Wow! Three chapters in a row! I have no idea what I'm doing but I'm kind o just going with the flow of inspiration. Hope you guys like it so far!
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Rory walked calmly with McCoy until they reached the Medbay and walked in through the door. McCoy moved her over to a biobed and had her sit down while he bustled about briefly. She bit her lip and quickly unbuckled her backpack and settled it on the bed next to her. She really felt like she was at war within herself on whether she should talk to Bones or not.

I can tell him, after everything I've seen him do and...he should understand right?

She quickly glanced towards him as he started coming towards her.

"Mr. McCoy?" She nearly growled at her timid tone but kept it to herself as the good doctor looked at her.

"Yes?" He prompted, bringing his tricorder over and setting it on the bed next to her right by her bag.

"Can Oi try somethin'? Oi jist nade ter nu you're rayle."

McCoy frowned at her in confusion. "Well of course I'm real! Do you remember hitting your head before waking up on the transporter? Perhaps you have a slight concussion an-!" He was cut off as Rory simply reached up and grabbed his face with her hands.

His eyes went wide as hers glassed over with tears. She choked back a sob as her fingers gently traced over his cheeks, and rubbed under his eyes, taking in the smooth skin and looking over the laugh lines and worry creases.

"Yer are rayle...Oi must not be daft then." She whispered, relief permeating her voice, showing her desperation.

Her big fat tears rolled down her cheeks and she sobbed briefly as McCoy gently reached up and cupped her hands with his own.

"I'm real. Why would you think I wasn't?" His voice was soft, showing he did has a psychologist side to him. Rory hiccuped and blinked, spilling more tears, staining the bottom of her glasses.

"Cos yer weren't rayle! Oi saved a paddy from bein' mugged, Oi went 'um, and someone shot me up Mr. McCoy! Oi wus lyin' on de groun' bleedin' oyt, oi knew Oi was dyin'. Oi cud fale me chest tightenin' cos Oi wus suffocatin' on me own blud."

McCoy stared at her in shock, not having expected that sort of revelation.

"Oi wus on earth. Yer weren't rayle cos yer were simply a person outta a scayle." Rory revealed, taking in McCoy's surprise and shock.

"A story?"
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Rory was out like a light, the hypospray McCoy had given her plus the meltdown she'd had being two main contributors. Now Captain Kirk, Spock, and Bones were standing in the room adjoining the medbay discussing the new arrival.

"Jim, she says we're characters out of a story." Bones stated, rubbing his eyes over the added stress. Spock and Kirk looked at him as he continued, recalling the events of the previous hour. "She kept asking if I was real, she even put her hands on my face just to make sure!"

"Perhaps she is suffering from a psychiatric illness dealing with illusions and hallucinations." Spock offered, believing that to be the most logical conclusion.

McCoy quickly shook his head, "No. I already did a full psyche evaluation and she's perfectly sane so that throws that out of the picture." He said waving it off.

Kirk looked pensive as he looked between his two friends. He sighed as he waved at the entrance to the room where Rory was laying.

"McCoy, could it be possible that...our guest could be telling the truth?" He stated, leaving it up in the air. McCoy sighed tiredly, but even over that, Kirk could practically hear Spock's eyebrow raise.

"It's the only viable option left Jim." He said before shrugging, "But even so, there's something very different with her. She appears humanoid in shape, heck, she even sounds like she's from earth!"

Kirk could read the underlying question, "But what?"

"But when I went to draw blood, I couldn't get anything under her skin! It's like trying to draw blood from stone!" The doc groused while rubbing his eyes.

"What would that entail?" Spock questioned as his face grew interested, well, as interested as he could look.

"It would mean, I don't know." He stated, throwing his hands up briefly, "I honestly can't tell you what it means because I don't have the faintest idea how it affects her or makes her different. It might-" He was cut off as a yelp came from the room Rory was in.

All three men quickly rushed in, only to find her and the blankets missing from the bed. McCoy rushed around the side of it only to pause and smirk in confusion.

"Now how'd you get down there?"

"Oi felled aff de bleedin scratcher!" The irate voice came from Rory as she poked her head over the side of the biobed. Her wild hair was in disarray and her glasses were displaced and crooked making for a very humorous image, except for the red and puffy eyes that were the only evidence left of her tearful moment.

She looked over and saw Spock and Captain Kirk standing there watching her interact with the doctor.

"Ah, 'owaya. Sorry yer 'ad ter clap me fall oyt av me scratcher." She stated as she got up and rubbed the back of her neck bashfully. Kirk looked her over and looked at Bones.

"Has she had her physical done yet?"

"No sir, tried to get some blood earlier but as I explained, that didn't happen." McCoy supplied.

"Wait waaat? Waaat chucker yer mean yer couldn't draw blud?" She questioned as she looked over at McCoy who shrugged plaintively.

"Well, simply put when I went to draw blood, you bent the needle."

Rory stared at him wide eyed.

"Waaat de 'eck yer mean?!" She exclaimed, her hand going to be lost in her wild red hair she started muttering to herself as her eyes locked on the ground and she looked around trying to figure out what's going on. Spock looked at, studying her before glancing at McCoy.

"I do believe now would be adequate timing for that physical doctor."
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Rory was growing very very confused. This was not right in any form or way.

She was passing this physical with flying colors so far...and that was the problem. Rory's medical history was not a pleasant nor easy one to recall. When she was much younger, she had been prone to getting easily sick to the point of which she would be in mortal danger.

Her physical stamina wasn't the most outstanding either. Rory was only a great fighter because she could take a beating and had practically beaten the weak elements out of her with her stubbornness, much like Theodore Roosevelt had with his asthma, so when the medical scans McCoy was taking were showing her having incredible stamina and impeccable health. Which she very well knew wasn't true, and attempted to explain so.

"Oi've towl yer once, an' Oi've been tellin' yer dat dees readings are wrong!" Rory stated emphatically as she locked gazes with McCoy. "Oi nu they're wrong cos Oi 'ad pneumonia foive different times whaen Oi wus wee!" Rory nearly yelled, thumping the area over her lungs.

McCoy sighed, "Kid I'm just doing my job. Last thing we have to do is a basic strength evaluation. Now if you wouldn't mind stepping over here and just picking up this bar." He asked, standing to the side of a machine that looked like a pair of dumbbells, but with no weights on the end and the metal bar attached to a machine on either side. Shrugging, Rory stepped behind the bar as McCoy spoke up.

"Now I've got the bar set at 100 lbs. If you'd like I can go a little lighter?" He offered, Rory immediately shaking her head. She grabbed the bar, preparing herself for the strain, only to yelp in shock as she pulled up too hard and ripped the bar clean out of the machine. All three men looked at her in shock, excluding Spock to an extent as she sat up holding the bar up in shock.

"Oi didn't nu Oi cud do dat..."

"You have a talent for the understatement."

Rory just about threw the bar at him.