#alpha!leonard

OH MY GOD

THIS is what you send in for 3 sentences? 3 SENTENCES? HOW?I’ve never even CONSIDERED doing McKirk as an A/B/O before and you want me to boil it down to 3 SENTENCES?

Hahaha… oh man! *wipes tears* that ain’t happening… we got…i’m not sure i wanna try counting sentences here lol. 

Ok, if i counted right, you’ve got the longest 3 sentences i’ve done so far: 16 :D

(P.S. Thank you :D )

Leonard frowned down at his pad, tapping the notification that had popped up in the corner. It was from Jim, only one word.

“Tonight.”

Frowning, he tapped the pad again, opening his private schedule and checking the dates. With everything going on, had he lost track of time? He usually kept better track of Jim’s heats than this.

In fact, as Chief Medical Officer of the Enterprise, it was part of his job to keep track of everyones ruts and heats, so as to be able to better help them. There was nothing that even modern medicine could do to completely halt the natural cycles of their secondary genders, but it could delay them, temper and ease them for the least amount of disruption in their lives as possible.

This was especially important in such circumstances as space exploration, when you needed to be ready for any emergency that may occur.

But sometimes, the medicines rebounded, as if to make up for lost time.

Staring down at his calender, noting that Jim’s heat was over a week early, Leonard realized it was one of those times, which would make this absolutely rough on his mate.

It was time to make arrangements to cover for both of them over the next week. If all went well, it’d be over in 3, but rebound heats had a way of being unpredictable.

Still, he and Jim had perfectly capable staff working for them. Spock and Christine could surely hold things together for the duration they’d be occupied, however long it wound up being.

Typing out a quick message, Leonard hit send.

“I’ll be ready.”