Doctor McCoy was sitting alone in his quarters and reading over some files on his PADD when Layla Frances barged in. He jumped as he looked up and saw her enter, frowning. Why the hell didn't his computer alert him when she was about to come in? She must have messed with the system. Or maybe it was Jim. "Dammit, woman, you can't just barge into my quarters like that!"

Layla's arms were folded across her chest. To his surprise, the usual smug smile was missing from her face. She looked upset. "Bones, you really went over the top today. Do you have any idea how much you upset Nurse Delacourte?"

McCoy sat up with a raised eyebrow. "You're not mad about that? She was asking for it! Do you realize what could have happened if I'd administered the hypo she gave me? The Engineer would have passed out, not to mention we'd all be fired for medical malpractice and negligence!"

Layla came over and sat down on the edge of McCoy's bed. She was tired and her eyes were puffed. She reached out and took his hand in hers, running her fingers over his calloused skin. "Bones,. Christine and I checked out the records. Nurse Grades was the one who was in charge of organizing the drugs. We found a couple of other medicines in the wrong cabinets too. So it wasn't Nurse Delacourte's fault."

Doctor McCoy frowned and shook his head. "So? She still should have checked the label before she handed it over to me."

"Leonard McCoy, she's just a kid." Layla replied sternly. "I had Chekov go check up on her after she ran out and he said that she was afraid she might lose her job over this. It's okay when you yell at people like me, I can take it. But you need to apologize to her and assure her that she's not losing her job."

McCoy looked up at Layla with his eyebrows raised. "You sent Chekov to check up on her? Was that really a good idea?"

Layla shrugged. "I wasn't sure if she'd want to see me. And let's face it, she's been pining over him ever since we banned him from Medbay. We really shouldn't be talking, Bones. Their relationship isn't against regs. Ours is."

McCoy sighed, leaning forward and putting his arms around Layla. She snuggled closer to him and closed her eyes, enjoying his warmth. The truth was, neither of them gave a damn that what they were doing was against the rules. They would never be able to stay away from each other anyway.

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"Let me get this straight," Nurse Farah said, with her eyebrows raised. She was sitting across from Vivienne in the Medbay, looking shocked. "You mean to say that you've never been on a date before? Not even one?"

Vivienne blushed. She could see how that would be so shocking to Nurse Farah, a gorgeous woman who'd slept her way across half the male population of the Enterprise. There were even rumours that she'd managed to seduce Captain Kirk into her bed. Or maybe it was the other way around. Vivienne didn't care to ask. She lowered her voice, ensuring that none of the other nurses or doctors could hear them. "Well, not never. I went to a school dance with this guy once. But this is different. It's just going to be me and Pavel. We're eating in his quarters. What if... you know?"

Nurse Farah laughed. "Honey, have you seen that kid? He's just as wet behind the ears as you are. I doubt he's really expecting to get laid. Even if he is, just tell him you want to take it slow. I'm sure he'll get the message."

Vivienne frowned. "What if he gets bored of me?"

Nurse Farah didn't respond, simply smiled down at her fondly. "Ah, young love. I remember those good old days." She patted Vivienne on the back. "My mother always used to say that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach."

"What does that mean?"

But Nurse Farah was already gathering up a bunch of PADDs and starting to walk away. "Doctor McCoy's here. Look busy, girl."

Vivienne whirled around and saw that Doctor McCoy had entered the sickbay for his morning shift. Her stomach lurched at the thought that he might fire her, but she took a deep breath and gathered her courage to go up to him. Her voice trembled. "Doctor McCoy?"

McCoy turned to look at her. "Nurse Delacourte."

"I wanted to apologize for yesterday," she said quickly. "I was being careless and irresponsible. I understand the consequences my actions could have had and I take full responsibility for them. I promise you that such a thing will never happen again." She paused. "All the same, if you want me transferred off the ship, then I will accept that."

"I don't want you transferred off the ship, Nurse Delacourte. I overreacted yesterday and I apologize," Doctor McCoy said gruffly, handing her a small machine. She took it silently. "Patients on cots 7 and 10 need their blood pressure taken. Get to it."

Vivienne beamed. "Yes, sir."

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Pavel Chekov jumped to answer the door when the computer announced that Nurse Vivienne Delacourte was waiting outside. He had been expecting her for over ten minutes, and he'd had doubts about whether she was even going to turn up. He opened the door and gaped at her. "Wee-wee-yen."

"Pavel!" Vivienne greeted, noticing that he was not wearing his usual Starfleet uniform. He was dressed in a very nice shirt and slacks, with his curly hair bouncing all over the place. He looked very handsome and Vivienne blushed deeply at the sight of him. "You look great. I'm so sorry I'm late."

"Eet is all right," Pavel assured her, stepping aside to let her in. Her blouse and skirt weren't as revealing as the blue medical uniforms, but her hair was let loose about her shoulders and Pavel resisted the urge to reach out and touch it. "You look wery beautiful." He smiled at her widely and noticed something white on her cheek. "But zere is something on your face..."

Vivienne's eyes widened, but Pavel reached forward and swiped the small blob of cream off her cheek. Vivienne could smell the cologne he was wearing and she tried not to make it obvious that she was sniffing him. She turned her attention to the cream he'd swiped off her cheek. "Oh, shoot. I didn't notice that. Actually, that's why I was late. I brought dessert."

Pavel looked down and noticed the small box in her hands. She held it out to him and he took it, opening the lid slightly and his eyes widening when he recognized the contents. "Pecan pie?"

"Yep," Vivienne said nervously. She smiled at him. "And I made it myself, so I promise there are no peanuts in it. I mean, it may not be what you're used to because I'm not a great cook, but-"

Pavel leaned down and kissed her on the cheek quickly, cutting Vivienne off and causing her to blush and look very pleased with herself. She smiled up at him when he set the pie on the table and took her hand in his gently while pulling her further inside his quarters. "Come. We shood eat dinner qweekly so I can taste your pecan pie."

Vivienne looked around, slightly surprised. "Wow. Your quarters are way better than mine," she admitted. She looked around and noticed that they seemed surprisingly clean. Pavel was adorable, but she didn't see him as a neat freak. "Did you tidy up for me?" Vivienne asked doubtfully.

Pavel shook his head. "No. I seemply stuffed ewerything into ze closet two minutes before you came."

Vivienne swatted his arm when she saw that he was joking. "Ha ha, very funny. What are we eating?"

They sat on Pavel's bed and ate beef stroganoff, which Pavel claimed was invented in Russia. Vivienne wasn't sure how much she believed him. He'd once told her in the Medbay that antihistamines had been discovered in Russia, while Vivienne knew that the man who'd discovered them had actually been Swiss. All the same, she hadn't had the heart to correct him. The beef tasted great, and it wasn't as though it mattered. Vivienne just enjoyed listening to Pavel talk. He loved telling her about his home in Russia and his family, although he was considerate enough not to dominate the conversation. He asked her questions about her own life as well, and by the end of the night, Vivienne knew that she was falling fast for Pavel Chekov.

"Should I slice the pie?" Vivienne asked, as she brought it over to where they were sitting. Pavel nodded eagerly, his legs bouncing. Vivienne giggled. She wasn't sure if he was aware that he bounced his legs whenever he was excited, but it was adorable. She cut a slice and slid it onto a plate nervously handing it to him. "Here, you get first bite. Be honest with me if it's awful, okay?"

"I am sure it ees wonderful," Pavel said, as he grabbed a spoon and scooped a large amount of the pie into his mouth. Vivienne watched in trepidation as he chewed and swallowed it thoughtfully.

"Well?" she asked. "How bad was it?"

Pavel didn't reply. Instead, he scooted down the bed towards her and placed his hands on both her cheeks. Before Vivienne could react, he was cupping her face and he'd gently pressed his lips to hers. Vivienne's body stiffened, but it only took a moment for her to relax and close her eyes. His lips were soft and warm as they moved over hers and he tasted of the cream that she'd topped on the pie. Her hands reached up and rested on his shoulders as he pulled her closer, both of them enjoying the sweetness of the kiss. Pavel pulled away slowly, blushing.

"That good, huh?" Vivienne asked, giggling nervously as she reached up to touch her lips.

Pavel grinned and silently held out his plate for more.

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A/N – Yeah, so this is the end of Allergic Reactions. I know it wasn't very long, but I'm out of ideas and if I prolong this, I would probably lose interest. This was just a quick way for me to vent my Chekov obsession. And I think McCoy is really hot too.

All the same, if somebody wants to continue this story or adopt it or something like that, you can always PM me. I'm open to anything.

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