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The Country Doctor

Leonard McCoy was a Southern gentleman born in Atlanta to wealthy family of doctors; none of whom had spent any time in service to their country. Except for his 'slight drinking problem' and disastrous luck with women, "Bones", as his friends called him, was headed for the same perfect life of his family. That was until his ex-wife took him for everything he had, and his only option he had was an exciting career with Starfleet Command. Now all he had to do was get over his fear and revulsion of space travel and he was all set.

Finding himself senior medical officer aboard the newest star ship in the Federation, the USS Enterprise was an honor he didn't have time to dwell on. It was the middle of a war, and he'd had no choice in the matter.

The best choice McCoy ever made was picking James Kirk as his friend. Kirk was a remarkable leader and warrior, a wee bit on the wild side, but he couldn't find a more loyal friend. Oh, the adventures they would share now that Jim was Captain of the Enterprise.

The mission of Starfleet Command was to explore the cosmos looking for new worlds and civilizations and talk them into joining the United Federation of Planets. One of the first missions that the Enterprise took after the war was escorting a Venusian ambassador to Apha Centuri, where the Federation had just established diplomatic relations. The entourage included Ambassador Leila, her husband Reynaldo, and their five beautiful and enchanting daughters, Gwendolyn, Gwyneth, Gillian, Gail, and Georgia. The ambassador and her family were on board for over a month and were about to drive Kirk and the crew crazy with their demands.

The girls, with the exception of the eldest, Gwendolyn were a rowdy bunch, always getting into trouble and were four of the silliest girls in the galaxy. They fell in and out of love with various crew members, especially Ensign Chekov, who was a mere boy of 17. The foolish girls were relentless in their pursuit of the dear, naive boy, who was beginning to fall prey to their charms. Apparently Venusian women had the ability to cast a spell over men rendering them completely powerless. Sick bay was busily working on a vaccine to prevent further contamination by the girls.

McCoy was constantly in a state of irritation. If it wasn't the band of silly girls charming the crew out of their respective skivvies, it was his woefully inept and inexperienced medical staff, or the ever annoying first officer who "logically" suggested that the vaccine become his top priority ("Logic, this!" he said, muttering under his breath.).

Gwendolyn was the only one of the sisters who was serious. She was studying to be a doctor and spent all her time in sick bay, helping and observing the operating theater. The first time McCoy saw her, he tried to shoo her away, and was extremely rude, but Gwendolyn told him that it would take someone meaner than him to get rid of her. When Bones went to his friend, the Captain, to complain, Jim slapped him on the back and told him to be grateful for the help.

"You know, Doctor," she said lazily, in a hypnotizing voice, "I can help you with the vaccine. I do not desire to incapacitate your crew. Once my sisters start turning on their charm, it'll be very, very bad. Believe me the behavior can be controlled, it's just that my sisters find it great fun to have power over men like this."

"Why doesn't your mother do something?" McCoy asked irritated

"I'm afraid my mother spoils us," she said, shrugging nonchalantly. "Do you want my help or not?"

McCoy scowled and was ready to tell her in no uncertain terms what she could do with her help, when engineering reported a fight in the engine room; they were bringing in the injured. The medical staff, who were expecting two crewmen, where stunned when sixteen beaten, bloody crewmen, poured into sick bay, followed a highly agitated Montgomery Scott, who was so angry he couldn't speak. He kept pointing at people and shaking. McCoy gave him an injection to calm him down, but it took two corpsmen to settle him down. Scotty finally found his voice and kept repeating, "They're hurtin' her! The ship! I'll kill 'em all!" before he collapsed across one of the beds.

That was the last straw, McCoy stormed onto the bridge. "Jim," he raged, "you have to do something about the ambassador's daughters. They are wreaking havoc all over the ship. Could you at least speak to the ambassador about restricting their movements?"

The Captain looked at him sympathetically, "Unfortunately this is way above my pay grade. I don't have the authority to make the good ambassador to do anything. I've already spoken to her and suggested that she keep the little demons in line, but she seems oblivious, and she doesn't think they are doing any harm. She actually finds it all amusing.

"How's the vaccine coming?" Jim asked calmly as he pulled Gillian off Ensign Chekov.

Bones looked at the floor. "I'm working on it, dammit. I'm a doctor, not a miracle worker."

Captain Kirk smiled tolerantly at his friend. "Better get it to it before the whole ship mutinies."

When McCoy returned to sick bay, a very smug-looking Gwendolyn was waiting for him. "Well," she said, "do you want my help or not?"

Grumbling, he said, "Yes, I want your help."

"Now," Gwendolyn purred, "that wasn't so hard, was it?" She began taking off her jacket.

"Whoa! What're you doing?" he asked trying to stop her.

She looked at him mystified. "I'm taking off my jacket. I'm not getting undressed. You need some of my blood for the vaccine. I was just trying to accommodate."

McCoy flushed. He was all business after that. He took several vials of blood from Gwendolyn. "Is this enough for the whole crew?" he asked once they were finished.

"Well, since the vaccine only works on males, I would say yes. It only takes a small amount of blood to make the serum, but since there are so many crewmen," she thought for a moment. "I'm sure this will do just fine."

She and McCoy worked side by side to get the vaccine ready. Once completed, it would take a week before it was ready to be distributed. He had no idea, short of throwing the sisters in the brig, what to do to keep them away from the men.

The evening before the serum was ready; Gwendolyn and McCoy sat together preparing the injections. As usual they worked in silence. Finally after several hours, Gwendolyn frowned at him.

"Why don't I affect you like every other male on board? I'm doing my darnest to get some kind of response," she blew out a breath. "I was beginning to think you were Vulcan or gay."

McCoy looked up and blinked several times. "You think I'm gay?" he asked incredulously. "Uh, no ma'am."

"No offense, but I have made grown men grovel and bark like little puppy dogs to get in my good books; I'm turning on my charm and Nothing! I'm kind of humiliated." she said. "Aren't you a little bit interested?"

"Darlin', you have no idea," he said in his silky rich Southern accent. "But to tell you the truth when I'm working, I don't notice much of anything. I'm kind of single minded that way. I look at myself as an old country doctor, dedicated to my patients. I think that's probably why my marriage didn't work," he said thoughtfully. "Healin's more important an anything else. Now," he grinned, "once we're done, I plan to take you out, get you roaring drunk, and let nature take its course."

Gwendolyn grinned. "Doctor, it would be my pleasure."

A/N: My first Star Trek fan fiction since high school. Hope you enjoy. Dr. McCoy and Scotty have always been my favorites. If I'm properly encouraged, I'll write more stories, if not, well, that's okay, too. Thanks for reading. --Rita