Star Trek Reader Inserts

Bones (part 2 )

There she was, a faint figure not so far from the street where he was standing. It was unusually dark and she was barely visible, but the light still shined on her enough to make out her nose and lips. Her clothes were not of her Starfleet uniform, but rather, clothes that could warm her from the cold. He lifted a hand up and placed it on his forehead, keeping the rain from blocking his view. He made his way towards her, slowly and steadily so he can make out a path. It seem though, that with each passing step he took, the distance between them grew longer and longer. However, there was one thing that grew closer and louder by each passing minute.

"This is as quiet as it gets. Hush down now, go to sleep..."

He kept his sight fixed on her, as he started to quicken his pace. The cold air would lightly hit him, as if someone was brushing his face and hair ever so slightly.

"We were once perfect , me and you. We'll never leave this room..."

Feeling like he would never catch up to her, McCoy stopped and began to catch his breath again. He placed his hands on his knees and started to breathe very heavily, not being able to hear the foot steps that were coming his way. He looked up from his position and saw her , the girl who's voice haunted him everyday and every night.

He straightened himself up, his eyes never leaving hers. He placed a hand on her cheek, feeling concern for the girl in front of him. She hid her face behind her hoodie, but the stains on her cheeks were enough evidence for him to know that she was indeed crying. She buried her face on his hand, and felt immediate comfort. The two of them remained this way, until the sky began to get darker, and the air colder.

She slowly pulled away and gave him a weak smile, and within a second....she was gone. McCoy frantically searched for her, trying to figure out what was going on. She couldn't just have disappeared like that, not unless she might of beamed onto a nearby starship, but there was nothing. The girl he desperately fell for was gone, disappeared right in front of him, like if it was all a dream....

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"Ms. (L/N) may I speak with you for just a minute?"

You rubbed your eyes, and followed the man outside the room. He led you into his office, where he pulled out a chair for you, and then sat on his own.

"Ms. (L/N), I am aware that you are worried but-"

"I'm not leaving his side."

"Ms. (L/N)- "

"(F/N), call me (F/N)." You say, sounding a bit tired and annoyed.

"Ms. (F/N), please do be considerate of your body and get some rest. My nurses have claimed that you hardly leave his side. You barely eat, and you barely sleep."

"I'm fine, doctor." You say as you turned away from his gaze.

"Oh really? Well tell me, when was the last time you had a healthy meal? When was the last time you slept for at least eight hours?"

You didn't know how to answer him, or rather, you didn't want to answer him. You already knew what he was going to say to your reply, he might as well spare you the lecture.

He looked at you for a while, and then let out a small sigh in defeat. He adjusted his glasses and began to clear his throat.

"There is another thing I wanted to talk to you about..."

You quickly turned your head towards him, giving him a concerned look.

"It has been a year now, and he still hasn't given sign of recovery. I think now is the best time for you, Ms. (L/N), to consider the fact that....he might never wake up."