Christine Chapel likes pointy ears! (nurse_chapel) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-05-18 01:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, christine chapel, james kirk, leonard mccoy |
"Oh my god. You killed somebody didn't you?"
Who: Jim Kirk, Leonard McCoy, Christine Chapel
What: Breakfast mooching. Talking to the King of the Lab about lab access, to start working on a pheromone suppression shot.
When: Today-ish!
Where: McCoy's place
Rating: PG13 for language
Status: Complete!
Jim had rounded up Christine and then headed to McCoy's. The car ride had been dead silent. Dead. Silent. But there was a mutual agreement that transcended grudges. Hopefully.
Sure, the agreement being that they never ever spoke of what transpired before, between them, and he never ever said that she had wedding plans three seconds after orgasm. Even if she had, at that time. But she's smarter now than she was then, literally by lightyears. Dead. Silent. Car ride.
Jim parked, and got out. He'd been wondering if sleeping with the crew Janice had been a good idea.
McCoy was inside, scrambling eggs and slowly adding various crap into them, totally unaware of what was going down. Janice wasn't part of his crew and is nowhere nearby and is quietly at home minding her own business. Kthanx. gladwegotthisanulled.
Christine got out of the car and sighed a little, like it was probably not going to be the easiest of conversations....wait a minute... "Someone's cooking eggs." The sense of food was strong in this one.
Jim was unaware the annulment hadn't gone through, and was relieved that he thought it had! He sniffed, "Hey. They smell good too. Shall we mooch?"
"After you," she said, eyedarting like she so did not just announce that outloud. She was following Kirk's lead, due to being just a little nervous about any bombshells they might be about to drop. "I did skip breakfast today...so what do you think?"
Mooching. McCoy. You about to has it.
"Excellent." He knocked!
"One sec!" McCoy called, turning down the burner and going to get the door. "Oh Jeez. Jim...And Christine. Is something wrong that you're here together? Not that I'm not glad to see you." he added. "But....well..unusual and all."
"Surprise?" Christine said with a big smile, trying to remain pleasant. While standing next to someone she'd like to kick.
"We're hungry. We were hoping you'd feed us." Jim gave him a big grin.
She nodded along and pointed at Kirk like 'what he said!' Unsuspiciously! For no one must ever learn of their potentially terrible mistake that eventually resulted in cuddles and telling the world that it could screw itself.
"I can do that." McCoy agreed, shrugging as he waved them in. "But really, what's the actual reason?" he asked, already going back into the kitchen to snag more plates and throw some extra eggs in.
Jim walked in, arms up in the air in triumph. He took a seat at the table, "Oh. nothing much."
Christine elbowed Kirk very lightly on the back of the head as she made her way around the table. She had to make sure in a light and airy unaffected sort of way, if he wanted any help cooking. "Did you want any help with that, or are you the king of the kitchen too?"
"That'd be nice actually." McCoy did have an apron proclaiming that in fact, but he didn't actually wear it. Gag gift in the holiday gift exchange at work one year. "Would you mind getting some toast going?"
Jim snerked, "You two are cute. That's a horrible mental image, but cute."
"Toast? I can do." Christine wasn't total fail in the kitchen at least, but there were certain things boiling rice that were best left to professionals or kitchen appliances. Fortunately, she was the queen of the toasters! In went the bread and she slammed her finger down on the lever a little harder than necessary and held it there, like she was squashing it out of existence. While smiling. Sunshinely.
"It's what friends are for," she said with the sort of sweetness that could force choke baby animals to death.
And she was pretty sure that all the world's baby animal supply currently resided somewhere in Jim Kirk's throat, which is where she was looking when she smiled at him. <3
Wow, that was a lot of hatred, "Bones. Is there any way we can get access to some of your equipment?"
But the hate was covered up by sunshine and smiles! Christine took her finger off the toaster lever and looked at Leonard, waiting to see if he asked why. He was going to ask why. She was sure he would. Oh sweet bejesus.
"...Equipment as in lab stuff?" McCoy asked, not totally following this. "Uh probably but I'd want to know why you. Oh my god. You killed somebody didn't you?" he asked. "And you need to make sure it was an accident."
"No! Why would we kill someone?" she asked, shaking her head and then jumping a mile when the toaster popped up. Which didn't help that protestation at all, appearance-wise.
"What? No!" Jim started laughing, "If I wanted it to look like an accident, I'd call Scotty."
McCoy snorted at that, then nodded. "Well, I did say accident." he told Christine, apologetically. "So. What IS the reason then? Need to analyze something weird like that dog that found Scotty?"
"We were thinking we needed to analyze Gaila, and if necessary develop a pheromone suppressant."
"Um...the green, Leo," Christine said in a softened tone of voice, while buttering toast. She was, for once, trying to back up what Kirk just said. "If you noticed it."
Then she started to whistle even more softly while toast butterin'. Mmhm.
"To analyze..." McCoy slowly blinked, and then he nodded. "What'd be really helpful there is if there's any DNA left before the greening." he said. "I don't know, I'm not saying she keeps that around or we should go through their trash but" Shrug. "It would've been a help."
"I somehow doubt it," Jim replied, sighing. He glanced at Christine, thinking that Bones hadn't remembered very much, yet.
"Oh, shoot, that's a good point," Christine said with a nod of her head. She did glance over at Kirk like no way was she going to mention space women who were green to Leo, if he didn't seem to register a click with it being familiar. That would be up to captain crazy pants! "It wouldn't hurt to ask, but...you're right, it might be too late for that."
Of course, she doesn't know he's really the captain yet, just the crazy pants with balloon hands from sickbay. Whoops!
Jim leaned forward, "See, we think there might be some issues. Her pheromones can be..dangerous."
"They're getting that out of control?" McCoy's eyes widened. "Is THAT why we got kicked outta Vegas then?" He frowned a little as he went to dish out the eggs.
"Oh no, it's not that..um...maybe. Possibly," Christine was saying. "But it's that they can be a bit mind controlling. When men are involved. Men who are in close quarters with her. For long periods of time." Hint hint. Buttering more toast now.
"I don't think so." Jim sniffed, that food was smelling very, very good, "Not yet. But it's a concern. a major one."
"She did have a little bit of a 'marking her territory' altercation that night, though," she said, like she was reminding Kirk of that, but without being a nag about it.
"That, yeah, sounds like a problem." McCoy admitted, shaking his head. "I mean we don't want...I can imagine what that'd do to people in theory."
Christine eyedarted because she knew what it could do, but she was still a little reluctant to say so, in great detail. For fear that it might blow up Leonard's brain and send it leaking out of his ears, like in one of those rants he's so good at giving.
Jim laughed, "I've known plenty of women who mark their territory. That's not an indication of anything."
"She apparently kept going with a concussion and a split on her forehead that required about two stitches." Christine shrugged a little, like maybe that was normal for some women. She wasn't one of those women. Just sayin'!
"Sounds like one of my exes."
"Jesus." McCoy shook his head. "too much information there, Jim." he added. "yeah, I'd say control's a good idea for that."
Jim grinned at them, "So do you think we can mix up a cocktail to temper her if we have to?"
Christine had already started eating the toast, because she was looking expectantly at Leonard. And when she was nervous or worried, she ate food. Seemed like they wasn't any Ben & Jerry's right now, too.
"I can give it a shot." McCoy eyedarted. "Thing is, Jim, I'm a pathologist, not a pharmacist or chemist. I'm not sure anything I come up with'll do it, but I'll for sure give that a shot."
"I can try to help," Christine said, because maybe then she could sneakily imply a few things without giving away anything he might find weird or dream-related. "After work. If that's okay with you and if I can get clearance to be there, maybe?"
"Easy." McCoy nodded. "I can get you a pass and I'm betting that wouldn't take much." He was, after all, kind of the highest ranking doctor in the place, so nobody would bitch to their boss about it.
"All right, sounds good. I can start tomorrow. Tomorrow good? Tomorrow seems fine with me." If they were lucky, there might be some toast left over for them, too.
"I trust you both," Jim replied, with all the command presence he could muster. "This is as much for her sake as ours."
"Definitely." McCoy agreed. "I can't imagine that kind of thing would be...well it'd be hell to live with. I'll get started soon as I can. Uh I'm gonna need to get a sample from her." Pause. "Presuming she knows about this."
"Of course, we wouldn't sneak a sample." Jim replied, managing not to eyedart.
Christine began to look like she was going to start whistling a tune of sheer innocence but couldn't thanks to toast crumbs preventing the action from taking place. Instead, a few little crumbly bits went flying out of her mouth as she studied the toaster.
"Mmmhmm." McCoy said dryly. "I'm just gonna hope that getting this to her doesn't go on the same way. I mean that'd be almost impossible."
"It'd be impossible for men, that's for sure," she said very helpfully, while popping whatever was left of the bread, into the toaster. She was also avoiding looking at Leo because, hey, that seemed like the normal thing to do.
"Thats what Janice is for. She'll handle that part." Because he trusted her. More than he was willing to let on!
"Mmhmm." McCoy rolled his eyes. "So what aren't you saying...Oh Janice." He suspected she probably COULD handle it. "That's a little outside the realm of ethics you know."
"I'm hoping it won't be necessary."
Christine nearly blurted out something about maybe finding a Vulcan to do that but she wasn't supposed to be sounding crazy with crazy talk, so she refrained. "Maybe but, I think it's for a greater good. You know, the needs of the many..." She rolled her eyes and laughed a little too lightly. Oh Christine. You fail at espionage.
"There's that but I've got an oath." McCoy reminded them. "Hell, Christine, you probably do too. We're gonna have to find a way around the oaths..." He eyedarted. "Think it can be done?"
"I'm sure she'll be willing to listen to reason! She doesn't want to hurt Scotty." Jim got a plate for the eggs, "She'll want to make sure of that."
"We're golden then." McCoy added some forks and started trying to find the napkins. He'd put them SOMEWHERE.
"I think that...what he said," Christine pointed over toward Jim with a butterknife in her hand. "She'd realize that. And because, really, Leo...do you want your internet love of your life to suffer? Hi, I don't think so...but...what're you looking for?"
"Napkins." McCoy explained. "I thought they were under something. But you're right. Can't let that happen to either of them. That's even worse."
Was he looking for silverware? She began handing him some like they were medical instruments, one after the other, out of the drawer. "Oh, these. Here." And napkins, handed over too. She smiled at him, like there! Easy peasy. "You want some hand sanitizer too?"
Jim watched them, leaning on his hands, "So whens the wedding."
She pointed down where she'd parked the butter by the napkins, thus obscuring them from view. With the butterknife. And then she finished buttering the capstone of the toast tower. Of course, when she realized what Kirk said, the knife just about flew out of her hand, instead of ending up in the sink. And the toast tower nearly toppled.
"Awesome." McCoy grinned at her. "You're..." He stopped talking at once, and just gaped at Jim for a while. "Jesus." he said instead.
"Friends don't get married, you dumb butt," she said, with an eyetwitch. "Don't you start with that, mister love 'em an' leave 'em." Hmph! DOWN went one piece of toast on Kirk's plate with enough force that it cracked in two pieces.
Jim snorted, "You two are acting like an old married couple already. You didn't even notice your hands brushing together?"
"No, let's see if you notice this, though." Christine daintily picked up a piece of toast, held it like it was made of lace over Kirk's head, and began to crumble it with angry fingers, so it fell like dirty brown snowflakes on top of his head. That done, she smiled primly at him, and sat down.
"Oh dear god, not another food fight." McCoy warned, though he did snicker. "Looks like you deserve it Jim. And really, marriage?" he shuddered. "Nobody's that cruel here."
Jim gave her the poutiest pout, "That wasn't fair, what did that toast ever do to you?"
"Wow these eggs look delicious," she said, all sunshine and not-putting-up-with-no-poo-today. "What did it do? You of all people should know that m-word is a bad word. I'm surprised y'all didn't incinerate merely saying it."
"Life lesson, Jimmy." McCoy said, as he started serving. "You do or say bad things, and the poor innocent toast suffers. you want that on your conscience?"
"You're directly responsible for the slaughter of perfectly good toast. Not only is it on your conscience, but now you're wearing it as a reminder." She looked around. "Shoot. Is there coffee too? I'll pour if there is."
"No, of course not. The toast still didn't deserve that!"
"Sure did," was all Christine said, like there was no arguing with Nurse Chapel.
"One sec." McCoy stepped around to the pot he'd had going, then dragged it over. "Hope it's not too strong this time. I'm never sure with normal people."
"If they could put it in an i.v. and I could gun it that way? Trust me, I would," she assured him, like anything in the morning with a line of patients? If it resembled coffee, even vaguely, it was all good.
Jim shook his head, "You both are insane."
"Well, we aim to do our best."
Jim laughed, "I know you do, Bones."
"Have to. There's all sorts of weird germs and people and dead people to tend to. Though the dead people don't take that much tending to, since...huh....at least they don't complain." She smiled at McCoy like there was THAT to be thankful for? And he didn't get snotted or puked on.
That was true, he didn't. "I like the no talking." he agreed. 'Probably my favorite part."
"Nothing better than an agreeable patient." She took a sip of the coffee and nodded like it was good by her! Then again, he could've poured tar in her cup and she would drink it. The sipping also kept her from mentioning having to deal with patients who had tentacles or antennas.
"Can we go look at dead bodies?"
"Uh....sure." McCoy could get them in for that. He's done that kind of thing before for wayward teenagers and shit.
"Oh goodie, a field trip," Christine said, but she also had to point out something before they got ahead of themselves. "We're going to have to get a Gaila sample. Who's the volunteer who's going to ask Scotty that?"
And Christine was staring right at Kirk when she asked.
Jim took out his phone, and called Scotty!
Sorry. Your chief engineer is busy with a very important project. Please leave a message at the beep and he'll get back to you before the warp cores go offline and you end up in a death spiral into a planet with a huge gravity pull.
Jim kept trying! "He might be getting a Gaila sample right now."
Christine just ate her eggs, eyedarting a little bit. Mmm, eggs.
McCoy snorted his coffee halfway across the table.
Jim looked between them, and hung up, "Want to pay them a visit?"
"Hell, maybe we can GET the sample without even being noticed." McCoy snickered.
"If they're that caught up in something, then sure, why not. Can I finish my eggs first?" Oh Christine. Sometimes, you have no shame. With foods, too.
"Scotty is busy getting into Gaila's eggs," Jim quipped.
"You're disgusting," said Christine, who didn't pause at all while eating her eggs, and was looking thoughtful about stuff.
~fin~