Ocean Eyes - A Leonard "Bones" McCoy x Reader Fic

Chapter 3

The next morning

I was back in my quarters on the Enterprise. Last night had been great, though I won't admit this to anyone.

After encountering Bones at the bar, I had gone to the shopkeeper who had sold me the ukulele, and I sat there till late at night, learning the basics. I picked up the chords pretty quickly and was onto my first song by midnight. The street shops were open till 2 in the morning, and the shopkeeper seemed keen on teaching me, so I figured why not learn as much as I could.

She told me she had many copies (yes, actual paper copies!) of songs. She called them scores or sheet music. She gave me all the copies of scores she possessed, and I was so grateful!

Rand smuggled me back onto the ship by manning the transporter. She was going down in a while and didn't mind disobeying Kirk.

The clock flashed 0800 hours as I was snapped out of my thoughts about the previous night. I wanted to utilize the rest of my shore leave efficiently. I got up, showered, and walked to the replicator. When nothing came out even after swiping the card multiple times, I let a sigh out and decided that I'd have to go to the mess.

I swaggered along the deserted decks and corridors of the ship, making no effort to conceal myself. Most people were down on the planet, including the two I wanted to avoid.

Walking into the mess, I ordered popcorn (weird choice, I know) and sat down. Spock, who had entered the mess just after me, slid into the seat opposite me, both of us falling into a comfortable silence. We often had our breakfast together. I was one of the people closest to Spock.

Putting down the Vulcan equivalent of an apple, Spock looked at me and asked, "How are you Y/N? You seemed extremely sombre yesterday. That is unlike you."

The corner of my mouth lifted slightly at his concern. "I am fine." I replied. "I guess the work got to me. Yesterday was a nice break." So much for not telling anyone, I thought, amused. "I don't think Kirk thought of relieving me early yesterday. Someone else was behind that move." I gave a teasing grin. Spock's eyes crinkled in a semblance of a grin.

Once done with our respective meals, I said, "Come to my quarters tonight, Spock. I'll tell you about my evening and you can tell me about yours. Maybe I'll even play you something. Bring your lyre as well. I wanna hear you play it."

Spock bobbed his head, confirming that he'd be there.

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That evening

I heard the buzzer for the door. "Come in." Spock walked in with his Vulcan lyre in hand. I gave him a smile.

Though my quarters were small, I had made enough space for us to sit comfortably, without invading each other's space. He sat down on the straight backed, cushioned seat which he preferred, and I pulled my desk chair to sit on.

We talked about the events of last night, me reciting everything other than the event when I ran into the Doc (that incident was kept to myself for the time being). Spock told how he had done some work in the science lab, read a book, and practiced playing the lyre (though he didn't need any).

"You said that you were going to play for me?" It was more a request than a question. "Yeah.", I replied. "I bought this old Terran stringed instrument called the ukulele yesterday, and the lady who sold it to me taught me how to read sheet music and also helped me play my first song. It's "Ocean Eyes" by Billie Eilish from 2016. I've heard it before. You wanna hear it?"

Spock lifted his eyebrows in classic Spock fashion, essaying his agreement.

I rarely sang, but when I did, it was only in the privacy of my own quarters. Spock had heard me sing, though not very often.

I started strumming, trying to pick the beat from where I had to start the vocal.

I've been watchin' you for some time
Can't stop starin' at those ocean eyes
Burning cities and napalm skies
Fifteen flares inside those ocean eyes
Your ocean eyes.

No fair
You really know how to make me cry
When you gimme those ocean eyes
I'm scared
I've never fallen fro...

I faltered. Spock nodded, his eyes intently watching, eyebrow perked. I could see something glint in his eyes but didn't understand what it was. I resumed the strumming.

I've never fallen from quite this high Fallin' into your ocean eyes
Those ocean eyes.

I've been walkin' through a world gone blind
Can't stop thinkin' of your diamond mind
Careful creature made friends with time
He left her lonely with a diamond mind
And those ocean eyes.

No fair
You really know how to make me cry
When you gimme those ocean eyes
I'm scared
I've never fallen from quite this high
Fallin' into your ocean eyes
Those ocean eyes.

I had been nervous, not because it was my first time playing this song in front of somebody (because I knew Spock would never disregard the importance of beginning, and subsequently growing as a person), but because this song reminded me of a certain someone. If Spock connected the dots, I don't know what his reaction would be, and whether he would tell McCoy or Jim.

There was silence for a moment. Spock opened his mouth to say something, but then, his communicator beeped. Flipping it open, he said, "Spock here."

Kirk's voice cracked through. "Mr. Spock. I request you to please report to my quarters. I have an urgent matter to discuss with you."

Spock looked at me, that glint still there. I nodded my assent and picked up his lyre from my bed and handed it to him, as he stood from his chair to leave.

I mouthed, "See you later", and then the door shut.

Lying down on my bed, I decided that it would be best to go to sleep.

But sleep just wouldn't come.