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