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McCoy is awake, standing at the bay window, watching the sun rise over the mountains, a steaming mug of coffee in his hands.

It's been a week.

He has to go back. If he doesn't go back, there will never be a day where he'll up and decide to go back. It will be put off and put off until he's forgotten there ever was a Starship Enterprise.

Knowing he should doesn't make it any easier.

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He is as fumbling and clumsy as a teenaged boy, uncertain, but at least willing to take direction. He cannot even begin to define what she wants, what she's doing to him, but... as he curls around her, holding her close, he can feel her surrounding him, somehow knowing she is where he can barely recognize himself.