Tremendulent!

Umm, this got away from me.

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Christine cocked her head to the side. "What the heck is a Police Information Box?"

"Beats the hell out of me," McCoy said. "What I want to know is: how did it end up in my sickbay when it wasn't here this morning?"

The doctor and nurse studied the large blue box. McCoy walked around it once and came back to stand beside Christine.

"Maybe it's a prank," she offered. "I don't think the captain's forgiven you yet for the hypospray incident of last week."

"Jim's not one to hold a grudge for that long," he said. "Maybe we should call--"

Suddenly the door opened and a man in a brown pin-stripe suit came out. "Hello! You don't by any chance know if we're in orbit around Planet Cruxatia? I think the old girl may have blown us off course a tad."

Christine's eyes widened and her jaw dropped. McCoy just yelled, "Who the hell are you? And what are you doing in my sickbay?"

"Oh, I'm the Doctor," the man said with a cheerful smile. "Didn't mean to impose."

"You're the-- What? Doctor who?" McCoy asked.

"Hello!" The man waved.

"I think we should call Security," Christine murmured.

"Oh, you don't need to call anyone on my account. Say!" the man looked around and then grinned. "I know this ship. This is the USS Enterprise! Oh, I haven't seen her in years! You're McCoy! Dr Leonard McCoy. Oh, it is great to see you!"

The 'Doctor' stepped forward and before McCoy knew what he was doing, his hand was being shaken vigorously by the other man. "We've met?"

"Oh, not yet, but we will," the Doctor said. "You do some incredible things, Dr McCoy. You create the best vaccine I've ever encountered against Andorian shingles. Flawless, it's your masterpiece!"

"Hunh," was all McCoy was capable of.

"Oh and Mrs McCoy!" the Doctor said to Christine. "The things you do to further the field of endocrinology are just breathtaking!"

"I'm sorry, I'm not--" Christine said.

"Oh, right! Sorry. Dr McCoy," the Doctor said. "Dr-Mrs McCoy."

"No, I mean, I'm not Dr McCoy," she said.

The Doctor looked confused and he glanced at McCoy who was looking extremely bewildered. And a little pink.

"You're not Christine McCoy?" the Doctor asked running a hand through his hair.

"No," Christine said slowly. "I'm Christine Chapel. Nurse Christine Chapel."

"Ah," the Doctor said. Christine suddenly realized what the man had implied and felt her face flush. "Right, I think I'm more off course than I thought, what year is it?"

"What year? 2261," McCoy said.

"Oops, right. Well, sorry about that, must be off, I think I left the kettle on," the Doctor said. He smiled again. "It was lovely to see you again though. Good luck with the Klingons!"

"Wait! Hey!" McCoy shouted, but the Doctor hopped back inside the blue box. A loud whirring, grinding sound started and the box just disappeared.

They stood in silence. Christine opened her mouth to say something and then thought better of it and closed her mouth.

"Should we just chalk this up to another one of those things that didn't actually happen?" McCoy asked.

"That's probably for the best," Christine said.

They just stood there for a few minutes before McCoy finally said, "It has a nice ring to it."

"What does?" Christine asked.

"Dr McCoy."

"That's because it's your name," she said.

"No, I meant, Dr-Mrs-- Never mind," he said. "I'm going to find Scotty and drink something."

"Right," Christine said as she watched him head out of sickbay to the turbolift. She rolled her eyes and berated herself internally, but still went into the hallway and called out before the doors of the lift closed, "It didn't have a bad ring to it."

She saw him grin right before the doors shut.

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This was fabulous! I think these were my favourite lines:

They just stood there for a few minutes before McCoy finally said, "It has a nice ring to it."

"What does?" Christine asked.

"Dr McCoy."

"That's because it's your name," she said.

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Thanks! This is really helping actually. I'm going to try to get to them all tonight (after I make dinner). I've got plans that might involve two of yours in one... Someone is definitely going to lose a shirt in the process.

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Yay! That can be my reward. I lost 4lb this week!

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!!!! Oh, my heart, this is lovely! I mean, the Doctor is just spot-on, his voice is fantastic, but you have to know you just slayed my shippy little heart dead with that ♥

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Hee! I hoped you'd approve! Ten's a little hard to write, I didn't want to make him a complete spaz, just cheerful! I'm really happy you liked it! :D

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"Should we just chalk this up to another one of those things that didn't actually happen?" McCoy asked.
Yep!

"I'm going to find Scotty and drink something."
Hahahah!

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Hee! I think this kind of thing happens a lot onboard.

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McCoy helping Chapel to finish writing a research thesis. Possibly with incentives for completing each chapter? What precisely those incentives are is doen to you.
(I'm trying to print my PhD thesis at the moment and I keep finding things I've missed and it is making me little crazy, thoughts of Karl Urban are about the only thing to distract me :D)

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This was ridiculously fun to write, just sayin'. Good luck with your own thesis!

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"So what do you think?" Christine asked the second she entered McCoy's bedroom.

McCoy briefly glanced up from the PADD he was reading. "Think about what?"

"Leonard, do not tease me right now," she warned. He smirked and tapped the screen a couple of times.

"I think that this thesis of yours is going to knock their respective argyle socks off," McCoy said. The smile he got in return was both delighted and relieved.

"Oh, thank you,' she said. She sat down on his bed and continued to grin at him. He placed the PADD on his desk and grinned back at her. "So, where is it?"

"Where's what?" he asked trying to look clueless and failing miserably.

"What did I say about teasing? And you promised," she said pointing her finger at him. "I finished that chapter well ahead of time, therefore you need to deliver on your end of the bargain."

She looked so unbelievably sexy when she took that tone with him, McCoy thought settling himself in his armchair. "It's in my bedside table."

Christine bounced to her feet and he had to chuckle at her happy exclamation at finding the 'reward' he'd promised her. She perched on the end of the bed, primly crossed her legs and slowly unwrapped the foil packaging. The sigh she gave when the chocolate bar emerged and the gold wrapping was discarded went straight to his groin. He watched her take a bite and moan happily as the taste of milk chocolate and caramel hit her tongue. McCoy shifted in his seat while she slowly chewed and then swallowed. She gave another of her little sighs and then wrapped her lips around the chocolate and oh, so, slowly dragged them up the length of the bar.

McCoy swallowed hard and in a rough voice said, "You know, this oral fixation of yours is troubling on occasion."

Christine licked her lips and looked at him innocently. "What do you mean?"

"Well, you sure are looking awful happy over there with a piece of chocolate," he said with a frown. "It's not even the high quality stuff."

She looked pensive as popped the last of the bar into her mouth. Then she reclined on the bed, propping herself up on her elbows.

"Well, doctor, you should know, that the thing about oral fixations," she said as a slow wicked smile appeared on her face, "it's not always limited to food."

Christine crooked her finger at him and McCoy suddenly realized he was the luckiest son of a bitch in the universe.

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Oh. That was perfect! You've made my evening happier. *Wanders off to dream about McCoy and chocolate*

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Oh, I'm so happy you liked it! McCoy and chocolate just sort of goes together.

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1) Sunburn

2) Breathless

3) Stirring the pot

Three separate ones, or whack them all together. Good luck!

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Umm, it's getting kind of monstrous, so it may not actually be ready until tomorrow. They kind of won't stop talking.

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Brilliant!

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Yeah, I tried out a different style with this one. *hides*

***

Day Two

"I think this is my fault," McCoy says as she collects palm fronds.

The sun is unbearable. The heat makes it difficult to think, let alone construct a make-shift shelter. McCoy wipes the sweat off his brow with his hand and looks at her.

It's been less than forty-eight hours since they'd been marooned out here on the deserted little island on the planet they had been trying to help. Unfortunately, the Theraxians had issues with 'foreign' men around their women. Issues that Starfleet had neglected to include in the mission statement. Therefore, one touch of McCoy's hand to the neck of one of the minister's wives and the universal cry of 'off with their heads' was sounded. Chapel had done her best to placate them and McCoy had tried to defend himself, but they quickly had their communicators torn out of their hands. The two of them were shoved roughly into a shuttle and flown to the middle of nowhere and left alone with only the barest of supplies.

Last night, slept on the beach, thinking that the Enterprise would come to get them as soon as they missed their check-in. They didn't.

So, today they're attempting to make a lean-to.

"It isn't your fault," Christine says. "It was a breakdown in communication. We didn't get the full briefing."

He looks at her and she can see him slip into doctor-mode. "You're burning," he says bluntly. He gestures to her face. "Your skin, you're getting a sunburn."

"I know," she says. "I can feel it."

He frowns at her and she just turns to collect more fronds to lash together. She'll worry about her fair skin later.

Day Three

She wakes up in his arms again, his body spooned tightly up against her.

The first night, she chalked it up to the slight chill in the night air and her body automatically seeking out warmth. She's tempted to think the same thing this morning, but all she can focus on is how much taller than her he is. He smells like salt and unwashed male and her stomach clenches as his hand reflexively tightens on her hip in his sleep. It's still dark and Christine decides to fall back asleep.

She wakes up later and he's standing knee deep in the surf watching the sunrise.

Day Five

They've found fresh water so they won't be dehydrating anytime soon. The burn on Christine's face is only relieved when she swims. But, McCoy admonishes her whenever she does, saying the rays of the sun will still reach her underwater, for god's sake, she is a nurse, she should know this. He deliberately doesn't look below her neck when she comes out of the water, her bra and panties clinging to her.

Day Six

"The captain is going to want to avoid an incident, isn't he?" she asks in a quiet tone.

"Yeah," he said. "Yeah, he is. Damn it, Christine, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have touched her."

"It wasn't your fault two days ago, Len," she says. "It's not your fault today."

They are deliberately not talking about the fact that when she woke up this morning, her head was pillowed on his chest and his hand was settled on her ass.

Day Eight

Food has been found in the form of crabs and other shelfish like creatures. They made a fire and are actually roasting the creatures on a spit of sorts.

Her nose is peeling and she's taken to wandering around the small island barefoot. McCoy actually tries to fashion a hat out of leaves for her, but when he settles it on her head it comes apart. The leaves tickle her face as they float down and she bursts into a fit of giggles. He looks at her like she's crazy and end up laughing with her.

She woke up this morning with her hand on his chest just over his heart.

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Day Ten

He's standing, once again in the surf, this time with his shirt off and his trousers rolled up. The evening before he'd fashioned a sharp point onto a stick to see if he could maybe catch a fish.

She's just come onto the beach from wandering in the tiny patch of trees and stops to watch him. He's stiller than she's ever seen him and the muscles on his back are well-defined and sleek. He moves slowly in the water and hefts the spear a little. His skin has gone so brown in this sun and drops of water trail down his spine to disappear into the waistband of his pants. The wave of lust hits her so hard and fast, Christine actually gasps. She can't breathe and if it could, her body would be shaking it's head in disbelief. After all, it's been completely aware that she's in love with him, why else would she gravitate to him so easily in her sleep?

He sets his jaw and jabs the stick down into the water. It must catch something, because he shouts wordlessly in triumph. He turns and notices her on the beach and smiles as he raises the stick with a wriggling fish impaled on the end. The lust intensifies threefold, but she just smiles broadly and applauds.

Later that night as they're eating cooked fish, slowly and with their fingers to avoid the bones, she catches him staring at her when she licks her fingers and she's just glad that this thing goes both ways.

Day Twelve

As it turns out, it's not going to be dehydration or the heat that kills her, but the slow, torturous path his hand is taking as it smoothes down the curve of her breast and stomach.

She'd just gone to get some water from the small stream and when she'd turned around, he was right there. Startled, she lost her balance and would have fallen had he not grabbed her waist. Christine grabbed his upper arms and the quip about her lack of grace was on the tip of her tongue, but the sight of his dark eyes erased the words completely.

Now, he's leaning forward and the stubble on his chin tickles her as he just hovers over her lips.

She thinks she whimpers or says 'please', but it doesn't matter because he's kissing her. Kissing her hard and desperate. Their hands are grasping at each other, her nerves are singing and all she can think is 'now, more, more now'.

Her hand is at the top of his trousers and his is at the top of the zipper of her dress, when they hear it.

A Class 1 Starfleet shuttle.

"Jim always did have lousy timing," he says pressing his forehead to hers and kissing the tip of her nose.

She smiles and caresses the side of his face.

Day Fourteen

Her skin is still slightly pink from the burn and she hasn't been able to sleep the last two nights she's been back on the Enterprise.

They've more or less settled back into their familiar roles as CMO and Head Nurse, but she longs for the simplicity of the island and the way his arms felt wrapped around her body.

It's very late when she decides to do something about it. She can hear the graveyard shift staff talking in the lab and the light is on in his office when she walks into sickbay. He's just sitting in his chair staring blankly at the wall, a PADD lying forgotten in his hands. She walks in and he immediately drinks in the sight of her.

"Sleep with me," is all she says as she holds out her hand. He doesn't even hesitate to throw the PADD on his desk and come over to her. He takes her hand and she leads him out of sickbay back to her room.

They undress themselves and slide under the crisp, clean sheets of her bed. She automatically curls onto her side and he fits himself right next to her, his arm around her waist. Christine falls asleep quickly.

They make love twice in the morning. The first time is slow and easy, with long, deep kisses before her alarm clock goes off. The second time is quick and dirty up against her door with her uniform on.

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This was fantastic! I love the way that they gradually come closer together during their sleep, as if their bodies know exactly what to do even if their brains don't.

And the last paragraph is extremely hot. Just in case you didn't know.

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Thank you very much! They were great prompts and I may try the other one sometime as well. It just took on a life of it's own. :D

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Chapel's bread pudding :D

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Oooh, I've got a great idea for this. It'll be up tomorrow!

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Yipppee!! {skipping delightedly}

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This was fun!!!

***

"What's this?" McCoy asked when he came to the last container on his desk.

They'd been eating dinner, as usual, in his office while finishing up the annual inventory lists and requisition forms and he'd just discovered one last container of food that Christine had brought with her. Dinner had been simple, red beans, rice and a kind of sausage that she'd picked up at the last outpost.

"What's what?" she asked still tapping away at her PADD with one hand while her other held a cup of coffee.

"This."

She looked up. "Oh, it's dessert. Bread pudding."

McCoy would swear later on his grandmother's Bible that his heart actually stopped.

"It's... what?" he asked quietly.

"Bread pudding," she said. She finally looked up from her PADD. "Oh, don't tell me you don't like bread pudding? You're from Georgia, Len. That's sacrilege, you know."

"No, no," he said. "I like it fine. I, uh... Chapel, will you marry me?"

He probably could have timed that better, but his heart was still stuttering in his chest, and waited until she'd finished taking a sip of her drink. As it was, she coughed and spluttered a bit, her hand shook and some of the liquid splashed on her hand.

"What?" she asked when she was able.

"Ah, I asked you to marry me," he said.

Christine stared at him in a look that managed to combine confusion, amusement and at least one part panic.

"Why?" she asked.

"I kinda had this deal with myself," he said looking down at the container. "If I ever found out that you made bread pudding, no matter the circumstances, I was goingtoaskyoutomarryme."

Christine's jaw dropped, but she's good with weird situations, which is one of the things McCoy really admired about her and said, "Okay. In this little scenario of yours, did you ever stop to consider the answer? Or was the point just to get the question out there?"

"I honestly hadn't gotten much farther than the fact that if you made bread pudding, in addition to all your other good qualities, I would be a complete simpleton not to ask," McCoy said frankly.

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Thank you SO MUCH for writing this! It's fabulous!

A couple of favorite bits:

McCoy would swear later on his grandmother's Bible that his heart actually stopped.
{LOL}

but she's good with weird situations
{howling with laughter by this point}

"Okay. In this little scenario of yours, did you ever stop to consider the answer? Or was the point just to get the question out there?"
{wheezes, giggles, and wheezes some more}

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"Hunh, 'kay," she said her brow furrowing. "Do you think we can table the question and finish the requisition forms?"

"If you'd like," he said. They go back to their respective PADDs, but McCoy couldn't really help it and he said, "It's not like it's the worst idea in the world."

She looked up from her PADD and said, "I didn't say it was, it's just..."

"Just what?" he asked leaning forward.

"We... You..." She stopped and got up. "I need to wash this stuff off my hands."

She walked out of the office and headed for the lab. McCoy sat still for a moment and then got up to follow her. He found her standing in front of the hand fresher.

"Chapel," he tried.

"We've never been on a date, you know," she said turning around quickly to face him.

"What do you call this?" he asked frowning.

"This? This is just us. At the end of our shifts, talking about our day and... our interests," she said as a realization dawned on her. "Over dinner. That I sometimes cook. Oh my God, Len, how long have we been dating?"

"About eight months by my count," he said with a smirk.

"Well, we work together," she said sounding flustered. "Surely that's not appropriate."

"Are you forgetting the little engagement party we went to for your friend and her pointy-eared swain?" he asked.

"You really shouldn't call him that and no, no, I haven't forgotten," she said crossing her arms over her chest. "But, there's a lot to consider. If we were to take this seriously, I mean."

"Oh, of course."

"Compatibility for one thing."

"What do you mean? We're compatible."

"Are we?"

McCoy gestured at the sickbay. "Have you looked at that sickbay? It's a well-oiled machine, and that's due in part to our partnership."

"I'm not talking about that kind of compatibility," she said turning to run her hands again under the fresher. "I meant, you know, physically. We've never actually kissed, how do you know we'd even be able--"

Christine was cut off by McCoy gently turning her around and pressing his mouth to hers. His hand was warm against the side of her face and she automatically wound her arms around his neck. His other hand splayed possessively against her lower back and the kiss rapidly moved from gentle to passionate. When breathing became mandatory, they pulled back slightly and rested their foreheads together.

"You haven't even tasted it yet," Christine said in shaky voice.

"You made it," McCoy said. "It'll be incredible."

And it really was.

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Oh my God, Len, how long have we been dating?"
And there's the light bulb moment! {grin}

the little engagement party we went to for your friend and her pointy-eared swain
Oooh, I hope someone writes that one soon! {grins}

"You really shouldn't call him that"
Good luck teaching this dog new tricks, dear!

And it really was.
I love how this line can apply to more than just the bread pudding!

{happy dancing} Thank you so much for this!

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I'm so glad you liked it! They have so much fun teasing each other.

And there's the light bulb moment! {grin}

I literally pictured a lightbulb over her head when I wrote that!

Thanks for the awesome prompt! ;D

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Chapel reads Lord of the Rings. McCoy finds her doing so and a discussion ensues (doesn't have to involve the book, just something about reading and fantasies and such).

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Oh, fun! I'll have it up tomorrow! I think she'd love LoTR.

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Me too! She seems like a Eowyn fan :)

I can't wait for it!

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This ended up being slightly more serious than I planned.

***

McCoy walked into the Enterprise's rec room and looked around. He didn't come here all that often, preferring his own room or his office to unwind, but it had been a long day and he kind of craved the sound of people enjoying themselves. He spotted a familiar blonde head settled in a large armchair in the corner and made his way over to her.

"Chapel," he said as he sat in the armchair next to hers.

Christine looked up with a smile and said, "Doctor."

She looked absurdly comfortable in the chair. She was wearing civilian clothes, her bare feet tucked up underneath her and she was reading what looked like a well-handled PADD.

"What are you reading?" he asked tapping his own PADD and finding the medical journal he'd been meaning to read.

"It's an old Earth novel, well, trilogy really, The Lord of the Rings," she said.

"Wait, isn't that for kids?" he asked with a frown.

She rolled her eyes. "No. It's for everyone." She went back to it.

"But, it's got goblins and fairies in it," he said.

"Elves," she said.

"Whatever," he said. "It's a fantasy."

"Your point being?" she asked in that arch tone that generally signaled she was either highly amused or highly aggravated.

"I just never saw the point in all those," he said.

"What? Not even as a child?" she asked. "You must have played pretend at some point?"

"Well, some," he said. "But, then I grew up. The real world called and all that."

Chapel looked at him with an emotion in her eyes that he couldn't quite place. "Just because it's a fantasy doesn't mean it's not worth considering. These novels are actually allegorical for the time period they were written in. The author was able to recount history and real emotion while telling an engrossing story. It's actually incredibly real."

McCoy frowned.

"Surely, you still have fantasies?" she asked.

He looked down at the PADD and tried to rid his mind of the images her question created. Christine, tucked under his arm as they read together in his room. Her hair trailing down her bare back as he kissed his way down her spine. Her hands slowly massaging his temples as they lay in his bed.

"Everyone does," he said at last. "I just don't count on any of 'em coming true anytime soon."

"But, that's the thing about fantasies," she said. "There's always a little hint of the truth in them and that's what you have to chase after."

She smiled at him again and he was suddenly struck by the urge to read more fiction.

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Loved it! I don't mind the serious...it's nice to see them have conversations and discuss things. Like a real couple :) Thanks so much!

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Aww, thank you! I had another idea that involved her having a dream where McCoy, for some reason, takes on the mantle of Eomer or something equally steamy. I may have to come back to that someday!

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YES YES YES! No pressure of course...

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Ooooo...that would be delicious!

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