((A/N hallo! okay, as a disclaimer, first of all, i don't own any of this except adie. she's definitely mine. also...i saw the movie, loved it, and i've done some research of course, but don't be shocked if i make a mistake in canon, haha. i haven't seen any of the shows, but i've visited a lot of wikipedia and seen the movie four times, so...thanks for reading! reviews are loved, of course c: ))
Before her stood the vast and unmatched ship, and she couldn't help but be a little awestruck at the idea of practicing medicine on it. She'd seen ships in the past—everyone had. Some even bigger and more complicated than this one. But a part of her couldn't help but realize that, for a little while at least, she would be home. She would belong here in a place that everyone belonged, and that, to her, was a beautiful thing. Especially since this was such a foreign concept to her.
She was invited in by a crew member, and told to wait in this small room for Dr. McCoy to come and show her to her station. Her mind was flying was questions—how long would she be out here, working on this mission? What would they possibly run into? Her curiosity was something she'd had since birth, and something her parents urged her to treasure.
A very small, almost unnoticeable smile were on her thin lips as she walked onto the U.S.S. Enterprise. She glanced around, taking everything in as she stood in the little room, waiting for her boss to retrieve her and immediately send her to work. The room itself was simple, but her mind seemed to wander again about what would be in the next room, and the room after that. Space exploration was something she had always been interested in. Naturally, she enlisted in Starfleet.
There she stood, in her blue uniform (she opted for the dress, for comfort reasons), a member of the medical team on the ship starting today. The wonder seemed to fade, however, when she realized what this ship had seen since its maiden voyage. Difficult battle, many lives lost…she had been reassured many times over that the battle that happened between this ship and the rogue Romulans would probably not happen again, not while she was on this ship. She was hesitant to believe her roommate, however, mostly because when she said it, she had significant blood alcohol levels.
Finally, he entered. She nodded politely at Dr. Leonard McCoy, who glanced at her, and gave her a gruff nod. "Well, welcome to the Enterprise," he said, sounding pushy and harsh as usual, but she remained unfazed by his outward appearance. "My name is Dr. McCoy, Chief Medical Officer. Nice seeing you again, Doctor," he said, not bothering to remember her last name. If she even had one.
McCoy led her out of the room and down into the sickbay. "It's pretty self-explanatory," he said, nodding to the various beds that sat around. "The medical supplies can be found under lock in that closet, and the pharmacy is in an adjoining room," he explained, waving his hand in the different directions he was talking about. "For the first…ooh, week, or so, your prescriptions will go through me as a precaution. After that week, a key will be given to you so you can access them yourself."
The woman continued to nod diligently, and he couldn't help but frown. "You don't talk much, do you?" he asked.
"I have simply not found any words to say yet, Dr. McCoy," she replied in a very cool voice. "If I should have an inquiry, I will vocalize it immediately. But as you said, this is all pretty self-explanatory," she responded, and she smiled.
She was tall, for a woman, though stood at an inch or two below McCoy. Her hair was sleek and black. For the purposes of the uniform, she had it pulled up in a high ponytail, with her straight bangs going across her diagonal-shaped eyebrows that were as foreign to McCoy as his eyebrows were to her. Her boots snaked up her thighs, another part of the uniform.
"Right," he said, sort of awkwardly, and he cleared his throat. "In an event of an emergency, this will obviously become a triage center. I don't believe that will happen any time soon, since this mission is so obviously simple." He didn't say what the mission was, so she didn't think she should have asked. "Like I said, if you have any questions, Dr. …err…" His cheeks went slightly red as he realized that he'd forgotten her name.
She smiled. "Adellia, sir. Dr. Adellia," she reminded him, gently. She stood with her hands behind her back as she looked up at him.
"Mmhm, Dr. Adellia. Sorry, it's been a busy few days since our little interview."
"No need to apologize," Adellia responded, and she shrugged a bit. "You obviously did not mean to forget my name, and I doubt very much you will be the last. You certainly were not the first."
"Yeah, well, I mean, you're my new doctor…anyway. If you need help finding anything, then feel free to ask your colleagues, Dr. Martinez or Dr. Willington, they should be around here somewhere…or any of the others."
"A question has arose," Adellia said suddenly. She turned to him, looking attentive and obedient, as if she was a brand new cadet. "If I were to need a prescription to be written, where may I find you? I assume you have some sort of pager system set up?"
"Oh!" he said, and he nodded towards a machine. "This will help you locate me throughout the ship. All you have to do is request where I am, and it will tell you." He nodded to it. "We have three of these in the sickbay, one in each hospital area, and one in the pharmacy." He paused, looking back over to her. She seemed to be almost staring at him, as if she was trying to memorize what he was saying. "More often than not, I'll be on the bridge or here, however."
"Excellent. Thank you for answering my question," she said, and she looked around, as if trying to think of another question. When she could think of no more, she turned back to look up at him. "I'd also like to thank you for taking the time to show me around, and for this opportunity to work on such a ship."
McCoy smiled, a little. "Welcome. You were my best applicant," he mumbled, and he moved on. "Alright, well…good look, and welcome aboard."
Adellia watched him walk off, and she couldn't help but smile just a little bit like she was before. This was her first job outside of school, and only her second time to venture out into space. Practicing medicine in space just sort of felt like her calling. She turned around and began to explore the supply closet, but put off introducing herself to the nurses just yet. She wasn't sure they would be excited in meeting her, after all.
McCoy found himself heading down to the bridge, where he intended to stay a lot of the time, unless they happened to run into some horrible amount of trouble. He walked in, nodding at Uhura politely before seeing Spock. He thought back to Adellia, who was also "pointy-eared", as he often referred to them. But even she was more different than Spock. Something was still just a little off.
He walked to the chair, and cleared his throat. Spock looked up, curious. "Have you seen Jim?" he asked Spock, glancing out the window.
"The last I saw of him, he excused himself to his sleeping quarters," his smooth reply came. "May I help you with something in his place?"
"No, no…I was going to…well." He paused. He didn't really want to tell Spock that he was going to gossip about their newest Vulcan, and how she had single-handedly taken the "weird" cake from Spock. "There's no telling what I would be interrupting in his sleeping quarters."
The two of them shared a knowing glance.
