leonard mccoy

anonymous asked:

Spock believes Bones is incapable of any emotional control or holding back anything. Spock discovers how wrong his assessment is when he discovers how much sadness and loneliness he bottles up and bears constantly. Spock finds this unacceptable, and vows to try and make Bones happy any way he can. (whether Spock knows he's in love with Bones yet is up to you.)

I need to get my writing mojo going and kill some time! Send me a ship or a character, and a word (or an au) and I’ll write a 500-1000 word drabble for it.

Humans are emotional.

It’s not like this fact is new or surprising, but Spock still can’t help but feel lost, and a little bewildered, when he gets caught in the middle of an emotional storm – something that is near constant with Dr. McCoy. Leonard McCoy is an exceptional doctor, he’s one of the most skilled surgeons Spock has ever had the pleasure of meeting, and he is a brilliant researcher. Despite all this, the doctor is also a man who is completely run by his emotions. Indeed, he is quite incapable of exerting any sort of control over them, and always seems to be in a passionate state over one thing or another.

To Spock, it seems like a most inefficient way to live, and quite exhausting as well.

There has never been any cause for Spock to question his assessment of the doctor, and he is quite confident that he has the man all figured out.

Humans are contrary.

They refused to be so easily classified, and Leonard McCoy is the absolute worst in this case. He seems to thrive on completely destroying Spock’s expectations and careful classification.

The landing party had been attacked by Klingons when they were checking on a human colony. The casualty rate is high, the med-bay is absolutely full, and Spock gets his first hint that he may have completely misjudged the doctor.

The captain had sent Spock down to get treated for a phaser wound on his arm, nothing that he though warranted concern, but orders were orders.

“Spock! What are you doing here?” The doctor catches sight of him, and makes his way through the crowd to where he’s standing awkwardly by the door. “Did you get hit too?”

A frown creases the doctor’s brow, and he looks Spock over from head to toe, with a clinical look in his eyes. “Just a phaser wound on your arm? You’re going to have to wait. I’m up to my eyeballs in here and it always seems like I have too much staff, except when there’s a crisis, then I don’t have enough!” he half growls, running a hand distractedly through his hair, making it stand up at odd angles.

Spock lifts an eye brow, though he doesn’t say anything about the emotional outburst. “Of course, doctor,” he acknowledges.

“Great, take a bed and I’ll-”

“Doctor McCoy! We’ve got a dpw, looks like a bat’leth.”

McCoy immediately turns away from Spock, an intense look crosses his features. “I’m on my way. You stay there,” he says, almost as an afterthought, not even glancing over his shoulder as he hurries off.

There had been that brief emotional outburst, but now the doctor is all efficiency, checking charts and monitoring his staff with a coolness that Spock can admire.

“Shit, they got her good. Prep her for surgery right away, we’ll see if we can’t get that internal bleeding to stop so our regenerators can do their work. M’Benga, you’re in charge here, funnel all patients directly to me in surgery, I have a feeling I’ll be there awhile.”

Curiosity makes Spock follow to the viewing area. His wound, while painful, is not in immediate need of attention and he would far rather witness the doctor at work.

The first patient survives, the second does not. The doctor labours for two solid hours before he finally calls it. Spock waits for it, wait for the emotional outburst that he knows must be coming, because that’s just how the doctor is, when he can’t control something, he gets passionately emotional.

Nothing happens.

McCoy strips off his bloody gloves, pulls down his mask, and calmly says the time. There’s a brief moment when his shoulders slump, but they straighten almost immediately and he retreats to the prep room, presumably to change out of his bloody clothing and get sterilized again.

It takes maybe twenty-minutes, and then he’s back in the operating room, trying to keep one more person from death.

Humans are hard.

Leonard had been working for over twenty straight hours. There had been a virus on Moab IV that was targeting specific genetics that had been bred into the human colonists. When the Enterprise had arrived, there’d already been two deaths, and Leonard had been determined to find a cure before there was anymore.

He had not succeeded.

Three more deaths, two of them children, yet Leonard hadn’t even batted an eye, he’d continued his research until he’d succeeded in saving the rest.

Spock knocks on the door to Leonard’s private office. There’s a growled response that Spock decided to take as permission, and he steps through the door.

Leonard is at his desk, a glass of amber liquor in his hand, but all he’s doing is staring at it. “What do you want Spock?” he asks, his tone soft, voice tired, but there is none of the excess emotion that Spock had expected to be subject to.

“I came to inquire after you. The captain is concerned and has expressed his wishes that you get some sleep before starting on your reports.” Spock steps further into the room, positioning himself closer to Leonard. “I was wondering if I might take a look at your preliminary findings?” He reaches for the PADD in front of Leonard, his fingers grazing lightly over the exposed skin of his writs as he leans down.

He’s nearly overwhelmed.

“Oh he did, did he?” There’s a twist in Leonard’s smile that Spock doesn’t recognize. The doctor sighs, and leans back in his chair, closing his eyes.

Spock is still fighting through the mess of emotions - anger, fear, desperation, sadness, loneliness – that had been transferred in that brief touch when he had purposefully lowered his barriers.

“It’s my little girl’s birthday today,” he says softly. He doesn’t look at Spock, doesn’t give any indication to how he’s feeling, but Spock can practically taste his emotions on the air, can feel them still swirling in the back of his mind.

“You miss her.” It’s an observation, not a question.

“Course I do. She doesn’t have time for me anymore though. Can’t say I blame her, I’m all the way out here after all.” Leonard shakes his head, and now Spock can see it, the sheer force of emotion that Leonard is holding back.

Every day. It’s bottled up and compartmentalized a burden the doctor is bearing all by himself.

Spock can see why he loses it sometimes; venting his frustrations to the world so no one looks closer to see the loneliness he’s keeping to himself.

For some reason, this doesn’t sit well with Spock. He doesn’t like this new knowledge. It feels heavy and uncomfortable, it tugs at him to do something, to find a way to make Leonard’s burden a little lighter.

Spock resolves to do some further research.

Humans are complicated, emotional beings, but he very much wants to see Leonard McCoy happy.

Helping Jim - Leonard McCoy

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“Hey darlin’.” 

“Hey,” you said, turning to see your boyfriend walking up towards you. He tilted your chin up and kissed you. “You got your assignment, right?”

“Yes. The Enterprise.” You grinned and threw your arms around him. 

“Me too.” You heard a groan from behind the two of you and you looked to see Jim moping. Leonard released you from his arms and smiled at Jim.

“Spock didn’t change his mind, did he?” Jim shook his head and you hugged him. 

“I’m sorry, Jim.” The alarms went off again and you knew you needed to head off to the Enterprise. “We’ll see you afterwards.”

“Yeah,” he said, his puppy eyes wide. You groaned and looked over at Leonard who frowned. 

“There isn’t anything we can do, Jim. Right, Leonard?” He glanced over at you and nodded, but put his hand to his chin, pondering your thought. “Leo?”

“No, there really isn’t anything we can do,” he said, winking over at Jim. Jim broke out into a grin while you rolled your eyes.

“You boys are gonna be the death of me.”

“Don’t say that, sis,” Jim said, slinging his arm over your shoulder. “What do you have in mind, Bones?”

“You’ll see. Meet me down by the ships in ten minutes. Y/N, come with me.”

You followed Leonard down to the bustling platform, changing into your uniforms quickly. You slid the tiny blue dress over your body as Leonard pulled on his matching blue shirt.

“Ya know, these dresses are extremely sexist. Why can’t I wear pants?” you complained. Leonard grinned at you and kissed your forehead. 

“Complain later, babe, we’ve got to sneak your brother onto the Enterprise.” You rolled your eyes and took his hand, walking towards the pile of supplies that were being loaded into the ship. 

“Okay,” Leonard said, pulling you into a corner. “I need you to distract that woman over there.” You looked to where he pointed and saw a woman checking off the supplies that were going on the Enterprise.


“Because I need to grab something for Jim.” You nodded and walked towards the red haired woman. She barely glanced up as you stood in front of her.


“Hi,” she said, flashing a smile when her eyes met yours. “Can I help you?” she asked.

“Umm, yes,” you said, struggling to think of a reason to come talk to her. “I was just wondering where to get on the ship.” She raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow at you and smiled. 

“Sure.” She took a few steps forward and began pointing across the ship. “Just head down that way and you’ll find Commander Spock assigning people to their positions.”

“Thank you so much, I knew someone as beautiful as you would be just as smart.” She smirked at your remark and was about to turn around and catch Leonard when you grabbed onto her arms.

“What are you doing?”

“Sorry, I just didn’t get to hear your name. I thought I should thank you properly.” She smiled again and you saw her dimples show through. 


“Katiine. That’s pretty.” She shook her head and looked down at her clipboard.

“Can I help you with anything else?” You turned around and Leonard nodded at you.

“Nope. Thanks, Katiine.” You winked at her as you ran off towards Leonard. “Did you get it?” He didn’t say anything for a second, just looked at you in shock. “What?”

“Did you just flirt to distract that woman?” You grinned and knocked shoulders with him.

“You told me to distract her,” you shrugged. He fought off a smile and shook his head.

“Yeah I did.” You took his hand and squeezed it, smiling up at him.

“Don’t worry, you’re the only one I love.”

“I love you, too,” he said, leaning down to kiss you. “Now, let’s go meet Jim.” The pair of you sneaked across the bustling platform and met Jim behind a column. 

“Hey,” he said, looking at the two of you anxiously. “What’s the plan?” Leonard smiled over at you as Jim glanced at the two of you nervously. In an instance, Leonard stuck a hypospray in his neck and Jim gasped.

“What the hell?” he grimaced. “Does he do this often?”

“Stab me with things?” you asked with a smirk. Jim rolled his eyes and groaned.

“Am I not in enough pain?” Leonard’s hand wrapped around your waist and pulled you close. Jim’s face and hands began to swell up and you took a step back.

“Oh god, what did you do to him?”

“Nothing he doesn’t deserve,” Leonard muttered under his breath. You laughed and put a hand on his chest. 

“What was that?” Jim mumbled.

“Nothing. You two should get on the ship before Spock sees Jim.” Leonard nodded and kissed you, holding you close to his chest.

“This will work,” you said, looking into his eyes. 

“If not-”

“But it will. It has to.” He rested his forehead against yours.

“Or I’ll get kicked out of Starfleet.”

“That’s not gonna happen. I’ll see you guys inside, okay?” He kissed you once more, lingering on your lips for longer than before.


“I’ll see you in there,” he interrupted. You hugged him and smiled at them both as you ran towards the ship. You walked on past Spock and glanced back at the men one more time.

“You okay?” Uhura asked as you sat down next to her. 


You waited and waited for what felt like hours to see Leonard and Jim again. You began to think that they had gotten caught when Jim’s horrible puffy face appeared next to you, rambling about something, Leonard chasing after him.