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Curing a Rainy Day

A sort of five times Star Trek gen fic for your viewing pleasure. I mentioned I would write it but please be aware that I wrote this on my phone late at night and I has no beta. Typos and mistakes will be found. 🤣

-H❤🖖

Word Count: 2,166

Sulu:

Leonard McCoy wasn’t a huge touchy-feely type of man. Well, that’s what he really wants folks to think anyway. He was a doctor and that meant it was his oath-bound duty to cure what ails his patients. Whether it was from a physical malady or an emotional one. The first time he initiated his “Rainy Day Cure” --title courtesy of his daughter-- to one of the command crew he was surprised that it was Sulu of all people. If Len were being honest he thought it would have been Jim. Sure he had hugged the kid in the past but he always let Jim be the one to initiate contact. The reason why is complicated and a story for another time.

When he found him the young pilot was huddled alone in Observation Room Five, his shoulders hunched, his down so his eyes were hidden and mind lightyears away. Leonard had a feeling he knew where. The chaos after Khan and Marcus had caused a lot of damage, and not all of it was physical. They were all still healing even a year later. They had left Kronos not three hours ago and according to the mission report, Sulu’s younger sister was…

Not who she claimed to be. ‘Yuki,’ McCoy recalled her name lamely as he made his way loudly over to the depressed man.

She revealed that she worked for Section 31 and was determined to fix the Federation the right way. Though the term “Right way” is skewed for many folks. War was almost started, again and the Enterprise had to stop it, again. Section 31 now had the last little pebble of Red Matter and was holding it like a…” Nuclear deterrent” as the old saying goes.

Shaking his head Leonard pushed recent events to the back of his mind and continued on his own mission. Plopping down on the couch that faced the giant window of stars, McCoy leaned forward so his elbows rested on his knees.

He didn’t offer his apologies or sympathies, he knew Sulu didn’t want them. So they sat in silence. Sulu just shook his head and looked up at the doctor with confusion and betrayal in his eyes. “I don’t - I” he stopped swallowing and the helmsman looked so young Leonard didn’t even think about it until after he had already done it.

He wrapped an arm over Hikaru’s shoulder and squeezed. Sulu stilled for a moment before relaxing and saying what needed to be said, a weight slowly lifting off his shoulders and his chest.

Scotty:

Leonard and Scotty were both having a terrible terrible time. The cold sucked in Leonard’s opinion and being trapped on an ice ball of a planet only confirmed his feelings. Looking over at the Enterprises Chief Engineer, Leonard had a feeling that he wasn’t alone in his thoughts and feelings.

The Scot was curled into a tight ball up against the last running console the entire ‘Fleet base had. He was shivering and muttering to himself, glaring at the distress signal he had rigged up. There was nothing they could do but wait. Rubbing his hands together to warm them Leonard moved toward the console and slid down to the floor next to Scotty. Touching shoulders with Scotty, McCoy tucked his hands under his arms and sighed. There was nothing he could really say to ease the engineer’s anxiety -- which stemmed from Delta Vega no doubt -- so he simply let his presence be enough.

Scotty glanced at Leonard to see that he was looking back at him with calm understanding. Grunting Scotty curled himself closer to the CMO and let the man wrap an arm around his shoulders. They didn’t speak a word and only moved when they heard the sounds of the rescue party on the other side of the sealed doors.

Chekov:

Pavel Chekov was the youngest of the command crew, so he was automatically protected and treated like the youngest sibling of a giant family. The navigator understood that his friends didn’t mean to and that it was just sometimes a reflex but he was getting damn tired of it. Today was his birthday, he had finally turned twenty! Chekov was so pleased to find that after the incident with Khan he was being treated like he should. There was one person who always treated him like he was young and precious.

Pavel found that he didn’t mind so much. Doctor McCoy treated almost everyone that way -- even though he wasn’t that much older than the rest of them -- in an almost fatherly manner. A true caretaker. Chekov allowed the behavior from no one but McCoy.

Leonard walked into “Rec Room Two” taking in the crowd with a softening scowl. A small wrapped parcel gripped in his hand. He looked down at the present, weighing it in his hands carefully. With a sigh, McCoy strode through the room looking for the birthday boy. Jim waved at him wildly from the other side of the room a huge grin on his face. Narrowing his eyes, Leonard saw that his captain wasn’t in fact drunk at all. Grunting in approval he smiled at Chekov who was hurrying over to greet him.

“Happy Birthday Pavel,”

Chekov grinned and his eyes widened at the present presented to him. Leonard gestured for him to open it and the young man did excitedly. The wrapping paper littered the floor a long black box in its place. Slowly opening the box the navigator knocked a silver antique pocket knife into his hands. Examining it closely he looked up at McCoy in confusion.

Leonard shifted nervously on his feet. Clearing his throat he pulled out a similar from his belt. “My daddy gave me this one to match his when I turned twenty. I know your pa wasn’t around as you grew up and so I thought…” his sentence fell into silence. For once Leonard McCoy was at a loss for words. Pavel quickly wiped a stray tear from his eye and grinned at his friend holding onto the gift tightly.

“Thank you doctor!” he said gratefully and Leonard understood that it was for more than just a knife. A small smile graced the CMO’s lips and pulled the kid in for a hug.

With anyone else, Pavel would have been annoyed. This was an exception.

Uhura:

Leonard was tired. He longed for his bed but as he looked around at all of the injured crew he pushed the longing away. There was no time for it. Rubbing the blurry fatigue from his eyes he pushed on. Triage, surgery, aftercare. He really didn’t truly stop to breathe until the middle of gamma shift when the ship was sleepy and quiet. The only noise was the soft beeps and whistles of monitors. His nurses quietly whispering and working.

Christine hours ago told him to stop worrying and to go to bed already but something in him just couldn’t. Blinking dumbly down at the PADD in his hands he sighed and signed off on the next round of Spock’s antibiotics. During the Enterprises most recent scuffle the bridge took a hit and the science station exploded sending the first officer flying, earning him a ticket to medical.

After the fight was over and things had only calmed down to a trickle of wounded instead of a flash flood, Nyota Uhura breezed through sickbay’s doors. She waited patiently and even helped where she could. When Spock came out of surgery and was placed in a private room she immediately went to his side and hasn’t moved an inch since. Jim would have been right beside her if he could afford to. But it appears the admiralty wanted words and had kept him busy since. McCoy had barely just convinced him to get some sleep saying that he would call if anything changes.

That was three hours ago.

Leonard walked -- though Nyota would say shuffled -- into Spock’s room, his eyes going straight to the monitors above the bed. The half Vulcan was resting peacefully. McCoy knew it was only a matter of time before he woke and would go into a healing trance. Something that should be monitored anyway. Leonard quietly wondered who he would grant the opportunity to slap Spock awake this time…

“Leonard!”

The sound of his name made the CMO snap his head in Uhura’s direction. Her eyes were fire, filled with frustration, exhaustion, and worry. McCoy winced, “Sorry Nyota, guess my mind wandered a bit,” he said somewhat sheepishly. Her expression softened a flash of guilt passing through her features.

“You need more rest. You’re going to run yourself into the ground at this rate,” she scolded half-heartedly. McCoy gave her a small smile and a shrug,

"I'll rest when I'm not needed." He whispered and badly covered up a yawn. The hidden meaning behind his words wasn't lost on the linguist though. She pressed her lips into a tight line deciding not to comment. Instead, she rested her gaze on Spock once more her hand inches away from his.

So deep in thought, Nyota hadn't even realized that McCoy had left and come back, a tray with a couple of hypos in his always unwavering hands. Catching her eyes he gave her another encouraging smile. He took care to tell her everything he was doing and how it would help keep infection away. Leonard knew he didn't have to explain but he felt it necessary to fill the quiet with "Illogical chatter" as Spock would surely call it.

Uhura was so tired and so frazzled that she was startled to find the CMO crouching in front of her with concern all over his face. "You need to get some rest Nyota. I can have a cot brought in if you'd like…"

Uhura, let a few tears fall before she bottled it up again. She shook her head wiping her face, "I'm alright Leo. Everything is just catching up to me…" she mumbled with a watery chuckle. Leonard snorted at the nickname she had given him,

"Just let me know darlin' "

And without truly thinking about it he pulled her into a hug. It only took Uhura a second to process what was happening before she wrapped her arms around him tightly. A genuine smile breaking across her face. The first time in hours she felt content, safe, and able to truly breathe.

Jim:

James T. Kirk was a touchy-feely type of man. Leonard supposed it may be from a less than stellar childhood. So whenever Jim would pull him into a one-armed hug or slapped his back or even leaned up against him, McCoy would let him. He would definitely bitch but only half-heartedly, Leonard needed to keep up appearances after all.

So when they found Jim partially dead, hanging from his wrists in a cave all smirks and charm…

Well, no one batted an eye when -- after he made sure that the man would live -- Leonard pulled his best friend in for a hug. Jim just laughed, laid an arm over McCoy's shoulder, and leaned into the hug.

"I only had to get tortured and offered to an alien God for you to hug me. Good to know,"

"Shut up Kid,"

Spock:

No one ever thought the words McCoy, Spock, and hug would ever be uttered but stranger things have happened on the Enterprise.

No stranger than an alien device that turned back time. In a physical sense anyway. Leonard looked down at his adolescent hands and sighed with a heavy eye roll. "Not this again," he grumbled with a shudder.

Looking around the room he saw Jim shouting at Mudd who had bought the alien weapon and decided to point it at him and Spock. McCoy tilted his head, his eyes going comically wide.

Spock!

Where was the green-blooded rugrat? Leonard looked around and sighed in relief at the sight of the first officer. He was hidden under a rickety wooden table. Crouching down Leonard gave Spock a small smile, he waved and gestured for the Vulcan to come closer. Apparently the younger you go the further your mind goes with it. Spock had a mentality of a...of well, a toddler. He couldn't have been more than two.

Spock stared at Leonard intensely before darting out and crashing into his legs. McCoy stumbled a little before he got his footing. Spock looked up at him with wide scared eyes, tears threatening to fall. 'Must have gotten all Vucan-y at four or five,' Leonard thought as he picked up his friend.

Leonard pulled Spock close, hugging him to his chest whispering softly. Spock seemed confused for only a moment before he buried his head into the young CMO's neck.

Jim of course saw it all and later under the threat of meeting his end via an airlock kept his mouth firmly shut. The only thing the Starship Captain said -- which everyone agreed-- Doctor Leonard McCoy could absolutely cure a rainy day.

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incorrigiblyhuman · 4 years

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— BASICS : DR. LEONARD HORATIO MCCOY.

▸ IS YOUR MUSE TALL / SHORT / AVERAGE ? : average at 5′10″, but he slouches and leans a lot so he tends to look smaller than he is.

▸ ARE THEY OKAY WITH THEIR HEIGHT ? : shoot, yeah. he found out partway through the first five years that he’s a micrometer taller than jim kirk and he’s been damn pleased about it ever since.

▸ WHAT’S THEIR HAIR LIKE ? : chestnut brown, kept short and trim, and downright silky. the only part he really styles is the sideburns, which are neat little points.

▸ DO THEY SPEND A LOT OF TIME ON THEIR HAIR / GROOMING ? : nah, it lies neat all on its own, he doesn’t usually comb it with anything other than his hands. which is why, after away missions on windy planets, he always looks a little more haggard than most folks, because his hair goes everywhere and sticks up all over the place.

▸ DOES YOUR MUSE CARE ABOUT THEIR APPEARANCE / WHAT OTHERS THINK ? : not really. outside of regulation uniforms and all that jazz, he considers his work to be his primary focus; he’s a doctor, dammit, not a beauty queen. that said, grey hairs are a bit of a sticking point for him, and if he sees a few he’ll take a little more time in the morning to smooth them down and out of sight; they always make him think about how old his daughter must be now if he’s going grey.

— PREFERENCES.

INDOORS OR OUTDOORS ? ▸ outdoors, he loves to bask in the sunlight or nap in the shade of a nice tree. fresh air does a man good. RAIN OR SUNSHINE ? ▸ sunshine. FOREST OR BEACH ? ▸ beach, but a little ways up from the water. PRECIOUS METALS OR GEMS ? ▸ both, honestly. he knows a lot about the symbolism of gemstones and would choose those as a gift before anything silver and gold, but most of the objects he values --- his wedding band, for one --- are made of precious metals. FLOWERS OR PERFUMES ? ▸ flowers. he loves the natural world. PERSONALITY OR APPEARANCE ? ▸ personality. you can dress up a shit as pretty as you like, but it won’t change the smell. BEING ALONE OR BEING IN A CROWD ? ▸ being in a crowd. he’s a lonely man with a head full of unhappy thoughts and memories, he greatly prefers being surrounded by friends and familiar faces, or idle chatter from strangers. ORDER OR ANARCHY ? ▸ somewhere closer to order but a bit of both; as much as he’d love to have some peace and quiet where everybody’s playing nice and doing what they’re told, sometimes a little anarchy is necessary for the good of society. or the soul. PAINFUL TRUTHS OR WHITE LIES ? ▸ painful truths. SCIENCE OR MAGIC ? ▸ science, goddammit, he’s had enough of magic. ( but if you’re listening, god, maybe just leave a few miracles at the door. ) PEACE OR CONFLICT ? ▸ peace. but some friendly conflict here and there ain’t amiss. NIGHT OR DAY ? ▸ day, preferably sunny and warm. DUSK OR DAWN ? ▸ dusk, right when the first stars come out. WARMTH OR COLD ? ▸ warmth. MANY ACQUAINTANCES OR A FEW CLOSE FRIENDS ? ▸ a few close friends, but why not both? READING OR PLAYING A GAME ? ▸ reading, he likes to unwind with some new ideas.

— QUESTIONNAIRE.

▸ WHAT ARE SOME OF YOUR MUSE’S BAD HABITS ? : he has a tendency to unknowingly substitute aggression for passion in conversations, and lash out at perceived slights before knowing all the facts. he thinks with his heart more than his head, which leads to a lot of social gaffes and interpersonal conflicts. his sleep schedule is completely erratic, even more so when there’s a problem that needs solving or a patient who needs treating. also, he chews on his stylus pens when he’s mulling over reports, and it drives the nursing staff up the wall.

▸ HAS YOUR MUSE LOST ANYONE CLOSE TO THEM ? HOW HAS IT AFFECTED THEM ? : he blames himself every day for the death of his father. it makes it difficult for him to face his mother in person whenever he gets shore leave back on earth, because whenever he sees her smile at him it reminds him of how she looked at the funeral, and the expression on her face when they both read about the discovery of the cure at the same time, sitting at the same dinner table, and looked up at each other. it’s the event he thinks of whenever he has doubts about his abilities as a doctor, whenever he’s facing someone in agonizing pain --- but, conversely, it’s also the memory that drives him whenever he’s facing down an illness that no one has ever seen before, a problem that seems to have no solution, whenever the odds seem to be against him. it’s the memory that makes him insist that there has to be an answer, and the memory that drives him to find it.

▸ WHAT ARE SOME FOND MEMORIES YOUR MUSE HAS ? : playing cowboys with his cousins at the annual family picnic, listening to his dad play guitar on the porch, joanna’s first birthday, his time spent with nancy, quiet nights in the ship’s observation lounge watching his friends beat the hell out of each other in three - dimensional chess.

▸ IS IT EASY FOR YOUR MUSE TO KILL ? : no. not at all. he avoids it entirely unless given no choice.

▸ WHAT’S IT LIKE WHEN YOUR MUSE BREAKS DOWN ? : self - loathing, self - deprecating, self - doubting, tearful and messy and just collapsing in on himself in a spiral of depression and a lifetime of regrets. it doesn’t matter what’s brought on the breakdown, the past is where his mind always goes to. when he’s in a bad mood, everyone around him knows it, so he usually shuts himself up in his room and gets very, very drunk to let it all out in privacy; he doesn’t like to break down in front of other people, because what kind of a morale booster is it to see the man who’s in charge of taking care of you bursting into tears over his fourth glass of whiskey?

▸ IS YOUR MUSE CAPABLE OF TRUSTING SOMEONE WITH THEIR LIFE ? : yes, and aboard the enterprise he does, frequently. he’s very selective about where he places his trust, and doesn’t often extend it fully to anyone, but he trusts james t. kirk absolutely, and in life - or - death situations, he'll follow anyone who thinks they can get everyone out in one piece.

▸ WHAT’S YOUR MUSE LIKE WHEN THEY’RE IN LOVE ? : soft. he’s a deeply caring and compassionate man, his sharp edges and blunt nature are shields that he puts up to keep people from taking advantage of that kindness or just hurting him in general; once those walls go down, he is constant touches and secretive smiles across the room and shocking smoothness and bringing coffee before you’ve even thought to ask for it. leonard mccoy is a shirt - off - his - back kinda guy, lets you steal his sweaters with only token grumblings, memorizes your schedule so he knows when to surprise you with dinner, gets shy being thanked for his affection and says it was nothing. everyone around him knows when he’s in love, because he just glows with warmth and compassion and generosity. and it also helps that he'll talk endlessly about the person he’s in love with without any prompting.

TAGGED BY: stolen from @sagaiisms TAGGING: anyone who wants to!

#( headcanons. ) JUST AN OLD COUNTRY DOCTOR.#( character study. ) TO SLEEP. PERCHANCE TO FINALLY FUCKING SLEEP.#( answered. ) SICKBAY TO BRIDGE.

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