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Chapter Twenty-One

Spock and Jim headed to McCoy's quarters for the promised dinner where they could discuss what the two men wanted to do for the wedding. Jim was so excited, he was helping to prepare his best friends wedding. Well, after Spock, his best friend. They stopped in front of the doors and pressed the chime. McCoy opened the door and waved them in. "Since I know you aren't eating meat right now, it's all fruits and vegetable dishes tonight. Thought I'd be nice and eat the same since you are eating healthy for once and I don't have to nag you."

Spock lifted his brow at those words, "I am perfectly capable to keep watch over my mates health, Doctor McCoy. There is no need for you to "nag" as you put."

"It's okay, Spock. That is just how Bones shows that he cares." Jim rubbed his hand up and down his arm and projected calm to his mate.

McCoy kept quiet and led them to the table that he had set up. Scotty was already seated and waiting for them. "Capt'n," he said. "How are ye doin'?"

"Better now that I am back on the Enterprise and we are heading away from Ardana." Jim grinned at him.

"Indeed," Spock said as he helped his mate get seated.

They dished up their food and talk turned to the wedding plans. "So have you decided what you want to do?" Jim asked.

"Aye, I thought that Leonard could dress mostly in white and wear a generic tartan kilt, once we exchanged the rings, I would then place my clan's colors around him."

"That's nice. What about food and the reception?"

"I thought we could do a traditional wedding reception. There would be pipers and then the guests and bride and groom would party all night and then the couple would head to their home and the bride gets carried over the threshold and then, well ye know."

Jim coughed, "I see." He could see Bones face clouding over at the word of "bride." "And the food choices?"

"Oh, we would start with two soup choices. They would be cullen skink and cock-a-leekie. Then we would move on to a fish course, cabbie claw and smoked salmon. From there a meat course, haggis, scotch pie, and stovies. Then a vegetable course for those who canna eat meat, rumblethumps and clapshot. Fruit course, strawberries and raspberries. Oh and some wee cakes, oat and caramel shortbread as well as tha weddin cake." He looked for pleased with what he had come up with. Jim winced as he could feel anger emanating from Bones.

"So what do you want Bones?" Jim said trying to stave off an explosion. He could feel Spock tensing up next to him.

"What do I want? Well how about food that won't send the Captain into anaphylactic shock for starters. Also, I am not a God damn girl, so no I won't be wearing white. I will wear my dress uniform. No drunken party and I am not going to be carried over the threshold. That's what I fucking want!" He shouted.

"Calm down, Bones. I am sure we can discuss this."

"Aye, na need ta yell like a shrew."

"Well, get used to it. I ain't changing to make you happy. Either take me as I am or get the hell out and we'll call off the wedding."

"Now see here." Scotty stood up in anger.

"Don't you take that tone with me you damn Scotsman."

"Well, ye stop actin' like a child I wouldna have ta."

"Child, I'll give you a child, you son of a bitch."

"Hey, guys how about…" Jim started.

They both turned to him. "BUTT OUT!"

"Okay, Spock and I are going to go now." Jim grabbed Spock before he could harm the two men that yelled at him and they left them to it. Jim just shook his head.

"Son of a bitch? I'll show ya a son of a bitch." And with that Scotty grabbed him and pulled him into a deep kiss. They bit and pulled at each other in anger that gave way to passion. Scotty dragged McCoy to the bedroom and kissed him again, hard. It was all tongue and clashing teeth.

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"Now are ye willing ta talk ta me?"

McCoy sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I just don't like being referred to a bride. I'm a guy in case you forgot."

"How kin I. How about we compromise."

"Fine, how about no fish. Jim's allergic. No haggis, that is just disgusting. I know what it is. So we can do the cock-a-leekie, but be prepared for immature jokes on the name."

Scotty smirked, "Aye, I know. So, other than tha' everything else ta eat is okay?"

"Yeah, but no all night party. Remember, we are on New Vulcan. We have to show some decorum."

"Fine," Scotty said to him. McCoy gave him a sweet, slow and gentle kiss. "I'm more interested in getting to the wedding night as soon as possible. Can't do that with an all night party."

"Yer right. No all night party, just a dinner."

"Good idea, how about Jim performs that wedding."

"Aye, I'd like tha'. How soon kin we marry?"

"How about three months from now? Jim will have the babies by then and no interrupting the honeymoon."

"Oh, where do ya want to go?"

McCoy grinned at the question, he knew his love was going to like the answer. "How about the Enterprise. We can lock everyone out!"

"I like tha' way ye think, lovely." And with that he gave him another deep kiss and rolled him onto his back for another round of loving.