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Aug. 19th, 2013 07:16 pmHe wakes up and Leonard McCoy is back to normal. He's a he again.
Fucking great.
Hell, it's not to say that it isn't, because it is, but after the last few days of emotional roller-coastering that he's been on, waking up to find his dick exactly where it belongs (and thank god he'd gone to bed in a large t-shirt and pair of boxers) and Jim slumbering beside him isn't half the relief he wants it to be. See, because some change in his head made him think, for a few days, that he and Jim could have a family and he's so fucking pissed off that as soon as he wakes to sunshine, he doesn't care what time it is. He lumbers to his feet and fumbles under the bed to brush against the floorboards until he knocks against the hollow one he'd put in. He drags it loose and comes up with one of Scotty's bottles from way back when, grimacing in advance of how bad it's going to taste.
He doesn't give a damn, though. He levers himself out of bed carefully and makes sure not to disturb Jim as he wanders into the kitchen for cereal and booze; a breakfast of champions. He forcibly doesn't think about anything while he's there because he has the feeling if he thinks too long about being Lena McCoy, he might actually break down and cry right then and there.
Fucking great.
Hell, it's not to say that it isn't, because it is, but after the last few days of emotional roller-coastering that he's been on, waking up to find his dick exactly where it belongs (and thank god he'd gone to bed in a large t-shirt and pair of boxers) and Jim slumbering beside him isn't half the relief he wants it to be. See, because some change in his head made him think, for a few days, that he and Jim could have a family and he's so fucking pissed off that as soon as he wakes to sunshine, he doesn't care what time it is. He lumbers to his feet and fumbles under the bed to brush against the floorboards until he knocks against the hollow one he'd put in. He drags it loose and comes up with one of Scotty's bottles from way back when, grimacing in advance of how bad it's going to taste.
He doesn't give a damn, though. He levers himself out of bed carefully and makes sure not to disturb Jim as he wanders into the kitchen for cereal and booze; a breakfast of champions. He forcibly doesn't think about anything while he's there because he has the feeling if he thinks too long about being Lena McCoy, he might actually break down and cry right then and there.
