star trek fan fic

Imagine Leonard overhearing your conversation with Uhura.

Requested by the filthy minded @bkwrm523

Originally posted by nichelle-nichols

It was not the doctor’s intention to overhear the conversation you had going with Uhura. He was simply strolling past the pair of you at the exact moment Uhura grasped in horror, “You’ve never had an ORGAS-”

“- UHURA!” You practically attacked the woman, your hand clamping over her mouth. The translator and communications officer glared in confusion until her eyes flickered to Leonard McCoy who stood there frozen in skeptical shock. The three of you just stood silent, unsure of when to talk until you couldn’t take it any longer. You grabbed Uhura’s hand and lead her away from the Doctor and into the turbolift. Once inside the safety of the lift, you turned to her with widen eyes.

“How could you yell that! In front of him!”

“It’s fine. He didn’t hear, I’m sure,” Uhara tried reasoning with you, but the uncertainty in her voice said it all.

“You better hope he didn’t,” you muttered before exiting the lift onto the quarters deck.

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He Overheard

Originally posted by deeepsleep

Prompt: “could you please do a Bones/Reader where it’s like, one night you drunkenly confessed to Jim that you have a sort of ‘doctor kink’ (or he finds out somehow about it) so whenever Bones is near you, Jim is all smirk-y and giggly, but Bones just usually passes it off 'cause it’s just Jim, but eventually Jim can’t hold his tongue and he tells Bones and he gets all blushy 'cause he likes you, so Jim cooks up a plan for you two to get together? haha sorry it’s long but I looove your writing so much xx”

Pairing: Bones x reader

Warnings: language

Words: 2096

A/N: Sorry this is a little late, y’all. Moving has been really stressful and it’s eaten a lot of my time lately. Thank God for my tireless Beta, who puts up with me incessantly asking questions and sending her things late, as well as yelling at me when things aren’t quite up to par. <3  

Ladies night. It had taken so long to actually get everyone together, but finally, you and Uhura had managed to wrangle a few other women from the bridge, the medbay, and engineering to have a night of fun when the ship was docked. Christine Chapel from down in medbay had gone on a supply run, while you and Uhura prepared your living space for several more occupants than it should have. You’d decided that keeping it on ship would be easier, as you’d have fewer unwelcome guests at your shindig.

“That should just about do it!” Uhura says, tossing another pillow in the corner to complete the last seat around your low table.

“Finally, now we just need Christine to get back with the…” You’re cut off by the door opening, and Christine appears in the doorway, arms full of bottles.

“A little help?” She gestures her head towards one of the bottles that’s about to fall. You rush to her, snagging it before it can drop and you take a few other bottles out of her arms. Grinning, you set the bottles and glasses up, chatting with Christine and Uhura until the other women arrive.

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Simple Man

I’ve had a serious thirst for some Daddy!Bones here as of late. So I wrote this real quick in order to help pacify it. I think I just ended up making it worse! Ah, well! Everyone gets to suffer with me now! Enjoy :D

1,096 word(s) of fluffy daddy Bones. Leonard x Reader

Tags: @imoutofmyvulcanmind @yourtropegirl @bkwrm523 @arrowsshootyouforwards @starmission @fanscribbling @outside-the-government @captainjimsexypantskirk @imagineangryspacegrump @hellhoundsandunicorns  @malindacath @kaitymccoy123  @feelmyroarrrr  @kilismaiden @trekken81 

You and Leonard just had a beautiful baby boy a few days ago. You were both nervous about it, but you shouldn’t have been. As soon as the baby was born it all seemed to click into place. Leonard fell into the loving father and doting husband role perfectly. He did things for your son without question or complaint, and took care of everything you needed while you recovered, nearly running himself ragged trying to do everything so you wouldn’t have to.

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Look The Other Way

Pairing: Leonard McCoy x Reader

Beta: None. You have been warned. :P

Warnings: None that I’m aware of.

Word count: 1978

A/N: This is for @outside-the-government‘s Winter Blues Challenge (Rules Here | Challenge Masterlist Here). My prompt is in bold.

“Explain to me why you skipped coming to see me about this and went straight to this alternative horseshit?” Dr. Leonard McCoy asked you, pulling the curtain back from around the bio bed, the rings scraping against the bar as he flung it closed behind him.

“Don’t yell at me,” you said between clenched teeth from where you were sitting on the bio bed. Seriously, the day was bad enough. Yelling at this point was just unnecessary cruelty.

“I yell because I care, dammit,” he said, quieter than before but certainly nowhere near a regular speaking voice as he approached the bio bed.

“Well, care a little more quietly. I’ve gone blind, not deaf.”  

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Calling Baton Rouge

Pairing: McCoy X Reader
Triggers: Smut Implied,
Word Count: 927ish without lyrics.
Beta: No
Song: Calling Baton Rouge by Garth Brooks
A/N: This is your @yourtropegirl birthday challenge. I hope you can all enjoy it. Lyrics are in italics. 

“What is taking that green blooded idiot so long!” McCoy said impatiently as he burned a hole in the floor of the transporter room, to no one in particular

“Since when have you been so eager to use the transporter? Are you finally over your hatred of them?” Jim said as he laughed at his friend’s ever-growing frustration of his friend

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Prompt: “reader wakes up on the enterprise and jim falls in love with her ?” - Anon

Word Count: 2,966

Author’s Note: This one got a little out of hand. Also, I dig Awkward!Kirk, apparently. Anyway, please enjoy <3

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Imagine: Reader x Leonard McCoy

Summary: Just another day on the Enterprise… or is it? When the reader and Dr. McCoy bump into each other in Medbay, it’s clear that something is going on. The whole crew seems to be coming in complaining of feeling lightheaded, when the unthinkable happens. The question is though, why is this happening? That’s what the reader wants to find out! 

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Edit: I apologize I’m not good at summaries. 

Need to know: Limited foul language. [Y/N] = your name. [Y/L/N] = your last name. 

“Don’t worry [Y/N] Bones is going to take good care of you!” Captain James T. Kirk said dragging you along by your good arm.

“Jim for the last time I told you I’m fine,” you pleaded trying to get out of going to the med-bay.

“Yeah right. When Mr. Scott has to request a Captain’s escort to get you to the med-bay we know something’s up.”

“Yea remind me to deal with that later,” you mumbled. You had been in the engineering room for all of ten minutes to deliver a message to Scotty when some stupid test had gone wrong causing an explosion. A piece of shrapnel aimed right for your face fortunately had been blocked by your arm. Bad news, it left a scary looking bruise and most likely a sprained arm. Everyone else got away with minor scrapes and bruises. Just your luck that you’d be the one to get sent to med-bay.

“You know Jim I could always…” You started, attempting and failing to pull away from him.

“No [Y/N]. Just stop you’re going to med-bay. We both know Bones would kill me if I didn’t make sure you arrived there.”

“Or you could just tell him I’m fine cause I am…” you suggested reluctantly. Your heart was pounding. Not only did you not want to face McCoy, you had an irrational fear of doctors offices. Kirk stopped a second to look at you, rolled his eyes, then continued walking taking you with him.

“Have you not seen your arm?” Kirk said.

“Jim please!” You pleaded, but he wasn’t having it. Before long you were stopped outside the med-bay doors.

“Are you going to go inside yourself or do I have to walk you to Bones too?” Jim asked staring you down. You scowled back at him, trying to show him he couldn’t push you around like this. It didn’t work, his stare was so full of serenity and concern that you walked through the med-bay doors in defeat. As the doors slid closed you caught a bemused smirk slide across Kirk’s face.

To your surprise, the med-bay was full of patients. Men and Women were scattered across waiting room chairs. Many of them clenching their heads and leaning them down between their knees. Reluctantly, you walked over to the one empty chair in the waiting room. For a while you went unnoticed. You watched the nurses shuffling around to different patients, many of them stumbling as they did so. Finally one came over to you with a clipboard.

“Name?” She asked sickeningly sweet.

“Err [Y/L/N] [Y/N]. Look if this is a bad time I can come back later I’m not-”

“Nonsense dear! Just wait a moment and we’ll bring you right back.” Said the nurse before shuffling away. After a couple minutes, a new nurse came over to walk you back to the examination room. Sitting you up on the exam table he briefly checked you over and asked some questions.

“The doctor will be right with you,” he said walking towards the exit.

“Are there any other doctors in today besides Dr. McCoy? I’d really like to-” but before you could finish your question he slammed the door shut. For several minutes you anxiously awaited the arrival of the doctor. To your dismay, Dr. Leonard McCoy came walking in looking down at his clipboard.

“Alright sweetheart what seems to be the prob-” looking up to see you he paused. “Thank god,” he said walking over to embrace you in a warm hug. It wasn’t the reaction you were expecting. “This place has been loaded all day. It’s good to see a familiar face.” Then the realization hit of why you were there.

“What the hell did you do this time?” He asked anxious. This is what you were worried about. Your natural curiosity of things led you to be quite accident prone. Thanks to this you had become very familiar with the med-bay and the good doctor. Though every time you ended up hurt, he always became overly concerned with your health.

“Leonard I’m fine,” you tried to assure him, but worry was plastered all over his face.

“Let me see,” he said glancing at your arm. Reluctantly you lifted it for him to look at. Gently McCoy rolled up your blue sleeve to examine the injury. The bruise had now turned a nasty shade of dark purple. Your arm had also began to swell up from your wrist to your elbow.

“Fine my ass,” McCoy mumbled. Shuffling in his pocket he pulled out his tricorder and began to scan your arm. As he carefully moved the machine over your arm you studied his face. There was something off about him. In the recent months Dr. Leonard McCoy had filled a special place in your heart. You knew him better than anyone and he you. Eyebrows knit together he intensely studied the reading on the tricorder.

“Well good news is your arms not broken,” he sighed. “It’s just a strain. A wrap and some ice will fix you right up.”

Walking over to a small freezer, McCoy pulled out an ice-pack to give you. When the door to your room creaked open. A nurse poked her head in through the door.

“Sorry to interrupt,” she said. “But we’ve got another one doctor.” There was a moment of silence. McCoy nodded to the nurse signaling he’d be there in a minute and she left the room.

“I’ll be right back,” he told you. “Keep that ice on the swelling.” Before you could reply he rushed out of the room. Worry began to fuel you about what could be keeping him so busy. Something was causing a dangerous influx of patients into the med-bay. After several long minutes, McCoy finally reentered the room.

“Is everything alright?” You asked worried. His face was beginning to turn a ghostly pale. Ignoring your question he went to grab a bandage for your arm.

“Leonard,” you said. It was now your turn to show concern for him.  

“I’m sorry [Y/N]. I’m fine. I’m just a bit preoccupied. People have been coming in feeling faint and light headed and we’ve just had two people pass out for unexplained reasons. All day I’ve been running over hell's’ half acre. There that should hold it.” You didn’t realize it happened, but your arm was now well wrapped up.

“Thank you,” you smiled at him. McCoy gave you a half hearted smile back. Beads of sweat had now formed on his face. He grew paler than you thought possible. Swaying, he placed a hand on your knee to regain his balance.

“Leo,” you said frightened. Closing his eyes he placed a hand to his forehead. Then stood for a moment rubbing his head.

“Leo,” you said again beginning to rise off the patient table. Within a second his eyes rolled back. You watched in horror as his body went limp. Jumping from the table you instinctively threw your hurt arm behind his head to support it. With a crash the two of you fell onto the floor. Relief filled you to see McCoy was breathing, but he laid motionless with his eyes shut. Throwing your arm behind his head had given him enough support to prevent him smacking it on the ground. As you rose to try and further help, a piercing pain shot through your arm. It wasn’t broken earlier, but it sure was now.

Library (Week 4 of Oct. ‘16)
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Star Trek

Shore Leave: Blind Sided

Summary: Jim x Reader x Leonard:  It all started when the crew of the Enterprise took some much needed shore leave on Yorktown. On the first night, you decide to go out with Scotty, Jim and Bones to the local bar. It’s when Scotty calls it quits for the night that things took a turn for If “best” meant being in between the most handsome men on the U.S.S Enterprise. Nothing like a good ole romp in the sack with the Captain & Doctor, at least for one night. One night, right? Or will this be the best shore leave you ever had?

Part One - Midnight Whiskey   Part Two-  Suprise

Part Three- Beautiful   Part Four- Screwed

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Originally posted by themagicthatsme

Pairing: Kirk x reader

Warnings: angst, a little bit of language (at this point you should expect a some)

Words: 1489

A/N: Let me start with sorry, then end with you’re welcome. This is a bit of a rewrite of the end of Into Darkness with a little fluff at the end for you <3 As always, comments are appreciated!

When Spock orders you to abandon ship, you roll your eyes. “Not likely.” You state, jumping out of your seat. “But I will find Jim and Scotty and help fix this.” Your eyes flash and you run out of the bridge as fast as possible. Things and people are flying around as the artificial gravity fails, and your face bloodies as a piece of equipment bashes your cheek, slicing the skin open. Grunting, you continue onward, finally catching up with your boyfriend and the head engineer as they dangle over the railings in the engineering section of the ship. You and Chekov help them up, and in the moment, you can tell Kirk’s face is unsure whether he is relieved to see you’re still alive, or upset to see that you won’t evacuate.

“I’m not going anywhere, Jim, so let’s get this ship back online.” You tell him, and you race with him to the warp core. You watch as Jim unlocks the door, and you set your mind to it. While he punches out Scotty and races back to buckle him in, you bolt through the door and seal it from the inside.

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OverWatch vs Star Trek pt 2
  • Julian: Oh damn.. Odo is not here
  • Julian: I'm gonna find this guy myself
  • Julian: *goes to the computer room* Ah !, There you are you bastard
  • McCree:'s high noon ?!
  • Julian: I swear you better leave right now.. !
  • McCree: okay fine.. *leaves but when walking past Julian rubs him seductively because his robotic arm glitched out*
  • Julian: AH YOU FU-
  • McCree: *Runs out*
  • Garak: *puts a phaser to McCree's chest* He's my boyfriend !
  • Julian: GARAK
  • Kira: All three of you dumbasses better get back to work !
  • McCree: Who are these people ?!?!
  • Kira: Odo's gone for one damn day.. !
  • McCree: Take a chill pill lady
  • Kira: What did you just say..
  • Ezri: *walks past by and hears the arguing*
  • Ezri: What.. people *getting ignored* calm down GUYS !
  • Reaper: *Teleports in* MCCREE GET YOUR ASS TO THE PAYLOAD
  • McCree: But .. this place is more action packed...
  • Kira: Who are you people I swear to the prophets.. ?!?!
  • *the whole Overwatch cast appears*: WE ARE OVERWATCH !!!
  • to be continued...?!
Imagine: Reader x Leonard McCoy

Part 3

Part 1 Part 2

        A throbbing pain radiated through your head. Wearily you opened your eyes. After blinking a few times to clear your vision you sat up. You were in a large circular room. Everything around you seemed to be made out of some sort of chrome like metal. Trapped in the room were crew members of the enterprise. It seemed that about a third of the crew had been taken. Several were starting to come to like yourself. But the majority looked around anxiously. The last thing you remembered was charging one of the bastard aliens with Sulu. After that everything was a blur. The giant knot on your head explained why. Your poorly wrapped arm seconded it. You were beyond fighting shape now, but that’s not why you were brought on the enterprise in the first place. Xenolinguistics was your specialty. Before joining the enterprise, you traveled with your father who captained his own ship. Together you studied various alien languages and culture earning yourself high marks in your work. Not only that you were one of the youngest in the field.

        Impressed with your credentials Lieutenant Uhura asked you to come work under her wing. With the enterprise doing her five-year mission in unknown space who knows what kind of new aliens would be found. New aliens meant foreign tongues and cultures which is where you and Uhura came in to help out. The problem was you currently had no idea where to begin. The creatures who captured you were unlike any you had seen before. Not only that, but their technology was beyond you. From what you could tell this prison you were in was more advanced than anything Starfleet could conjure. There didn’t seem to be an entrance or exit anywhere. A bright light shined down from the ceiling and a small hum radiated in the room from the walls, obviously electrified. Across from you, Sulu had just sat up and was rubbing his head.

        “Where are we?” He asked instinctively.

        “I wish I knew…” you sighed. There was no way anybody would be able to tell what planet you were on or if you were even on a planet for that matter. The enterprise hadn’t picked up any other ships or planets nearby. On the opposite side of the room where the two ensigns you had tried to hide. Your heart sank seeing them there and you knew if they found them that McCoy was located as well. Without a second thought you got up to walk over to them. Sulu called out to you, but you didn’t acknowledge it. The two of them united with a third friend and at the sight of you they gave a halfhearted smile.

        “Are you alright?” You asked. For a moment the youngest of the three studied your eyes. There was no concealing the worry hidden beneath them. You so desperately wanted to ask about Leonard.

        “He’s alright,” the ensign said as if reading your thoughts. “They didn’t even touch the doctor. We were blindfolded, gagged, and cuffed. They led us out onto some ship. I’m pretty sure we are on their planet now. At least we definitely landed somewhere and were moved here.”

        “There’s no way out though…” the others said softly. “The engineers that are down here looked at the walls. They don’t even understand what their made of. We’re trapped in a room with nothing.” You looked around and saw the fear on everyone’s faces. You didn’t know how long you would be here or why you were brought here in the first place. You did know one thing though. You needed to hold onto hope. As long as there was hope there would be a way out of this. Though by the looks of things, there wasn’t much of it left.

        “The captain will come for us.” You said trying to reassure them. “We all just need to keep a level head.”

                                        Back on the Enterprise

        James Tiberius Kirk awoke feeling like he had the worst hangover of his life. Only this time, the pain wasn’t alcohol inflicted. Slowly getting up out of his chair he looked around shocked. All his men and women were on the floor of the bridge slowly beginning to wake up. Kirk looked around at a total loss of what just happened. Quickly, he ran over to help the others on their feet. Everyone was there except for one.

        “Where’s Mr. Sulu?” Kirk asked doing a double take to make sure Sulu was the only one gone. The others looked around confused and at a loss for words.

        “Vhat do you think happened captain?” Chekov finally asked rubbing his head. Kirk shook his own head attempting to remember anything that might be useful.

        “JIM!” McCoy shouted barging onto the bridge. “Jim they took her! They took her Jim!”

        “Whoa Bones, Bones, calm down. Who’d they take?” Jim said placing a hand against his friend’s chest.

        “[Y/N], Those damn aliens took her,” he said, tears forming in his eyes. Kirk had never seen him so upset before.

        “That’s not all they took,” rang out an unexpected voice. Turning, everyone on the bridge faced Spock who had appeared out of nowhere at the door. “Permission to enter Captain?” Kirk nodded and Spock walked over to them. He looked completely unfazed by everything.

        “What happened to my ship Spock?” Kirk asked him.

        “We were boarded by an unknown alien species Sir. They took Mr. Sulu, Ms. [Y/L/N], as well as several other members of the crew. It is unclear their motives, but they somehow altered the oxygen on our ship without us knowing. This is what caused you all to faint and the aliens to come on board taking everyone who was still conscious.”   

        “Why the hell would they do that?” McCoy asked furious.

        “As I said,” Spock continued confused at McCoy’s question. “Their motives were unclear. It appears…”

        “Wait Spock were you awake for all this?” Kirk interrupted.

        “Yes Captain I was.”

        “How did you avoid being taken?” He questioned impressed.

        “Because I did the logical thing.” Spock said nonchalant.

        “Oh and what might that be?” McCoy asked.

        “I hid…” Spock said as if it were obvious.

        “Pointy eared bastard.” Bones grumbled.


Ok so I’m like absurdly excited to be posting this. I’ve been working on basically this fic for the last month or so, so I’m really pumped that we’re starting! It’ll be multi chapter, I’ve got most of it written now and I like this fic. I really like it. 

An away mission gone wrong leaves McCoy stranded on a planet with little to no hope for rescue. He grudgingly accepts his fate and begins recording his log entries. Unbeknown to him, the Enterprise above is receiving his communications but are unable to respond. His boyfriend of a few months, Spock, is having a particularly hard time.


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I’m so proud of this. Please let me know if you enjoy it <3



I am taking a Folklore class and our semester-long project is to write a study. If I do a good job, my project will be added to my university’s archives. As soon as the professor told us about this project, I knew this was my chance to give back to the K/S community. 

I mean, our community is the mother of modern fandom. It’s absurd that there isn’t already an extensive body of academic research on our contributions. 

At this point the project is still in the earliest planning stages (should I do a traditional paper, or a documentary or a podcast?) but I won’t have a ton of time so I’m trying to get a head start on finding people who are willing to share their stories, both fic and life.

If you’re interested in participating, or even if you just think this is a neat idea and think there are some things I should absolutely pay attention to that I might miss for whatever reason (maybe there’s a local K/S group in your community that I couldn’t know about, or maybe your mom was writing fics back in the 60s and she’s still got some stashed away in the attack, or if you’re really passionate about pod fics and want to make sure I include those in my study, or whatever comes to your mind) please send me a message or email me at

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Shore Leave: Screwed

Summary: Jim x Reader x Leonard:  It all started when the crew of the Enterprise took some much needed shore leave on Yorktown. On the first night, you decide to go out with Scotty, Jim and Bones to the local bar. It’s when Scotty calls it quits for the night that things took a turn for If “best” meant being in between the most handsome men on the U.S.S Enterprise. Nothing like a good ole romp in the sack with the Captain & Doctor, at least for one night. One night, right? Or will this be the best shore leave you ever had?

Part One - Midnight Whiskey   Part Two-  Suprise

Part Three- Beautiful   Part Four- Screwed 

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From Cacti, To Cactus - Chapter 1 - alienvibes, gayspacepilots - Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Bones and Ben become friends when they meet meet at the University of Mississippi for med school. They lose touch when they move back to their respective states; Ben to New Jersey, Bones to Georgia. They get reacquainted when they find out they’re roommates at the Academy. Bones meets Hikaru in one of his classes and later on, invites him out with their group (Bones, Jim and Ben). Upon seeing how well they get along, Bones and Jim decide to set them up on a date. 


Love, Lust, Dirt

Part 3

Part 1 Part 2

You couldn’t recall the last time you had had to run so fast in your life. All your joints ached. The once warm air had now become frigid causing an intense sting on your skin. No matter what you or Kirk tried you couldn’t shake the beast. Its massive hammerhead flung down trees like they were twigs. Dense roots entangled the forest floor making it a miracle neither of you had fallen yet.

“What do we do?” You called out desperately. No ideas came as to how to stop this thing or lose it for that matter.

“We need to split up! It’s the only way to try and confuse it,” Kirk yelled back after a moment.

“What! Jim no way! That’s not gonna do anything we’ll – AHH!” A thick root had caught the tip of your boot. With the speed, you were running, it was a hard fall to the ground. Instinct called for the fall to be broken with your hands. As soon as you hit, a sharp crack broke out and you knew your wrist was broken. Your whole arm twinged at the slightest movement. Though the main pain wasn’t from the fracture, but several thorns embedded deep into the palm of your hand. A dark purple vine was sprawled out in front of you. It was a marvel only your hand struck it and you didn’t fall in face first.    

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Ladies and Gentlemen, I’d like to introduce you to a book/fanfic that I will be dedicating the next several months to. This, my dear friends is…

Star Trek: Angelica

This will be a Star Trek OC Story in the mid 26th Century about the tale of a half-Vulcan captain who lost her ship due to her reckless behavior. She was sent to a rescue hospital ship as the First Officer to learn how to be kind and generous, which is the polar opposite of her beliefs and personality. All is well on her 5-year mission until something catches hold of the ship…

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Jim sat beside Spock as McCoy exposed the wound that desperately needed treating.

He couldn’t help wince when he saw it.

Spock had glossed over the severity of it when he’d been beamed onboard. Jim had seen the blood stain on his shirt, but Spock dismissed his worry, focusing on the missing crew and their next steps. It was only when Spock all but collapsed that Jim realised how how seriously he was hurt.

McCoy held the protoplaser over the wound which should stop Spock bleeding internally, according to McCoy. At least if it was the right piece of equipment. He didn’t seem too sure about it.

Kirk eyed the wound. It looked a mess.

Green blood stained the skin and the wound was mostly heat sealed to stop more blood being poured out. But Spock was still losing blood, it was just pooling inside him instead.
He was laying there dying and all Jim could do was sit beside him and hope that whatever McCoy was doing was helping. For all any of them knew, this ancient piece of medical kit might not even work any more. It looked like it was working, but they wouldn’t know unless Spock continued to deteriorate.

He couldn’t think like that.

“Is here anything we can do, Captain?” Chekov asked. His voice snapped Jim out of his less that optimistic thoughts and he turned way from Spock, suddenly all to aware of his First Officers vulnerability.

“We might need to get this ship mobile.”

“Right Captain. We shall see what we can work out.” Chekov said. He noticed Scotty take a few steps away and heard him follow.

He looked at the wound again and frowned.

“You can go help them, Jim.” Bones said, concentrating on his work. Jim looked at Spock, who wasn’t looking at anything, brow creased in pain.

“I’ll be back in a bit,” he promised as he stood up and left them too it.

He wandered through a few doors until he found where the other three were stood. Chekov and Scotty were talking quietly and stopped when they saw him. He stood there, distracted, unable to say anything.

“Are you okay, Jim?” Scotty asked.

“Yeah. I just don’t like to see any of my crew in trouble.” he said, shooting them a hollow smile.

“He’ll be fine, Jim. Vulcan’s are tough.” Scotty says, though he doesn’t sound convinced of his own words. Chekov just nods in support. They go back to discussing ways to get the ship mobile and Jim stays quiet. He doesn’t know how to do this without Spock. Didn’t even know if he’d want too.

“Come up with any genius plans yet?” Bones says, stepping into the room with the others.

“How’s Spock?” Jim asks straight away.

“Resting.” Bones says. He turned to Jaylah. “I don’t suppose you have a change of clothing? It’d be best if we could get him out of that stuff.

“I think so.” Jaylah says and heads off.

Scotty seems to sense the mood of the room and quickly adds “I’ll go give her a hand.”

“It might not be enough, Jim.” Bones said. “I should have had a kit on me,”

“Bones-” Jim starts

“I shall go check Commander Spock is well,” Chekov says, excusing himself.  

“He was fine until we crashed. I didn’t even think to check. I just… I assumed he’d have said something if he were hurt. That was a dumb idea. Stubborn Vulcan bastard.” He shook his head to clear away the thoughts.

“Bones if it hadn’t been you with him…”

“I know, it was lucky but…” He sighed. “Jim, he’s not out of danger yet.”

Jim nods, not wanting to think about it too much.

“He’s lost a hell of a lot of blood which I’ve only just been able to stop and that’s if that ancient piece of crap does it’s job properly. It might not be that stable and it hasn’t done a thing to help the pain or prevent infection. Cauterising a wound like that…” He had known the risk of infection was greatly increased but he’d had know other choice.

“What does he need?”

“We get him to a hospital and they can treat his wound properly. Can’t replace the blood though. He’s got such a rare blood type you can only get it three places- New Vulcan, Earth and on the Enterprise. If that has stopped the bleeding and he doesn’t lose any more blood…”

“Jim-” Spock says at the door way.

“What the hell are you doing up?” Bones says moving over and turning Spock around, heading back the way Spock had came directing him back to the chair. “I wish there was something to put you to sleep.” McCoy griped. He pushed the Vulcan back down into the seat

“I do not require sleep. The crew needs to be found, Captain.”

“I know that Spock, but you need to rest.”

“Resting will not find the crew.”

“Here. It looks like your size and it comes with no green.” Jaylah says holding out a clean uniform. Bones took the uniform, nodding a quick thanks to her. Scotty stood just behind her in the doorway.

“You should change and then we can think if a way to get our crew back.” Jim encouraged. “Come on,” he said, addressing the others. He needed Spock, injured or not. He thought better when his first officer was there to run ideas with him.

The others headed out before him and he paused at the doorway when he saw Bones wasn’t moving.

Sensing Jim’s presence still, he turned to him. “He can’t do this without some help. We’ll come through when we’re done.”

“I’ll get you some water,” Jim says and he heads out the door.

Bones thinks about how to assist Spock best. The idea of asking Spock to lift his arms up so he could pull the top up over his head seemed like a bad idea, considering the injury.

“Okay, bare with me here,” he said and he turned Spock away from him, so he was stood behind the Vulcan. He unzipped the fastening and Spock was about to grab the bottom of the shirt and raise it over his head. McCoy had visions of it ending with Spock passed out on the floor. “Hold it,” he said, gently placing one arm on Spock’s own arm to halt the movement.

McCoy grabbed the fabric, separated by the zip and with a firm grip on either side, he yanked the fabric, tearing it half way down. He repeated the action until it was torn all the way.

“A little easier that way,” McCoy said.

Spock removed the ruined top, folding it neatly despite the state it was in. Kirk returned with water and a cloth before leaving Bones to it. Dried blood was stained all down Spock’s side. He wanted to clean it all off but without being sure of the damage done and the effectiveness of the protoplasm, he opted to gently wipe off what he could and leave the rest for now.

“I could do this myself, Doctor,” Spock says as he watches absently.

“Just gives me a chance to take a good look at this thing. How’s it feeling?”

“Much the same as it did before.” Spock answers evenly.

“Once we rescue the crew and sort this mess out, we’ll get you to a hospital and you’ll feel much better.” Spock doesn’t answer. He helps Spock slip his arms in the old Franklin jacket and leaves Spock to fasten it while he removes Spock’s boots and trousers, quickly wipes away the blood that’s ran down Spock’s leg and pulls the clean trousers on. He works as quickly and effectively as he can, not wanting to make Spock feel uncomfortable with what’s happening.

“There, good as new,” McCoy says.

He doesn’t feel good as new. He hurts and is tired. His body urges him to go into a trance. He’d heal quickly, but there’s the crew that needs finding and now isn’t the time.

But it occurs to him that outwardly, despite the odd, outdated uniform, he looks good as new.
No one needs know that his change of uniform occurred due to injury.

If he acted as normal, no one would suspect otherwise.

But deep down, he knew that Jim needed him right now. He needed Spock to be beside him while they found the crew and he couldn’t let him down.

“Come Doctor, we still have a lot to do,” he says.