Fic: They Actually Recruited Us? (19/?)
Fandom: Star Trek XI Summary: Starfleet Academy. They should probably reevaluate their recruitment techniques. Collection of short stories and drabbles based on the hilarity of TFLN and other movie/tv lines and the ridiculousness of college life. “ The simple question of “Would you like to meet Joanna?” was what found Jim on a shuttle to Georgia in the biting cold of mid-November. It was the South. It really shouldn’t be cold like this. There could have at least been some snow to make up for the fact. But Jim didn’t complain. He thought Leonard would never ask him to meet his daughter, especially considering that it was a rare enough instance that he got to talk to her or even see her. It stood to reason that on those occasions, he’d want Joanna all to himself. It was probably more incessant hounding on Eleanora McCoy’s part than generosity from the Ex that had allowed for Leonard to get to spend that Thanksgiving with Joanna. Leonard’s mother had been more than a little smug when they had all met up at the docks. Jim wondered if it was some sort of a sign that he fell in love with the little girl that looked all too much like his best friend the moment he met her. She was a beautiful child with dark hair and hazel eyes speckled with green. Her smile was exactly like Leonard’s, not that the elder McCoy often showed it. But Joanna seemed to have a permanent smile plastered on her face. She was bouncing off the walls as she walked between her father and Jim, her small hands tucked into theirs. In addition to a Thanksgiving feast at the McCoy plantation—and holy Christ, Leonard had grown up in a mansion?—they were taking a bullet train (Leonard couldn’t handle that many shuttle rides back to back) to the Ole Miss-LSU football game. As far as Jim had noticed, Leonard had never really been into sports. But apparently that was wrong and Jim just hadn’t been paying attention. According to Eleanora, Southern men breathed football. The day of the game, they were all dressed from head to toe in red and blue. Joanna had stickers on her face and pom-poms in her hands. On the way down to the Grove, where they would be tailgating, Joanna wanted to stop and grab an ice cream. “It’s freezing out, baby girl,” Leonard said. “But I want one,” she begged. “Please, Daddy?” “Fine, fine,” Leonard muttered. “Jim, watch her.” And Leonard left them on the sidewalk and stalked into a convenient store. While they waited, Joanna prattled on about what tailgates were like, as Jim had never been to one. A few moments later, Leonard walked out of the store, an orange-flavored push-pop in his hand and a wicked smile stretching his lips. “Whoa,” Jim said warily. “You’re looking rather chipper. What happened? You run over a small child while you were in there or something?” If possible, Leonard’s grin stretched as he handed Joanna her treat. “I just gave some LSU fan the wrong directions to the stadium. Welcome to Oxford, asshole.” Joanna snorted with laughter, and Eleanora scolded, “Leonard Horatio!” But she too was smiling. “So we really don’t like LSU, huh,” Jim asked. “Joanna, darlin’, what do we tell them LSU jerks,” Leonard asked, leaning on his knees to be closer to her eye level. “Go to hell,” Joanna exclaimed proudly, and Leonard clapped her on the back.
“That’s my girl,” he said. “Now, let’s go get our tailgate on.”
