I do not own Star Trek.

AN: So this is my first, "first person" fic. I hope you like it, if McCoy seems out of character, it's because he is! I really wanted to show how Bones became Bones. He wasn't always such a grump!

This is rated T because:

Swearing, if you don't wanna hear potty mouth, this is not the fic for you.

Implied Sexiness, Nothing too graphic, think PG-13 movie. If you don't like implied sexiness then I-I don't even. I don't. Why?

Other Stuff: This is an OC fic, and yeah it's gonna be weird BonesxOC stuff. Sorry.

This is supposed to be humor with a ton of angst, I'm going to hate myself after writing this. You're going to hate me too. Sorry.

I hope this story doesn't suck too much, please read and review!


I sat in my car, anxiously tapping my foot. I was parked in the gravel driveway of a beautiful, two story home with natural wood finish. The dark house clashed against the bright, blue, Georgia sky, and surrounding green pine. The sights, unfortunately, did little to calm my nerves. I could already hear her muffled screams inside of the house. I groaned and reached over to the radio, attempting to find something to drown out the noise. But the sound of a plate shattering from inside the house still reached my ears.

"Shit" I sighed and put my head down on the steering wheel. "We're going to be so late."

As a nurse at a local doctor's office; I was frequently barfed, bled and peed on. I was yelled at, screamed at, and often blamed for people's deaths and/or illnesses. But the most stressful part of my days, by far, was carpooling to work with a young medical intern named Leonard McCoy.

The front door swung open and Leonard stepped out, looking pissed. He was pulling on his jacket as he stomped down the porch steps. His wife, still in her long pink bathrobe stood behind him in the doorway, her cheeks tear stained and her eyes puffy.

"You're just going to leave me?" She shouted at him.

McCoy didn't even turn around "I'm not leaving Joyce, I'm just going to work." His tone was mocking.

"You're leaving me for her arent you?" She pointed into the car and shrunk into my seat. "She's always the one picking you up for work, you're sleeping together aren't you?!"

"No, Joyce." He was so apathetic to her accusation it wasn't even funny. He swung the passenger side door open and sat down beside me, closing the door and putting on his seat belt. I gave him a nervous glance and he just frowned, as Joce continued to cry on the porch.

"Just drive." He said.

I sighed and pulled out of the driveway and onto the road. After a moment of silence Leonard sighed and rubbed his forehead.

I let out a nervous laugh "Did she really just accuse you of sleeping with me?"

"She's fucking insane." He spat.

I let out a chuckle. "I mean, I know I'm a hot piece, but really?" I took my eyes off the road for a moment to wiggle an eyebrow at my friend.

The smallest of smirks grazed his face. "You could do better than me. Besides, Doctor Peterson's had his eyes on you." He joked.

"Oh really now?" I gasped sarcasticly. "He's just my type too, I like my men over 60. Give me a nose full of grey hair and some Woody Allen shades and I am good. To. Go!"

McCoy rubbed his eyes and I couldn't tell if it was annoyance from my weird humor or if he still had his mind on his argument. He looked out the window, a strange expression on his face, and he sighed again. "I just want it to be over." He said. Crap, he was thinking about the argument.

I frowned at him "I'm sorry." I said with a sigh. "What even happened this time? I thought you guys were getting better."

"I don't even know. There's no excuse for this shit." He said. "When we were newlyweds I thought it was just her pregnancy hormones, now I realize, she's just like this all the damn time!" he was getting worked up. "She's constantly picking fights with me- little stuff, like the dishes, it doesn't even matter, but somehow I'm an uncaring, piece-of-shit-husband if I let one damn dish soak in the sink for a few hours." He was using his hands to reiterate his point, pointing and flailing and throwing them in the air. "Next thing I know, she's telling me we don't have enough money and I'm a failure as a man."

"What the fuck?" I glared over at him "You're a friggin' intern! You're 27! You just left Med School!" Now I was the one lifting a hand off the steering wheel and waving it around. "What does she think: because you have the word 'doctor' in your job description you're instantly going to make several million credits all at once? Why doesn't she have a job?"

Leonard just shook his head and rested his elbow on the car door, looking out the windshield angrily. After a few moments of silence I took it as a sign that he didn't want to talk about it anymore. I frowned and turned the music up on the radio as we continued our journey.

~o0o~

When we pulled into the parking lot we were already late. I rushed to turn off the hover car and it dipped down onto the earth. We scrambled out of the car and made our way up to the office putting on our ID badges as we opened the glass door.

"You're late." Mia, the nurse behind the desk scolded and threw a PADD on the ledge for me to sign.

"I know, I know." I rolled my eyes. "Blame the kid." I tossed a thumb behind me to Leonard, who was rushing passed us and into Dr. Peterson's office.

"You can't blame it on the intern." Mia said "Poor boy doesn't even have a car. You're the one who's supposed to be responsible."

I tapped open the files on the screen, pulling out the stylus from my pocket and signing off on a few prescriptions. "I sat in his driveway for almost a half hour this morning." I handed the PADD back to Mia, who raised her eyebrows and pulled an interested face.

I looked over my shoulder to see Leonard walking out of Dr. Peterson's office and back into exam room 3. "Don't tell anyone." I whispered once he was securely in the room. "But I'm pretty sure he and The Mrs'll be gettin' a divorce soon."

"Oh really?" Mia's eyebrows crawled further up her forehead. I secretly hated myself, knowing full well I was spreading office gossip, but I couldn't help but let the words slip out of my mouth. I needed to talk to someone about what I'd been seeing everyday for the last few weeks.

"Oh, Mia, it's bad." I said shaking my head. "She was breaking shit and screaming at him, and he just looked at her like he didn't even care."

Mia let out a tisk, "It's a shame. How old's that kid of his." She asked.

"She's foouuurr? I think?" I said trying to recall the last time I'd seen little Joanna.

Mia shook her head and handed me another stack of papers, "Can you go prep Mrs. Hicks in room 4?"

"Yeah." I said picking up the stack and walking off to my first patient of the day.


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