leonard mccoy (adoctordamnit) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-09-14 16:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, elizabeth weir, leonard mccoy |
Who: Elizabeth Weir and Leonard McCoy
When: Middle of August
Where: His office
What: Discussing their ‘problem’
Rating/Warning: Low/None, pregnancy scare results come back negative
Status: Complete
Elizabeth walked through the corridors of the hospital, quickly making her way to Leonard’s office. She forced a smile to the occasional person she caught eyes with as she walked, but otherwise didn’t engage them in any other kind of contact. She knocked on his door when she reached it, but heard nothing in response and when she found the door locked, she sighed heavily, resting her forehead against the door for a few seconds. Hoping that he would return soon, she sat down on the seating outside his office and crossed her arms and legs, glancing up and down the corridor as she silently compelled him to arrive. Knowing it was no use, she took a deep breath and forced herself to stop bobbing her leg up and down and pulled out the book she had in her handbag and forced herself to focus on the pages.
McCoy was held over in surgery. Sometimes things took a little longer than expected, and he had to make sure things were done right. After all, he’d rather take an extra ten minutes and fix things up now, rather than have to go back in later and correct his rushed job. And he told all of his surgeons the same. Take your time, do it right. Of course, that was assuming that someone’s life wasn’t on the line.
He came down the hall giving a little sigh, still in his scrubs but clean. “Sorry. I hope you weren’t waiting long.” He said, finally reaching her, and lowering both hands down to help her out of the chair and into his arms.
Elizabeth felt relief flood through her when she saw him coming down the corridor and when he reached for her she went to him willingly. She put her book to one side and wrapped herself around him, head lying on his chest as she finally let herself breathe properly. "It's ok, I've not been here long," she told him, holding him a little tighter. "Is everything ok?"
“Everything’s fine. Surgery just went long.” McCoy said, holding her against him, tightly, his strong arms around her small body. “Are you all right?” He asked, more concerned about her than anything else.
Elizabeth let out a weak laugh at that. "That's a loaded question," she remarked. 'Better now I'm here though," she pulled back a little and smiled at him. "Could we...?" she nodded to the office, arms still around him.
“Of course.” McCoy moved over to unlock his office and then pulled the door open for her to step through. He closed it behind them once they were both inside, then started to strip off the scrubs he was wearing. (He was clothed underneath.) “Can I get you anything?”
"No," Elizabeth answered as she moved to lean against the desk to watch him take his scrubs off. She couldn't help her eyes catching on flashes of skin as his shirt rode up slightly. She smiled at the thought of touching him again and the irony of how that was how they had arrived in this situation to begin with. "No, I'm ok thanks," she smiled. "Well, not ok I guess, that's why I'm here but I...I just needed to talk to you," she admitted, waiting for him to come to her.
“I’m here.” He finished removing his scrubs and moved back to her. He was in his slacks and a white undershirt now, the scrubs discarded into a bin for the hospital laundry. After moving quickly to her side, he wrapped one arm down and around her waist. “You’re going to be fine. We’re going to be fine.”
She sighed and wrapped her arms around his middle, leaning her head on his shoulder as she nodded. After a quiet minute, she spoke in a small voice. “I brought the test I did this morning with me,” she pulled away from him slightly. “I haven’t looked at it yet, couldn’t look at it without you there,” she admitted then sighed as the worry from earlier returned. Her earlier talk with Esme had settled her mind some, but she still worried about how he would react if it was positive and even if it were negative, what he wanted in the future with her.
“You’re supposed to look at the test after you take it,” McCoy said, gently. “I don’t know how accurate the results are this late afterward. But we can always get you a new one. Or run a blood test, if you want.” He kissed her forehead.
“I know,” Elizabeth gave a little laugh. “I just...couldn’t do it on my own,” she told him. “Sorry,” she sighed. She’d never done anything like this before and she’d already messed it up.
“Hey. It’s okay.” McCoy lifted his hands to cup her face, holding her cheeks gently under her palms. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her forehead, then the tip of her nose, then her lips. “Come with me.” And he released her, so they could go get a test.
It wasn’t far down the hall to the nurse’s supply station. McCoy used a key card to get in, then rummaged for a minute before finding what he was looking for. It was just a tiny stick--looked like a match stick--in a small, sealed, clear plastic bag. He held it out to her. “Hold the white end, put the other end in your urine stream.” He said. “The bathroom’s across the hall.”
Elizabeth couldn’t help the quirk of a smile that as she took the test from him. “Yes Doctor,” she said primly, moving past him and to the bathrooms. Shutting herself in a cubicle, she was glad to find the room empty. She took a deep breath and sighed before opening the test.
She stepped out of the bathroom without having looked at the result, only wiping it down, hoping to find Leonard there.
McCoy blushed when she called him Doctor. He gave a soft chuckle along with a soft shrug of his shoulders, that said well, I am a doctor damn it afterall, and then he watched her go.
He was leaning against the wall when she came out. One of the nurses nearby was wandering away, having just asked him a question about a patient. He perked up considerably when she came out. “Well?”
She looked up and down the corridor shyly, before taking his hand and encouraging him to go back to his office. Shutting the door behind them, she moved over to his desk and set the test down on it’s surface without looking at it. She turned to him and pushed her hair back from her face as she took a deep shaky breath. “Leonard, what if it’s positive? Do you...want…?” she trailed off uncertainly, shaking her head slightly. It was very rare that she was lost for words.
It didn’t take long for them to get back to McCoy’s office. Once inside he waited while she shut the door and put the little test down on the desk. A soft frown crossed his features, and he moved to wrap one arm down and around her. “Let’s cross that bridge when we come to it.” He said, and he lifted his hand to gently move her hair behind her ear.
Though, after his conversations with Watson and Jim, he was fairly confident what he’d do if that test came up positive.
She gazed up at him, trying to take some of his perceived strength for her own. She leaned in, running her hand along the line of his jaw to cup his cheek as she kissed him firmly and swiftly. Resting her forehead against his, she took a breath and reached for the test, bringing it between them so they could look at it together. "What does it mean?" Elizabeth asked quietly with a frown, having no experience with tests she didn't know how many lines meant what.
He returned her kisses, being as supportive as he could. He didn’t want her to freak out. He wasn’t really freaking out anymore. He had a plan in his own head, but he didn’t want to scare her with the details until it was absolutely necessary. And then she brought the test between them, and McCoy reached for a tissue from his desk to take it from her. “It’s negative.” He said, softly. “There’s always a possibility that it’s a false negative test. We can take another one in a week or so, but… that should give you some peace.” His voice was more clinical than emotional. He was a little relieved, and a tiny bit disappointed.
She gazed up at him as he took the test from her, tears in her eyes as his words sunk in. "I...I..." She shook her head slightly at him before giving a quick silent laugh "I can't help but feel a little...relieved," she told him honestly. "But I..." she bit her lip and sighed as she stepped in close to him and laid her head on his shoulder with her arms wrapped around him. She closed her eyes and breathed in his comforting scent. When had he become so important to her?
“I know.” McCoy wrapped his arms down and around her and held her tightly against him. “I know how you feel.” Kinda. Sorta. He assumed he knew how she felt. Relieved but a little sad. A little disappointed. There was a bit of hope that came along with the fear of pregnancy.
“I talked to a complete stranger about this today,” she told him quietly, hands stroking his back gently. “She just sat down and asked me if I was alright,” she shrugged a little against him. “She must have seen I was upset and I just...started talking,” she sighed as they started to rock gently. “I’d never really entertained the possibility before, I’ve always had my career and the men I’ve been with have been too busy with theirs, so to have it suddenly being a possibility was...frightening,” she told him honestly. “And I didn’t know how you’d react,” she pulled back a little to look at him, arms still around his waist. “What would you have done if it were positive?”
“Honestly?” McCoy asked, looking down into her eyes as she pulled back enough to look at him. “I would have been excited. A little terrified, of course, but…” There was still a tiny chance (very, very tiny) that it was a false negative. But it was small. He wasn’t counting on it. “After talking to Jim, I realized what I want.” You, his eyes seemed to say. I want you. “Joanna is the best thing that ever happened in my life. And to have another child? Give Joanna a brother or sister? Seems like a pretty good idea to me.”
Elizabeth gazed up at him as he spoke and stood speechless for a second when he finished. She reached up and touched his face with the fingertips of both hands, running them up the line his jaw to hold his face in her hands. “What did I ever do to deserve you?” she asked quietly with a small shake of her head. She leant up on her toes and kissed him lovingly and at length, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as she deepened their kiss.
He didn’t bother responding. McCoy simply slid his arms around her, pulled her flush against him, and kissed her deeply. One of his hands tangled in her hair, the other moved down to her hip, her backside. He gave a soft chuckle against her lips after a moment and drew back enough to speak. “Devil woman. I’ve got to get back to work you know.”
She grinned at his words, slowly pressing her lips to his again and pressing herself fully against him so he could feel her curves. She felt like something had broken between them, that she felt they were on a level playing field emotionally right now. Stroking her fingers through his hair and raking her nails gently on his scalp while she kissed him slowly and deeply. She reluctantly pulled away at length, leaning her forehead against his and leaving their noses rubbing gently. "Can you come over tonight? We should probably talk some more," she smiled and wriggled her hips against him. "Among other things,,," she trailed off suggestively, kissing him again slowly.
McCoy returned all of her kisses, running his hands slowly up and down her back. “I’ll be by when I’m done here. But I can’t stay. Joanna’s got some… soccer… somethingorother. Dinner.” He paused. “Maybe you can come over soon. To meet her.”
Elizabeth stepped back to look at him in surprise but not far enough that his hands left her body. "Really? You're sure?" she asked him quietly. Meeting his daughter was a huge step. It meant that he wanted her around like a permanent fixture and the realisation brought tears to her eyes.
“I’m sure.” McCoy brought his lips to hers for a gentle, kiss, then released her. “I’ll look at our schedule and figure out when she’s actually going to be home for dinner.” He said, giving Elizabeth a smile. “And we’ll order pizza.”
"Thank you, Leonard," Elizabeth hugged him fiercely, closing her eyes at the feel of him against her. She pressed a gentle kiss to his temple before pulling back and stroking his cheek. "I...would really like that," she grinned before taking his face between her hands and pulling him in for another gentle kiss. She pulled back to look up at him, feeling a little worried about meeting her. Her thumbs were stroking the patch of skin below his ears as she took breath to ready herself for inevitably, reluctantly having to leave him.
McCoy stole kiss after kiss, wanting her to feel safe, secure, wanted, loved. Because he did love her. He was considering it, thinking about it, as he was debating what he’d do if that test came back positive. And he knew what he’d do. He knew in his heart that he’d treat her right. It was terrifying, sure, but he wanted her more than the power that the fear had over him. He finally pulled back. “I have to get back to work.” He whispered, breaking into a grin.
Elizabeth grinned back and bit her lip as she thought about it. “Ok,” she said reluctantly, pressing a lingering, gentle kiss against his lips gently. She stepped back, resting her hands on his chest. “I’ll see you later then,” she picked up her handbag and headed out the door, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek.