De Kelley/Dr. Mccoy Fan

90 years ago to the day, De had his graduation ceremony from high school.

What kind of student was De?

De: Oh, high school teachers down here in front. Wants to know what kind of a high school kid I was. Well, I was a poor Baptist preacher's son. I was going to a place called Decatur High School. Yay, Decatur. And my father had no church at the time and we were on WPA and NYA. I was working after school cleaning up the lockers and that sorta thing. And I did fairly well in school except math. I just couldn't stand math. I've never been able to use that x + y=2 to this day.

i wonder what he's uh... writing...

Okay, now Bones!

Fandom: Star Trek: The Original Series (TOS)  Pairing: McCoy / Uhura  Rating/Warning: Explicit (M) Word Count: 12.108

Summary:  When an angry ambassador puts a curse on her, Uhura has needs, and McCoy is there to help. 

Part 1: The Problem

McCoy was standing to attention in the transporter room. His dress uniform felt especially uncomfortable today, and he couldn’t wait to get rid of it again, just like he couldn’t wait to get rid of this nasty excuse for an ambassador. In hindsight, even Elaan of Troyius had seemed friendly and well-behaved compared to him. If the rest of this new member planet’s population were anything like him, then God help the Federation!

The ambassador was as rude as they come and hadn’t missed a chance to put his foot in it. McCoy couldn’t shed the feeling that he’d enjoyed it, too. Had probably done it on purpose in the first place. He’d been arrogant and demanding. And highly disrespectful, especially of the female members of the crew. Uhura, who’d been chosen as his ‘personal assistant’, had taken the brunt of it, and McCoy had barely been able to keep his temper, witnessing the smart and amazing communications officer being insulted time after time.