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If I came with a warning label, what would it say?
((OOC: I'll also do the meme stolen from Pasha, for either George or Jo. Each can be claimed twice, one for George, one for Jo
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If I came with a warning label, what would it say?
((OOC: I'll also do the meme stolen from Pasha, for either George or Jo. Each can be claimed twice, one for George, one for Jo
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“So you’ve made up your mind then,” Bones observed as George poured him bourbon. From the fact it was the good stuff, Bones had a feeling what the answer was. He couldn’t say he disapproved, just felt mildly disappointed.
“I did,” George confirmed. It’d taken a lot of thought, a lot of weighing the pros and cons, debating whether he wanted to do it and then finally a long talk with his boys. But in the end he’d made his decision.
“You’re leaving,” Bones said flatly. It wasn’t unexpected, just kind of disappointing.
“I wanted you to hear it from me,” George nodded. “I’m going to take Number One up on her offer, to be her First Officer, and head up the Communications department. She’s been struggling for years to find someone who’ll fit. And we think we’ll mesh together okay. Chris thinks so too.” Number One’s ship was more short range too, which meant long downtimes on Earth, to spend with Chris, rather than being out in the far reaches of space for five year pops.
“Have you told Jim?” Bones questioned. How was his Jim going to react?
“He helped me make the decision,” George said. “I only promised you guys five years…and Jim doesn’t need his old man underfoot. You’ve got a competent communications head, and first officer. Number One doesn’t.”
“Need no,” Bones shrugged. Want? Probably. “When do you leave?”
“When we hit Earth, in a month,” George said. “I’m finishing the five years with you guys no matter what.” Bones nodded, and held out his glass for a refill.
20 Years from Now.
“Grampa George!”
George oofed as two small objects collided with his legs. His two youngest grandkids, the older one from Spock and Uhura and the younger one who’d attatched herself to Jim and wouldn’t let go. For all Jim hadn’t ever wanted kids, he seemed to be doing okay with his and Bones’ daughter. He bent down and hugged them tight. “Hey kids. Did you like the graduation?”
“Jo-jo’s a doctor now,” they chorused. Bones made a pained smile at that.
“Go terrorize Grampa Chris for a bit, okay kids?” George suggested, pointing to where Chris was sitting. They nodded and swarmed towards Chris. George squeezed Bones shoulder.
“She’s so young,” Bones said. “She’s not old enough to be a doctor yet.”
“She’s twenty seven,” George reminded him. “She’s plenty old.”
“And Jim wasn’t allowed to take her, said she already has an assignment,” Bones scowled darkly. “But no one will tell me what it is. I can’t beg, barter, or blackmail it out of anyone.” And Jim couldn’t either.
“That sounds like someone is trying to keep it a surprise,” George said, a small smile playing at the edges of his lips.
Bones just growled. “How’s your pet project coming?” For longer trips, where there wasn’t supposed to be danger, George had been agitating for family-oriented ships.
“We have the first family oriented ship going out in six months,” George answered.
“Daddy!” Jo, little Jo wrapped her arms around Bones and squeezed tight. Big Jo was somewhere else in the crowd. “Grampa George! I can’t believe you picked me. I’m going to work hard for you sir.”
“I have no doubt about that,” George grinned at the flabbergasted look on Bones face. “Your daughter took extra courses in pediatrics, so I was able to snap her up to be part of my medical team. “
“Thanks,” Bones said heartfeltedly.
“Hey, having a McCoy on board has proven to be very lucky, look at the Enterprise and the Excelsior,” George chuckled. “With a new one coming down, how could I not?”
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“You already know,” Bones sighed, as he adjusted George’s medicines. “If you’d just fought a little harder…” He didn’t blame George for not though. They’d lost Admiral Pike ten years ago. He’d heard that Winona had died five years ago, but then, she’d never really given it another effort at being a mom, after she and George broke up decades ago. He supposed he felt sorry for her.
“I do,” George rasped. “It’s time.” He was tired. Missed Chris. He’d accomplished a lot, seen his grandkids married, dandled the great grandkids on his knee, made Fleet Admiral and started a program that had taken off, uniting families with their service personnel. “Glad you and Jim are here though.” Well, Jim was off getting coffee. He didn’t do well, seeing George like this.
“Save your strength,” Bones said gruffly.
“For what?” George chuckled. A wet, pale imitation of his old hearty laugh. “Bones, I’m dying. Ain’t nothing to save strength for now. You two better stay alive for another twenty years though. I don’t wanna come back to find you two dead.” He wouldn’t believe he was going to stay dead until he did. He hoped this time he got to. Didn’t have a lot of unfinished business this time.
“Hopefully you’ll stay dead this time,” Bones answered squeezing George’s hand, as George’s eyes slipped closed. He sat there, listening as the monitors registered the life signs stop. He had a feeling George was ready when he sent Jim out for coffee. Jim’d heard George die once, he knew George hadn’t wanted that to happen to him again. Standing up, he closed George’s eyes, and turned off the monitors.
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