Bones looked at the book you had given to him after you left. Just looking at it. He knew he was the one who came up with the idea, but it still didn't stop him from being cautious to open the notebook. What could you have written? Having just been told by a man that you had a life ending disease, and then to only tell you to write a bucket list. How would someone handle that?
Bones to it upon himself to open the cover. as he did, he slowly sat at his desk.
He was expecting to see a traditional list of things you wanted to do, but found himself looking at a short paragraph taking up little space on the page in the center of it. He leaned forward in his seat as he read it to himself.
"Hello, my name is Y/N L/N. I am aboard the Starship Enterprise currently, and I am sitting on my bed thinking of what to do before I die. I honestly never thought Id write this kind of thing, but it seemed like a good idea. Its been a lot harder to think of things than I thought, and so I have taken to writing this intro. Most books have intros, but I guess most books aren't about dying. I guess I thought of myself as the adventurous type, though now I cant think of a single thing to do. How sad is that?"
Bones looked over it once more till he noticed at the bottom on the page. There was a stain from a teardrop in the corner. Next to it wrote, "I'm scared."
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Bones took the book to his quarters, placing it down on his side table near the bed as he undressed to get into something to sleep in. He couldn't help noticing himself catch glimpses of the book through the doorway of his closet every time he passed by to get another article of clothing.After he had finished dressing up, he took the book to sit on the couch with. He skipped the first page, already knowing what was written. On the second, he found her first request for her bucket list. The page contained only one, allowing him to realize there was one on each page.
" My first request would be to find a new home for Pandora."
Bones sat confused. Who was Pandora? He had never heard of someone named Pandora, and if he had, he had forgotten. He knew he could ask her in the morning, so he closed the notebook, not caring for the other requests just yet, and placed it back on the table. Afterwards, he climbed into bed and fell asleep.
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~"Mom, do you know where the eggs are?"
You yelled to your mother who was currently upstairs cleaning the living room after you little cousin had visited, making quite a mess.
"They should be in storage container number 3. I just ordered them yesterday."
You went for them, following her directions so you could finally make breakfast. You grabbed the large metal box that contained 12 eggs that were already generated by a machine perfectly.
Cracking one open into a small bowl, you dropped it quickly as the egg turned black. You looked down, disgusted to find it on your hands as well. A sticky tar-like substance covering your fingers.
"Hey mom? I think something is wrong with these eggs?"
Your mother didn't reply, but you were occupied by the fact the substance was growing up your arms. Sticking to you like glue.
"Mom? Mom!"
Your mother, again, did not answer.
You started to scream for help as you shook your arms in an attempt to fling the substance off of your limbs. It did not give way, and continued to grow.
You screamed for help.
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You awoke with a jolt. You flung yourself upright and were sweating like a pig, and your breathing was heavy.
It didn't take you long to noticed something was screaming in your room. You looked around to find Pandora. Your pet was screaming loudly over the silence of your room. You quickly stood up to walk over to him. He wasn't hungry since you found that he eats only once a week. By closer inspection, you noticed that he was facing towards the door of your room. As if by command, a knock was heard from your door.
You quickly rushed over, not knowing how long the person had been there.
Opening it, you were greeting with a tired, and familiar face.
Bones
"Hi Y/N. Can I come in?"
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Heart Ache (McCoy X Reader)
FanfictionAll good doctors have their weaknesses. Your illness would show his, forcing him to learn how to save you and also learn how much he really loves you. (If you're reading this, you should read my first Star Trek X Reader, Spock's Heart, if you haven...