#dammitimadoctor

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Guardian Angel!AU

m-scotty {Reg!scotty meeting mirror!bones}

dammitimadoctor {Their first meeting. We can forgo this one, since we've already started a new thread, but I wanted to check with you first}

anursefirst {All of them :| }

ltcarolmarcus {Mirror them being crazy fucks}

inmyclutches {The super fucked up/hot thread in bones' room}

doctornovan {the fangirl chronicles}

captainoftheenterprise {rabbit hole}

pavelcandozat {poor precious russian bb}

engineeredtodie {Leo being a dick}

I'm sure I've missed some (everywhere) so please let me know :3

4: Forehead Kiss

Leonard knew he wouldn’t last long. Too soft, too caring too gentle. The gruff words, and almost permanent scowl etched into his skin wasn’t enough to hide the soul underneath it all, and that’s what they latched onto like harpies. In only a matter of days, the doctor had been taken apart, the only ounce of goodness on the ship ripped apart, left open and bleeding in the CMO’s chambers, with nothing but the insignia he’d brought with him from the universe he’d stepped from. Leonard had tried, hid the man, given him the excuses to hide, disappear into another part of the world to live out the rest of his life in some semblance of peace, but he couldn’t. 

Leonard wanted to hate him for it, but he couldn’t. They were too alike, in far more ways than he’d expected, and because of that…McCoy had stayed. The man had helped him in the medbay when there were so many wounded it was all Leo could do to keep himself walking straight. Most didn’t notice the difference between them, and if they did, they didn’t comment, knowing better than to cross their CMO. At least he’d thought so.

Someone slipped, though, the secret spreading through the ship faster than he imagined, and when the doctor was on an away mission, they’d come for him.

Silent, he crossed to his bed, the man’s body barely covered by the blood darkened sheets beneath him, and felt an unfamiliar twinge of emotion in his chest. Pain, and anger, he was used to, but this…this was something entirely different.

Moving before his mind could really catch up, Leonard was leaning over the form of the only man in the world who could ever hope to understand him, and pressed a kiss to his forehead. The warmth of his lips, touching the cooled flesh and coloring with specks of red that remained behind. Eyes pressed tight together, the emotion welling higher in his chest, he tried his hardest to hold it back, but despite his best efforts a single tear escaped.

Landing with a soft splash on the too pale curve of the doctor’s cheek, and leaving a stripe behind in the blood as it fell. With a hand, shaking and timid, he reached out and slowly slid his eyes closed, whispering a soft apology into the stoic air between them. He knew there were plenty of people who would miss him, and would never know it was all Leonard’s fault they wouldn’t be getting him back.

As he drew the sheet fully over the other man’s form, it wasn’t until he’d curled up on the empty part of the bed with a bottle of his favorite bourbon that he realized just what the emotion churning his gut was.

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