A Sheep in Wolf’s Clothing
Fandom: Star Trek AOS.
Pairing: Leonard McCoy X Reader.
Prompt: “Stop talking about love for a minute and help me with this bullet wound.” For @kaitymccoy123‘s Spring has Sprung challenge.
Word Count: 1514.
Warnings: minor description of a bullet wound, a little bit of blood, mentions of violence.
Genre: action, fluff.
Summary: An away mission gone awry has reader admitting feelings she wasn’t quite ready to have out in the open yet.
Author’s Note: The title is a play on the old expression of biblical origin for something that’s not as it appears. This was hastily written and I feel like it felt a lot better in my head than it does on paper, but I hope you enjoy it, loves! Especially you, Kaity dearest!
A Sheep in
Everything around you has long since faded away. Your world is reduced to the immediate bubble of space around your body as you pace nervously back and forth in the wake of a firefight that’s left the guards who’d chased you and Dr. McCoy out of town out of ammo and far behind.
It was supposed to be a peaceful, run-of-the-mill supply drop off for the town’s medical clinic. Starfleet had never had problems with this planet’s people before, and so you the captain had decided a security detail wasn’t necessary. A doctor and nurse were plenty for the short trip down, he’d said, and so you’d come along on his orders.
You supposed it wasn’t Jim’s fault that female crew members had always historically come down in dress uniforms and that they didn’t appreciate how short your dress was. It also wasn’t his fault that they had reacted with violence against your sacrilege. You were the one feeling personally responsible for the whole situation now. Ordinarily you would have changed into a more practical uniform, but because you were only supposed to be planetside for a few minutes to makes the exchange, you’d elected not to waste any time getting into different clothes so you could just get the whole mission over and done with.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.