Star Trek (AOS) Fic: A Melancholy Soul
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kitmerlot_1213A 590 word Star Trek drabble for the Weekend Challenge at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
1_million_words ENJOY!
Leonard McCoy knelt at his daughter’s grave, his bouquet of white chrysanthemums clutched tightly to his chest.
He knew intellectually that Joanna’s spirit wasn’t present at the grave site or buried in the ground underneath the tombstone and he also knew that he didn’t have to visit the cemetery to speak to her.
God knows he talked to her all the time in his head, particularly when he was stressed or worried.
What did surprise him was that Jim Kirk had not only followed him to the graveyard, but that he brought Spock with him.
In retrospect, he should have known his two friends would be worried.
~~~
Of course it happened during an away mission because that’s when all the most annoying and deadly crap happened.
McCoy had beamed down to the surface with the ccience team to help identify the planets’ indigenous plants and herbs when they’d been ambushed by a rogue band of isolationists' who weren’t overly fond of the Federation.
McCoy had been hit in the stomach with an ancient metallic bullet from a hand gun and while the weapon looked primitive, it was more than capable of taking a person’s life.
There was also the added consideration that the bullets were filled with a fatal poison that was set to implode into the blood stream two minutes after being fired.
The bullet had to be removed and since he was the only person present with any surgical skills, McCoy knew what had to be done.
He barely nodded his assent to Spock before the Vulcan was kneeling next to him, intent on performing his lifesaving mind meld.
Spock wasted no time in learning how to extract the bullet from McCoy’s stomach, but that was not the only information he learned from the injured doctor.
~~~
McCoy could see that Jim and Spock were crouching behind a tree while they argued quietly before he pulled out his comm to message the two idiots to stop hiding and to join him at the grave.
He turned his head away to hide his smile at their sheepish expressions but then he remembered why he was annoyed in the first place and he turned a stern face in their direction before he spoke. “I’m not too sure why you both felt you had to follow me to Jo’s grave.”
His brows furrowed even more at seeing Jim’s stricken look. “Kid, it wasn’t like I was using a fake identity or trying to fool anyone. I knew you could find where I was going without any difficulty.”
At those words, Spock stepped forward. “Doctor, I assure you we weren’t trying to intrude.” He stopped and exchanged a worried look with Jim. “I was concerned by what I sensed during our meld.”
Spock paused to gather his thoughts before he continued. “The sheer depths of your grief at your daughter’s death…”
The Vulcan trailed off, unsure how to continue when Jim also stepped forward to kneel next to his friend. He tentatively placed his hand on McCoy’s shoulder before gently speaking. “Bones, I can’t even begin to understand what you're going through, but please let us help you deal with it.”
At Jim’s words, Speck leaned down to place his hand on McCoy’s shoulder as well, overlapping Jim’s own hand. McCoy could feel their worry for him as his eyes filled with tears.
He took a deep breath before he could answer and then it was just to glance shyly up at his two friends and mumble out a heartfelt “Thanks.”
1_million_words ENJOY!Leonard McCoy knelt at his daughter’s grave, his bouquet of white chrysanthemums clutched tightly to his chest.
He knew intellectually that Joanna’s spirit wasn’t present at the grave site or buried in the ground underneath the tombstone and he also knew that he didn’t have to visit the cemetery to speak to her.
God knows he talked to her all the time in his head, particularly when he was stressed or worried.
What did surprise him was that Jim Kirk had not only followed him to the graveyard, but that he brought Spock with him.
In retrospect, he should have known his two friends would be worried.
~~~
Of course it happened during an away mission because that’s when all the most annoying and deadly crap happened.
McCoy had beamed down to the surface with the ccience team to help identify the planets’ indigenous plants and herbs when they’d been ambushed by a rogue band of isolationists' who weren’t overly fond of the Federation.
McCoy had been hit in the stomach with an ancient metallic bullet from a hand gun and while the weapon looked primitive, it was more than capable of taking a person’s life.
There was also the added consideration that the bullets were filled with a fatal poison that was set to implode into the blood stream two minutes after being fired.
The bullet had to be removed and since he was the only person present with any surgical skills, McCoy knew what had to be done.
He barely nodded his assent to Spock before the Vulcan was kneeling next to him, intent on performing his lifesaving mind meld.
Spock wasted no time in learning how to extract the bullet from McCoy’s stomach, but that was not the only information he learned from the injured doctor.
~~~
McCoy could see that Jim and Spock were crouching behind a tree while they argued quietly before he pulled out his comm to message the two idiots to stop hiding and to join him at the grave.
He turned his head away to hide his smile at their sheepish expressions but then he remembered why he was annoyed in the first place and he turned a stern face in their direction before he spoke. “I’m not too sure why you both felt you had to follow me to Jo’s grave.”
His brows furrowed even more at seeing Jim’s stricken look. “Kid, it wasn’t like I was using a fake identity or trying to fool anyone. I knew you could find where I was going without any difficulty.”
At those words, Spock stepped forward. “Doctor, I assure you we weren’t trying to intrude.” He stopped and exchanged a worried look with Jim. “I was concerned by what I sensed during our meld.”
Spock paused to gather his thoughts before he continued. “The sheer depths of your grief at your daughter’s death…”
The Vulcan trailed off, unsure how to continue when Jim also stepped forward to kneel next to his friend. He tentatively placed his hand on McCoy’s shoulder before gently speaking. “Bones, I can’t even begin to understand what you're going through, but please let us help you deal with it.”
At Jim’s words, Speck leaned down to place his hand on McCoy’s shoulder as well, overlapping Jim’s own hand. McCoy could feel their worry for him as his eyes filled with tears.
He took a deep breath before he could answer and then it was just to glance shyly up at his two friends and mumble out a heartfelt “Thanks.”
