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"Rehabilitation Camp?"
"Yes Doctor. We think it would help. I think it would help. You have been through alot, and I believe that there are some courses that would benefit you." The therapist smiled kindly and twiddled her pen rather annoyingly in her hands.
"But seriously? Rehab? I don't kneed that, courses my ass. I may have been through a lot dammit, but that really isn't necessary." McCoy muttered, and he gripped the handles of the pure white chair he was seated in. "I am afraid you have no choice Doctor. It is either Rehabilitation, or a psychiatric ward. I cant do anything about this Doctor, rules are rules, and your mental state, despite what you would have me believe, is terrible. Surely, as a Doctor, you understand that precautions need to take place?"
McCoys eye brows flew up into his shaggy hair, before joining his eyes and looking down at the floor.
"Ok." He simply muttered. "Send the details over, I want to go back home." He got up out of the chair and took one last look before the all to white room, "Thanks."He stated, trying not to allow any emotions seep through.
The therapist led him to the practise door, before closing the door on him. McCoy stood looking at it too for a second-(That too, was white), before gazing up at the sunny sky. Grumbling all the way to the car about how hot it was, the Doctor contemplated what he should bring. He had already put his house on the market a week ago, so he didn't kneed to worry about that. Once he got out of Camp- if ever- he could get a flat or something, but he would worry about that later. As he reached his car, he sighed.
It was a beautiful car, no doubt about it. The traditional English Rolls Royce was dark blue in color, with white leather seats. It had white walled tires, with sparkling silver wheels, and gleaming door handles. The Doctor unlocked it and put his sunglasses on, before climbing in to his beloved vehicle. He patted the wheel affectionally. "Lets hope that they have a parking lot at rehabilitation, I cant let you go." He smiled softly, before turning up the radio on full blast, and closing the door. The car was a convertible, so the hot Georgian sun beat down on McCoys shoulders. He revved up the engine, and slowly pulled out onto the road.
As he sped along the roads, hair flapping slightly in the wind, McCoy ran over his fate in his head. The therapist was right, he was not well in the head, watching your wife kill your seven year-old daughter did that to you. He wiped his eyes as he drove, and decided to get out of his home town as soonThe as he could. He wanted nothing do do with this place, his wife had ruined the place he once loved, turing it into a goast village. He saw Joanna, his little girl everywhere. But she had been taken from him.
He turned up onto his driveway, and shut of the engine and stereo, before getting out and locking his car. McCoy's house too was grand, it had three floors and an inside heated pool.
He let himself in, and walked straight past the living room, not allowing himself to look at the carpet he had scrubbed so hard in attempt to remove his daughters blood. His attempt had not been successful, the carpet still bore the scarlet stains. He trudged up the winding glass staircase, and into the master bedroom.
Throwing a suitcase on his bed, the Doctor picked out bits of clothing and chucked them in, while not paying any attention at all to his wives dresses that still hung there. After his clothes were done, he carefully laid as many pictures of his deceased daughter in as the suitcase would allow. His I-pad (which contained all of his films, books and music) too went in there and that was it. That suitcase held all that mattered to him anymore. He buckled it up and hugged it tightly to his chest, while staring at the floor.
He sighed and rubbed his eyes, before heading back to his car, leaving his case on his bead.
He drove to the hospital, where he worked. McCoy prepared himself for another day.
He still went to work, despite what all the counsellors and doctors said. McCoy believe he had a job, and he had to get on with it. He wanted to help people, so their family didn't have to go through what he did. So he ignored the worried looks that his colleagues gave him, the hushed whispers when he walked by, and the sympathetic smiled he got. But really he hated them all. The lot of them disgusted him, tiptoeing around him like he was about to explode from depression, and infect them.
Once he had got to his office, (he was CMO so he got a big office and a private shower for long shifts) he filed a report saying he had to leave his job for 'health reasons.' Then, rubbing his tired eyes once more, he got to work.
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It was one week later, and McCoy was driving to Tennessee, to the Camp. The back seats were loaded up with cases, as the good doctor had packed food and blankets, incase both were crap at his semi- permanent destination.
He had been traveling for about hours, and he had about 2 left, so in total it wasn't that bad of a journey. One of the good Doctors relatives lived in South Dakota, so this journey was nothing in comparison.
However, he was soon needing leg stretch, and seeing signs for a service station he pulled over. Locking his beloved car, McCoy trudged in, and browsed all the cheap crap that you can find in these places.
It was that moment that McCoy saw the blond haired boy, with the sign labeled 'Tennessee!'. If he hadn't, goodness knows what his time at the camp would amount to, but it would not have been good.
The blond kid looked about 23-25, and he had the bluest eyes McCoy had ever seen. The main thing that caught McCoys face however, was the deep scar that ran from the boys chin to his collarbone. Normally it would have looked menacing on anyone else, but on Blond Hair, the scar seemed to complete his perfect features, almost gracing him with its presence.
McCoy wasn't conscious of how he had walked over to the kid, as he normally wasn't one for hitch-hikers, but there he was, smiling at Blond Hair, and talking to him.
"Tennessee, huh kid? I'm going there, need a ride?" The Doctor questioned. Blond Hairs eyes lit up at once, and he nodded.
"Really? Oh please! You are the first to offer all day, thanks so much." He thrust out a hand, witch also had a scar running down it. "Jim. Jim Kirk." McCoy grinned and shook the hand. "McCoy, Leonard McCoy. Cars in the parking lot outside, you ready to come now?"
Jim nodded and scrambled around, trying to pick up all his stuff, then followed McCoy outside. He gasped when he saw the wonderful classic car. "Oooo! Nice wheels!" The Doctor beamed and nodded. "Put your stuff in the back, I have a lot of crap in there too, so make sure you know where your stuff is." Jim laughed and did as told.
Closing his car door, Leonard started his car, and looked at his new companion. "So why are you going to Tennessee? And you sound more Iowan than Georgian." McCoy questioned while pulling out onto the interstate. "Well, its kinda personal, but I am from Iowa. I got lost. Just slightly, and then some jerk thought it would be funny to drop me off down here. Thank God you came!" McCoy laughed. "Me too. I have nothing left for me in Georgia. Wife took the lot. All I have left is my Bones." This made Jim laugh for a moment, and the Doctor practically bloomed. He hadn't laughed in weeks, let alone make anyone else giggle in such an infectious was as Jim. "Bones huh?"
After half an hour or so of companiable silence, McCoy looked over to his new friend to see him gazing aggressively at the radio, almost willing it to turn on. "Do you want me to put the radio on Kid? I don't mind music as long as I choose it."
Jims eyes lit up and he turned to face Leonard. " Thanks Bones. That would be cool." The doctors eyebrow twitched. "Bones? I guess I have no choice in changing that name."
"Nope. None at all." McCoy scoffed and hit the play button on his stereo, causing the steady beat of The Eagles to start winding its way out of the sound system. "Mmmmmm. Not what I would have picked, a bit old fashioned. But its good." Jim ginned while bobbing his head along to the jazz.
"By the way, I suppose I never thought about it, but where will you be going in Tennessee?" The Doctor agreed with the kid, he never had even thought about it. "Out-skirts of Johnson City- You?" The doctor had to cover his ears with the squeal Jim gave. "Me too!" Jim suddenly turned to face his companion face to face, and studied his face with a great intensity. Leonard frowned. "Kid, stop looking at me like that, Im trying to drive." Jim ignored McCoy's protests and kept staring.
"Are you going to Enterprise Rehabilitation Village?" He whispered, so quietly that the Doctor had to turn down the music. "Yes-Yes. How did you-"
The younger man cut him off. "I'm going too. And before you ask how I knew, you have that look in your eyes, its how I knew that you would take me to Tennessee without any problems. You have the look of hurt and loss in you that only comes from loss of everything." The Doctor nearly crashed his car with the shock of what Jim said. He and Jim screamed simultaneously, before McCoy righted the car. They both looked at each other and after a moments silence started laughing. "I think Jim Kirk, that there is a lot more to you than what meets the eye." The Doctor thought throw-out his laughter.
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