Star Trek Reader Inserts

McCoy

"Mommy, daddy." You hear a couple voices say. You opened your eyes to see your son, Dylan, standing beside your bed.

"What is it?" You ask, sitting up.

"We're scared." Dylan muttered, pointing his hand over to the other side of the bed. Your daughter, Freya, stood on the side of the bed where your husband, Leonard, was.

"Why?" You ask, just as a loud boom rumbled through the room. They were scared of a thunderstorm.

"Thunder." Freya whispered from the other side of the bed. Leonard snapped awake and sat up.

"What's happening?" He asked, groggy from sleep.

"They're scared from the storm." You mutter. Dylan and Freya were just standing there, clutching a blanket of a stuffed animal. Freya was four and Dylan was six.

"What storm?" Leonard asked as another rumble of thunder went through the house. "That storm. Lets hope it's not severe." He muttered, standing up.

Just as his feet hit the ground, sirens started sounding. Dylan and Freya started crying. You took Dylan's hand and walked with him to the basement. Leonard had picked up Freya to carry her.

You had turned on the radio to hear what was happening. Apparently, a tornado touched down four miles from where you lived. Dylan snuggled up close to you. Freya was on your other side. Leonard was upstairs grabbing something's for the kids.

"I got a couple of lanterns and some coloring books. I got a couple boxes of crayons. I grabbed a couple blankets, if the power goes out it might get cold down here." Leonard said, walking down the steps. Just as he finished the power went out, causing the kids to scream again.

"Maybe you shouldn't jinx things anymore." You say, hugging the kids closer. They were squeezing you so hard, it almost hurt.

"Sorry." Leonard muttered, turning on one of the lanterns. Your basement was small, just a couple couches and some closets. The light filled the room. Dylan let go and crawled over to the crayons and coloring books. Freya followed, opening a coloring book.

"You can color for fifteen minutes. Then I want you to try and sleep." You say. Both of them nod, looking disappointed. You made them a bed, while Leonard listened to the radio.

"The tornados moving this way. It should miss us, but it might hit us." Leonard whispered to you. Neither of you wanted to freak out the kids even more.

"Okay." You say, sighing. "Finish your drawings and go to bed."

"Okay, okay." Dylan and Freya murmured. When they finished they crawled into their makeshift beds and remarkably fell asleep.

A loud rumble started to move through the house. It didn't stop for two minutes and you heard stuff ripping off the sides of the house. You and Leonard inched closer to Dylan and Freya. Both of them slept soundly. You fell asleep next to the kids, leaving Leonard to listen to the reports.

You woke up the next morning with Freya on one side of you and Leonard on the other. Dylan was sloppily laying on his stomach, his whole body star fished out.

The storms had passed. Trees were down and some siding had came off the house. But everyone was alright.

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There was another storm at my house, hence the inspiration for this. Hope everyone enjoyed. I can't believe there is only ten more chapters left for this book. You can write more than 200, but I would have to write on a computer, which I don't have. My parents have one, but I don't. They don't really let me use it.