Dr. Leonard "Bones" Horatio McCoy (
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[Open] Apple a day... you get what I mean.
who: Dr. Leonard McCoy and Possibly you? (Open)
what: Catch him sleeping after work, or for lunch, or come up with your own idea to run into the doctor.
when: Either during or after the Butterfly Effect event. Just let me know when so I can adjust accordingly.
where: Riverview General/Anywhere he can get food/Your choice
warnings: Definitely ONE NSFW thread going on in here and bad language?
I. After Work
Working in a hospital is always a strange feeling to him now. Ever since he took that position as Chief Medical Officer that Jim offered him, his view of medical care had changed intensely. Now it felt even stranger in a lot of ways. The technology wasn’t the same. Not that it was the dark ages, but it certainly isn’t what he’s used to.
Which was why he didn’t leave immediately from his shift end. He sat with manuals on the medical technology and different available medicines spread out over the table so he could read. He pretty much took over a quieter break room, intent on staying out of the way and getting some work done. Between reviewing charts of patients and the books. It felt a whole lot like he was back in medical school again.
At some point though, he likely should’ve made a pot of coffee because he soon started to feel his eyelids get heavier. Right along with the feeling of heaviness that came with that impending feeling of falling asleep. He refused to give up just yet, though.
Which is likely why his head finally made contact with the book as he was out like a light.
II. Lunch Break
He forgot his lunch. Somewhere in the rush to get his shit together that morning, he left the apartment without his food. Which meant he had to make a run out to scrounge up something to eat. Something he just hated to do. It meant less healthy choices and more exercise later to make up for it. Not that he was against exercise. Just workin’ in a damn hospital also made it harder to keep a normal schedule as it was.
So there he was, standin’ on a sidewalk tryin’ to decide where he should go to find the lesser evil of fast food. Nothin’ seemed all that promisin’ however.
III. Wildcard! Start what you want with him.
Snarky doctor + Snarky patient = snark-off?
Will sat quietly in the ER, with his injured wrist resting in his hand. Leaving the knife in place had resulted in the bleeding all but stopping, for the moment at least, which meant he was probably only middle of the pack in terms of priority.
The fact that he wasn't screaming, actively vomiting or otherwise threatening the nurse staff might put him a few rungs lower in fact.
Regardless, he sat patiently and waited for his name to be called.
Oh my goodness, Willll... At least this doctor won't use him as a lab rat?
Furrowing his brow, he tipped his head to the hand as the labcoat that signified his position swept the floor. "Please tell me if you move that hand, you're not gonna just bleed out on the floor." He knew it shouldn't have been asked so sardonically, but he's a little pissed the nurses hadn't let this guy in sooner. A major artery ran down that part of the arm. Depending on the angle and location of the injury it could be pretty bad. "I'd ask you to take a look, but I gotta feelin' you're in worse shape than you're lettin' on."
He ... appreciates the lack of lab ratness, yes!
There was a lot of self reflecting navel gazing that he was trying to outrun. Sitting in a hospital waiting room didn't allow for a lot of running.
When the doctor (lab coat noted) took a knee and interrupted his field of vision, Will was forced to yank himself back to this reality. He blinked a couple of times but then his lips twitched into a soft, tired smile and he actually chuckled softly.
"I think I'd only be in trouble if I tried yanking it out," he responded, though he made no quick movements with the arm. "Not my first knife wound," he explained. "But I've got to admit, it's starting to sting."
It was doing more than just sting and while Will could be as stupidly stoic as the next male, he was starting to feel a little queasy.
"Think we can do something about this, Dr ...." he peered at the coat, looking for a name tag but struggled to focus on the folds of white.
Oi... stop looking so dejected and polite. He wants to just.. protect him XD
"I need to get this fixed. Longer you stay like this the more damage you cause. But you were right not to pull it out." His gaze lifted to the others and he tried a half smile that didn't quite overshadow the worry in hazel eyes.
"McCoy. Dr. Leonard McCoy. C'mon, son, let's get you fixed up." Rising to his feet, he held out a hand to help the man up without actually touching the arm with the weapon still lodged in it. His mind started to race through all the things he was worrying over he needed to get right as he glared at the nurses. "Prep a room now. I need all the proper supplies for a stab wound and to seal it up. Get movin'." The nurses scattered quickly, one telling him a room number pretty fast before he started to escort him there.
"Got something you want me to call you by?" He opened the door and stood to the side to let him enter, eyes staying on the wound to make sure it didn't get upset more than it was.
He gets a lot of mileage out of looking dejected!
The doctor's concern was met with a calm, almost resigned sort of serenity from the profiler. He appreciated that he had McCoy's full, professional attention, though he wasn't too worried about the situation.
"Will Graham," he offered his name without issue, and though he glanced at the offered hand, he shook his head gently and powered up to his feet on his own. This allowed him to keep his injured wrist cradled in his good hand, though when he swayed a little it was probably a good thing the doctor was close by.
The room settled and Will obediently set himself on course to follow McCoy's lead to the exam room. The way the profiler moved, continued to lend evidence to the theory that he was regretfully familiar with injuries. He was careful with his steps and walked his way over to the exam bed, getting himself up on it's surface without fuss or prompting.
"If you could, save the knife? I'd rather it's not destroyed." Here he offered a hopeful little smile, in an effort to ... well, get what he wanted and avoid too many questions, to be honest.
I don't doubt it! He's kind of adorable in a disturbingly calm way.
Or just adorably disturbed!
This is a good way of putting it. He's adorably disturbed XD
\o/
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i; post-event; will get nsfw
To that effect, he took the opportunity of leaving the guard early to make his way over to the hospital, knowing that Bones would be there, putting in extra hours, as he had done the last few days. He asked around for him and managed to get directions to the break rooms easily enough, then he just made his way from door to door until he found the all too recognizable figure of the doctor, sitting on a chair and slumping forward over the table, his head resting on the book.
Biting back a chuckle, he stepped inside and closed the door behind him, then practically tiptoed his way over to him in complete silence. The table was a mess, unsurprisingly, and Bones seemed to be fast asleep. Jim reached out, fingers brushing lightly across his temple and ear, smiling more to himself than anything. By the time his fingertips brushed the soft skin of the doctor's neck, the idea of waking him up by conventional means was all but gone from his mind.
He moved closer instead, and placing his free hand on the edge of the table for leverage, he leaned down. His fingers hooked on the back of Bones's collar and he tugged on the fabric just lightly, enough that he could dart his tongue out and lick slowly across the skin of his nape.
Yes. Definitely NSFW in their future.
And maybe just a little of him still didn't know how to act right now.
Well, needless to say he needed to catch up on sleep more. And he might've just slept through any reasonable hour of going home if that sudden soft sensation of touch started to permeate his sleep and make a shiver run down his spine. Fingers on the table curled suddenly as he felt that slow trace of that tongue against the back of his neck... and oh god, that felt too good.
Gasping, he blinked his eyes open and shifted at the roll of sensation down his neck. He nearly thought he imagined it till he saw that hand on the table near his head. Following the arm upward, he felt the breath leave his chest as he came eye to eye with Jim. The first instinct was to apologize, cause obviously he fell asleep, but in all honesty, his gaze kept shifting between Jim's eyes and his lips. In the end, he exhaled a soft, "Fuck, Jim..." That he likely wouldn't have heard if he wasn't so close.
Licking his lips, he felt the heat sliding over his skin as he murmured a little too embarrassed. "Do that again."
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This was a nice surprise, though, and as Bones told him to do it again, he felt a soft rush of excitement roll down his spine. Sucking briefly at his own lower lip, he leaned back down again, moving slower and more purposefully now as he licked a stripe up Bones's nape, moving back down to nip at the skin. His teeth dragged across the flesh and lingered, lips latching onto it soon after.
He hummed, sliding his eyes closed. His fingertips drew across the skin just beneath Bones's collar, from the back and over his shoulder, trailing lightly across his collarbone. "I miss you."
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Lips parted with a gasp as Jim drew his tongue up the back of his neck again. Lashes fell to press against his cheeks and his back couldn't help but arch just a bit from the sensation. A few more murmured words that weren't quite sensible left his lips as he felt Jim's teeth against the skin and it made him want to just squirm with the sudden need it sent down his spine.
Struggling through another soft breath, he curled his fingers around the book on the table while focusing on the feeling of that fingers against him. Yeah. He could agree with that sentiment. "Miss you, too." And god, he meant it. He'd missed him like crazy.
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II. Hi Bones, welcome to a nightmare
Bones isn't the only one after a spot of lunch. There's a dark haired young girl nearby after just about the same thing, tall for what she looks to be age wise, dark black hair tucked behind one ear. The light pink of her dress almost blends with her skin, so different from the typical dark uniform her adult self typically wore, her expressions much more relaxed. She paces the choices in this particular little store with her hands clasped behind her back, blue eyes looking over each option, what's included in them, skips on to the next -
Then land on the good doctor. She's much more friendly in this younger form but, maybe, she recognizes him slightly, too.
He'll probably recognize her despite that wispy little voice as she comes closer to the food case, and then asks, rather innocently -
"What is sushi?"
So cute x_x Guh.. he misses Joanna so much now.
Hazel eyes followed her figure for a moment and he nearly forgot where he was. Cause the first thought he had was of his daughter. The dress and the curiosity managed to give him a fleeting thought of his daughter that he couldn't quite chase away as quickly as he'd like to. It wasn't till she turned to look at him that realization chased away nostalgia.
She looked just like Re-L. Just... smaller. Frowning a little, he bit his lip before readjusting his expression to something softer. "Sushi? Usually a type of raw fish. Can be served on rice. Sometimes in a roll of rise with other ingredients. Are you thinkin' that sounds good?"
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For once she'll be less than eye level for Bones - though not by a whole lot. Compared to other kids her age she's a bit lanky, and her hair is definitely much longer than it was when he'd last seen her as an adult, but, hey, she's little now. She's used to having to have Donov Mayer wheeled after her, so this walking around without having to stop every so often or walk very slowly is actually kind of.. a relief. She's not yet learned not to talk to random adults, though, too used to her old home and the fact that, there...
Well, no one really would've tried to mess with her. Granted, she used to have Iggy, then, too.
He says the words 'raw fish' and her nose immediately scrunches in disgust, tongue sticking out slightly as she backs away from the case where she'd seen it, shaking her head in an insistent 'no' as he asks if she thinks it sounds good. She had but.. not any more.
"No. Never mind. Usually.. Iggy chooses my food for me, but.. he's not here... " Which seems to maybe not be the most ideal thing, for her. What's she to do without her autoreiv's guidance?
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Seemed a great enough reason to avoid it to him. Granted she likely thought that simply cause it was 'gross'. Just like his daughter would have. "Well, least now you know."
His eyes turn curious at the idea of someone picking food for her and well, he does remember she said something about being important. After all, she loved her wine. Something that still amused him. "Well, what kind of things do you like? We can start there."
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We can probably tie this up here? <3
I.
She sets her stuff down then gently taps the sleeping man's shoulder. Her voice is soft and uncertain as she says, "Hello?"
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Looking at the mess in front of him, he quickly started to pull his books and charts back into neat piles so he took up less of the table. "Please sit, I didn't mean to take up so much room." He waved to the open chairs at the table and offered her a small smile.
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She sits down across from him. "Dr. McCoy, right?"
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Well. Likely not exaggerated. He can be pretty over the top when he wanted to be. And he really didn't take any crap from patients, so it could be very likely that he was pretty infamous at this point. "Since you know my name, may I have the pleasure of knowin' yours?"
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ii
"If you wait there too long, it might get away from you."
Just.. omg, Steve. You're adorable. He'll adopt you, too.
At first the doctor scrunched his nose before he finally let out a soft chuckle. "Forgot my lunch back home. Tryin' to decide if I should just power on through the next shift or buckle down and suffer through some fast food. Not the biggest fan of it." Pausing, he turned to face him and offered a hand. "Dr. Leonard McCoy. Don't think we've met before."
Someone needs to adopt him.
"There's a nice place close to here that does have some good quick meals. You might have time for that."
He's been through the city enough that he's noticed a few details like that at least.
Yes! Let the normal old fashion boys get on well!
Snorting softly, he ducked his head and chuckled quietly. "I'm up for suggestions. Life's been pretty busy and ridiculous as of late." Taking care of one Jim Kirk at thirteen being one of those ridiculous factors.
"Thanks for the suggestion." He remembered his manners regardless.
Steve needs someone to just chill with him.
Right? I think they both need that.
II
She does a sort of about-face and steers her way back to him, and then reaches out to loop her arm in his. "Something amiss, my dear doctor?"
The camaraderie is light, affable. Shai enjoys his company well enough, and Kveth does she know the look of one lost when she sees it.
Mind if it's during the Butterfly effect thing so he can talk about teen Jim? XD
Also made his desire to go back to work after lunch far less appealing. But life moved on, and he needed to find food and stop worryin' about shit waitin' for him back at the apartment. He is about to just give up and walk into the first door when he feels an arm slide through his and her accented voice breaking through the thick clouds of inner thought. Tipping his head, he sent her a small smile and arched a brow.
"Few things, but I'll make it. Haven't seen ya since we got back from that mission. How have ya been?" Deflecting the conversation away from him was always the easiest path. And really, she likely didn't want to hear about his current issues with being bad with kids even if he is supposedly a father. He's just... never had to raise a significant other before. God, he doesn't even want to think that sentence ever again.
not at all! also oh my god i only just realized i never hit this back my bad
"I've been well enough, though. Not a peep of complaint out of me. What about you? How's the leg, and your dear captain?"
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Though, he does stop at her questions and give it some thought. "Still limpin' a bit, but it's gettin' there. Can't complain." Especially since Jim was safe and sound. "Well.. when he's not an emotional teenager he's just Jim. I prefer Jim in all his hard headed glory to Jim at thirteen and too damn smart for his own good and not even a grain of common sense." But honestly, he'll take either and take care of the both of them if he had to... even if it was breaking his heart.