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Relaxing off the clock, cause not everything in these two’s lives is about their janitorial jobs.

Take it Easy - Star Trek

“I LOVED YOUR DOCTOR BASHIR STORY!!! Could you possibly do one of Doctor McCoy where the reader gets hurt and he cares for her? It can be fluffy but it doesn’t have to be!”

‘Ow ow ow ow ow ow’ droned on repeat through your head as you rolled over on the floor. Alarms were going off and you could hear quiet moans from the others who had been in the lab. The explosion had cut through the power system and the room was dark. Faint yellow emergency lights shone through the smoke and dust.

At least there were no flames you thought to yourself. You tried to sit up when a searing pain shot through your lower body. Gasping, you fell back as your hands snapped to your thigh, where they were met with a warm and oozing wetness.

And pain. Lots of pain.

Your communicator chirped. With wet and shaky hands you flipped it open”

“Y/L/N here.”

“Is everything ok down there? Our computers detected an energy spike.” The Captains familiar voice emanated from the small device.

“Energy spike doesn’t quite cover it Captain. We could use an emergency medical team down here.”

A pause.


“Im not sure. It’s pretty dark and I am…not mobile.”

“Are you ok?” the Captain asked

“Uh…no, but there appear to be some worse off down here.” You said as you glanced around through the now clearing smoke. Black dots started to appear in your vision as you began to feel increasingly sleepy. You didn’t notice the communicator slip out of your hand as you started to drift off.

In orbit, Leonard McCoy was standing on the bridge when he heard “Emergency medical.” He bolted for the turbolift. He used the intercom in the lift to instruct his team to bring medical kits and supplies to the transporter room. When he stepped off the lift, several more crew members in blue uniforms rounded a corner in the hallway to meet him.

“Situation?” One of the asked, handing a med kit out to him.

“Some sort of explosion. Prep for burns and shrapnel damage.” He grabbed the kit and stepped onto the pad. His worries as a Doctor were going crazy, but his worry for you specifically was causing the slight shake of his normally steady hands.

“Energize.” And less than a second later he appeared in the smoky ruin of the alien lab on the planet below. Right away he could see the two Starfleet scientists who were on your landing team, as well as several scientists from the alien colony you were assisting. McCoy motioned his team towards them.

He moved around the room, looking for you. His face barely hid the rising panic he felt. He took a step over a fallen column and spotted you on the floor. His stomach sank and his heart threatened to beat out of his chest as he dashed to the floor beside you, fingers heading straight for your neck to check for a pulse.

Your eyes fluttered open at his touch.

“Thank God” McCoy let out the breath he had been holding.

“Mmm Leonard.” Your speech was slurred and heavily groggy.

He started to scan you with his tricorder.

“Help…Help my team first” You tried to raise a hand to push him away, but found yourself unable to move.

“Like hell.” He mumbled as he pulled some sort of device out of his kit and moved it over the gash in your thigh. His panic returned as your eyes drooped shut once more and your head slumped to the side.

“Hey. HEY. Don’t you fall asleep on me Y/N!” He shook your arm, still holding the device over your leg. No response. “Dammit! Dammit!”

He whipped out his communicator “Enterprise! Two to beam directly to the medical bay.” He spoke into the little box. “COOLIDGE YOU’RE IN CHARGE DOWN HERE.” He yelled into the smoke filled room.

Moments later he was lifting you onto a surgical table and calling for nurses to bring him various things. As your pulse continued to drop, his level of panic rose. Shaking and feeling sick to his very core, he moved various machines into positions around your leg. A nurse gently tugged off your boots and uniform pants revealing an enormous gash cutting deep into your left thigh. His heart sank even further. You were losing way too much blood way too fast.

“Lets stop this bleeding!” He yelled to the room. A nurse appeared at his side with the required tools and he set to work, sending silent prayers to every deity he had even heard of.

Hours later, your eyes once again fluttered open. Listening, you could hear the familiar beeps of the medical bay. Feeling a pressure on your right side you lifted your head to find Leonard sitting next to your bed, his upper body slumped against your side. His sleeves were pushed up to his elbows and his fingers were wrapped tightly around yours.

“Hey.” You said, and wiggled your fingers against his.

His head snapped up and he looked at you with wide eyes before letting out a long breath.

“Don’t you ever do that again!” he spoke softly and moved to sit on the bed beside you. He brought a hand up to your face, brushing his fingers over your cheek.

“Do what?”

“Scare me like that. God Y/N, Ive never been so scared in my life. And I was once cornered by a Telethian Scissor-Beast.”

“Is my team ok?” you pressed.

“A few burns. A couple heavy shrapnel wounds like yours, but everyone is pulling through.”

You smiled and lowered you head back to the bed before a puzzled look came over your face and you sat up.

“The compressor must have receiving more power than we realized. I need to get back down there.” You mumbled and started to pull the thin hospital blanket from your legs.

Leonard stood and gently pushed you back down on the bed.

“Take it easy gorgeous. You can go back down there when I say you can.”

You shot him an exasperated look.

“Doctors orders. Besides. I don’t think I am physically able to let you out of my sight for a little while” He reached for your hand. You noticed the slight shake in his arm as he sat back down on the bed. Realizing just how scared he must have been you nodded.


He bent over to kiss your forehead, soliciting giggles from several nearby nurses.

“You’re going to be the death of me you know.” He mumbled against your hairline.

“Mmmmm” You murmured as you closed your eyes. Leonard began tracing circles into your palms with your thumbs as your mind drifted off to more calculations about the explosions. In the back of your mind though, you were silently grateful for the love of your protective sweet talking doctor.

The Colony

Okay, so this one gets a little weird towards the end, but it was really interesting to explore some other aspects of transformation.

Alarms sound around you as your vision is periodically flooded by the flashing of over a dozen red lights across the control panel. Sweat pours from your brow as adrenaline floods your bloodstream. You grasp at the controls, bracing yourself as the ship collides with the atmosphere of the unknown planet, sending a violent shock throughout the vessel.

“We’re falling way too fast, sir!” Kion, the first mate calls from across the bridge, telling you no more than you are already all too aware of. You slam down your fist forcefully onto the activator for the emergency retrothrusters, feeling the whole ship once again lurch.

“Shields at 67%.” The calm voice of your engineer, Soth, seems to cool you slightly against the encroaching heat bleeding through the ship’s failing defenses. Images flash through your mind, people, places that you may never see again, unless you can somehow maneuver the ship safely down to the planet’s surface.

“I don’t get it. There shouldn’t have even been a planet here! The way was supposed to be entirely clear!” Hectar, the navigator, shrieks. Even facing certain demise, he’s more worried about his reputation for being an excellent navigator than doing anything useful to help.

You watch as the altimeter continues to fall precipitously, leaving you mere seconds left before the surface. You divert as much power as possible to the thrusters, feeling the increased heat as the shields begin shutting down. The descent slows, but you wonder if it can possible be enough. You feel the straps on your seat strain against your skin, bruising it in the process, as the ship collides with the ground. The cacophony of sounds fades as the rush of gravity seizes your consciousness and everything goes black.

You’re awoken by the sound of crashing metal. You open your eyes to see that one of the beams supporting the nearby monitors has collapsed. You move too quickly at first, your body seizing up from all the bruising it has endured. You release the clasp on your restraints and pull yourself up, eyes darting around for any sign of your crew. The slightest hint of relief washes over you to see the three of them each shaking off their own incapacitation. Somehow, you’ve all made it through alive. Hectar is already messing with his personal Galactic Information Scanner.

“Looks like we’ve found a completely uncharted planet,” he says, a faint hint of wonder lacing his words.

“Lucky us,” Kion replies, gruffly.

“As you would expect, there isn’t any data in the system, but preliminary scans from the probe I launched indicate…yikes…the planet is almost certainly entirely barren. Which is odd, because it appears to have a breathable atmosphere.”

You shake your head. “Well, at least we won’t be tempted to stay too long.” The others give you their best fake smiles. “Well, nothing to do but get some rest for now. Soth, I’ll look forward to your report on repairs tomorrow.” You strike off for your quarters. You enter and sit down on the bed just staring into the opposite wall, feeling the panic slowly leaving your system. You stand up, removing your shirt in the process, to examine the damage to your torso. Sure enough, a black and blue ‘X’ covers your lithe midsection. You touch a finger to it, jerking it back quickly from the pain. You slowly ease your battered body into your bed, allowing the softness to overtake you, lulling you to sleep.

A fevered knocking at your door jolts you from your rest.

“Captain! Captain! You have to see this!” Hectar’s excited cried burst from the doorway.

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displacerghost replied to your post: jj-lockd: saxifraga-x-urbium: tptigger: …

Set omg why you gotta be breakin hearts like this D: this would be so gloriously angsty >:D …and also Roxanne in a Starfleet uniform omg all the yes


(I can’t decide if I want her in a command/helm position or as a communications officer in the hypothetical fic…)

(Megamind works in engineering but probably doesn’t wear the same engineering uniform as *crew* members since he’s not technically a citizen/part of the crew…)

and yes glorious angst I’m so glad you agree! >:D~ MWAHAHAHA (that’s the evil laugh emoji)