#bonesisms

❛McCoy, Leonard McCoy❜ 

          Teddy is kneeling over Leo, a frown etched onto his features, brow furrowed as he glances down at his friend worriedly. Although his voice is calm, it does betray the worried lines across his face.

“I swear, some of the guys I’m working with --”

Noah cut himself off midsentence. There was no use in talking about his demotivated coworkers when he could just as well try and sort it out personally. Not to mention the fact that thinking about their lack of competence would just further annoy him, and this evening was supposed to be a restful, not a frustrating one.

Leo had come over to spend some time and, naturally, they had started talking about work. Somehow that always happened, not at least since they shared some experiences and therefore knew exactly what they were dealing with. Alex was still stuck at work and wouldn’t be home for another couple of hours, and while Noah had planned some kind of movie-and-pizza-night with Leo, it seemed like they wouldn’t be able to completely stop talking about unsolved cases and alike. 

         hazel eyes focused on the slide upon the microscope, a practiced hand scrawling nearly-illegible notes down into a worn notebook. the doctor had spent nearly twenty minutes testing various chemicals on red blood cells to try and replicate what had happened to the victim’s blood. she barely noticed her lab door creak open and the familiar sound of footfalls.

   It had been a long night for Jim. Between the bar fight gone sour and a dare from a man from Jim’s past, he’d had a lot to think about while nursing two bruised ribs and a broken nose, not to mention a minor hangover. Starfleet. Just like his father, and his mother. A place where he’d been told he’d end up after school, and a future that he’d fought his whole life, along with a legacy he’d never asked for. Too much pressure for a kid like him, and now that he was a repeat offender being offered a second chance? 

   He’d honestly considered saying yes, even driven out to the shipyard to watch the silver ships being built, but the thought of being in space to prove a point and deal with people who thought themselves better than him sickened him. 

   So instead, he did what he’d never done before in his life. He drove away from a dare. He drove for miles, quite a ways out of town in the other direction, so he couldn’t see the shipyard anymore. He drove through miles of cornfields until he needed a rest, and then for a mile or two more. As he came to a stop, he could’ve sworn that he could see a house on the horizon. A house, out in the middle of goddamn nowhere. As he got closer, he could see that it was closer to a rundown shack than a house, although it covered about 1500 square feet. It was in serious disrepair. As a handyman, jack of all trades and master of none especially when he was drinking, his curiosity was poked. He parked and propped his bike outside the house and went to walk up the steps, taking it carefully as two of them were broken on the wraparound porch. 

           Hello? Anyone here?

  It was a stretch, but if someone was living here, Jim had an obligation to offer them his services at the very least. And if there wasn’t, he had even more of an obligation to try and fix this old house up and maybe try to turn a credit or two on it.