Star Trek (AOS) Fic: Give Me an Egg
This is a 600 word Star Trek drabble for the Weekend Challenge at 1_million_words ENJOY!! This was inspired by two awesome plays I saw, Cake Off and Waitress--both are about the beauty of baking and loving your family and friends :):)
“Yorktown’s First Annual Bake Off!”
Leonard tried but he couldn’t actually ignore the sign because Jim was holding it about three inches from his eyes with an insanely exuberant grin on his own face.
“Bones, you have to enter this!”
Leonard McCoy, surgeon, CMO and secret baker, brushed past Jim and continued walking towards the starbase’s medical clinic.
“Jim, I don’t have time for your foolishness.”
His best friend was undeterred, easily keeping pace and talking a mile a minute. “You should enter your Johnnycake Shoofly Cobbler, I love that one. No wait, make it your Apricot Bacon Pie, that thing is killer.”
Jim continued to talk, ignoring the fact that Leonard was ignoring him. “I know, your Peach Brown Betty, that’s a work of art.”
“Would you hush?” McCoy hissed. “I am not entering that contest.”
It wasn’t something that he advertised but he didn’t exactly keep it hidden either, but Leonard loved baking.
His father David McCoy, was Jefferson County’s foremost family doctor, and he baked as a way to ease his stress and a young Len found himself helping out and it turned out that he was a good baker in his own right.
Together the McCoy men created pies with unusual ingredients, so strange that at first you’d think they wouldn’t work together but the pie would turn out to be delicious.
At the encouragement of the majority of their family and friends, the most vocal being Len’s mom, the father and son began entering local bake offs and winning handily.
All through his childhood, even when Len was in high school and college, he and his dad baked together and entered contests and more often than not, they walked away with the prize money.
In fact, they won so many first place finishes at the Dodge, Glynn and Hancock County Fairs, they were asked not to compete.
But that all came to a halt when his dad got ill.
Leonard still baked, but now it was more of a way to get out his worries and fears, the feelings he couldn’t talk to with anyone, then strictly for the love of baking.
Jim was the only person in his new family that knew about his secret baking and it seemed that his dear captain wasn’t about to let it be a secret any longer.
“You know what you should do,” Jim yammered on as though Bones had never spoken. “You should make that yummy cookie pie.” He fixed his friend with a deliberately innocent look. “What was that called again?”
“Apricot Marshmallow Cookie Pie.” Leonard answered automatically.
Jim started smirking. “Man, you’re lucky I’m such a good friend because I’m totally going to be your taste tester.”
His teasing grin abruptly disappeared as Jim slung an arm around Len’s shoulders and leaned in to whisper into his ear. “Your dad wouldn’t want you to hide your talent. Enter the contest and win it for him, for old time’s sake.”
Leonard closed his eyes as he considered Jim’s words. He remembered how happy his dad looked whenever one of their pies turned out beautifully, knowing he was giving his family a gift, a symbol of his love for them.
Finally, he opened his eyes and smiled slowly back at his friend. “I’m not only going to enter this contest, but I’m going to make a pie that’s as tasty as all get out.”
He ducked his head, laughing at Jim’s elated cheer, but he quickly calmed down again.
Leonard looked up briefly at the stars before muttering out a quick prayer. “This is for you, Dad."
Read the sequel Flapjackery
“Yorktown’s First Annual Bake Off!”
Leonard tried but he couldn’t actually ignore the sign because Jim was holding it about three inches from his eyes with an insanely exuberant grin on his own face.
“Bones, you have to enter this!”
Leonard McCoy, surgeon, CMO and secret baker, brushed past Jim and continued walking towards the starbase’s medical clinic.
“Jim, I don’t have time for your foolishness.”
His best friend was undeterred, easily keeping pace and talking a mile a minute. “You should enter your Johnnycake Shoofly Cobbler, I love that one. No wait, make it your Apricot Bacon Pie, that thing is killer.”
Jim continued to talk, ignoring the fact that Leonard was ignoring him. “I know, your Peach Brown Betty, that’s a work of art.”
“Would you hush?” McCoy hissed. “I am not entering that contest.”
It wasn’t something that he advertised but he didn’t exactly keep it hidden either, but Leonard loved baking.
His father David McCoy, was Jefferson County’s foremost family doctor, and he baked as a way to ease his stress and a young Len found himself helping out and it turned out that he was a good baker in his own right.
Together the McCoy men created pies with unusual ingredients, so strange that at first you’d think they wouldn’t work together but the pie would turn out to be delicious.
At the encouragement of the majority of their family and friends, the most vocal being Len’s mom, the father and son began entering local bake offs and winning handily.
All through his childhood, even when Len was in high school and college, he and his dad baked together and entered contests and more often than not, they walked away with the prize money.
In fact, they won so many first place finishes at the Dodge, Glynn and Hancock County Fairs, they were asked not to compete.
But that all came to a halt when his dad got ill.
Leonard still baked, but now it was more of a way to get out his worries and fears, the feelings he couldn’t talk to with anyone, then strictly for the love of baking.
Jim was the only person in his new family that knew about his secret baking and it seemed that his dear captain wasn’t about to let it be a secret any longer.
“You know what you should do,” Jim yammered on as though Bones had never spoken. “You should make that yummy cookie pie.” He fixed his friend with a deliberately innocent look. “What was that called again?”
“Apricot Marshmallow Cookie Pie.” Leonard answered automatically.
Jim started smirking. “Man, you’re lucky I’m such a good friend because I’m totally going to be your taste tester.”
His teasing grin abruptly disappeared as Jim slung an arm around Len’s shoulders and leaned in to whisper into his ear. “Your dad wouldn’t want you to hide your talent. Enter the contest and win it for him, for old time’s sake.”
Leonard closed his eyes as he considered Jim’s words. He remembered how happy his dad looked whenever one of their pies turned out beautifully, knowing he was giving his family a gift, a symbol of his love for them.
Finally, he opened his eyes and smiled slowly back at his friend. “I’m not only going to enter this contest, but I’m going to make a pie that’s as tasty as all get out.”
He ducked his head, laughing at Jim’s elated cheer, but he quickly calmed down again.
Leonard looked up briefly at the stars before muttering out a quick prayer. “This is for you, Dad."
Read the sequel Flapjackery