Babysitter Bones

Author: Dreamwind

Summery: Another mission gone wrong, but this time Bones is left to sort out the consequences. Is he prepared to watch over two small children? Especially when those children are Captain Kirk and Commander Spock.

Warning: De-aged Kirk & Spock, terrible use of Southern & Scottish accents, yelling, mildly inappropriate language & potential cuteness overload

Rating: PG-13

Universe: Star Trek XI

content for this chapter was update on 02/17/11

Chapter 6

CMO Leonard McCoy's Personal Log Stardate 2259.928

Last night was a bad one. Too many baby faced brats coming back from a trope through the jungle bloody. Does no one at Starfleet gives these idiots basic training in common sense? …sigh… Those Red shirts have more bad luck than a turtle on it's back.

This morning started out so much better. Woke up with a beautiful woman in mah bed. Shoulda' known the day would turn into a bleedin' nightmare.

Day 4; 6:27 am, CMO McCoy's Cabin

Bones was having a pleasant dream. He knew it was a dream because it had been a few years since he had last had a woman in his bed. A crooked smiled stretched across his face, Bones sleepily nuzzled his face into the warm breasts near him. They trembled lightly against him and Bones opened his mouth, sucking on them through the fabric covering them. He grumpily complained that they weren't bare so that the salty-sweet taste of female flesh could dance across his tongue.

His arm reached out, pulling the warm body flush against him. His hands slid down a gently curved back, cupping and squeezing the woman's buttocks, making her moan and arch into his waiting mouth.

"What is Dr. McCoy doing to Lt. Uhura?"

"It looks like he is trying to eat her!"

"I did not realize humans still practiced cannibalism."

Bones growled around the breast in his mouth, teeth lightly clenching. 'Fuck it all. This dream was going so well too.'

Bones opened his eyes, taking in the sight of an aroused, sleepy Uhura. Her eyes were just beginning to open. The two small forms of Jim and Spock were standing at the edge of the bed, watching him with wide eyes.

'Damn, but they look creepy.'

Little Spock's eyes were steadily trained on Bones and Uhura, the dark depths catching the little light in the room and glowing like a cat's. It was an unnerving sight, especially after Bones realized Spock hadn't blinked in about a minute. 'Damn, pointy-eared hobgoblin.'

"Leonard!" Uhura's voice was loud and startled, shocking Bones almost as much as the sudden pain of her fist connecting with his face.

Bones hit the ground hard. He had never been hit by a woman who could throw a punch like Uhura, for a moment he thought he was going to black out. The only thing keeping him from passing out was the aggravating sound of Jim laughing wildly.

'Shit,' he thought, 'this isn't a dream. It's a goddamn nightmare!'

Bones sat up quickly, grabbing Jim and lifting him over his head, before setting Jim down next to a stunned Spock. Jim smiled up at Bones, with a truly rare, honest smile. Bones found he couldn't help but to smile back, even though his eye felt like it was going to swell shut and Uhura was cursing at him from the other side of the small bed.

"So," Bones drew out the word as he turned to look at the still scowling communications officer. "How did you sleep?"

"Oh, Fu—" Uhura cut herself off, gaze flickering over the two boys still watching them. Uhura pinched the bridge of her nose before glaring back at Bones. "Shut up, Leonard. Be serious for a moment. I am really upset with you!"

"Why are you mad at me, woman? I didn't put you in my bed!"

"Well maybe if you got here on time I wouldn't have been sleeping on your bed!"

"Maybe I would have been here on time if the people on this ship didn't come back looking like mincemeat every time they left this godforsaken hunk of metal!"

"Don't you raise your voice at me, Leonard McCoy! I'm not about to take your crap!"

Jim looked at Spockie, who had moved as far away as possible from the two yelling adults. It was obvious that the sight of the two of them like this was frightening for Spockie. So, being the good friend that he was, Jim took Spockie's hand and led him to the other room where their beds were waiting. Quietly, Jim gathered their blankets and led Spock back through the room, past the still arguing adults and to the door leading out into the corridor.

"To where are we going, Jim?"

"We'll go to Ensign Cuttie's cabin. This way CMO Sassypants and Ms. Uhura can't get mad at us, 'cause we'll still be supervised by an adult of their choosing."

"Very logical."

Jim smiled widely, squeezing Spockie's hand. "Come on. I don't like 'em yelling like that either."

The two quickly slipped out the door and into the corridor. Checking to see if either adult had followed them out of the cabin, they quickly headed down the corridor until they reached the connecting corridor where Ensign Cuttie's cabin was. At first they tried to be sneaky, mostly because Jim liked the idea that they were super spies on a mission, but after a while, when no one else appeared to be in the corridor Jim became bored and they just walked calmly down the center in full view of anyone passing by. A few minutes later they managed to locate the cabin.

Jim knocked on the door and stepped back as the door opened. Ensign Cutie stood in the doorway shirtless and wearing only a pair of cotton pajama pants. There was a toothbrush sticking out of his mouth, which had dropped open a bit in shock.

"Keppin," his normally thick accent was made even worse by the toothbrush. Jim winced as some toothpaste spittle came out of the Ensign's mouth and landed on his cheek.

"Can we sleep here? CMO Sassypants and Ms. Uhura are making too much noise."

Ensign Cuttie blinked rapidly but let the two of them into his room as he rushed into the bathroom to rinse out his mouth. "Dr. McCoy and Lt. Uhura were making noise in your room?"

Jim jumped up onto the bed, bouncing for a moment before waving for Spock to join him.

Spock looked at Ensign Chekov seriously. "Dr. McCoy was attempting to cannibalize her."

"Vhat?" Ensign Chekov looked confused.

"He was eating her chest," said Jim who had flopped onto his back.

Ensign Cuttie blushed a bright red. "Ой Мой бог! (Bozhe Moy)"

"So can we sleep here," asked Jim from his position on the bed.

"Da, da you can stay here, Keptain."

Jim smiled and pulled Spock down next to him. "Thanks, Cutie!"

Ensign Cutie blushed at the nickname and proceeded to cover the two boys with their blankets. "I vill vake you both for breakfast."

There was a mumbled thanks before the boys slipped back into sleep.

Pavel watched the two sleep peacefully for a moment, trying to decide what to do. Obviously he should inform Dr. McCoy that the boys were with him, but if the Doctor and Uhura really were engaging in sexing with each other…Well, Pavel wanted a long life and interrupting the Doctor would probably result in a shorter life span or a very uncomfortable next physical. Of course not telling the Doctor could also lead to a shorter life.

Pavel groaned, hands tugging at his curls. Internally his mind was running a-mile-a-minute trying to figure out his best option. Numbers and calculations surged through his brain, locating the highest percentage for continued existence.

In the end, Pavel decided the best thing to do was inform Sulu and Scotty. The two were basically in charge and so they could take on the task of notifying Dr. McCoy as to the location of his charges. Still, the whole thing had Pavel on edge. Not even the sight of his little Captain and Commander cuddled together could wipe away the growing anxiety.

7:07 am, CMO McCoy's Cabin

Nyota moaned as Leonard's weight pressed her deeper into the mattress. Leonard buried his face in her neck, his stubble rasping against her skin as he sucked and nibbled the delicate flesh of her neck. His hand moved restlessly across the fabric of her uniform, over her breasts, down her ribs and over her hips.

"Lord bless you woman, but you are aggravating."

Before either knew it they had joined together in the oldest, most primal dance of all, forgetting everything around them. Their world narrowed to each other and the narrow Starfleet issued bed. Pleasure swirled through them, rising higher and higher until it broke over and through them like a raging storm.

"-McCoy. Bridge to Dr. McCoy."

"Oh Fuck," Leonard cried out, pleasure peaking as Scotty's voice called to him again. "Damn it all to hell!"

Leonard reluctantly pulled out of Nyota's warm, welcoming embrace and stormed over to the communications panel. "What do you want, Scotty? And it better be good."

As the screen filled with the bright lights of the bridge McCoy watched Scotty blink, eyes wide as he took in the sight of Leonard's angry face. The Scotsman blinked, eyes wide, as he took in the sight of Leonard drenched in sweat, his boxers clinging like a second skin, his expression getting more furious by the second.

"Ach! Canna ye put some pants o first?" Scotty looked away, cheeks turning red.

"What do you want, Scotty," Leonard's voice had risen higher, his accent cutting through the communication like a knife as he shoved himself back into his damp, sticky boxers.

"I…ach, well," Scotty looked back at Leonard, blushed again and looked away. "The Wee ladies…they uh, they're with Chekov. Jus' thought ye aught ta know." With one last, quick glance at Leonard, Scotty cut off the communication.

Leonard pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to ignore the migraine replacing his orgasmic satisfaction.

Looking away from the communication panel, he noted that yes the boys beds were empty and their blankets were missing. He wanted to be mad that they left without telling him, but he was more than angry with himself for having sex (really good sex) with Nyota without checking to see if the boys were still in the room.

"Leonard, are you okay?"

"Yeah." Leonard looked to where Nyota was standing in the doorway to his bedroom. Her long hair was a mess, her uniform rumpled and with a few suspicious stains near the hemline. She was, in a word, beautiful.

Slowly a smirk slide across his features as he realized he had attained something Jim never had. He had won the one no-win aspect of Jim's life. He had earned Nyota's first name and even made love to her.

"What's going through your head, Leonard McCoy?"

Leonard's smirk widened into a rather fetching grin. "Just thinking about how your beauty made me forget all my worries and duties."

Nyota smiled at him, cheeks flushing before her eyes widened and her skin went pale. Quickly she scanned the room in a panic. What if Spock had seen her!

"They left while we were fighting and went to Chekov's cabin."

On the outside Nyota's expression calmed down. On the inside her panic was still running wild. She knew things were going to be different in her relationship with Spock after this. She hadn't been blind to the growing bond between him and Jim, which was growing all the stronger since they had become children. But she realized that she still had a chance before for the two of them, but now…now, she may have just single handedly ruined her chances of convincing him to keep giving their fledgling relationship a chance.

Some of her agitation must have spilled across her features because Leonard was suddenly looking at her with a lot less of the confident whimsy he had been a moment ago.

"I am so sorry, Leonard." Nyota looked down at her feet, unable to meet his eyes.

"Nyota," Leonard reached out for her. His fingers barely brushing her hand before she turned and fled the cabin.

"Nyota," his voice echoed in the empty room.

AN: Translations

1. Ой Мой бог / Bozhe Moy – Russian for 'Oh my God'

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