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March 31st (No one POV)

Julia stuffed her bag below, secured her crutches, and buckled up. Beside her, Dr. McCoy was talking with her brother...and thankfully he hadn't seen her. He was too busy badgering Jim.

"I don't see why you had to shove," McCoy grumbled, buckling himself up, despite his past misgivings. "I would have sat down soon enough -"

"Not according to the stewardess." Jim quipped. McCoy glared at him.

"Listen here," He said, pointing a finger in Jim's face. "I'll have you know I'm a doctor. And I know a hell of a lot more about what's safe than some stewardess who probably hasn't left the atmosphere!" McCoy tossed his hands up, for emphasis. "Do you know what happens when your body's in space - actually in space, without a suit? I'll tell you - your eyes bleed, and you explode!"

"Really," Jim said slowly, putting a hand to his chin. "And here I thought people just froze up like popsicles."

"You think you know what space is like?" McCoy asked, suddenly getting defensive. Jim gave an innocent shrug. "Well. Lets see how you like it when you get Melvarian Mud Fleas."

With that, McCoy sat back in his seat and glared up at the ceiling. After a moment of quiet grumbling, he pulled out a small casket of what the twins assumed was alcohol, and took a swig.

"So, you said your sister needs a doctor?" McCoy asked, handing Jim the small container. Jim nodded, taking it from him and sipping it. He handed it back, and nodded.

"Yeah," He said, pointing to Julia, who had folded her arms and was leaning back in her seat. Her eyes were closed, and she was trying to keep her emotions centered and calm...and trying to forget about the majorly huge fight she had with Spock. So far, it wasn't working.

"Don't I know you?" McCoy said. Julia reluctantly opened one eye and glanced at McCoy. She could lie and say she didn't know him. That would save her from having to talk about Spock for a little while...probably. However, in the long run it wouldn't be much help.

"I wasn't one of your patients, if that's what you're asking,"

"It's not."

"Doctor, meet my sister, Juliana Kirk," Jim said. Julia gave a little wave, still not wanting to talk.

"Kirk, huh?" McCoy asked, scratching his chin. He saw a lot of people in his line of work, and heard a lot of names. Kirk sounded familiar...but thanks to patient confidentiality, he couldn't ask her if she was the one whose vulcan fiance had a bruised heart. Well...he could ask about the vulcan part - but she didn't seem to be in a very talkative mood. "Now why does that name sound familiar…"

"Because our father, George Kirk, is famous." Julia stated. She could feel a few the eyes of a hundred cadets turning to her. George Kirk was a legend in Star Fleet. "And he's dead."

"Unlike us," Jim said, trying to lighten the mood. He was going to have to talk to Julia later. Maybe he'd even try and get a room next to hers. "I'm Jim Kirk, by the way."

"McCoy," McCoy said, sticking out a hand to Jim. "Leonard McCoy."

"Question," Julia said, hoping to push the conversation away from her and her family. "If you're so worried about space - why sign up for Star Fleet?"

"Do I need a reason?" McCoy snapped, folding his arms and sitting back in his seat. Jim gave him a quizical look.

"She does have a point. I mean, Star Fleet operates in space."

"I know that." McCoy said, scowling. "But my ex-wife took the whole stinkin' planet! All I've got left now is my bones."

"Just yer bones…" Jim murmured, a small smile crossing his face. He had the perfect nickname for this man - Bones. Because Jim Kirk was not calling him Leonard...nothing wrong with the name Leonard, it was just...much too formal for his taste. Besides, calling McCoy, Bones would probably get on his nerves.

"That's what I said."

"Hey - can you keep it down over there," Julia said, her eyes still closed. "I'm trying to get some sleep."

"Since when did you become such a grump?" Jim asked, leaning over McCoy and poking Julia's arm. She slapped his hand away, not opening her eyes.

"None of your business."

"Fine. Be that way." Jim said, sitting back in his seat. He glanced over at Uhura. She had been watching their interaction, while at the same time pretending like she wasn't watching. "Hey - did she tell you what's wrong?"

"No," Uhura said, her voice never wavering. "And even is she had - it is her business."

"You're no help." Jim said, sighing. McCoy gave him a sympathetic look and offered him another drink. As Jim handed it back, the shuttle lurched upwards, and the muffled sound of roaring rockets could be heard.

McCoy took back his beverage shakily, squeezing the metal container tightly in one hand. He'd never been off planet before - never even been in an air plane before.

"I might throw up on you." McCoy said shakily. That gave Julia enough incentive to open her eyes. If she was going to get puked on, she wanted to see it coming so she could move her crutches.

"Try not to get any on my cast," Julia said. That was when, at last, McCoy's doctor face came on.

"Cast?" He asked, looking down at her feet. "Why the hell's a healthy girl like you got a cast on for?"

"Ask my brother." She said, looking pointedly at Jim. He gave a shrug.
"Hey - it had to be pretty banged up for me sitting on it to damage it." Jim stated. Julia rolled her eyes and moved her legs as far away from McCoy as she could.

"With today's technology, you shouldn't need a cast," Bones said. Julia shrugged.

"I had the injury treated at a local hospital."

"Ah, probably not much of the newer technology, then."

"Probably not."

"Good thing Star Fleet has advanced medical facilities - when we get there, I'll fix you up so you won't need a cast. You won't be able to do anything too strenuous with that leg for a week or two, but it's better than hauling that lump of bandages around."

"Thanks." Julia said, giving McCoy a small smile. The doctor's charm had worked once again - and somehow, someway, he'd gotten Julia feeling better. She wasn't as upset as before...and she was even feeling a little talkative. "You planning on becoming a doctor in Star Fleet?"

"Of course." McCoy said with a nod. His possible nausea was forgotten as he went into a long and detailed ramble as to why he was too old to be learning something new - and how he had spent seven years in medical school, so he might as well put those skills to use.

Hi! Wow - chapter 22. I didn't think I'd get this far with this story - I thought...maybe I'd have 15 chapters tops - but no, I have 22. I'm definitely going to have to do a sequel to this story. Anyways - I hope you liked this chapter! It's more of a filler than anything else, however the next few chapters are going to be filled with a lot more illogical emotion.

So - how do you all like the story so far? Any thoughts? And what would your thoughts be on Spock and Julia having a kid or kids? (by this I mean - do you like the idea of them having a child a year or so after they're married, or maybe three years from when they get married - when Nero attacks Vulcan?) I know for sure I want them to have a child (maybe twins) I'm just not certain when that should happen. Thank you all for the input!