Disclaimer: Star Trek does not nor will ever belong to me. I only own Sonja Laxely.
A/N: Thank you guest reviewers for leaving your input and to everyone who is paying this story attention! I still feel a bit rusty at writing-maybe I really have banged my head a few times too many at work-but I hope you're still able to enjoy. :)
The First Time
She Lost Control: Part I
He didn't stop her.
Only watched as she leapt forward, grabbed the woman by the collar of her shirt and threw her to the ground. He watched as she straddled the mouthy citizen, pulled her face up close so that the hatred burning in her eyes could scorch the woman's very soul.
"Run that by me again, bitch." She growled, the decibel of her voice barely contained below that of a tempered lion's.
McCoy moved beside him as if to step forward and intervene, but stopped and glanced sideways at Jim.
'Aren't you going to do anything?' he seemed to be asking.
Had he been in a lighter mood, he would have laughed at his friend. What did the doctor expect him to do? Forcibly hold her back and risk suffering physical pain himself?
No.
This was her fight. From past experience, he knew the last thing he would have wanted-had it been his own- was for someone on the outside to step in.