Title: The lonely path to a miracle
Summary: McCoy finds himself crushing on the captain… So what happens when the good doctor is drunk during a conversation with a certain Scottish red shirt?
Pairing: McCoy/Scotty
Warnings: 1) OC: Sean Carter (Engineer) 2) I'm crazy 3) Cursing
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story line you are receiving.
**This story will be made using short chapters. The good part, is that means more frequent updates. :D (I estimate 275-500 words per chapter. Maybe more if you get lucky.)
*Star Trek 2009 movie, just in case someone didn't notice.. :}
McCoy's POV
I've been having people walk in left and right all day.. Jim got us into trouble with some damn klingons and now the ship is malfunctioning everywhere. The sickbay door slides open. "Sean. What happened?" I ask, surprised. "I cut my arm pretty bad." Sean says, revealing his injury. "Good God man! How'd that happen?" I ask, seating the young engineer. "I was helping Mr. Scott and Mr. Kyle with the transporter, and I got stabbed with a screwdriver. When we tried pulling it out, it tore my arm up pretty bad." "Yeah, I can see that." Damn these clumsy engineers.
"So, doctor. How are things going with the captain? You still like him?" Asks engineer Carter, quietly, as I am working on his arm. "I need to focus on work, Sean. We can talk about this later." I reply, as Kirk walks in. "You can talk about what later?" Kirk asks, eating an apple. "What are you doing here, Jim?" "You, Scotty, Spock, and myself are beaming to the surface of the planet." "The surface of what planet, Jim?" I ask somewhat harshly. "The one we just came to. I don't know the name, it was too complicated to pronounce. But, We're beaming to the surface to try and find something that could help us with the ship." "So you're beaming down the four highest ranked people on the ship." "Exactly, Bones. Get done here, we leave as soon as you get to the transporter room." Kirk says as he leaves. Dammit, Jim. I'm a doctor not a miracle worker.
"You'll be fine, now. As soon as you're ready you can go back to work. You can reach me by communicator if, for any reason, I need to beam up." "Thank you, doctor." "Sean, how many times have I told you, call me Leonard, McCoy, something unprofessional." "Okay, McCoy. Good luck down there." Good luck isn't good enough. You need great luck to survive on an unknown planet with Jim…
End Chapter one.
Author's note: Short, I know. I warned you. It's okay though, part two will be up tomorrow…. Should my life go rightly. :)