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notabricklayerWith the members of the away team back up to full health, and his own 'miraculous' recovery put down to the stronger dose of the medication, life on board ship settles into a familiar routine. During the day he deals with the minor injuries that crop up, works on his experiments, talks to the crewmembers who have problems dealing with shipboard life. Dinner is taken either in one of the recreation rooms, or in the Captain's quarters, as Kirk sees fit. Assuming he doesn't have any patients to care for, he stays with the Captain in the evening, joining Kirk and Spock as they tour the ship, making sure everything was squared away at the end of the day.
The end of the day is the worst, facing an empty bunk, knowing (hoping, he hasn't tried it yet) that the bar (Olya) is only a thought away. But if he doesn't stick with it, not just escaping every time he thinks of it, he'll lose his life here. So he doesn't give in to temptation, and stays in the routine.
With the routine, old problems return as well - including the problem of a ship captained by one of the most charismatic men in the galaxy. Usually when crewmembers are transferred to the Enterprise, they've served long enough to be deeply professional and keep their personal opinions of the command crew to themselves.
Some people just don't learn that.
On his psychiatric team is a very lovely young lady, Dr. Helen Noel. A very intelligent, driven... and somewhat obsessed young lady. He's always warning Kirk that his personal attitude with the crew is going to get him in trouble one of these days, but that is a losing battle. Just a few weeks prior, at the science lab's Christmas party, a tipsy Dr. Noel fell into the Captain's arms, much to her delight and his discomfort. The Captain was good enough to see her back to her quarters so she wouldn't pass out under a table or in a corridor somewhere... but she'd become focused on that event, even if nothing had actually happened.
The captain, wisely (for once) kept his distance from Dr. Noel studiously, hoping distance and time would bring her to her senses. Bones wasn't quite so hopeful.
A week after his return, just a few days out from the Tantalus V penal colony they're bringing supplies too, McCoy is hip deep in paperwork. He has started the quarterly physical exams of the crew, starting in Engineering. He doesn't even hear someone come up behind him until there are hands on his shoulders, small delicate hands that he doesn't immediately recognize. He turns, startled.
Well.
Isn't that a low-cut dress?
"You've been working too hard, Leonard." A few months ago, he would have been severely tempted, though he already knows where this is going. It isn't the first time someone who is after the captain has turned their attentions on him, hoping to get closer to their goal by association.
"Go to bed, Dr. Noel." He sighs, the sternness of his expression forbidding any further attempts on her part. He's going to have to bring this to Kirk's attention. It's just too damn bad - she is a very good psychiatrist, actually.
The end of the day is the worst, facing an empty bunk, knowing (hoping, he hasn't tried it yet) that the bar (Olya) is only a thought away. But if he doesn't stick with it, not just escaping every time he thinks of it, he'll lose his life here. So he doesn't give in to temptation, and stays in the routine.
With the routine, old problems return as well - including the problem of a ship captained by one of the most charismatic men in the galaxy. Usually when crewmembers are transferred to the Enterprise, they've served long enough to be deeply professional and keep their personal opinions of the command crew to themselves.
Some people just don't learn that.
On his psychiatric team is a very lovely young lady, Dr. Helen Noel. A very intelligent, driven... and somewhat obsessed young lady. He's always warning Kirk that his personal attitude with the crew is going to get him in trouble one of these days, but that is a losing battle. Just a few weeks prior, at the science lab's Christmas party, a tipsy Dr. Noel fell into the Captain's arms, much to her delight and his discomfort. The Captain was good enough to see her back to her quarters so she wouldn't pass out under a table or in a corridor somewhere... but she'd become focused on that event, even if nothing had actually happened.
The captain, wisely (for once) kept his distance from Dr. Noel studiously, hoping distance and time would bring her to her senses. Bones wasn't quite so hopeful.
A week after his return, just a few days out from the Tantalus V penal colony they're bringing supplies too, McCoy is hip deep in paperwork. He has started the quarterly physical exams of the crew, starting in Engineering. He doesn't even hear someone come up behind him until there are hands on his shoulders, small delicate hands that he doesn't immediately recognize. He turns, startled.
Well.
Isn't that a low-cut dress?
"You've been working too hard, Leonard." A few months ago, he would have been severely tempted, though he already knows where this is going. It isn't the first time someone who is after the captain has turned their attentions on him, hoping to get closer to their goal by association.
"Go to bed, Dr. Noel." He sighs, the sternness of his expression forbidding any further attempts on her part. He's going to have to bring this to Kirk's attention. It's just too damn bad - she is a very good psychiatrist, actually.
