Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek. McCoy does not own the Computer.
McCoy: Ehem.
Oh, right. Sorry.
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Lady Chekov: Thanks! Please keep writing more of Captain's Crown!
Alania: Um. . .yeah, Chekov's log isn't in Russian, is it? Ooops.
C.T. Torris: OMIGOD! I killed you're a*s!
PearlGirl: What ca I say? I like typing. And bashing my keyboard around when I hit the wrong key.
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Log Entries: As Listened to by McCoy: Part Nine: Taking a Break
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"Don't you think you've heard enough? It's 2am! You'll have more patients tomorrow!"
"How can you be so damn sure?"
"April First."
"*Sigh* Okay then. I'll listen to more tomorrow night then."
*
McCoy sat at his desk in Sick Bay, morosely tapping his fingers against the keyboard of his new PC.
'. . .Good old Jim,' He thought, muttering the words as he soliloquised them in his head, 'go and ban April Fools why don't you? It's a tradition, dammit. . .!'
He leant backwards and rested his head against the wall. God it was boring sometimes, being a doctor.
Then, Joy of Joys, the Sick Bay doors opened, and Nichole Summers*, a Red Shirt who wasn't dead yet, walked in, holding his arm.
"What happened?" McCoy asked enthusiastically, jumping to his feet and running over to the injured man.
"I think I've broken my arm. . ."
"How did that happen?"
"Sulu challenged me to a round of Fencing. I knew I should have said no." She sat on the bed, then grinned mischievously, "Hey, have you heard what's going on with them?"
"With who?" McCoy tried to pretend he didn't know. Nichole laughed.
"Apparently, that stupid Russian Pavel put Sulu's Plant eating Plant next to his Cowslips. . . and, wham! They were gone! Heeheehee. Pav's in soooo much trouble!"
"Ouch." McCoy agreed, "so. . . take it Sulu's not talking to him?"
"Nope. Heeheehee. What a laugh. And now Pav's all hurt cos he thinks Uhura fancies. . . Oh, God, I can't say it!"
McCoy briefly wondered how she knew all this, because, as far as he was aware of, only he had been granted access to the logs.
'Whatever.' He thought, getting a bandage from the supply cupboard.
". . .*Laugh* *Snort* SPOCK! AHAHAHAHA!" Nichole started laughing hysterically.
McCoy gave her a little look, then fetched a Knock-Out Hypo and pushed it into her neck.
[A/N] Okay, a little break from listening to logs. And I though I'd introduce Nichole, since she's going to crop up later. Uhura's log next time, I promise!
*Nichole Summers is from Switching Views, another of my weird Fan Fics.
McCoy: Ehem.
Oh, right. Sorry.
~~
Lady Chekov: Thanks! Please keep writing more of Captain's Crown!
Alania: Um. . .yeah, Chekov's log isn't in Russian, is it? Ooops.
C.T. Torris: OMIGOD! I killed you're a*s!
PearlGirl: What ca I say? I like typing. And bashing my keyboard around when I hit the wrong key.
~~
Log Entries: As Listened to by McCoy: Part Nine: Taking a Break
~~
"Don't you think you've heard enough? It's 2am! You'll have more patients tomorrow!"
"How can you be so damn sure?"
"April First."
"*Sigh* Okay then. I'll listen to more tomorrow night then."
*
McCoy sat at his desk in Sick Bay, morosely tapping his fingers against the keyboard of his new PC.
'. . .Good old Jim,' He thought, muttering the words as he soliloquised them in his head, 'go and ban April Fools why don't you? It's a tradition, dammit. . .!'
He leant backwards and rested his head against the wall. God it was boring sometimes, being a doctor.
Then, Joy of Joys, the Sick Bay doors opened, and Nichole Summers*, a Red Shirt who wasn't dead yet, walked in, holding his arm.
"What happened?" McCoy asked enthusiastically, jumping to his feet and running over to the injured man.
"I think I've broken my arm. . ."
"How did that happen?"
"Sulu challenged me to a round of Fencing. I knew I should have said no." She sat on the bed, then grinned mischievously, "Hey, have you heard what's going on with them?"
"With who?" McCoy tried to pretend he didn't know. Nichole laughed.
"Apparently, that stupid Russian Pavel put Sulu's Plant eating Plant next to his Cowslips. . . and, wham! They were gone! Heeheehee. Pav's in soooo much trouble!"
"Ouch." McCoy agreed, "so. . . take it Sulu's not talking to him?"
"Nope. Heeheehee. What a laugh. And now Pav's all hurt cos he thinks Uhura fancies. . . Oh, God, I can't say it!"
McCoy briefly wondered how she knew all this, because, as far as he was aware of, only he had been granted access to the logs.
'Whatever.' He thought, getting a bandage from the supply cupboard.
". . .*Laugh* *Snort* SPOCK! AHAHAHAHA!" Nichole started laughing hysterically.
McCoy gave her a little look, then fetched a Knock-Out Hypo and pushed it into her neck.
[A/N] Okay, a little break from listening to logs. And I though I'd introduce Nichole, since she's going to crop up later. Uhura's log next time, I promise!
*Nichole Summers is from Switching Views, another of my weird Fan Fics.