Dr. Leonard H. McCoy (damnit_jim) wrote in wheretheboldgo, @ 2011-03-19 02:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | christine c. chapel, leonard h. mccoy |
Who: Leonard McCoy and Christine Chapel
When: 2259.077 [03/18/2259] -- sometime during beta shift (backdated by a day)
Where: U.S.S. Enterprise → Deck 6, Room 21: Christine Chapel's quarters
What: McCoy gets the lowdown on the away mission and decides to prescribe his Head Nurse an age-old remedy: bourbon.
Rating: PG-13 maybe?
A bottle of his best bourbon in hand (he'd been saving this one for his birthday), Leonard McCoy found himself outside his Head Nurse's quarters. There were things a person should never have to experience in their lives. Things like being second to your partner's work, like finding your significant other in the arms of another, like having to kill the insane android version of your ex-fiance. (Okay, so that last one was new but the point remained.)
And it wasn't just that he felt for Christine, though he definitely did-- it was more than that. Leonard had been in his own failed relationship; he'd made mistakes, hurt and been hurt. He knew there was nothing he could say or do to make things better. But still. Offering an escape for a few hours, unhealthy thought it may be? That was probably the only thing she wanted right then and he actually could help with that.
So. Here he stood, chiming at her door. McCoy chimed once, twice, three times before finally calling out: "Chapel?" He gave the door two hard knocks for good measure. "Chapel, you in there?" The computer had said she was but Lord knew he didn't trust that damn thing. He banged on the door a few more times. (And, if she didn't let him in, well, he could always let himself in. Not that he was going to force his company on her. Just-- solidarity and all that.)
Besides, someone had to drink this bourbon and if he did it alone on his birthday now, it just wouldn't feel right. So, one way or the other, she was getting the damn bottle.