Disclaimer: I don't swear. McCoy does. I can't be held responsible for his mouth. And while I wish I owned Star Trek, I clearly don't. Lastly, I'm not exactly a serious Trekkie (more of a leisurely part-time Trekkie) so go easy on me if I miss something.

A/n: I saw the new movie and totally fell in love with it. I've been burning to write something for it for a while now, especially something about McCoy, and here's something finally. I'm rather daunted by the quality of the other Star Trek fics out there right now, so I hope this isn't too bad.

Five Times McCoy Had Too Much To Drink

I

"So this is it." Leonard McCoy kept his eyes on the wood dining table - the expensive, maple table he'd bought several years ago for their anniversary. Oh, how far they'd come.

"Yeah." She picked at a loose thread in her dress and bit her lip.

He could hear the kids laughing outside and a dull ache began to form in his chest. "You just want me to leave her here, with you. Just like that."

She sighed in exasperation. "We've been over this, Len, a thousand times. You're never around!"

"She shouldn't have to suffer because you can't stand the sight of me when I am around - "

She closed her eyes. "Please, Len. Don't start."

He managed to reign himself in with difficulty. She was right - they'd done enough yelling and screaming this week, there needn't be more.

"Just sign the papers." She whispered and looked at him with those gorgeous hazel-green eyes that he'd fallen in love with.

The ache in his chest intensified as he thought of Joanna, who wouldn't see her father anymore. His wife wasn't exactly forbidding him from seeing her ever again, but she wanted full custody and he'd have to speak to his wife - soon to be ex-wife, if he signed the dotted line - in advance if he wanted a visit. He didn't want to leave her like this. But there was no chance of reconciliation, and they'd gone over the argument too many times as it was. There was nothing left for him to say or do.

"Dammit, Marie." McCoy blinked fiercely against the moisture hurting his eyes.

She simply held out a pen.

Several hours later, he woke up in a dingy hotel room on the floor with a slamming headache, stinking of alcohol and a half-crumpled brochure for the medical sector of Starfleet in his hand.

A/n: More soon! Thanks for reading, and reviews are like oxygen.