Pacing his quarters, McCoy replayed his awful divorce in his head—and how to tell his story without letting his temper explode. He finished his shift about half an hour ago but decided to take that time to figure out how he was going to tell Serena; picking out the right words. Now, she was on her way and he paced anxiously. He knew she wouldn't overreact or be angry with him but it still unnerves him. He hates talking about the particular subject.
The ringing of the doorbell echoed through his quarters. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Come in."
The door opened and Serena stepped through. She smiled at him softly as she walked in. "Hey Leonard."
"Hi there, darlin'," he greeted her gently. It was apprehensive—at least for him. He fidgeted and ran a hand through his hair. Serena noticed his tension and approached him, placing her hands on his chest to comfort him. "Are you alright? You're tense."
"Sorry," he apologized with a soft chuckle. He gestured at the couch. "Sit down."
After she took a seat on the couch, he sat next to her and let out a soft sigh. He met her eyes and started, "Darlin', I want to be entirely truthful with you now that—you know—we're serious about each other…" he trailed off. Serena nodded understandably. "I understand, Leonard."
The doctor took a deep breath before speaking again. "I was married before I enlisted in Starfleet."
There was a moment of silence, but it wasn't too long. "You were married?" she repeated, eyes wide. She seemed surprised, but was calm. He nodded. "I'm divorced now obviously and I haven't seen that woman since the papers became official."
"How long has it been since you were divorced?" she asked.
"Four years," he replied simply. Serena blinked and furrowed her eyebrows. "So you got divorced and then almost immediately joined Starfleet?" she cocked her head. "Why would you join Starfleet though? You hate space travel and you're an accomplished doctor."
"I had nowhere else to go. She took everything with that divorce—my house, my savings, my dad's inheritance…you know I was desperate when I signed up for something that operates in space," he said sadly, his shoulders slumped. "I still had my medical degree but what was I going to do until I got a job and where was I going to stay in the meantime? It was a tough time; I was depressed and I was angry and frustrated so I decided to sign up for Starfleet and take my anger out on that rather than how shit hit the fan in my marriage."
"Leonard, I'm so sorry," Serena told him softly, placing a hand on his. He glanced at her. "Thank you darlin', but trust me when I say I'm happy right now. If I didn't divorce I would've never met Jim or Spock…" he muttered that last part annoyingly, which made her giggle, but he turned her way and brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear. "And I wouldn't have met you."
She blushed at this, which made him chuckle. "So you're not mad?"
"Of course not," Serena shook her head. "Why would I be mad? Things happen and there's nothing you can do about it."
"Thank you darlin'," he smiled sweetly. "I'm glad you took it well. It's a great load off my shoulders."
"I bet—I'm glad that you were honest with me," Serena smiled softly. McCoy sighed in relief, happy to see that she was so understanding. And what he told her is just the tip of the iceberg…but he'd rather not go into details and Serena isn't the type to push for answers. What happened is in the past and that's where it'll stay. What's important is the present.
He snuck a glance at her, only to see her looking at him fondly. They both laughed silently before Serena leaned in, planting a small kiss onto his lips. "So why does the captain call you Bones?"
"Because the day I met him on the shuttle I told him that the ex-wife took the whole damn planet in the divorce and there was nothing left but my bones."
"And by what you're telling me, that was the truth," Serena smiled. McCoy chuckled. "I wish I was joking," he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a close embrace. He rested his chin on the crown of her head while stroking her hair gently.
"You hungry, darlin'? I'll make you something if you want," he said softly, his fingers running through her hair again. She looked up at him and smiled almost shyly. "Peaches pie?"
"You love that pie, dontcha?" he shook his head with a smirk. She only laughed.