Disclaimer: I don't swear. McCoy does. I can't be held responsible for his mouth. And while I wish I owned Star Trek, I clearly don't. Lastly, I'm not exactly a serious Trekkie (more of a leisurely part-time Trekkie) so go easy on me if I miss something.
A/n: I saw the movie a second time this weekend and loved it, if possible, even more than the first time. I swear, it was good it could make a mega-Trekkie out of anyone. Thank you to everyone who has been awesome enough to leave a review, and also thank you to all you lurkers who story-alerted or favorited me. :D Here's part 3 - enjoy.
III
Kirk finally found him in a little known tucked away pub several miles from the academy.
"Bones, I've been everywhere. What're you doing here?" Kirk sat down beside his friend. "You were supposed to meet me almost two hours ago."
McCoy didn't answer and slowly brought the glass to his lips.
Kirk's eyebrows knit together. His friend was often dark or brooding, cynical or unsmiling, but this was different. "Bones, what's wrong?"
McCoy swallowed and his gaze went to his hand and the empty spot on his left ring finger. "Don't you know what day it is?" He slurred in a low voice.
Kirk shook his head as a sinking feeling began forming inside his chest.
McCoy grunted. "Once, a very long time ago, it was the happiest day of my life. Now it's the day where I try to drown myself in a glass and try to figure out what the hell went wrong."
Kirk studied his friend, noting how deep the sadness seemed to go. He thought that things were supposed to get easier the more time that passed, but it didn't seem to be the case for McCoy. This was yet another year where Kirk forgot about McCoy's anniversary and found him desperately drunk out of his mind. He should've remembered earlier.
McCoy buried his face in his hands. Kirk sat beside him for quite some time and pretended he couldn't tell that tears were leaking silently between McCoy's fingers. Finally, McCoy looked up at Kirk with red eyes and croaked,
"Dammit, why haven't you taken me home yet?"
A/n: Thanks for reading! Reviews are like oxygen.