Beta appreciation day, also: FIC!
Leonard’s heart is racing, cold sweat is running into his eyes, his breath is coming in short, painful gasps. He presses his back against the wall and inches closer to the door. He wipes the sweat from his face, creeps closer to the hallway, frantically listening for sounds from behind him. Nothing, yet - he still has a chance, if he can just get out of here, can make it to the shuttle, he can flee this hellish place.
He tries to calm his breath, so loud in this dark empty room, clutches the wall and peers cautiously around the corner. The hallway seems clear. He breathes a relieved sigh, gives a short, hysterical giggle, and steps through the door. No one there. Heart still racing Leonard creeps along the hallway, tries to hear any sound of his pursuers over his frantic breaths. Nothing. Maybe he lost them?
Shouts ring in the distance, and Leonard jumps, starts running, away, just get away, the voices come closer, he hears Jim among them, no, nonono, and now somebody’s yelling in front of him, God, they have intercepted him, closing in from both sides, he has to get away, where, where can he - there! The entry to a Jeffrey’s tube, lights winking at him in promise, he leaves the safety of the wall he’s pressed against, crosses the corridor hurriedly, feeling horribly exposed, opens the lid and climbs in.
It’s almost completely dark in here, soothingly dark, like inside a cave, and he closes his eyes briefly in relief. Angry shouts from the corridor let them snap open again and he feels around for the ladder, climbs quickly downwards. If he can just get to the shuttle bay… Jim’s voice raises above the others, demanding to know where Leonard has disappeared too, ordering the others to find him, and Spock’s calmed and controlled voice divides his pursuers into teams, tells them where to look first, to spread out and hunt him down like an animal.
It has to be pollen, or mind-altering space rays, or something, because his two best friends wouldn’t behave like that, would never ask him to do something like this, wouldn’t dream of making him… Leonard shudders. He can’t even think about it. He should return to sickbay, search for a cure for the madness that has gripped his friends, has gripped the entire crew, he’s a doctor, he has to help people… but sickbay is the place where they would look for him first, and he can’t bring himself to go there, into the lion’s den, return there and fall into the hands of his pursuers…
He climbs further, bangs his shin against the ladder, curses softly through the pain, climbs down, further down. He can see the lights of the exit now, finally. Behind this lid lies the shuttle bay, and he’ll be damned if he can’t get into a shuttle and far, far away from here. Leonard opens the lid, peers around cautiously. No one there. Perfect. Quickly now, quickly, before they figure out where he went! He climbs out of the Jeffrey’s tube, looks to all sides, still nobody in sight, hurries towards the nearest shuttle -
“There you are!”
Jim jumps in front of him, wide manic grin on his face, Leonard startles and raises his fists, prepared to fight for his escape, and then he feels a hand at his neck, warm alien fingers, has barely time to register Spock’s presence behind him before the nerve-pinch plunges him into darkness.
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Leonard wakes, groaning. His head hurts, his shin hurts, exited voices whisper around him. What… he remembers and jerks in Spock’s hold. Leonard’s back in sickbay, Jim stands in front of him, Sulu, Chekov, Scotty next to him, grinning wildly and full of glee. Spock holds his arms, holds him immobile. No, please no! Leonard feels cold, when he looks down he notices they’ve taken his clothes, oh God, leaving him only in his boxers, and behind Jim he can see the monstrosity he’d wheeled in earlier, the… thing that he wanted to put Leonard in, and he struggles and fights, but Spock simply tightens his hold, and a tired human doctor is no match against the half-Vulcan’s strength.
Leonard’s breathing fast now, shivering and sweating in dread, and Jim looks at him with these bright eyes, full of mirth, while the other men smirk and chatter excitedly. Please, please please, don’t make me do this, Jim, you’re my best friend, please don’t…
Jim grins and claps his hands, rubbing them in glee. “Gotcha, Bones! Should’ve known you couldn’t run away from this! But I gotta admit, the chase was fun! And now that we caught you…”
He motions towards the… thing in the background, Chekov wheels it forward, manic grin twisting his young face into something ugly. Spock prods him over towards it, Leonard renews his struggles, desperate now, pleas falling from his lips, begging them not to do this, please don’t, but they ignore him and finally Spock simply lifts him from the ground and carries him over.
Sulu opens the top, Spock lifts him higher and is about to put him in there, Leonard fights and claws at the Vulcan’s arms, to no avail, and now Spock is setting him down, into this monstrosity, and Jim slaps his hands when he tries to climb out again.
“Now now, Bones! Don’t ruin all the fun here! You know just as well as I do that you have to do this! In fact, you deserve this! And they deserve this!”
Leonard closes his eyes and shakes his head frantically. “No, please Jim, don’t make me do this, I’ll never stab you with a hypo again, I’ll never…”
“Shh, be quiet, Bones! Ensigns Perry and StMatthew have performed admirably during the last mission, and this is the least we can do for them! You should be glad that they requested you! All the attention of these lovely young ladies… I’m a little jealous of you! You’ll have so much fun!”
And Jim shoves him down, and Scotty puts the lid on, Leonard tries to lift it, but they must be holding it down or something, because he can’t open it. Darkness surrounds him, he feels movement and knows he’s being wheeled towards the rec room, the rec room where... Goddammit, why him, why this, why in hell would Perry and StMatthew request him for this?
Inside the giant wedding cake, Leonard McCoy, clad only in his boxers, is being wheeled towards a bachelorette party, where he is supposed to jump out of the cake and dance and… he can’t even think about it. Fuck his life.
The movement stops, Leonard clutches the walls of cake he’s inside of, suddenly they fall and he blinks in the sudden bright light. High pitched voices hurt his ears, dozens of females surround him, squeeing and pointing, giggling and elbowing each other. Leonard’s gaze falls onto the two bachelorettes, flushed and excited, looking at him with awe and arousal in their eyes. Hmmm.
The speakers blare to life suddenly, Joe Cocker’s “You can leave your hat on”, the women’s screams get even louder and Perry and StMatthew clutch at each other in excitement. Someone throws him a fedora, Leonard reflexively catches it. Hmmm. Maybe this won’t be as bad as he thought.
Leonard puts the fedora on his head and gyrates his hips in a small circle. Shrieks ring trough the room, the two pretty bachelorettes’ eyes widen, their mouths fall open.
Oh yeah, Leonard thinks with a smirk, this will be fun.
The hangover he sports during the wedding on the next day, however, isn’t the least bit fun.
THE END
All for you, bbs! *hugs*
He tries to calm his breath, so loud in this dark empty room, clutches the wall and peers cautiously around the corner. The hallway seems clear. He breathes a relieved sigh, gives a short, hysterical giggle, and steps through the door. No one there. Heart still racing Leonard creeps along the hallway, tries to hear any sound of his pursuers over his frantic breaths. Nothing. Maybe he lost them?
Shouts ring in the distance, and Leonard jumps, starts running, away, just get away, the voices come closer, he hears Jim among them, no, nonono, and now somebody’s yelling in front of him, God, they have intercepted him, closing in from both sides, he has to get away, where, where can he - there! The entry to a Jeffrey’s tube, lights winking at him in promise, he leaves the safety of the wall he’s pressed against, crosses the corridor hurriedly, feeling horribly exposed, opens the lid and climbs in.
It’s almost completely dark in here, soothingly dark, like inside a cave, and he closes his eyes briefly in relief. Angry shouts from the corridor let them snap open again and he feels around for the ladder, climbs quickly downwards. If he can just get to the shuttle bay… Jim’s voice raises above the others, demanding to know where Leonard has disappeared too, ordering the others to find him, and Spock’s calmed and controlled voice divides his pursuers into teams, tells them where to look first, to spread out and hunt him down like an animal.
It has to be pollen, or mind-altering space rays, or something, because his two best friends wouldn’t behave like that, would never ask him to do something like this, wouldn’t dream of making him… Leonard shudders. He can’t even think about it. He should return to sickbay, search for a cure for the madness that has gripped his friends, has gripped the entire crew, he’s a doctor, he has to help people… but sickbay is the place where they would look for him first, and he can’t bring himself to go there, into the lion’s den, return there and fall into the hands of his pursuers…
He climbs further, bangs his shin against the ladder, curses softly through the pain, climbs down, further down. He can see the lights of the exit now, finally. Behind this lid lies the shuttle bay, and he’ll be damned if he can’t get into a shuttle and far, far away from here. Leonard opens the lid, peers around cautiously. No one there. Perfect. Quickly now, quickly, before they figure out where he went! He climbs out of the Jeffrey’s tube, looks to all sides, still nobody in sight, hurries towards the nearest shuttle -
“There you are!”
Jim jumps in front of him, wide manic grin on his face, Leonard startles and raises his fists, prepared to fight for his escape, and then he feels a hand at his neck, warm alien fingers, has barely time to register Spock’s presence behind him before the nerve-pinch plunges him into darkness.
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Leonard wakes, groaning. His head hurts, his shin hurts, exited voices whisper around him. What… he remembers and jerks in Spock’s hold. Leonard’s back in sickbay, Jim stands in front of him, Sulu, Chekov, Scotty next to him, grinning wildly and full of glee. Spock holds his arms, holds him immobile. No, please no! Leonard feels cold, when he looks down he notices they’ve taken his clothes, oh God, leaving him only in his boxers, and behind Jim he can see the monstrosity he’d wheeled in earlier, the… thing that he wanted to put Leonard in, and he struggles and fights, but Spock simply tightens his hold, and a tired human doctor is no match against the half-Vulcan’s strength.
Leonard’s breathing fast now, shivering and sweating in dread, and Jim looks at him with these bright eyes, full of mirth, while the other men smirk and chatter excitedly. Please, please please, don’t make me do this, Jim, you’re my best friend, please don’t…
Jim grins and claps his hands, rubbing them in glee. “Gotcha, Bones! Should’ve known you couldn’t run away from this! But I gotta admit, the chase was fun! And now that we caught you…”
He motions towards the… thing in the background, Chekov wheels it forward, manic grin twisting his young face into something ugly. Spock prods him over towards it, Leonard renews his struggles, desperate now, pleas falling from his lips, begging them not to do this, please don’t, but they ignore him and finally Spock simply lifts him from the ground and carries him over.
Sulu opens the top, Spock lifts him higher and is about to put him in there, Leonard fights and claws at the Vulcan’s arms, to no avail, and now Spock is setting him down, into this monstrosity, and Jim slaps his hands when he tries to climb out again.
“Now now, Bones! Don’t ruin all the fun here! You know just as well as I do that you have to do this! In fact, you deserve this! And they deserve this!”
Leonard closes his eyes and shakes his head frantically. “No, please Jim, don’t make me do this, I’ll never stab you with a hypo again, I’ll never…”
“Shh, be quiet, Bones! Ensigns Perry and StMatthew have performed admirably during the last mission, and this is the least we can do for them! You should be glad that they requested you! All the attention of these lovely young ladies… I’m a little jealous of you! You’ll have so much fun!”
And Jim shoves him down, and Scotty puts the lid on, Leonard tries to lift it, but they must be holding it down or something, because he can’t open it. Darkness surrounds him, he feels movement and knows he’s being wheeled towards the rec room, the rec room where... Goddammit, why him, why this, why in hell would Perry and StMatthew request him for this?
Inside the giant wedding cake, Leonard McCoy, clad only in his boxers, is being wheeled towards a bachelorette party, where he is supposed to jump out of the cake and dance and… he can’t even think about it. Fuck his life.
The movement stops, Leonard clutches the walls of cake he’s inside of, suddenly they fall and he blinks in the sudden bright light. High pitched voices hurt his ears, dozens of females surround him, squeeing and pointing, giggling and elbowing each other. Leonard’s gaze falls onto the two bachelorettes, flushed and excited, looking at him with awe and arousal in their eyes. Hmmm.
The speakers blare to life suddenly, Joe Cocker’s “You can leave your hat on”, the women’s screams get even louder and Perry and StMatthew clutch at each other in excitement. Someone throws him a fedora, Leonard reflexively catches it. Hmmm. Maybe this won’t be as bad as he thought.
Leonard puts the fedora on his head and gyrates his hips in a small circle. Shrieks ring trough the room, the two pretty bachelorettes’ eyes widen, their mouths fall open.
Oh yeah, Leonard thinks with a smirk, this will be fun.
The hangover he sports during the wedding on the next day, however, isn’t the least bit fun.
THE END
All for you, bbs! *hugs*