[Rifts in the Boredom of Forced Sick Leave] -- [Open]

[kirktastic]

Things had gone... interestingly the night of the party. The small memory put a smile to Kirk's face, despite his complete boredom and annoyance at still being trapped in his room. He could leave, he could walk around, but there was nothing he could do. Damn CMO's orders.

Even if, you know, he was sleeping with said CMO.

There was still a lot to be done, and damn if he was just going to sit back while it happened. Which had led him to sitting on his bed, naked from the waist up, leaning over a padd as he tried to figure out the exact time not one but two people had evidently gone missing from his god damn ship.

And getting no where fast expect to a headache.

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[emma-mccoy.livejournal.com]

Em nervously stepped into the room. Keep your nerves, Emmy. He's just Lenny's boyfriend. "How are you feeling?" she offered.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

"...alright, ma'am." Kirk slipped, watching her with what seemed almost as many nerves as she was feeling. "Yourself?"

[emma-mccoy.livejournal.com]

"I'm...still trying to put together my life." She fiddled with her hands. "Captain, I don't want to be apart from my son. But...I'm not a part of Starfleet. Never was. Is there a way for me to earn my keep on the ship? I can't just...sit around."

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Well, at least she got right to the point. "Well, what were you doing before you got on the ship?" He asked, because he didn't know a damn thing about her.

[emma-mccoy.livejournal.com]

She sighed heavily. "Well...I got my doctorates in anthropology just before Lenny..." She winced. "Er...Leonard was born. Specializing in osteology. I did my undergraduate work in bioengineering and my research was heavily in prosthetic and and bone marrow regeneration." She rolled her eyes. "My brother and his husband kept trying to call me Bones because of my post-doctorate work."

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

"I don't think I'll ever get used to 'Lenny'." But the last part just made him laugh, "You know what I call him, right?" He grinned brightly, "Been calling him Bones since like, the second or third time he and I ever meet."

[emma-mccoy.livejournal.com]

Em had to laugh at that. "Oh the irony...Winston would probably laugh his ass off if he knew." She wrapped her arms around herself. "If you want...I can see if I could fish a CV or resume from the university's database. I taught at the University of Georgia."

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

"You don't have to." Kirk gestured a little, "I think I can trust you telling me the truth."

He leaned forward, meeting her eyes, "Mrs. McCoy... what would you like to be doing?"

[emma-mccoy.livejournal.com]

She looked at him in the eye. "I...I don't know, captain. I know I just want to be there for my boys. And since they're both on this ship. I'd like to be able to stay with 'em."

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Kirk rubbed his forehead slowly, trying to think. "I'm willing to let you stay on, ma'am. You said... prosthetics and bone narrow regen?" He tilted his head. "Sounds useful down in med."

[emma-mccoy.livejournal.com]

"Well my research was in both. I never got to finish the bone marrow regeneration project. Death kind of stops you from doing that." She gave him a wry grin and considered what other marketable skills she had. "I'm a pretty easy-going person. Managed not to ruffle anyone at the party. And I really shouldn't stay in medical all the time. That's Lenny's..." She closed her eyes. "Leonard's domain."

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

"Leo." Kirk offered. "Len." Trying to give suggestions that might make it easier for her then 'Leonard'. "I don't think anyone familiar with him has ever called him Leonard for any length of time without him getting grumpy." Kirk grinned a little more.

Emma McCoy, it seemed, was just one very easy going woman. She was beautiful, no doubt, and surprisingly sweet. (Still Bones' mom. Fuck, that still made him cautious around her.)

"Could you continue that research? I don't think its an area anyone's gotten into, or at least I've never heard anything on the subject. I doubt any of your research got deleted and we have an Admiral on board who could access your old research if they've been that buried by time."

[emma-mccoy.livejournal.com]

Em thought about it. "Nah, he hated it when I tried Len on him. Or at least, the 15 year old him hated it. 'Momma, that's worse than Lenny!'" She shook her head at the memory. "God, when McCoy men team up against you, you don't stand a damn chance."

"Nah, like I told Monty, it's more than likely that someone took it and ran or it got dropped completely." She looked at her hands. "I was on my way home from the Vulcan Science Academy, a conference to get them on board with the research...we hoped to expand it to humanoids..."

An idea struck her. "Do y'all have a counselor? I'm not specified in psychology but my anthropology training gives me a pretty decent background in dealing with other cultures."

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Monty? It took a second before it clicked. Scotty.

Kirk rubbed his neck, listening, but the comment about the counselor struck him immediately. He looked to her, eyes bright and suddenly serious. "No, but yes. Yes, we could definitely use one."

He snapped, "We had someone," Harold, fuck.., "Getting training straight from Starfleet on the ship, you could do the same too."

[emma-mccoy.livejournal.com]

Em blinked. "Oh, he said that I could call him either Monty or Scotty. Mr. Montgomery Scott? Does no one call him Monty?"

"Would I be qualified for Starfleet training? I never enlisted. Would I need to go back to Frisco for the Academy?"

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

"Never knew anyone to call him Monty." Kirk said lazily. "And.. yes and no. No, not having to go back. Yes, you qualify because you'll be coming under my crew and I fucking say so." He grinned lazily.

[emma-mccoy.livejournal.com]

Well that was surprising. Was she the only one that referred to him as Monty? Em blinked again and laughed. "I'll tell ya, Starfleet boys were definitely not like you when I was still in Frisco. Glad they changed that. Will you send me the information? Lenny set up a room for me." She moved forward to hug him again but paused and retreated. "Sorry. I tend to hug a lot. Need to watch for that."

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

"Sorry," Though he really wasn't, "Just not a hugging sort of person. And ma'am, there's no one like me." Kirk grinned with that. "I'll make sure you get the information..." He thought about it, "And we'll use one of the empty quarters and set you up an office. Something a little less formal then sickbay?"

[emma-mccoy.livejournal.com]

Em kept her hands to herself. "I'm sorry." she added again. "And I keep telling you, none of this ma'am business." She straightened up again. "And yes, a less formal setting pots most beings at ease. The idea of being home comforts them. Or the illusion of being home." She paused a bit.

"And how are you doin'? Are you restin' up like Lenny instructed?"

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

"I'm doing fine." Kirk offered another small grin, "Can't do much other then rest, right now. The Doctor keeps me from doing too much."

[emma-mccoy.livejournal.com]

Em had to laugh. "Oh god, don't tell me he's swearin' up a storm and pepperin' "Damnit!"s everywhere. Has he given you the dangers of the world speech just yet?"

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

"Didn't need to give me that speech, Mrs. McCoy. He still curses up a storm and throws out lots of dammits." He laughed at her description.

[emma-mccoy.livejournal.com]

She shook her head. "Like a damn carbon copy of David. Should've heard him on our way back from Guatemala. I think most of the people around us were shocked when they learned we got engaged shortly after."