BREAKING BONES

Summary: Kirk's been after Bones' ass for years. But he was always denied. There is something that's holding Bones back. A secret that's buried deep and well inside him. Or so he thought.

Rating: NC-17/mature

Setting: On earth, post Star Trek (2009), pre Into Darkness

Disclaimer: Not mine. Duh.

Author's note: This is my first Star Trek fanfiction, this is also the first time I write in English (being a German) and it's mostly dark and angsty; not straight away, but getting there. There will be no major character death, if I can help it, but there will be suffering, both physical and mental. Title says all. Read at your own risk.

Looking up at the stars, I know quite well

That, for all they care, I can go to hell,

But on earth indifference is the least

We have to dread from man or beast.

How should we like it were stars to burn

With a passion for us we could not return?

If equal affection cannot be,

Let the more loving one be me.

Admirer as I think I am

Of stars that do not give a damn,

I cannot, now I see them, say

I missed one terribly all day.

Were all stars to disappear or die,

I should learn to look at an empty sky

And feel its total dark sublime,

Though this might take me a little time.

- The More Loving One, W. H. Auden

Chapter 1: The Ghost of the Past

Healing mental injuries of traumatized patients never was Star Fleets' top priority. Whether you were pierced by an enemies' blade, a blaster made Swiss cheese of you or you were phaser-burned so bad your whole body seems to be on fire, you were welcome to be stitched back together by the finest of Star Fleets' medical staff. They would patch you up, you'd receive a handshake from your admiral and a medal, if you were worth the effort. If you were unfortunate enough to be a K.I.A.-case, to be killed in action, they'd collect your body parts and stitch them back together, until you were halfway fit for an open coffin. If everything else fails, and there was not enough of you to still call it a body, there were always holograms.

For all of these scenarios there was a rule of conduct to follow, a plan laid out, all for the purpose of ensuring minimum friction. Nobody wants a scandal, last of all Star Fleet Admiralty, not after all the bad press following the Narada incident, when the very young son of a legend had to save Star Fleet's ass at the very last moment before said ship would've destroyed the whole planet, and, yet worse, drawn attention to the fact that Headquarters sent almost their whole fleet blindly and impulsively into a trap laid out by a mad-by-grief Romulan, with terrible results and a crippling number of deaths. The outcry among the people of earth would have been very unwelcome, but luckily for Star Fleet HQ, James T. Kirk was there to save the day, and destroy the romulan ship with the help of his outstanding crew alone. In the light of such victory, few heard the devastated cries of the dead crewmen's families.

Star Fleet Medical didn't hear much of them, either, but they followed their rule of conduct, and made those few bodies, that the sent transporter ships were able to collect, the remains of the has-been pride of Star Fleet, presentable and fit for funeral, with all honors. There would'nt've been much else to do for the Medicals, as there were almost no survivors to treat, if it hadn't been for the mental scars that those who had happened to survive brought back with them: women and men of human, vulcan or other origin, that were in dire need of treatment after the horrors they had witnessed, be it the eradication of almost an entire class of Star Fleet graduates (their friends and comrades) in front of their eyes, or the loss of an entire planet.

And the doctors and nurses did try to help them, of course. But there were simply too few survivors among them, too, to do much more than hand out tranquilizers and sleeping pills.

Dr. Leonard Horatio McCoy, Chief Medical Officer of the victorious USS Enterprise, knew all that. After the Enterprise's return to earth, he'd been among the medical staff to treat the patients. He did his best to help those too traumatized to speak, to offer some comfort, although he knew better than to believe he made much progress. What these crewmen needed were friends to talk to about all the horror, to share it, make it smaller as time healed wounded souls. But most of their classmates were dead, and there were some horrors not even time could fade.

Leonard McCoy knew all that. He had his own demons lurking in his soul, trying to break out especially in stressful times like this. But he'd buried them. As would the unfortunate survivors he treated.

McCoy was in a better position, as he still did have his best friend to talk to. Jim Kirk had been through a rough childhood, a forlorn youth and a challenging career at Star Fleet. He knew how to bury things, too. Yet he'd risen to those challenges and obstacles formidably, he'd grown with them. McCoy admired his friend for his ability to come out of the most dangerous adventures almost unscathed (if Leonard could help it), and, after the battle was won, with an easy smile and a still-cheerful attitude, full of self-assuredness.

McCoy seldom smiled. It was not his character, and it tired him to try. Those rare times he was able to ease up a bit, he was with Kirk. Period. There was no one that close to him, no one he would've trusted to tell him of some of his demons. He had Joanna, of course. His young daughter was the only woman he'd ever truly loved besides his mother. But in those few days and weeks every year he was able to see her, he made sure his daughter knew nothing of his darker thoughts. And he was not ever going to change that. Joanna heard enough negative talk about him; his ex saw to that.

That left him with Jim as his only source of comfort, and wasn't Jim ready to give it! Sometimes McCoy wondered how it would be to just let Jim Kirk have his way with him, let him become his lover - Leonard knew it was what his younger friend wanted. Almost since their first meeting on the plane to Star Fleet Academy, Jim had made it clear that he was not only interested in both genders, but in Leonard as well. But as Jim was also interested in breaking the Academy record for getting laid, he'd not paid much attention to his comrades' advances. Every half-year or so, Jim would get all purr-y and touch-y around him, would invite him to expensive restaurants that were well beyond his paycheck as a cadet, or he would cook himself for his "Bones" at their dormitory. Afterwards, he would make his move, graceful as a panther and with the determination of someone not used to be turned down. And Leonard would turn him down. Gently and kindly, because Kirk was his friend, or quickly and forcefully, when Jim happened to be in a drink-induced passion and his lust would make him incautious enough to simply shove his tongue in McCoy's mouth or his hand down his pants.

But once or twice, Leonard had let himself be held, be caressed and gently kissed, let himself be lost in his imagery of being loved, until he had drawn away. He simply couldn't be another one of Jim Kirks conquests; it would ruin the only working relationship he'd ever had.

It was not that he didn't love him. Hell, of course he did! How could you not love the vivacity, the cheerfulness, the passion that was James Tiberius Kirk? How could you not be lost in those azure eyes that sparkled with mischief unless they sparkled with anger or lust? How could you not want to run your fingers through that blonde hair, run them over that smooth, if scarred, skin?

The whole planet loved him. And all the planet let their pants down for him.

Leonard knew very shortly after that remarkable first meeting that he was completely, irrevocably in love with Jim. Not in the way the planet was in love; after Kirk's heroics, the fame and all. He was in love in a deeper, a quieter way, a way that made his heart feel his friend's pain when he was injured, and he was injured a lot, reckless kid that he was. A way that made him come to him every single time Jim called, be it three in the morning or not, a way that made him silently vow never to leave his side, be it on the planet he loved or in the endlessly dark space that he hated. Shortly after that first meeting, Leonard knew he was all in.

It wasn't a problem that he was not into men, generally. It was true he preferred the softness of women over the hardness of men, but he also preferred Jim over anybody else. And he didn't have to be with any other man, after all...

The sharp ringing of his mobile communicator pulled McCoy out of his musings.

"McCoy here."

"Doctor McCoy, you're expected at the office of Admiral Pike, for his weekly check-up. You're already five minutes past the appointed time," came a cold voice out of the device.

"Shit - I mean, I'm sorry, I'm already on my way!"

The curse slipped past Leonard's lips before he could hold it back. Hastily he stumbled to his feet and out of his office in the med bay at Star Fleet Academy. The teaching station had been turned into a fully-fledged hospital after all the patients - many of them Vulcans - had come in. Add to that the shortage of medical equipment for so many patients and the lack of doctors and you had the reason why McCoy was dozing off at his desk - he had been made one of the senior doctors due to his year-long experience before he had entered Star Fleet. With that promotion came all the administrative burdens of his new position, and frankly, the paperwork was boring as shit. The last two night he'd been on double shift, to make things worse, and now he was late for his appointment with the very man he'd saved after Jim Kirk had brought him back from the Narada. He had performed the difficult surgery on the paralyzed Captain Pike, and was able to give him back his mobility. Pike had been relieved of his Captaincy by Jim, and been made Admiral.

When he rushed into the pre-chamber of Pike's office, he met the cold voice from the communicator in persona. The ash-blonde secretary looked at him with disdain, taking in his disheveled appearance and slept-in clothing.

"Doctor McCoy, I know when Admiral..." she put emphasis on the title, "...Pike is expecting someone, he expects them on time." Again the emphasis. Leonard could barely check his temper; he was permanently short-fused these days.

"I do realize that. I'm not usually late for appointments. I'll go straight to the Admiral, then." And he hurried past her table before she could do much more than stutter her protest.

The office of Admiral Pike was nice; it was spacious and even-floored to accommodate the still-recuperating Pike. From the windows one had a spectacular view over San Francisco Bay. The man in question himself sat in his wheelchair that he technically no longer needed, but Leonard had made him promise to take it slow about using his legs again. McCoy was a bitch about things like that, and he was famous for his occasional outbursts at patients who had not given themselves enough time to heal and had a relapse. The whole campus feared his temper, and McCoy liked it that way.

Now, though, he was looking rather sheepish at his - by far - senior officer.

"I'm sorry, Admiral. I was... deep in thought and didn't realize I was late."

The Admiral brushed off his apology with a move of his hand. "No harm done. I've got time. Thanks to you," Pike shot a meaningful glace at McCoy. "Without you, Dr McCoy, I wouldn't have survived."

"Surely my colleagues would have been able to save you too, Sir," Leonard answered and put down his med bag, fishing for his tricorder.

"Save me, yes," Pike said slowly as he removed the upper part of his uniform. "But barely anyone but you could have pulled off that kind of surgery. It was the work of a genius that gave me back my legs. No, seriously," Pike insisted as Leonard shook his head modestly. "You did what few could've done, Dr McCoy. I will be forever grateful for that."

Leonard felt slightly uncomfortable at all the praise. "It was most of all Captain Kirk's bravery that got you out of that enemy ship, Sir."

Pike regarded him for a long moment. "I've noticed your reluctance to accept well-deserved praise before, Doctor. A rare trait in your profession. As in mine."

After a few moments of silence, Leonard coughed and moved closer to Pike's bare back. The tricorder beeped quietly as he moved it down the repaired spine, checking the data the device was giving him. After he was satisfied, he put it away and moved his hands down the same path, checking the new muscle build and looking for sore spots. He had always liked to use his hands too; to not solely rely on his equipment.

He ended his examination with a contented sigh. "All's fine, Sir. I'm letting you out of this chair."

"Excellent!" Pike was on his feet immediately. "Then I can walk to my next meeting on my own feet. By the way, I need you there, too. You see, I did notice the... less than optimal situation in our Med Bay, the shortage of doctors and nurses..."

McCoy nodded to that. "...And since we can't wait for new cadets to finish their training, I've decided to hire people from other academies."

Leonard was surprised. "Why not from other hospitals, Sir?"

Pike huffed. "Because I couldn't get any! All hospitals in the region are short on staff, too. Anyway, I only asked for the best, so don't worry, I'm not going to corrupt your station, Doctor," he said with a wink.

"Well... The meeting starts at 10:00 am, that's about an hour, so I recommend you to change your clothes. Oh, and shave maybe."

Leonard felt instinctively for his cheek and winced slightly at the stubble. "Right..."

"There you are, Bones!"

A cheerful voice greeted McCoy just in front of his quarters. He didn't need to look up to know who it was, but he did, to be rewarded with the sight of no other than Jim, whose face was all rays of sunshine, as usual. Leonard couldn't help himself but flash his trademark crooked smile at his younger friend and former roomie, now senior officer (unless it came to medical questions, of course). He took in his friend's striking appearance: spotless grey uniform, not a hair on his head was out of place. He sighed as he compared them mentally - Jim has always had a certain style which suited his fine features. He, himself, always treated dangerously close to messiness. That he'd not gotten into trouble about it as a cadet was all his ex-roommates' doing: Kirk had had an eye on his Bones as much as Leonard had had an eye on Jim.

"Mornin', Jim. What brings you here? Isn't it a little too early for you? I heard you've been very busy last night..." The way McCoy finished the sentence made it clear he was not impressed and they both heard the unsaid "...again?"

Kirk had the decency to look slightly embarrassed. "No, no, we got to bed quite early-" Realizing how that sounded, he hurried to change the subject. "-Anyway, I wanted to see you. I know it was a hard week..."

McCoy sighed again and, quickly entering his quarter code, beckoned Kirk inside.

"Yeah, you could say that. I'd actually missed my check-up with Pike, if his charming secretary hadn't reminded me... I swear that woman is a bloodhound!"

Jim laughed. "I hear ya, Bones. But I really don't know what it is about you that upsets the woman so much. She likes me just fine!"

"Everybody likes you!"

"Not everybody!"

"Who doesn't?"

"Well... Cupcake, for example!" Jim and Leonard both grinned when they thought of the bulky cadet that Jim'd made his enemy even before he'd started at the academy.

"He will come to like you, Jim. They always do," McCoy said quietly and earnestly. His friend lifted an eyebrow. "Is that jealousy I hear, Bones?"

"Hell, no!" Leonard shook his head decidedly. "I like my reputation as a grumpy old bastard. Keeps annoying people out of my way."

Jim chuckled and stepped closer, almost into reach. "It didn't keep me away..."

The sudden electricity in the air made Leonard slightly uncomfortable. "Well, you are... very persistent."

Jim's eyes flashed. "I am indeed." He was so close now that McCoy could feel the body heat radiating off the other. He unconsciously took a step back, and hit the wall. Jim followed slowly, predatorily, and smiled.

"You're up against the wall, Bones... What are you going to do?"

Leonard froze when Jim lifted his hand and gently put it against his cheek, his thump moving back and forward. He swallowed nervously. "I..."

Kirk leaned in and brushed his lips against his mouth in a feathery kiss. "You know, Bones..."

McCoy fought very hard not to lean into his friend. This was so much what he wanted, and yet... "What?"

"...You really should shave."

And that killed the mood. McCoy snorted annoyed when Kirk stepped away, laughing. "I intended to do just that, before you decided to have a go at me again! You - you really should stop that, Jim."

His friend contemplated him for a while, then slowly shook his head. "Not gonna happen. As you said - I'm persistent!"

McCoy sighed (it really was a habit around Kirk) and decided to let it go. "Well, I'm gonna take a shower now. I gotta meet with Pike again in an hour." Jim quirked an eyebrow.

"Something wrong with him?"

"No, he's fit as a fiddle." Leonard took off the scrubs he usually wore at Med Bay. Neither of them had a problem with nudity in front of the other; they'd been roommates for years and as Jim's doctor, Leonard couldn't count the times he'd stripped Kirk when he'd come back from another suicide mission and was bleeding all over the place. "He wants me to meet the medical personal he's hired from other academies to help out."

"Well, that's nice of him, isn't it? He wants your opinion on his choices."

McCoy paused in taking off his boxers. "...I guess you're right. Didn't look at it that way." he shrugged. "I should be on time, then." He looked expectantly at Jim. The center of attention crooked his head.

"What? Do you want me to leave?"

"Are you going to watch me shower if I'd let you stay?"

"No..." Jim tried in vain to look innocent. "...maybe."

McCoy shook his head, exasperated. "You're a horny dog, Jim, know that?"

Jim grinned. "That's why you love me!" But he stood up from his place on Leonard's couch anyway. "Let's meet later for lunch?"

"A cup o' coffee, maybe," answered McCoy and nodded. "I'll give ya a call when the meeting's over."

"Alright!" Jim literally bounced out of the door. "See ya, Bones!"

After the automated door had closed behind his friend, Leonard still stared at it. "You'd never believe tha' guy the goddamn' captain of a starship..."

Pike was already waiting for him outside the conference room, although he was perfectly on time. He wore now the official white uniform with the high collar that marked him as a senior medical officer. The Admiral nodded to him and turned towards the door. "Let's have a look at them, shall we?"

"Right behind you, Sir." McCoy followed Pike into the crowded room, unobtrusively regarding his gait, making a note of the slight limping on the left side. The Admiral was walking on a cane, but he held himself ramrod straight. Leonard silently admired the man. It took an extraordinary amount of willpower to recover so well in such a short time after being tortured almost to death just a few months ago.

The Admiral stepped up to a small pedestal and cleared his throat. McCoy silently arrayed himself behind him. The room fell silent and Pike began to speak: "I am grateful that so many of you volunteered to help Star Fleet out in a moment of need. As you know, our staff was severely decimated during the battle with the romulan vessel, the Narada..."

Leonard's admiration for the man grew. Not many of the Admirals would've spoken so openly about the disaster. But as he knew all the facts, he let his attention wander over the assembled women and men. They were about two dozen, some of them already in their medical attire, others in plain clothing. He recognized some faces from medical magazines or because he'd met them before on other medical conferences. He jumped slightly when he heard Pike say his name.

"-Doctor Leonard H. McCoy, will be supervising the station and assign everyone to their position. Doctor, would you like to say a few words?"

"Uhm - sure." Leonard walked up to Pike and wondered what he'd say. He decided to just call things by their name, like Pike. "Many of the patients came here with heavy traumas, so much of the work you'll be doing is talking to them, find out the sources of their fear and anger, and help them recover. I don't want anyone to simply hand out pills," he wanted to make that absolutely clear. "I need you to offer guidance. We've got cases of paranoia, different sorts of phobia, and irate behavior. I need you to find out which is the case and assign the patient to the respective form of stress therapy."

While he spoke, McCoy caught a glimpse of a certain face in the crowd, one that he'd never thought he'd see again, and almost lost his trail of thought.

"-Well, I will be accessible for any question you may have... at any hour," he added as an afterthought. He bent his head to find the face again, but didn't see it. 'Must have imagined it... Gods, please let me have imagined it...'

"Thank you, Doctor McCoy. Straight to the point, as usual." Pike grinned at him. "Now, Ladies and Gentlemen, please have a drink before we show you to your quarters. You'll be able to unpack, and you'll meet Dr McCoy later in our Medical Bay again." With that, the Admiral stepped off the platform and walked over to some tables standing next to the wall which Leonard only noticed now held several different sorts of beverages. Pike was already mingling with the medics, shaking hands here and there and discussing things, while McCoy was still standing rooted to the spot. When he finally moved off the pedestal, too, he was immediately surrounded with people.

"Dr McCoy, I am pleased to make your acquaintance. My name is Cornelia Bogart, I'm from the UCLA..."

"I'm David Butler from Austin, Texas. I've read your essay about the treatment of the Ankaran flu..."

"I've heard so much about you, McCoy, one can hardy read a medical journal these days without your name popping up every few pages! By the way, my name's Crystal Hoffman..."

And so on and on. Leonard thought his hand must soon fall off from all the shaking. He'd liked to speak with some of them longer, but he was handed around like a ping pong ball. Now and then he looked over his shoulder, dreading to see a certain person standing behind him, but-

"Hello, McCoy."

Leonard froze. ' That voice!' Slowly, he turned around and faced the last person he ever wished to see.

The man in front of him was of average height, but bulkily build. When Leonard had last seen him, he'd not yet have the beer belly he was sporting now. He had dark, graying hair, which was new, too, and wore glasses with watery blue eyes behind them, that were intensely fixed on Leonard.

"I see you've made something out of you. But then again, you've been one of my brightest students. How's that charming girlfriend of yours? Didn't you have a brat?"

McCoy still didn't say a word, all he could do was stare at the man who'd once made his life a real nightmare. The silence stretched and Leonard could see the small cruel smile play around the corner of the man's mouth. Before he could respond, though, Admiral Pike suddenly appeared by his side.

"Ah, yes, Dr McCoy, I guess you already know Dr Burgh! Aren't you teaching at Dr McCoy's Alma Mater, the University of Mississippi?"

"Indeed, Admiral," answered Dr Burgh, although he never took his piercing gaze off Leonard. "As it happens, I was one of McCoy's Professors at the Ole Miss."

"I see, what a coincidence! Have you been in contact all those years?" Pike looked expectantly at him, so McCoy shook his head. Once again, the silence grew uncomfortably long, and Pike furrowed his brow. "Are you alright, Doctor McCoy?"

"I would believe he is just surprised to see me. It's quite a distance between San Francisco and Oxford. And it's been a while, too, right McCoy? You see," he turned to the Admiral. "He had the most charming little girlfriend back then. What was her name again?"

Leonard finally found his voice. "Jocelyn."

"Right! What happened with her?"

McCoy clenched his teeth but forced the answer out. "We separated."

Again, there was that tiny cruel smile in Dr Burgh's face. "Did you indeed.."

"...Well, I have to discuss a few more points with Dr McCoy. If you'll excuse us, Doctor..."

Leonard felt himself being gently led away by Admiral Pike. His thoughts were still a total chaos. When he got his bearings again, he was standing outside the conference room in the empty hallway. Pike was watching him very intently. McCoy noticed he had his hand around his right upper arm.

"Are you alright, Doctor? Good lord, you look as if you might faint!"

"I'm...alright," Leonard croaked out. "I'm just... I haven't eaten in a day." It was not a lie and a ready excuse when he needed one. Pike nodded slowly, not quite convinced. "Shall I order something to eat to your quarters?"

"No, thank you, Sir. I... am meeting with Captain Kirk for lunch."

"I see. Well then, don't let him wait. Kirk's not especially famous for his patience." Pike grinned and Leonard tried his best to do the same. "No, that's not."

"I've been on the receiving end of his wrath, too, you know..." Pike winked at him. Leonard knew the Admiral had a soft spot for the young Captain who he'd found as a irate boy and juvenile offender and helped turn into one of Star Fleets' finest. "...but I know with you he is much tamer than with anyone else. You have a good influence on him, McCoy, and I know you're his best friend. I'm glad he has you."

With that, the Admiral turned around an left Leonard to stare after him.

Said former-irate-boy-now-captain sat currently in the Academy's cafeteria and impatiently checked his watch for the fifteenth time. "Where IS he?" he asked so loud the heads from the table next to him turned around. Softer, he continued to interrogate himself. "He is probably doing it on purpose, as revenge for this morning..." When Kirk looked up, he smiled as he saw his friend finally enter the cafeteria and waved to him, but froze, once Leonard was close enough so Jim could see the expression on his face.

"Bones," he exclaimed, and, when heads turned again, quieter: "What happened? Are you sick? You look sick! Shall I take you to a doctor-?"

"I AM a doctor, if you'll remember, Jim. I'm fine, I just need to sit down a moment."

"Sure..." Jim's face was still full of concern, but he waited silently for Leonard to take his seat and order a cup of coffee. The cute waitress batted her eyelashes at Jim. "Do you want anything, too, sweetie?"

Jim couldn't help but smile dazzlingly back. "Yes, I'd like a coffee too and a piece of chocolate pie, please. Bones," he turned to his friend, "don't you want anything to eat?"

He frowned when McCoy simply shook his head, but shrugged and smiled again at the waitress, who looked like she might get wet from it, and hurried off with a "Right away, dear!".

"So, what happened? Did Pike force you to make a speech or something?"

Leonard considered a moment before answering. Jim was a genius; he'd know if he lied straight away. Besides, he didn't like being dishonest with the only one he considered a friend.

"He did force me to make a speech, but... I met someone I'd thought I'd never see again..." When Leonard did not immediately continue, Jim prompted: "...And you were not happy to see them?"

"No." McCoy sighed.

"Well, who is it?"

"A former Professor of mine. He's teachin' at the Ole Miss."

"And why didn't you want to see him again?"

Before Leonard could answer (and he didn't really know what he should tell his friend), the coffee and the cake for Jim arrived. The waitress smiled again at Kirk and after not-so-subtly slipping him a note, probably with her communicator ID, left them alone.

McCoy lifted his eyebrow. "You gonna call her?"

Jim shrugged. "Maybe. Dunno."

Leonard shook his head. "You really let nothing go to waste, kid..."

Kirk tilted his head. "It'd be good for you, too, you know?"

"What?"

"Getting laid. At least now and then."

"I- I am having sex!"

"Oh, right. That one girl from the astronomy class. That was ages ago!"

"Well, I'm just not interested in one-nighters. Besides, you're getting all the girls, anyway."

"I told you I'd be more than happy to arrange a threesome-"

"That's NOT what I meant!" Leonard's face was fifty shades of red.

"-or, if you don't like the girls I come up with, have a look at the boys!" Jim leaned in conspiratorially. "Some of them are very good looking and really just waiting for such a fine piece of ass as-"

"Stop it!" McCoy's voice made all the heads turn. Jim stopped and took a closer look at his friend, whose hands were clenched around his cup. "I could never be with another man, Jim!"

Although the noise of the talking people all around them was quite loud, the silence between the two friends was audible.

"...I see," said Jim finally and started to get up. For some reason he avoided Leonard's eyes. "You know, I have to... do some things. See ya later, Bones." He left the cafeteria through the main entrance. McCoy groaned and buried his face in his hands. "Just great..."

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So this is Chapter 1, jolks. Like it so far? Stay with me for Chapter 2: Lost in Feeling

Yours, Coco