of his eyes, he turned his head to look at her fully, “If you changed your mind I can always go sleep on the couch,” he said as he began peeling the cover back.

“Oh no, that’s fine,” Y/N said and got into her side of the bed.

As Y/N tried to settle herself on the very edge of the bed, Leonard studied her motions for a bit before he spoke up, “Ya know you’re allowed to take up space in your own bed,” he said and took a leap. 

Reaching for Y/N’s wrist, he pulled her closer to the middle of the bed. “Oh,” Y/N started, “You’re very warm,” she commented, she could feel the heat radiating from his body even once he retracted his hand.

“Eh, I run a little on the warm side,” He said, rolling to face away and turn out the light. “Night,” Leonard said from within the darkness.

“Goodnight,” Y/N replied before she got comfortable again.

I don’t know anymore!! I’m writing it and I’m like “do they kiss yet?!?” Wrote this and went “Nooooo!”

The Things We Do For The Fleet

Chapter Twelve: Orange Peels

💙Eventual Leonard McCoy x fem!reader💙

⚠️: Nightmares

word count: 1,161

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It wasn’t very long before Y/N was being woken up again, except the time on the nightstand read 1:30.

Leonard still had one hand on her shoulder as her heart raced. Y/N looked up at him as she sat up. “What, what is it?” She asked, still a bit fogged with sleep.

“Were you dreaming about soccer or something, you kept kicking. Are you alright?” Leonard asked, a certain soft concern lacing his voice.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine,” Y/N muttered as vague memories of her nightmare flashed in her mind. She sat up and ran her hands over her face, “Just a bad dream,” Y/N added from behind her fingers.

Leonard looked at her for a moment as he tried to decide what to do in this situation, he wasn’t exactly well versed in bad dream comfort. He finally settled on just asking, “Is there anything I can do to help?” Leonard asked, giving Y/N’s shoulder an encouraging squeeze.

Y/N looked at his silhouette through the dim light of the nightstand clock as she considered whether she could really ask this of him. She knew what would help, it had always helped and it only seemed natural to her, but what if it made things weird between them.

Y/N found herself overthinking everything about Leonard’s offer to help and ultimately worked herself into more anxiety, which her body hid poorly as she began to shake.

“Hey there,” Leonard whispered as he pulled Y/N’s hands away from her face, “It’s alright, there’s no need to work yourself into a twist,” he tried to comfort her, still holding her hands in his.

As she continued shaking, tears began to stream down her face as her breathing started to come only in short shallow breaths of air. “Oh come now, none of that, it’s too early,” Leonard tried to lighten Y/N’s mood as he glanced at the time. He looked at her for a long moment more, sighing he said, “If you don’t tell me anything I can’t help you,”

Y/N paused for a moment, actively attempting to calm her mind and body long enough to speak. “C-could you just, just hold me for a while?” she asked, steeling her nerves as she prepared for Leonard to tell her that she was being ridiculous.

“Yeah, of course, c’mere,” he pulled her close to his side before turning them both on their side as he snaked his arms around her waist, holding Y/N close to his chest.

“How’s that?” Leonard muttered into her hair, trying not to move too much or to do anything that might make her uncomfortable. This was already unexplored territory for them, the last thing Leonard needed to do was make the living arrangements uncomfortable.

“Thank you,” Y/N muttered through a yawn.

“That’s alright, Darlin’ just get some sleep,” Leonard told her as his own eyes began feeling heavy again.

As Leonard’s first alarm went off that morning he jerked awake, only to find he couldn’t go anywhere quite yet. At first he was most certainly confused, but then the memories from much earlier this morning flooded into his mind.

“I’m gonna need you to move just a bit,” he said, hoping Y/N would hear him as he slowly began working his arms from around her.

“Mmm,” Y/N groaned as she lifted herself just enough for Leonard to pull his arm out from under her.

“Thanks,” Leonard said, quite possibly to a girl who wasn’t at all listening, as he swung his legs out of bed to get ready for the day. He yawned, stretched, got dressed and did his usual morning things, but this morning he was struck with the idea to do something else too.

As Leonard thought back to lunch yesterday he remembered something Y/N had said, “I love oranges, but I can’t peel one for myself”, yeah it was something like that, that she said. This was the thought process that sparked him into running down to the mess hall and snagging an orange to bring back.

Leonard didn’t exactly have time to spare at the moment, but he still took the time to stand in the kitchen peeling an orange for Y/N to have when she got up. Leonard left the peeled orange on the counter and tossed the peel in the trash bin before he saw the time and dashed for the door.

I hope that’s not too strange a thing to do Leonard thought as he waited for the turbo lift to open.

When Y/N’s alarm went off she was vividly aware of a citrus smell coming from somewhere in the quarters. She thought that she must have been imagining it as she rolled out of bed.

Y/N yawned and muttered something that was incomprehensible even to her own mind as she headed for the shower.

After washing up and dressing herself, she went to the kitchen for tea, only to stop in front of the counter. There sat on the counter a peeled orange already pulled into pieces. Y/N smiled widely at the sight, quickly forgetting about her tea.

As Y/N reached for the orange she couldn't help the spark of pure, unadulterated joy that filled her. He really didn’t have to do that, I don’t even know what I could do to return the favour, she thought as she bit into her first slice and a smile overtook her features.

This morning Y/N didn’t even bother to go down to breakfast, she walked to the turbo lift with her remaining orange slices in hand and went to the green houses. She mindlessly put another orange to her lips, holding it there for a second as she considered what she had to do for the day.

If nobody else collected my soil samples yesterday then I’ll have to finish doing that, otherwise I’ll just have to check the duty roster, Y/N continued eating her orange slice as the turbo lift door opened to reveal the botany deck. She stepped out, still chewing and made a beeline to see the duty roster.

As Y/N walked her steps echoed through the halls, it never ceased to amaze her how quiet it was this early. Not that she could say she was terribly surprised seeing as she wasn’t typically here this early either.

Y/N stood in front of the duty roster for a moment, searching for her name. Running her finger down the list, she found that her soil samples had not, in fact, been collected. Not that she minded, this was one of the parts of her job she liked better. During this process it was normally fairly quiet and she could just pop on her headphones once more.

Eating another orange slice, she made her way to her own little botany station, where she intended to be until lunch.

I really liked this one, particularly because I also, cannot peel an orange

Ha! Chapter thirteen of The Thing We Do For The Fleet is on the way!!!

The Things We Do For The Fleet

💙Eventual Leonard McCoy x fem!reader💙

Chapter Thirteen: The Dearly Disliked

⚠️: are we- are we kinda being slightly harassed in this? (Someone help) not super extreme or anything.

word count: 1154

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McCoy found himself, somehow, for the first time in a long while, not busy. He was, much to his surprise, actually bored, as he nearly slept at his desk. Quite unfortunately, just as his eyes began drooping in that inescapably heavy manner, there was a knock at the door.

“Come in,” Leonard grumbled, quickly rubbing his eyes a bit before the door fully opened. The man in the doorway was one that he was only vaguely familiar with, more as background in the medbay than as actual person or acquaintance.

“Can I help you?” McCoy asked almost derisively as he crossed his arms and sat taller in his chair.

“Uh, yeah,” The man started, walking into the office and pulling the door carefully shut behind him. “Um, Y/N, she-” The man continued talking as he took a seat on the opposite side of the desk, but Leonard didn’t hear anything as soon as Y/N’s name came tumbling out of the fidgety little weasel’s mouth.

How does he know Y/N? Is he the bad date?, Leonard was suddenly squinting at the young man, as if scrutinising every visible aspect of him.

“Sorry,” McCoy interrupted, “What was your name again?” he asked, trying to soften his eyes just a bit.

“Oh, sorry, ehm Miles, I’m Miles,” Miles said it like his own tongue was in the way of his speech. He hurried to restate what he had been saying, “I was just wondering, cause she walked out of here yesterday, if you knew her, or maybe what she likes,” 

McCoy raised a brow at the man, wondering how Y/N had managed an entire evening without bludgeoning him with a dinner plate.

“Right, yeah, I know her,” McCoy said, not quite ready to lay all his cards on the table.

“Great!” Miles exclaimed, “So you can help,” He added, seeming grateful already. Miles gripped the arms of his chair, as he awaited McCoy’s next words.

“Hold your horses, kid. I didn’t say I would help. I said I knew her,” McCoy said, feeling inexplicably smug as he saw the boy visibly deflate with his words.

“Oh,” Miles breathed, he very nearly looked like he was still trying to process this. “Erm, why though?” Miles asked, a look of hope in his eyes, like he thought McCoy might change his mind.

“Because you’re supposed to get to know people for yourself, simple as that,” McCoy told him, seeming to think that it really was ‘simple as that’.

“Er, yeah, I guess,” Miles agreed halfheartedly, getting up to leave. “Thanks anyway,” He said as he walked out and closed the door behind him once more. Some nerve, McCoy thought to himself, thinking angrily back on the way Miles had asked such a question, as though he were entitled to that information, not that Leonard knew a lot of it anyway.

Later in the day Y/N went down to the mess deck for dinner, feeling very accomplished after having finished her job from yesterday and a few still unassigned duties for the sector and checked them off. 

In the mess deckY/N did her best to go unnoticed so she could just slip back to her quarters with her food.

Much to her misfortune, she had no such luck, “Oh, hi Y/N!” Miles called as he caught up to her.

Y/N sighed softly, considering just pretending she hadn’t heard him, ultimately she turned around and smiled. “Hi!” she greeted him, hoping to any higher being listening that he would be brief and be quick to leave her be.

“Can I eat with you?” Miles asked, that small glimmer of boyish naivety shining through his features. 

At his request she began to panic, “Er, well I was going to eat alone, I just don’t feel so well,” Y/N scrambled for an excuse, any excuse really.

“Oh well, maybe I could make you something for your illness,” He offered sweetly. At this proposition Y/N’s eyes fought not to widen too noticeably.

“Oh, you don’t need to do that, I wouldn’t want to put you out or anything,” Y/N tried to convince him not to.

“No, I’d love to,” Miles countered with a small chuckle.

“But I wouldn’t want to make you work outside of your shift,” Y/N attempted to claw herself out of this mess.

“It’s really not a-” Miles was cut off as a hand landed on Y/N’s shoulder.

She tilted her head to the before turning her head to see who it could be behind her. Though she was secretly grateful for anyone who would interrupt this interaction.

Later that evening, Leonard sat across from Spock and Kirk as they all tucked into their respective meals in relative quiet. Clearly the day had been exhausting. though boring, for all of them.

Leonard raised a brow as he caught a familiar voice cut through the chatter of the mess deck.

“I was going to eat alone, I just don’t feel so well,” He heard Y/N’s voice, sounding a bit uncomfortable. “Maybe I’ll make you-” Leonard didn’t listen for the rest, he was familiar with that voice too, and for some reason had been itching for a reason to show him up since their earlier meeting.

McCoy stood from the table, ignoring the questions from Kirk and inquiring glances of Spock. He pushed his way through the crowd until he came up just behind Y/N.

Laying a hand on her shoulder, he glared quite menacingly at Miles.

“It not a-” Miles stuttered to a halt as his eyes met Leonard’s. Y/N turned her head as far as she could to look back at him. The look in her eyes telling him that wasn’t a moment too soon, for that matter that he really could have been there sooner.

“Hiya, Honey, I was just missin’ ya, you were s’posed to be here a while ago,” Leonard said, looking kindly down to Y/N, then quickly shooting another glare to Miles, “Miles here in’ botherin’ you is ‘e?” His southern accent really kicking in with the severe disdain for the man before him, as he snaked an arm around her waist and pulled Y/N closer to him .

“Oh no, Len, I’m sorry I was just running a little late and then I ran into him, and he was just kindly offering to help, but uh,” Y/N trailed off, no longer sure what to say as her thoughts wandered down to the arm securely wrapped around her.

“Well that’s alright then,” Leonard said, trying to calm himself, refusing to look at Miles again. “Ready for dinner then?” Leonard asked, already beginning to pull you away.

“Y-yeah,” She agreed, turning in his hold and walking away with him. “Thank you,” She whispered as she leaned into him.

“Not a problem, darlin’,” He whispered back, giving her side a squeeze.

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