Hey guys! Another one-shot for you all!

This one is not happy go lucky, and a lot more dramatic and maybe even a little suspenseful. Also, this is set after STID during the 5 year mission.

Enjoy and review!

There are bright lights.

There is noise. So much noise.

There are screams.

But more than anything, there is fear.

Crippling fear, heart shattering fear, life altering fear that Amelia seems to experience all at once. She's staggering up from the floor of the bridge and desperately clutching onto her Captain's chair for support. Her head is pounding and her ears are ringing but she manages to catch Sulu's comment about the enemy ship being destroyed. She doesn't have time to celebrate that.

Spock is there. He is always there, it seems. He's taking hold off her forearm and helping her into the seat as she's wincing and cringing at the pain emanating from her left wrist whenever she tries to move it. Amelia allows herself a brief moment to simply look. To see all of the alarms dying down and the sparks flying and her crew members recomposing themselves. There's something running down her forehead and weighing down her eyelash and it has to be blood.

The moment is over. Amelia quickly blinks to refocus her vision before looking up at where Spock is standing beside her chair. He has a green tinted bruise on his cheekbone and his hair isn't as precisely styled as usual but he is still standing up straight and asking what his Captain wants him to do. She's still out of it, somewhat, and mutters something unintelligible before turning to address Sulu.

Her pilot is rubbing at his eyes but is alert at the sound of her voice. Amelia knows the right questions to ask in the time post-crisis, when all immediate danger has subsided. For the first time in a long time, she thinks it just might be a good idea to follow the regulation that her professors had instilled into her head during her time at the Academy. Her words are rushed, but Sulu knows she is asking which part of the ship experienced the worst amount of damage.

His words are not rushed. Amelia has no trouble hearing them or absorbing them. She wishes her ears deceived her, but she gets the exact same string of words once she asks Sulu to please repeat what he just said.

The sickbay was hit the hardest.

Her heart automatically clenches, and there is a lump in her throat. Amelia tries to calm herself, because even though Bones was in the sickbay, it doesn't mean he's injured or hurt or-

She stops her own thought and decides to page the medical area instead. Her voice is frantic and she keeps repeating Bones Bones Bones but his voice doesn't come and his voice should be the one replying because he's the Chief Medical Officer and this is one of his jobs and why wouldn't he be doing one of his jobs unless something was very, very wrong? Spock obviously knows what she's thinking because she feels a hand on her aching shoulder.

Relief is replaced with more fear when someone responds to her page, but it isn't Amelia's doctor. It's Nurse Chapel, and she seems to be speaking through tears because she barely has an idea of what's going on even though she is currently standing in the sickbay. Amelia then asks the most important question about where in the world Doctor McCoy might be, and feels the threat of tears when Chapel gives her a sob filled "I... I don't know."

It's enough to send Amelia jumping to her boot covered feet and to automatically give the con to Sulu because she can already sense that Spock is going to be running behind her no matter where she goes.

The elevator works, but it is slow. It is too slow and it gives Amelia too much time to think about all of the horrible things that could be waiting for her as soon as she sets foot onto the deck that contains the medbay. Spock is a silent but reassuring presence beside her as they tensely wait for the elevator doors to reopen. Amelia blinks, but it doesn't stop her tears from running down her cheeks.

The sickbay is a mess of toppled over tables and groaning people and damaged machines that are all emitting dangerous sparks and flashes into the dusty air. The healthy doctors and nurses are all dealing with the injured doctors and nurses. Amelia tries at first to pick out Bones among them, but everyone here wears a blue shirt and her head is still pounding and she's being too frantic to complete any task patiently.

She then resorts to asking anyone and everyone where McCoy is and if they've seen him since the last hit. No one knows very much and they brush past her because in a time of a medical emergency the doctors need to care for the patients before answering the pressing questions of the Enterprise's Captain. It isn't until a young nurse informs her about Bones heading back into the supply room that her and Spock have a solid direction to head in.

The supply room isn't far off from the main medical bay. It is down a hallway that Amelia has only traveled down twice before during her time on the Enterprise. But she remembers the way and she skirts around everyone and everything until she makes it to the entrance of the corridor. Her heart nearly drops.

The hallway is barely lit, with damaged lights flickering and wires hanging loose from the ceiling. She can't even see into the room at the end, though she does notice that the door is still open. Amelia only barks a quick command at Spock to get more help before she takes off running, ducking below the wires and jumping over the ceiling panels that now litter the floor.

As if on cue, the emergency lights provide a white glow in the damaged hallway and supply room. She knows that the room isn't very big, but it's filled with shelves and those shelves are filled with glass and metal and sharp instruments. Carefully, Amelia stretches over a mess of metal rods that are spilled in front of the doorway. She takes horrifying notice of all the toppled shelves and pieces of shattered glass. It's a difficult task to maneuver past all of them.

She begins with calling out his name, much like she did while paging down to the sickbay in the first place. There isn't any response, and it places a sickening feeling in her stomach. She keeps yelling even though her voice is breaking. Then she's getting on all fours, ignoring the debris, and crawling to look beneath all of the fallen shelves. She's calling and crawling and looking and beginning to hope that he isn't in here after all.

And then she sees him.

The only thing keeping the shelf from crushing down on him is the fact that it landed against another row of shelving. There is glass and metal around him and she can see that there's a bloody gash on his forehead. He's sort of trapped, but not really, because that shelf is barely supporting the other unit and a little more movement will send it down to crush her beloved doctor.

Amelia isn't too far away, but she isn't close either. She would have to crawl beneath the same teetering shelving unit to get to him, and she just knows that everyone onboard would disapprove of her doing something so risky. Even Bones would, if he had any say in the matter.

"Bones!" she calls out again and again and again. But he must be unconscious. She knows his heart is still beating. He just has that pesky head injury keeping him in the dark for the time being.

The shelves lurch and metal creaks and Amelia's heart rate spikes yet again. And then she's crawling furiously, slinking beneath the metal shelving and inching towards Bones. She ignores the glass digging into her palms because now she's so close and she can get him and pull him out and they'll both be okay.

The first thing she checks for is a pulse and luckily there is one, beating noticeably in his neck. The metal groans again and she panics for them both. Amelia grabs tightly onto his hand and just drags him forward, knowing that superficial scrapes will be much nicer to deal with than crushed bones.

There is a brief moment of terror when the metal creaks even louder, dropping to forcefully slam against her spine so that she yelps. She fears that this is the end for them both because she'll never make it in time and the heavy shelves will smash both of them before she has a chance to say anything about it. She only wishes that Bones could be conscious so that she could talk to him one last time.

Then the fear, along with the pressure, is gone. There is no more metal against her spine and no more shelving units looming dangerously over them. Amelia turns her head enough to see that Spock is there like he always is, using his greater than average strength to completely lift the unit up and away from his Captain and Chief Medical Officer. Two red shirted security crew members rush forward, each of them grabbing either Bones or Amelia and pulling them out of the supply room.

The metal shelf comes down with a crash as Spock lets it fall and runs to kneel beside his friends. Amelia gives the guard a brief thanks before moving out of his grasp to inspect Bones. His eyes are still closed but she can see them moving a little and then they're opening to face the damaged ceiling.

His view is soon replaced with Amelia's tear-streaked face as she leans directly over him. She manages to smile through a sob when he utters her name and she helps him to lean up against the nearby wall. He says his head hurts but it's nothing he can't handle and he quickly moves on to questioning the Captain about her own bleeding temple and the weird angle of her wrist.

Amelia doesn't say anything. She only wraps her arms around his midsection and hugs him, burying her face into the crook of his neck.

Her shift gets to end earlier than usual that night. Spock sends her away to rest, insisting that she deserves a few extra hours to fully recover from the day's events. She accepts without hesitation, and finds herself in her shared bedroom with Bones at about 21 hundred hours.

McCoy is already there, resting on the bed. After determining that his injuries were actually minimal, he was released to rest in his room. He protested a bit more than Amelia did, feeling that it was his duty as CMO to deal with all of his injured crew mates. Despite a valiant effort, he was escorted into the room by Spock himself.

He's lying with his face towards the ceiling when Amelia enters. Of course he's not asleep, and he sits up as soon as she steps into view. She can see the white gauze sticking out from beneath his hairline where a fellow doctor patched up his head. Bones is giving her a certain look. She returns the expression, though there are new tears forming in her eyes yet again.

There is fear. It's still there, wrapped around her heart as she sets her eyes on him and imagines all of the things that could've gone wrong. That could've taken him away from her forever. She doesn't have the brainpower to process all of that though, so she decides to kick off her boots and climb onto the bed so that they're situated side by side.

They both lean against the headboard with shoulders touching and fingers intertwined. Her head is on his shoulder and they talk for a little while in soft voices. Eventually they turn out the lights and lay down flat against the mattress to try and get some sleep. Amelia's fingers clutch the fabric of McCoy's blue shirt and he wraps an arm around her to tug her even closer.

There is still fear. But in his arms, she doesn't quite feel it much at all.

So that one was more dramatic, obviously.

Please review with your prompts!

xo, liz