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CHAPTER-1

I make my way to medical bay, we are only a month into the mission and I am already missing the feeling of having the ground under my feet. By the time this mission is over that feeling will most likely be alien, as soon as I enter medical bay my comm. goes off.

As soon as I open the device the sound of Jim's voice escapes it, "Bones! We have gotten a distress call from the USS Exeter; we need everyone down in medical bay to be prepared for survivors."

"Will do," I reply, and I look up and see the entirety of medical practically sitting on their asses. "Attention! There was a distress call from the USS Exeter, so prepare all the biobeds and gather all medical supplies. I don't know how bad the injuries are, so prepare for worst case scenario." I announce, and everyone in medical bay instantly goes into a frenzy of preparation.

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All the biobeds are filled, some with hopeless cases that need their hand held as they die, others with merely broken bones needing splints and open wounds that need stitches. I am currently stitching up a man's forehead, the man also has a dislocated shoulder, but his head was in more dire need of attention at the time. Eventually, what seems to be his wife speaks up, "Doctor, I'm the Exeter's CMO and it just doesn't feel right to be sittin' on my ass, so is there anything I can do to help out round here?" She asks in a southern accent that is rather pleasant to the ears.

"Sure, but it would probably be best if you waited until your husband's done being treated, it may help to have moral support when I pop his shoulder back in."

"Sure, I'm Bonnie, Bonnie Finch by the way and this here is my husband Alex." She says, oddly with a tone of distaste at her husband's name.

"McCoy, Leonard McCoy," I reply and I can't help but smirk as I finish stitching up her husband's head, when I finish it is time for me to pop back in his dislocated shoulder. "Okay Alex, you may want to let go of your wife's hand, when I pop your shoulder back in you will be in a lot of pain and you might not want to unintentionally hurt your wife." I say in a calm tone, when I say this Alex looks at his wife and she nods.

"She'll be fine," he replies a little too coldly.

"I think I will be just fine Doctor McCoy." She assures me and I can see him squeeze his wife's hand a little tighter, which causes her to cringe.

"Okay." I reply feeling a little confused with the situation, but I ignore it. "One…." I put my right hand in between his neck and shoulder, while grabbing his forearm with my left. Two….. Three." I say as I jerk his arm up and I pop his arm into place.

He yells loudly in response, I look at his wife who is cringing at what I can only assume is the pain he is currently putting on her hand. When the moment has passed he groans in pain as I call over a nurse to finish with his arm.

I turn to his wife, "Mind if I check out your hand?" I ask, in response she quickly glances over at her husband then nods. She unlatches her hand from his, I signal her to follow me two one of the only empty biobeds. "Is your husband always like that." I ask once we are sat down and I am examining her hand.

"Nah, he was just nervous." She replies, but her reply doesn't convince me. "So, Doctor McCoy, what is it like to work under the famous Captain Kirk?" she asks changing the subject.

"Well, I can tell you for sure, it is never uneventful." I reply jokingly.

"I bet, and apparently he isn't just well known for taking down Khan and Nero, I remember when I was in the academy my roommate spent the night with him and wouldn't stop talking him for a month." She replies with a musical laugh.

"Well, it's not broken. It looks like the bones just bruised, should heal up in about a week. Do you want it wrapped?"

"Nah, I would rather just try and help out around here." She says, I nod in response and I stand up and get back to work.

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Now that the day is done I find myself sitting at the bar drinking whiskey alongside Jim.

"Well Bones, I talked to Captain Johnson and it turns out they were attacked when fleeing a newly discovered planet, so now we are heading to New Vulcan where shuttles are waiting to take them back to Earth." He explains then takes a long drink of his beer.

"Dammit, that means they're going to be crowding my Medical Bay for awhile, doesn't it."

"I isn't all bad, I saw you talking to that hot brunette when I went to talk to Captain Johnson. Maybe you got a shot with her, she looks around what? Twenty-six to twenty-eight? That's not far from your age." He says which causes me to groan with displeasure.

"For one thing that brunette is married and for another, I'm not interested." I reply.

"Come on Bones, I saw you giving her your classic grumpy smirk, so I know you think she's attractive. I don't really know what to do about the part about her being married though."

"So how are things with you and Carol?" I ask changing the subject.

"That reminds me, I gotta go meet Carol." He says then drains the rest of his beer. "See you later, Bones." He says as he stands up, claps me on the back and walks away.

As I drain the remainder of my drink I notice someone comes next to me to order their drink, I turn to see Doctor Bonnie Finch talking to the waiter. I sit there quietly waiting to order another whiskey, when she notices me. "Hi there, Doctor McCoy." She says in her sweet southern accent.

"Hello Bonnie, how's your hand?"

"Oh its fine, I've had worse." She replies, "My captain has told me that we will be staying on your ship for a while, so I wanted to know if you would mind if I worked in med bay for the time being."

"Sure, the more the merrier." I reply as she receives her drink, "So you are from the south." I joke when I see she has ordered whiskey.

"What?" she asks as the bartender refills my glass.

"Well I assumed you were southern because of you accent but the fact that you're drinking whiskey just proves it." I reply, and she only lightly laughs in response.

"I'm from Alabama." She replies, as she sits down on the stool next to me.

"I'm from Georgia." I say as I take a long drink of my whiskey.

"I never actually been to Georgia, my mom's family lives in Georgia so we tend to steer clear." She replies then drains her entire glass of whiskey. "Well I have to go check on Alex, see ya tomorrow Doctor." She says then walks out of the bar.

I quickly drain my glass and decide it's high time I head back to my room, and I exit the bar.

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