A/N: Okay so I wrote that little drabble the other day and then I read like a million and a half fics and this came to me. I'm not sure if this is going to be a simple oneshot or a series of unconnected oneshots that take place in modern times. I'm leaning towards a series, but we will just have to see what comes to mind! I also understand that Kel probably wouldn't be able to see a doctor related to her, but because I ended up making her sick with something simple I felt that being understaffed would probably allow this scenario to take place. I'm also not sure why Kel left the Navy, but I guess we'll have to figure that out next time.

I guess I should also explain my thinking for this series. It all started while watching JAG, and reading a K/N fanfic and it kind of just slapped me in the face. Kel would be a hotshot fighter pilot or a Navy Diver or something that is predominately male, but she joined the military so she might as well be the best and choose something a bit more difficult than average, so I saw her going to college and being in ROTC and commissioning into the Navy (Because the Navy is awesome). And Neal of course wanted to be a doctor, but after his oldest brother was killed in action he decided to join the Army or the Navy as a doctor because the Queenscoves have always served in the Military and he feels that it's his duty. It's me trying to translate their histories in the books into today. Translated from fiction to a plausible real life. And I don't know when they met or where but that's what I'm hoping to give glimpses of: Kel and Neal and modern life.

It was just her lucky day, Keladry "Kel" Mindelan thought sourly as she sat dejectedly in one of the three uncomfortable plastic chairs in the dingy waiting room of the base medical office. She'd been visiting her family for a couple of weeks and had caught something nasty from her youngest nephew, which resulted on her ending up here. Waiting. Again.

She hated this office with a passion. She hated it when she broke her ankle on a training jump four years ago, she hated it when she ended up here puking her guts out after a bad case of food poisoning the summer after she had left the Navy, and she hated it when she had come to get her routine physical exam three months ago. It wasn't the medical office exactly, more just the staff. Well, not the whole staff. Just one of the doctors.

She figured it was a good thing he wasn't the only doctor on staff, and she'd be able to see her normal doctor.

How wrong she was.

He daydreaming was cut short as her name was called by a black haired nurse standing in the door. She stood, taking her coat and purse with her, and returned the other woman's smile. She was patient and polite as she was weighed, poked and prodded for vitals and asked a long list of questions by the good natured blue eyed nurse who scribbled everything down. After a cheerful goodbye, the nurse left Kel alone to sit on the table, crinkly paper making obscene noise with her every fidget. She absently scratched at a red bump on her arm, staring at one of the posters on the wall with only mild interest.

A loud knock came from the door and it opened, a tall and lanky brown haired man stepping through with a wry grin. He shut the door behind him and turned to look at his patient.

"Kel." He greeted, green eyes dancing as he greeted the woman sitting awkwardly on the table.

Kel stared at him, "Neal, you're not supposed to-"Anything she was going to say was cut off by a casual wave of his hand as he read over the notes in her file. She growled mentally. She should have just gone into town, to the walk in clinic.

"Kally said she thinks it's something simple and it's just me and another doctor on duty right now. The other two were called out for surgery and as the greatest, smartest most junior doctor on duty today, my superior said I was fine to treat you. And to double check with him before I prescribe you anything." He smiled and looked up, eyes glinting as he set down his file and stepped forward, unwinding the stethoscope that hung around his neck.

She sat patiently, allowing him to listen to her breathing and check her ears and throat and generally do all the doctorish things he was trained to do, scribbling out his findings in her folder. All while droning on and on in that same exasperating way he always did about nothing in particular.

He glanced at a cluster of red spots on her wrist and then on her other arm, and his eyebrows went up.

"You never told me you hadn't had the chicken pox!" He said, holding back his laugh valiantly as he brushed her hair aside to view another couple spots on the back and sides of her neck. "That makes my job easy cause there's nothing I can do for you." He let her hair fall back and stepped back to lean against the sink, arms crossed as he watched her.

"I thought I had, everyone else had them all at once and... And he didn't have any rash or anything… Neal, I didn't even notice a rash until now… I thought I just had a cold or a flu or something and I'm not allowed to go back to work till I got checked out…" She sighed and shook her head. "Well that's fun. Another week off work."

He smiled at her, eyes crinkling with mirth. "Go home and take a warm bath, love. Take a glass of wine and turn on Doctor Who on the Ipad and relax. I'll pick up some calamine lotion, dinner and some Phish Food on my way home. You'll be fine in no time, just remember not to itch." He lifted her folder off of the counter behind him and tucked it under his arm.

Thoroughly annoyed at this point, Kel silently cursed any Gods that could hear her. First she was sick, then she had to see Neal and now it was the chicken pox. Seriously? She shook her head and reached for her coat and purse, turning back to stare awkwardly at her husband who took a step forward to kiss her forehead.

"Only you would have chicken pox at 27, Kel." He said with a good natured grin, turning to open the door for her.