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He hadn’t expected to fall in love again. Love was not in his plans during this mission, the one where they’d only planned on being in the past a short amount of time and ended up...stuck. That had not been in the plans but when James Tiberius Kirk was in charge, sometimes it felt like what could go wrong would go wrong.
Though for once, the outcome was pleasurable, at least for him.
As days turned into weeks turned into months, he settled into his position at St. Bartholomew's with relative ease. He might not like what was basically stone age medicine to him but damn it all, he could make it work. He was saving people, helping people, like a good doctor does. But even a good doctor will lose a patient and that was how he had crossed paths with Molly Hooper and the freaky Khan lookalike named Sherlock Holmes.
Him McCoy didn’t like one bit, but Molly...Molly was probably the sweetest person he’d ever had the pleasure to meet who was also tough as nails and had the morbid kind of humor he liked. It had been a slow descent from acquaintanceship to friendship to interest in more, and that was where he balked. Falling in love with someone in the past? Couldn’t that ruin everything, like that damn butterfly effect Spock kept yammering on about?
But he couldn’t help it, couldn’t help himself. Falling in love with Molly Hooper was like going swimming – easing into it slowly, then shrugging and jumping in feet first.
And God help him...jump in he did.