Fic: Home Videos (PG13, Two PArts)
Title: Home Videos
Rating : Pg-13
Fandom: Star Trek
Pairing: Bones/Jocelyn
Summary: Several home videos from before Dr. McCoy joined Starfleet.
Birth
The camera shook once or twice before steadying the picture and swinging around to show Leonard, still in bloody surgical scrubs, “Doctor, you know you can’t go in there in those scrubs!” The nurse delaying him explained.
“Jesus, Len, just listen to her and change your damn clothes.” came the male voice behind the camera,
“If it was your wife, Chris, you’d understand.” Leonard growled before finally backing off and taking the clean scrubs from the nurse and sulking off to change. The camera operator pushed through the door that Leonard had been previously trying to enter with ease, revealing the soft yellow walls of the maternity suite. Panting could be heard as the operator rounded the corner to revel the blonde in a hospital gown, she was panting on the Biobed, her hair tire up to keep from sticking to the sweat on her forehead,
“Chris” pant, wince, “Where the HELL IDS LEN?!” She yelled as another contraction hit.
“He was in surgery, they made him change out of his bloody scrubs before he could come in.” Chris laughed amusedly, she glared,
‘Well eh better hurry his ass up.” She rolled her eyes, the nurse approached her, “Doctor Matthews is on his way.”
“On his way?! What the hell is taking so long?” She whimpered, laying her head back on the standard issue hospital pillow, one hand on her stomach protectively.
“He was on vacation, Joss, you got to give him time to get here.” Chris reminded her, the camera shook,
“He shouldn’t be on damn vacation when I’m due!” The nurse looked between her spread legs,
“If he doesn’t hurry we may have to deliver without him.” She confirmed, motioning to the assistant, “Prepare for delivery, she’s fully dilated.”
If possible, Jocelyn’s eyes went wider, “We are not delivering if Len isn’t here!” She demanded. As if on cue, the camera spun around to reveal the off-duty doctor rushing into the room, looking irritated.
“Christ, you’d think my coworkers would have some damned respect” He complained, moving over to Jocelyn’s side, the camera following him. She reached toward him and he hugged her gently, kissing her cheek. She forced a smile up at him, holding his hands.
“How dilated is she?” he noted, letting her squeeze his hand as tight as she wanted to.
“Doctor, I am not going to let you diagnose your wife,” The nurse noted dully. Leonard remained silent but glared at her.
“She’s fully dilated, we’re gonna start pushing soon.”
“Without Dr. Matthews?” Jocelyn whimpered, alarmed.
“It’ll be fine Joss, the nurses know what they’re doing. He’ll be here in no time anyway to help.” He reassured her, bending down to kiss her forehead after wiping away some hairs that has stuck there. “Chris, can you turn that off? I think it’s just going to make Jocelyn more uncomfortable.” Leonard asked, strangely subdued by the situation, even as his wife grunted while commanded to push, squeezing his hand as if trying to break the bones there. The camera shut off in a crackle of fizz.
Bathtime
The camera flicks on in a whirr of static. It’s one of those old ones, that takes a round disc to record onto. The image of the greek- themed bedroom shakes a little as the camera operator adjusts, “Okay, so, here we are, we’re gonna spy on Len giving Joey a bath.” a female voice speaks, the image moving again, presumably as the narrator moves toward the closed door that leads to the bathroom. A manicured hand pushed the door open, and the artificial light in the bathroom is brighter than that of the sunlight in the bedroom, though it casts a gold glow on the white tile floor. “Hi, Len!” The man in question looks toward the camera from where he sits on the sink counter, propped against the mirror,
“Hey.” He offers a tired smile. And lifts his hand in an exhausted proclamation of a wave before letting it fall back down to his thigh. His button up plaid tee shirt is unbuttoned at his neck, and his blue jeans lead down to white socks, one of which has a hole in it. The camera pans across the bathroom, passing over a discarded pink dress and diaper, left on the floor by the bathtub. Over the high bathtub wall a little brown haired girl is revealed, splashing in the bubbles with her rubber duck.
“Joey!” The narrator coos, causing the toddler to look up, “Monmmeee” The girl coos back, reaching for the camera,
“No, no camera sweetie, bath.”
“Baich.” The girl makes her best interpretation of the word. It’s not perfect, but she understands what it means as she sits down.
“Where’s your duck, Jo?” The girl stood up, naked and held her duck out for her mother to take.
“Duck.” She confirmed, seriousness showing in her small featured.
“No, you can keep it.” The narrator offered, Joanna sat back down, chanting ‘duck’ repeatedly as he resumed splashing. The camera panned back to Leonard. His eyes were closed now. “Why so tired Len?”
“Don’t pretend you don’t damned well know.” He grouched, rubbing his face with his palm before sitting up. “Double shifts at the hospital and then I come home and get run ragged by both of you.” He mused, looking beyond the camera incredulously,
“Len, can we not get into this right now?” The narrator sighed.
“You asked.” He noted, with maybe a little more spite than was needed.
“And you know I didn’t want to start a damn argument.” Bit back the female voice, the camera dropping to film the whit tiles of the floor that met the brown wooden cabinet.
“Then you shouldn’t ask! You’re the one that complains that I don’t spend enough time with Jo, but then you ask me to work double shifts so you can stay home with her!”
“Oh,” The camera is slammed down, mirroring the malice in the female voice. The camera sits sideways on the sink, aimed at Leonard’s hip where he stands, Joanna can be seen in the background. “Don’t you go and make this my fault, Len.”
“Oh, well whose fault is it then? Sure as hell ain’t Joanna’s!” There was a long pause, then, quieter,
“Maybe it is.” The female said back in a remorseful tone,
“What?” His voice was incredulous,
“Maybe we made a mistake by having her.” her voice was still quiet. She may have been crying.
“Jocelyn, don’t you ever say Joanna was a mistake.” His voice was shaking, his stance shifted as he jabbed his pointed finger at her.
“Because you’re the one that gave birth to her, Len?” Jocelyn yelled back. There was a thump, and then screaming. Leonard spun,
“Oh, go, Jo.” He whimpered, reaching into the tub, “Jocelyn, call the hospital.” His voice was grim as he picked up his daughter, dripping wet and soaking into his shirt, she was out cold, her forehead bleeding form where it had hit the bath spout. He rushed out of the bathroom, grabbing the towel hanging by the tub and wrapping it around the toddler.
Rating : Pg-13
Fandom: Star Trek
Pairing: Bones/Jocelyn
Summary: Several home videos from before Dr. McCoy joined Starfleet.
Birth
The camera shook once or twice before steadying the picture and swinging around to show Leonard, still in bloody surgical scrubs, “Doctor, you know you can’t go in there in those scrubs!” The nurse delaying him explained.
“Jesus, Len, just listen to her and change your damn clothes.” came the male voice behind the camera,
“If it was your wife, Chris, you’d understand.” Leonard growled before finally backing off and taking the clean scrubs from the nurse and sulking off to change. The camera operator pushed through the door that Leonard had been previously trying to enter with ease, revealing the soft yellow walls of the maternity suite. Panting could be heard as the operator rounded the corner to revel the blonde in a hospital gown, she was panting on the Biobed, her hair tire up to keep from sticking to the sweat on her forehead,
“Chris” pant, wince, “Where the HELL IDS LEN?!” She yelled as another contraction hit.
“He was in surgery, they made him change out of his bloody scrubs before he could come in.” Chris laughed amusedly, she glared,
‘Well eh better hurry his ass up.” She rolled her eyes, the nurse approached her, “Doctor Matthews is on his way.”
“On his way?! What the hell is taking so long?” She whimpered, laying her head back on the standard issue hospital pillow, one hand on her stomach protectively.
“He was on vacation, Joss, you got to give him time to get here.” Chris reminded her, the camera shook,
“He shouldn’t be on damn vacation when I’m due!” The nurse looked between her spread legs,
“If he doesn’t hurry we may have to deliver without him.” She confirmed, motioning to the assistant, “Prepare for delivery, she’s fully dilated.”
If possible, Jocelyn’s eyes went wider, “We are not delivering if Len isn’t here!” She demanded. As if on cue, the camera spun around to reveal the off-duty doctor rushing into the room, looking irritated.
“Christ, you’d think my coworkers would have some damned respect” He complained, moving over to Jocelyn’s side, the camera following him. She reached toward him and he hugged her gently, kissing her cheek. She forced a smile up at him, holding his hands.
“How dilated is she?” he noted, letting her squeeze his hand as tight as she wanted to.
“Doctor, I am not going to let you diagnose your wife,” The nurse noted dully. Leonard remained silent but glared at her.
“She’s fully dilated, we’re gonna start pushing soon.”
“Without Dr. Matthews?” Jocelyn whimpered, alarmed.
“It’ll be fine Joss, the nurses know what they’re doing. He’ll be here in no time anyway to help.” He reassured her, bending down to kiss her forehead after wiping away some hairs that has stuck there. “Chris, can you turn that off? I think it’s just going to make Jocelyn more uncomfortable.” Leonard asked, strangely subdued by the situation, even as his wife grunted while commanded to push, squeezing his hand as if trying to break the bones there. The camera shut off in a crackle of fizz.
Bathtime
The camera flicks on in a whirr of static. It’s one of those old ones, that takes a round disc to record onto. The image of the greek- themed bedroom shakes a little as the camera operator adjusts, “Okay, so, here we are, we’re gonna spy on Len giving Joey a bath.” a female voice speaks, the image moving again, presumably as the narrator moves toward the closed door that leads to the bathroom. A manicured hand pushed the door open, and the artificial light in the bathroom is brighter than that of the sunlight in the bedroom, though it casts a gold glow on the white tile floor. “Hi, Len!” The man in question looks toward the camera from where he sits on the sink counter, propped against the mirror,
“Hey.” He offers a tired smile. And lifts his hand in an exhausted proclamation of a wave before letting it fall back down to his thigh. His button up plaid tee shirt is unbuttoned at his neck, and his blue jeans lead down to white socks, one of which has a hole in it. The camera pans across the bathroom, passing over a discarded pink dress and diaper, left on the floor by the bathtub. Over the high bathtub wall a little brown haired girl is revealed, splashing in the bubbles with her rubber duck.
“Joey!” The narrator coos, causing the toddler to look up, “Monmmeee” The girl coos back, reaching for the camera,
“No, no camera sweetie, bath.”
“Baich.” The girl makes her best interpretation of the word. It’s not perfect, but she understands what it means as she sits down.
“Where’s your duck, Jo?” The girl stood up, naked and held her duck out for her mother to take.
“Duck.” She confirmed, seriousness showing in her small featured.
“No, you can keep it.” The narrator offered, Joanna sat back down, chanting ‘duck’ repeatedly as he resumed splashing. The camera panned back to Leonard. His eyes were closed now. “Why so tired Len?”
“Don’t pretend you don’t damned well know.” He grouched, rubbing his face with his palm before sitting up. “Double shifts at the hospital and then I come home and get run ragged by both of you.” He mused, looking beyond the camera incredulously,
“Len, can we not get into this right now?” The narrator sighed.
“You asked.” He noted, with maybe a little more spite than was needed.
“And you know I didn’t want to start a damn argument.” Bit back the female voice, the camera dropping to film the whit tiles of the floor that met the brown wooden cabinet.
“Then you shouldn’t ask! You’re the one that complains that I don’t spend enough time with Jo, but then you ask me to work double shifts so you can stay home with her!”
“Oh,” The camera is slammed down, mirroring the malice in the female voice. The camera sits sideways on the sink, aimed at Leonard’s hip where he stands, Joanna can be seen in the background. “Don’t you go and make this my fault, Len.”
“Oh, well whose fault is it then? Sure as hell ain’t Joanna’s!” There was a long pause, then, quieter,
“Maybe it is.” The female said back in a remorseful tone,
“What?” His voice was incredulous,
“Maybe we made a mistake by having her.” her voice was still quiet. She may have been crying.
“Jocelyn, don’t you ever say Joanna was a mistake.” His voice was shaking, his stance shifted as he jabbed his pointed finger at her.
“Because you’re the one that gave birth to her, Len?” Jocelyn yelled back. There was a thump, and then screaming. Leonard spun,
“Oh, go, Jo.” He whimpered, reaching into the tub, “Jocelyn, call the hospital.” His voice was grim as he picked up his daughter, dripping wet and soaking into his shirt, she was out cold, her forehead bleeding form where it had hit the bath spout. He rushed out of the bathroom, grabbing the towel hanging by the tub and wrapping it around the toddler.