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Lost Days (p.t. 7)

Intro: Is this the end?  OH NO!  Once again requested by @missmle712​ - the reason for all this angst.  :)

Ok so I have a lot of feelings about the end of this series.  I am actually so proud of this last part I thought I wasn’t going to get it to turn out how I wanted it but it definitely turned out much better than I could have hoped.  I loved writing this series.  I definitely did.  It didn’t get a lot of hype or a lot of notes and I have to be honest and say that that did discourage me a little, but those who did love it, those who reblogged or left comments literally kept this series going because I didn’t want to disappoint you.  And next time I have a series I am definitely writing the entire thing before I post it because it was actually quite stressful to keep up with it.  But I am so happy with how it turned out.  And I hope you are happy as well.  

So thank you making the journey of Lost Days a memorable one.  You guys rock.  

Pairing: Jim x reader

Word Count: 3,450 (holy moly)

Summary: We have reached the end ladies and gents.  Is it going to be a happy or sad ending?  Read and find out! 

Intro Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

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Jim: 

As I waited for Bones, lying on the office floor in a pool of my own blood, I only entertained for a moment the possibility that I was actually going to die there. The only reason I really cared was that I didn’t know if Bones could find you without my help. 

I had called him when I received the message that told me where you were, telling him that if I didn’t send him a com in an hour, to come in after me.  Of course he had tried to get me to back down, to let him help me, but I didn’t have time.  You didn’t have time.    

He took a lot longer than I thought he was going to, and images played in my brain over and over.  Your eyes on mine.  The gun pressed to your head.  The crazed look in Eve’s eyes. You finally remembering me. Then the gun pointed at my chest. Then a deep pain.  Your hands on my face.  You calling my name. 

You. 

As I watched them take you away, kicking and screaming and calling my name, as I watched them drug you, your body going instantly limp, an odd sense of happiness pulled at my brain.  I was dying.  But I was happy.  

It could have been delirium, that’s what Bones would have said, or something to do with the blood loss, that would have been the logical reason, Spock would have informed.  But I couldn’t help but think it was because of the way your eyes met mine when you remembered.  The way your lips formed my name when you finally remembered.  You remembered me.  

I felt my entire world shift again, if that was possible.  You were alive.  And the entire world could have exploded and I wouldn’t have cared because you came back to me. 

When Bones finally showed up, he went into full doctor mode, and I just let him work, let him fret over me because that’s what he did best. Eventually he stopped the bleeding enough to move me and then suddenly we were beamed aboard the Enterprise. 

I asked Bones where you were, told him there was no way in hell he was operating on me until I knew you were safe.  But it was a half-hearted response as he literally had his hands inside the hole in my chest, trying to stop the bleeding.  So he called me a ‘god-damned idiot” and told me that he had already told Scotty and Spock about the situation, and that they were already searching for you.  The only problem was how difficult it was going to be to find a small mission pod in the middle of the galaxy. 

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Messy

Intro: So this monster of a fic I wrote literally in the past 24 hours in response to @whatif-animagineblog ‘s post about Leonard’s laugh.  Read it here.

I do still have drabbles to write and my Kirk series to finish but of course I needed to write this first.  The fic doesn’t necessarily focus on the laugh, but it is in there and did make me smile.  I hope it makes you smile too. 

Pairing: Bones x reader

Word Count: 2870

Summary: So basically the reader and Bones end up making a mess in the kitchen, the reader ending up making Bones laugh (wheeze and snort) after he has had a stressful day.  A little sweet love at the end.  Very fluffy.  Much fluff. 

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The bottom line was that you wanted to bake a cake.  That’s literally all you wanted to do and unfortunately being on a starship in the middle of space made it extremely difficult.  So you snuck into the kitchens after hours and were ecstatic to find the ingredients you needed.  

The truth was, you weren’t very good at baking, but when you set your mind to something, it got done, whether or not it was a complete disaster.  

So you gathered your ingredients and started pouring, using a recipe that you pulled up on your PADD.  You put on some music, letting the upbeat tunes fill the small room, making you unbelievably happy. 

“What are you doing?" 

You jumped 10 feet up in the air, knocking the flour bag over, spilling it all over the counter-top and onto the floor.  You had not expected anyone to find you in here. 

You spun around, your heart beating so hard you thought it was going to jump out of your chest and you now saw the source of the voice was the Chief Medical Officer, and your best friend, Leonard McCoy.  

"Len!  Fuck!  You scared me.” You set the spoon in the bowl and tried to catch your breath, shutting off the music.  

Leonard walked over to you, chuckling lowly, “Sorry, darlin’, I thought you heard me come in.”

He neared you, pulling your adrenaline-filled form to his chest briefly, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head before releasing you and inspecting the mess you were making. 

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The Blind Theory

Intro: So for some reason I literally just wrote this fic in maybe an hour all due to my search for prompts for a potential future follower challenge (let me tell ya I didn’t get very far because I came across this prompt and just went with it). 

The prompt was: “Have you seen my contacts?” (And don’t ask me how it turned into this but it did)

Pairing: Bones x reader

Word Count: 950

Warning: This is the closest to smut I am probably ever gonna get (writing it makes me kinda uncomfortable - reading it does not) and it’s not even that close.  Mostly fluff.  Ok all fluff. 

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Have you seen my contacts?” You called from the bathroom to your boyfriend who was in the main room.  

Everything was blurry as you fumbled around the bathroom, your eyesight so bad that you couldn’t make out more than just fuzzy shapes until things were super close to your eyes. 

“What was that, darlin’?” Leonard stuck his head in the door, and you squinted at his fuzzy form. 

“I can’t find my contacts.  Or my glasses.  And I can’t see anything to find them.” You reached out to Leonard and found the sides of his face with your hands, pulling your nose to his, his eyes coming into focus at your close contact. 

“Help me.” You demanded, making Leonard chuckle at your endearing nature before pressing a quick kiss to your lips. 

“You are too cute, darlin’, let me take a look around.” He pulled away, quickly going out of focus and you heard his footsteps leave the bathroom.  

You rubbed your face with your hands and started looking again over the counter, bringing your face close to the surface to see anything.  

Suddenly everything went dark, the light in the bathroom turning off, only a faint glow coming from the main room. 

“Hey, Len?  I think the lights went out.  I can’t see shit when the light is dim like this.” You called again, reaching for the wall of the bathroom to ground yourself. 

“Len?” You pulled yourself forward slowly as not to trip over anything.   

Suddenly there were hands on your shoulders pressing you backwards and you nearly slammed against the bathroom wall.  Hot lips abruptly cut off any of your protests and a solid form pinned you to the hard surface of the wall, the attack so sudden that you didn’t even have time to register it. 

He pulled his face away from yours, keeping you pinned with his body, his hands sliding down your neck to your shoulders.  

“Were you the one who turned the lights off?” You asked, leaning into the electricity that his hands were sending down your spine. 

He hummed in response, nuzzling into your neck and making you gasp at the pressure on the sensitive skin. 

“And why, may I ask, are the lights out?” You teased, now sliding your hands around his waist, pulling him closer. 

Instead of answering his mouth met yours fiercely, the kiss deepening quickly, tongues tangling and teeth nibbling.  His hands moved down from your shoulders to your sides, tickling your ribs as he snuck his legendary fingers under your shirt and spread them over your ribs, making you moan at the sensation. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck now, drawing him ever closer, impossibly closer, mouths moving together, breaths mingling.  You pulled your mouth from his, gasping, and began to press kisses along his jaw, a brush of desire sweeping over you when your lips hit a sensitive spot, just below his jaw, and he moaned. 

“You know, you are taking advantage of me by targeting my disability.” You bantered, tangling your fingers in his hair and kissing random parts of his face. 

“I am merely using it to my advantage.” Leonard murmured whilst you continued to press tiny kisses all over his face. 

“And how’s that?” You asked between kisses.

“I have a… wiLL YOU CUT THAT OUT? Ya weirdo.” You could hear the smile in his voice as he pushed your shoulders back, ceasing your attack on his face.

You felt him brush the hair off your face, his dark form barely a silhouette in the dim light and with your poor vision. 

“I have a theory, backed by strong medical research of course, that when you lose your sense of vision, your sense of touch becomes a lot stronger.  Amplified, even.” Leonard stated, and you were confused as to what he meant. 

“I don’t…” You thought, but lost concentration when he slid his hands down your waist and gripped your hips, his thumbs playing with the band of your pyjama shorts. 

“OH.” You finally understood, your conclusion affirmed by the tingles that the calluses on his hands left behind as he smoothed his hands under your shirt and over your spine. 

“You get it now, darlin’?” Leonard chuckled, his lips so close to your that they brushed yours as he spoke. 

You nodded, your forehead bumping his gently and you brought your arms up, resting your elbows on his shoulders and encasing his head between your forearms, your fingers playing gently with his hair. 

“I think I might need some more solid evidence for that theory, doctor.” You purred, and accidentally pushed your head too far forward, making you jam your nose into his.  

You laughed, internally cringing at the ruined moment, and reached to rub his nose between your fingers to disperse any pain.  Leonard laughed as well, nuzzling your fingers out of the way and kissing you deeply again. 

Suddenly you found yourself being hitched upwards, your legs wrapping around Leonard’s waist, his hands holding you to him by a grip on your ass and your back. 

“I’ll show you some evidence.” Leonard growled, which elicited a flash of desire, but also made you laugh at the cheeziness. 

“That was a terrible pick-up line, doctor.” You teased, brushing at his hair with your fingertips, praying that you weren’t going to poke his eye out or anything. 

“Well it worked, didn’t it?” He joked, jostling you up and down once to prove his point, as he had literally picked you up.

You fake laughed a few times before leaning back into him, pressing your lips to his in a hungry, deep kiss, abandoning all goofy banter as things began to heat up again.  Deciding suddenly that you were ready to take this to the bedroom, you pushed off of the wall behind you, nearly throwing the both of you off balance, but Leonard held you tight.  He got the hint and you were quickly whisked off into the direction of the bedroom. 

Turns out his theory was right. 

-Thanks for reading!  I hope you liked it!-

Imma tag @outside-the-government because you were saying how you liked hand stuff (that felt weird to write) and I think I got some good stuff in here. 

Permanent tag list (this is my first time using it **squee**): @feelmyroarrrr @jefferson-in-the-tardis @anyakinamidala

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A Dreamy Diagnosis

Intro: So I wrote this little (not so little) piece for @outside-the-government‘s Winter Blues Challenge (tbh I kinda forgot about it until you sent the reminder and I freaked out because I couldn’t figure out a story, but I think I got it!)

The prompt was: “I thought that was eradicated years ago!” I kinda changed it to “That was eradicated years ago!” Because reader and Bones are in medical field so I would assume they would know if something has been eradicated or not. 

Pairing: Bones x reader

Word Count: 2578

Summary: Reader is a nurse who is presented with a pretty tricky case.  The nurse enlists Dr. McCoy’s help to figure it out, and eventually does.  Is Bones developing feelings for the reader?  Maybe?  

Also: I had my respiratory infection lecture notes open for this one so all that information is accurate, but I kinda took a few liberties in the sense that I made up that the medical equipment wouldn’t test for this disease so be gentle. 

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You owed your date on Friday night to a 6 month old baby with a cough.  

“One more minute, little one.” You cooed, smiling down at the child as you ran the dermal regenerator over her wound.  

The Enterprise had received a distress signal from a nearby planet, the signal coming from a small colony that were being attacked by Klingons. The rescue was not as successful as it could have been, losing about half of the colony before you were able to stop the Klingons.  You were assigned to one of the children that had been rescued, a 6-month old that had been orphaned during the attack and had a upper arm laceration that you were quickly healing with the dermal regenerator.

She squirmed under your grasp and began to cough.  You noticed the cough as soon as she had arrived, but thought the laceration to her arm was a more pressing concern.  

“Oooo, that’s a pretty nasty cough you have there.  Let’s see if we can’t get you some antitussive medication, huh?” You babbled as you finished up with the dermal regenerator and moved to set up the medication to run through the IV that you had already inserted in her tiny arm. 

“Everything alright in here?” A deep voice sounded from the doorway and you didn’t even need to look up to tell that it was your boss and the CMO, Dr. Leonard McCoy.  

“Yep. Just finished up with the laceration, then moving on to figure out what this cough is!” You sang the last few words down at the baby, tickling her little belly with your gloved fingers as you did. 

You heard Leonard chuckle low and soft behind you, “Alright, well let me know if you need anything.”

“I will, Dr. McCoy.” You waved him off and heard his footsteps retreat as you focused your attention to the screen on the side of the biobed.  


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Stop Apologizing

Intro: My inspiration for this piece comes from a nap I took the other day.  I was feeling especially anxious and was curled in my bed, trying to take a nap, my arms wrapped around my pillow.  You know those pillows that have like arms and are meant to act as like a back rest for when you are sitting on your bed?  Yeah I had my arms wrapped around one of the arms and I thought it felt weird (yet very comfortable), like I had my arms wrapped around someone’s leg…. and voila!  You will see what I mean when you read this.  

Pairing: Bones x Reader (I promise more Kirk x reader to come!)

Word Count: 1904

Triggers: Fluff, awkwardness, nothing else

Summary: So basically the preface for this story is that Bones and the reader are classmates at the Academy and have become really close friends, studying together all the time.  The reader secretly loves Bones, but doesn’t say anything lest he not return the feelings and it ruins the friendship (yes very overdone plotline I know).  But one day it all changes…

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You felt warm and cozy as you pulled your pillow closer to your face, your arms wrapped around it tightly.  Snuggling your face into it you recoiled at the harsh texture of the material digging into your skin.  Lifting your head from the bed, you squinted your eyes against the light of the beside lamp and looked around, your eyes landing on a figure lying in the bed beside you.  

It was your best friend and fellow future doctor, Leonard, sitting slightly propped up against the headboard, a book in his hand.  He noticed you stirring and dropped the book a little, giving you a small smile. 

“Good morning, princess.” He teased and you could only squint up at him. 

It was in that moment that you realized that it was not a pillow that you had your arms wrapped around and face pressed against; it was Leonard’s jean-clad leg.  You froze in embarrassment, your eyes fully opening now as you realized the intimacy of your position.  You had your shins pressed up against the headboard, your knees at a 90 degree angle, and were laying on your side, the front of your body pressed against Leonard, your head near his knees and your arms wrapped around his thigh.  Only when you shifted did you realize that he had draped an arm over the back of your thighs, his hand resting on the bed just beside your butt.  

You rolled over, quickly pulling yourself from the intimate embrace and sat at the edge of the bed, your cheeks flaming in embarrassment and from the feeling of his arm draped against the bare skin of your thighs.  You took in a couple of shaky breaths before turning to face him, pulling your knees to your chest protectively.  

“How long was I asleep?” You asked, and rubbed at the sleep in your eyes. 

“6 or 7 hours.” Leonard responded non-chalantly, looking especially charming in his black-rimmed reading glasses.  

“7 HOURS!” You yelped in disbelief and looked at the clock, it was true, it was 7 hours later. 

You had come into Leonard’s quarters to study with him for the upcoming exam on alien anatomy, and had studied successfully for a few hours before you decided to do some independent reading.  You had lain down on your stomach beside him, your face propped up on your elbows, reading, your eyes getting heavy as the words blurred together, and you must have fallen asleep using Leonard as a pillow.  

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I’m Not Stupid!

Originally posted by boy-toy-mccoy

Intro: SO this little (yet not so little) fic was inspired by two things. 

1.  I saw an ask a little while back before I started writing and it was something about how the reader had an injury and didn’t want to tell Bones and when Bones found out he was mad (I can’t find it again so sorry if that was yours).  

2.  A line from the song “Aaron Burr, sir” from Hamilton - “He looked at me like I was stupid, I’m not stupid!” (lovelovelovelovelove hamilton)

Pairing: Bones x reader

Word Count: 3017

Triggers: none really, brief description of an injury (just bruising no gore). 

Summary: Reader has harboured an injury that they don’t want to tell Bones about it.  Bones finds out and is angry that they didn’t come to him. Fluff ensues (plus some angst).  - wow summaries are hardddd

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You were up on the bridge talking to your superior, Lieutenant Uhura, when you heard your name being said behind you. 

Recognizing it as the voice of Captain James T. Kirk you spun around dramatically and locked eyes with him, a look of amusement smattered across his face.  Looking slightly to his left you spot who Jim must have been talking to about you.  Grumpy Doctor McCoy straightened up beside Jim as if he had just been leaning down to speak quietly to him.  His mouth stretches into a smile when he sees you, making you smile back, but then it quickly disappears as you know the grumpy doctor never smiles for long.  

Setting your eyes back to the now-smirking Jim who is looking mischievously between you and Leonard, you sauntered slowly over to him as he sat is his captain’s chair.  

“Did I hear you gossiping about me, Jimbo?” You drawled as you neared the center of the bridge where they were.  

“Me?  No way?!” Jim said in mock defense, raising his hand to his mouth in shock for emphasis, “this guy, though,” Jim whispered as he put his hand on the right side of his mouth, cupping it so only you could hear, and motioned to Bones.

Jim’s hand was obviously not doing enough to block the sound and you saw Leonard roll his eyes and cross his arms across his chest, turning away from the two of you.  

“Really?” You played along with mock surprise, “was he talking smack about me because I can take him, him and all his grumpy doctor-ness.”

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If I’ve learned anything from science fiction...

you can’t build a utopia from hate, fear and division. Only a dystopia can come from those things.

I’ve noticed that most Sci Fi stories depict either a utopian future or (increasingly common) a dystopian one. But even in the ones that depict a utopian future (i.e. Star Trek), they often state in the back story how it rose from the ashes of a dystopia.

I think we are entering the dystopian phase now.  Whether it all ends in a utopia, or just… ends… remains to be seen.

But I have to root for utopia. What other reason is there to go on?

Red.

Intro: So this fic was requested by none other than the lovely @outside-the-government​ (go follow her btw). 

-REQUEST: A fic with Bones and reader with the line “You blossom under kindness, don’t you? Like a rose.” where Bones is being his usual gruff self but he realizes it’s scaring reader, and he instantly changes, outwardly becoming the kind, loving, compassionate person we know he is under the prickly exterior.

So to preface this: I am not sure how I feel about this piece, and it was actually very difficult to write, for some reason.  Maybe it is because I am not used to writing stories where the reader is just meeting Bones, but I felt that I needed to write it that way because of the request. I hemmed and hawed around what I had written and actually rewrote it before I was generally happy with the idea.  It came out a lot more angst-y and deep, and much longer than I had anticipated so I hope it is okay!  Enjoy!

Pairing: Bones x Reader

Word Count: 3084 (longer than I had anticipated haha)

Triggers: description of wound, blood, description of sexual assault (no details though)

Summary: See above for request. 

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Every time you had a physical in the medbay, you had an anxiety attack.  You consistently dreaded going there because of said reason, so when you cut your arm while digging through a box of old parts in the engineering room, Scotty had to force you to go.  

“Lassie, you need to go get that checked out by Dr. McCoy.” Scotty drawled, gesturing to your dripping, red arm that you had wrapped a dirty cloth around and now held to your chest.  

“Nah, it’s just a scratch, Scott.” You reassured, but you knew you were a terrible liar.  

“I’m no doctor but that looks like more than just a scratch, now get going.” Scotty directed and you wondered quietly if you would get kicked off the Enterprise for knocking your boss out and running back to your quarters to hide. 

“Fine.” You muttered and headed towards the door, silently swearing when you heard Scotty following you. 

“And I am going to walk you, to make sure there you get there.” Scotty assured, grabbing your elbow to make you change directions and head down the hallway towards the medbay. 

You groaned and felt your chest tighten with anxiety as you strode quickly down the hall, Scotty’s hand never leaving your elbow. 

When you reached the medbay, you surveyed the chaotic room, your throat dry, and your mouth tasting like chalk.  

“Scotty, I really don’t like the medbay.” You squeaked and this time you were the one grasping his elbow. 

“And I really don’t like it when my engineers die of blood loss.” Scotty badgered and when you didn’t move, he gave you a little shove. 
“Get goin’, lass, and I expect you back at work in the morning.” Scotty saluted and strode out the doors, leaving you completely alone in the busy medbay. 

You forced yourself to step forward, but jumped back when you were almost run over with a bio-bed someone was pushing.  Adrenaline coursed through you and you heard your heart beating in your ears.  You considered making a run for it, but someone’s voice stopped you.

“Another injured engineer?  What did you do this time? Slice yourself on a keyboard? Lacerate yourself reconnecting a motherboard?” As you followed the sarcastic voice to its source, you saw it belonged to Leonard McCoy, Chief Medical Officer. 

He looked down at you, his arms crossed, and his brown eyes sparkling with amusement.  Seeing his face reminded you of the scheduled physicals that he performed, and you felt your anxiety grow.  

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