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Title: Bones is not Amused
Rating: PG-13?
Characters/Pairings: McCoy! With appearances by: Chekov, Scotty, Gaila, Spock, Chapel, Kirk, Cupcake and minor OCs.
Warnings: Um... it's 15 pages in word...? ^^
Recipient: Alex/Rosivan
>Leonard is reasonably certain that other CMOs don't have nearly the same problems he does.
This is a phrase that, in one form or another, makes up about 40% of Leonard's internal monologue, along with: They don't pay me enough for this shit and Dammit Jim!. It's also the first thing that crosses his sleep fogged mind as he stares blankly at the comm in his hand. He's seated at his desk in his office in Med-bay. There's a PADD on his desk where his head used to be, it's undoubtedly left an indent on his face. Beside it is a mug half full of coffee which likely went cold hours ago. Leonard takes a large drink of it anyway.
“Chekov?”
“Yes, Doctor?”
“It's-” He stops to squint at the chronometer on the wall. “nearly 0200 hours. You realize that right?”
“Yes, Doctor. We were out drinking.” Chekov stops there as though this explains everything and, when Jim and Sulu are involved, it generally does. Background noise can be heard faintly over the comm link. It mostly consists of a male voice ranting hysterically.
“Who's that in the background, Chekov?”
“Lieutenant Mathews, Doctor. He thinks you are going to cheese us.”
Leonard takes a moment to contemplate that statement.
“What?”
“Umm. Sorry, is an English idiom. Some kind of dairy product is involved?”
“Cream!” Leonard says, when his inner Chekov translator kicks in. “He thinks I'm going to cream you.”
“Yes, that is it!” Chekov's voice chirps over the comm.
“Why does Cupc- Mathews think I'm going to cream you?”
Chekov tells him.
Leonard stares at the comm for a few moments, then very carefully puts it down. He rolls his chair back and navigates his way out of his office and toward the on-hand hypo-tube storage rack. He selects his favorite stimulant, the one that's gotten him through ship wide pandemics and senior staff meetings, loads it into a hypospray and administers a liberal dose. It takes a few moments to kick in. When it does the world swims into focus and the kink in his neck recedes into the back of his mind. He sets the hypospray back down onto the rack with a soft 'clink'.
On his way back to his office Leonard catches the questioning look of the duty nurse. She glances back at the hypo-rack and then returns her gaze to Leonard with one eyebrow raised. He nods and she gets up to follow him back into his office.
Leonard sits back down at his desk. He takes a deep breath and reaches for the comm. Nurse O'Malley is watching expectantly from the doorway. She's got her arms folded and her fingers are twitching in a way that indicates, to Leonard's trained eye, that this is a woman who really wishes she had a bowl of popcorn.
“Doctor? Are you still there?” Comes Chekov's voice from the comm.
“Could you explain that again, Chekov? I think I may have misunderstood the first time around.”
Chekov does.
O'Malley snickers.
“Where-” Leonard asks, holding the comm close to his face and speaking very deliberately to keep himself from cursing a blue streak a mile wide. “-did that lunatic we call our Captain find a swing set?”
“The miners operating this station built a playground for their children.” Is Chekov's reply. In the background Leonard can hear the anxious voice of Lieutenant Mathews ne' Cupcake yelling 'Captain! Can you hear me? How many fingers am I holding up?'
“So Jim, drunk as a skunk, decides that because it's there he needs to launch himself off it?”
“It was actually an accident.” Chekov says. Leonard can hear Jim yelling excitedly: 'That was awesome! Lets do it again!' in the background. The Ensign continues as though his explanation could make the situation seem less ridiculous than it already does. “They were actually trying to spin themselves over the bar. Which is impossible-”
'Oh man! Look how far we went!'
“-but Sulu cheated and then the swing broke. They had a lot of momentum.”
“I'll just bet they did...” Leonard mutters. He wipes his free hand over his face. He can see O'Malley from between his fingers, she's grinning from ear to ear and rubbing her hands together. It occurs to him that she's never been present for one of these Incidents. For some reason, which Leonard has never tried to understand, his nurses keep a poster in their crash room with a running tally of just who was present for what. It seems to factor into the social pecking order in some way. They call it The Long List of Dammit Jim!. He supposes he should be honored.
'Dude! We left skid marks!' comes over the comm.
“I take it they're both still conscious, then?” Leonard asks, not really needing Chekov's answer.
“Yes, Doctor.”
“Lovely. Get their asses to a shuttle and I'll see you all in 20 minutes.” He says then closes the comm with a firm 'snap'.
They don't pay me enough for this shit. He thinks.
“That'll be another one for The List, then?” O'Malley asks, sounding entirely too amused.
Leonard grunts an affirmative then sets his head down on his desk. If he's lucky, really lucky, he'll get to lie here long enough for the PADD to leave another indent on his face. O'Malley hasn't left his doorway yet, he can feel her misplaced enthusiasm radiating through the top of his skull. When she does speak, however, he can detect an acceptable amount of sympathy in her voice.
“I'll have Lockly nip down to the mess for a slice of pie and a tall glass of milk for you, Doctor.”
“You're a saint, O'Malley. A fucking saint.”
“Yes, sir.”
*-*-*-*-*-*
Engineering is the bane of Leonard's existence.
Most people, who have never set foot on the Enterprise, would expect this dubious honor to go to Security. They end up with the short straw more often than not as they're the ones tasked with handling confrontations and securing the safety of all non-combative personnel when shit goes down. This by itself ensures that Security personnel frequent Med-Bays over the entire fleet more often than any other division, regardless of how competent they are at their jobs.
Security on the Enterprise, however, has one additional complication in that several of the Enterprise's technically “non-combative” personnel often defy their classification with joyful abandon. As a result, Lieutenant Commender Giotto's men and women see so much of Med-Bay that they're on a first-name basis with all the nurses and have an entire section of Bio-beds dedicated solely for their use.
Despite this Leonard likes to think he has an understanding with the members of the Security division. He understands that Security personnel are going to show up in his Med-Bay with extensive injuries and horror stories about their Captain and they understand that Leonard is going to bitch at them for it.
It's a give and take kind of relationship. Engineering, on the other hand, is a royal pain in the ass. Unlike Security, whose injuries are often significant and obtained in the usually unavoidable execution of their duty (or while trying to prevent their Captain from executing their duties himself), Engineering manages to cause Leonard all kinds of problems without seriously hurting themselves in any way.
“What the hell is wrong with you people?” Leonard says, surveying his Med-Bay. There are men and women occupying most of the available Bio-beds with medical ailments ranging from 'That's Kinda Weird' to 'Really Fucking Ridiculous'. He turns his attention to The Instigator. “I've got two ensigns who are tasting what they hear, a lieutenant who thinks she's standing upright when she's actually leaning at 30 degrees and five crewmen who are hiccuping in harmony. How the hell did you manage this, Scotty?”
Montgomery Scott is currently sprawled, arms and legs akimbo, across a bio-bed. His gaze is fixed on the ceiling panels. The chief engineer swallows heavily.
“I may be throwing up soon.” He says, voice a little scratchy. Leonard nods at Nurse Gret who retrieves a gag-bag from a nearby cabinet.
“Aim for the bag and not the floor please.” Gret says in a voice that's not really masculine or feminine, but somewhere in between. Ze opens the bag and places it next to one of Scotty's hands.
“On the up side,” Scotty says, “It isnna likely to be furry or electric blue like last week.”
“I always miss the fun stuff.” Gaila says with a pout from one bio-bed over. Leonard shoots her an incredulous look. She grins back at him, completely unabashed. “To answer your question Doctor Leonard, we were experimenting with a miniaturized version of the external dampeners. Only we were trying to reverse the affect as a new way to deal with space debris. It didn't quite go as planned.”
“Gaila, darlin',” Leonard says, looking her up and down. “Why are you oozing?”
“I think the directed concussive force, which wasn't all that directed by the way, has jarred my pheromone glands.”
The contemplative silence that follows this statement is deafening.
“De-cam now please.” Leonard says while the rest of the room collectively slaps their hands over their mouths and noses and the two auditory tasters' eyes glaze over.
“Do I have to take off my clothes?” Gaila asks as she hops off the Bio-bed, leaving a bit of shimmery sweat behind where her hands touched the surface.
“Yes. Bio-hazard. Sorry.” Leonard says, trying to last as long as possible without breathing in.
“But I'm wearing my lucky panties. You can't vaporize my lucky panties!” She complains, heading toward the containment room indicated by the frantic waving of two of his nurses. “What will I wear during the next experiment?”
“Lord help me.”
“Do I get a sponge bath?”
“Chapel!”
The sound of Gaila's laughter is cut off by the containment doors. Chapel barely waits for Leonard's signal before hitting the switch to cycle out the air. After the fans die down the room visibly relaxes. Leonard sighs with relief and takes a deep breath of fresh air before walking back towards the chief engineer. He gives the two ensigns a quick once over as he passes them. Other than copious amounts of drool they appear to be just fine. He stops at the side of Scotty's bio-bed and glares down at him.
“Scotty?” Leonard asks. Scotty doesn't turn to look at him but he does answer.
“Aye?”
“If you are, in any way, oozing I will kick you bodily out of my Med-Bay.”
“I think there's something a wee bit wrong with me brain, Doctor.” Scotty says, squeezing his eyes closed.
“What?” Leonard's head snaps up to look at the readings on the monitoring screen. They appear fairly normal but he grabs his tricorder and detaches the wand to get a closer look. He pays close attention to the readings but other than the usual random fluctuations Scotty's brain waves seem normal. “Why do you say that?”
“Everythin's upside down!” Is the man's slightly panicy response.
“Hmmm,” Leonard thinks he may know what's going on here. It's just the sort of thing that would fit in nicely with the rest of today's shenanigans. “Okay, Scotty. I need you to open your eyes and look straight ahead, at the ceiling.”
Scotty complies. Leonard moves his hand into his field of vision, starting from the man's right elbow and slowly moving toward the opposite corner of the bed.
“Which direction did my hand come from, Scotty?”
“The upper left, only your voice is comin' from me right!” Scotty says, squeezing his eyes shut again. “Tell it to me straight, Doctor. How long do I have?”
“Don't be such a drama queen, Scotty. It doesn't suit you.” Leonard would be laughing if he weren't so exasperated. “You'll be fine. In fact, your brain will correct for this on it's own.”
“It will?”
“Yep, babies start out seeing the world just like you are now,” Leonard says, putting his tricorder back in its case. “Eventually, the brain gets a clue and inverts the data it gets from the eyes. Allowing you to see the world the right way up.”
“Oh, aye. That makes sense, I suppose. Given the way light travels.” Scotty says, sounding a good deal happier. “How long do you suppose it'll take?”
“About half a week.” Leonard answers, trying to keep a straight face.
“A week?” Scotty shouts. He bolts upright on the bio-bed and has to grab onto the sides to keep from falling off. “I cannae wait a week for me brain to catch up with me eyes! There are things need doin' an I'm the only one qualified to oversee them!”
“Relax,” Leonard puts a hand against Scotty's chest and pushes him back down onto his back. “I wasn't going to let you walk out of here while you're still seeing the ceiling as the floor. Hold still.”
Leonard accepts the Nero-Synchronizer that Nurse Gret is holding out for him and fixes it to Scotty's forehead. He adjusts the settings as he explains the procedure to the engineer. “This thing is going to speed up the process. If you do what I tell you, it'll have you out of here in half an hour.”
“I like the sound of that!”
“Right,” Leonard says, gesturing toward his nurse. “Nurse Gret here is going to move zir hand around in front of your face. Each time ze pauses you need to reach out and try to touch zir hand. That exercise plus this Nero-Synchronizer will get your brain heading in the right direction in no time.”
Leonard steps out of Gret's way and turns towards Chapel who's come up to stand beside him. “Status?”
“Ensigns Tepick and Greene and Lieutenant V'tru are set up with Nero-Synchronizers and the five crewmen have been given muscle relaxants. Their stats are being monitored.”
“And Ensign Gaila?” Leonard asks, surveying the activity around Med-Bay.
“Her clothes have been disposed of,” Chapel's lip twitches upward, “All except her underwear. She refuses to take it off.”
Leonard sighs and runs a hand over his face. He debates the relative importance of his dignitary compared to safety regulations. He's going to kick himself for this later, when Jim hears about it and decides to waggle his eyebrows and tease him about having to pull rank to get a woman naked. Leonard walks over to a tech station and patches into the comm for the De-cam shower unit.
“Gaila?”
“Yes, Doctor Leonard?” She answers sweetly.
“I can't believe I'm saying this but,” Leonard steels himself, closing his eyes so he doesn't have to watch Chapel stuff her fist into her mouth to keep from laughing. “As this ship's CMO I'm ordering you to take off your underwear.”
“Ohhh! Kinky!” Gaila giggles over the comm. “Sir, yes sir!”
Leonard sighs with relief. That wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. “Excellent, place them in the hazard shoot and then-”
“No deal.” Gaila cuts him off.
“Ensign-”
“They're my lucky panties!”
“I'm aware of that,” Leonard says, a bit annoyed. “But that doesn't change the fact that they're a hazardous material at the moment. Regulations state that they have to be disposed of.”
“Please, Leonard? I wore them on the Farragut.” There's a tremor in her voice. “Please.”
He glances up at Chapel. She's watching him intently, her expression unreadable. He doesn't really need her opinion on this, he's already decided what he's going to say, but it would be nice to have some kind of conformation that she shares his inclinations before he says it.
“Chapel, have someone run down to one of the science labs and requisition a specimen bag.”
“Yes, Doctor.” She smiles with her eyes, then walks away.
“Thank you.”
“You're welcome, darlin'.”
*-*-*-*-*-*
The Enterprise is at warp, traveling between missions. Other than routine appointments and training injuries, Med-Bay isn't getting much traffic. It's virtually empty now and quiet for the most part. The only sounds drifting around the bay are the soft 'clinks' of metal on metal as med-techs take inventory and the perplexed mummers of two nurses from the equipment storage room.
Leonard is in his office updating Jim's Medical Log.
It's slow going. Not because a lot has happened since the last time he's added to it, though their last mission had been... interesting. And not because there's all sorts of strange, new allergies or diseases as-yet-unknown-to-man to make a note of. It's mostly because Leonard has to stop and delete half of what he dictates every other sentence.
“The Moron, king of moron kind and all of their ilk - delete that.”
'Added Content Deleted.' The computer responds in a soothing feminine voice.
“The Captain sustained hairline fractures to the 7th and 8th ribs on his right side. Because he's an imbecile, incapable of delegating even the most routine tasks - computer, delete everything after 'his right side'.”
'Specified Content Deleted.'
“The Captain also sustained blunt force trauma to the left temple. Possibly causing the few brain cells he had left to dislodge, resulting in a marked decrease in his ability to make rational decisions - computer, delete everything after 'the left temple'.”
'Specified Content Deleted.'
“Following these injuries, obtained on the God forsaken, shit hole of a planet known as Sigma F-3, and showing a complete disregard for my own sanity the little shit proceeded to metaphorically beat his chest at the locals.” At which point Leonard really can't stop himself from dropping all pretense and yelling at the counsel. “Do you hear that you damn geezers? The planet had sentient life! Giant ass sentient life, God-dammit! Uninhabited, resource rich boon, my ass. When was that data probe sent out? The 20th century? ...Fuckers... Computer, delete-”
“Engineering to Med-Bay.” Scotty's voice interrupts his train of thought.
“Oh, God. Not you again.” Leonard groans.
“An it's nice to be speaking to you as well, Doctor!” Scotty responds, sounding all together too cheery.
“What is it this time? Did you blow something up? Someone get stuck in a Jeffrey's tube?”
“You'll be happy to hear that, amazingly, none of my people are in any way injured, ill or in need of any kind of medical intervention what so ever.” Scotty answers. Leonard stares at the comm suspiciously. The ship's CE sounds far too smug for anything good to come out of this conversation. There's a pause and then Scotty's voice comes over the comm a little fainter. As though he's turned his back to it. “Don't go climbing up after them, you little bugger! The structure's wobbly as it is!”
“Scotty-”
“The Cap'n and Mr. Sulu on the other hand-”
“Son of a bitch!” Leonard snatches his tricorder up off his shelf and reaches for his kit.
“Thought that would make your day.” Scotty replies. “They went zooming by on some kind of contraption, up along the sky walk above the water turbines. Took a corner weird and skidded off onto the rigging above that grav-mag generator we've been experimentin' with.”
“Can you see them?” Leonard asks, punching the nurse call button on his counsel.
“Nope! Can hear them well enough, though. They sound right pleased with themselves.”
“Of course they do.” Leonard roles his eyes. He gets his kit slung over his shoulder just as Chapel and a couple of younger nurses step into his office. “Incident in Engineering, Chapel. I'll take Thompson and Stevens. Mind the Bay until we get back. God, I hate these long transitory periods in warp, people seem to shed IQ points by the shit load.”
“And by people, you mean the Captain?” Chapel smirks. Leonard doesn't grace that statement with a reply.
“Should we tell-” One of the younger nurses starts before getting cut off by her co-worker.
“Later! The Doctor's busy.”
“What is it?” Leonard asks. “Might as well get it out before it gets forgotten.”
“One of the hover stretchers has gone missing, Sir.” Chapel says when neither of the other two respond. “The digital log says they're all accounted for, that all eleven have been signed in but-”
“We're supposed to have twelve in the Main Bay, that's regulation.” Leonard stops, meeting Chapel's questioning gaze.
“Exactly.”
“Hover stretcher, you say?” Scotty pipes up. “That'd be a longish sort of white lookin' thing?”
Leonard and all three nurse stare down at the comm in surprise.
“Yes...”
“Oh, well. That's alright then! It's hanging from the primary support cable.”
“I'm going to kill that man.” Leonard mutters, putting one hand down on the desk for support. His fingers brush the control panel of his counsel and the computer responds to the touch.
'Dictation Completed On CMO's Medical Log. Transmitting To Star Fleet Medical. Transfer Completed.'
“Oh God dammit, Jim!”
*-*-*-*-*-*
“It was horrible, Doc.” Ensign Anders whispers. He's staring straight head, not really seeing what's in front of him, eyes wide enough to show the whites all around. “It just happened. Out of nowhere. And I couldn't do anything.”
“I know, kid.” Leonard says, low and soothing. He runs the tricorder wand over the ensign's face and down his chest, focusing on his lungs. The readings check out normal except for an elevated heart rate and higher than normal blood pressure. From stress more than anything. “Keep talkin'. Let it all out.”
“I was ready, I was.” Anders insists, more to himself than to Leonard. “I'd had my eye on that one Gergite, he was acting off. Different from the others. An when he threw that thing at me? I had my hand coming up to block and my phaser half out of the holster. I was ready! And then, then, then-”
“It's okay.” Leonard puts his tricorder down and rests a hand on the kid's shoulder.
“He came out of nowhere! Slammed right into me!” Anders shudders, looks at the doctor imploringly. “Why'd he do that? What the hell was he thinking?”
“I'm still not entirely sure he does.”
“It hit him right in the face, the powder got all over him! It could have been anything!” Anders' face is pinched in a way that makes Leonard wonder if he should pull the privacy curtain before the kid bursts into tears in front of the entire Med-Bay. “He's the Captain, he can't do that!”
Leonard sighs and pats the ensign's shoulder. “Look, Anders. I know you're new to the Enterprise and all, and that this was your first away mission here-”
“I was ready.”
“I know. Giotto doesn't clear anyone for planet side unless he's confident in them.” Leonard says, hoping that'll get the kid to relax a little. It does but not much. At least Anders doesn't look as teary. “You're new, an maybe you thought some of the things the other guys were telling you were exaggerations or that they were pulling your leg. I'm telling you that everything they said was God's own truth.”
“Even the thing about the Klingons and the tentacle porn?”
“God, don't remind me,” Leonard groans then rushes ahead when Anders' jaw goes slack. “What I'm saying is, even if you brushed them off the other guys in Security will understand. Find someone you feel comfortable with and just talk to them about what happened today. They'll listen.”
“Really?” Anders asks, voice a little weak.
“Yes. And if you can't think of anyone, try Cupcake - Lieutenant Mathews,” Leonard clarifies when Anders just looks confused. “He's a good listener and he's been there for some of the Captain's more insane misadventures.”
“Okay,” Anders says, gives a little nod. He calls after Leonard when he turns away. “Doc! The Captain, he's alright?”
“Yeah, damn amazing really.” Leonard replies shaking his head. “He managed to get hit with the one substance in the entire galaxy that he doesn't seem to be allergic to. Other than some bumps and bruises, he's fine. Already been discharged, in fact.”
Anders breaths out a sigh of relief and Leonard turns away. There are still some things to attend to before he goes to rip Jim a new one.
-*-
“Jim, this is beginning to get out of hand.” Leonard says, walking into the Captain's quarters. He's had just about as many traumatized Security personnel in his Med-Bay as he can take. If something isn't done about it soon he's going to loose his mind. He stops just inside the door and looks around. The lights are on but he can't see Jim anywhere in the common area. He raises his voice and walks toward the door to the bedroom. “I swear, Jim, if you're not in your quarters like I told you-”
The door to the bedroom slides open. The room is dark. Leonard looks towards the bed and can just make out a shape there from the light pouring in behind him. He sighs and whispers a command just loud enough for the computer to register. He'll give Jim a quick once over and then let him sleep. His bitching can wait until the morning. “Lights at ten percent.”
“Dammit Jim.” Leonard curses. The shape on the bed is one of Jim's pillows and part of his blanket balled up at the center. Captain of a damn star ship and the kid still doesn't make his bed. Leonard's comm chimes as he starts to turn and head out of the Captain's quarters. He flips it open, giving the bedroom one last look before turning fully away from it. “McCoy here.”
Leonard hears just enough to know the voice on the line is Chapel before he's hit from the side. It's a full body impact, knocking him to the floor with enough force to leave him breathless. He barely has time to realize his attacker is on top of him, let alone try to fight him off, before his wrists are taken in a firm grip and pressed to the floor on either side of his head. He's reeling from the fall but the floor is hard against his back, it's enough to ground him, to keep him from panicking. He's on his back, facing his attacker. He has options, can hear them listed off in his mind. Jim's voice saying: pull them off balance, go for the throat, the ears, the eyes; you're a doctor Bones, you know how fragile the human body can be, use it against them. Leonard pulls in his first real breath and opens his eyes.
Any half formed thoughts of resistance or escape leave him instantly. He's shocked senseless (his trust in his friend is so complete that, even being attacked in the Captain's quarters, the thought never would have occurred to him) to see Jim staring down at him, face hard, his gaze hot and intense. He looks wild with half his face illuminated from the common room's light, the other half shadowed.
“Doctor McCoy? Doctor McCoy!” Leonard's comm, amazingly, is still in his hand. Close enough to his face that, even without turning his head to the side, he knows Chapel will be able to hear him.
“You know how we decided to discharge Jim from Med-Bay instead of observing him overnight?” Leonard asks, his voice little more than a horse whisper. Jim's only reaction to the sound is to press his knees tighter against Leonard's sides, squeeze his wrist a little harder. Still staring him in the eyes, not blinking once. The light from the common room puts highlights in them, making them appear sharp and alien. Like doll eyes.
“Um... Yes?” Chapel replies, sounding a little unsure.
“Yeah, we shouldn't have done that.” Leonard watches Jim carefully, looking for any warning signs that a sudden shift in action is imminent. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, a nervous gesture. Jim's eyes shift down to watch, head tilting. Leonard stills instantly.
“What's happening?” Chapel asks, voice low. She asks again when Leonard doesn't answer right away. “Doctor? What's the Captain doing?”
“Right now? He's got me pinned to the floor and he's staring at my mouth.” The line stays quiet and Leonard knows his head nurse is thinking exactly what he's thinking. Say what you like about the Yeomen, Leonard knows that it's actually the Med-staff who are the worst gossips in the Fleet. The Enterprise has never encountered this particular hazard of planetary exploration, until today it seems, but his nurses have heard all about it from their colleagues on other ships. Pollens, molds and spores drastically altering the behavior of those who are exposed. Some leading to violent rages, others to dramatic mood swings or lethargy and melancholy.
There's one reaction more notorious than all the others combined, infamous to the point that it's engraved itself into Star Fleet mythology. If Jim's actions are anything to go by - the intensity, the assertion of dominance, his apparent lack of higher cognizance - it's definitely this last influence that Jim has come under. If something isn't done quickly, Leonard knows, this situation will end very badly. His own body Leonard can heal easily, his mind will take longer but is doable. Jim's trust in himself, however... Leonard isn't sure if he'll be able to fix that if things go wrong.
He gasps, startled, as Jim lowers his face down close. Jim's nose brushes against his skin from cheek to ear as he takes a slow, deep breath in.
“And now he's sniffing me.”
“We're coming! Thompson, comm Security! Leonard, are you in the Capt-” Jim's head snaps up when he hears Chapel say the doctor's name, his eyes boring into Leonard's, narrowed down to slits. Jim snarls, ripping the comm from Leonard's hand to throw it at the wall. It shatters and falls to the floor in pieces before Chapel can finish the question.
Leonard takes the opening provided by Jim letting go of his wrist to destroy the comm. He swings his arm up, hand cupped, to slam against Jim's ear. The blow seems to stun him for a moment, which is all Leonard needs to rip his other hand free from Jim's slackened grip. He tries to get a hold of Jim's shoulders, to push him off to the side but Jim's recovered and he grabs at Leonard's arms. The struggle is furious but brief and then Leonard's wrists are slammed back onto the floor, Jim's legs squeezing hard enough that Leonard is starting to have difficulty breathing.
“Mine!” Jim shouts, short and sharp, almost a bark. Leonard's momentarily stunned. Language isn't supposed to be something Jim should have the presence of mind to use in this condition. Leonard takes a deep breath, hoping desperately that he can talk Jim down.
“Jim, please. Don't do this.” He can feel Jim's erection through the layers of fabric, hot and hard on his stomach, as he presses Leonard's body against the floor. Jim's eyes are locked on his, pupils wide and feverish. “Jim, please.”
“Mine.” Jim all but growls. His fingers tighten around Leonard's wrists until sharp pain shoots down his arms.
“God!” Leonard hisses. He's desperate and just a little frightened and he's tried everything else. Fighting and pleading, everything but submitting and isn't that what Jim - not really Jim but he's in there somewhere - really wants? For Leonard to submit to him? He hopes this will have some effect, hopes the Security team is close. “Yes! Yours, yours, only yours.”
Always yours, He thinks, closing his eyes and turning his head to the side. Even if you've never seen it, will never see it.
He tries to breath deep and even, waiting for whatever Jim decides to do next. For a few moments it's just hot breath against his face and then Jim speaks.
“Mine?” The change in tone is enough to shock Leonard into snapping his eyes open to look at Jim from the corner of his eye. Jim's face hasn't gone soft exactly, but it's not as sharp and unforgiving as it was before.
“Yours.” Leonard breaths out, trying not to feel too relieved, because he doesn't know where this is going.
“Mine!” Jim cries, fucking ecstatic. Suddenly the pressure on Leonard's wrists is gone. Jim has his arms wrapped around Leonard's shoulders and is tucking his face into the crook of his neck, nuzzling as he chants in a sing-song sort of voice. “Bonesy, Bonesy, my Bonesy, Bonesy, mine!”
“What. The fuck.”
Leonard hears the door slide open over Jim's happy noises. He can hear the echo of voices yelling from down the hall before they're cut off again. Then Spock comes through the entry to the bedroom, towering in the back lighting. He's radiating power and animalistic strength, muscles tense and ready to spring until suddenly he's not. He freezes for half a second and then his shoulders relax as he folds his hands behind his back. Spock tilts his head just slightly, one eyebrow making a break for his hairline, as he watches their Captain wriggle like an excited puppy against Leonard's chest.
“Mine, mine, my Bonesy, mine!”
Leonard glares at Spock over Jim's head. “Stop it, you pointy eared bastard.”
“I'm engaged in no activity that could meet with your disapproval, Doctor.” Spock says in a voice that would be considered dry humor from a human. But since it's Spock, it's just his normal 'humans are so illogical' tone.
“Yes, you are. You're laughing at me. Quietly in your head.”
The main door slides open again before Spock can respond to that. Two Security officers burst into the room, taking up positions on either side of Spock. Their phasers are drawn and set to stun but they don't fire, going still when they see the Commander's relaxed posture. Chapel and two trauma nurses come skidding in behind them. Chapel's face is drawn with worry. They all go a bit bug-eyed when they see Leonard and Jim on the floor.
“As CMO,” Leonard says, looking Cupcake in the eyes and scowling. “I'm giving you permission to stun his ass and drag him back to Med-Bay by his ankles.”
Jim fucking purrs at the sound of Leonard's voice and rolls his hips.
“Christ!” Leonard gasps. The trauma nurses are staring at their feet and trying not to grin. Chapel has no such restraint and falls to the ground, laughing hysterically.
“We were under the impression, Doctor,” Spock says, Cupcake and the other red shirt holstering their phasers behind him. “That you were in danger of... loosing your virtue, I believe the phrase is.”
“I'm in danger of loosing my temper if you don't get this idiot off me.” Leonard snaps, then turns his attention to his head nurse. She's got tears running down her face and he's not sure if they're from her laughter or if she's honest to God crying. He wonders what was going through her head when the comm died, wonders what she must have been feeling running here not knowing what she would find. For all her strength and business like manner, she's a compassionate soul. “Chapel? You alright?”
“Snuggle pollen!” She gasps out. “Oh, my God! And he's humping you! Oh, I'm dying, dying!”
“I know where your quarters are woman,” Leonard threatens, “and you're a damn fine nurse so don't make me smother you in your sleep!”
Eventually they drag Jim off of him (No! My Bonesy!), administer a sedative and transfer him down to a private room in Med-Bay. The next day, when the effects have worn off, Leonard looks Jim over before discharging him. Again.
The appointment is full of Jim's awkward apologies and Leonard's embarrassing assurances to Jim that he's fine, really so just hold still dammit. Leonard spends the whole time worrying about what Jim is thinking and if he'll ever act the same around Leonard again. It isn't until the end of the examination that Leonard knows things are going to be alright, that he and Jim will continue on as normal. Not until Jim looks up at him, smiling crookedly, and asks if this means they're going steady. Leonard throws a tissue dispenser at it him and chases Jim out of the Med-Bay. Jim throws him a jaunty salute, saying 'Yes sir, Lieutenant Commander Bonesy, sir!' as he makes a mad dash for a turbo-lift and the Bridge.
*-*-*-*-*-*
Leonard is sitting at a table in a Star Fleet canteen on Station Beta-Sentari with three other CMOs. The four ships are docked to take on new personnel, load supplies, receive training and renew certifications. He'd spent the morning synchronizing schedules with his staff, making sure everyone knew what seminars they needed to attend and when until they'd all been able to recite the schedule by heart. Until Chapel had looked about ready to beat him senseless with her PADD. He can honestly say he'd been looking forward to this lunch meeting with the other CMO's. At the moment they're comparing horror stories.
“You can't be serious,” Doctor Mudiraj says, looking up from his vegetarian curry.
“Completely serious,” Doctor Kukk replies. She brings her hand up over her heart to indicate the sincerity of her statement. “The man comes in every 37 days at precisely 1400 hours complaining of new symptoms and then telling me exactly what's wrong with him. I could set my chronometer by him!”
“Amazing how someone like that can make it past the psych screening.” Doctor Aoki remarks from Leonard's left.
“It's because he's such a genius at navigation. We're proud to have him, despite his quirks.” Doctor Kukk replies. Though she sounds more smug than proud. She turns toward Leonard, grinning. “But the Enterprise has a young prodigy in that field as well I hear.”
“We've got many fine people on board,” Leonard says and means it. “Chekov's a whiz kid but he's not the only one with a little extra talent up his sleeve.”
“I've heard some interesting things concerning the Enterprise,” Mudiraj says. He waves his fork at Leonard, his eyes twinkling. “But you haven't shared any stories yet, Doctor McCoy. You're holding out on us!”
“That's right,” Aoki turns to regard him. “We've heard all about Doctor Mudiraj's chicken pox incident-”
“Chicken pox in the 23rd century! Who would believe it?” Kukk interjects.
“- and I've told my story about the Tellerite tubers that turned everyone's hair blue.” Aoki continues, glancing briefly in Kukk's direction. “Now it's your turn. Anything interesting happen on your ship lately?”
Leonard looks around the table. It's been a taxing couple of months all in all and this stop isn't really going to be much of a vacation. It's pleasant enough to eat and chat with his fellow CMOs but he's beginning to think that he doesn't actually have much in common with them, aside from the basics. He's heard Jim comment often enough about how special his ship, his girl, is and what an amazing crew he'd managed to pull together, fighting for them tooth and nail. But it's not really until just now that Leonard realizes exactly how true it is. There really isn't another ship, another crew in the Fleet that can compare.
Leonard has a sort of gruff, will-stand-for-no-bull-shit personality in general, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know how to have fun. So he tells them.
He tells them everything.
From the last couple of months at least, and even that takes the better part of their lunch. Not that much of it gets eaten after Leonard gets to the bit where he has to order Gaila to take her clothes off. Eventually Leonard reaches the end of his most recent adventure on the Enterprise and sits back waiting for his colleagues' reactions. For a few moments they just stare and then they all start in on top of each other.
“Where did he find a swing set?”
“He fought them bare-handed? Is he insane?”
“They let him run Engineering? The man's a nightmare!”
“Snuggle pollen? I thought my nurses were just having a go at me!”
“Yes, but where did he find a swing set?”
Leonard just sits back grinning and laughs.
End
Rating: PG-13?
Characters/Pairings: McCoy! With appearances by: Chekov, Scotty, Gaila, Spock, Chapel, Kirk, Cupcake and minor OCs.
Warnings: Um... it's 15 pages in word...? ^^
Recipient: Alex/Rosivan
>Leonard is reasonably certain that other CMOs don't have nearly the same problems he does.
This is a phrase that, in one form or another, makes up about 40% of Leonard's internal monologue, along with: They don't pay me enough for this shit and Dammit Jim!. It's also the first thing that crosses his sleep fogged mind as he stares blankly at the comm in his hand. He's seated at his desk in his office in Med-bay. There's a PADD on his desk where his head used to be, it's undoubtedly left an indent on his face. Beside it is a mug half full of coffee which likely went cold hours ago. Leonard takes a large drink of it anyway.
“Chekov?”
“Yes, Doctor?”
“It's-” He stops to squint at the chronometer on the wall. “nearly 0200 hours. You realize that right?”
“Yes, Doctor. We were out drinking.” Chekov stops there as though this explains everything and, when Jim and Sulu are involved, it generally does. Background noise can be heard faintly over the comm link. It mostly consists of a male voice ranting hysterically.
“Who's that in the background, Chekov?”
“Lieutenant Mathews, Doctor. He thinks you are going to cheese us.”
Leonard takes a moment to contemplate that statement.
“What?”
“Umm. Sorry, is an English idiom. Some kind of dairy product is involved?”
“Cream!” Leonard says, when his inner Chekov translator kicks in. “He thinks I'm going to cream you.”
“Yes, that is it!” Chekov's voice chirps over the comm.
“Why does Cupc- Mathews think I'm going to cream you?”
Chekov tells him.
Leonard stares at the comm for a few moments, then very carefully puts it down. He rolls his chair back and navigates his way out of his office and toward the on-hand hypo-tube storage rack. He selects his favorite stimulant, the one that's gotten him through ship wide pandemics and senior staff meetings, loads it into a hypospray and administers a liberal dose. It takes a few moments to kick in. When it does the world swims into focus and the kink in his neck recedes into the back of his mind. He sets the hypospray back down onto the rack with a soft 'clink'.
On his way back to his office Leonard catches the questioning look of the duty nurse. She glances back at the hypo-rack and then returns her gaze to Leonard with one eyebrow raised. He nods and she gets up to follow him back into his office.
Leonard sits back down at his desk. He takes a deep breath and reaches for the comm. Nurse O'Malley is watching expectantly from the doorway. She's got her arms folded and her fingers are twitching in a way that indicates, to Leonard's trained eye, that this is a woman who really wishes she had a bowl of popcorn.
“Doctor? Are you still there?” Comes Chekov's voice from the comm.
“Could you explain that again, Chekov? I think I may have misunderstood the first time around.”
Chekov does.
O'Malley snickers.
“Where-” Leonard asks, holding the comm close to his face and speaking very deliberately to keep himself from cursing a blue streak a mile wide. “-did that lunatic we call our Captain find a swing set?”
“The miners operating this station built a playground for their children.” Is Chekov's reply. In the background Leonard can hear the anxious voice of Lieutenant Mathews ne' Cupcake yelling 'Captain! Can you hear me? How many fingers am I holding up?'
“So Jim, drunk as a skunk, decides that because it's there he needs to launch himself off it?”
“It was actually an accident.” Chekov says. Leonard can hear Jim yelling excitedly: 'That was awesome! Lets do it again!' in the background. The Ensign continues as though his explanation could make the situation seem less ridiculous than it already does. “They were actually trying to spin themselves over the bar. Which is impossible-”
'Oh man! Look how far we went!'
“-but Sulu cheated and then the swing broke. They had a lot of momentum.”
“I'll just bet they did...” Leonard mutters. He wipes his free hand over his face. He can see O'Malley from between his fingers, she's grinning from ear to ear and rubbing her hands together. It occurs to him that she's never been present for one of these Incidents. For some reason, which Leonard has never tried to understand, his nurses keep a poster in their crash room with a running tally of just who was present for what. It seems to factor into the social pecking order in some way. They call it The Long List of Dammit Jim!. He supposes he should be honored.
'Dude! We left skid marks!' comes over the comm.
“I take it they're both still conscious, then?” Leonard asks, not really needing Chekov's answer.
“Yes, Doctor.”
“Lovely. Get their asses to a shuttle and I'll see you all in 20 minutes.” He says then closes the comm with a firm 'snap'.
They don't pay me enough for this shit. He thinks.
“That'll be another one for The List, then?” O'Malley asks, sounding entirely too amused.
Leonard grunts an affirmative then sets his head down on his desk. If he's lucky, really lucky, he'll get to lie here long enough for the PADD to leave another indent on his face. O'Malley hasn't left his doorway yet, he can feel her misplaced enthusiasm radiating through the top of his skull. When she does speak, however, he can detect an acceptable amount of sympathy in her voice.
“I'll have Lockly nip down to the mess for a slice of pie and a tall glass of milk for you, Doctor.”
“You're a saint, O'Malley. A fucking saint.”
“Yes, sir.”
*-*-*-*-*-*
Engineering is the bane of Leonard's existence.
Most people, who have never set foot on the Enterprise, would expect this dubious honor to go to Security. They end up with the short straw more often than not as they're the ones tasked with handling confrontations and securing the safety of all non-combative personnel when shit goes down. This by itself ensures that Security personnel frequent Med-Bays over the entire fleet more often than any other division, regardless of how competent they are at their jobs.
Security on the Enterprise, however, has one additional complication in that several of the Enterprise's technically “non-combative” personnel often defy their classification with joyful abandon. As a result, Lieutenant Commender Giotto's men and women see so much of Med-Bay that they're on a first-name basis with all the nurses and have an entire section of Bio-beds dedicated solely for their use.
Despite this Leonard likes to think he has an understanding with the members of the Security division. He understands that Security personnel are going to show up in his Med-Bay with extensive injuries and horror stories about their Captain and they understand that Leonard is going to bitch at them for it.
It's a give and take kind of relationship. Engineering, on the other hand, is a royal pain in the ass. Unlike Security, whose injuries are often significant and obtained in the usually unavoidable execution of their duty (or while trying to prevent their Captain from executing their duties himself), Engineering manages to cause Leonard all kinds of problems without seriously hurting themselves in any way.
“What the hell is wrong with you people?” Leonard says, surveying his Med-Bay. There are men and women occupying most of the available Bio-beds with medical ailments ranging from 'That's Kinda Weird' to 'Really Fucking Ridiculous'. He turns his attention to The Instigator. “I've got two ensigns who are tasting what they hear, a lieutenant who thinks she's standing upright when she's actually leaning at 30 degrees and five crewmen who are hiccuping in harmony. How the hell did you manage this, Scotty?”
Montgomery Scott is currently sprawled, arms and legs akimbo, across a bio-bed. His gaze is fixed on the ceiling panels. The chief engineer swallows heavily.
“I may be throwing up soon.” He says, voice a little scratchy. Leonard nods at Nurse Gret who retrieves a gag-bag from a nearby cabinet.
“Aim for the bag and not the floor please.” Gret says in a voice that's not really masculine or feminine, but somewhere in between. Ze opens the bag and places it next to one of Scotty's hands.
“On the up side,” Scotty says, “It isnna likely to be furry or electric blue like last week.”
“I always miss the fun stuff.” Gaila says with a pout from one bio-bed over. Leonard shoots her an incredulous look. She grins back at him, completely unabashed. “To answer your question Doctor Leonard, we were experimenting with a miniaturized version of the external dampeners. Only we were trying to reverse the affect as a new way to deal with space debris. It didn't quite go as planned.”
“Gaila, darlin',” Leonard says, looking her up and down. “Why are you oozing?”
“I think the directed concussive force, which wasn't all that directed by the way, has jarred my pheromone glands.”
The contemplative silence that follows this statement is deafening.
“De-cam now please.” Leonard says while the rest of the room collectively slaps their hands over their mouths and noses and the two auditory tasters' eyes glaze over.
“Do I have to take off my clothes?” Gaila asks as she hops off the Bio-bed, leaving a bit of shimmery sweat behind where her hands touched the surface.
“Yes. Bio-hazard. Sorry.” Leonard says, trying to last as long as possible without breathing in.
“But I'm wearing my lucky panties. You can't vaporize my lucky panties!” She complains, heading toward the containment room indicated by the frantic waving of two of his nurses. “What will I wear during the next experiment?”
“Lord help me.”
“Do I get a sponge bath?”
“Chapel!”
The sound of Gaila's laughter is cut off by the containment doors. Chapel barely waits for Leonard's signal before hitting the switch to cycle out the air. After the fans die down the room visibly relaxes. Leonard sighs with relief and takes a deep breath of fresh air before walking back towards the chief engineer. He gives the two ensigns a quick once over as he passes them. Other than copious amounts of drool they appear to be just fine. He stops at the side of Scotty's bio-bed and glares down at him.
“Scotty?” Leonard asks. Scotty doesn't turn to look at him but he does answer.
“Aye?”
“If you are, in any way, oozing I will kick you bodily out of my Med-Bay.”
“I think there's something a wee bit wrong with me brain, Doctor.” Scotty says, squeezing his eyes closed.
“What?” Leonard's head snaps up to look at the readings on the monitoring screen. They appear fairly normal but he grabs his tricorder and detaches the wand to get a closer look. He pays close attention to the readings but other than the usual random fluctuations Scotty's brain waves seem normal. “Why do you say that?”
“Everythin's upside down!” Is the man's slightly panicy response.
“Hmmm,” Leonard thinks he may know what's going on here. It's just the sort of thing that would fit in nicely with the rest of today's shenanigans. “Okay, Scotty. I need you to open your eyes and look straight ahead, at the ceiling.”
Scotty complies. Leonard moves his hand into his field of vision, starting from the man's right elbow and slowly moving toward the opposite corner of the bed.
“Which direction did my hand come from, Scotty?”
“The upper left, only your voice is comin' from me right!” Scotty says, squeezing his eyes shut again. “Tell it to me straight, Doctor. How long do I have?”
“Don't be such a drama queen, Scotty. It doesn't suit you.” Leonard would be laughing if he weren't so exasperated. “You'll be fine. In fact, your brain will correct for this on it's own.”
“It will?”
“Yep, babies start out seeing the world just like you are now,” Leonard says, putting his tricorder back in its case. “Eventually, the brain gets a clue and inverts the data it gets from the eyes. Allowing you to see the world the right way up.”
“Oh, aye. That makes sense, I suppose. Given the way light travels.” Scotty says, sounding a good deal happier. “How long do you suppose it'll take?”
“About half a week.” Leonard answers, trying to keep a straight face.
“A week?” Scotty shouts. He bolts upright on the bio-bed and has to grab onto the sides to keep from falling off. “I cannae wait a week for me brain to catch up with me eyes! There are things need doin' an I'm the only one qualified to oversee them!”
“Relax,” Leonard puts a hand against Scotty's chest and pushes him back down onto his back. “I wasn't going to let you walk out of here while you're still seeing the ceiling as the floor. Hold still.”
Leonard accepts the Nero-Synchronizer that Nurse Gret is holding out for him and fixes it to Scotty's forehead. He adjusts the settings as he explains the procedure to the engineer. “This thing is going to speed up the process. If you do what I tell you, it'll have you out of here in half an hour.”
“I like the sound of that!”
“Right,” Leonard says, gesturing toward his nurse. “Nurse Gret here is going to move zir hand around in front of your face. Each time ze pauses you need to reach out and try to touch zir hand. That exercise plus this Nero-Synchronizer will get your brain heading in the right direction in no time.”
Leonard steps out of Gret's way and turns towards Chapel who's come up to stand beside him. “Status?”
“Ensigns Tepick and Greene and Lieutenant V'tru are set up with Nero-Synchronizers and the five crewmen have been given muscle relaxants. Their stats are being monitored.”
“And Ensign Gaila?” Leonard asks, surveying the activity around Med-Bay.
“Her clothes have been disposed of,” Chapel's lip twitches upward, “All except her underwear. She refuses to take it off.”
Leonard sighs and runs a hand over his face. He debates the relative importance of his dignitary compared to safety regulations. He's going to kick himself for this later, when Jim hears about it and decides to waggle his eyebrows and tease him about having to pull rank to get a woman naked. Leonard walks over to a tech station and patches into the comm for the De-cam shower unit.
“Gaila?”
“Yes, Doctor Leonard?” She answers sweetly.
“I can't believe I'm saying this but,” Leonard steels himself, closing his eyes so he doesn't have to watch Chapel stuff her fist into her mouth to keep from laughing. “As this ship's CMO I'm ordering you to take off your underwear.”
“Ohhh! Kinky!” Gaila giggles over the comm. “Sir, yes sir!”
Leonard sighs with relief. That wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. “Excellent, place them in the hazard shoot and then-”
“No deal.” Gaila cuts him off.
“Ensign-”
“They're my lucky panties!”
“I'm aware of that,” Leonard says, a bit annoyed. “But that doesn't change the fact that they're a hazardous material at the moment. Regulations state that they have to be disposed of.”
“Please, Leonard? I wore them on the Farragut.” There's a tremor in her voice. “Please.”
He glances up at Chapel. She's watching him intently, her expression unreadable. He doesn't really need her opinion on this, he's already decided what he's going to say, but it would be nice to have some kind of conformation that she shares his inclinations before he says it.
“Chapel, have someone run down to one of the science labs and requisition a specimen bag.”
“Yes, Doctor.” She smiles with her eyes, then walks away.
“Thank you.”
“You're welcome, darlin'.”
*-*-*-*-*-*
The Enterprise is at warp, traveling between missions. Other than routine appointments and training injuries, Med-Bay isn't getting much traffic. It's virtually empty now and quiet for the most part. The only sounds drifting around the bay are the soft 'clinks' of metal on metal as med-techs take inventory and the perplexed mummers of two nurses from the equipment storage room.
Leonard is in his office updating Jim's Medical Log.
It's slow going. Not because a lot has happened since the last time he's added to it, though their last mission had been... interesting. And not because there's all sorts of strange, new allergies or diseases as-yet-unknown-to-man to make a note of. It's mostly because Leonard has to stop and delete half of what he dictates every other sentence.
“The Moron, king of moron kind and all of their ilk - delete that.”
'Added Content Deleted.' The computer responds in a soothing feminine voice.
“The Captain sustained hairline fractures to the 7th and 8th ribs on his right side. Because he's an imbecile, incapable of delegating even the most routine tasks - computer, delete everything after 'his right side'.”
'Specified Content Deleted.'
“The Captain also sustained blunt force trauma to the left temple. Possibly causing the few brain cells he had left to dislodge, resulting in a marked decrease in his ability to make rational decisions - computer, delete everything after 'the left temple'.”
'Specified Content Deleted.'
“Following these injuries, obtained on the God forsaken, shit hole of a planet known as Sigma F-3, and showing a complete disregard for my own sanity the little shit proceeded to metaphorically beat his chest at the locals.” At which point Leonard really can't stop himself from dropping all pretense and yelling at the counsel. “Do you hear that you damn geezers? The planet had sentient life! Giant ass sentient life, God-dammit! Uninhabited, resource rich boon, my ass. When was that data probe sent out? The 20th century? ...Fuckers... Computer, delete-”
“Engineering to Med-Bay.” Scotty's voice interrupts his train of thought.
“Oh, God. Not you again.” Leonard groans.
“An it's nice to be speaking to you as well, Doctor!” Scotty responds, sounding all together too cheery.
“What is it this time? Did you blow something up? Someone get stuck in a Jeffrey's tube?”
“You'll be happy to hear that, amazingly, none of my people are in any way injured, ill or in need of any kind of medical intervention what so ever.” Scotty answers. Leonard stares at the comm suspiciously. The ship's CE sounds far too smug for anything good to come out of this conversation. There's a pause and then Scotty's voice comes over the comm a little fainter. As though he's turned his back to it. “Don't go climbing up after them, you little bugger! The structure's wobbly as it is!”
“Scotty-”
“The Cap'n and Mr. Sulu on the other hand-”
“Son of a bitch!” Leonard snatches his tricorder up off his shelf and reaches for his kit.
“Thought that would make your day.” Scotty replies. “They went zooming by on some kind of contraption, up along the sky walk above the water turbines. Took a corner weird and skidded off onto the rigging above that grav-mag generator we've been experimentin' with.”
“Can you see them?” Leonard asks, punching the nurse call button on his counsel.
“Nope! Can hear them well enough, though. They sound right pleased with themselves.”
“Of course they do.” Leonard roles his eyes. He gets his kit slung over his shoulder just as Chapel and a couple of younger nurses step into his office. “Incident in Engineering, Chapel. I'll take Thompson and Stevens. Mind the Bay until we get back. God, I hate these long transitory periods in warp, people seem to shed IQ points by the shit load.”
“And by people, you mean the Captain?” Chapel smirks. Leonard doesn't grace that statement with a reply.
“Should we tell-” One of the younger nurses starts before getting cut off by her co-worker.
“Later! The Doctor's busy.”
“What is it?” Leonard asks. “Might as well get it out before it gets forgotten.”
“One of the hover stretchers has gone missing, Sir.” Chapel says when neither of the other two respond. “The digital log says they're all accounted for, that all eleven have been signed in but-”
“We're supposed to have twelve in the Main Bay, that's regulation.” Leonard stops, meeting Chapel's questioning gaze.
“Exactly.”
“Hover stretcher, you say?” Scotty pipes up. “That'd be a longish sort of white lookin' thing?”
Leonard and all three nurse stare down at the comm in surprise.
“Yes...”
“Oh, well. That's alright then! It's hanging from the primary support cable.”
“I'm going to kill that man.” Leonard mutters, putting one hand down on the desk for support. His fingers brush the control panel of his counsel and the computer responds to the touch.
'Dictation Completed On CMO's Medical Log. Transmitting To Star Fleet Medical. Transfer Completed.'
“Oh God dammit, Jim!”
*-*-*-*-*-*
“It was horrible, Doc.” Ensign Anders whispers. He's staring straight head, not really seeing what's in front of him, eyes wide enough to show the whites all around. “It just happened. Out of nowhere. And I couldn't do anything.”
“I know, kid.” Leonard says, low and soothing. He runs the tricorder wand over the ensign's face and down his chest, focusing on his lungs. The readings check out normal except for an elevated heart rate and higher than normal blood pressure. From stress more than anything. “Keep talkin'. Let it all out.”
“I was ready, I was.” Anders insists, more to himself than to Leonard. “I'd had my eye on that one Gergite, he was acting off. Different from the others. An when he threw that thing at me? I had my hand coming up to block and my phaser half out of the holster. I was ready! And then, then, then-”
“It's okay.” Leonard puts his tricorder down and rests a hand on the kid's shoulder.
“He came out of nowhere! Slammed right into me!” Anders shudders, looks at the doctor imploringly. “Why'd he do that? What the hell was he thinking?”
“I'm still not entirely sure he does.”
“It hit him right in the face, the powder got all over him! It could have been anything!” Anders' face is pinched in a way that makes Leonard wonder if he should pull the privacy curtain before the kid bursts into tears in front of the entire Med-Bay. “He's the Captain, he can't do that!”
Leonard sighs and pats the ensign's shoulder. “Look, Anders. I know you're new to the Enterprise and all, and that this was your first away mission here-”
“I was ready.”
“I know. Giotto doesn't clear anyone for planet side unless he's confident in them.” Leonard says, hoping that'll get the kid to relax a little. It does but not much. At least Anders doesn't look as teary. “You're new, an maybe you thought some of the things the other guys were telling you were exaggerations or that they were pulling your leg. I'm telling you that everything they said was God's own truth.”
“Even the thing about the Klingons and the tentacle porn?”
“God, don't remind me,” Leonard groans then rushes ahead when Anders' jaw goes slack. “What I'm saying is, even if you brushed them off the other guys in Security will understand. Find someone you feel comfortable with and just talk to them about what happened today. They'll listen.”
“Really?” Anders asks, voice a little weak.
“Yes. And if you can't think of anyone, try Cupcake - Lieutenant Mathews,” Leonard clarifies when Anders just looks confused. “He's a good listener and he's been there for some of the Captain's more insane misadventures.”
“Okay,” Anders says, gives a little nod. He calls after Leonard when he turns away. “Doc! The Captain, he's alright?”
“Yeah, damn amazing really.” Leonard replies shaking his head. “He managed to get hit with the one substance in the entire galaxy that he doesn't seem to be allergic to. Other than some bumps and bruises, he's fine. Already been discharged, in fact.”
Anders breaths out a sigh of relief and Leonard turns away. There are still some things to attend to before he goes to rip Jim a new one.
-*-
“Jim, this is beginning to get out of hand.” Leonard says, walking into the Captain's quarters. He's had just about as many traumatized Security personnel in his Med-Bay as he can take. If something isn't done about it soon he's going to loose his mind. He stops just inside the door and looks around. The lights are on but he can't see Jim anywhere in the common area. He raises his voice and walks toward the door to the bedroom. “I swear, Jim, if you're not in your quarters like I told you-”
The door to the bedroom slides open. The room is dark. Leonard looks towards the bed and can just make out a shape there from the light pouring in behind him. He sighs and whispers a command just loud enough for the computer to register. He'll give Jim a quick once over and then let him sleep. His bitching can wait until the morning. “Lights at ten percent.”
“Dammit Jim.” Leonard curses. The shape on the bed is one of Jim's pillows and part of his blanket balled up at the center. Captain of a damn star ship and the kid still doesn't make his bed. Leonard's comm chimes as he starts to turn and head out of the Captain's quarters. He flips it open, giving the bedroom one last look before turning fully away from it. “McCoy here.”
Leonard hears just enough to know the voice on the line is Chapel before he's hit from the side. It's a full body impact, knocking him to the floor with enough force to leave him breathless. He barely has time to realize his attacker is on top of him, let alone try to fight him off, before his wrists are taken in a firm grip and pressed to the floor on either side of his head. He's reeling from the fall but the floor is hard against his back, it's enough to ground him, to keep him from panicking. He's on his back, facing his attacker. He has options, can hear them listed off in his mind. Jim's voice saying: pull them off balance, go for the throat, the ears, the eyes; you're a doctor Bones, you know how fragile the human body can be, use it against them. Leonard pulls in his first real breath and opens his eyes.
Any half formed thoughts of resistance or escape leave him instantly. He's shocked senseless (his trust in his friend is so complete that, even being attacked in the Captain's quarters, the thought never would have occurred to him) to see Jim staring down at him, face hard, his gaze hot and intense. He looks wild with half his face illuminated from the common room's light, the other half shadowed.
“Doctor McCoy? Doctor McCoy!” Leonard's comm, amazingly, is still in his hand. Close enough to his face that, even without turning his head to the side, he knows Chapel will be able to hear him.
“You know how we decided to discharge Jim from Med-Bay instead of observing him overnight?” Leonard asks, his voice little more than a horse whisper. Jim's only reaction to the sound is to press his knees tighter against Leonard's sides, squeeze his wrist a little harder. Still staring him in the eyes, not blinking once. The light from the common room puts highlights in them, making them appear sharp and alien. Like doll eyes.
“Um... Yes?” Chapel replies, sounding a little unsure.
“Yeah, we shouldn't have done that.” Leonard watches Jim carefully, looking for any warning signs that a sudden shift in action is imminent. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, a nervous gesture. Jim's eyes shift down to watch, head tilting. Leonard stills instantly.
“What's happening?” Chapel asks, voice low. She asks again when Leonard doesn't answer right away. “Doctor? What's the Captain doing?”
“Right now? He's got me pinned to the floor and he's staring at my mouth.” The line stays quiet and Leonard knows his head nurse is thinking exactly what he's thinking. Say what you like about the Yeomen, Leonard knows that it's actually the Med-staff who are the worst gossips in the Fleet. The Enterprise has never encountered this particular hazard of planetary exploration, until today it seems, but his nurses have heard all about it from their colleagues on other ships. Pollens, molds and spores drastically altering the behavior of those who are exposed. Some leading to violent rages, others to dramatic mood swings or lethargy and melancholy.
There's one reaction more notorious than all the others combined, infamous to the point that it's engraved itself into Star Fleet mythology. If Jim's actions are anything to go by - the intensity, the assertion of dominance, his apparent lack of higher cognizance - it's definitely this last influence that Jim has come under. If something isn't done quickly, Leonard knows, this situation will end very badly. His own body Leonard can heal easily, his mind will take longer but is doable. Jim's trust in himself, however... Leonard isn't sure if he'll be able to fix that if things go wrong.
He gasps, startled, as Jim lowers his face down close. Jim's nose brushes against his skin from cheek to ear as he takes a slow, deep breath in.
“And now he's sniffing me.”
“We're coming! Thompson, comm Security! Leonard, are you in the Capt-” Jim's head snaps up when he hears Chapel say the doctor's name, his eyes boring into Leonard's, narrowed down to slits. Jim snarls, ripping the comm from Leonard's hand to throw it at the wall. It shatters and falls to the floor in pieces before Chapel can finish the question.
Leonard takes the opening provided by Jim letting go of his wrist to destroy the comm. He swings his arm up, hand cupped, to slam against Jim's ear. The blow seems to stun him for a moment, which is all Leonard needs to rip his other hand free from Jim's slackened grip. He tries to get a hold of Jim's shoulders, to push him off to the side but Jim's recovered and he grabs at Leonard's arms. The struggle is furious but brief and then Leonard's wrists are slammed back onto the floor, Jim's legs squeezing hard enough that Leonard is starting to have difficulty breathing.
“Mine!” Jim shouts, short and sharp, almost a bark. Leonard's momentarily stunned. Language isn't supposed to be something Jim should have the presence of mind to use in this condition. Leonard takes a deep breath, hoping desperately that he can talk Jim down.
“Jim, please. Don't do this.” He can feel Jim's erection through the layers of fabric, hot and hard on his stomach, as he presses Leonard's body against the floor. Jim's eyes are locked on his, pupils wide and feverish. “Jim, please.”
“Mine.” Jim all but growls. His fingers tighten around Leonard's wrists until sharp pain shoots down his arms.
“God!” Leonard hisses. He's desperate and just a little frightened and he's tried everything else. Fighting and pleading, everything but submitting and isn't that what Jim - not really Jim but he's in there somewhere - really wants? For Leonard to submit to him? He hopes this will have some effect, hopes the Security team is close. “Yes! Yours, yours, only yours.”
Always yours, He thinks, closing his eyes and turning his head to the side. Even if you've never seen it, will never see it.
He tries to breath deep and even, waiting for whatever Jim decides to do next. For a few moments it's just hot breath against his face and then Jim speaks.
“Mine?” The change in tone is enough to shock Leonard into snapping his eyes open to look at Jim from the corner of his eye. Jim's face hasn't gone soft exactly, but it's not as sharp and unforgiving as it was before.
“Yours.” Leonard breaths out, trying not to feel too relieved, because he doesn't know where this is going.
“Mine!” Jim cries, fucking ecstatic. Suddenly the pressure on Leonard's wrists is gone. Jim has his arms wrapped around Leonard's shoulders and is tucking his face into the crook of his neck, nuzzling as he chants in a sing-song sort of voice. “Bonesy, Bonesy, my Bonesy, Bonesy, mine!”
“What. The fuck.”
Leonard hears the door slide open over Jim's happy noises. He can hear the echo of voices yelling from down the hall before they're cut off again. Then Spock comes through the entry to the bedroom, towering in the back lighting. He's radiating power and animalistic strength, muscles tense and ready to spring until suddenly he's not. He freezes for half a second and then his shoulders relax as he folds his hands behind his back. Spock tilts his head just slightly, one eyebrow making a break for his hairline, as he watches their Captain wriggle like an excited puppy against Leonard's chest.
“Mine, mine, my Bonesy, mine!”
Leonard glares at Spock over Jim's head. “Stop it, you pointy eared bastard.”
“I'm engaged in no activity that could meet with your disapproval, Doctor.” Spock says in a voice that would be considered dry humor from a human. But since it's Spock, it's just his normal 'humans are so illogical' tone.
“Yes, you are. You're laughing at me. Quietly in your head.”
The main door slides open again before Spock can respond to that. Two Security officers burst into the room, taking up positions on either side of Spock. Their phasers are drawn and set to stun but they don't fire, going still when they see the Commander's relaxed posture. Chapel and two trauma nurses come skidding in behind them. Chapel's face is drawn with worry. They all go a bit bug-eyed when they see Leonard and Jim on the floor.
“As CMO,” Leonard says, looking Cupcake in the eyes and scowling. “I'm giving you permission to stun his ass and drag him back to Med-Bay by his ankles.”
Jim fucking purrs at the sound of Leonard's voice and rolls his hips.
“Christ!” Leonard gasps. The trauma nurses are staring at their feet and trying not to grin. Chapel has no such restraint and falls to the ground, laughing hysterically.
“We were under the impression, Doctor,” Spock says, Cupcake and the other red shirt holstering their phasers behind him. “That you were in danger of... loosing your virtue, I believe the phrase is.”
“I'm in danger of loosing my temper if you don't get this idiot off me.” Leonard snaps, then turns his attention to his head nurse. She's got tears running down her face and he's not sure if they're from her laughter or if she's honest to God crying. He wonders what was going through her head when the comm died, wonders what she must have been feeling running here not knowing what she would find. For all her strength and business like manner, she's a compassionate soul. “Chapel? You alright?”
“Snuggle pollen!” She gasps out. “Oh, my God! And he's humping you! Oh, I'm dying, dying!”
“I know where your quarters are woman,” Leonard threatens, “and you're a damn fine nurse so don't make me smother you in your sleep!”
Eventually they drag Jim off of him (No! My Bonesy!), administer a sedative and transfer him down to a private room in Med-Bay. The next day, when the effects have worn off, Leonard looks Jim over before discharging him. Again.
The appointment is full of Jim's awkward apologies and Leonard's embarrassing assurances to Jim that he's fine, really so just hold still dammit. Leonard spends the whole time worrying about what Jim is thinking and if he'll ever act the same around Leonard again. It isn't until the end of the examination that Leonard knows things are going to be alright, that he and Jim will continue on as normal. Not until Jim looks up at him, smiling crookedly, and asks if this means they're going steady. Leonard throws a tissue dispenser at it him and chases Jim out of the Med-Bay. Jim throws him a jaunty salute, saying 'Yes sir, Lieutenant Commander Bonesy, sir!' as he makes a mad dash for a turbo-lift and the Bridge.
*-*-*-*-*-*
Leonard is sitting at a table in a Star Fleet canteen on Station Beta-Sentari with three other CMOs. The four ships are docked to take on new personnel, load supplies, receive training and renew certifications. He'd spent the morning synchronizing schedules with his staff, making sure everyone knew what seminars they needed to attend and when until they'd all been able to recite the schedule by heart. Until Chapel had looked about ready to beat him senseless with her PADD. He can honestly say he'd been looking forward to this lunch meeting with the other CMO's. At the moment they're comparing horror stories.
“You can't be serious,” Doctor Mudiraj says, looking up from his vegetarian curry.
“Completely serious,” Doctor Kukk replies. She brings her hand up over her heart to indicate the sincerity of her statement. “The man comes in every 37 days at precisely 1400 hours complaining of new symptoms and then telling me exactly what's wrong with him. I could set my chronometer by him!”
“Amazing how someone like that can make it past the psych screening.” Doctor Aoki remarks from Leonard's left.
“It's because he's such a genius at navigation. We're proud to have him, despite his quirks.” Doctor Kukk replies. Though she sounds more smug than proud. She turns toward Leonard, grinning. “But the Enterprise has a young prodigy in that field as well I hear.”
“We've got many fine people on board,” Leonard says and means it. “Chekov's a whiz kid but he's not the only one with a little extra talent up his sleeve.”
“I've heard some interesting things concerning the Enterprise,” Mudiraj says. He waves his fork at Leonard, his eyes twinkling. “But you haven't shared any stories yet, Doctor McCoy. You're holding out on us!”
“That's right,” Aoki turns to regard him. “We've heard all about Doctor Mudiraj's chicken pox incident-”
“Chicken pox in the 23rd century! Who would believe it?” Kukk interjects.
“- and I've told my story about the Tellerite tubers that turned everyone's hair blue.” Aoki continues, glancing briefly in Kukk's direction. “Now it's your turn. Anything interesting happen on your ship lately?”
Leonard looks around the table. It's been a taxing couple of months all in all and this stop isn't really going to be much of a vacation. It's pleasant enough to eat and chat with his fellow CMOs but he's beginning to think that he doesn't actually have much in common with them, aside from the basics. He's heard Jim comment often enough about how special his ship, his girl, is and what an amazing crew he'd managed to pull together, fighting for them tooth and nail. But it's not really until just now that Leonard realizes exactly how true it is. There really isn't another ship, another crew in the Fleet that can compare.
Leonard has a sort of gruff, will-stand-for-no-bull-shit personality in general, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know how to have fun. So he tells them.
He tells them everything.
From the last couple of months at least, and even that takes the better part of their lunch. Not that much of it gets eaten after Leonard gets to the bit where he has to order Gaila to take her clothes off. Eventually Leonard reaches the end of his most recent adventure on the Enterprise and sits back waiting for his colleagues' reactions. For a few moments they just stare and then they all start in on top of each other.
“Where did he find a swing set?”
“He fought them bare-handed? Is he insane?”
“They let him run Engineering? The man's a nightmare!”
“Snuggle pollen? I thought my nurses were just having a go at me!”
“Yes, but where did he find a swing set?”
Leonard just sits back grinning and laughs.
End