Star Trek Reader Inserts

Lullaby - McCoy

"Daddy!"

McCoy searched everywhere for the little girl that called for him. But it was hard to see through the fallen ship parts and the glare of the red alert lights blinking in his face. Smoke and debris made it difficult for him to see more than a few feet in front of him. The ship shook and he winced as he crashed against metal shards. Blood seeped from open wounds and his head spun. But he couldn't stop now. Not when he was so close. 

He could hear her scream and his heart stopped. Frantically, he pushed and pulled his way through the wreckage only to hear her call for him from another part of the ship.

"DADDY!"

He winced as blood seeped through his clothes and onto his hand that pressed against his wound. With every bit of energy, he had left he called out. "Clara! Where are you?"

He heard the scampering of little feet and then her voice came again. "DADDY HURRY UP!"

Leonard tried to take a step forward but his wound was getting worse. He collapsed to the ground with a groan. His eyes grew foggy and his hearing started to fade.

"Daddy! Why can't you help me?"

Tears pricked at his eyes as he reached out blindly, his voice just above a whisper. "I'm sorry Clara...Daddy is just too tired right now."

"But daddy I need help!" Her little voice echoed off the walls.

But before he could even muster up the energy to speak another voice floated through the halls, a voice that made his heart leap.

"Dearest, your father is tired. Let him rest."

Leonard found his eyes slowly closing as your voice washed over him. Suddenly he felt a hand on his cheek, a little tiny one.

"Sorry, daddy. Mommy helped me this time. You can sleep now."

He felt your hand on his hairline, stroking it like you always did. Oh, how he wished he could just take you into his arms. "Rest dear, I have her."

And like a wave over the shore, McCoy was taken off into the darkness the voices of his two girls guiding him home.

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Leonard woke with a start. Rubbing his face he looked around. He was in his bed the lights were dim and it was eerily quiet. That is until he heard a loud screaming laugh come from the other room followed by your urgent shushing. Damn those nightmares.

Slowly he got himself up out of bed, taking a deep breath and reminding himself that those nightmares were nowhere near reality. Leonard walked out of his room and turned to follow the voices of his wife and child bickering over being quiet and letting daddy sleep.

"Dearest you know he needs his sleep. If you need me to help you wipe after using the potty don't scream like you're dying, least of all to your tired father."

"But he said he would wipe this time."

Leonard smirked. So she was calling for him. To be wiped. He came to stand at the doorway of his daughter's little room where you sat on the corner of her bed as Clara snuggled under her blanket. You leaned forward to brush some hair out of her face but your very pregnant belly made that movement somewhat difficult. He found it adorable when you struggled to do simple tasks.

"I know. Maybe he can make you breakfast when you wake up."

Clara's face lit up and her head nodded quickly making her pigtails bounce. "OH yes, please! Can he make my favorite pirate's treasure."