Oh, What One Must Endure
Parts: 1 (1/1)
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Summary: Summary: In response to Janet's challenge to "write
a story where Leonard comes home drunk", <EG> This little
vignette is part of the Bonded Souls series and is set within that
lovely summer covering "Gathering Together" and "Memories
Archiving: Cool- if you want to- please let me know.
Feedback: Yes please! All comments are welcome
Author's Note: HUGE thanks as always to Janet for her BETA. I grovel
at thy feet <G>.
Oh, What One Must Endure
Spock set aside the data padd he was reading and sighed softly,
not entirely able to suppress the surge of irritation rising in
him. He had been waiting in their living room now for over three
hours, long past the hour of eleven P.M, which Leonard had originally
promised would be his time of return.
was late. Very late.
was typical of his evenings out with Montgomery Scott. He felt a
brief surge of regret that he did not accept Leonard's invitation
to join them. His mate was always less inclined to become inebriated
if Spock was in attendance at these sessions of obscure Human male
bonding. However, tonight Spock had simply wished to stay at home
and spend some time in his own company.
appreciated the silence. It was not that he did not adore his Human
mate, for indeed he did. It was just that sometimes, a Vulcan needed
his own space. Leonard understood. It was one of the reasons he
would agree to meet in town with Scotty whenever the engineer was
visiting at the nearby college. It was one of the reasons why Spock
was happy enough to let him go.
but the price for these brief moments of solitude...
heard the ground car long before the lights of the vehicle bathed
the front windows of the house's lower level. There was a brief
sound of breaks as the car pulled up outside, the slam of a passenger
side door, then a brief flurry of gravel and a rapidly fading mechanical
growl as the ground car drove away.
Thanks f'drivin' me home, Uhura! Byeeeee!"
treads up the front porch steps then...
"Ooof! God *Dammit*! <BURP>"
waited while the usual scrabbling sounds emanated from the other
side of the front door.
mutterings, "Son of a bi... why d'they make these <HIC>
damn things so damn *small*? <BURP>".
Spock rose to his feet and opened the door to the sight of his beloved,
key in hand, bent nearly double in an effort to focus on the key
lock. Blue eyes, somewhat bleary, looked up at him.
door was *unlocked*, Leonard," Spock advised him.
grinned. "Hiya bew-ful. <HIC>"
vented another soft sigh and reached out to steady his wavering
mate. "Please come inside, Leonard. I have made coffee for
leaned against him in a haze of warm love and whisky fumes. "Aw,
thans, bew-ful. Y'know you're <HIC... BURP> you're too g't'me."
dragged him, bent over his arm like a wet sack, into the living
area and allowed him to slither down on to the sofa.
the sound of insane giggling, Spock moved into the kitchen and poured
Leonard a mug of black coffee. He spent only the briefest moment
in contemplation before deciding to take the whole pot back out
He set the mug on the low coffee table, within easy reach of the
pickled Human. "Please drink this."
sweethar... just lemme get m'shoes off. <GRUNT...OOF>"
watched him struggle for a moment before brushing his hands out
of the way, undoing the laces and sliding the shoes off his mate's
blinked. "Well, Huh! I thought I wuz wearin' slip-ons."
your coffee, Leonard," Spock said firmly.
paused in the act of reaching for his mug. "You mad at me,
bew-ful?" His blue eyes were soulfully sad.
Leonard," Spock replied. "Why would I have any cause to
be discontented with you?"
because you are three hours late, and inebriated to near incoherence."
looked up at him, his impish face repentant, big blue eyes beseeching
forgiveness. He looked in fact, so adorable at that moment, that
Spock had to actively remind himself that he *was* in fact vexed
with his mate. That was one of the major problems with these incidents.
A drunken Leonard McCoy was an undeniably appealing creature.
Spock." Leonard reached for his mug again, missed it, shut
one eye and successfully completed the maneuver.
will be come the morning Leonard, trust me," Spock said softly.
looked happily up at him from his coffee contemplation. "Wha?"
<BURP>, OK." He spent some time draining his mug while
Spock settled into an armchair and patiently waited, bracing himself
for what would come next. He knew it would only be a matter of time...
eyes caught his, an unmistakable gleam shining within them.
what, bew-ful?" Leonard leered at him, setting down his mug
and slipping off the sofa to crawl across the floor to him. "You
are one *sexy* Vulcan."
am pleased that you think so, Leonard," Spock replied in a
Leonard made his way up the Vulcan's lower legs, coming to rest
with his chest braced against Spock's knees. "Oh yeah, Ah'sure
do. Y'know what I thought about *all* night, tonight?"
can not imagine."
Leonard grinned lopsidedly and held his hands up, flexing them a
few times. "It's so damn gripa...<HIC>...ipable."
brow shot ceiling wards. "Gripabibble?"
rolled his eyes. "Grip-a-ble," He said with exaggerated
care. "*Gripable*! Your ass is gripable, Spock. Anyone ever
tell you that your ass is <BURP> gripable?"
Leonard. You did. The last time you came home inebriated."
that, Leonard plunged on, now caught up with a highly alcoholic
and from experience, ultimately unproductive wave of sudden arousal.
"Do me, Spock. Take me upstairs an'... an'... g'me nekked an'
make me scream till m'eyes bug out!"
sighed. "Normally, Leonard, I would be moved beyond words by
such an eloquent appeal, however, in this case I fear..."
don'love me?" Leonard's eyes misted. To Spock's outward disapproval,
but inward amusement, he actually pouted. "You don' <HIC>
love me d'ya?"
course I do, beloved," Spock said patiently. "It is merely
my previous experience that the moment your head touches the pillow,
you invariably pass out."
t'nigh' bew-ful." Leonard shook his head. "T'nigh' I'm
hot and ready to roll."
heaved another sigh. Honestly, the things he had to endure...
well." He picked Leonard up and carried him easily up the stairs,
entering their softly lit bedroom and depositing him on the bed.
point seven seconds later, the soft sounds of drunken snoring echoed
through the room.
Spock moved into the bathroom and prepped a hypo spray for his mate,
setting it back out by the bed for the inevitable moment come tomorrow
morning where an effective and immediate hangover cure would be
with some marginal adjustment to his boneless bondmate, he slipped
under the covers and closed his eyes.
A HOTEL CORRIDOR - SOMEWHERE BACK IN TOWN.
Scotty tapped on the door again. "Nyota love? M'sorry pet!
Can I come back in? Please love?"
The kind that can only be generated by a really ticked off female
who had been dragged from her bed at one thirty A.M to drive a drunken
He tapped again, ever hopeful. "I cannae sleep in the *hallway*,
Nyota, be reasonable! Love? Pet?..."