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Bones snippet
Unbetaed, straight from the hip. :) I love me some Bones from new Star Trek.
About two days after arriving at the Starfleet Academy, Leonard McCoy realized he had misspoken on the flight. His (two-timing, bitchy, greedy) ex-wife had left him a few things besides the bones that he had been positive the space flight would do horrible things to.
He still had his alcohol and the flask his grandfather had given him when he had graduated medical school. It was engraved with the family crest - damned if he could remember what the family crest actually stood for but it was his. And maybe, just maybe, he'd smuggled a few of the dragon's favorite pieces of jewelry out of the house in the bottom of his scotch.
There'd been a dog, too, that she was going to leave him but he had graciously decided to let her keep it when he joined up with Starfleet.
Bones grinned.
She still had it but he'd taught it a few tricks before the divorce had gone final and he'd gotten tired of fucking visiting rights for a dog that weighed less than his flask. By now, LuLu (guess who had picked the name - go on, guess) probably had driven his ex-wife insane by someone thinking it was a good idea to wake up at 4 in the morning, every morning, and bark at the fridge. Nonstop.
The one thing, though, that she hadn't specifically given him was flopped all over Bones' bed. The doctor scowled at the unconscious form; his new roommate had a bed of his own and yet had decided to drink and pass out on his bed.
No, while that she-devil hadn't technically left him this 'gift', Bones had no problem blaming his new friend all on her.
Bitch.
About two days after arriving at the Starfleet Academy, Leonard McCoy realized he had misspoken on the flight. His (two-timing, bitchy, greedy) ex-wife had left him a few things besides the bones that he had been positive the space flight would do horrible things to.
He still had his alcohol and the flask his grandfather had given him when he had graduated medical school. It was engraved with the family crest - damned if he could remember what the family crest actually stood for but it was his. And maybe, just maybe, he'd smuggled a few of the dragon's favorite pieces of jewelry out of the house in the bottom of his scotch.
There'd been a dog, too, that she was going to leave him but he had graciously decided to let her keep it when he joined up with Starfleet.
Bones grinned.
She still had it but he'd taught it a few tricks before the divorce had gone final and he'd gotten tired of fucking visiting rights for a dog that weighed less than his flask. By now, LuLu (guess who had picked the name - go on, guess) probably had driven his ex-wife insane by someone thinking it was a good idea to wake up at 4 in the morning, every morning, and bark at the fridge. Nonstop.
The one thing, though, that she hadn't specifically given him was flopped all over Bones' bed. The doctor scowled at the unconscious form; his new roommate had a bed of his own and yet had decided to drink and pass out on his bed.
No, while that she-devil hadn't technically left him this 'gift', Bones had no problem blaming his new friend all on her.
Bitch.
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But... you forgot the sex. I'm confused.
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:D :D :D
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