So, chapter one was basically a simple introduction of characters and setting. It will get more interesting and detailed as the story progresses. I was waiting to put up this chapter until someone left a review on chapter one. I only got one review, so that is why chapter two took so long, the more reviews I get the faster the chapters go up.

The next day Maewyn woke up feeling much better than she had when she had gone to sleep. Shifting slightly she felt a slight weight by her side, this with further observation proved to be the sleeping Dr. McCoy; he had fallen asleep with his head resting on his crossed arms on the bed. Smiling, Maewyn reached down and ran her fingers through his silky dark brown hair, noticing a few strands of gray.

Dr McCoy slowly opened his eyes, blinking, and upon seeing Maewyn awake, he smiled. He took her hand in his and asked her

"Are you feeling all right?"

"Yes, much better thanks to you."

"Don't you ever do something like that again."

"Believe me, I won't. Next time, I'll listen."

She pulled herself up into a sitting position, and he perched on the edge of the bed.

"What would you like for breakfast?"

She thought for a moment. "What are you having?"

"Sausage gravy over biscuits"

"Sounds good to me." She laughed as he raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"Alright, I'll be right back."

He stood and hurried down to the mess hall. Once there he encountered Chekhov and Sulu, who enquired about Maewyn. He told them that she was recovering swiftly and that they could stop by sickbay later if they wished to see her. He synthesized up some sausage gravy and biscuits and returned to sickbay. When he got there, he saw that Maewyn had thrown off the thermal blanket and was inspecting her toes, just staring at them wiggling. She looked up and grinned when she heard Dr. McCoy come in.

"Mmmmmm, that smells delicious!"

He placed the trays on the table in his office and helped Maewyn from her bed to a chair at the table. She devoured the food voraciously and then sat back, satisfied.

She studied Dr. McCoy as he finished eating, contemplating. He really was quite handsome; his intelligent eyes were stunningly blue. His hands were sure and steady, skilled surgeons hands. How she longed have his arms around her once more. His accidental embrace last night had motivated her to kiss his cheek, but how he had reacted to that, she had no idea. She had run away, completely unwilling to witness the outcome of that event, because she feared that he might not return her affections. So far, he had acted as if nothing had happened, the same way he acted towards her everyday. He did seem a little more anxious about her condition than was customary, but that was all.

As if reading her thoughts Dr. McCoy looked up from his finished meal, and after taking a drink of water, asked,

"How's your shoulder?"

"Fine" she said rolling her shoulders back, nothing hurt, he had completely mended the injury and it had healed perfectly.

Dr. McCoy watched as she tested her shoulder. Look at how graceful she was, like a cat. He was glad that she was not one of those girls who were practically anorexic; there were plenty of those in the service. She was perfectly proportioned, with the face of a 1950's movie star. Her lips were a perfect cupid's bow, and her eyes were the green of pine needles. His eyes remained on her lips, curled slightly into a smile.

Why was he staring at her? Maewyn wondered as she slowly got to her feet and began to stack up the plates and trays from breakfast. He made no move to stop her, he simply watched her.

"You should stay in the sickbay for a few days, so that you don't have a relapse." Dr. McCoy abruptly stated.

"Why? I feel fine right now. I don't think that I could possibly have a relapse from a shoulder injury, it wasn't as if it were a virus or a bacterial disease." She said, a bit annoyed that he would keep her from her work.

Dr. McCoy had risen from his seat, and Maewyn had pointedly placed the neat stack of dishes on the table and was now standing with her hands on her hips.

"Because Maewyn, I happen to be a doctor and I happen to have the opinion that a short stay in sickbay would be conducive to the prevention of another incident. I also happen to remember you saying that you would listen to me next time I suggested that you not do something."

Maewyn was beginning to feel a bit lightheaded and dizzy, it must be because she had stood up so quickly, apparently she wasn't as well as she had thought. However, she would not give up that easily.

"What are you insinuating?" she said, frustrated.

Dr. McCoy waved his arms exasperatingly "I am telling you…!"

He never got to finish because at that moment Maewyn slightly lost her balance and tripped forward into his outstretched arms.

Dr. McCoy felt Maewyn's body brush against his as he gazed into her eyes; she stared unflinchingly back nervously licking her lips. Hesitating for a moment, he tilted his head and kissed her gently on the lips, feeling no resistance he placed his hand on her lower back gently pressing her closer. She began to respond, slightly opening her mouth and kissing him back, running her fingers through his soft hair.

"Erm….are ve interrupting somezink?" the thick Russian accent of a clearly discomfited Chekhov startled both of them.

They turned scarlet faces towards Chekov and Sulu, who were standing in the doorway obviously embarrassed by their accidental intrusion. Sulu was nervously rubbing his neck with a slight smirk on his lips, and Chekhov looked slightly shocked with his cheeks flushed pink.

"Oh, hello Chekhov, Sulu" Maewyn smiled as her face slowly returned to its normal hue. She began to talk and ask them how things were going with lab repairs after her unfortunate mishap yesterday, until the atmosphere became completely devoid of uneasiness and returned to normal.

Chekhov and Sulu soon left after wishing Maewyn a quick recovery, and giving a few meaningful glances and winks to Dr. McCoy.