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teaoli

Happy Birthday, Bones!

Jan 20, 2011 10:20

Title: Happy Birthday, Bones!
Authors: teaoli, djkiwi2576, spockside, eternalwytch and anyone else who cares to comment. This is open to all comers; anons welcome.
Characters: McCoy + ensemble
Summary: Written in honor of what would have been DeForrest Kelley's 91st birthday.

EDIT:Just because De’s birthday passed, doesn't mean Bones’s party needs to end! Additions are still welcome ( Read more... )

bones, star trek, birthday, mccoy

Comments 13

djkiwi2576 January 20 2011, 15:34:49 UTC

Birthdays weren't what they used to be. None of his mother's delicious and completely unhealthy food. No chicken, no okra, no corn fried in a cast iron skillet, and seasoned with salted pork. Not in this day and age of regenerators and knowledge of what all those animal by products did to your system.

There was no baby girl to greet him with a snaggle toothed smile, even if five, six, "Damn," ten years had passed since she lost her two front teeth.

"Pathetic old fool."

Bones muttered under his breath before pressing his forehead against the cool tile of his shower.

spockside January 20 2011, 16:57:38 UTC

"Same ship, different day," he grumbled, after spending more time than necessary in the shower and trying to shave without meeting his own bloodshot eyes in the mirror. Coulda used a pick-me-up, he thought, but then he knew the vicious cycle that could start.

He pulled on the familiar uniform and went in search of strong coffee and the least healthy breakfast he could scrounge.

teaoli January 20 2011, 18:33:11 UTC

The officers mess was full of noise and nonsense. He planted a grin on his face even though every pat on the back felt like a land vehicle slamming into him. Gettin’ old, he thought bitterly. He smiled through every hand shake and shoulder slap and every other damned thing that got between him and coffee.

Eventually, he made it past the fleet of well-wishers to the chow line. And not a moment too soon. The grin had become a grimace and the next person to remind him of what day it was might very well get an earful if he hadn’t gotten a dose of java yet.

djkiwi2576 January 20 2011, 18:54:42 UTC

No sooner had his hands gripped the tray and the promise of caffeine wafted to his nose, did the good doctor distinguish the precious melody of her boots against the floor. He averted his gaze, studying the poor reincarnation of grits on his plate and forced himself to think of anything other than her eyes, lips, and the curves poorly hidden by her excuse of a uniform ( ... )

eternalwytch January 20 2011, 19:32:22 UTC

Christine looked into those tired blue eyes and smiled gently. "Of course there is Doctor, look at the lights, they perfectly simulate Sunlight to keep the crew healthier, your suggestion is I remember correctly." She got her tray and gently nudged him to a table where a carafe waited with one cup and a large brightly wrapped box.

"Happy birthday." She poured a rich dark liquid into the cup. "Real coffee for the occasion" She sat down and smiled at him. "Well, sit down and drink your coffee and open your present. She had gotten him a soft sweater for his off time, a bottle of aged whiskey and food...good, Southern food for later. It had taken some doing, but with stasis to keep it all fresh, it had gotten done.