A/N: Okay, please bear with me through this story, it might have som flaws here and there, but I truly hope you get to love reading it as much as I love writing it.

With that in mind, please enjoy.

Disclaimer: Star Trek nor any of it's characters are mine.

Grapejuice was not Leonard McCoy's favourite kind of morning beverage. However, it was the only option if he wanted something cold other than water right about now. He made a mental note to buy milk and orangejuice when he finished work later today.

It was still only six o clock in the morning and Leonard was the first one to wake up usually. His daughter, Joanna, seemed to have this kind of inner alarmclock of hers that went off just before they had to be out the door, so he thought it would be better if he woke her up so she could be more prepared for the day. After all, it was the first day of school after summer vacation and he thought she should take it more seriously.

This was her final year of high school and soon she'd be out the door working and starting her own life from him. He couldn't always be there for her, waking her up when she was late or had overslept. However, today was the first day of school and Leonard wanted it to be a good day for both her and himself.

"Wake up, darlin'," he said to her as he stood over her bed, lightly nudging her shoulder to make her more aware that he was trying to wake her up. The body of his 18 year old daughter shifted under the sheets and let off a familiar morning sound. Leonard couldn't help but smile.

"Listen, it's your first day after summer vacation today and you wouldn't want to be late. You know how your teacher doesn't approve of you always coming in late."

Joanna turned her head towards her father and sighed. "Mm. It's only ever five seconds, dad. She's a tyrant."

"I'm sure she's not, sweetheart. She's your teacher and only want's the best for you.ยป He nudged her shoulder again, trying to get her to sit up. "Hey, if you don't get up soon I'll drink up what's left of the grapejuice and you wouldn't like that, would you?"

"I know you hate grapejuice, dad. You're not fooling anyone." At this, Leonard let out a soft chuckle and sat down on her bed next to her. Sure, the nasty tasting juice wasn't his first choice, but it was still refreshing and he could understand why they absolutely had to have it in the fridge at all times.

His daughter might not be a very morning person, but she knew what she was doing and she'd learned from her father that she had to take care of his health if she was to survive him. Somehow though she only came to like the juice of grapes. Leonard had tried to feed her all kinds of vegetable and fruit juices, but she only ever liked grape. Even though she hated eating grapes as a whole.

"You see through all my lies, don't you," he smiled at her reassuringly. "Okay, here's the deal. Get up and get dressed for school and I'll make you your favourite kind of breakfast, what do you think?"

"I think that's a great idea," she tugged at her sheets underneath her father where he was sitting on her bed. "But I'm kinda stuck here." She sighed again and tugged a little more without anything happening. "Get off, dad."

Leonard laughed softly at his daughter and shook his head a little before standing up from the bed. "Ten minutes, darlin'."

His head was planted deep in a medical journal he'd taken home to revise when he heard a large thump next to the kitchen table. He looked up to find his daughter fully dressed, slightly underdressed if you asked him though, and with a sarcastic smile on her face. "There. Happy?"

He shrugged his shoulders at her and put away the journal he'd been reading. "If it wasn't for my policy on not letting perfectly good food go to waste, you'd be out the door hungry as a prairy wolf." Joanna rolled her eyes at this. She knew he'd never be able to send her out of the house without anything in her stomach.

Leonard shoved one of the plates next to him towards Joanna. "Eat up, it'll be wise not to have your stomach growling in the middle of class."

She sighed at her hopeless father and picked up the fork that was laying on top of her omelette. "Yeah, Uhura's a real bitch when it comes to sounds emitting from other places than your mouth," she said and started eating.

Leonard furrowed his brow before taking up his own fork. "Watch your mouth, young lady."