I feel the need to begin a new Bones/Uhura love fest. This will be a series of drabbles and one shots. It will all depend on the mood that hits me. I may regret these next words – I will honor requests. If there's a certain scene or encounter you would like to see then I will attempt to deliver. Drop me a PM or leave it in a review. I will see what the Ki can do. Ha…didn't know I could rhyme, did you? I'm still working on my other project don't worry. I just need a little dose of my favorite ship. So sit back and enjoy.
Disclaimer – Only the DVDs, a few books, the model Enterprise, and the bridge set personally belong to me. I shall go cry now.
Kamikaze
"Defense!" The anger in her sing song voice surprised him.
McCoy didn't know her. Well not personally. He had seen her in passing. Avoiding his roommate's failed attempts at seduction and pouring over PADDs in random locations around the Academy. The Cypress Tree where her left boot got stuck between branches. Even the Shipyard where she perfected her range of Klingon curses over Cardassian Sunrises and Bud Light Classics. The two had exchanged simple nods and casual hellos, goodbyes, and excuse me. There were things about her that McCoy could not deny. Her eyes were warm and inviting. She had a smile that made him forget about the fatal venom dripping from a woman's lips when a kiss was delivered. Denying the grin that tugged at the corners of his mouth when she came into view was simply not a possibility.
"Contest the shot. Don't just let him walk to the basket. A tribble plays better defense than these guys." The girl's thin frame dropped to the bleachers. Grunts and indecipherable complaints followed.
McCoy was staring at her legs with an averted gaze. Girl - his daughter was a girl. This was a woman. The cadet had legs that went on for a country mile and made him long for lazy summer days in the Georgia sun. She was younger than the doctor by a few years and lacking the edge of cynicism that comes after a broken heart and betrayal.
Her bag was in hand and she stood with dramatic effect, "They should build a whole team with biologically enhanced players injected with DNA from the J's – Julius, Johnson, and Jordan."
She knew basketball - great players – necessary defense – when to talk trash. Beauty – brains – legs – sports – could there be hope for the female population?
"See ya McCoy." The words were accompanied by a small wave that jerked him from his pleasant daydreams.
"See ya Uhura." The gruff tone hid the fact that his stomach had decided to do its best impression of a WWII kamikaze pilot with just the mention of her name.