Star Trek AOS Fic -- "Healthy Advice"
Title: "Healthy Advice"
Author: originalpuck / Morgan O'Friel
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 439
Characters: Madeline, McCoy
Warnings: battle injuries
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek, and I'm making no money off of this fic.
Prompt: For the where_no_woman shining on the silver screen drabblefest: 3) I think you may be a kindred spirit after all.
Author's Notes: Madeline is seen in the Vagina's On the Enterprise picspam, and in my icon. Little is known about her, but I like a challenge.
Summary: Doctor McCoy and Madeline have more in common than either of them initially think.
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"That should be about it." Dr. McCoy was still hovering over Madeline's right shoulder, scanning her with his tricorder. It was important to ensure that the dermal regeneration had done the best job possible, he'd said. The machines were created by humanoids, and so they had difficulty functioning properly when dealing with her species' tough, ridged skin. As it stood, healing her gashes had taken the doctor several rounds of expletives, and a few dark looks, for good measure. "Looks like you'll be fine."
"Thank you, Doctor." She reached immediately for the fresh undershirt a nurse had brought. There wasn't much privacy on the Enterprise, but she still had a very Sartemian need to keep her breasts hidden from public view. The scarring there was too private for just anyone to see.
"Next time, don't wait so long to come see me." He had turned to face her, his brows drawn. Madeline tilted her head, and tugged the rest of her shirt down to her hips.
"I could not leave the bridge in an emergency."
McCoy's gaze barely flickered as a nearby, injured red shirt wailed over the end of her sentence. "Yeah, well, bleeding all over isn't going to help anyone, either."
Madeline considered arguing that her bleeding had done little harm to anyone, but her help with the computer's fried coding and failing life support systems had quite possibly saved them all. Instead, she saw the circles under the doctor's eyes, and did him a favor. She didn't argue. "Of course, Doctor."
Sliding down from the biobed, Madeline tentatively stretched. Her new skin ached, the feeling tingling down to her belly, and resting there when she looked Doctor McCoy in the eyes. They were glassy hazel, though the light had them appearing more brown than anything else. “Though perhaps I could make a suggestion?”
He sighed. “Go right ahead.” She noted his sarcasm the same way she noted his eye color and the filled beds around her.
Privacy dictated that she lean in, until he was mere inches away. He smelled like sweat, blood, and iodine. "Perhaps you should consider a rest. Falling asleep on the job won't help anyone."
His brows knotted together again; his eyes sweeping over her before he launched into a lecture about the duties of a doctor, and how sleep wasn't anything more than a distant memory, anyways. “So don't go lecturing me. Do you know how many people are still hurting from that Klingon battle? Too many, and --”
It wasn't a surprising response, and Madeline let his rant fall onto her back as she walked away.
Author: originalpuck / Morgan O'Friel
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 439
Characters: Madeline, McCoy
Warnings: battle injuries
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek, and I'm making no money off of this fic.
Prompt: For the where_no_woman shining on the silver screen drabblefest: 3) I think you may be a kindred spirit after all.
Author's Notes: Madeline is seen in the Vagina's On the Enterprise picspam, and in my icon. Little is known about her, but I like a challenge.
Summary: Doctor McCoy and Madeline have more in common than either of them initially think.
---
"That should be about it." Dr. McCoy was still hovering over Madeline's right shoulder, scanning her with his tricorder. It was important to ensure that the dermal regeneration had done the best job possible, he'd said. The machines were created by humanoids, and so they had difficulty functioning properly when dealing with her species' tough, ridged skin. As it stood, healing her gashes had taken the doctor several rounds of expletives, and a few dark looks, for good measure. "Looks like you'll be fine."
"Thank you, Doctor." She reached immediately for the fresh undershirt a nurse had brought. There wasn't much privacy on the Enterprise, but she still had a very Sartemian need to keep her breasts hidden from public view. The scarring there was too private for just anyone to see.
"Next time, don't wait so long to come see me." He had turned to face her, his brows drawn. Madeline tilted her head, and tugged the rest of her shirt down to her hips.
"I could not leave the bridge in an emergency."
McCoy's gaze barely flickered as a nearby, injured red shirt wailed over the end of her sentence. "Yeah, well, bleeding all over isn't going to help anyone, either."
Madeline considered arguing that her bleeding had done little harm to anyone, but her help with the computer's fried coding and failing life support systems had quite possibly saved them all. Instead, she saw the circles under the doctor's eyes, and did him a favor. She didn't argue. "Of course, Doctor."
Sliding down from the biobed, Madeline tentatively stretched. Her new skin ached, the feeling tingling down to her belly, and resting there when she looked Doctor McCoy in the eyes. They were glassy hazel, though the light had them appearing more brown than anything else. “Though perhaps I could make a suggestion?”
He sighed. “Go right ahead.” She noted his sarcasm the same way she noted his eye color and the filled beds around her.
Privacy dictated that she lean in, until he was mere inches away. He smelled like sweat, blood, and iodine. "Perhaps you should consider a rest. Falling asleep on the job won't help anyone."
His brows knotted together again; his eyes sweeping over her before he launched into a lecture about the duties of a doctor, and how sleep wasn't anything more than a distant memory, anyways. “So don't go lecturing me. Do you know how many people are still hurting from that Klingon battle? Too many, and --”
It wasn't a surprising response, and Madeline let his rant fall onto her back as she walked away.