Summary: Bones x Reader. You get stranded on an away mission with Bones, who has a secret he’s been keeping from you.
Warnings: If you don’t like Vampire fics don’t read this! Swearing, blood, biting, mostly fluff with a bit of mild angst. It’s not super gory or anything, but want to be on the safe side.
A/N: It’s a bit late for Halloween, but reading all those themed fics inspired this idea, and I had three hours on a train today. What’s a girl to do? I’ve not really edited and it was pretty much written in one sitting so apols for any glaring mistakes.
“Oh for fuck’s sake,” you muttered under your breath as you entered the clearing in the forest and saw Doctor Leonard McCoy. Of all the people to be stuck on this god forsaken planet with, it had to be your arch nemesis.
He was crouched over his pack, messing around with his communicator which was clearly broken. Although you had been as quiet as possible to avoid the attention of the less than friendly native species the second you stepped out of the tree line, McCoy’s head shot up and he looked at you with the familiar frown. “Y/L/N! Are you hurt? Where are the others?”
“I’m just peachy. I got separated from the Captain and Lieutenant Harris about a mile back when we were being chased. I managed to ditch the guy with the dart gun, but haven’t a fucking clue where we are in relation to the rendezvous point. Looks like it’s just you and me.” The doctor’s frown deepened into a tight lipped grimace. You rolled your eyes and pointed at his comm. “it won’t work, there’s some kind of interference.”
McCoy looked at you for a long moment before huffing a breath and standing, slinging the pack over his shoulder. “Guess we’d better head for higher ground.” While he scanned the clearing with his tricorder, you attempted to determine which way was north by the position of the twin moons.
“From what I remember the terrain turns more mountainous to the north.” You pointed in the direction of the track that appeared closest to the direction you wanted to go in. McCoy raised an eyebrow and waved his tricorder in the opposite direction.
“Good job you’re not a navigator. North’s that way.” You glared at him and stomped past, taking the opposite track.
“Bite me, McCoy.” You swore that the man chuckled.
