Hey guys!! I'm back for a bit! This was requested by -CaptainObvious- , I hope you enjoy it!! Thanks for the requests :)

Sorry it took a while! They all will take a while by the way, please be patient!

I must warn you, I'm having a hard time writing, so this may not be the best. Reader inserts are particularly hard for some reason, I truly don't know why. But I really want to try, so I'll be doing my best here.

Enjoy!

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You turned around on your heels, the transporter room coming into view. Your brother, Spock, stood beside you, his back as straight as an arrow. Nerves swelled in your body, you'd never been on an away mission before. 

"Spock, swap out, Bones' is taking your place." Kirk commanded as he entered the room, gesturing for Spock to leave the pad. 

"Captain, I believe my presence on the planet will assist the crew just as much as Doctor McCoy's. Have I not been performing my job to your standards?" Spock questioned, a defensive tone underlying his normal one. Kirk just chuckled in response, placing a hand on your brother's shoulder. 

"Don't take it so personally, Spock, I just feel Doctor McCoy would be better fit for this away mission. You're in charge." Kirk laughed, standing in the middle of the transporter pad. 

Leonard McCoy entered the room, the door closing after him. He had a medical bag over his shoulder, his signature grumpy face on his lips. You blushed a light green color, your shoulders hunching in. 

"Lieutenant Y/N." He greeted, standing beside you on the pad. Spock raised an eyebrow at your reaction, walking off the transporter pad. 

"Doctor McCoy." You answered, glancing over at Kirk in the middle. The Captain's eyes switched between you and McCoy, a smirk forming on his lips. 

"Do you have something you need to say, Jim?" Doctor McCoy asked, raising an eyebrow at Kirk. "Don't be shy."

"Nope. It's nothing." Kirk suppressed a laugh, grinning to himself as everyone was beamed to the planet. You watched Spock's confused look fade, the landscape of the new planet replacing him.

Water crashed against rocks, nothing seen on the horizon as you gazed out over the blue desert. The sky was orange, despite the blue color of the water. It should be impossible, but somehow, there it was. 

A jungle was tangled behind you, reminding you of the Earth island you had read about. You were raised on Vulcan with your brother, but you were raised to be more human than Vulcan. Spock was always your father's son, but you were always your mother's daughter. 

"Well I'll be damned." Doctor McCoy's southern accent cut through the silence between the crew, everyone taking in the planet's beauty.

"It's gorgeous."

"Earth is still my favorite planet." McCoy sighed, taking a step forward. His eyes continued to gaze at the planet, the orange color reflecting off his eyes. 

"I thought your favorite planet would be one where you could live in solitude with no bugs or disruptions." You say, trying to spark a conversation. You couldn't help your feelings for the doctor, despite what your father would say.

"That would be heaven. I might let someone join me, but it sure as hell won't be Jim." McCoy half joked, receiving a look of hurt from the captain.

"I'm shocked, Bones. How dare you."

"Shut your corn fed mout-"

A loud explosion burst your ears, your body flying forwards. Your ears rang, the warm stream of blood flowing from your eardrums. Your leg slowly grew in pain, your body paralyzed from movement.

Time passed like hours, but eventually, someone spoke up. "Y/N, are you alright?" Someone said, their voice almost directly in your bleeding ears.

"Hnng." You groan, your senses returning to your body. You felt the soft fabric of a shirt on your fingers, wrapping the fabric into your fists. The ground rose and fell beneath you, each movement aggravating your leg.

"Can you get off me darlin', or are you hurt?" A familiar voice echoed inside your brain, another groan escaping your lips. "I'll take that as the latter."

You felt your body move, your face suddenly being exposed to smokey air. Eye's opening a crack, you surveyed your surroundings. A man, Doctor McCoy you recognized, was leaning over you. 

"Ugh hng." You tried to say, resisting the urge to scream. 

"Jim! You okay?" McCoy's voice broke through, a ringing beginning to form in your ears. A muffled response was heard through the blood in your ears. The answer must have been satisfactory, the doctor returned his focus to you.

"I-" You began, being cut off by a sharp pain in your left leg. You lifted your head just a little, only to get a glimpse. A tourniquet had been tied around your leg above an ugly wound, green tinted blood oozing out.

"Don't talk darlin', just relax. Try not to move your leg, can you focus on the light that's in your eyes?"

You had barely noticed the light until he pointed it out, your brain dazed from whatever had happened. 

"You're doing great, just try not to mo-"

"Scotty! Get us back to the damn ship!"

"Jim! Get over here and hold pressure on this woun-"

"Scotty! There's injuries! Y/N for sure, I can't see anyone else besides her and Bones through this smoke!"

"Jim!"

The yelling continued to ricochet in your brain, bouncing around your skull as if it was empty. Consciousness began to leave your body, the darkness tunneling in your vision. "Y/N." You heard McCoy say as you finally drifted off, numbness consuming your body.

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The annoying beeping of the heart monitor woke you as you started to drift back to consciousness. "Welcome back to the land of the living." A familiar gruff voice broke through the beeping, taking your attention back.

"Doctor, I hardly think that is a correct statement. Y/N was hardly ever dead, therefore returning to the 'land of the living' is an incorrect statement." Your brother's voice cut in, the urge to sigh surging through your body.

"It's a damn expression, Spock, don't get your underwear in a twist." McCoy remarked, the familiar sound of a tri-corder buzzing in your pointy ears.

"I am unclear on your choice of expression, Doctor." 

"It means don't take it too seriously or something like that, Spock." You answer, your voice hoarse. "How long was I out?"

"About 3 day-"

"2 days and 17 hours." Spock finished, receiving an eye-roll from the Southern Doctor.

"Thanks, Spock. Can I have a few minutes alone with your sister?" He asked, doing his best to keep the sarcasm out of his voice. Spock slowly nodded, glancing at you in your bed before he strode from the room. 

Cool air shivered in your body as McCoy moved the blanket from your leg, revealing thick bandaged around the limb. His dark hair sloppily clung to his forehead, bags hanging from under his eyes. A small cut was healing on his cheek, the overall look of exhaustion on his face. 

"The damage to your leg and ears are repaired, mostly. You leg still needs time to heal, but you should be able to leave here soon. There wasn't any other damage. The blast just burst your eardrums, but they are healed." He repeated, going over information more than once. 

"Thank you, Doctor." You whisper, reaching for the glass of water beside your bed. McCoy stood up, bringing you the glass before you could move too much. 

"It's my job, Darlin'." McCoy spoke, his eyes gently gazing into yours. "So, I was thinking, most woman that lay on top of me aren't injured. But, I was wondering, would you ever like to... go out with me? Like a date? Damn, this is really juvenile..."

"I think it's cute. Thank you, Doctor McCoy. I accept." You say, the look of relief that swelled on his face being enough to put you at ease. 

"Call me Leonard." He grinned, pretending to check your chart to distract himself. 

"Okay then, Leonard. I still accept your offer for a date."

He smiled just a little more, his eyes locking with yours. "Perfect."