Author: Keridwen
Title: Forgiven
Disclaimer: Star Trek and the people in this story belong to paramount. The events and the ideas for the back-stories for Jocelyn's and Leonard's life belong to authors Michael Jan Friedman and Brad Ferguson (Shadows on the Sun - Crisis on Centaurus) Recommended summer reading!
Chapter Four: JOCELYN
The door clanged shut, and Jocelyn took that as her chance to get off the floor. She ached all over, and it was a struggle to get to her knees.
"Aw damnit all, Leonard!" she muttered to herself. "You just had to get all riled up didn't you?"
When the unconscious Doctor failed to answer her, she became a little worried.
She turned him over and saw that his forehead had struck the wall. He was bleeding, and unconscious, but not dead.
Thank God, not dead.
She didn't think she could take that.
While she waited for him to wake up she allowed herself a moment of private thoughts. Thoughts she would only allow herself when he was either millions of miles away; or unconscious.
FIFTEEN YEARS EARLIER
She shivered in the cold.
Where was he? The Shuttle had landed fifteen minutes ago.
Jocelyn Darnell strained her neck to see over the crowds of people pouring out of the John F Kennedy intergalactic shuttle port. It was unseasonably warm for February in New York City. Clumps of snow were falling off of the trees to melt on the pavement. The natives were walking around in sweaters and jeans. The aliens from glacial planets were in shorts or other articles of clothing similar. They talked about moving to Canada in a few weeks. The Vulcans and other people from desert planets were still in long coats and hats.
Jocelyn wore her long coat and slim leather gloves, but she had been born right here on earth. Valdosta Georgia to be specific. New York was still a little cold for her tastes.
Yet, the cold didn't matter right now. What really mattered was that her boyfriend got his sorry behind out of the shuttle port so she could see him.
"I didn't wait all this time just so he could leave me out here sitting in the cold."
She sat down on a bench and shivered again.
"Jos!"
She looked up. Then she jumped up.
"Len! Over here."
Now she was standing on the bench waving her hands and shouting like a crazed person. Her coat was flapping wide open in the wind, and her long brown hair floated along with it. She was grinning from ear to ear and there were tears in her eyes.
She was the most beautiful sight Leonard McCoy had ever seen.
He waved to her and then fingered the slim box in his coat pocket. He had sworn to himself that he was going to wait a year until he proposed to her, just so they could both be sure, but hell, the wait was beginning to kill him. He would have to content himself with giving her the most spectacular necklace he could find in Atlanta; a ruby star with a gold chain.
She ran to him and he caught her in his arms.
"Oh it's so good to see ya Len."
She looked him over.
Beneath his gray overcoat he was dressed in casual khakis and a blue shirt. She loved it when he wore blue. It brought out the incredible color in his eyes.
She looked up into his face again and realized that if she didn't kiss him that very instant, she was going to bust out in tears.
He kissed her back with enthusiasm, and the trees, people, noise, and even the cold were lost to the young couple.
After breaking the kiss she held a hand to his face.
"Leonard McCoy! If you ever, and I mean EVER, leave me so alone for so long again, I'm gonna come after you. You wont even live to regret it because I'm gonna shoot you out into space without life support."
He grinned.
"Jocelyn, if I ever leave you again for so long; I'll have left life itself."
She choked back a sob. Darn if she didn't have to kiss him again.
He led her out of the crowd and under the protection of a willow tree on the edge of Trade Park. The wind had picked up again and the wisps of the willow tree blew to cover them from prying eyes.
He gave her the small box from his pocket and she looked mischievously into his eyes.
"Now what have you gone and done this time Leonard. I swear I'm going to have to buy another jewelry box because of you."
"Just open it."
She obeyed. And As soon as she was finished marveling over the gift, he slowly took it out of the box and put it around her neck.
"Leonard", she whispered against his lips. They were going for a record three-kiss reunion. "Why a star? Your gifts always mean something. Why a star?"
"Stars are a symbol of bigger things, Jos. I want you to remember when you wear this that my love is more than the stars in the galaxy."
He held her close for a long time while the sun set; shining its light on the spectacular park where the World Trade Center used to stand all those many years ago. Passers by smiled as they watched two young lovers discovered the galaxies secrets in each others hearts.
NILANA
The light in the small prison cell faded. The stars began to show in the sky. While she waited for him to wake up she stared out of the window and fingered the ruby star beneath her blouse. She rarely ever took it off. It felt warm as against her skin, giving comfort to sustain her for the long night ahead.
Title: Forgiven
Disclaimer: Star Trek and the people in this story belong to paramount. The events and the ideas for the back-stories for Jocelyn's and Leonard's life belong to authors Michael Jan Friedman and Brad Ferguson (Shadows on the Sun - Crisis on Centaurus) Recommended summer reading!
Chapter Four: JOCELYN
The door clanged shut, and Jocelyn took that as her chance to get off the floor. She ached all over, and it was a struggle to get to her knees.
"Aw damnit all, Leonard!" she muttered to herself. "You just had to get all riled up didn't you?"
When the unconscious Doctor failed to answer her, she became a little worried.
She turned him over and saw that his forehead had struck the wall. He was bleeding, and unconscious, but not dead.
Thank God, not dead.
She didn't think she could take that.
While she waited for him to wake up she allowed herself a moment of private thoughts. Thoughts she would only allow herself when he was either millions of miles away; or unconscious.
FIFTEEN YEARS EARLIER
She shivered in the cold.
Where was he? The Shuttle had landed fifteen minutes ago.
Jocelyn Darnell strained her neck to see over the crowds of people pouring out of the John F Kennedy intergalactic shuttle port. It was unseasonably warm for February in New York City. Clumps of snow were falling off of the trees to melt on the pavement. The natives were walking around in sweaters and jeans. The aliens from glacial planets were in shorts or other articles of clothing similar. They talked about moving to Canada in a few weeks. The Vulcans and other people from desert planets were still in long coats and hats.
Jocelyn wore her long coat and slim leather gloves, but she had been born right here on earth. Valdosta Georgia to be specific. New York was still a little cold for her tastes.
Yet, the cold didn't matter right now. What really mattered was that her boyfriend got his sorry behind out of the shuttle port so she could see him.
"I didn't wait all this time just so he could leave me out here sitting in the cold."
She sat down on a bench and shivered again.
"Jos!"
She looked up. Then she jumped up.
"Len! Over here."
Now she was standing on the bench waving her hands and shouting like a crazed person. Her coat was flapping wide open in the wind, and her long brown hair floated along with it. She was grinning from ear to ear and there were tears in her eyes.
She was the most beautiful sight Leonard McCoy had ever seen.
He waved to her and then fingered the slim box in his coat pocket. He had sworn to himself that he was going to wait a year until he proposed to her, just so they could both be sure, but hell, the wait was beginning to kill him. He would have to content himself with giving her the most spectacular necklace he could find in Atlanta; a ruby star with a gold chain.
She ran to him and he caught her in his arms.
"Oh it's so good to see ya Len."
She looked him over.
Beneath his gray overcoat he was dressed in casual khakis and a blue shirt. She loved it when he wore blue. It brought out the incredible color in his eyes.
She looked up into his face again and realized that if she didn't kiss him that very instant, she was going to bust out in tears.
He kissed her back with enthusiasm, and the trees, people, noise, and even the cold were lost to the young couple.
After breaking the kiss she held a hand to his face.
"Leonard McCoy! If you ever, and I mean EVER, leave me so alone for so long again, I'm gonna come after you. You wont even live to regret it because I'm gonna shoot you out into space without life support."
He grinned.
"Jocelyn, if I ever leave you again for so long; I'll have left life itself."
She choked back a sob. Darn if she didn't have to kiss him again.
He led her out of the crowd and under the protection of a willow tree on the edge of Trade Park. The wind had picked up again and the wisps of the willow tree blew to cover them from prying eyes.
He gave her the small box from his pocket and she looked mischievously into his eyes.
"Now what have you gone and done this time Leonard. I swear I'm going to have to buy another jewelry box because of you."
"Just open it."
She obeyed. And As soon as she was finished marveling over the gift, he slowly took it out of the box and put it around her neck.
"Leonard", she whispered against his lips. They were going for a record three-kiss reunion. "Why a star? Your gifts always mean something. Why a star?"
"Stars are a symbol of bigger things, Jos. I want you to remember when you wear this that my love is more than the stars in the galaxy."
He held her close for a long time while the sun set; shining its light on the spectacular park where the World Trade Center used to stand all those many years ago. Passers by smiled as they watched two young lovers discovered the galaxies secrets in each others hearts.
NILANA
The light in the small prison cell faded. The stars began to show in the sky. While she waited for him to wake up she stared out of the window and fingered the ruby star beneath her blouse. She rarely ever took it off. It felt warm as against her skin, giving comfort to sustain her for the long night ahead.