"What do you mean you 'don't know'? How can you not know something like that, Chris?"

"Could you please keep your voice down, Leonard? I swear they can hear you in Engineering."

She was certain that her face was as a red as a cherry on the top of this hot freaking fudge sundae of a morning.

"Come into my office, I'll engage the privacy screen. How can you not know if you need a contraceptive implant? Are you already…is that why you and that pointy eared, green blooded…has he knocked you up?"

"Knocked up?" McCoy's words snapped her back into the moment like a bucket of ice water down her back. "No, I'm not pregnant, Len, but thanks so much for asking."

"Well then, why this rush job wedding, Chris? What in blazes is going on with you two?"

"I don't want to talk about it, Leonard."

"Well darlin', for someone who's finally hooked herself the big fish you don't seem very happy."

"I'm not exactly one who did the hooking. This whole thing is his idea. I guess I'm still processing it all."

"Well don't take too much time, young lady. You'll need to decide about the implant in the next couple of hours. It takes at least twenty-four hours before…well, you know, before the honeymoon."

"I don't know if there's going to be any sort of honeymoon. I mean…I don't even know if he …can…outside of the seven year mating cycle."

"The two of you haven't discussed that?"

"It hasn't come up."

"Did you try to get it up?"

"I'm not dignifying that with an answer."

"So you haven't…anything…nothing…no make out sessions in the biolabs."

"No, nothing like that. This whole thing just came out of the blue. We were taking about bioethics and then he sort of proposed."

"Sort of proposed? And you, what, 'sort of" said yes?"

"I didn't exactly say yes…the whole thing is kind of a blur."

"Were you drinking? Don't give me that look, I saw you pocket the detox tabs."

"Actually, the alcohol abuse came later."

"But you're going to marry him, right? Isn't this what you've always wanted?"

"I guess… I mean, I did love him for a long time."

"But do you still love him? Do you still want to spend your life with him, Chris? That's the question."

"I'm not sure I even know what love is anymore, Len."

"Well, little lady, you've got less than thirty-six hours to figure it out."