Yes I did take it easy on Bones in the last chapter, but to be honest I am ready to get everyone off of this rock and back on to the Enterprise. So now that all the character introduction crap is over we can get to the good stuff. ;)

This is the last chapter, but if you like what you've read I'm continuing it on with a sequel story called Star Tracer. Here's hoping I can keep the muses going! (Reviews help. )

Chapter 11

---Bones---

"You should have seen his face! He was all like…" Jim waved his arms animatedly as he reenacted his epic battle to Chekov and Scotty.

"He totally cried like a baby!" The story became more and more outrageous each time he told it, but I wasn't about to call him on it.

It had been a couple of days since we had left Terran, and our new "recruits" had settled into their new accommodations, though not without a fuss.

Honestly, it annoyed me to no end that they were here. After spending a whole week in that God forsaken place they considered a prison they were practically living the high life in the brig- it had better accommodations than almost the entire Complex combined.

Jim must have felt the same way because he went out of his way to make sure they were not done any favors as far as food went. In fact I'm pretty sure he managed to special order some Terran Swamp Beetles to celebrate their first meal. The memory of the gooey mushed up beetles made my stomach turn uncomfortably.

"I wouldn't want them to get homesick," was his only reply when I asked.

As for the rest of us, after some rest, a binge eating festival of 'real' food, and a few (maybe 10) precautionary inoculations Jim, Scotty, and I were on our way back to good health.

My other patient, on the other hand, was not doing quite so well. She has been in and out of consciousness since I brought her to Sick bay, in a matter of speaking. Truly she only wakes up for short periods of time, and then she is incoherent at best.

I suppose it's for the best. After several hours of grueling work mending bones and seaming up lacerations all she could really do is rest.

"… and I totally knocked him on his ass!"

BAM!

Startled, I was awakened from my thoughts by the sound of Jim slamming his fist down onto the table punctuated by the clatter of dishes. He was still so heatedly absorbed in his tale, a Cheshire grin smeared across his face, that he was hardly aware that his actions had upset the soup in my bowl right on to my uniform.

Yep. Everything is back to normal.

I frowned, wiping at the mess with a napkin, "And on that note… I'm headed back to work."

Politely bowing out of the conversation I headed back to Sick bay. On my way in I briskly ignored a nurse in favor of changing first; striding right past her I disregarded her plea of "Dr. McCoy" and headed straight for my office.

Fortunately for my dignity I kept a spare uniform in my office, so I had no need to return to my quarters to change. After a quick swap into the unsoiled top I answered the knock at my door.

"Yes?"

"Dr. McCoy, the patient is awake, and she's very distressed."

"Distressed?"

As I followed the nurse to her room I heard quite a commotion. In fact, I'm not sure how I missed the racket before; I could hear loud, rather creative curses, in multiple languages even, coming from room I had placed her in.

I laughed out loud at the spectacle presented to me when I reached the room, and I propped myself against the doorway for a moment to watch the scene unfold.

She's going to be just fine.

She was facing mostly away from me as she stood on top of the bed brandishing a food tray in one hand as a weapon. Her hair was tussled and flew around her wildly; her eyes darted around uncertainly at her surroundings as she tried to lash out with her makeshift weapon.

Her movements were severely limited, however, by the nurses clinging to her; two of them clinging to her legs and another trying to still her arms.

Deciding the nurses had suffered enough I decided to intervene.

I grabbed the wrist of her free hand and used my other hand to still the tray. She tensed and went completely still as she met my eyes.

"Easy now," I said to her with a smirk. Nodding towards the tray I chuckled, "you might take off somebody's nose with that thing."

She closed her eyes for a moment and I watched her visibly try to control her breathing. While she composed herself I plucked the tray from her hand and set it on a nearby table.

"You know, it's generally a good idea not to anger the nurses."

She took a moment to glare down at me at my remark. Briefly wetting her lips she managed to gasp out, "Where am I?"

"You are currently in a hospital room in the Sick bay of the U.S.S. Enterprise… standing on top of the bed." I stared up at her in amusement.

She smiled weakly at me. "Sorry, I don't know what came over me." She accepted my outstretched hands as I helped her to sit on the bed.

"Everything is just so different here," she explained as she took the time to fully examine her surroundings.

"Don't worry. I'm not about to let you live it down."

She slapped my chest lightly, "Jerk!"

I walked across the room and grabbed a tricorder and held it up for her inspection. "While I'm pretty sure you're fine… humor me."

"How did I get here?"

I grabbed the PADD off of the table by her bed and transferred the tricorder data to her record.

Shrugging in response to her question I explained, "We came back. After all the trouble Sylar caused there was no way Jim was going to run away."

"How do you feel?" I asked.

"Tired… and I ache all over."

"Well it probably didn't help that you decided to play Joan of Arc first thing, but everything checks out. As for the pain…" I pulled out a hypo spray.

"Ouch!" She frowned and rubbed at her neck. "Ye-ah. That helped a lot."

Adding some more to her chart I noted the name at the top- Keys. I still didn't know her real name, but after all she had been through lately I didn't want to pester her about it just yet.

You're going soft, Bones.

I scowled at my train of thought. "You're doing fine, but you could really use more rest. Just a moment," I stood up and passed her the PADD.

"Hold on to this for me."

I walked into my office and contacted Jim. "Do we have somewhere to keep her?"

"Yeah. I had a room fixed up for her. Ask Scotty; he's been helping get it ready. I'd come myself, but I've got, you know, captain things."

"You're with a girl aren't you?" I deadpanned.

"Ah… yeah."

"Fine. I'll ask Scotty to come."

After finishing the arrangements I headed back to the hospital room. She was fiddling with the PADD, but looked up as I came in.

"Hey." She smiled softly at me.

"Hey! I managed to get you a room." Scotty came in at that point. "Impeccable timing, Mr. Scott."

"Now, Scotty here is going to take you to your quarters and I want you to rest for the rest of the day. Overdo it and I'll sedate you like I should have done earlier."

"I understand." She offered the PADD back to me and slid off the bed.

"Come on, Lassie. You heard the doctor." Scotty winked at her and guided her out of the room.

Heading back into my office I dropped down in my chair. Typing a few last minute notes I was prepared to save her file to the database and call it a day when I noticed it…

Earlier when she had been typing on the pad she had erased 'Keys' from the patients name line.

I read it with a smile and put the PADD away.

"Kira Marie Watson"

The End!

Thanks for reading my story! I'm so proud. This is the first story I have ever completed! If you've liked what you read then please look forward to the sequel "Star Tracer." I promise lots more fluff. I just needed to get the origin story out of the way.

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