Leonard McCoy tapped his fingers against his office's desk. A knock was made at his door. He grunted, "Come in."

On the other side, I opened the door seeing the doctor leaned back in his chair. I cleared my throat, "You wanted to see me, Dr. McCoy?"

Leonard sat up straight before making his hands busy on his desk by moving files and P.A.D.D around. Leonard gave a nod, "Uh, yes. I wanted to speak with you. Just to talk."

I started to back towards the door, "If you just wanted to talk, I think I should go back to my duty at Star Fleet Academy."

The good doctor stood up abruptly, "Now just wait a minute, Sara. I do want to talk to you but on a professional setting. Not just one of those little chit chats."

"What do you want to talk about, doctor?," I asked not turning to look at him.

Leonard walked around his desk and leaned against the wooden surface. His arms crossed themselves across his chest. He started, "Any type of aggression? Don't want to have any type of contact especially among the male species?"

My jaw clenched. I turned towards the doctor my eyes blazing. I huffed, "What are you going to say next? That I'm too emotional? That I can't seem to handle myself?"

Leonard held up his hands defensively, "Woah there, Sara. I did not say such thing. I was just reading notes from Spock-."

I pulled away from the door heading towards the doctor. I hissed, "Did he put you up to this?"

The doctor kept his ground, "Well, he is your twin brother. He is your family. For one of the rare instances, he showed emotion. Want to know what it was? Worry. Concern. The one Vulcan who hardly shows any type of emotion he was having a hard time showing it a few days ago. He may deny it but I saw it."

I saw Leonard placed his arms in their previous position. He pointed out, "You also aren't looking like you're not getting any sleep. And before you tell me that Vulcans don't need much sleep, I call bullshit on that. I know how Vulcans work."

The doctor gestured to a chair in front of his desk to his right, "Sit. That's an order."

My lips went into a firm line as I stepped to the side and sat myself down. I clapped my hands together, "Alright you made it into an order, doctor. It doesn't mean I'll talk."

Leonard pushed himself off of his desk and sat down at his chair. He scooted himself in, "Well then just listen. We are going to have a weekly meeting to start. I already can see you are very aggravated. Anything that is spoken between the two of us will stay between the two of us. You have my word."

Leonard laced his fingers together, "I noticed you kept your distance away from me."

I scoffed, "I do not need to be near every person who appear to be around me."

His lips went into a firm line. He continued, "I'm not saying to touch or enter a person's personal space whoever is around you but you are familiar with Mr. Scott, your brother and hate to say it but Jim too."

I felt my throat tighten at the assumption between Jim and I. The thought of my Pon Farr came to mind. I cleared my throat, "What does that have to do with anything? Of course, I'm okay with them."

"Spock wrote down that Mr. Scott came to him about how you became angry and pushed him away. You didn't want him to touch you. The two of you are like two peas in a pod," Leonard opened what looked like a personnel file.

I let out a huff. I couldn't deny or want to say it have happened. It did happen. I turned my head away staying quiet. Leonard studied the Vulcan in front of him before writing something down. This is going to be a long process.

Sweat dribbled down my temple. I took a breathing moment to control my heartbeat and breathing. The boxing bag started to slow its swing.

"You know when I told you that we have to meet weekly, I meant it. Do I have to make it into an order?"

I didn't turn around. My focus kept on towards the boxing bag. In between jabs, I huffed out, "I thought it was a... friendly suggestion to talk my heart out."

The doctor came towards the boxing bag. He gestured to the bag, "Want me to hold for you?"

My eyes flicked quickly over to the doctor before returning to the bag. He wore a pair of black basketball shorts and a light short sleeve grey shirt. I kept sending jabs towards the bag, "I have a feeling that... my brother told you where to find me."

Leonard tilted his head side to side as he thought of what to say. He stood behind the bag and took hold of it without my permission. I didn't say anything about it. His presence should be answer enough on who he found out about it. Other than possibly Mr. Scott.

Silence other than the sounds of my jabs and now kicks filled between the two. One wouldn't say it was a comfortable silence but it wasn't uncomfortable either. The doctor decided to speak up when I took a break, "I was thinking..."

He waited to gauge my reaction. I took a sip of my water bottle listening. He continued, "We can start with exposure therapy. Start off slow with the possibility with someone you trust considering you react to a simple touch. If you feel that it would be too much, maybe a trip down to memory lane."

The mouth piece of my water bottle hovered by my lips. I slowly started to bring the bottle down. I grabbed my towel from the bench, "I think I'm done here."

Leonard quickly pushed himself away from the bag. He lightly jogged towards the retreating Vulcan, "I'm not. Now how are you feelin' about some food? Let's head to a restaurant near by. I'll pay."

The doctor's hand hovered behind my back. The buffer between his hand and my back was close but not close enough to give a reaction. I allowed the doctor to guide myself and him out towards the restaurant.

The good doctor ordered a side of grits and eggs. I chose the platter with ham, eggs and potatoes. I mumbled under my breath, "I don't want you to pay."

Leonard raised an eyebrow swallowing a piece of egg. He pointed his fork towards myself, "Tough luck, missy. Anyways, let's talk about Spock. Does he have whatever you had?"

I raised an angular brow. I asked, "Do you mean an arranged marriage? Yes, he did. Well he still is. Him and his betrothed have not seen each other in a long time. They'll meet when its time."

His brows shot up to his hair, "But he is with-."

I sipped on my orange juice before speaking, "Lt. Uhura. Yes, it seem both parties are infatuated with their non-betrothed. However, when it comes time for the two to meet once again, it'll become null. Well I hope for the sake of Lt. Uhura and my brother. T'Pring is a nasty Vulcan who..."

My words started to die down. I stabbed a sliced potato hard. Leonard's eyes widened at the intensity of the action. Leonard cleared his throat, "So this T'Pring, was it? I'm guessin' you're not too fond of her."

My jaw clenched before I stabbed another piece of potato. I hissed out, "Spock may not show it but he felt hurt. Hurt that his betrothed decided to go for another. Hurt that he isn't good enough for her. I have to see that when that insolent bitch is mentioned or around."

Leonard's eyes softened. He may not know what the Vulcan have said in her father's native language but he could tell it wasn't nice. Leonard licked his lips, "You care for your brother. You want to protect him."

Hazel eyes met dark eyes. My fork clinked against my plate. I pushed my plate away but it was pushed back towards me. Leonard pointed to my food, "Eat. You just worked out. You need your energy back."

I pursed my lips grabbing my fork once again. I shoved the two pieces of potato in my mouth. Leonard mentally filed away mental notes of the female Vulcan's thought about her brother and his betrothed would be linked to her own thoughts to herself. The two of them kept quiet while they ate. Leonard may think the Vulcan may be redirecting her thoughts onto other people particularly her brother who is similar to herself. He could see from the notes and the others' first hand accounts of the Vulcan's behavior that she have post-traumatic stress disorder regarding to her ex-betrothed as well having body dysmorphic disorder. He has a long way to confirm his suspicions especially when said Vulcan refuse to keep up with her now-ordered appointments.

A/N: I am no way a medical professional so I am basing off of descriptions and details of the disorders. I will think I would focus on Jim and her after this little bump in the road well, I hope that is with the way the story is taking.