Proper

Bar. McCoy. Fight. It happened before she could process who was in the bar, who was fighting, who was trying to leave before the cops came.

McCoy was on the ground with a bloody nose, probably broken. He wasn't unconscious but he sure as hell wasn't fully awake like he was when he entered the bar. Nyota was at the counter, clutching her glass with a fierce glare in her eyes. The locals were standing proudly over McCoy, about to bash him some more.

"I swear to God, if you touch my friend one more time you'll wake up in a hospital paralyzed from the waist down, and don't you dare think I'm joking." It wasn't how a proper lady should act, but it wasn't everyday that a guy stood up for her. The least she could do was stand up for him when he needed it.

Muttering

Every time McCoy left the Bridge he was mumbling something under his breath. It was usually something along the lines of Vulcan minds and hob-goblins, but of course there were the occasional words about Jim and a little too much self-esteem.

She knew he didn't try, but it always made Nyota smile. She wasn't even sure why it was so amusing, but whenever he started muttering under his breath she took out her ear-plugs that help received transmissions so she could hear what McCoy had to say.

She couldn't understand it, but part of her wanted to so desperately say it was because she's a xenolinguistics, automatically curious at what people said, no matter what language.

Brush

Nyota walked briskly past McCoy on the Bridge, going to Kirk to inform him about a letter she had just received. She accidentally brushed shoulders with him, causing a shiver to go down McCoy's spine.

She was the only one on the bridge that could do that to him. Not even Spock had that affect on him. With just a glare, even if it was directed at another person, she frightened him. She could tell him to be quiet and it would work immediately. She could point at a chair and he would sit as soon as he saw her finger directed at a chair.

Nobody had been able to do that to him before. Jocelyn couldn't. Not even his daughter could, and he usually listened to her since she was his favorite thing in the world.

But when Nyota went into full business mode, he was captivated. His eyes didn't leave hers. It was hypnotizing, scary, but fantastic, since someone on the Bridge actually showed that they weren't afraid.

Home

After the divorce, McCoy didn't have a home. That was why he enlisted in Starfleet. An Academy would provide everything needed, as would a star ship. During Shore Leave he could just go to a hotel for a few days, it wasn't like he used money to buy anything on the Enterprise.

Nyota had a home. Family greeted her during Shore Leave, still upset that she had went so far away to San Francisco, followed by space. She didn't need to waste money that she used to buy all the Christmas gifts she had to give for all the holidays she missed on hotels or restaurants.

After two Shore Leaves, Nyota took notice of Bones talking to Jim about how he would be getting a hotel again. Hearing this, she knew he hated it. He didn't show it clearly in his tone, but something about his facial expressions just screamed he hated it.

"McCoy, you're coming with me on Shore Leave, okay? You're too good for used sheets and smelly rooms and stained towels."

Cube

"So you're telling me I got a disease from a cube? A plain white cube? Doctor, how exactly do you explain this?" Nyota was sitting up on a hospital bed, a look of absolute disbelief shown clearly on her face. Her arms were crossed and McCoy told himself to try to tell her off and not to talk to her doctor that way, but he knew that would only have the result of him being beat up.

"Yes, I am. The plain white cube, when you looked it over to see if any sounds were coming from it, injected an orange substance into your body. It's not too harmful, but you have to stay overnight so it flows through your body."

She grumbled about how she had a date with Spock and he winced. How could a girl like that end up with a Vulcan like him?

Lock

Doctor Leonard McCoy refused to fall for someone ever again. Yes, he was fine with the relationships that only lasted a week, a day, maybe two, but full on committed relationships were something he never wanted again.

Women consisted of anger, complication, sadness, and very rare happiness. They say they love you, but the next day they're telling you to go away. They crumble in tears but the next minute have a smile a mile wide on their face.

Yet, when he sees her locks of hair move gently to the side with every step she takes, he can't help but feel like she's the only person he would ever fall for again.

Until he sees her smile warmly, eyes filled with joy, when she starts talking with Spock.

Oh my gosh, I'm not too sure if I like this chapter. Leave a review and tell me if I'm wrong and it's brilliant? Anyway, I've taken to writing serious drabbles. Ugh. I swear to god, I'm not trying to. It just sorta happens... Sorry.

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