Hi y'all! :) I've been mulling over whether too post this now or later when I've finished part deux of it but if its just sitting here, may as well right?

Disclaimer: Don't own Star Trek. I do own Charlie, Heradee, Rodney, Lucy, Neil, Paul Cook and a delicious batch of muffins. I may own a few other things but right now I can't remember.
The chapter title is taken from the song of the same name by none other than the Trousersnake himself, Senor Justin Timberlake. I'm sure you've all heard it. Hate the video, love the song.

This picks up pretty much where the last left off. Just a head's up. :)
Without further ado, here goes nothing...

Did he have any right to be angry at Charlie? Probably not. He wasn't angry at Lucy for some reason, but at Charlie, he could feel a frustrated fury bubbling under his skin. She'd broken her wrist, Lucy had broken her nose and they had both told him that they were products of simple, everyday accidents.

Which was completely feasible. Nearly every shift that he pulled in the infirmary someone came in, hurt from the gym or combat training. There were idiots who thought it best to turn the safety off when practicing their weapons training, there were idiots who practiced a little too fervently and injured themselves in exertion and there were simple idiots who fell over things. He wouldn't put either of the girls into any of those piles. If he had to, Charlie could be a klutz at times and Lucy was a little too highly strung about being top of the class so he could see her pushing herself... but that was at a stretch. Accidents, his ass.

After their almost showdown at dinner, no one had ever seen her eat so fast. The second that her plate had been emptied she'd dove up and disappeared and when Jim had muttered that her wrist might have been giving her trouble he had been met with an exchanged glance from Gaila and Uhura, a deep blush from Heradee and a glare from Bones – he'd fixed that damn wrist perfectly, there was no way in hell that it was giving her trouble.

"Dude, that was weird. You had to fix up Lucy? In the same day that Charlie breaks her wrist?" Rodney murmured as the boys disposed of their dinner and left the Mess Hall, Bones just shrugged. He was furious but wasn't going to show it - it had nothing to do with him.

"Lucy broke her nose, didn't she? You sure Tex didn't break it for her?" Jim asked with a smile that looked like a proud papa at the notion.

"No, she can throw a good punch but there was too much weight behind Lucy's break. I already thought of that." He admitted and that was that, the subject was dropped vocally, though it still ran through Bones' mind like wildfire. He was just being paranoid, he had to be. But like Rodney had said, both in the same day? In the same hour? The two women in his life both have an "accident" in the gym? It didn't sit right and he knew that going to Charlie would be useless; chances were she'd end up screaming at him if he showed up on her doorstep muttering half baked ideas and plausible explanations.

Lucy was easy to find – in the Xenobiology lab where she spent most of her free time. He hated how the lab always smelt and tonight was no exception – it smelt like burning leaves and something sour that made him want to sneeze. He pulled up a stool next to her and sat on the table, his feet propped up on the stool as she noted some results, stretching up to kiss him lightly in hello.

"How's your nose?" He asked and she blushed bright red, throwing him a smile that he couldn't return.

"It's great, thank you. You do good work."

"I've repaired a few in my time. How did it happen again?" He didn't miss her spine straightening slightly as she glanced up at him, eyes guarded.

"I told you, I had too little tension in a piece of equipment and hit myself in the face. Quite stupid, really. Can you hand me that jar with Saurian spider beetles please?" He did as he was told, not missing the glance that she snuck up to his face.

"Best brandy there is, Saurian." He muttered, looking around the lab for a replicator – after the day he'd had, the thoughts that were plaguing him a glass or three was exactly what he needed.

"I wouldn't know. Are you going to stay in here for awhile with me?" She replied with a flirtatious smile and he shook his head, wondering why that smile didn't get him more – she was pretty Lucy, smart and funny but it wasn't the kind of smarts that interested him or the kind of humour that he found side splitting. Really, they had very little in common aside from their mutual attraction.

"I can't, I've got to get some homework done. I'll see you later?" He told her, sliding from the table and feeling a twisted sense of pleasure that she looked slightly crestfallen, he kissed her forehead and made to leave but she held onto his tunic, pulling him down for a kiss that should have been heart stopping but wasn't.

"See you tonight?"

"Sure." He didn't say anything else, just slipped out of the lab and back into the night air.

****

Charlie hated lying to Bones. She hated it. That look in his eyes – he knew that something was up and she had lied barefaced to him. Numerous times in one day, more than she had over the length of their Starfleet careers.

It was all Lucy's fault.

She would have told him if the reason that she'd been sent to the infirmary wasn't his girlfriend. Sure, he'd probably chew her out anyway for doing something stupid but it wasn't anything that she couldn't handle. Hell, she liked that angry look that usually flashed through his eyes, the air of impatience that he took one when someone had done something stupid. But if she told him that it was Lucy who had broken her wrist then he would be mad at her because after all, the fight club was hers.
And Gaila's, but Bones merely rolled his eyes at anything that Gaila did, used to her exuberant stunts and ways.

It was dark out as she walked back towards her dorm building having left dinner abruptly to get out from under his curiously fierce stare, the library and assignments couldn't distract her this time and truth be told, the man that she usually sought out, the man whose eyes she looked for in a crowd – she was avoiding. The feeling in her stomach was worse than the feeling that shot up her arm earlier in the day.

A note in their room told her that Heradee was in the kitchens at the back of the dorm block and when Charlie made her way down there, the smell of home cooking hit her like a brick to the head. Or a trainer. Heradee was mixing something in a large bowl and reading over one of her many recipe books, there was a stack of ingredients and dishes surrounding her that it looked like a grocer had exploded.

"Hey – you're back early. I thought you'd be in the library until late." The brunette smiled as Charlie sat on the counter, picking up a spoon from a bowl of batter and licking it without asking.

"Couldn't concentrate. Is there a bake sale that I didn't know about?"

"Funny. I have the time, I promised that I'd make... Paul... some of my muffins." She blushed furiously and Charlie let out a whoop, choking on a remnant of batter. Paul Cook was the professor that Heradee had been, ahem, busted with.

"He gets you thrown into the brig and you make him muffins? That's the funniest thing I've ever heard." She croaked, Heradee rolled her eyes and greased a tin, checking the oven. The kitchen was small and hardly ever used, there in case students wanted to make their own food from scratch rather than use the replicators or the Mess Hall.

"I'm also making some as a thank you to Bones and some extra for us. You and Gaila are pigs in case you hadn't noticed."

"Well, aren't we a bitchy Martha Stewart tonight?" Another voice asked from the doorway and Charlie jumped a mile, clutching her heart.

"Jesus Christ!"

"I've been called worse," Gaila shrugged with a grin as she sauntered over, sticking her face into a full bowl of batter and coming up with it all around her mouth and flecked across her cheeks.

"You're such a savage!" Charlie laughed, Gaila smiled innocently which was pretty hard to do with the lower part of her face covered in a batter beard.

"Me? You're the one who kicked a bitch in the face because she was giving you the side eye!"

"No, I think it was because she's giving Bones the side eye." Heradee added in jest, Charlie pulled face as the other two girls high fived, dipping her spoon back into the batter to lick it off again but Heradee slapped her hand.

"No double dipping!"

"She just shoved her face in there!" Both looked at Gaila who still had batter on her jaw but tried to look innocent, falling into a chair and looking up at the two.

"How's your wrist?"

"It feels guilty."

"Maybe you shouldn't have kicked his girlfriend in the face then." Heradee told her with a pointed look, Charlie raised an eyebrow and pursed her lips.

"At least I didn't have sex with her on the beach."

"Maybe you should – there's one way to get Bones' attention." Gaila offered helpfully, her face impassive which made it difficult to tell if she was kidding or not.

"She broke my wrist first!"

"Did she?" This was clarified with a nod from Gaila, Heradee shrugged again, "I'm not getting involved. But he knows something's up."

"No shit. Dinner wasn't awkward at all now, was it?" Gaila asked sarcastically and Charlie flung a spoonful of batter at her, earning a shriek from the smartass Orion and a barked 'Hey!' from Heradee. The batter flicked over Gaila but she didn't seem to mind, licking the flecks off her hands and face, only half listening to the conversation around her.

"Maybe you should tell Bones the truth." Heradee suggest quietly and Charlie shook her head, holding onto the counter top as not to fall.

"Nope. He'll drop it now, I'm sure. As long as Kellway's shut her fat mouth, at least."

"Right. His girlfriend and you, both renowned for hating each other, show up in Med Bay within minutes and claim that your injuries are from accidents. Mind you, he's a smart guy. I'm totally sure that he wont think anything's weird at all..." Gaila deadpanned sarcastically and Charlie clenched her hands into fists so that she didn't hurl the bowl of batter this time.

"You've got a batter beard." She pointed out dryly, Gaila shrugged and continued licking around her mouth.

"It's my androgynous look."

"It kills me that the two of you can't take anything seriously. He's pissed, on the warpath. You're avoiding him Charlie – don't tell me you're not – this is not good. So not good!" Heradee moaned, finally pouring the batter into the trays and sliding it into the oven, wordlessly handing the dishes over to the other two girls who busied themselves trying to find every remaining drop of batter as Heradee made another batch.

"He has no reason to be." Charlie murmured to herself after a full few minutes, her voice like an echo.

****

Bones looked at their dorm room tiredly and sighed – as usual, it was trashed. Not that he cared, but Jim had clearly been looking for something – crap consisting mainly of clothes, mainly not his, were flung over both beds, old 21st Century textbooks (those were mainly his) in a knocked over pile at the base of his bed and as he slammed the door and walked inside further, he tripped over a boot and a pair of women's underwear, cursing under his breath and not even wanting to know how they got there – either someone had left without their underwear or there was a whole other side to Jim that he did not want to know about.

He'd been in class all day after a night shift at the infirmary now all he wanted to do was sleep – if he could find his bed under Jim's apparent scavenger hunt. Pulling his Red Cadet tunic off and dropping it at his feet he allowed his chin to drop to his chest for a moment, feeling his neck crack and then his spine as he sat and tugged off his boots, wiping everything that covered his bed to the floor with one swift arm movement, he'd deal with it later. He stepped out of his pants and reached over to set the alarm on his PADD because he had another shift at the infirmary after his next class – it was a good thing to be given so many shifts because it meant that his superiors had faith in his abilities but damn, he almost wanted to screw up just to lighten his workload slightly.

"Lights out." He muttered, falling onto his mattress and pulling his comforter around him, eyes drifting shut straight away when the chime sounded to let him know that someone was at his door. He froze and then decided to ignore it, whoever it was be damned because he didn't care but it rang again and then again and he sighed, flinging his now warm comforter back and storming out of bed and to the door, a frown across his face and a growl low in his throat. Heradee stood with a basket over her arm and a bright grin on her face, too bright for... god; it was 08:00 hours. He had a class soon.

"I came to say thank you and repay you for... fixing... me the other night." She told him and through his tired daze, he paused, offering her a confused look.

"A girl appears on my doorstep offering some sort of repayment? Kinky." He smirked at her and she rolled her eyes, pushing past him to walk into the trashed dorm and cast a cutting eye over the place, "Come right in," He added under his breath, pushing himself off the doorframe.

"Nice outfit." It was her turn to smirk, glancing over his exposed form and noting that he was a boxer's man – good. That added to his sex appeal, she made a mental note to mention this to Charlie.

"Should I take you storming in here and checking me out as a compliment?" He grouched, not moving to cover himself though – Heradee was a friend but right now, sleep was needed so that he didn't kill someone later in the day. Never a patient, hell no, he was a skilled surgeon even when sleep deprived, but one of the idiots that he had to share classes with. Her roommate included.

"Trust me McCoy, we all know you've already got two girls vying for your attention, throwing myself into the mix would only complicate matters further. Here. I made you some muffins." She held out the basket and he grinned – the girl could cook. Her muffins usually didn't get a chance to hit the plate and he was partly guilty of that.

"You didn't have to."

"I wanted to. I seriously thought that I was going to die the other morning... let's just say that I owe you and Charlie a lot." She blushed and his curiosity piqued, sitting down on his bed and motioning for her to sit, she sat gingerly on the edge of Jim's and tried not to look repulsed at being anywhere near Jim Kirk's bed.

"What actually happened?"

"That's a secret. Let's just say that... well, I was on a date and things got a little too far."

"And Charlie was there?"

"No. She came to get me. At 3am. From the brig." That was all that she was going to say and her jaw set, hearing that she had been in the brig made his eyebrows raise to the ceiling. Woah. Not at all what he had expected.

"Okay. Thanks for these Hera, really, I love your muffins."

"I'm glad. Gaila and Charlie love the batter – they're like pigs in shit with that stuff. It's quite gruesome actually." She replied, standing to leave and the thought made him smile, setting the basket down on a shelf.

"I'm not surprised. Now I just have to call in Charlie's owing me and we're square," He stretched, rubbing his palm over his jaw as an idea came to mind and he smiled sweetly down at the girl in front of him, "Actually Hera, you can help me with that."

Author's Note:

This chapter and the next were going to be one giant one, but the last part of the next one just didn't want to be my friend. Sorry kids! :)

I've figured out who Gaila reminds me of. Does anyone watch 'Scrubs'? She reminds me of 'The Todd' a little. I almost wished that I made her a nurse - could you imagine the infirmary if she and Bones were in there? Le sigh. Ooh, hello plotline!

Supermassive thankies to: RachyDoodle, Hidden Relevance, FuzzyDeath, , -Halceeon-, Trekky17, NaomiBlue, LunarEclispe, shopgirl6, VikingShadow, Fett012000, thebloodrose, Vulcanvamp who are the bestest reviewers ever.

And as always to FuzzyDeath, Trekky17, Fett012000 and J-Awesomeness for their hysterical PM's. I'm now worring about Weight Watchers trying to take over the world and George Kirk's 'stache turning into Cousin It and am fearing for my own sleep deprived safety. It isn't deprived if it's inflicted, is it?

Right. I stupidly was going through my DVD collection today and as proud of a few jewels in there as I am (Spiceworld the Movie! Hell yes!) and I tripped over Season 1 of Smallville. I don't think I've seen it since Season 2 (thank you Australian TV, your crappy scheduling sucks) but... dayum. Tom Welling is simply divine! If the show didn't suck so much and he wasn't opposed to taking off his shirt every episode (are you hearing this Jared Padalecki? Where's your skin lately, bro?) I think ratings would be astronomical. I'm starting a petition that he gets a role in the next Star Trek movie. Or as my personal slave, I'm not fussed. Just putting that out there.

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