Author's Note:
Nevermorea: Oh, no no no. I absolutely LOVED your headcanons. Honest to god, I raved about them to my friend for like ever afterwards. They were all so great! xD And Yes! I feel the same. I love the love/hate trope, but I absolutely hate when the transition between "I hate you" and "I love you" is way too sudden. Definitely needs to be built up before they can get to the love! (and don't worry, it was no problem at all!).
mateapejic17: Aw, I'm glad you like it! And I'm also glad to hear that some people are okay with what will be a very minor love triangle. I think Spock and Uhura's relationship is essential to the plot, so that's definitely why I'm keeping it. :) Also, unfortunately, there will still be some time before Spock and Winnie get together. I don't really want to give away when, but we've got a wait. Like I have stated before, I want to build their friendship up first! And I'll try not to make it too long, but I will be covering all of the movies. And as for Amanda, well, I'm afraid I can't honor what you ask. I love Amanda. I love her dearly and that's why I'm showing her now, but I'm afraid her death is going to stay a part of the plot. I'm sorry!
For this chapter, for Riley and Winnie's Valentine's Day Party looks, I redirect you back to Polyvore! My account is alilew, and their outfits are titled Winnie&Riley | Valentine's Day. :)
And just to remind you, there is a reason this fic is rated M. This chapter kind of gets into one aspect of that. So, uh, just forewarning without trying to give anything away.
xoxo
(Also, Sara, I cannot wait for you to message me when you're done reading this ;))
San Francisco, February 14, 2257
"Riley, come on," Winnie whined as she was hurried out of her room, a bag of clothes and other necessities in hand.
"I really have to finish studying today, Winnie, and you are distracting me!" Riley exclaimed, having no sympathy for her best friend and roommate as she stood on the other side of the doorway, looking as pouty as she possibly could. That pout did not work on her, at least not most of the time. It definitely did not work on her today.
"You'll still come to the bar tonight, though, right?" Winnie asked, giving up on being allowed to stay in their dorm to get ready. She knew that studying was important, but so was having fun once in awhile. And she knew that Riley could use a nice break. Today was Valentine's Day and there was a bar right off of campus that was having a little Valentine's Day party of sorts. The twins, Bones, and Riley had all made plans to go and hang out. It was supposed to be fun, even if none of them had dates. Because, really, who needed lame dates anyway?
"Yeah, I'll be there. I promise. Just, up until then, I want to finish studying," Riley reassured the blonde. Winnie let out a sigh.
"Alright, well, if you don't show, I will personally come back here and drag your ass out to the bar, you got that?" Riley just laughed at Winnie's response and nodded. She had no doubts that Winnifred Kirk would march into their room, force some party-esque clothes on her, and then drag her all the way to the bar. She could even picture it happening in her head. "Alright… have fun studying…"
Winnie turned away from her room as Riley closed the door behind her. She hesitated for a moment, trying to figure out what she should do. She could bother Jim for a while and then change in his room. That would probably be the best way to go about it.
Hiking her bag up onto her shoulder, Winnie began her way towards Jim's dorm. Win was pleased with how the weather had turned out. Originally, the forecast had called for rain. Although it was a bit overcast, there didn't seem to be rain in sight. There was a slight chill in the air, but nothing that was too uncomfortable. She just hoped it stayed like this later — or, at least, it stayed like that for the walk to and from the bar that night. Anytime before, after, or in between, the weather could do what it wanted.
The campus was decently busy, but not like that of a weekday. For noon on a Saturday, and Valentine's Day at that, it was no surprise. As Winnie rounded the corner of one of the campus buildings, she found herself stopping dead in her tracks. A couple of yards ahead of her was Spock. She suddenly felt herself becoming very nervous, and her gut reaction was to run and hide somewhere.
It wasn't like Winnie was actively trying to avoid Spock. In fact, they still had their bi-weekly lessons. It was just weird to see him outside of that setting, especially with that seed that Riley had planted in her head. She had a crush on him. She tried denying it. She still tried to deny it. It just kept getting harder and harder to do so. Especially when butterflies starting flying about in her stomach when she was near him.
So, if Winnie wasn't actively trying to avoid Spock, why in the heck was she trying to avoid him now? Well, to put simply, she was dressed in a pair of gray sweatpants and an old, over-sized Starfleet Academy sweatshirt. Her hair was up in a messy bun and, ultimately, she looked — or at least felt like she looked — like a mess. She hadn't planned on getting ready for at least another couple of hours! And she also hadn't planned on running into Spock! She didn't want him to see her like this!
Winnie thought maybe he wouldn't even see her. He was walking with someone else, chatting with them. Winnie was actually almost positive he would walk right past her without even noticing her. What she didn't account for was the woman he was walking with to recognize her.
"Oh, Spock! Isn't that the girl you tutor? Winnie, right? Winnie, hello!" Winnie's head snapped in the direction of Spock and the woman. She had been trying to keep her head low in hopes to sneak on by. As Spock and the woman got closer, Winnie recognized the woman as well. It was Amanda, Spock's mother.
"Ah, hello," Winnie greeted, smiling somewhat awkwardly. She tried to fix her hair some, making herself more presentable. She hoped her cheeks weren't flushing as badly as she thought they were.
"I am so happy I got to see you during my visit," Amanda smiled. Although she was maybe an inch or so taller than Winnie, she couldn't help but think that Amanda looked small. Maybe it was just because she was standing next to Spock and because Spock was ridiculously tall in comparison.
"I didn't know you were visiting. This is a very pleasant surprise," Winnie said. Her eyes roamed up to the vulcan and she bowed her head somewhat in greeting, "Commander Spock."
"Cadet Kirk," he greeted in return. He said nothing more as Amanda spoke up once more.
"My husband is on planet for business, and I thought it would be a good time to tag along and visit my son," she told Winnie. Winnie's thoughts could help diverting to her own mother. She was off planet at the moment and had mentioned possibly having leave in April or May. Winona had mentioned something about visiting, and Winnie was really looking forward to it. She missed her mama.
"That's really nice. I'm glad I got to see you as well. It's nice to meet you in person this time," Win laughed. Despite how embarrassed she was about her appearance and her potential crush on Spock, she was really happy to finally meet Amanda in person.
"I completely agree," Amanda smiled, "and might I say that you look far more adorable in person." Winnie flushed somewhat as Amanda laughed.
"You're too kind," Winnie managed to get, laughing somewhat herself. She felt she looked far from adorable, but she appreciated Amanda's words all the same.
"Nonsense, I am just stating the truth. Do you have any plans tonight, Winnie?"
"Mother," Spock interrupted, bringing Winnie's attention back to him, "I am sure Cadet Kirk is far too busy for anything you are about to suggest."
"Oh, of course, and it is Valentine's Day, isn't it? Do you have plans with a boyfriend or something?" Winnie's face definitely turned unmistakably red this time. She shook her head rather quickly.
"N-no. I don't… I don't have a boyfriend. I do have plans, though. My brother and some of our friends are going to this bar off of campus. They're having this Valentine's Day themed party thing. Uhm, if either of you wanted to come… you can!" Winnie tried not to look at Spock as she suggested this, but she really hoped that he would go.
"That's so kind of you. I'm afraid I'm actually busy tonight," Amanda told her. Winnie felt somewhat confused at this confession, especially after Amanda had been the one to ask her if she had been busy. Still, maybe she had plans with her husband. "But maybe Spock would want to go. Wouldn't that be fun?"
"I cannot as I have essays that I need to grade tonight," Spock said. Winnie felt her heart sink some. She hadn't really expected him to go, but all the same… it would have been nice.
"That's okay. I just thought I'd extend the invitation," Winnie put on a smile, trying not to show her disappointment. "Still, it was nice to see you."
"You as well," Amanda told her with another smile. Winnie was then caught off guard as Amanda moved forward, taking her hands into her own. "And you must promise me that you will stay in contact. I meet so very few of Spock's friends and it might be nice to speak with another human every once in awhile." She laughed.
"Of course! I'd really like that," Winnie told her, meaning it completely. She liked Amanda. She still thought she seemed really sweet, and she would like to get to know her better. Plus, she was Spock's mother. Getting to know her would feel akin to getting to know him.
"Mother, we should leave now if you still wish to get an early meal," Spock interrupted the women. Amanda smiled, nodding. She held onto Winnie's hands for a moment longer before letting go. Winnie felt a loss of warmth as she did so. She smiled as Amanda wrapped her arms around Spock's arm.
"I cannot wait to hear from you again, Winnie. You have a wonderful Valentine's Day."
"You as well," Winnie told her.
"Cadet," Spock said in a way that meant goodbye. Winnie returned the sentiment,
"Commander." And with that, Spock and Amanda continued on their way, leaving Winnie still reeling from the experience. She put her hands to her cheeks, wondering just how red they had been — and how obvious it had been to either. She stood there for a little while, composing herself before she continued on her way towards Jim's room.
"Jim!" Winnie banged on Jim's door for like the fifth time. She heard a crash on the other side of the door and then a rush of footsteps. After a moment, Jim cracked the door open a smidge, causing Winnie to narrow her eyes. He was unmistakably in just his boxers, despite him trying to hide that fact.
"What do you need Winnie?" His voice had been just as rushed as his earlier footsteps. He seemed to be in an awful hurry to get rid of her. Winnie frowned.
"I need a place to hang and change before going to the bar tonight," she told him. She had a feeling, however, that Jim's room was not going to be the place where she would be doing that. At this point, though, she wasn't sure she wanted to.
"Uhm," Jim's face scrunched up as if he was contemplating how to say no. Winnie waited, simply to see what he would come up with. "Well. I mean. I would say you could do that here… but, uhm, like… maybe if you come back in an hour… or uh… two?"
Winnie let out a sigh and scratched at her hairline. "God, I am so glad I'm not your roommate," she murmured under her breath. She could only imagine what it was like for Jim's roommate, Mason. He was a rather elusive fellow, always seeming to be pretty adamant about not hanging out with them, but Winnie figured it was because he probably saw enough of Jim for a lifetime. She didn't blame him, honestly. "Look, you go back to doing whatever — sorry, whoever — it is you are doing. I'll go bother Bones."
"Awesome! Thanks, Win, you're the best sister a guy could ever have," Jim grinned at her, but Winnie just shook her head.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just remember that the next time something like this happens," she sighed. The twins said their goodbyes and Winnie found herself making another trek through the campus, this time towards Bones' dorm.
It didn't take her that long to get to Bones' dorm, and thankfully Winnie didn't run into anyone else along the way. She could only handle so much embarrassment in one day. Plus, she had suddenly become paranoid she might run into Gregory or something, and that would have been more of an annoyance than an embarrassment.
Adjusting her bag on her shoulder, Winnie knocked on Bones' door. Luckily for her, she didn't have to wait around as long as when she had knocked on Jim's door. Bones' door opened, revealing a freshly showered and shirtless Leonard McCoy.
"Hello Bones," Winnie grinned at him. Before he could even say hello, she ducked under his arm — which wasn't a hard feat, due to her shortness and his tallness — and into his room.
"Uh, hello," he greeted in return, closing the door and turning around to watch as Winnie made herself comfortable in his room. Winnie had always wondered how he had managed to get a single dorm room, but then, she felt lucky that she had gotten a roommate like Riley. Jim was probably jealous of Bones' set-up, seeing as his extracurricular activities usually meant he needed a room to himself. "Look, I don't aim to sound mean, but why are you here? We don't have plans to meet up for another couple of hours."
"Well, Riley kicked me out because she wants to get some studying in before tonight and apparently I am too distracting. Can you imagine? Me!" She was kidding, of course, knowing full well that she had been distracting Riley a little too much. She hadn't meant to, it just happened. "And then I went to Jim's room to hang out and then later change at, but… well, you know… he was entertaining."
"Of course he was," Bones muttered under his breath. He seemed to be about as annoyed with Jim's actions as Winnie was. She hoped he got out of this phase soon because it was getting ridiculous. He was really starting to get a name for himself among the female cadets, and it wasn't particularly a good name.
"So, I came here because, like I said, I need somewhere to hang and get ready at. Actually, I was hoping I could hop in the shower. I feel like a complete mess. Can I?"
"Yeah, go head. There are clean towels in the closet," Bones told her. Even if he had wanted to deny Winnie, he knew it wouldn't have really done anything. He didn't mind, though.
"Thanks, Bones!"
Bones had been ready for a while. Of course, it wasn't all that hard for him to get ready. He threw on a clean pair of jeans and a dark gray button down shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Once he did that, he was pretty much done. All he needed to do was put his shoes on, but that was really it.
Winnie, on the other hand, had been getting ready for-ev-er. She had commandeered his bathroom so that she could change, do her hair, and do her makeup. That had been well over an hour ago. Bones had gotten ready in fifteen minutes.
"Hey Jim," Winnie had phoned her brother while she got ready. She was almost finished, but she just wanted to finish up her makeup.
"What'cha need, Win?" Winnie was looking intensely in the mirror, putting the finishing touches on her lips. She had opted for a simple look, and her glossy pink lips accented that. It was nothing overly complicated or overbearing. Not that she minded looking like that, and she did on most occasions. Tonight, however, she wanted a cute look.
"Can you pick Riley up? She said she was going to study, and I want to make sure she actually comes tonight. She was looking forward to it earlier this week, so I don't want her to miss it," Winnie told him as she straightened up, fixing her skirt before looking down at the PADD that rested on the sink counter in front of her.
"Yeah, of course." Winnie smiled at her brother.
"Thanks, Jimmy. Bones and I will meet you there!" She told him before ending the call. She had considered going to pick Riley up herself, but why not send her brother instead? She hoped it would be a nice surprise for Riley. Either that or Riley was going to strangle her later. She'd risk it, though.
When Winnie was positive she had finished getting ready, she exited the bathroom. Bones swiveled around in his desk chair as she did so. Winnie's usually party attire consisted of all black. It was a color she liked and that looked good on her. Black was often very flattering. Tonight, however, she had decided to wear some more bright colors. So, when she saw the look on Bones' face, she was afraid maybe it wasn't a good choice.
"How do I look?" She asked, suddenly very nervous. Maybe she should have decided to go for her usual instead. She looked down at her own attire, gently fluffing out the light pink tulle skirt that she wore. She still wore some black, of course, such as her crop top, shoes, and her choice of choker. "Does it look bad?"
"No, not at all. You look pretty as a spotted horse in a daisy pasture." Winnie's eyes narrowed at him, trying to figure out if he was being serious or not. It wasn't like Bones to outright compliment her, or anyone for that matter. "Didn't know you could pull it off."
"There's the Leonard McCoy I know," Winnie laughed. She moved forward, grabbing the denim jacket that she had previously laid out on Bones' bed.
"You're even almost average height with those things on your feet," Bones continued to tease her, standing up from his chair. Winnie stuck her tongue out at him childishly.
"Shut up," she laughed again, "are you ready?"
"Darlin' I was ready an hour ago. It was you that took as long as a month of Sundays," Bones told her, slipping on his shoes and tying them up.
"That doesn't even make sense Bones. How could there be a month of Sundays? And why would that be longer than any other day?" Winnie questioned him, causing him to laugh.
"Don't worry about it, you wouldn't understand it anyway," Bones teased her yet again. Winnie frowned, placing her hands on her hips.
"Are you calling me stupid, Mr. McCoy?"
"No, Miss Kirk, if I was calling you stupid I would say that if your brains were leather, you wouldn't have enough to saddle a Junebug," he said with a mock serious look on his face. Winnie shook her head, trying to hide the smile that wanted to form on her face. She reached out and pushed Bones gently.
"You're such an ass," she teased.
"It takes one to know one," he grinned down at her. "Come on, let's head out before Jim and Riley start wondering where we are."
"Alright, but you owe me a drink," she told him as she linked her arm with his. He had gotten used to Winnie doing this and no longer tried to slip his arm out of hers. He didn't mind, really. He was just one to grumble about, well, anything.
"Why in God's name do I owe you a drink?" Winnie just shrugged, a huge grin on her face.
"Why not?"
"You are really something else, Miss Kirk." Bones let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head.
"I know."
The bar was already packed by the time Bones and Winnie arrived. Between the music, which seemed like a combination of some classical music, current pop, and love songs, and the chatter of the crowd, it was kind of hard to hear anything. So when Bones spoke, Winnie had to ask him to speak louder because she couldn't hear him.
"Do you think Jim and Riley are here yet?" He repeated himself above the din. Winnie chewed the inside of her cheek as her eyes scanned the crowd. If they were here already, it was going to be hard to find them. If they weren't here yet, it would still be hard for either group to find the other.
"I don't know," Winnie finally retorted back to him, "but maybe we should head towards the bar and hope we run into them." Plus, they might as well grab something to drink while they waited.
After agreeing, Bones and Winnie made their way to the bar. It was miraculous that they could find an open spot at all. Bones waved down the bartender as Winnie's eyes scanned the bar to see if maybe Jim and Riley had figured to do the same. Unfortunately, she still couldn't see them. It was possible that she and Bones had gotten here first.
"I'll have a whiskey straight, and start a tab," Bones told the man on the other side of the counter, sliding him his card, "and her drinks are on me tonight."
"What? Bones, I only said one drink, and I was kidding," Winnie said in surprise. Bones just shrugged.
"Pay me back later then," Bones told her, rather unaffected. Winnie just shook her head. She would make sure to pay him back later because she planned on drinking a lot tonight and she didn't want Bones to have to shoulder both his drinks and her drinks. That didn't seem fair.
"I'll have a whiskey on the rocks please," Winnie finally told the bartender. The man hesitated, looking at her pretty intently before finally speaking.
"ID please." Winnie stood there for a moment, surprised before finally pulling her ID out of the pocket in her denim jacket. She always carried it just in case, but she hadn't thought she would need it tonight. The bartender looked at it for a moment before handing it back to her and walking off to get their drinks.
"Are you kidding me?" Winnie asked as she put her ID back into her jacket pocket, "I am fucking 24 years old."
"It's because you're knee-high to a grasshopper," Bones told her, trying not to smirk.
"You said I looked average height in these heels," Winnie mock whined, causing Bones to laugh. He reached out to grab the drink that the bartender had brought back to them, taking a nice long sip.
"Winnie! Bones!" The two turned around with their drinks in hand to see Jim and Riley making their way towards them. It had been Riley who had called out to them.
"Holy shit. Riley, you look so cute!" Winnie exclaimed, "and I mean that in a sexy way." She laughed, taking in her friend's appearance. Riley was wearing a fitted, low cut pink dress with a leather jacket over-top of it. She looked very good in leather, and Winnie thought she should honestly wear it more often.
"Thanks," Riley blushed, a smile on her face.
"Nice necklace," Winnie added in a low voice when Riley got close, causing Riley to blush even more. She was wearing the galaxy necklace that Jim had gotten her for Christmas a while back. "Did you have a good study-sesh?" She added more loudly this time.
"I did, and now I can drink until I puke without feeling guilty," Riley laughed, trying to divert attention away from the blush on her cheeks.
"Well, get to ordering then! Warning, though, the bartender IDs," Winnie told her as Riley hailed the bartender. When he came, she and Jim both ordered their drinks. Winnie was surprised when he didn't ID either of them.
"What? Why didn't he ID you guys, but he ID'd me?" She asked incredulously.
"I told you, it's because you're short," Bones told her, his glass poised at his lips.
"Aw, little Win-Win getting ID'd. What's it like being shorter than a Keebler elf?" Jim teased his little sister, throwing his arm around her shoulders. The glare that she threw his way could have killed, that was if looks could kill.
"I am average height in these heels!" She complained before pouting.
"Yeah, yeah, sure. Whatever you say short stack," Jim grinned, taking his drink as the bartender brought it to him, "whatever helps you sleep at night!"
A couple of hours in and too many drinks to count later, Winnie was just coming off of the dance floor. She was laughing as she stumbled her way towards Bones, who had made himself home at the bar. He wasn't one for dancing, no matter how many times Winnie or Riley tried to drag him out onto the dance floor.
"Boooones, you are missin' so much fun!" Winnie giggled, grabbing a half empty glass off of the bar. She downed the rest of its contents before turning around to lean against the bar and look back out at the makeshift dance floor that the bar had set-up for that night. Jim and Riley were both still out there, and Winnie grinned as they danced together. It had taken Riley a considerable amount of coaxing (and alcohol) before she allowed herself to dragged out there by Winnie. When the moment struck, she left Riley and Jim to dance by themselves.
"I'm not missing it at all, darlin', I can see just fine from here," Bones told her. Winnie just rolled her eyes. "They look like they're havin' a good time out there." Bones motioned his glass towards Jim and Riley in the crowd.
"Yeah, I'm really hoping a slow song comes on next. I didn't put so much effort on getting them to dance together for them not to play a slow song," Winnie said. Bones let out a chuckle.
"She really is enamored with him," Bones said, "though I can't imagine what she sees in him."
"Me either, although if I did that'd probably weird," Winnie made a disgusted face, "and he's so oblivious to it. He's… what was the sayin'? Leather? Saddles?"
"If brains were leather, he wouldn't have enough to saddle a Junebug," Bones reiterated from earlier that day.
"Yeah! That!" Winnie exclaimed, "He's super smart, but like, also super dumb." She shook her head and took the drink that the bartender had delivered to her. She finished it in one long swig. It was then that a recently released, slow paced love song started playing.
"There you go, Kirk, you got your slow song," Bones told. The two watched Riley and Jim sort of stared at each other for a moment. Riley looked like she was about to walk off the dance floor, her face pinking over slightly. Jim let out a laugh and grabbed her hand, pulling her back to dance. He said something, but neither Bones nor Winnie would make it out from where they stood. Riley had a look of surprise, horror, and happiness all rolled up into one on her face.
"They're too freaking cute," Winnie said, although her voice had lowered considerably. Bones had had a hard time making out what she said. Win let out a sigh, watching all of the couples dancing. "Hey, Bones, I think I'm gonna head out."
"Now?" Leonard questioned, placing his empty glass behind him on the bar.
"Yeah," Winnie didn't elaborate, her eyes still watching the dancers.
"Okay, I'll walk you back." Winnie finally broke her stare to look over at Bones.
"You don't have to do that, I'll be fine," she told him, but Bones shook his head.
"Not a chance." He wasn't about to let his drunk friend walk home by herself. What if someone tried to take advantage of her? Or what if she tripped because of those damn heels she was wearing and hurt herself? He wasn't risking it.
"Alright, I'll go let them know we're leaving and I'll meet you at the door," Winnie told him with a smile. Bones watched as she made her way into the crowd before he started towards the door.
"Hey, guys, Bones and I are heading out. We'll see you later," she told Jim and Riley. She didn't give them enough time to react, fearing that they might end their dance before she left.
"Y'know what totally sucks?" Winnie slurred as she and Bones finally reached the campus. She had been walking ahead of Bones, but now turned to face him. Walking backward in heels while drunk was not an easy feat, but Winnie somehow managed it.
"What sucks, darlin'?" Bones questioned. He watched her carefully, ready to catch her in the event that she tripped and fell. He kept expecting her to do so. He wasn't sure how women managed to walk around in those things, especially when the heels were so thin and so tall.
"Valentine's Day sucks!" She exclaimed, throwing her hands out. "Really, it does. Like, I've only ever had a boyfriend over Valentine's Day once and it was so underwhelming… and like every other time before and after has sucked too. I mean, is Valentine's Day good for anyone?"
"Not really," Bones told her. Winnie let out a sigh, turning back around and allowing Bones to catch up with her so she was now walking beside him. "Pam and I had a few good Valentine's Days in the beginning, but well, we all know how that turned out," Bones added after a considerable moment of silence. Winnie pursed her lips. Leonard rarely ever talked about his ex-wife. Their divorce had been particularly harsh. As he had said when they first met, she had taken the whole damn planet. And unfortunately, that also included custody over their daughter, Joanna. It was a shame.
"Well, how about this… fuck Valentine's Day!" Winnie announced loudly. Bones laughed while also trying to quiet her. He didn't need campus security coming their way to tell them to quiet down.
"I'll drink to that," Bones chuckled. Winnie's eyes lit up at what he said and she gained an extra pep in her step.
"Do you have more alcohol in your room?"
"I do," Bones told her slowly, wondering if maybe admitting that was a good idea or not.
"Can we go back to your room then? I don't really wanna go back to my room, and plus, I still have my stuff in your room," Winnie told him. She added a pout for extra effect in case he tried to say no.
"Yeah, sure," he agreed after a long pause. They were both considerably drunk at this point, and maybe it wasn't such a good idea to add more alcohol to that, but that was the beauty of being drunk. It meant that they were both still down for putting more alcohol into their body.
"Awesome!" Winnie exclaimed with a giggle. Again, Bones tried to quiet her down. They were almost at his dorm, and the few people that were still out were starting to look their way.
"So what is it you have?" Winnie asked when they had finally made it into Bones' dorm. Bones had shrugged off his jacket and attempted to throw it over his desk chair. He overshot some and it fell forward onto the seat of the chair. He didn't seem to be bothered by it, though, as he left it. A problem for another day.
He was quick to move, rummaging through his closet as Winnie began to unstrap her shoes. Slipping them off, her feet felt almost instant relief. Although she missed the height that they had given her. Bones was now almost a whole foot taller than her.
"Scotch," he said as he pulled a quarter empty bottle from the closet. Winnie grinned widely and made her way towards him, yanking the bottle out of his hands. "Hey!" She didn't stop before she unscrewed the cap and took a quick swig.
"That's good stuff," she told him as she handed it back to him. She then slipped out of her jacket as well, though allowed it to fall in the general area of her bag. "Also, I will pay you back for the drinks tonight, I promise."
"Don't worry about it darlin'," he told her before he put the bottle to his lips. Winnie just shrugged, suggesting that she'd do it anyway.
Winnie reached up and began to undo her hair from its up-do. Bones watched as her hair fell in waves past her shoulder. She shook it out, feeling more comfortable than she had moments ago. Although, she was mostly looking forward to getting out of her damn bra.
"So, what exactly makes this Valentine's Day shitty for you?" Bones asked after a while, taking another sip of the scotch.
"The guy I like doesn't like me back," Winnie admitted rather quickly as she twirled around. It was the first time she had admitted out loud that she liked Spock. Well, in the terms of what a school-child would describe as like-like.
"Your Vulcan instructor, what was his name? Spork?" Winnie paused mid-twirl when Bones said that.
"What?" She asked, her eyes wide, "How'd you know?"
"I ain't stupid, Winnie, come on," Bones told her as he handed her the bottle. She frowned, taking it from him, but not taking a sip.
"Is it that obvious?" She asked, her voice small.
"Not really," he admitted, "I'm just observant." Win let out a small hum before taking a small sip of the scotch.
"He's just so nice… and… he smells really good," Winnie admitted.
"You've smelled Spork?"
"Spock," Winnie corrected him, "and like, not directly, but… like… when I walk next to him, I can smell him." She shrugged and handed the bottle back towards him. She let out a sigh before shaking her head. "But enough of this! I don't like talking about this! It sounds pathetic; let's have some fun!"
"And how d'you plan on doing that?" Bones questioned, eyebrows raised.
"Let's dance!" She told him, reaching out to grab the hand that wasn't holding the bottle of scotch.
"Oh, no, no, no, no, I don't dance," Bones told her, "you know this." Winnie gave her signature pout.
"You're no fun," she whined, but she let go of his hand all the same, "fine, I'll dance by myself."
"There isn't even any music," Bones pointed out as he leaned against the wall, watching as Winnie twirled and jumped about.
"I don't care!" She grinned his way. He let out a low chuckle and shook his head at her antics. She danced around while Bones took another swig from the scotch before placing it down on the desk next to him.
Winnie let out a small squeak as she lost her footing. Despite being drunk, Bones was quick on his feet. He rushed forward, grabbing a hold of her. One hand caught her around her waist and the other held onto one of her hands. Winnie pursed her lips, looking up at him.
"And you said you don't dance," she said, her voice somewhat quiet.
"I don't," he told her, "I was just making sure you didn't fall on your ass."
"What a knight in shining armor," she teased, a small smile on her lips. Bones just shook his head, laughter in his eyes. Winnie began to sway, initiating a slow dance. Bones had half a mind to let go of her, but he didn't. He allowed himself to sway with her.
"That's me," he said, "ever the hero." Winnie nodded, giggling as they danced. She allowed for silence to wash over them, just swaying there with Bones. It was only after maybe ten minutes that Winnie finally spoke up again.
"Y'know," she said, "I've kinda been wondering something."
"What's that, darlin'?" Bones asked. He was so close, she could smell the alcohol on him. Or maybe she was just smelling it on herself. Win bit her lip, looking forward into Bones' chest instead of up at him.
"Nevermind," she shook her head after a moment.
"No, what is it?" He asked again. Winnie pursed her lips before taking in a deep breath. She allowed the alcohol she had previously consumed to work as some sort of liquid courage.
"I've wondered…" she stated, running her tongue over her lips. She hesitated before looking up at him. He was already looking down at her, curiosity written all over his face. "I've wondered… what this would feel like." With that, Winnie leaned up and pressed her lips to his.
It was a simple and soft kiss. Although Bones hadn't moved away, it had taken him by surprise. The two had stopped swaying and Winnie pulled away some, a soft and curious hum on her lips. Bones found himself not wanting her to and her name was on his lips formed as a question.
"Winnie?"
Winnie smiled softly as she examined his face, eyes falling back to his lips. "Leo?" She mimicked his tone. It wasn't as if Winnie never called him by his first name or even called him by that nickname, but it sounded different now. Bones found himself leaning into her as she said it.
"This isn't…"
"Leo," she said his name again and he took in a sharp breath. She was biting her bottom lip now and he couldn't take his eyes off of her mouth. He gulped. He was drunk. She was drunk. Part of him knew this wasn't a good idea. A very small part of him was trying to rationalize with himself that this was not something he should be doing or thinking… but fuck.
"Winnie I don't think…" he tried again.
"It's Valentine's Day and we're both alone," she told him, "I don't want that, Bones. I don't want to be alone right now." He continued to stare down at her but said nothing more. When he didn't, she spoke again. "Kiss me."
And he did.
Bones' arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer against him now. His fingers splayed out on the exposed areas of her back, moving upwards until his fingers were tangled in her hair.
"Leo," Winnie's voice was breathless as she parted from the kiss for a second. Bones let out a growl. She had to stop saying his name like that.
Winnie's hands found the edges of his shirt, tugging it upwards. Bones complied, allowing it to be pulled over his head. She ran her fingers lightly over his chest. Bones' breath hitched as she followed the light touches with small kisses.
"Shit," he exclaimed in a similar breathless manner. Maybe he wouldn't have been so affected if he hadn't been so drunk or maybe if it hadn't been so damn long since he had felt the touch of a woman.
Winnie was tugging him now, hands on his hips as she pushed him back towards the bed. She pushed him forward, falling on top of him. She looked down at him and her breath hitched as his hands found their way under her skirt, holding onto her bare legs. She smiled as he let out a small moan when she rolled her hips.
When she did it again, Bones couldn't help himself. He held her tightly and swapped positions so that he was now hovering over her. She stared up at him with wide green eyes before dissolving into a moan when he pressed his lips to her neck.
"Leo," she said again.
"You have to stop doing that darlin'," he growled, his lips finding her collarbone. He heard her giggle before doing it yet again.
"Leo," this time she drug it out. He let out a groan, his forehead resting on her chest.
"Winnifred, I swear to God, I'm gonna—"
"What?" She cut him off. He lifted his head so that he could look down at her. She had a smirk on her face. "What are you going to do… Leo?"
Bones' lips crashed back onto hers roughly. She let out a hum of surprise before returning his kiss. Their kisses became more urgent, more desperate. Bones' hands began to roam, tugging at her top. It was her time to comply, allowing it to be tossed somewhere into the dim room. She was more impressed, however, with his ability to undo her bra with only one hand. She was about to tell him just how impressed she had been when his mouth found her breast. She was at a loss for words.
"Fuck me," was all she could manage, surprised at the way he worked his tongue.
"I'm getting there darlin'," Bones told her, his hands moving lower. Winnie let out a mixture of a laugh and a moan. It was starting to become harder to talk… harder to even think. She let her instincts take over and allowed herself to completely give into the pleasures of the flesh.
February 15, 2257
When Leonard McCoy woke up on the morning of February 15th, the first thing he realized was that he felt like complete and utter shit. His mouth was dry, he had a horrible headache, the sunlight streaming in through his window was far too bright, and his whole body felt incredibly sore. Honestly, he felt like death and it had been a long time since he had had a hangover quite this bad.
The second thing Bones realized was that his arms were wrapped around another and someone's hair was in his face. Squinting due to the bright light of the sun, he barely could make out the other person in bed with him. He couldn't really remember the night before, but when he noticed the mass of blonde hair followed by the small form in his arms, he felt his stomach drop.
It was Winnie.
Flashes of the night before ran through his head — only small glimpses really. He remembered bringing her back to his dorm on her behest. He remembered them dancing. He also remembered a little of what had conspired between the two of them. Shit.
Slowly, Bones removed his arms from around Winnie. He hadn't wanted to wake her up. He wasn't ready to wake her up. He needed to panic a bit before he could deal with this situation. He had slept with Winnie!
Bones hesitated some as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. Winnie had moved, but it hadn't seemed like she had woken up. She made a small noise and buried her head further into the pillow. Bones let out a sigh of relief before standing. He bent down to grab some of his clothes off of the floor, carefully avoiding any of Winnie's… uh… unmentionables.
Once dressed, he began pacing. His hands found his head, racking his brain on what the hell to do. He hadn't meant to sleep with Winnie! He really hadn't. Hell, he hadn't even thought about it! Shit. Fuck. Holy fucking hell.
Bones nearly jumped ten feet in the air when his PADD went off. He felt like he was going to vomit when he saw how was calling — or maybe it was just from all the alcohol he had had last night. In any case, Bones quickly grabbed his PADD and locked himself away in the bathroom. He still didn't want to wake Winnie up, and he definitely didn't want to wake her up while he was talking on the PADD.
"Jim, hey," his voice was hoarse and the thought he really needed a drink. Water, not alcohol. He felt dehydrated. Dehydrated and panicking. What a good combination.
"Geez Bones, you look worse for wear. Have a good night, huh?" Jim laughed at the look at his best friend.
"What? No!" Bones exclaimed as if Jim could possibly know what had happened the night before. Hell, if he had known, Bones would have been dead by now. He felt sick again, vehemently not wanting Jim to know what had happened.
"Calm down McCoy, I was just kidding," Jim laughed again, "Hey, I'm actually calling because I was wondering if you had seen Winnie. Riley called saying that she apparently hadn't come home last night. I know she left with you, so I figured you might know where she was." Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.
"Uh, yeah," yeah she's sleeping in my bed, naked, "we came back to my room because she left her stuff here. We were both pretty drunk so she, uh, stayed the night." That was innocent enough. It wasn't like they hadn't all bunked in each other's rooms before. It wasn't anything new. Still, he felt like Jim could see right through him. He was starting to get really paranoid.
"Ah, so that's why you look like shit. She make you sleep on the floor, huh?"
"Yeah," Bones let out a small chuckle. He felt somewhat relieved when Jim seemed to buy it. There really wasn't any reason for him not to. Jim continued on with some small talk, but Bones wasn't really into it. He just went through the motions until Jim finally said his goodbyes and hung up. Bones stayed in the bathroom for god knows how much longer, his hands braced on the bathroom sink. He wasn't sure if he was going to vomit or pass out. Either seemed like a good option.
When neither happened, Leonard made his way out the bathroom. Winnie was still in the same position on the bed. She was lying facing away from him, her face buried in the pillow. His sheets were draped over her, one arm overtop of them. His eyes fell on her upper back, bare to him. Images from last night flashed through his head again. What in the hell was he supposed to do?
"Was that Jim?" When Winnie spoke, Leonard felt like he was going to have a heart attack. He had thought she was still asleep! He watched her as she rolled over in bed and sat up, holding the sheet close to her body. She didn't seem as panicked as he had felt.
"Yeah," was all Bones could manage. Winnie nodded, one of her hands reach up to run through her hair. She still had a look of sleep about her and she let out a yawn before speaking up again.
"Did you say anything about what happened?" Had he what? Did she really think he would have said anything to Jim of all people about what had happened?
"What, you think I only have one oar in the water? Come on," he exclaimed with a frown. Winnie just smiled and let out a small laugh.
"Alright, sorry," she chuckled. Bones took in a breath, wondering if they should talk about what had happened.
"Look, I think… maybe we should address the elephant in the room—"
"What, that we slept together?" Bones was honestly surprised by her casualness with the subject. Was he the only one panicking? There was a good reason to panic, wasn't there? Not only had he slept with a really good friend — and was absolutely terrified that that friendship might be ruined because of it — but he had also slept with his best friend's sister. That was like seriously crossing some boundaries. Boundaries he hadn't ever planned to cross. That was Jim's area. Thank god Bones didn't have a sister.
"Yeah, that." His voice had fallen flat. Winnie examined his face, not saying anything for what seemed like forever. She straightened up, still holding the sheet close to her body, and made a face that suggested okay, go for it.
"What exactly is there to say, Bones?"
"We… we…" He couldn't find himself to say it out loud.
"Slept together," Winnie finished the sentence for him.
"Yeah."
"And? We were both really drunk," she said, "And as I recall, it had been awhile since either of us had gotten laid." Winnie shrugged. Bones ran his fingers through his hair.
"You say it so casually as if sleeping with a good friend is nothing."
"Well, it's not like I make a habit of it or anything, but it happened. I don't know what else to tell you." There really wasn't anything else she could say about it. Bones knew it was true, but it still felt… weird. What if this changed everything?
When he didn't say anything, Winnie patted the spot on the bed in front of her. Hesitantly, Bones moved forward and lowered himself onto the bed, facing her. She examined his face again, one hand reaching out to cradle his face. She couldn't help but think about the feeling of his stubble against her soft hand. Winnie smiled some before she leaned forward, pressing her lips to his. After a moment, she pulled away and examined his face yet again.
"Did you feel anything?" She asked him. He stared at her for a moment, considering what to say. Neither option seemed like a good thing to say, but he had to pick one. He opted for the truth.
"No," Bones admitted. Winnie just smiled again.
"Me neither. I don't think we have to worry about anything. We slept together, yes, but nothing is going to change between us," Winnie told him, lowering her hand from his face. There was a feeling of relief from both parties. Winnie then gathered the sheet around her and hopped off of the bed.
"Also, just, wow. I guess I should have known, you being a surgeon and all that, but damn… you really know how to work your fingers," Winnie laughed, throwing a wink Bones' way. He couldn't help but shake his head, chuckling now. The panic he had felt earlier was starting to subside. "You're a really good lay, Leo."
Bones let out a groan this time, falling forward onto his bed and hiding his face. "Don't make this any more awkward than it already is Winnie," his voice was muffled by his mattress. He heard Winnie laugh before the door to the bathroom closed.
He stayed like that for a while before he finally sat up, running his hands over his face. His eyes found their way to Winnie as she came out of the bathroom, dressed in the sweats she had been wearing the day before when she first arrived at his room. She tossed his sheet his way and he was half heartedly caught it.
"What do we do about the others?" Bones asked then. Winnie pursed her lips, picking up her clothes from the night before.
"We don't do anything," she told him, "it's not like they're going to be able to tell. The only way they're going to find out is if we tell them, and I have absolutely no plans on doing that. Do you?"
"Not if I value my life," Bones murmured, causing Winnie to laugh again.
"Look, Bones," she said after a moment, moving over to him. She stood between his legs, looking down at him with a smile. "This is one of those moments that… that we just don't talk about. But I don't mean that in a mean way, you know? It's just… I don't know. But it's also not something that we just forget about because it did happen. And it's fine." Win leaned down and pressed her lips to his forehead before moving away from him and grabbing her bag.
"And hey, Leonard?" She turned back towards him, "You ever need to get some relief again, you know where to find me." She threw another wink his way. Bones shook his head, laughing once more. He couldn't help but think, maybe in another universe, this might have worked out in a romantic way, but it was okay that it didn't here.
"Get on outta here," he told her while still laughing. She smiled and saluted him.
"Aye, aye Captain!" And with that Bones was left alone in his room. He fell back onto his bed, closing his eyes and taking in a deep breath. Jesus Christ. He was going to avoid alcohol for a very long time.
Winnie let out a yawn as she made her way towards her dorm. She felt like crap. The hangover was starting to hit her and all she wanted to do was crawl into her bed and sleep for days. First, though, she had to make it there.
"Cadet Kirk." Winnie was caught off guard when she heard a familiar voice. She turned to the side, her eyes widening as Spock came to a stop next to her.
"Commander Spock," her voice cracked. She cleared her throat, hoping that he hadn't noticed. If he had, he didn't make it known.
"You look a little ill, are you feeling alright?" All the confidence she had had earlier when talking with Bones was gone. She felt very nervous. She felt there was something sort of funny about that. She hadn't been nervous when she talked to Bones about them freaking sleeping together but put her in front of Commander Spock and she became a wreck.
"I'm fine. I just… had a rough night," she told him, a small smile gracing her face for a moment.
"I see," Spock said, "Well, I just wanted to tell you that my mother was very pleased with seeing you yesterday. She insisted I give you this." Spock held out a piece of paper. Winnie took it and Spock told her it was her number. She seemed very adamant about actually staying in contact.
"Oh, thank you," she told him, looking down at the number before putting it in her pocket.
"I am sorry if it seems too forward of her, but she is only human." Winnie laughed, which confused Spock some.
"It's okay, Spock, really. I'm only human too, and I enjoy speaking with your mother." Spock nodded.
"Commander Spock!" A voice called out from behind Spock. Spock turned some and Winnie looked passed him to see Uhura making her way towards them.
"Excuse me, it seems that I am needed," Spock turned back to Winnie for a second. He bowed his head, "Have a wonderful day, Winnifred, I hope you feel better."
Winnie watched as Spock met up with Uhura. They stopped, speaking for a moment, before walking off together. There was something about it that made Winnie's stomach fall, although she honestly couldn't really place it. Was she… jealous? No, she couldn't be. And why would she be jealous? There wasn't anything to be jealous of as far as she was aware.
Shaking her head, Winnie continued on her way back to her dorm. It was a relief when the door slid open. She made a beeline for her bed, dropping her bag just before she reached it.
"There you are," Riley said from her own bed. She was sitting with her back against her headboard, drinking a mug of something. Winnie assumed it was tea, probably something to help whatever hangover symptoms Riley was feeling.
Winnie let out a groan as she fell onto her bed. "I am so hungover," she told her best friend. Riley laughed.
"I feel you. I woke up feeling like shit," Riley said.
"Jimmy didn't stay here with you or anything?" Winnie asked, a smirk on her face.
Riley's face turned red instantly. "What? No, why would he?" Winnie laughed, crawling under her covers.
"Just wondering, you guys were getting pretty cozy during that slow song last night," Winnie teased. Riley hid her face with her mug, her lips pursed against the warmth of it.
"It wasn't like that," she said softly before shaking her head of whatever she was thinking. She lowered her mug, turning back to her friend and asking, "So you stayed at Bones last night?"
"Yeah," Winnie told her, turning her head so that she was facing the brunette. She allowed Riley to change the subject. She didn't want to embarrass her any further.
"It's like you just did the walk of shame without any shame," Riley commented, laughing. Winnie smiled, laughing along with her.
"Yeah, right?" She chuckled. She couldn't help but think if only she knew.
Author's Note:
Wow. So, uh. That happened. Lol, I've actually had this planned for like… a year now. I always planned to have Bones and Winnie close and then one day I thought, "Shit, what if they had actually slept together once… or maybe a few times" and then I came up with this. I didn't want them to be in like a relationship or anything, because while they love each other, it's nothing like that. I figured if they ever did get together, it would be more of a casual thing than anything else and yeah. So, here we go. And like Bones thought, maybe in another universe (and not the original universe mind you) they might have gotten together romantically, but it's not really destined for them. Winnie's got someone else in her future. But there are no hard feelings between the two in the slightest. Also, let's all appreciate Bones' mild panic as he realizes he had sex with Winnie and her twin brother is currently calling him on his PADD. xD
Also, also, can we please appreciate that this chapter is 9256 words long! It totally blows my Christmas chapter out of the water. Damn. And I'm also kind of surprised at how quickly I churned this out. Well, we've got three more chapters of the academy days and then we're back to the movie! I can't wait, honestly. I hope my inspiration doesn't make me take forever to write the next couple of chapters.
(And in case you couldn't tell, I found a site of sayings for Bones. Fingers crossed he sounded more in-character this chapter and for chapters to come!)
There's no question at the end of this fic, and the only other thing I have left to say is: thank you to everyone who reads, favorites, follows, and reviews! I love you guys.
xoxo
