took Mira to a private exam room even though all the equipment he needed could be found in the room they had just left.

"Damn it women, you need to control yourself." He said, voice suddenly tried as he laid her down on the exam table, taking as much care as he could not to move her arm.

"What was I suppose to do, Leonard? Let him brake more of me? Kill me?" She asked softly, more tears falling as she failed to manage the pain.

"Spock is already suspicious of something. You didn't help." McCoy chided, as he guided the arm of the machine over the women's broken arm. Mira's 'condition' was known only by and Captain Kirk. Her abilities had been classified as a medical condition even thought Mira herself never thought her abilities to be a handicap. The ability in and of itself wasn't criminal, but Mira's past was too complicated for anyone to have an inkling. Some things were better buried.

"I did not know what else to do," She finally managed. "He was going to kill me." She said softly, fully aware that Spock was now convinced something was going on. But what choice did she have?

The doctor sighed and shook his head,"You're alive…that is what matters."

She nodded, eyes on the ceiling as she watching the Doctor in her peripheral vision.

The doctor looked over the X-rays in silence, the hum of the machines helping him think as he made this thoughtful face. . "My god.."

"That bad?" She asked.

Leonard moved silently, pulling out a syringe as well as a tube. "Look away, take a deep breath…now."

She did as she was told, but she couldn't help but gasp as she felt the needle. It took all her strength not to fling the man across the room. "Just to help your muscles relax" He said as he pulled the needle out.

"Yes, he shattered the bone, both your radius and ulna, and almost everything in your hand. It looks like your elbow is also cracked. I'd love to get my hands on his medical files. We might be able to use some of the information." He spoke with some enthusiasm, but with doubt as well. Leonard squirted the clear gel in the tube along Mira's arm, she barely noticed it was cold as she lost feeling in her skin.

"You wouldn't want your subjects to go rouge like him," Mira countered trying to distract herself. "Is this necessary?" She asked, "The drugs."

"Mira, Doctors orders. Don't you trust me yet?" He asked, hands very softly working the gel into her skin. "It is just to numb you, to help with the pain."

"Only a little." She responded, keeping her face clam.

"I'll take a little," he told he. "Now hold still." He asked, moving slowly, as he watched her wince a bit.

A hospital filled childhood had left a bad taste in her mouth. Her parents had sought to end her affliction threw drugs and some extreme medical procedures. Thankfully it all stopped when they both died rather suddenly.

"Before we freeze the son of a bitch, I owe him," she said, taking her mind of the chemicals in her system. Her arm was completely numb now. Briefly she wondered if it was still attached. He chuckled for a moment before cutting off the sleeve of her jacket.

"Settle down, Mira. We'll get it all figured out." McCoy's voice was soft and quite, somewhat distant. She could hear a few drawers opening, and something clacking before Leonard laid some white contraption by her head. Another layer of some liquid went on her arm before took one of the white casings and braced her upper arm, then her forearm, attaching to two to hold it in place across her body. Carefully he pushed the pecies together incasing her arm in thick, white something or another. "Ok, lets sit you up," he said, helping her sit up, and adjusting the angle of the splint.

"We all almost died, so many times the past few days." She stated.

"Yes. It was so much fun." The doctor responded absently, focusing on her arm. Leonard pulled out another attachment and slipped it into the former bit, giving her hand a place to rest. He pulled several smaller splints and set them on her fingers before wrapping each in soft white bandage and securing the hand to her body.

Mira waited, hoping the doctor would finally take the hint. She had been waiting for him to ask her out for a few months now. The two had been flirting for over year and McCoy had tripped over asking her out three times. She thought it was cute, enduring how he had failed those times, but was hoping the fourth time was the charm.

"There, all patched up." He said.

Mira looked down at the cast, covering the entirety of her right arm. Good thing she was left hand dominate.

"Let me." She heard the doctor say as he fitted a white sling on his patient, both to cover the cast and help it stay in place. The motion brought him an inch away from her as he strapped the belts of the sling over her left shoulder. Their eyes meet, his brown eyes captivated by the soft pink eyes."Damn it," he muttered before closing the small space and kissing her. Mira was very surprised, having never thought the doctor could be so bold, and after a moment kissed him back. His lips were very soft, tentative and gentle. Mira cupped his cheek to assure him he was in the right. The kiss was long and slow but perfect. The pair stay embraced, feeling each's others body and enjoying the moment they shared.

"Ah, well, um, " McCoy stuttered as he slowly pulled away, "We should get back. I need to check on Jim." He helped her down off the table.

Mira was silent, watching him as he moved toward the door, leading her by the hand. "You're not going to ask." She stated, expecting that he would after that kiss.

"Mira...I'm an old man and-"

"If I cared about that, I would have slapped you when you kissed me," she said pulling his arm to stop his stride as he reached for the door. "Leonard." She said softly, and waited for him to run to her. "Date me." She commanded, her tone authoritative and firm.

The shock on McCoy's face was priceless, as were most of his over the top facial expressions. "Ma'am, yes ma'am." He answered after a few moments and smiling as he leaned down to kiss her again.