InsaneJournal

Who: Elizabeth and Leonard
What: Coming home and discussing recent events
Where: Leonard’s house
When: Early April
Rating: High, trigger warning
Status: Complete



Elizabeth watched out the window as the world flew by. It was late, or early depending on how you looked at it, but she’d been on a flight from Russia for the last thirty one hours, including an eight hour stopover in London Heathrow so really time had lost all meaning.

As the taxi driver pulled up to the familiar driveway, she swallowed down her sense of trepidation while gazing up at the front door. She almost gave into it and told the driver to take her home, but she knew she couldn’t run away again. It hadn’t helped to run away to Russia, despite the perfect timing of the job. She desperately missed Leonard while she was away. Every minute of everyday and apparently she couldn’t hide that something was wrong. Eventually someone had taken her aside and suggested she go home, at least for a little while to recover.

Now here she was, paying the taxi driver and picking up her bags as she prepared to head into the house. Using her key, she opened Leonard’s door and let herself into the hallway. Leaving all her bags in the hall, she re-secured the front door and moved through the house quietly until she came to Leonard’s bedroom door.

Hesitatingly pushing the door open, she let out a breath she hadn’t realised she’d been holding as soon as she saw him. She smiled a watery smile and moved into the room, removing her heels and jacket as she went. Managing to keep the tears at bay, she lay down next to him, molding herself to his back and wrapping an arm around his middle while burying her face in his shoulder and breathed in his scent.

McCoy had been deeply asleep, but not dreaming. It wasn’t the door that made him stir, but the feel of her weight on the bed, then her body molding against his. He gave a little sigh as he stirred and blinked his eyes open in the darkness. “...Lizzie?”

"Hey," She whispered back, voice trembling as she lifted up to look at his face over his shoulder. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," she smiled softly, eyes running over his face and fingers stroking against his stomach.

McCoy shook his head a little and turned, rolling onto his back so he could look up into her eyes. He was worried about her, but he didn’t want to make too much of a fuss. One of his hands came up to cup her cheek, his fingers playing in her hair. “...it’s okay. I’m glad you did.”

She smiled and closed her eyes as he played with her hair. "I came straight here from the airport. I needed to see you," she told him.

“I’m here.” He said, and lowered his arm to wrap it around her. His eyes fell closed again, and sleep tugged at his brain. He cuddled her closer against his side. “How was your flight?”

“Flights plural,” Elizabeth groaned miserably as she snuggled in against his side, tucking her head under his chin. “Long, tiring and I have no idea what the actual time is anymore, just that it’s dark outside,” she sighed as she relaxed against him, fingers gently running back and forth over his stomach. “And you’re warm,” she smiled and nuzzled against him a bit more. “I missed you,” she told him quietly after a little while. “So much.”

McCoy gave a sleepy nod and a yawn, then turned just a bit and snuggled closer against her. “Well, I’ve got a clock if you want to know the time.” He kidded, then pressed a kiss against her hair. “I missed you, too.”

"I don't need to, as long as I'm here it doesn't matter," Elizabeth replied softly, gazing into the darkness over his chest. Her fingers still running back and forth over his front caught on the hem of his shirt and pulled it up somewhat. She took a deep breath and sighed, forcing herself to relax. "The world was going crazy and all I could think about was you, Sam and Joanna. How much I missed you all but couldn't admit. And how, despite never knowing them, I missed our..." she trailed off, not able to finish. "Sorry," she murmured.

McCoy shook his head. His eyes were still closed, and he was still very, very sleepy, but he wanted to be there for her. He was listening intently, happy to hold her in his arms. They tightened around her at the mention of the baby that they lost. “You don’t have to be sorry,” he commented softly.

“I do,” Elizabeth told him, propping herself up on her elbow to gaze down at him. “I’m sorry I ran away to Russia when I should have stayed and sorted things out with you, with us. I…” she shook her head. “It was bad timing, but I should have been stronger. I should have stayed, I’m sorry,” she sighed deeply. “I don’t remember if I even asked you how you felt after everything,” she admitted guiltily, fingers playing with a fold of his t-shirt.

McCoy opened his eyes to look up at her when she propped herself up. He frowned gently. It upset him to know that she was upset about all of this. Especially in making herself worried or anxious about how he was feeling. “You don’t need to worry about me,” he said, feeling a bit like a broken record now. “I’m more worried about you.” He’d been worried about her this whole time.

Elizabeth looked into his eyes and she gave a little smile. “I'm…” she gaped for a second and shook her head, suddenly feeling unable to lie to him. “I’ve been better,” she admitted quietly, dropping her gaze from his. “I don’t...sleep well when I’m away from you it seems,” she gave a little laugh, feeling her eyes start to fill with tears. “And the food over there is just awful,” she tried to joke about her weight loss and exhaustion, but her voice caught in her throat as she did and a tear fell from her eye.

McCoy turned a little and re-wrapped his arms around her to pull her body flush against his. He wasn’t looking for anything physical tonight--anything more than holding her, anyway--he just wanted her to feel secure. Safe. Loved. That’s all he ever wanted for her. “You should consider staying here with Joanna and me for a little while.”

"That would be nice," Elizabeth replied quietly, snuggling into him again, throwing an arm over his chest and holding on to him. "Are you sure Joanna wouldn't mind?" she asked and then another question came to mind. "Did you...have you told Joanna? About what happened?" she kept her head on his chest, not knowing which answer would be better.

“No.” McCoy responded, quietly. “I didn’t tell her. She wouldn’t mind if you want to stay here. I’ll think of something to tell her.” He wasn’t sure he wanted to talk to his daughter about miscarriage. Not at this point in her development. “She’s very fond of you.”

"Ok, if you're sure," Elizabeth replied, letting out a sigh and pressing a kiss to his clothed shoulder. "I love you," she told him.

“I love you,” McCoy responded. “Try and get some sleep.” She was safe there with him. They could lay together until morning, resting and relaxing, gathering up their energies for another long day.