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Name: Heidi
Age: 34
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AIM: Sunlightrhapsody
Email: lunenightingale@gmail.com
CHARACTER NAME: Dr. Leonard Horatio McCoy
CHARACTER SERIES: Star Trek AOS or Kelvin Universe
[OOC]
Backtagging: Sure! I just may be slow.
Threadhopping: You might want to ask any parties involved first.
Fourthwalling: Ask permission first, but sometimes might be fun.
Offensive subjects: He is a very private person and may not react well to PDA. He also is afraid of flying.
[IC]
Hugging this character: If he knows you or if he has been treating you, then he will hug you. He might bristle otherwise.
Kissing this character: Kind of like hugging. If he knows you well and intends to date, then kissing will happen. Otherwise you will get a prickly grumpy doctor for your troubles.
Flirting with this character: He might surprise you and flirt back. So go ahead and try. As long as you don't mind possible returned sarcasm.
Fighting with this character: He's a doctor. He'd rather treat you and tell you what an idiot you are for getting into a fight to begin with. But he won't fight unless he has to or you hurt someone he loves.
Injuring this character: Sure! Just not too bad, okay?
Killing this character: Ask? I kind of like him alive and Jim would be screwed without him.
Using telepathy/mind reading abilities on this character: Sure! But message me about it so I know what’s going on.
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INTERESTED IN: Any
SEEKING: Friendships, mentorships, anything that he can help support others and make friends.
ABOUT ME: Hates mornings and dumb ass stunts (especially when done by blonde captains). Loves a good whiskey, coffee on hand, books, reading, learning more about the medical field and spending time with people he cares about.
Defending whose honor? Academy AU (For ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
winscenario)
It wasn't like he hadn't dealt with bullies before. Hell, he had his fair share of them in the past in Georgia growin' up, but none of them ever got the best of him. Maybe when he was real young he got in a tussle or two, but once his dad talked some sense into him he'd learn the finer points of brushing assholes off with enough sass to win without throwing one punch.
He'd done a helluva job up to this point while at the Academy. Most cadets knew he let it slide if he could treat them and no effects lingered after one treatment. So a good portion of the time, cadets went to him when they got into scuffles or 'accidents' in a class. But when it was too much, he reported it and relayed it to professors to prevent further injury. Though, a lot of the cadets also knew that he put one Jim Kirk back together pretty frequently from the beginning of his career at the academy.
And obviously one of those cadets that obviously took the lousy end of the deal and twisted his ankle in a rough match with Jim during hand-to-hand, took it personally when he told the professor he needed to stay out of matches for a week. So much for bein' a good doctor.
And well, the guy laid down some of the best insults he'd heard in a while... all of which he ignored beautifully. Until he had to go and turn his ire on Jim.
Now as he sat there trying to use his tricorder on his hands to get an idea of the damage, he was more shocked he wasn't upset about giving into that desire to knock him out. Sighing softly, he winced as he rubbed the back of his wrist against his lip to wipe the blood away with it as drops slid down from his nose. Well. It could be worse. He likely had a black eye. At least his nose wasn't broken. But his hands hurt like a bitch and there was a good chance he'd have bruises elsewhere.
But ya know what? He won that fight. Smirking a little, he dropped the tricorder wand on the desk and sank into the desk chair. Later. His fingers hurt too much to hold onto it right now.
He'd done a helluva job up to this point while at the Academy. Most cadets knew he let it slide if he could treat them and no effects lingered after one treatment. So a good portion of the time, cadets went to him when they got into scuffles or 'accidents' in a class. But when it was too much, he reported it and relayed it to professors to prevent further injury. Though, a lot of the cadets also knew that he put one Jim Kirk back together pretty frequently from the beginning of his career at the academy.
And obviously one of those cadets that obviously took the lousy end of the deal and twisted his ankle in a rough match with Jim during hand-to-hand, took it personally when he told the professor he needed to stay out of matches for a week. So much for bein' a good doctor.
And well, the guy laid down some of the best insults he'd heard in a while... all of which he ignored beautifully. Until he had to go and turn his ire on Jim.
Now as he sat there trying to use his tricorder on his hands to get an idea of the damage, he was more shocked he wasn't upset about giving into that desire to knock him out. Sighing softly, he winced as he rubbed the back of his wrist against his lip to wipe the blood away with it as drops slid down from his nose. Well. It could be worse. He likely had a black eye. At least his nose wasn't broken. But his hands hurt like a bitch and there was a good chance he'd have bruises elsewhere.
But ya know what? He won that fight. Smirking a little, he dropped the tricorder wand on the desk and sank into the desk chair. Later. His fingers hurt too much to hold onto it right now.
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● name: Heidi
● age: 34
● contact:![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
lunenightingale, lunenightingale.9234 (discord) or pm
● other characters: none
character information
● name: Dr. Leonard Horatio McCoy
● canon: Star Trek AOS
● canon point: Beyond
● age: 36
● (canon) background: Leonard McCoy’s History
● abilities:
McCoy is the Chief Medical Officer on the U.S.S. Enterprise. He can fulfill the role of many types of medical procedures from general practitioner to any type of surgery. His skills even allow him to call his hands ‘legendary’ for the things that he has accomplished as a well-practiced physician. Where he started off only working on Human physiology, he branched out to cover as many races as possible with xenobiology.
As a Starfleet officer, he is also versed in firing weapons, hand to hand combat, piloting and even survival in extreme situations. Where he prefers to stick with his work in medical, he is quite capable and in very good shape to do more than just be a doctor. (Also, because of these abilities to function in extreme scenarios, he can also do emergency first aid using what he has at hand.)
● strengths:
● weaknesses:
● skills (optional): Aside from medical training, he is well versed in psychology (with a doctorate in it), he keeps a steady hand no matter the circumstances, improvises when necessary, and loves to learn given the chance.
● housing (optional): Preferably near or with Jim if possible.
● network username: Dr.McCoy
● network sample: Eluvio Network
● prose/action sample: Eluvio Logs
● name: Heidi
● age: 34
● contact:
● other characters: none
character information
● name: Dr. Leonard Horatio McCoy
● canon: Star Trek AOS
● canon point: Beyond
● age: 36
● (canon) background: Leonard McCoy’s History
● abilities:
McCoy is the Chief Medical Officer on the U.S.S. Enterprise. He can fulfill the role of many types of medical procedures from general practitioner to any type of surgery. His skills even allow him to call his hands ‘legendary’ for the things that he has accomplished as a well-practiced physician. Where he started off only working on Human physiology, he branched out to cover as many races as possible with xenobiology.
As a Starfleet officer, he is also versed in firing weapons, hand to hand combat, piloting and even survival in extreme situations. Where he prefers to stick with his work in medical, he is quite capable and in very good shape to do more than just be a doctor. (Also, because of these abilities to function in extreme scenarios, he can also do emergency first aid using what he has at hand.)
● strengths:
Has it together: Where he has a tendency to complain about scenarios, complications, and other factors, when under pressure he gets it done. He can figure it out and work through it and his own fears with the right motivation. (Which usually includes Jim asking him to or protecting the people he cares about.) Leonard knows there is a time and place for everything, including his grumpier nature and strong dislike for things going south. Regardless of these things, he will get what needs to be done, done. He is always reliable in that sense and will not let anyone down, especially his captain.
Kindness: On initial meeting, Leonard comes off as grumpy and unapproachable. In fact, if you see him interact with Kirk or Spock, you’d wonder how anyone gets along with him. On the other hand, he cares a great deal about any he treats of all ages, sizes, and race. He is a born doctor. He thought as a child that he wouldn’t want to be a doctor until helping a girl that broke her arm when he was a teenager. From that moment on, his passion has pushed him to being a great and thorough physician. He will help anyone that is in need and get them put back together. Even if he has ill feeling about a situation or group of people, he will still do the right thing as a doctor and keep his oath. All life is precious. He is also a very father like figure. This makes him prone to look out for those younger than him and worry about them too much. If he can help, he will. Be it advice or actually getting into a mess with them to get them out. He is loyal to a fault. Once he takes you in as someone important to him, he will help you out through good and bad.
Function under pressure: Much like getting things done, he is still a surgeon. Surgeons can work under the worst of circumstances and make the hard decisions rationally that most cannot. His hands area always steady and he can pull off miracles earning him that title of ‘legendary hands’. In the same way, this is seen when he alters an alien blaster and a piece of flak to help cauterize Spock’s wound in Beyond without complaint or hesitation. He gets it done and he does it well.
● weaknesses:
Grumpy as all hell: McCoy is sadly, not a ray of sunshine. He is a pessimist at best though he calls himself a realist. He doesn’t like to see the ‘bright side’ he wants the reality of it. And because of this, his demeanor comes off blunt and grouchy. He says what he thinks when he thinks it, leaving no room for any talent in things that require diplomacy. (This is definitely seen as he refers to Jim’s father as having “bit the dust”, earning a comment about his poor bedside manners.) Don’t expect him to be the one to talk anyone important down. (Not that he can’t, but generally he is not your best choice.)
Opens his mouth and says things when he shouldn’t: Much like above, the doctor just opens his mouth and says what he thinks. It is not always necessarily intended to be ‘negative’ but it certainly comes off that way. He often comments (using colorful metaphors and similes) about stupid decisions and has no qualms whatsoever telling you they are stupid. This doesn’t always endear him to people, but those closest to him know to ignore some of his less than shining moments. Especially when he is uncomfortable. It also doesn’t help that he will point out the obvious danger in any situation just in case anyone failed to notice it themselves (say, a giant snow globe in space waiting to be broken).
Phobias of flying and space: Leonard McCoy is horrified by flying. That includes space travel and the fear of not knowing what things may face him off in the near future. It’s not that he can’t conquer those fears when necessary, it just doesn’t have him making himself a ready volunteer where heights, air travel, and space are concerned (unless you are Jim Kirk and drag him out to do those things and ignore his incessant complaining as he does it).
● skills (optional): Aside from medical training, he is well versed in psychology (with a doctorate in it), he keeps a steady hand no matter the circumstances, improvises when necessary, and loves to learn given the chance.
● housing (optional): Preferably near or with Jim if possible.
● network username: Dr.McCoy
● network sample: Eluvio Network
● prose/action sample: Eluvio Logs
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☆ CHARACTER INFORMATION
NAME: Heidi
AGE: 34
CONTACT: plurk: lunenightingale
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☆ CHARACTER INFORMATION
NAME: Dr. Leonard Horatio McCoy (Bones)
CANON: Star Trek AOS
AGE: 36
CANON POINT: After the Beyond Movie
BACKGROUND:
Leonard McCoy’s History
PERSONALITY:
Leonard is a very old fashioned southern boy by all intents and purposes. He speaks with a southern Georgia drawl and likes to look at things from the eyes of someone with good manners of ‘sir’ and ‘ma’am’ rather than keep up with the current futuristic world he lives in. If anyone met him, they would not realize he is a doctor that operates in space during the 23rd century simply because he prefers the simpler things. Like cooking his own food when he can or drinking real alcohol made back home rather than the infinite types of alcohol from all over the universe.
He comes off hard around the edges and is typically described as grumpy. He has no problems muscling a patient into cooperating and will have little to no sympathy as he ‘tells you like it is’. This is not to say he is a mean person. On the contrary, he is an extremely emotional person. He cares too much and works tirelessly to keep everyone safe. Leonard wants nothing more than to fulfill all the sworn duties of a physician and save lives. But if he needs to pick up a weapon in order to protect those he cares about, he will. No questions asked.
McCoy has fears that sometimes hold him back. He hates the idea of taking life, but as noted above, he will do it under the right circumstances. He has aviophobia, but he WILL pilot if it is to protect and serve the crew and human life. Long story short, he will overcome his fears (with much complaining) and get the job done as long as there is the right motivation.
As a friend he is fiercely loyal. He will do anything and everything to keep them safe and in great health (including monitor their diet against their will). He may not intrude upon your privacy, but he will bluntly tell you what you need to hear. And listen like a great drinking buddy when you need him. All in all, for that rough exterior, Leonard McCoy is a good doctor and a great man (if you can get past his notably not so great bedside manner).
ABILITIES/POWERS:
McCoy is the Chief Medical Officer on the Enterprise. He can fulfill the role of many types of medical procedures from general practitioner to any type of surgery. His skills even allow him to call his hands ‘legendary’ for the things that he has accomplished as a well-practiced physician. Where he started off only working on Human physiology, he branched out to cover as many races as possible with xenobiology.
As a Starfleet officer, he is also versed in firing weapons, hand to hand combat, piloting and even survival in extreme situations. Where he prefers to stick with his work in medical, he is quite capable and in very good shape to do more than just be a doctor.
INVENTORY:
He would have his medical kit, hypospray, tricorder and a phaser.
LINKED SAMPLES:
Thread example 1
Thread example 2
WRITTEN SAMPLE:
Part of being a doctor came with one very notable flaw. He hated being treated by other doctors he knew nothing about. He still felt a certain hair raising irritation at the fact that they had pandered on about how his questions would be answered later when he wanted to know just what they thought they were doing. What were they scanning for? And why couldn’t they tell him what they thought they’d find by treating him without permission when he was awake to give consent.
Not that any of his attempted questions mattered. And regardless of what that damn video said, he still had a helluva lot of questions he wanted answers to. Like how he ended up here. Why couldn’t he go home? And what did Jim do this time to land him in this situation?
Still, once he was done giving the far too bulky looking communicator a narrowed look, he sifted through the rest of the bag’s contents and frowned. Another uniform. Like exchangin’ one Starfleet for another. “Damn it, where the hell have I landed now?”
Sample Two:
Set after the events of Beyond:
“Did you check in on the ensign down the hall?” He watched the readings roll up over the screen of his PADD and arched a brow slowly. A good number of the crew was injured and he still needed to go over the death toll for those that were missing. The thought sent a shiver down his spine.
“Yes doctor, he was sleeping comfortably and the bone regenerator was set to your specifications.” The nurse had a strange furrow of worry on her brow as he lifted his head to look at her. She turned her own data PADD over in her hands and he could tell she had something to say. “Permission… to speak freely sir?”
Goddamn Starfleet and their rank. “Sure. What’s on your mind?” He couldn’t remember her name. Most of his staff was being treated and she was only assisting him while he pushed through every single one of the crew he could humanly fit into his schedule.
“Sir… I mean, Dr. McCoy, you’ve not slept in over thirty-six hours. You also need to be checked over yourself and—“
“I’m fine. I still need to look in on Commander Spock and Jim – the captain – before I bother with any of that.” She stepped back, his gruff voice held an edge to it as his back straightened sharply. “Go finish checking on the last few patients in the wing. If they don’t need anything else, there’s no need comin’ back to report to me right away. Your shift is nearly over.” With those words, he turned on his heel and started walking down the hall.
Now that they were entering the night cycle in Yorktown, the hospital was quieting down. The sound of his boots clicked against the floor loud enough to make his scowl press a line into his brow and pull at the corners of his lips. In the dark shadows outside a line of rooms, he came to a stop. Lowering the data PADD, it felt heavy in fingers that didn’t have the strength to hold it quite as tightly as it should. The memories of the feeling of a blaster clutched tightly in it not even a day prior echoed in his muscle memory making them shake until he curled one into a fist and the other gripped fiercely at the PADD.
He couldn’t sleep. Like hell he could sleep. McCoy could still see their bodies lifeless in space or the blips on the radar as pods were snatched out of the sky. When he closed his eyes, he saw the shriveled husks of people he knew. People he treated, breathe their last breath.
Damn it, but he knew he wasn’t alright.
He could still taste the bile at the back of his throat from the attempt to fly when he was so damn terrified of it. And Jim… god, when he looked at Jim he thought about the knot of fear of the idiot getting’ himself killed. Again.
What then? Where the hell would he be?
Didn’t matter. He was here. Jim was alive. Even the damn pointy eared bastard was alive. So he moved forward. That’s what he had to do.
Central Library Application
Out Of Character
Name: Heidi
Age: 34
Contact:
Plurk: Lunenightingale
AIM: Sunlight Rhapsody
In Character
Name: Dr. Leonard Horatio McCoy
Canon: Star Trek AOS
Canon Point: Right after Star Trek Beyond
Sex/Gender:Male
Actual Age/Apparent Age: 36
Belongings: He would have his medical kit, hypospray, tricorder and a phaser.
Skills and Powers:
McCoy is the Chief Medical Officer on the Enterprise. He can fulfill the role of many types of medical procedures from general practitioner to any type of surgery. His skills even allow him to call his hands ‘legendary’ for the things that he has accomplished as a well-practiced physician. Where he started off only working on Human physiology, he branched out to cover as many races as possible with xenobiology.
As a Starfleet officer, he is also versed in firing weapons, hand to hand combat, piloting and even survival in extreme situations. Where he prefers to stick with his work in medical, he is quite capable and in very good shape to do more than just be a doctor.
Bookmark Description:
His bookmark is a deep navy blue that looks almost like a leather book cover that is embossed with the silver medical emblem for Starfleet on one side. On the other, there is silver script scrawling out “Do no harm.”
History and Personality:
Leonard McCoy’s History
Personality:
Leonard is a very old fashioned southern boy by all intents and purposes. He speaks with a southern Georgia drawl and likes to look at things from the eyes of someone with good manners of ‘sir’ and ‘ma’am’ rather than keep up with the current futuristic world he lives in. If anyone met him, they would not realize he is a doctor that operates in space during the 23rd century simply because he prefers the simpler things. Like cooking his own food when he can or drinking real alcohol made back home rather than the infinite types of alcohol from all over the universe.
He comes off hard around the edges and is typically described as grumpy. He has no problems muscling a patient into cooperating and will have little to no sympathy as he ‘tells you like it is’. This is not to say he is a mean person. On the contrary, he is an extremely emotional person. He cares too much and works tirelessly to keep everyone safe. Leonard wants nothing more than to fulfill all the sworn duties of a physician and save lives. But if he needs to pick up a weapon in order to protect those he cares about, he will. No questions asked.
McCoy has fears that sometimes hold him back. He hates the idea of taking life, but as noted above, he will do it under the right circumstances. He has aviophobia, but he WILL pilot if it is to protect and serve the crew and human life. Long story short, he will overcome his fears (with much complaining) and get the job done as long as there is the right motivation.
As a friend he is fiercely loyal. He will do anything and everything to keep them safe and in great health (including monitor their diet against their will). He may not intrude upon your privacy, but he will bluntly tell you what you need to hear. And listen like a great drinking buddy when you need him. All in all, for that rough exterior, Leonard McCoy is a good doctor and a great man (if you can get past his notably not so great bedside manner).
Samples
First Person/Action brackets:
This is Dr. McCoy of the U.S.S. Enterprise. I’m tryin’ to figure out what the hell is goin’ on and where I am.
[He’s looking around lost, his brow furrows in concern at the current surroundings before he looks back down at the… once bookmark now PADD like item in his hand. Funny, the damn thing just changes shape with a thought. And all he’s been thinkin’ about is how to contact someone, anyone he knows.]
Look, I dunno how I got here, but I really need to get back to my crew. So if you got some clue on all this mess, please let me know.
[Here’s to hopin’ whoever is listenin’ is friendly.]
Third Person/Prose:
TDM Thread
Name: Heidi
Age: 34
Contact:
Plurk: Lunenightingale
AIM: Sunlight Rhapsody
In Character
Name: Dr. Leonard Horatio McCoy
Canon: Star Trek AOS
Canon Point: Right after Star Trek Beyond
Sex/Gender:Male
Actual Age/Apparent Age: 36
Belongings: He would have his medical kit, hypospray, tricorder and a phaser.
Skills and Powers:
McCoy is the Chief Medical Officer on the Enterprise. He can fulfill the role of many types of medical procedures from general practitioner to any type of surgery. His skills even allow him to call his hands ‘legendary’ for the things that he has accomplished as a well-practiced physician. Where he started off only working on Human physiology, he branched out to cover as many races as possible with xenobiology.
As a Starfleet officer, he is also versed in firing weapons, hand to hand combat, piloting and even survival in extreme situations. Where he prefers to stick with his work in medical, he is quite capable and in very good shape to do more than just be a doctor.
Bookmark Description:
His bookmark is a deep navy blue that looks almost like a leather book cover that is embossed with the silver medical emblem for Starfleet on one side. On the other, there is silver script scrawling out “Do no harm.”
History and Personality:
Leonard McCoy’s History
Personality:
Leonard is a very old fashioned southern boy by all intents and purposes. He speaks with a southern Georgia drawl and likes to look at things from the eyes of someone with good manners of ‘sir’ and ‘ma’am’ rather than keep up with the current futuristic world he lives in. If anyone met him, they would not realize he is a doctor that operates in space during the 23rd century simply because he prefers the simpler things. Like cooking his own food when he can or drinking real alcohol made back home rather than the infinite types of alcohol from all over the universe.
He comes off hard around the edges and is typically described as grumpy. He has no problems muscling a patient into cooperating and will have little to no sympathy as he ‘tells you like it is’. This is not to say he is a mean person. On the contrary, he is an extremely emotional person. He cares too much and works tirelessly to keep everyone safe. Leonard wants nothing more than to fulfill all the sworn duties of a physician and save lives. But if he needs to pick up a weapon in order to protect those he cares about, he will. No questions asked.
McCoy has fears that sometimes hold him back. He hates the idea of taking life, but as noted above, he will do it under the right circumstances. He has aviophobia, but he WILL pilot if it is to protect and serve the crew and human life. Long story short, he will overcome his fears (with much complaining) and get the job done as long as there is the right motivation.
As a friend he is fiercely loyal. He will do anything and everything to keep them safe and in great health (including monitor their diet against their will). He may not intrude upon your privacy, but he will bluntly tell you what you need to hear. And listen like a great drinking buddy when you need him. All in all, for that rough exterior, Leonard McCoy is a good doctor and a great man (if you can get past his notably not so great bedside manner).
Samples
First Person/Action brackets:
This is Dr. McCoy of the U.S.S. Enterprise. I’m tryin’ to figure out what the hell is goin’ on and where I am.
[He’s looking around lost, his brow furrows in concern at the current surroundings before he looks back down at the… once bookmark now PADD like item in his hand. Funny, the damn thing just changes shape with a thought. And all he’s been thinkin’ about is how to contact someone, anyone he knows.]
Look, I dunno how I got here, but I really need to get back to my crew. So if you got some clue on all this mess, please let me know.
[Here’s to hopin’ whoever is listenin’ is friendly.]
Third Person/Prose:
TDM Thread
Under Cover AU (for winscenario)
When he decided to get more than one PhD he didn’t realize it would require him to do volunteer hours on top of the work of his other job. Small price to pay, he’d say. Sometimes the price was heavier not to work his ass off than just get the job done. Being here was better. Doing this kind of work was so much better. He learned not to complain and focus on getting it done. After all, at least they were paying for this.
Flipping through the chart of his assigned patient, he arched a brow slowly. The bold name of James T. Kirk headed off one of the charts with the tag for lieutenant hovering just after it. When they asked his preference for where he wanted his hours, he had instantly requested working with injured soldiers. If anything else, he understood soldiers. After being one himself, he knew them better than he knew regular civilians. At least they agreed with that.
He ran a cursory gaze over the different x-rays and cat scans until he could see the exact damage to the vertebra before sliding them back into the folder. The surgeon in charge was one he’d followed a while back during his residency. The man was good at what he did, even if he thought sometimes he could do better. If anything, he had the ability to keep a steady hand and be calmer than most doctors.
But then, most other doctors didn’t know what it was like to be shot at while trying to accomplish very sensitive tasks. Moving to write in previous notes from earlier sessions with his patient, he snapped the folder closed and slid the pen into the pocket of his lab coat while putting the folder in place at the nurses station. Ducking into the Physical Therapy room, he nodded to a few of the other trainers before coming up on Kirk. Stopping just a yard or so away from the other man, he angled his head and arched a brow. They told him all about his patient. Because obviously he wasn’t allowed to have just anyone assigned to him.
“Ready to hate me a little more today, Kirk?” A flicker of amusement entered his eyes as he angled his head. The report said it was a helicopter shot down while transporting soldiers. Kirk hadn’t been in his harness and the descent had dislodged the disks in his back – not that it stopped him from pulling his assigned men from the wreckage. Seemed the only one sent home was the blonde though. Something he held a lot of respect for. Enough to deal with his anger at the world and any other low emotions he may be feeling. Including his penchant for flirting. Something he wrote off as a mechanism to cope and assumed he wasn’t the only target of this flirting.
The real reason he wondered though, was why they thought he needed to keep an eye on him. But then, that became evident when scouts from the Bureau started to show up. The CIA and FBI never did get along too well. And this kid was genius level. If the CIA didn’t recruit him, they’d want to know what level threat he was. Thus the soldier got stuck with the grouchiest doctor in the veterans hospital. He knew what they wanted to know. They wanted to know if they should be coming to draw Kirk into their ranks. Something he wouldn’t do.
Flipping through the chart of his assigned patient, he arched a brow slowly. The bold name of James T. Kirk headed off one of the charts with the tag for lieutenant hovering just after it. When they asked his preference for where he wanted his hours, he had instantly requested working with injured soldiers. If anything else, he understood soldiers. After being one himself, he knew them better than he knew regular civilians. At least they agreed with that.
He ran a cursory gaze over the different x-rays and cat scans until he could see the exact damage to the vertebra before sliding them back into the folder. The surgeon in charge was one he’d followed a while back during his residency. The man was good at what he did, even if he thought sometimes he could do better. If anything, he had the ability to keep a steady hand and be calmer than most doctors.
But then, most other doctors didn’t know what it was like to be shot at while trying to accomplish very sensitive tasks. Moving to write in previous notes from earlier sessions with his patient, he snapped the folder closed and slid the pen into the pocket of his lab coat while putting the folder in place at the nurses station. Ducking into the Physical Therapy room, he nodded to a few of the other trainers before coming up on Kirk. Stopping just a yard or so away from the other man, he angled his head and arched a brow. They told him all about his patient. Because obviously he wasn’t allowed to have just anyone assigned to him.
“Ready to hate me a little more today, Kirk?” A flicker of amusement entered his eyes as he angled his head. The report said it was a helicopter shot down while transporting soldiers. Kirk hadn’t been in his harness and the descent had dislodged the disks in his back – not that it stopped him from pulling his assigned men from the wreckage. Seemed the only one sent home was the blonde though. Something he held a lot of respect for. Enough to deal with his anger at the world and any other low emotions he may be feeling. Including his penchant for flirting. Something he wrote off as a mechanism to cope and assumed he wasn’t the only target of this flirting.
The real reason he wondered though, was why they thought he needed to keep an eye on him. But then, that became evident when scouts from the Bureau started to show up. The CIA and FBI never did get along too well. And this kid was genius level. If the CIA didn’t recruit him, they’d want to know what level threat he was. Thus the soldier got stuck with the grouchiest doctor in the veterans hospital. He knew what they wanted to know. They wanted to know if they should be coming to draw Kirk into their ranks. Something he wouldn’t do.
The breaking point... (for winscenario)
Eventually the noise and the rush died down. All the people from the crew were out of medical and he didn’t have the nurses following him around insisting to fix his own problems that just weren’t necessary to fix. Others had bigger problems like Spock or Jim and his unquenchable desire to be the galaxy’s damn punching bag. But all that had to end sometime and the adrenaline crash had to finally take hold.
At least he made it till after the birthday party he managed to somehow get together in between patients and not sleeping.
Sleeping was a luxury he didn’t have. Even with time, sleep just didn’t happen or all he could see when he closed his eyes were the bodies floating in space or the shriveled forms of people he couldn’t save. Or that awful feeling of flying and falling and crashing every time he laid down. It wore him down to the bone and he almost wanted to laugh. Because without that adrenaline to keep him pushing forward, it felt a little like losing everything. The strength in his legs, the ability to stand up straight and just the all-around ability to function. Most importantly, the ability to not think about how goddamn much it hurt like a knife in his gut when stupid shit came back to the forefront of his mind.
The admiral insisted he take leave. The ‘traumatic’ experience – damn right it was traumatic – takes times to get past and ease back into the work. Thing was, without that adrenaline and push forward, all that left him with for company was himself. Himself and his own damn brain to bring up things best left buried. Not even the bottle of whiskey he dug up was doin’ any good makin’ him think less. It just left him in silence in his assigned quarters to mull over what bothered him over and over again.
His fingers ran over the side of the bottle slowly, he honestly didn’t drink more than a third of it yet. He shouldn’t have drank any of it. Leonard promised himself after the divorce and losing JoAnna this wouldn’t happen again. But that was before he had to deal with this… thing. This ridiculous malarkey of emotions all balled up in a fine mess in his chest. His fingers tightened sharply around the neck of the bottle.
It’s not his fault.
Could ya really blame someone for something like this? For not realizing how much it stung like salt in an open wound to always be over looked? To watch Spock get the thanks and he got nothing. Not to say he hated the snark and joking he and Jim had between them. He enjoyed it… but this time? This time it cut deep. The things he had to do, the fears he had to overcome, all on top of his still raw feelings about Jim up and dyin’ on him not that long ago.
For years he told himself it was fine. That’s how Jim was. He didn’t really thank him for things, and quite honestly, at the Academy it didn’t bother him. Then there was Spock. And where the Vulcan was growin’ on him like a fungus, it ate at him little by little each time Jim poured on the gratitude and praise to the guy and never looked twice at him. And maybe it was – no it really was – his own damn fault for being in love with his best friend, but it just cut deeper each time it happened.
The doctor hated flying. Hated it with a passion. But he did it cause Jim asked him to. Sure he yelled and screamed, but he did it. Maybe that was his fault as well. If he didn’t argue, then Jim would get the picture. But he was just lyin’ to himself. Cause he didn’t yell or complain when Jim died. He cried his way through it in the silence and told himself he would break his oath and play god just this time. Just once more. He took life away once, maybe it balanced out his sins if he could get it back just once.
But Spock got the credit there, too. It wasn’t shared credit, it was all the credit.
God help him, but it just wasn’t right. It burned in his throat far harsher than the whiskey and felt like it burned all the way to his chest and head with a sort of anger. Anger built on confusion, frustration, and self-reproach for even feelin’ this way to begin with.
It’s my job to be a doctor. To save lives. I don’t need recognition.
But it wasn’t recognition that he wanted. He could care less about anyone else on the ship realizing just what he did. What things he broke or overcame for one person. One person that seemed oblivious as hell about what he felt. Just one person…
Something just broke. A long thin thread unraveled and finally snapped as his arm flung out over the table top and sent the bottle of amber liquid flying across the small room and slammed with a crash into the metallic wall. The sound was shrill as a wet slosh along with the muffled sound of shards of glass rolled across the floor filled the room. His data PADD – that had laid off to the side – slid off in the motion, hitting against the floor with a clatter of too loud to not have broken something. And in the silence that followed, hazel eyes fixed on the fluid trailing across the floor, curling around the broken glass pieces and off into open space. How damn poetic.
The spark of anger that came with that thought had him picking up the tumbler next in what he damn well knew was a tantrum and threw it at the door this time. Cause tantrum or not, it felt good to just… let it out for once.
At least he made it till after the birthday party he managed to somehow get together in between patients and not sleeping.
Sleeping was a luxury he didn’t have. Even with time, sleep just didn’t happen or all he could see when he closed his eyes were the bodies floating in space or the shriveled forms of people he couldn’t save. Or that awful feeling of flying and falling and crashing every time he laid down. It wore him down to the bone and he almost wanted to laugh. Because without that adrenaline to keep him pushing forward, it felt a little like losing everything. The strength in his legs, the ability to stand up straight and just the all-around ability to function. Most importantly, the ability to not think about how goddamn much it hurt like a knife in his gut when stupid shit came back to the forefront of his mind.
The admiral insisted he take leave. The ‘traumatic’ experience – damn right it was traumatic – takes times to get past and ease back into the work. Thing was, without that adrenaline and push forward, all that left him with for company was himself. Himself and his own damn brain to bring up things best left buried. Not even the bottle of whiskey he dug up was doin’ any good makin’ him think less. It just left him in silence in his assigned quarters to mull over what bothered him over and over again.
His fingers ran over the side of the bottle slowly, he honestly didn’t drink more than a third of it yet. He shouldn’t have drank any of it. Leonard promised himself after the divorce and losing JoAnna this wouldn’t happen again. But that was before he had to deal with this… thing. This ridiculous malarkey of emotions all balled up in a fine mess in his chest. His fingers tightened sharply around the neck of the bottle.
It’s not his fault.
Could ya really blame someone for something like this? For not realizing how much it stung like salt in an open wound to always be over looked? To watch Spock get the thanks and he got nothing. Not to say he hated the snark and joking he and Jim had between them. He enjoyed it… but this time? This time it cut deep. The things he had to do, the fears he had to overcome, all on top of his still raw feelings about Jim up and dyin’ on him not that long ago.
For years he told himself it was fine. That’s how Jim was. He didn’t really thank him for things, and quite honestly, at the Academy it didn’t bother him. Then there was Spock. And where the Vulcan was growin’ on him like a fungus, it ate at him little by little each time Jim poured on the gratitude and praise to the guy and never looked twice at him. And maybe it was – no it really was – his own damn fault for being in love with his best friend, but it just cut deeper each time it happened.
The doctor hated flying. Hated it with a passion. But he did it cause Jim asked him to. Sure he yelled and screamed, but he did it. Maybe that was his fault as well. If he didn’t argue, then Jim would get the picture. But he was just lyin’ to himself. Cause he didn’t yell or complain when Jim died. He cried his way through it in the silence and told himself he would break his oath and play god just this time. Just once more. He took life away once, maybe it balanced out his sins if he could get it back just once.
But Spock got the credit there, too. It wasn’t shared credit, it was all the credit.
God help him, but it just wasn’t right. It burned in his throat far harsher than the whiskey and felt like it burned all the way to his chest and head with a sort of anger. Anger built on confusion, frustration, and self-reproach for even feelin’ this way to begin with.
It’s my job to be a doctor. To save lives. I don’t need recognition.
But it wasn’t recognition that he wanted. He could care less about anyone else on the ship realizing just what he did. What things he broke or overcame for one person. One person that seemed oblivious as hell about what he felt. Just one person…
Something just broke. A long thin thread unraveled and finally snapped as his arm flung out over the table top and sent the bottle of amber liquid flying across the small room and slammed with a crash into the metallic wall. The sound was shrill as a wet slosh along with the muffled sound of shards of glass rolled across the floor filled the room. His data PADD – that had laid off to the side – slid off in the motion, hitting against the floor with a clatter of too loud to not have broken something. And in the silence that followed, hazel eyes fixed on the fluid trailing across the floor, curling around the broken glass pieces and off into open space. How damn poetic.
The spark of anger that came with that thought had him picking up the tumbler next in what he damn well knew was a tantrum and threw it at the door this time. Cause tantrum or not, it felt good to just… let it out for once.
Some nights... (for winscenario)
When he’d entered the Academy, he’d relied on the fact that he would be too damn busy to be worried about what he was tryin’ to outrun. Add a few more letters to the end of his name, a few more degrees, and get his work done to get into Starfleet and he’d never have time to even bother worryin’ about that shit he left behind in Georgia along with everything that had ever been his life. It worked, too. With the addition of meeting one Jim Kirk, he found he didn’t have nearly any time left at all to even consider it.
Other than the calls he was finally allowed to have with his daughter, he’d managed not to think too much about Jocelyn or even the fact that he found her in their damn bed with another man. That really hadn’t been what messed him up so bad. Or it did, other things just hurt more. Like the day being what it was… no matter how much he tried not to think about it coming up, it came up more and more as the day drew nearer.
He swore to himself he would not go to the bar that night. He wouldn’t drown in a bottle. That cost him his marriage, he couldn’t screw up his last hope in Starfleet as well. But on his way back from shift at Starfleet General saw him stopping to buy more bottles of whiskey than wholly necessary to stock the dorm room he shared with Jim.
Part of him hung on to that strange double edged hope that Jim wasn’t going on that night. The other part wanted him to just go. Leave him to his own damn misery so he could drink in peace. Maybe he’d pass out from lack of sleep or somethin’ before he got too drunk. Cause he’d not been sleepin’ that week. No, not with the nightmares he’d been havin’. So when he stood there with the bag and it’s undisclosed contents in front of Jim, he’d only nodded at the declaration that he would be going to a party.
Funny. He felt more wretched then pleased to have the man out of the dorm that night. Still, he’d groused all the same about not makin’ him have to ‘go out and fix up his ass after a fight’ and ‘don’t go gettin’ alcohol poisonin’ from drinkin’ too much’. All typical things he tended to complain about whenever his ridiculous roommate went out to drink. Then he slipped into his room under the pretext of studying.
Dropping his stuff on the bed, he first sat on the end of the bed only to slide off and sit on the floor silently. Turning slightly, he pulled out the whiskey bottle and stared at it a long moment, turning the bottle about back and forth. He’d even bought his dad’s favorite label. Maybe he’d done that on purpose, who knows.
Setting it on the floor between his knees, he then pulled out his comm and started to turn it off. He hated ignoring his mother right now. She had to be worse off than even him. But he couldn’t bring himself to deal with it right now. Yet, he stopped as he started to switch it off. Jim might call. He might get in one of those ridiculous fights or drink himself silly. Then who would he be left with?
The comm hit the floor beside the bottle, still on, with a dull thud. Dropping his head back on the bed, he closed his eyes.