A/N: I just haven't been in the mood to write -.- sorry guys! this one is hella short
Chapter One: Meet and Great
Why the fucking hell did Lenore think Starfleet would be a good idea. She had aviophobia and Starfleet was kinda fucking operated in the air. Space too but basically since solid ground was very rare during the mandatory five year expedition her fear would still be prevalent. How the hell did she rope herself into this?
She ducked into the bathroom of the shuttle, not wanting to have a panic attack in front of all the snot-nosed cadets who didn't have a clue what horrible things space held. They were probably thinking glory and knowledge while she thought about the unknown deadly knowledge and all the possible diseases one could discover. She took a swig of whiskey and put her flask away before going to wash her face when a woman threw the door open and glared at Lenore as though she had personally called her mama a bucktoothed pig that screeched like an owl and slobbered like a hound.
"Ms, it is time for you to take a seat."
"I have a seat," Lenore gestured to the toilet, "in here. All nice and cozy where I can't see outside and have no urge to chuck up my cookies all over that nice Starfleet uniform so please let me be and go bother some other poor soul."
The woman pulled her lips into a mockery of a smile "No. Now you need a doctor. Let's go."
"Dammit woman, I told you people I am a doctor!" I growled at her as she pulled me out of the tiny stall I had hunkered down in.
"You need to take your seat now."
"I have aviophobia, that means a fear of dying in something that flies." Lenore lectured.
"Sit down or I will make you sit down."
Lenore glared at her and took a seat next to another person dressed as a civilian and turned to the kid who looked about her age give or take a few years and smelt more like a bar then she did, "I might throw up on you."
He gave her a charming smile that had put Lenore at ease until the idiot opened his mouth, "I think these things are pretty safe."
Lenore gave him a sharp glance, her brown eyes sharper than that of a hawk, "Don't pander to me kid," the kid started spluttering, "one tiny crack in the hull and our blood boils in thirteen seconds. A solar flare might pop up and cook us in our seats and wait till your pretty self is sittin' with a case of Andorian shingles. See if you're so relaxed when your eyeballs are bleedin'. Space is a disease wrapped in danger after darkness and infinite silence."
"Well, I hate to break it to you but Starfleet operates in space." The kid said, looking like he was trying to stifle a laugh.
"Yeah, well I got nowhere to go. The damned ex took everything and all I have left are my bones."
The blue eyes brightened up when they realized McCoy was unattached, "Jim Kirk, do you really think I'm pretty?" He asked with a wink.
"Lenore McCoy, and pretty damned annoying for a toddler."
Kirk smiled and McCoy would soon learn to never trust the bastard when he smiled.