If I owned Star Trek I woulda named it something like Space Cases or Planet Fanny. And there would be a lot more butts.

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I was sitting at the nurse's station filling out a report when Leonard and a urine tech named Wallace both strode up to me, file disks in hand. I smiled up at McCoy, and Wallace leaned against the ledge of the counter, looking down at me.

"Hey, ya goin' to the Holiday Party?" I had yet to figure out if Wallace was just really friendly or if he was trying to hit on me.

"Ah, shit that's tonight isn't it?" I said looking over to the hanging clock as I took the file disks from both of the men. The party started at closing time, and it was already 4:30.

"Please tell me you're going! You've gotta go!" He whined.

"I'd like to," I said. "But it all depends on what Leonard's doing." I nodded my head over to McCoy. "He might need a ride home." McCoy grimaced at the word home, and I knew he was thinking about what was awaiting him there.

"Leo, man, you've gotta come." Wally insisted. McCoy frowned and looked between the two of us.

"It'll be fun?" I shrugged, trying to coax him into staying after work. "It's at The Bar."

McCoy hesitated for a moment but I could have sworn I saw his ears perk up at the word bar. He rolled his eyes and sighed. "Fine. I'll go."

Wally smiled wide before he turned on his heel and left, a small spring in his step.

"Child, what have you dragged me into?" Leonard whispered before leaning over the desk and picking up another disk file from the holder beside me.

"Oh come on, you need a little fun in your life right now." I smiled at him. "And, uhum, excuse me, I am not a child. I am a full bodied woman." I chuckled and crossed my arms.

"You're right, I'm sorry." McCoy popped the file into his PADD and looked at the report. "But if you get drunk at this thing, I'm not going to be the one draggin' yer' ass back home."

I chuckled again "Same goes for you." I teased before he rolled his eyes again and left for his next patient.

~o0o~

My head was spinning and my cheeks were painfully flushed.

God was I a light weight.

The music was far too loud and I was dancing with Wallace. Or at least, what he called dancing. It involved a lot of head bobbing and rhythmic grinding. But I was too drunk to make fun of him for it.

Mia strode over, her eyes glassy and her balance tottering. "Honey, Mister Wallace promised the next dance to me." She slurred.

I laughed. "He's all yours!" I said and watched as the two started shaking and hip thrusting to the beat. I looked around to the rest of the room. Leonard was sitting at the end of the bar, as far away from the group as possible, looking at a glass of brandy angrily.

I wanted to walk over assuredly and ask him what was wrong.

Instead, I stumbled over, tripped on my own two feet, and fell into the stool next to him.

"'Sup?" I slurred.

He looked to me for a moment before going back to his drink. I pushed myself up and sat on the stool I'd fallen on. "Wassamatta?" I asked.

He rolled his eyes at me.

"Are you mad at me?" I asked louder then I would have liked. "I feel like you're mad at me." I said, trying my hardest to sober up.

"No." He said "I'm not mad at you."

"Then what's wrong?" I swiveled toward him.

McCoy looked to me, his jaw tightened and he bit his lips before looking down to his glass again. "You remember Clay?" He asked, his voice was deep and gruff.

"That nervous dude?" I asked.

Leo scoffed. "Yeah, that nervous dude. Apparently, he and Joyce reconnected last summer."

I looked to him confused, though a part of my brain already knew what he was about to tell me.

"They've been sleeping together for months now." He took another gulp of brandy, finishing his glass.

My eyes went wide "What the hell?!" I shouted.

McCoy said nothing but arched his eyebrows and tapped his glass, signaling the bartender he wanted another.

"What're you gonna do?" I asked.

McCoy shook his head. "I don't know." He sighed and took his new glass from the bartender.

I wanted to say something to make him feel better, but I knew I never could. Maybe I could make him feel like he, at the very least, wasn't alone. I sighed placing my elbows down on the bar. "Did I ever tell you why I moved to Georgia?"

McCoy shook his head lightly, implying that he was listening, but didn't really care. I took a deep breath and told him my story anyway. "So, when I was 18 I met a boy."

McCoy's eyebrow raised slightly.

"We were madly in love, well, I was at least in love with him- and when I was 20 he asked me to marry him. We lived on our own, had our own jobs, we were full fledged adults. Well one day, right before the wedding, we're moving into our new apartment. He says "The old landlord called she needs him to come over right away." So he left and basically... he never came back." Leo's face softened ever so slightly. "He was missing for like, four days. The police and his family and I were all out looking for him, I lost my job because of it, and got evicted for not paying the rent on the first. He took care of all the money. Then he sends me a message on my PADD, doesn't comm me. Just a message. He said he never loved me, and he didn't think he knew what love was."

Leonard scoffed. "That's a piss poor excuse."

"So I was jobless, homeless, and alone. I went to my parents but they kicked me out after about a month, saying they couldn't deal with how 'depressing it was to be around me'. I couch surfed for a good six months before my pen pal-" Those arched eyebrows shot up again. "Yeah." I nodded "My pen pal. She told me to come to Georgia, and that I was going to live with her and her mom, they told me I was family, and that family doesn't give up on each other."

McCoy nodded.

"After a week, she kicked me out, telling me they couldn't afford to have me stay, even though they had about 18 goddamn pets. So they dropped me off at a homeless shelter. As soon as I got public housing I signed up for nursing school."

McCoy looked at me with those familure sympothetic eyes. I hated that look.

"Later I found out that my ex had been with another woman while we were together, and he left because he liked her better. So… I know how you feel. I hurts, but, people like that aren't worth it."

Bones looked at his glass solemnly. "Imma kick that guys ass if I ever meet him." He stated.

I laughed. "He ain't worth it. Neither is Joyce." I said before waving the barkeep over. We were going to need more drinks.

A/N: Things You Should Know:

That whole thing about how I got to Georgia is real. That is legit what I am going through right now. I just don't have public housing yet and am waiting for Med School to mail me back. So, not the most original thing, but they say write what you know!

Also- I might have to turn the next chapter M- should I just put warnings around the M parts but keep the story T, or should I just change the whole Story to M? I donno what to do!

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