Exam Room 1 McCoy, Uhura, Spock
Fandom: Star Trek 2009
Title: Exam Room 1 / Part 1 of 2
Characters/pairings: McCoy, Uhura, Spock, Spock/Uhura
Rating: PG-13
Words: 1284
Disclaimer: I don't own ST09
Author's note: I want to exploreDr. McCoy's character and his actions through his treatment of patients and friends.
Summary: McCoy must see Uhura as a patient and an awkward situation ensues.
Part 1: Diagnosis
“No, I don't want to see Dr. Isbell, I want to see McCoy!” A raised female voice said emphatically.
It was a voice he was use to hearing, but not a voice that he was use to hearing distressed. McCoy looked up from his PADD. Tensing his brow. What's Uhura doing here? She's never sick. Yet, her dark skin looked blanched, lips dry and the windows to her soul, those large amber orbs, were uncharacteristically frightened.
“Send her to Room 1.” McCoy replied sharply.
“But Dr. McCoy,” the nurse began to protest.
McCoy's dark eyes cut to the nurse, silencing her like slice of a surgical blade. A man like Leonard McCoy did not like to repeat his instructions. Then nodding to Uhura. “Lieutenant, I'll be with you in a moment.”
Nyota Uhura fidgeted with the hem of her dress as she sat on the exam table of Room 1 of the Enterprise medical bay. Usually, she took care of her personal needs at the Starfleet Medical; however, this couldn't wait. Although she was quite aware that Nurse Chapel could diagnose her, there were somethings that even she couldn't share with Christine. Uhrua knew better than most that sometimes the line between personal friends and professional colleagues were blurred on a starship.
Outside the exam room, McCoy studied the lab results of his last patient on his PADD chart. Orillian Lung Maggot . He chuckled, as his wrote a script for a Dixolian breathing treatment, a space virus that ate lung maggots.
“Now to Uhura,” he said to himself as he pulled up her chart. Sweet girl, he thought as he scanned her records; nothing out of the ordinary. Twenty- two years of age, no major surgeries or illnesses. She had not been seen in his medical bay, but that too was not out of the ordinary. “Perhaps a woman's issue,” he thought, but then, most of the women preferred to be seen by Nurse Chapel. Chewing on his stylus, Uhura was insistent that she see him. Odd.
Turning on his heel, the door to Exam Room 1 swished open. “Lieutenant, it's good to see you today. Probably can't say the same about me.” He said pulling up a swivel stool.
Uhura smiled. “No, I'm afraid I can't doctor.”
“Yep, get that a lot 'round here.” He crossed his legs, dark eyes curious. “Now what's going on that I help you with Uhura?”
It was hard for her to form the words, but that's why she came to him. If Jim Kirk could trust him, then she could trust him. Although, her new captain could be a presumptuous ass, he was an excellent judge of character.
Uhura lowered her eyes, “Umm... I need...” She breathed heavily, “I need a pregnancy test.”
“Oh,” McCoy instinctively answered and then cursed himself, hoping he didn't sound too surprised. So she and the pointed-ear one were 'intimate'. Just the fleeting image of Vulcan sex made him yearn for a stiff drink. Angels and ministers of grace defend us, he thought as he touched her information into his PADD.
“How long ago-”
“Two weeks.”
He looked up, “That was your last menstrual cycle?”
Uhura blushed. “No.” She whispered faintly.
Now that was too much information, McCoy thought but his expression remained passive. “Pregnancy is calculated your first missed period, not from intercourse.”
He suddenly felt hot. It wasn't that he was uncomfortable talking about sex. Hell, everybody had sex, look at how many people there were in the universe. But talking about sex between your colleagues, now that was a bit awkward.
“Four days ago.”
McCoy pressed his lips together and tapped his stylus again the side of the PADD. “Well now, it's a bit early to be jumping to conclusions. I mean, you could just be late due to stress or-”
“Please Doctor, I forgot I wasn't wearing my patch... I just want to be sure.”
McCoy grimaced. “All right, but I can't use the medical scanner, it's too early for that. We're going to have to do this the ol' fashioned way; need to get a little blood.”
Uhura thrust out your arm. “Ready, sir.” She smiled faintly and McCoy hurriedly drew the sample. “We'll know in about five minutes.” Then he stepped out of the exam room with the sample.
Nyota's nails dug into the exam table. If Spock found out he would be so, so.... What would Spock be? Angry? No, it would be worse; he would be disappointed. How could she have been so thoughtless, Uhura wondered sadly.
After less than a minute, the door swished open and revealed Doctor McCoy. His face hard set as he studied her. “So darlin', you want to talk about it?”
Here was a man that actually cared. Uhura, could no longer contain her emotions and with a spasm, she unleashed a flood of tears. McCoy instantly cradled her in his strong arms.
“You must think I'm a fool.” She whispered through her tears against his shouler.
“Nope.” He answered, stroking her back, “I'm your doctor not your daddy. I don't make moral judgments sweetheart, just the biological ones.”
When she finally pulled back, he handed her a box of tissues. “Thank you.” She sniffed.
The silence was heavy in the exam room as he gave her time to dry her tears and gather her thoughts. “I wanted to see you today because I knew I could trust you. Jim trusts you and Spock trusts you immensely.”
McCoy arched an eyebrow in surprise and Uhura laughed. “I know you find him...difficult at times, but he has a lot of respect for you. His emotions can just be challenging to read at times.”
“That's an understatement!” McCoy puffed and then regretted making a crack at her lover.
Shaking her head, adding quietly, “And I knew that you wouldn't tell him.”
“That's not my job either.” McCoy leaned against the exam table. “So, you thought about telling him?”
“Should I?” Her voice was only a whisper, her amber eyes wide, pleading for the right answer.
McCoy bit his lip, and contemplated a response. “If you're pregnant you've got two options; have a baby or terminate the pregnancy. With regards to Officer Spock, well, you tell him or you don't.”
Then turning his eyes away, his voice dropped, his mind turning to his past. “All I know is that keeping something from someone you love, well, you see,” his eyes turned back to her, dark with bitter memories, “it can come between you.” He was a man that spoke from experience. “It's like a weed in concrete. Just starts out as a single green leaf and before you know it, it's gone and broken up the whole god damn path. ”
He paused and rubbed his temples, “Now I ain't trying to get myself into where I don't belong, but speaking from experience,” he hesitated. “If you love him, you need to tell him. Well, if he loves you, then you can figure out the right thing to do together.”
Uhura closed her eyes and offered a silent prayer. His words revealed to her what she'd know deep within her heart. “Thank you, doctor. I think I know what I need to do.” She stood and walked towards the door.
“Hey, you want those results?” He called after her. It wasn't the first time he'd had to chase down a patient for treatment.
“Yes. But first, I think I need to go dig up that weed, doctor.”
A thin smile played at his lips. “Good luck, Lieutenant.”
She smiled silently, and with a swish of her pony tail, she was gone...
Author's Note: Reviews, suggestions, ideas appreciated.
Title: Exam Room 1 / Part 1 of 2
Characters/pairings: McCoy, Uhura, Spock, Spock/Uhura
Rating: PG-13
Words: 1284
Disclaimer: I don't own ST09
Author's note: I want to exploreDr. McCoy's character and his actions through his treatment of patients and friends.
Summary: McCoy must see Uhura as a patient and an awkward situation ensues.
Part 1: Diagnosis
“No, I don't want to see Dr. Isbell, I want to see McCoy!” A raised female voice said emphatically.
It was a voice he was use to hearing, but not a voice that he was use to hearing distressed. McCoy looked up from his PADD. Tensing his brow. What's Uhura doing here? She's never sick. Yet, her dark skin looked blanched, lips dry and the windows to her soul, those large amber orbs, were uncharacteristically frightened.
“Send her to Room 1.” McCoy replied sharply.
“But Dr. McCoy,” the nurse began to protest.
McCoy's dark eyes cut to the nurse, silencing her like slice of a surgical blade. A man like Leonard McCoy did not like to repeat his instructions. Then nodding to Uhura. “Lieutenant, I'll be with you in a moment.”
Nyota Uhura fidgeted with the hem of her dress as she sat on the exam table of Room 1 of the Enterprise medical bay. Usually, she took care of her personal needs at the Starfleet Medical; however, this couldn't wait. Although she was quite aware that Nurse Chapel could diagnose her, there were somethings that even she couldn't share with Christine. Uhrua knew better than most that sometimes the line between personal friends and professional colleagues were blurred on a starship.
Outside the exam room, McCoy studied the lab results of his last patient on his PADD chart. Orillian Lung Maggot . He chuckled, as his wrote a script for a Dixolian breathing treatment, a space virus that ate lung maggots.
“Now to Uhura,” he said to himself as he pulled up her chart. Sweet girl, he thought as he scanned her records; nothing out of the ordinary. Twenty- two years of age, no major surgeries or illnesses. She had not been seen in his medical bay, but that too was not out of the ordinary. “Perhaps a woman's issue,” he thought, but then, most of the women preferred to be seen by Nurse Chapel. Chewing on his stylus, Uhura was insistent that she see him. Odd.
Turning on his heel, the door to Exam Room 1 swished open. “Lieutenant, it's good to see you today. Probably can't say the same about me.” He said pulling up a swivel stool.
Uhura smiled. “No, I'm afraid I can't doctor.”
“Yep, get that a lot 'round here.” He crossed his legs, dark eyes curious. “Now what's going on that I help you with Uhura?”
It was hard for her to form the words, but that's why she came to him. If Jim Kirk could trust him, then she could trust him. Although, her new captain could be a presumptuous ass, he was an excellent judge of character.
Uhura lowered her eyes, “Umm... I need...” She breathed heavily, “I need a pregnancy test.”
“Oh,” McCoy instinctively answered and then cursed himself, hoping he didn't sound too surprised. So she and the pointed-ear one were 'intimate'. Just the fleeting image of Vulcan sex made him yearn for a stiff drink. Angels and ministers of grace defend us, he thought as he touched her information into his PADD.
“How long ago-”
“Two weeks.”
He looked up, “That was your last menstrual cycle?”
Uhura blushed. “No.” She whispered faintly.
Now that was too much information, McCoy thought but his expression remained passive. “Pregnancy is calculated your first missed period, not from intercourse.”
He suddenly felt hot. It wasn't that he was uncomfortable talking about sex. Hell, everybody had sex, look at how many people there were in the universe. But talking about sex between your colleagues, now that was a bit awkward.
“Four days ago.”
McCoy pressed his lips together and tapped his stylus again the side of the PADD. “Well now, it's a bit early to be jumping to conclusions. I mean, you could just be late due to stress or-”
“Please Doctor, I forgot I wasn't wearing my patch... I just want to be sure.”
McCoy grimaced. “All right, but I can't use the medical scanner, it's too early for that. We're going to have to do this the ol' fashioned way; need to get a little blood.”
Uhura thrust out your arm. “Ready, sir.” She smiled faintly and McCoy hurriedly drew the sample. “We'll know in about five minutes.” Then he stepped out of the exam room with the sample.
Nyota's nails dug into the exam table. If Spock found out he would be so, so.... What would Spock be? Angry? No, it would be worse; he would be disappointed. How could she have been so thoughtless, Uhura wondered sadly.
After less than a minute, the door swished open and revealed Doctor McCoy. His face hard set as he studied her. “So darlin', you want to talk about it?”
Here was a man that actually cared. Uhura, could no longer contain her emotions and with a spasm, she unleashed a flood of tears. McCoy instantly cradled her in his strong arms.
“You must think I'm a fool.” She whispered through her tears against his shouler.
“Nope.” He answered, stroking her back, “I'm your doctor not your daddy. I don't make moral judgments sweetheart, just the biological ones.”
When she finally pulled back, he handed her a box of tissues. “Thank you.” She sniffed.
The silence was heavy in the exam room as he gave her time to dry her tears and gather her thoughts. “I wanted to see you today because I knew I could trust you. Jim trusts you and Spock trusts you immensely.”
McCoy arched an eyebrow in surprise and Uhura laughed. “I know you find him...difficult at times, but he has a lot of respect for you. His emotions can just be challenging to read at times.”
“That's an understatement!” McCoy puffed and then regretted making a crack at her lover.
Shaking her head, adding quietly, “And I knew that you wouldn't tell him.”
“That's not my job either.” McCoy leaned against the exam table. “So, you thought about telling him?”
“Should I?” Her voice was only a whisper, her amber eyes wide, pleading for the right answer.
McCoy bit his lip, and contemplated a response. “If you're pregnant you've got two options; have a baby or terminate the pregnancy. With regards to Officer Spock, well, you tell him or you don't.”
Then turning his eyes away, his voice dropped, his mind turning to his past. “All I know is that keeping something from someone you love, well, you see,” his eyes turned back to her, dark with bitter memories, “it can come between you.” He was a man that spoke from experience. “It's like a weed in concrete. Just starts out as a single green leaf and before you know it, it's gone and broken up the whole god damn path. ”
He paused and rubbed his temples, “Now I ain't trying to get myself into where I don't belong, but speaking from experience,” he hesitated. “If you love him, you need to tell him. Well, if he loves you, then you can figure out the right thing to do together.”
Uhura closed her eyes and offered a silent prayer. His words revealed to her what she'd know deep within her heart. “Thank you, doctor. I think I know what I need to do.” She stood and walked towards the door.
“Hey, you want those results?” He called after her. It wasn't the first time he'd had to chase down a patient for treatment.
“Yes. But first, I think I need to go dig up that weed, doctor.”
A thin smile played at his lips. “Good luck, Lieutenant.”
She smiled silently, and with a swish of her pony tail, she was gone...
Author's Note: Reviews, suggestions, ideas appreciated.