Why can't this chapter shape up?!

[seren_ccd]

Trying desperately to write the next chapter of my McCoy/Chapel and the darn thing keeps changing around. I have one goal for the chapter. One thing that I want them to do, and all this other stuff keeps creeping in.

It doesn't help that we have this new bookeeper who is the quietest man in the world and is just tapping away somewhere behind my desk and it's kind of freaking me out. Which it shouldn't, but it does.

And why won't my chapter work???

*goes to make a cup of tea. will beat the chapter into submission after i have a bikkie*

PS Does anyone have any recommended novels that feature doctors and nurses? I'm open to any genre. I'd just like to see how medical jargon can be used. (Three guesses as to why I'm asking :)

Comments

[fresleyforever.livejournal.com]

Sadly, I have no books to recommend, I'm just here to support you!

Also, I really love how you said bikkie-I use that word all the time!

[seren-ccd.livejournal.com]

Aww, thank you! Your icon with the pretty boy and his bluer-than-blue eyes helps immensely.

Bikkie is on my list of my favorite British-isms. It's up there next to 'chuffed', 'cuppa' and 'shattered'.

[kasuchi]

Hmmm. Fortunately, I've come across some medical-heavy books in my time.

1. Richard Preston has some great medical thrillers. I loved The Hot Zone and my brother's got Demon in the Freezer on his shelf. You may be particularly interested in The Cobra Event.

2. Kathy Reichs, while not a ~medical doctor~ has worked with medical professionals for most of her professional career. As such, her series (the basis for Bones) has some solid science to it. Deja Dead is the first and, apparently, the best in the series.

3. Amazon is kind and has lots of lists that are relevant to your interests. :)

[seren-ccd.livejournal.com]

Oh, thank you!

I think I've got a Kathy Reichs hanging around somewhere. I'll have to dig it out. I remember buying it, but never got around to reading it.

Richard Preston sounds awesome. I'm fond of Michael Crichton's older novels (Coma, Jurassic Park) but it's been years since I read a serious medical thriller. And the Amazon list is extremely helpful. I now have a list to take to the library!

The Day Nurse Chapel Wore Red and Dr. McCoy Lost It (1)

[maskedanon.livejournal.com]

To tide you over while your chapter remains elusive and difficult I give you this because I love your story so much... Not as good as anything you write and completely unbeta'd but hopefully something in it will help you tame those wild ideas.

♥ Masked Anon

Christine Chapel knew. She always knew. Especially when it came to Dr. McCoy. She knew where he was, where he was going, what he needed, what he wanted. She knew his every move. It's why Dr. McCoy valued her so much. He'd never met a nurse that could match him so well. Even better, every little request, no matter how trivial or demeaning was met without complaint. She was quiet, effecient, really the best nurse a doctor could ever ask for. And she knew her stuff. It made Dr. McCoy feel safe and secure every time he had to go down to a planet on some trivial mission with Jim Kirk and that pointy-eared bastard that his sickbay was left in the charge of clearly capable hands.

The only thing that bothered McCoy about his Head Nurse was that she was gorgeous. Gorgeous to him at least. Others may just see her as cute or pretty. But to McCoy she was a hot, sexy, beautiful little vixen. Large, intelligent crystal blue eyes framed by dark, thick lashes. Pale, smooth skin and thick, silky, golden blonde hair. Her lips were full and bright pink. She had the perfect amount of curves for her petite frame and was nearly a head shorter than McCoy, which he didn't mind seeing as he usually got a nice view of ample cleavage when he was looking down at her. Combine all that with the standard Starfleet uniform for it's female cadets, Christine Chapel became all gorgeous, creamy long legs that led to a pert, round, shapely ass. No one had the right to look like that in front of McCoy, how was he to focus?

So, yes, McCoy would admit he was physically attracted to his head nurse. He admired her for her professional work demeanor. And he liked her sparkling, friendly personality. If he told this to anyone fingers would be pointed that he was infatuated with Christine Chapel. That he wanted to date her. That he wanted to fuck her. And when he admitted it to himself, McCoy would admit that all three of those things were very, very true.

Nothing would ever come of it, though. He was nearly ten years her senior. Sure, he got along well with all the young crew members, but those were friendships, not relationships. And though there were no strict guidelines about dating on the Starship he was also her superior, her boss, a relationship under those circumstances just didn't seem acceptable. Then there was the most important fact that he knew she didn't see their relationship as anything more than platonic, a good, solid working relationship and a nice trusting friendship.

All that being said, McCoy still liked to look. And occasionally, on days when he was feeling particularly daring, touch. Again it was the blessed Starfleet uniforms that did McCoy the biggest favor. It didn't take Chapel moving much to have the skirt shift enough that McCoy was able to catch a glimpse of underwear. The slip of a collar to reveal the top of her bra cup. They were usually white undergarments, occasionally a soft pink, nothing remarkable, but somehow they always managed to get McCoys pulse racing just a bit faster. If the slip was unexpected, his breath would catch and he would have to cover it up by yelling at some hapless nurse or engineer or Jim Kirk, whoever happened to be closest. Then he would smirk to himself as Christine quickly tried to adjust whatever portion of her uniform had caused a reveal of underwear, casting furitive glances around to make sure no one saw it.

It wasn't just the hidden clothing articles and skin that held McCoy's attention. He may be a man, but he wasn't Jim Kirk, he knew how to appreciate the joys of a woman's body without rudely oggling. He loved watching her graceful, purposeful movements. Her sweet, gentle voice was always a soothing balm to his constantly frazzled nerves. And when she smiled. Forget the underwear. It was the smile that made him melt. To Leonard McCoy, Christine Chapel was perfect. And that pissed him off.

Re: The Day Nurse Chapel Wore Red and Dr. McCoy Lost It (2)

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It was nearly every day now, after a long shift stuck with her he found himself going back to his quarters and frantically jerking off, whatever arousing thing Christine did that day burned clearly in his head. He had been stuck on a ship with her for a year now, and rather than things getting easier to deal with they got harder. Literally. He found himself getting aroused over the silliest things. He felt like a goddamn teenage boy. Or Jim Kirk! He was usually able to calm himself by snapping at someone or thinking thoughts one just didn't want to think (like of his grandmother naked, or that little creepy goblin Keenser, or Jim Kirk). But eventually he ran out of things to get his mind off of his hard-on, and he'd be damned if he ever, ever resorted to think of Spock naked.

Then finally one day Dr. Leonard "Bones" McCoy snapped.

First off, it had been a long day to begin with. Starting early as usual, but then something happened in engineering and they had nearly the whole engineering deck suddenly up in the sickbay with various injuries. It took almost 15 hours to clear everyone out, with only a couple needing to stay in sickbay for monitoring. And while McCoy could occasionally be a sadist, he knew everyone had been there as long as he had so he let the staff go to bed, while he offered to stay and clean up and reorganize everything that had been displaced in the pandemonium. He'd be damned if he let the disorganized and somewhat inept night shift do it, he figured the only reason they could tell a hypospray from a phaser was from the enormous amount of paperwork they had to do the first time they got it wrong. No one likes paperwork.

He was both elated and annoyed when Nurse Chapel offered to stay and help him.

They worked in tired silence at first. Speaking only to ask a quick question or make a snide comment. It was companionable and comfortable.

McCoy handed a box of hyposprays he had just organized to Chapel, directing her to put them in the high cabinet by the door. Out of habit he watched her. He loved sending her to the tall cabinet where she had to reach up on tip toes to put away or grab anything. The movement always caused her skirt to ride up so high he could see both round cheeks half-hidden under white panties. This time was no different, except for one thing, her panties weren't plain white cotton. They were red, lacy and see-through, not even panties, really, but lengerie.

That did it, McCoy was going to have to call in the big guns- thoughts of Spock naked. But even that horrific thought wasn't working, immediately shoved aside by that perfectly smooth bottom clad in lacy red. Spock and Jim! Nothing! Now he had thoughts of the matching red bra she must be wearing. And that lead to Chapel in nothing but underwear. On his bed. Under him. Moaning.

Moaning.

"Dr. McCoy! Are you all right?"

Moaning? Oh, dear God, he was moaning. And the victim of his sudden onslaught of lust and fantasy was directly in front of him, allowing him the perfect view of- sweet, merciful- she was wearing a matching bra.

"Excuse me," he said curtly, turning and heading into his office. He quickly locked the door and sat at his desk, fingers clawing at his hair.

"Dr. Mccoy!" he heard her shout. The concern he first heard melted into imaginings of her shouting his name in the throws of passion he knew he could bring her too. Fuck. He glanced at the door, picturing her outside, her eyes frightened and worried.

"Leonard!" she said again. No- not his full name. He groaned, unable to take it anymore. He palmed himself through his pants, trying to get some sort of relief.

Suddenly the door to the office slid open and she stood there, worry etched on her face, she held a spare key card in her hand. She was flushed and breathing heavily and utterly delicious looking. Against every fibre of his being McCoy got up, keyed the door shut and locked again, then shoved her against the door. He only gave her a moment to protest before pressing his lips hungrily to hers. He may get smacked, shoved or hyposprayed after this moment, but the feel of those soft lips under his was worth it. Instead she gave into him. Matching him kiss for kiss.

Re: The Day Nurse Chapel Wore Red and Dr. McCoy Lost It (3)

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In his head he apologized as he picked her up and put her on top of his desk. This wasn't going to be romantic and gentle, this was going to be a good, hard fuck. A year. A year he had been tormenting himself with thoughts of her and now he was going to get it out.

But as usual she was on the same page as him, unbuttoning his pants while he slid his hands under her skirt to pull off her underwear, that goddamn red underwear that did this to him in the first place. And then he was in her.

No words. The most intelligent and articulate of people reduced to sighs, grunts and moans. Fast, hard, sweat, heat. A year was going into this. He was reaching the end, she had already come, he pulled her forward so her ass was almost hanging off the desk and he drove himself as hard and deep as he could. He watched her as she began to climax again. And being Christine she was right there with him as he came, moving, milking, making it last as long as possible for him.

When they were done, McCoy dropped to his knees, his head now resting on her belly. Her fingers absentmindedly played with his hair. Opening his eyes a flash of red on the floor caught his attention. Her underwear.

"Those fucking panties."

He felt and heard her belly laugh.

"Of course," she finally said. "I figured that's what would finally do the trick you stubborn ass."

McCoy jerked up and looked at her in awe and wonder. Why should he be surprised?

Christine Chapel knew. She always knew.

Re: The Day Nurse Chapel Wore Red and Dr. McCoy Lost It (3)

[seren-ccd.livejournal.com]

Oh my goodness! I will gladly continue to have issues writing if I end up with a fic like this in my inbox!

Thank you so much! A flustered McCoy is a fun McCoy. I loved the end. He is a stubborn ass, but that's part of his charm ;-) Those uniforms... The best plot device ever! Thank you kindly anon!