mckirk | COMPLETE | 9k | star trek | canon compliant, shuttle fic, angst
When pressed, later, Leonard McCoy would say that he had never expected space to kill him in such a detached way. For years he had touted that space was disease and silence, emptiness and danger without any regard for life. He had been certain that he would be killed by some malevolent disease, perhaps murdered by an alien bent on violence or ill-guided due to a cultural misunderstanding. At worst, he had thought, there would be a fiery crash and he would be thrown into space, asphyxiating as his blood boiled within seconds.