AN-So, in light of so many different choices being made in the poll, I've decided to post all the options one by one, some of them will be faster updates because the stories are already started, others will take some time as I try to write the first three or so chapters.
This was my second entry for Camp Nanowrimo, and while I reached 50k with it but did not finish it, it still needs quite a bit of editing so updates will be slow.
This chapter was looked over/betaed by the amazing Ammie Hawke. Anyone who hasn't read her great crossovers should take a look at them, you won't be disappointed :D
Title: Enterprising Young Men
Summary: After the tragic events of Harry's fifth year, he leaves the Wizarding World to go live with his true father. Less than a year later, he's accepted to Star Fleet and sets off to begin his new life among the stars.0
Pairing: Spock/Bones/Spock, Sulu/Harry, Kirk/Uhura, Dean/Seamus/Dean, Ron/Hermione, ?/?
Warnings: Slash! Language, violence, mentions of alcohol and drug use, consensual underage sexual relations. Actions that could be considered as Character Bashing
Disclaimer-I own nothing. No copyright infringement is intended or implied. No profit of any kind is being made on this work of fiction. All characters remain the intellectual property of their owners which are not me.
Beginning dialogue taken directly from Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, North American Version, page 824
AN-I am still looking for a beta for any and all stories, PM if interested.
"I don't want to talk about how I feel, all right?"
"Harry suffering like this proves you are still a man! This pain is part of being human-"
"THEN I DON'T WANT TO BE HUMAN!" Harry roared, and he seized one of the delicate silver instruments from the spindle-legged table beside him and flung it across the room. It shattered into a hundred tiny pieces against the wall. Several of the pictures let out yells of anger and fright, and the portrait of Armando Dippet said, "Really!"
"I DON'T CARE!" Harry Yelled at them, snatching up a lunascope and throwing it into the fireplace, "I'VE HAD ENOUGH, I'VE SEEN ENOUGH, I WANT OUT, I WANT IT TO END, I DON'T CARE ANYMORE-"
Harry remembered the conversation like it was yesterday, instead of at the beginning of the best summer he could remember having, and he still meant every word
He just...didn't...care. He couldn't.
Hadn't he lost enough? Hadn't he sacrificed enough? Now they wanted him to sacrifice the one thing that he had, the one thing that made him different from that Monster, and he wasn't going to to do it.
He wasn't going to kill a man in premeditated, planned, murder.
He just wasn't.
And there was nothing that they could do about it.
Especially not now.
Fingering the note in his pocket, Harry squared his shoulders and pushed open the car door, nodding to Uncle Vernon, who had happily driven him to this rendezvous.
Rolling down the window, Vernon gave him a half-hearted smile, the motion looking unpracticed, but heart felt either way. Ever since Harry had stumbled downstairs in the middle of the night a few days after the beginning of summer holidays, the pieces of his wand in his hands, and pushed them towards his Uncle with only two words, the whale of a man was trying to be...better, towards his only nephew. It wasn't perfect, but that the man Harry had always thought hated him was even attempting to change meant a lot.
"I'll be here to pick you up at Five. If...you need me before then, you have my work number. I'm just around the corner." Harry nodded and turned towards the small coffee shop behind him, not waiting for Vernon to drive away before he faced what he'd come here to do.
If he had the option to leave, Gryffindor Bravery or not, he was afraid he would run from it and any everything that it represented.
Harry took a deep breath and pushed the door open, the bell over it ringing merrily. A few heads turned in the small cafe, but quickly turned back around when they found he was of no consequence.
All but one, and Harry felt his heart begin to race as he stared at the man at the corner table out of the corner of his eye, making his way shakily towards the counter to order himself a drink.
Something that would take a while to make. Maybe one of those half-caf, low-fat mocha things that Hermione was always raving about. Those sounded complicated.
Complicated was good.
"Can I help you?" The girl behind the counter, her name tag obscured by the spill of bright red hair that fell over her left shoulder, stepped up towards him with a bright smile, bouncing on her toes.
She seemed entirely too happy to see a customer. Harry tried to ignore her, glancing quickly over the menu and picking what seemed to be the most complicated thing he could.
He had no idea what a skim-milk carmel macchiato with a twist was, but it looked like it would take a few minutes to make and he could stand at the counter while he waited.
Anything to avoid facing those eyes that even now were boring into his back without moving. Harry had to fight to keep from squirming.
This was a mistake, he shouldn't have come here. It wasn't going to work out. Harry turned around quickly and headed towards the door, ignoring the wide eyed barista behind him holding his drink and started walking down the sidewalk towards where he knew Vernon worked, cursing himself for even thinking this would be a good idea.
He never noticed the sandy haired man following him, a frown on his determined face.
Jim Kirk knew that he shouldn't be here.
He wasn't family, and this was conversation, a meeting that was only for family. But that hadn't kept him behind. Not by a long shot.
Bones was his best friend, had been since he threatened to throw up on him since the day they met. And Jim knew, some of it first hand, what Bones had been through with so-called family over the last year. From Jocelyn refusing to let him have any contact at all with Johanna, to Johanna herself telling Bones in a clearly pre taught conversation that she never wanted to see him again, that he was a "Bad Daddy" for leaving her alone and not giving Mommy what she wanted, Bones had been sent through the ringer by the few people that should have cared about him before anything else.
Jim wasn't going to let this kid, his fault or not, ruin something good that Bones could and should have. He'd watched, from the moment that Harry Potter, so clearly a McCoy it was almost painful to look at, stepped into the coffee shop and so very quickly stepped out again whatever courage he may or may not have failing him at the crucial moment, and followed.
'Sorry kid, but you don't get to take the easy way out. Not after you got his hopes up.' Jim trailed the boy for about a block, to just within sight of a large office building, Grunnings Drills written on the placard by the door. Clearly, Harry knew someone who worked here and was trying to use him to get away.
"You know, after he came all this way to see you, the least you could do is tell him no to his face." Jim spoke, hands in his pocket as he stepped right up behind the smaller boy, the words meant for his ears only.
Harry tensed, his hand going for his pocket before it aborted the motion and clenched at the empty air. Clearly he was used to something being there that wasn't there any longer. Jim filed that away in his facts to investigate later folder, before turning his rather impressive intelligence to the matter at hand.
Getting Bones a Son, come hell or high water.
"Who the bloody hell are you?" The boy's british accent, so similar yet so different from Bones' own southern one made Jim smile, and he gave Harry a hand to shake, introducing himself with his trademark shit eating grin.
"James Tiberius Kirk, call me Jim. And you're Harry James Potter, newfound son of one Leonard Horatio McCoy." He bounced on the balls of his feet until the boy took it and shook, pulling his hand back in as quickly as he extended it. "Nice to meet you."
Harry looked at him like he was an escapee from a mental facility, edging back from him. Jim pouted, or tried to. Why did people always think he was crazy? He wasn't, he was just a little...high strung. That was all. Just High Strung.
No matter what anyone said.
"Pleasure. I'll be going now." Harry seemed determined to not pay attention to Jim's earlier words, trying to turn back and head into Grunnings Drills like he'd never met Jim or had any ideas of coming into actual physical contact with Bones.
Again, that wasn't going to happen. Jim was not one to let things go easily, and now was sure as hell not an exception.
"Seriously kid, you at least owe him an explanation. It wasn't easy for him to get over here, and its going to kill him if you never show up." Jim was serious, and Harry knew it as soon as he turned around again and met the older man's eyes. "If you don't want any contact, that's one thing and we'll understand, but running away like a coward? That's not acceptable."
Harry frowned, real temper flying into his eyes at the drop of a hat and Jim hid his smirk.
The boy was a McCoy alright, he'd seen that look plenty of times when he'd come back to the dorm broken from some fight or another and Bones had to patch him back together, most of the time painfully as Jim refused any and all suggestions that he go to an actual hospital.
He trusted Bones, Bones would never let him down, and Jim wasn't going to let him down either.
"How is what I do any of your business?" Harry spat across the distance between them, eyes snapping murder at Jim, "I don't have to have anything to do with him period. After all, he never wanted anything to do with me until now."
Jim frowned, raising a hand at the other boy.
"Now wait just a damn minute kid. That's below the belt and you know it. Bones...Leonard didn't know about you, or did you think he was lying to you in all of those letters? Your mom, though I'm sure she was a saint of a woman," Sarcasm thy name is Jim, "never told him that there was even a chance that she was pregnant. If there's someone you want to blame, blame her!"
He wasn't going to let this damn kid besmirch his best friends name like that, no way in hell.
Harry just frowned. Surely that couldn't be right? His mother would have told him, right? She wouldn't have just left the man with no idea that he was a father? Harry had been so certain that McCoy had been lying in the letters, that he'd known but only recently decided that he wanted to be a father.
'But you came to the meeting anyway, didn't you?' his subconscious whispered in the back of his brain, telling him that there was more to him coming to the visit than having a possible out if and when Dumbledore became more of an issue than he was at the moment.
"Just give him a chance, one chance Harry. If you want to leave and never look back after today, I'll be the last person to say anything. But, at least attempt owe both of you that much at least."
That was all Jim could do, short of dragging the smaller male back towards the cafe forcibly, and wouldn't that just do wonders to endear Harry to Bones? And he only hoped that his words were enough. He had never been eloquent, at least he didn't think he was, but there was nothing that he wouldn't try to make everything right for Bones again.
Harry studied him, his eyes weighing, making Jim feel like he was under a microscope and about to be dissected by an intrigued scientist.
"Is he worth it?" Harry didn't know why he was asking this complete and utter stranger, loud and assertive as he was, a question that he wasn't even sure he wanted to know the answer to, but he was and once it was out there was no taking it back.
Jim just smiled, and nodded.
"He's more than worth it, kid. If I had a dad alive, I'd want it to be Bones before anyone else. He'll go through hell for you."
Harry nodded slowly and despite the fear that was still churning in his gut, he turned and walked back towards the cafe with Jim, bolstering his spirit with the smile that was directed towards him.
Harry was never a good judge of character, he wasn't going to lie, but anyone who inspired that type of confidence was worth giving at least a single chance.
He ignored the voice in the back of his head, probably his equivalent of the devil on your shoulder, that said he'd said the same about Dumbledore and look what happened.
Leonard 'Bones' McCoy was not a patient man. He preferred, from years of working in trauma situations, for things to just happen so they could be over just as quickly.
Unfortunately, this situation wasn't like that.
Kids never did what you wanted them to do, especially kids that you had never met before.
As Bones sat in the nondescript coffee shop in the middle of the business district of London, a cup of cold coffee at his elbow and a data pad sitting on the table in front of him, his mind drifted to why he was here.
Harry James Potter, fifteen, the son of Lillian Evans Potter.
And Leonard McCoy, according to the mandatory blood tests he'd been subjected to when he joined Star Fleet.
"Can I get a refill for you, sir?" The overly perky counter girl was making the rounds again, but Bones waved her off with a distracted air, not taking his eyes off the pad. He had a few patients he was consulting on for a friend back in Georgia, and they were great for keeping him distracted.
Besides, his coffee wasn't even empty yet. He hadn't taken a sip of it since he sat down, his stomach rolling at the idea of anything entering it.
Every ringing bell had him looking towards the door with a pounding heart, nerves causing his stomach to clench, wondering if this would be him.
It had yet to be, and Bones wasn't sure he should be happy or distressed by that. This was not exactly a situation that he had found himself in before.
"Idiot, its never Lupus." Jotting down a notion and a possible diagnosis, sending the whole file to Dr. House (No relation to the famous 21st century diagnostician), McCoy sat down the pad and began tapping his fingers on the table, staring towards the door.
He'd seen Jim come in half an hour before and slide into a shadowy corner, and fought his instincts to go over and give the brat a piece of his mind.
McCoy didn't want to go into this meeting angry. The least he could do for his..son, was keep his temper in check for the first meeting. And confronting Jim about his latest batch of stupidity, always got him angry.
The bell ringing over the door caught McCoy's interest, and as he stared at the figure stepping through the door his heart jumped into his throat and his fingers stopped in mid-drum.
"My God." It fell from his lips in a whisper, his mind accepting the implications of what he was seeing quicker than he thought he would be able to.
Seeing was believing, after all.
Standing at the corner, ordering one of those sugary, over caffeinated confections that the younger generation were overly enamored with, was a younger version of himself. A smaller build, but it was like looking in a time warped mirror.
The boy was nervous, his eyes darting from person to person but never falling for long on Bones. The Doctor knew he'd been seen, this was the only table in the entire cafe that fit the criteria he'd set in their final letter before things got too hectic for both of them.
Avoidance seemed to be one of the traits the boy had inherited from him.
The eyes though, those were all Lily.
Lily with the Green Eyes and Red hair...and the temper to match Bones' own.
As he turned his abandoned coffee cup in small circles between his hands, cold liquid splashing out over the digits and falling to puddle on the table, telling himself that he wasn't hurt, and wasn't surprised when the boy turned and walked out of the cafe with a stiff back and quick stride, McCoy found himself thinking back to the first time he'd ever seen Lily, sixteen years before.
He'd been star struck from the very first moment, following her around like a lost puppy, praying for a kind word or a sweet glance from her. At fifteen, he'd been awkward and gangly, and this beauty from across the oceans, talking so animatedly to his class about the wonders and excitement of being in StarFleet, had stolen his heart from the very beginning.
He'd poked, and prodded, and gone after her with the single mindedness of a man madly in love, long before he even knew what love really was.
He didn't care that she was engaged to be married, the southern manners his mother had beaten into him since he was old enough to understand what she was saying flying out the window the first time his hormones truly stood up and paid attention.
All he cared about was getting her into his bed.
Lust in its basest form. The simplest of emotions.
"Mind if I sit?" McCoy blinked out of his memories at the voice, meeting Green eyes so like Lily's.
Harry stood with his hands in his pockets, spots of color highlighting his cheeks, shifting from foot to foot.
"Sure," Bones pushed the chair across from him out with a foot, straightening his body from the lazy slouch he'd been in. Harry sank down into the chair, folding his hands across the top of the table and just as quickly pulling them off the table, fiddling with them in his lap.
They sat in silence for a few moments, neither of them saying anything for what seemed like years, before both of them opened their mouths
"I'm sorry for being late"
"I'm glad you came"
Harry blushed, the color spreading from his cheeks to his ears in an ever widening wave until his entire face was covered in the color and he gratefully took the, now cold, drink that the not so perky any more waitress brought over to him, busying himself with drinking it down in long gulps that would have scalded his tongue off if it had been the temperature that it was intended to be.
Bones chuckled, his heart despite the situation. It was good to see a kid, his kid, acting his age even with the pressure and awkwardness of the situation.
"Go ahead kid," Bones leaned back in his seat, crossing his feet at the ankles, feeling more relaxed now that the 'I wonder if he'll show' phase of today's agenda was over.
"No, its nothing." Harry sat the cup down, making a face at the taste or the temperature one, Bones laughing a little louder before getting himself under control.
"Not what you expected?" It was obvious that the kid had only ordered it to waste time, and Bones had always been more comfortable with teasing than with uncomfortable silences. He'd do anything he had to do to make this easier on both of them.
But especially on Harry. It was a father's job, no matter how long you'd been in the role, to make things as easy as possible on his children, and father had always been McCoy's favorite job.
He'd only forgotten that before.
Seeing this boy, his boy, who looked so much like he had at that age, cemented the feelings he should have felt from the very beginning in his heart.
No matter what, if Harry wanted him to be a part of his life or not, Leonard made a vow to himself to do what ever he could to make Harry's life good. He'd failed with Johanna, Jocelyn wouldn't even let him see her, not even on christmas, McCoy wasn't going to fail again no matter what.
"Its just...how do people drink that? Its vile!" Harry wiped the back of his mouth off with a napkin, the look on his face saying that he wanted to wipe his tongue with the napkin but wouldn't out of deference of the polite company he was surrounded by. Leonard made a sympathetic face and pushed more napkins towards him, raising his hand and signaling the waitress over. She made a sour face and took her sweet time making a circuit of the room, not wanting to go near the sour faced man who hadn't wanted a drink the thirty times she'd offered him one when she wasn't busy, but now that the lunch rush was trickling in, he got demanding.
"Too much sugar. Can't stand those things myself, we'll get you something you can drink without choking." Gentle teasing and Harry nodded, laughing though he seemed surprised that he was relaxing. "Relax kid, I'm not going eat you."
"What can I get you?" Pen poised above her pad, the waitress finally made her way around to their table and stared down at them, annoyance written over her face. Harry shrank back, his shoulders twitching and his eyes searching around the room.
McCoy frowned, the doctor in the back of his mind peeking up in interest. If he didn't know any better, he would say the kid was looking for exits and enemies.
But that was ridiculous, a kid of fifteen would have no reason to look for exits and enemies like a solider on a battlefield.
It was probably just embarrassment and stress from this meeting. Talking face to face was totally different than talking in letters like they'd been doing.
Yeah, just stress.
"Ummm I'll take a water." The waitress, Carrie, rolled her eyes and nodded, not bothering to write anything down as she turned around and headed towards the counter, muttering under her breath.
She was too far away for Bones to actually catch any of the words that she was saying, but he got the general tone and made a memo in his brain to speak to her manager before he left.
"So, you said you'd be busy after Christmas, anything interesting happen or just those exams?" Bones waited to speak again until their waters had been dropped off and Chirpy Carrie walked away to bother some other poor patron, "How'd those go by the way? You sounded worried about them."
Harry sighed and leaned back in his chair, sipping at his water with no more strange faces.
"They were...okay, I guess. Won't find out my results until mid august I guess." Bones cracked a half smile at his son's accent, coming out more strongly now that he was somewhat relaxed.
Lily had that same accent, and it brought back fond memories.
Memories that led to the boy sitting in front of him.
That, he would never regret.
"One of my teachers, my House Head actually, was attacked during my History exam." Bones choked on his water, having a pretty good idea that his son had timed it to get the best reaction he could out of it.
Had to admire that ingenuity. Even if it did give him a wet shirt front.
"At your school? Is she okay? Did they get the people behind it?" Harry laughed and the rapid fire babble and Bones had to admit that it wasn't his best or most coherent speech, but hearing that your son, that you only just found out you had, had a teacher attacked at school during an exam would throw any parent for a loop.
"Yeah, the person responsible is in a long term sp...special ward, for the 'criminally insane'," You could hear the sarcastic quotation marks as Harry's words hit the air. "She was another teacher, our...Physical Education professor. "
Bones just stared. What the hell kind of schools were they running in this country? Why would a Phys Ed teacher attack another teacher?
And why the hell was Harry so damn skinny if Phys Ed was a required subject?
He settled for the easiest of those questions...
"Phys Ed? I didn't think that was a required subject anymore." Another water was brought, another stink eye, but Bones had more important things to worry about than a bitchy waitress. "Why was she attacking other teachers?"
Harry raised an eyebrow and gave a short laugh, turning the glass on the table until the ring left by the condensation widened to cover half of his side of the table.
"That would be the Million dollar question, wouldn't it. She was a plant from the government, fighting to get our headmaster out of power. They were scared that his...political power was spreading too far. She took over the school, Umbridge was her name, passed a bunch of educational decrees. Stopped the sports teams, study groups, created an 'Inquisitor Squad' among the students that would answer to her, her group of little spies. McGonagill," Harry's eyes were wide, he seemed worried that now that he was talking he wasn't able to stop, but Bones had the idea that this had been wanting to spill out for a while.
It was a McCoy trait to hold on to feelings until they bottled up and exploded with more force than the first atom bomb. His father did it all the time, it led to some interesting arguments while he was growing up. Leonard himself, however, took his mother's side of the family and let everything go as soon as he felt it.
His mother...now that was a subject he didn't want to deal with right now. She already blamed him for losing Johanna and her first grandchild, she was going to kill him if he didn't tell her and soon that she had a grandson.
If Harry wanted anything to do with him after today. Bones, no matter what the DNA said, wasn't going to tear Harry away from a family that loved him just because he got it in his head that it was time to play daddy.
If Harry wanted to walk away and never have further contact, Bones would spend the next six months in a drunken stupor but he would abide by that decision.
He legally had no other choice. Lily hadn't named him on the birth certificate, and unless Star Fleet decided to help him gain custody, all he was was a sperm donor.
'Please God, don't let him walk away from me. I can't lose another child.' He didn't believe in some, all knowing all seeing deity that decided all of their fates, but he would pray to a million such gods if it gave him even a little bit of hope that he wouldn't lose his remaining child.
'...r. McCoy? Are you listening? Do I need to get help?" Harry's voice filtered into Lenoard's distracted thoughts and he blinked, tearing brown eyes away from their study of too small hands around a too cold glass, and looked at his son.
Who stared back at him with confusion written in every line of his face. Green eyes, bright behind broken glasses, were locked on Leonard, who said the only thing that came to mind.
"Mr. McCoy? Kid...call me Leonard. Or Len, hell you can even call me Bones, but I don't want to hear Mr. McCoy again. That man was my father." He made a face, able to look back on his father with less hatred and guilt, and more fondness now that the years had softened t he memories, but there was no way that he was going to let his own son call him Mr. McCoy.
"Oh...okay, umm...Bones?" It was a question, and Len just nodded, his eyes sparking thinking of the other kid who called him Bones, and he couldn't help but laugh.
He'd laughed more at this meeting than he thought he would, and he hoped that it was helping to relax Harry.
"Its a long story kid, one that you'll have to ask Jim about." He gave Harry a knowing smirk. "I'm sure he'd tell you, without much asking."
Harry nodded, and began twiddling again, keeping his hands busy.
"He does seem to like to talk." Harry smiled, lighting up his face, "Reminds me of my best mate, actually,"
"Ron...Weasel right?" Harry had gone on and on about his friends in the letters, about the only part of them that had been filled with any kind of excitement. He hadn't known the boy for very long, even through letters, but it seemed like there was very little in his life that he was excited about.
Harry made another face, one of a million in the afternoon so far.
"He would kill you for calling him that. Its Weasley, actually. Weasel is what Malfoy calls him."
Malfoy...Malfoy was the prick, the one that Harry always said was causing trouble with his group of friends. Sounded like a spoiled Daddy's boy that needed a good kick up the keister to get his ass under control.
Not that Bones would either say that out loud, of course, he was the parent he couldn't promote violence...at least when it wasn't deserved.
"Oh, my apologies to Mr. Weasley." What a strange last name these brits had, "What about your other friend, Miss...Granger?"
That was an easy name to remember, though he couldn't exactly remember what her first name was. Herm something? Maybe? Bones had never been good with names, though he could remember the most obscure intergalactic diseases off the top of his head.
The traits of a Doctor, he supposed.
"Hermione, yeah. She's vacationing this summer with her parents, I think, I haven't really heard from any of them since we got out." He seemed sad, and Bones didn't like that.
"Well vacations can be hectic..." Looking back later, Bones wasn't exactly sure what it was that clued him in. He didn't know if it was something out of the corner of his eye, if he heard something, or if it was just intuition and that little voice on his shoulder, but he had learned to trust all of his instincts, and now was no different from all the times before.
He grabbed Harry by the shoulder and yanked him down, turning the table on his side as he did and curling his body as much around his son as possible, pushing his head down and ignoring Harry's protests.
Seconds after he started moving, squealing tires filled the cafe and screams rang out as something heavy and fast slammed through the front window of the building, glass flying everywhere.
Pandemonium broke out, people running and screaming, shouts of pain as those unluckily enough to not get out of the way of the moving vehicle were run down. Others went down slipping on glass or being impaled on big enough pieces to do major damage. Coffee flew everywhere as the vehicle slammed into the bar, pinning Chirpy Carrie between the grill of the car and the wood behind her. Bones saw it out of the corner of his eye as he stayed ducked down behind his shield, wincing as glass got around it and flew into his side, but it was a paltry wound.
As long as Harry was okay, he could focus on getting the people he could still help...help.
"Harry, stay down. I'm going to get up and see who I can save, but I want you to stay. Right. Here." Bones began to unravel himself from his position, wincing as the glass in his back pulled, but climbed to his feet. Harry stared at him, green eyes wide and mouth hanging open. He flinched back as he put a hand down on a stray splinter and quickly shifted to his knees, catching his balance and staring. Bones kept looking over his shoulder, eyeing the people laying and moaning on the floor, counting their minutes down in his head.
He didn't have long to stand here and argue.
"I need to help." Bones shook his head, his eyes soft as he ran a quick hand over Harry's head, wishing that this meeting had gone differently but not regretting that he'd met him. Not at all.
"No, kiddo, you need to stay here and stay safe. Let the adults handle this, okay?" Harry gave him a shaky nod and settled back onto the ground, wrapping his arms around his knees and hugging them to his chest. "Will you be okay?" Bones wouldn't, couldn't, go anywhere without seeing to Harry, but he knew that any delay on his part cut the chances of the injured surviving in half. More than that because he didn't have his bag.
"Yeah, I'm fine." He didn't sound it, sounded just this side of going into shock, but he would live just fine. Bones, with one last pass of the boy's hair, turned and strode into the carnage, looking around for Jim in the debris.
Seeing the towheaded farm boy bent over calming a group of children who were huddled in the furthest corner, little faces covered with the dust of plaster and rubble that blew up from the collision, Bones decided that they were alright and avoided them for the moment.
A quick press of fingers against the pulse point of Chirpy Carrie, and a quick run of his fingers to close her eyes, and he was on to the next person, his mind whirring.
Not much he could do for pain without his bag, clothes would do for bandages until an ambulance and paramedic team could get there, triage was about all he would be able to do, but it was something.
As he hurriedly cleared a space around the body of an elderly gentleman, the bloodstained tattered apron signifying he was one Chirpy Carrie's compatriots, checking for a pulse and ripping the cleanest portions of the victims clothes, putting as much pressure as he dared on the gaping wound in the man's side, someone leant down and tried to jerk him away.
"Sir! I can't let you do that, we have to wait for 911!" He barely looked over his shoulder, keeping his hands pressed down, and glared.
"Dammit, I'm a doctor! And if we don't stop the bleeding on this man, he's going to die." His brows furrowed down, "And so are all these other people."
The woman put a hand over her mouth, yet another Cafe Hell employee, and sobbed in relief.
"Thank god," Bones rolled his eyes, cutting her off mid sentence. He didn't have time for prayers, he needed people to help.
"Get down here. I need you to hold this here, press as hard as you can, and don't let go until I or another medical professional says so." He grabbed her hands with one of his and moved them over the wound, pressing until he thought that she had the idea, sliding his hands out from under hers and moving to the next victim.
The driver of the car was closest to him, and a quick glance showed that he was a lost cause. Was probably dead long before he crashed into the window, if the slit throat and hands taped to the steering wheel hands were any indication.
"Oh My God." Bones whirled around at the choked cry, his eyes going pained as he reached out with a bloodied hand, pulling Harry hard to his chest and pushing his eyes away from the dead body staring out of the car at them with wide open blue eyes.
"Harry, don't look Kiddo. Just don't look." Harry fought his arms, but a scrawny (too scrawny, for a boy his age) teenager was no match for a man in his early thirties, and who kept in enough shape to pass all Star Fleet physicals. "I told you to stay where you were, sweetheart, you don't need to see this."
Harry let out a sob, just one, before Bones felt the muscles in his back tighten as he stood straighter in the embrace, taking deep breaths until his shaking stopped.
"That's my uncle." Bones blinked, pushing Harry back until he could look at him in the face, hands tight and, attempting to be comforting, on Harry's shoulders. He hoped to whatever deity was out there that he'd misheard.
"Harry, what?" Harry looked him in the face, strangely calm though his face was stark white, his lips pressed into a bloodless line. "What did you say?"
Harry shook his head hard, flopping hair flying into his face, and Bones pushed it back absently, the old man's blood leaving a finger print behind that McCoy wanted to wipe away but he didn't have the time. He didn't have the time to be standing here, doing this, but his child came first no matter what.
That was a feeling he had missed, without access and contact with Johanna.
"That's my Uncle. Vernon Dursley. I don't know his middle name." Harry pulled back, drawing into himself, and Bones cursed himself that he just didn't. Have. Time. To go over this
"Hey Harry, why don't you come over here with me, I've got a group of munchkins over here that I need help with," Bones could have kissed James Tiberius Kirk at that particular moment, releasing his son into his best friends care with only the slightest bit of regret.
Bones had other things to do, saving lives topping that list.
Harry would have to wait.
AN-Soooo this is a monster of a chapter, its been edited twice though I'm sure that there are still many many things that we have missed, but all in all I'm proud of the way that it came out. With that being said, any and all reviews and comments are much appreciated! Anything but flames will be read with glee, flames will be laughed at and put on display for others to poke and laugh at