Disclaimers: All Star Trek characters and references (including other references) do not belong to me.
A/N: WARNING! First chapter kinda sad? It's not an angst story so things will get happier!
there is seriously not enough McCoy x Spock fanfic in this world so I have decided to create some and add it into the mix!
Chapter 1: Lone Survivor
"Shit…" McCoy muttered as he slipped around the sand around him. It didn't help that he was trying to run as fast as he could. He hobbled around the wreck surrounding him. His whole ship was hijacked by Klingons while on exploration. Hundreds of escaped shuttles were deployed as the ship realized they weren't going to make it. The medical officers were split amongst the masses to ensure medical aid. He happened to be stuck with most of the Calvary. The shuttle the doctor was on was one that was on a mission; ensure the safety of the rest of the crew. He witnessed shuttle after shuttle crash before his eyes from both his side and the enemy side. Until at one point, they were struck down. The emergency landing mechanism was failing and McCoy swore that it was just his luck. He grimaced gravely at the last moments before the crash.
"Dr. McCoy, we will do everything in our power to ensure your safety."
Leonard looked around the three other officers sitting with him, "Well, don't just spout my name, we've all got to keep each other safe."
The three beings looked at one another and then turned to the doctor with bright smiles, "No Doctor, you are the top priority. Be it the case that any of us survive, we would need a doctor alive to help us."
McCoy frowned, "You know for a fact that I damn well can't help any of you lot if you aren't alive to make it!" he looked around, "Can't we just eject from this flying contraption?"
One of the Lieutenants shook her head, "No sir, the parachutes were struck when we engaging in battle." She smiled sadly, "Well, all except for one…"
Leonard shook his head, "You guys can't self-sacrifice yourselves! We all have to make it!"
The two officers that weren't piloting began to attach the parachute to the doctor.
"No, stop!" McCoy began to struggle, "One you have to wear it! You fought to save so many! I just sat here and watched!"
The female officer approached him, patting him on the cheek, "And you Doctor? Have you not the same job? You fight every battle with each of us. I've seen you at work. You see our scars and you see our spirits. I know in your soul you are never disgusted with the marks of war left on our bodies. To me, this is personal. You must live."
Leonard slowly made his way to the crash site, he fell twice tripping over the dunes of the sandy desert around him, "Anyone out here?! Lieutenants!"
He reached what was left of the shuttle and prided the thick door open. He gasped at the sight, and dashed inside. The pilot died on impact, and it hurt McCoy's heart to look at his corpse. Hoping to salvage one member, he turned to the other two. He quickly sat next to the first officer he saw, the female Lieutenant from earlier. The woman had been impaled several times by large chunks of shrapnel. She was gone. He simply hoped that death took her before she suffered too much.
A larger man stepped forward, pulling a piece of paper out of his pocket. He spoke with a chopped English, "This would happen eventually. Natural in my field. My family," he placed the paper in McCoy's hands and curled them securely in his hand; "They must read this. I give to you in case."
The shuttle rattled, and McCoy almost lost his footing.
"Entering Vulcan atmosphere," the pilot called back.
"How long until we crash?" McCoy whispered.
"Fifteen minutes," The larger man shrugged, but it was followed by a smirk, "Vulcan. You will like planet, doctor."
"What? What are you one about?! We have to think of a plan-"
"Oh yes," the pilot chuckled, "For one with a fiery spirit like you, the planet will be highly enjoyable."
McCoy was about to protest again when he caught sight of the atmosphere the crew wore. They were forced smiles. They were scared. The woman seemed to be pleading for him to not to continue. He bit his lip before changing his expression into a nonchalant expression, "I'm not fiery, I'm strongly opinionated. And tact is one of the worst inventions of mankind."
"Mankind?" The larger man repeated, chuckling, "tact is universal."
"I don't care who invented it, it's pointless and a waste of time. If any Vulcan gets snooty with me I'll put them in place!"
"They are 3 times stronger doctor, and if you plan on battling wits, they are highly intelligent creatures."
"Are you calling me stupid?"
Laughter rung amongst the crew, but suddenly, the pilot began to cry, "I hope to God that the next life is kinder…"
McCoy walked over to the pilot, "What's your name, kid?"
"Stevens."
"No formalities, what's your first name?"
"Gary."
He turned to the large man, "Yours?"
"Raja."
Finally, he glanced at the woman. She held her head up high, "Jordan."
McCoy nodded, "Gary, Raja, Jordan. I think that there are no braver people than those who selflessly sacrifice themselves in a situation like this. One parachute. This place could have turned into a battle royal of survival. And here we are handing it to the scrawny doctor."
McCoy turned to the large man. This time the doctor could feel himself cracking from his professionalism. The man suffered through intense burns, and it seemed that he had slammed his head aggressively on impact. He was long dead, but McCoy couldn't shake the feeling that the man would have had a chance had he not have that blow to the head.
The dash began to beep, "It's time, doctor," the pilot announced gravely. Raja sat McCoy down in one of the seats, "This is the only chair that can eject."
McCoy looked at all of them sternly, "Push through guys," he stated, "cuz my legs will be running toward this shuttle the second my feet land."
"I pray we'll be waiting," Jordan replied. Raja and Gary nodded and next thing he knew he was floating over a desert. His hope strong even after witnessing the explosion below.
He slowly walked out and sat in under the shade of the shuttle. He let out a sarcastic laugh, "You were waiting for me… and I wasn't fast enough…"
He curled closer to himself as he pulled out his communicator; it was static. He looked around the scenery around him and could only see sand. The man let out a long sigh and he reached his pocket and felt for the folded piece of paper.
"I must survive."