AN: Chapter 2! It feels good to write a chapter fic, no matter how short the chapters are. It's the little triumphs like this that get me through the day. =) This chappie features McCoy. I got a little carried away so it's a little longer than the last chapter, but who's counting?

Disclaimer: Do I own Star Trek? Nope. Do I want to? Not at all. Do I want Mr. Quinto? Now that's an entirely different story. ;P

2. Love and War

McCoy had loved her. He knew this for a fact. If he hadn't, he'd have never married her in the first place. But as it was, something had gone wrong, he just wished he'd knew what.

It had started off easy enough, he was a med student and she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. They fell in love instantly, got married instantly, had a child instantly, and they never looked back. Everything had been perfect.

And then suddenly, the perfection was gone. They still loved each other sure, but somewhere along the line they had fallen out of love with each other. The spark was gone.

And then she cheated on him.

She'd told him immediately after it had happened, and wanted him to know that she didn't do it out of spite or hatred of him and he believed her. But the fact of the matter was, she'd done it, and they finally had to admit that the marriage was falling apart.

The decision to get a divorce was one of the hardest decisions he'd ever had to make. Not so much because of his feelings for his soon-to-be-ex wife, but because it meant he'd lose his daughter, and that thought he couldn't bear.

In the end, his wife won custody and to this day McCoy couldn't forget the war they'd raged with each other. Things had gotten brutal, both of them completely ignoring the fact that they once shared a love so pure and innocent, that they were able to create the very thing they were fighting over.

The worst part was, that no matter how hard he tried to forget, he just couldn't. He remembered everything and he re-lived it all, the good, the bad, and the ugly, on this day every year.

The doctor took a sip of his scotch and hissed as the liquid burned his throat. He thought back to an old bumper sticker he'd seen many years ago on the back of an antique car from the 21st century.

"Love is like war. Easy to start, hard to end, impossible to forget."

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