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caitriTitle: Expected Learning Outcomes
Author: caitri
Rating: PG
Pairings: Kirk/McCoy (pre-slash)
Word Count: 831
Summary: Modern Day AU. Leonard McCoy is doing a Healthy LGBT Youth Program for schools as part of a practicum. He runs into a kid who just might need his help. Inspired by the Daily Captain, Daily Doctor post at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Disclaimer: I know this may come as a shock, but I am not, amazing as it may seem, Gene Roddenberry, J.J. Abrams, Paramount or Bad Robot.
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“What is this about?” Leonard is impatient and irritated, and he can’t disguise either from the put-upon looking secretary in the principal’s office.
“Please just have a seat, sir,” the woman says, not looking at him. “Principal Komack will be right with you.”
“Unbelievable.” Leonard scowls, but doesn’t sit. He’s too restless and has too damn much riding on this dog and pony show as is, so he stalks to look out the nearby, too-small window. Riverside Public is one of the most depressing-looking schools he had come across on this circuit: it’s all ugly cement, institutional sand-colored concrete, and dull-eyed kids who have accepted the herd-like mentality of their elders.
“What are you in for, man?” The boy who asks has a sullen, angry expression, cut with obnoxious self-assurance. His body language is completely closed, hands tucked into jeans, shoulders bent. His voice is disinterested but his eyes flicker curiously. “Don’t know you.”
“Name’s Leonard McCoy,” Leonard says, reaching out to shake the kid’s hand. The boy stares at the outstretched palm for a moment, then takes it; his grip is surprisingly firm, his skin dry and callused. “I’m here promoting the Healthy LGBT Youth Program. Well, supposed to be, anyway,” he adds in irritation. “They gave us the go-ahead to set up an information table with safe sex and anti-bullying flyers last month, and now I’m here and Komack is giving me the run around.”
“Yeah. Well. Look at you,” the kid says. He doesn’t explain what that means, just cocks his head to the side. “You gay?”
Leonard can’t quite read what the kid expects or wants to hear. “I’m bi, actually,” he says honestly. “I’m doing this as part of a practicum for my application to med school.”
“Yeah, well, good luck. Komack really isn’t all about the gay-friendly. Tuck your head down and keep your mouth shut—“ The boy breaks off guiltily, as if he’s said too much. He rearranges his features into a smug leer instead. “And as for the safe sex part? Go directly to Hell, do not pass go.”
“Insanity,” Leonard growls. “Y’know, it’s exactly that kind of thinking that leads to the highest teen pregnancy rates in the first world, to fools too ignorant to use condoms and then too afraid to get tested? STDs, HIV, AIDS—“
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Relax, dude, your soap box is gonna break from the pressure.” The kid looks amused, but his eyes glow with interest and—respect? He’s listening anyway. And Jesus, he has the bluest eyes Leonard’s ever seen… “If they actually let you set up shop, I might actually have to drop by. See you preaching the good word to the ignorant masses, and all that.”
Leonard winces. “I don’t like to think of it as preaching. But I do think it’s important work, especially these days. I see so many young people who have been beat down by the system, or kids who have been thrown out by their parents.” The boy jerks a little at that, and Leonard knows he’s telling someone the words they need to hear. “There’s people in this world with nothing left but their bones because of the fear and hate of others, and it’s not right.”
“You think you can do something about that?” The kid looks dubious—and now a little hopeful, too. “Even here in Asscrack, Iowa?”
“Damn right,” says Leonard, with certainty.
“Mister McCoy?” It’s the secretary. “He’s ready to see you, now.”
Leonard nods at her. “Gotta go,” he says to the kid. He feels apologetic—knows that this kid needs help, help that he can give. He pulls one of the program cards out of his pocket. “Look, take this card. It’s got numbers on it—if you need help, someone to talk to—“
“Does it have your number on it?” Blue eyes, and a slight grin.
“Mister McCoy?”
“Hold on!” he tells the secretary. He pulls out a pen, scribbling his name and number on the back. The kid makes to grab it, but Leonard holds it just out of his reach. “If you need help,” he reiterates, and then hands it over.
“I’ll keep that in mind.” The kid’s sense of cockiness has returned full force.
“You got a name, kid?” Leonard focuses on those blue eyes, which want to look so hardened to the rest of the world.
“Jim Kirk,” the kid says at last.
“Mister McCoy!”
“Well, Jim Kirk,” Leonard says much more calmly than he feels, “I hope if you need help you’ll know where to go.”
“I think I will,” Jim says. Leonard nods at him, then heads to the frustrated looking woman back at the desk, who is waving him impatiently towards a door in the back. “Good luck in there, Bones!” he hears the kid call out, and Leonard feels a little grin quirk at his lips.
No matter how this thing with Principal Komack goes, he’s helped one person today.
Author: caitri
Rating: PG
Pairings: Kirk/McCoy (pre-slash)
Word Count: 831
Summary: Modern Day AU. Leonard McCoy is doing a Healthy LGBT Youth Program for schools as part of a practicum. He runs into a kid who just might need his help. Inspired by the Daily Captain, Daily Doctor post at
jim_and_bonesDisclaimer: I know this may come as a shock, but I am not, amazing as it may seem, Gene Roddenberry, J.J. Abrams, Paramount or Bad Robot.
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avictoriangirl!“What is this about?” Leonard is impatient and irritated, and he can’t disguise either from the put-upon looking secretary in the principal’s office.
“Please just have a seat, sir,” the woman says, not looking at him. “Principal Komack will be right with you.”
“Unbelievable.” Leonard scowls, but doesn’t sit. He’s too restless and has too damn much riding on this dog and pony show as is, so he stalks to look out the nearby, too-small window. Riverside Public is one of the most depressing-looking schools he had come across on this circuit: it’s all ugly cement, institutional sand-colored concrete, and dull-eyed kids who have accepted the herd-like mentality of their elders.
“What are you in for, man?” The boy who asks has a sullen, angry expression, cut with obnoxious self-assurance. His body language is completely closed, hands tucked into jeans, shoulders bent. His voice is disinterested but his eyes flicker curiously. “Don’t know you.”
“Name’s Leonard McCoy,” Leonard says, reaching out to shake the kid’s hand. The boy stares at the outstretched palm for a moment, then takes it; his grip is surprisingly firm, his skin dry and callused. “I’m here promoting the Healthy LGBT Youth Program. Well, supposed to be, anyway,” he adds in irritation. “They gave us the go-ahead to set up an information table with safe sex and anti-bullying flyers last month, and now I’m here and Komack is giving me the run around.”
“Yeah. Well. Look at you,” the kid says. He doesn’t explain what that means, just cocks his head to the side. “You gay?”
Leonard can’t quite read what the kid expects or wants to hear. “I’m bi, actually,” he says honestly. “I’m doing this as part of a practicum for my application to med school.”
“Yeah, well, good luck. Komack really isn’t all about the gay-friendly. Tuck your head down and keep your mouth shut—“ The boy breaks off guiltily, as if he’s said too much. He rearranges his features into a smug leer instead. “And as for the safe sex part? Go directly to Hell, do not pass go.”
“Insanity,” Leonard growls. “Y’know, it’s exactly that kind of thinking that leads to the highest teen pregnancy rates in the first world, to fools too ignorant to use condoms and then too afraid to get tested? STDs, HIV, AIDS—“
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Relax, dude, your soap box is gonna break from the pressure.” The kid looks amused, but his eyes glow with interest and—respect? He’s listening anyway. And Jesus, he has the bluest eyes Leonard’s ever seen… “If they actually let you set up shop, I might actually have to drop by. See you preaching the good word to the ignorant masses, and all that.”
Leonard winces. “I don’t like to think of it as preaching. But I do think it’s important work, especially these days. I see so many young people who have been beat down by the system, or kids who have been thrown out by their parents.” The boy jerks a little at that, and Leonard knows he’s telling someone the words they need to hear. “There’s people in this world with nothing left but their bones because of the fear and hate of others, and it’s not right.”
“You think you can do something about that?” The kid looks dubious—and now a little hopeful, too. “Even here in Asscrack, Iowa?”
“Damn right,” says Leonard, with certainty.
“Mister McCoy?” It’s the secretary. “He’s ready to see you, now.”
Leonard nods at her. “Gotta go,” he says to the kid. He feels apologetic—knows that this kid needs help, help that he can give. He pulls one of the program cards out of his pocket. “Look, take this card. It’s got numbers on it—if you need help, someone to talk to—“
“Does it have your number on it?” Blue eyes, and a slight grin.
“Mister McCoy?”
“Hold on!” he tells the secretary. He pulls out a pen, scribbling his name and number on the back. The kid makes to grab it, but Leonard holds it just out of his reach. “If you need help,” he reiterates, and then hands it over.
“I’ll keep that in mind.” The kid’s sense of cockiness has returned full force.
“You got a name, kid?” Leonard focuses on those blue eyes, which want to look so hardened to the rest of the world.
“Jim Kirk,” the kid says at last.
“Mister McCoy!”
“Well, Jim Kirk,” Leonard says much more calmly than he feels, “I hope if you need help you’ll know where to go.”
“I think I will,” Jim says. Leonard nods at him, then heads to the frustrated looking woman back at the desk, who is waving him impatiently towards a door in the back. “Good luck in there, Bones!” he hears the kid call out, and Leonard feels a little grin quirk at his lips.
No matter how this thing with Principal Komack goes, he’s helped one person today.
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Date: 2011-02-07 12:14 am (UTC)The epic au bug has bitten. Must write a greatly expanded contemporary coming-of-age coming-out opus. With the boys. Being adorable. >_> And geeky. <_<
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Date: 2011-02-07 03:01 am (UTC)*In a postive mood*
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Date: 2011-02-07 03:10 am (UTC)Also, this is going to sound all serious and stuff, LOL, but as an aspiring teacher, the title definitely caught my eye, and then the idea of McCoy being satisfied that he'd at least helped one person really touched a chord. So thanks for sharing this. :)
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Date: 2011-02-07 03:14 am (UTC)And yeah, this was a comment fic and now it's eaten my brain, and I'm going to try to write a greatly expanded version touching on all this stuff. *G*G*G*
*squishes you again i ndelight*
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Date: 2011-02-07 03:27 am (UTC)Yeah the AU has bitten once more. It may be a while before I get to it, BUT. *G* Thanks, bb!