InsaneJournal

Who: Remy and McCoy
What: Meeting up at work
When: March 6
Where: Irvine General
Rating: Low
Status: Complete



Being late to work once, that was a mistake. Twice? That was a problem. Especially considering she’d had this job less than a month. Probably why she was hiding out in a break room, trying to avoid her boss.

McCoy came into the break room, avoiding a crazy patient that was following him around. He rushed in and closed the door behind himself, peering through the little window in the door. Then he ducked to the side, hiding from view, as a patient’s face came up to the glass and glanced around.

Remy raised an eyebrow, eying the face in the window over the top of her cup as she sipped her coffee. Someone must be in trouble. And really she had no intent of saving him. Nope. She was going to stand back and enjoy the show.

Hopefully McCoy was far enough out of the way that the patient wouldn’t come in looking for him. The woman, looking a little bug-eyed and frantic, turned to head off down the hallway without stepping into the staff break room.

McCoy, still hiding around the bend just a bit, sighed and leaned back against the counter. He hadn’t noticed there was anyone else in the room yet.

From her perch propped against the wall opposite the door, Remy shifted her attention to the man now leaning on the counter.

“What was that about?”

“I have this crazy patient. She’s got a crush on me, and I don’t know how to get rid of her.” McCoy said, sounding a little flustered at the whole thing. He hated to be rude. At least, on purpose.

“I’m guessing you already tried transferring her care to someone else?”

“I’ve tried. She won’t have it. She insulted the last doctor I tried to pawn her off on.” McCoy said with a little sigh.

“Ouch.”

Crazy patients. She had dealt with a few of those in her time. And still, she couldn’t help but find his predicament entertaining. “I think this one’s beyond my help.”

“Yeah, I think it’s beyond everyone’s help. I’ll just have to discharge her and possibly get a restraining order.” He said. It was hard to tell if he was kidding or not. Even for him.

"That bad, huh?"

“I dunno. Maybe if she doesn’t see me for a couple of days, then gets discharged, maybe she’ll forget about it.” He stood up a little straighter and tugged his jacket to remove the wrinkles. “Why are you hiding in here?”

“Second time this month I’ve been more than a few minutes late. I’d really like to keep my job. And avoid the lecture.”

“Ah, I see. Then I’ll just give a stern look and you can assume it means everything that you’ve heard before.” He gave her a playfully stern look, then chuckled. “Honestly, I don’t care. As long as you don’t make me late for surgery.”

She made a face, turning her attention to her coffee. "Not the first impression I wanted to make. I haven't been sleeping well."

Well, it was mostly the truth.

“I’m sorry to hear it.” McCoy moved to sit at the table, finally taking a load off. He’d been in surgery, visiting patients and avoiding that whack job all morning. This was the first chance he’d had to sit. “Bad dreams?”

It took a while for her to answer, probably more telling than she would have liked. But finally, she nodded. “Something like that.”

“It’s going around,” McCoy said, softly. “If you’re on Valarnet you can read all sorts of things about people having strange dreams in the county.”

“I’ve heard about that. Can’t say I’ve ever dreamed I’m something different.” There seemed to be a lot of talk about ponies... “But hey, I guess there are worse things.”

“Oh, in my dreams I’m still a doctor. We’re just... on a space ship.” It sounded so ridiculous to say it out loud. But he’d been up on the Enterprise, and it was absolutely not ridiculous from up there.

That earned an eyebrow raise. “A space ship?”

“The USS Enterprise, to be precise.” McCoy said, leaning back a little in his chair. Now he was staring at the coffee machine against the opposite wall and wondering if he should pour himself a cup. “Chief Medical Officer Leonard McCoy. But Jim calls me Bones.”

“Jim?”

“Jim Kirk. Ship’s captain and my best friend.” McCoy explained. “He’s in this world and in the dreams.”

She’d heard of shared hallucinations, rare as they might be. But shared dreams? “I think maybe I’m good with not having weird dreams.”

“Yeah, I would be, too, if I was you.” But then again, she hadn’t seen the Earth from space. He would have felt the same way if he was her. He pulled himself up from his chair and crossed the room to pour himself a cup of coffee.

“But I feel so left out.” She’s joking. Really.

Another chuckle escaped him as he poured his coffee. “I’m sure there are drugs you can take to give yourself some pretty fantastic dreams. Though, I’m not sure how many of them are legal.” He was kidding. Mostly.

“Surprisingly few. You’d think there would more of a market for that, right?”

“We should invent some. We’d make a million dollars, I’m sure.” McCoy grinned, turning around with his now-full cup.

“Which we wouldn’t see for a decade. The illegal market. Now, that’s the way to do.” She smiled, moving to sit. “If you don’t mind the prison sentence.”

“Ahhh, well. It’s only a prison sentence if you get caught.”

“How good are our chances?”

“Eh, I’d say fifty fifty.” McCoy said, smirking a little. “It’d be our first tandem crime, so... that gives us an advantage. I’m not much of a criminal, so I’d likely be the one to get us caught.”

“Damn. Good help is so hard to find these days.” She’s had more experience in that department than she’d ever admit. Though, in fairness she would have been out of a job, if she didn’t get used to the breaking and entering.

McCoy chuckled. “Well, maybe we’ll have to make our millions another way.” He said, giving a gentle shrug of his shoulders.

She grinned, shaking her head. “I’m open to suggestions.”

“I’ll think on it.” McCoy said. He nudged the side of his nose, playfully, and headed to the door of the break room. “...hopefully it’s safe to head out out there.” He added, glancing through the little window. His stalker patient was nowhere in sight.

“Let me know what you come up with. I think I’ll just be...hanging out here for a while.”

“I will. And if you ever need another place to hide, you know where my office is.” He turned around, gave her a salute while he pushed the door open with his backside, then let himself out.