Early Memories of the Crew

Leonard McCoy age: 5

It was another average school day for Lenny, as his mom packed him his lunch and he ate breakfast at the little ranch they lived in.

His father had headed off to work and bones picked at his 'Captain Space Puffs' cereal. "I hate this stuff!" he punched over the box and he took another spoonful. Today was one of the days he would go to counseling.

"No you don't. Now eat up. You need to go soon." His mother prompted kindly.

"Yes I do! It's stupid!" he threw the poor cereal box on the ground.

"Leonard!"

"What?" the small child responded.

"Go to your room!" his mother commanded. His lip still remained pouty.

"No!" he yelled.

"Don't talk to me in that voice Mister!"

"Mom, I'm a kid, not an adult and I can do whatever I want!" Bones had many ways of putting statements out there that really didn't do anything for him.

"To…your…room!" she pointed.

"I DON'T WANNA!" he his the floor, pounding the ground with strength so hard, so horrible, so incredibly powerful, it wouldn't have killed a fly. "You can't tell me what to do!" he screamed. Kicking and punching the floor. Then the doorbell rang.

The door was opened to a very cute, little blond haired boy the same age as Lenny. "Is Leonard there?" Jim asked. The screaming stopped. He wiped away his tears, looked in the mirror and met his friend at the door. His face was still tear stained and red.

"Hi Jim." He said casually as they made their way out of the door and to school.

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It was after the school day. The two kindergarteners were commenting on how hard it was to write a capital A. They were in a good mood and as Jim left Leonard at his house, his mother's news ruined his happiness.

"I HATE THEREPY! I'm not going!" he ran into his room and slammed the door behind him.

Somehow, the amazing mother of the legendary, (and Anger management full) Dr. McCoy managed to get him into the car seat. "Hmph." He crossed his arms.

They'd gotten to the office and waited in the room. A little kid was playing with a truck. "Thummmmbt!" the child was attempting to make a sound of the bus. It was annoying.

Another kid was pressing buttons that made noises.

And yet another was screaming. Little Bones was about to blow his top.

They had finally waited long enough and got into the doctor's office. His mother wasn't allowed in for one reason or another. So not to influence the patient. The room had a lot of stuffed animals, cushy seats and it looked like it was completely covered in bubble wrap. "So how are you doing…" the physiatrist checked his clipboard. "Leonard?"

McCoy snarled directly at him. Giving him the dreaded Bones stare. Except it didn't have the same Shut-up-or-I'll-rip-you-throat-out feel because

1) He wasn't a Doctor

2) He was a five year old.

The doctor laughed. That was a very unfortunate doctor. And a stupid one at that. Lenny took a bean bag chair that was literally the size of him (which wasn't too amazing considering he was only 2' 11".) and flung it at the guidance counselor. "I hate these stupid classes." He grumbled, crossing his arms, not sitting in a child proof seat.

"Now Leonard, is throwing things helpful?" the guy asked. Clearly the answer was supposed to be no.

"Yes." Leonard eyed the teddy bear in the corner.

"Do you like animals?" He asked.

Bones said nothing.

"Do you like fuzzy?" he held up a rabbit with a creepily happy grin spread across it's bunny face.

"No." he pursed his lips.

"But he likes you."

"But I HATE HIM!" he took the rabbit from the Doctor's hands and threw it against the wall. He sat, tight lipped in the corner. "I want to go home."

The doctor held up some fuzzy round thing that made a cooing sound and a teddy bear Lenny had been observing. "Well if you want to go, take one of these." Oh, a free gift

Simple choice. The fuzzy butted thing was weird and the teddy bear was soft. A teddy bear to add to his collection.