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Falling, Ch.2: (Let’s Get) Physicals

Summary: Bones x Reader. 2/6, Annual physicals are due and you have to get the crew to attend, including a reluctant Captain. Bones comes to a realisation.

Word Count: 5000 *eep*

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: So part 2 ended up being a bit epic and a fic in itself (must practice drabbles…). It’s also more plotty than part 1. But there’s some Jim, and a little Spock, and Halloween so I needed all those words.

I still need to work out how to link to part 1… spot the tumblr noob.

“October,” Doctor McCoy announced with a sigh, dropping a couple of padds on the station between you and Christine and perching on the edge, legs stretched out in front of him and arms crossed, “you know what that means?” “Halloween?” you supplied without looking up from your console. McCoy grimaced, “worse than that, guess again.” Your head shot up. “Back up a minute there Doctor! What do you mean, worse than Halloween? Halloween is awesome! Costumes, trick or treating, pumpkins, unreasonably vast quantities of candy! What’s not to like?” Christine chuckled and you shot her a look. “Try all of the above,” McCoy retorted. “Damned pagan nonsense is a recipe for stomachache, cavities and general ridiculousness. Guess again.” You rolled your eyes and shrugged. “I give up.” “Annual physicals!” Christine chipped in, clapping in what you could only assume was mock excitement. “You’re in for a treat Y/F/N.” “You needn’t sound so damn pleased about it Chapel. A month of mind numbingly tedious work and that’s when you can get the damn crew to an appointment. Hell, it almost makes me long for shore leave on a planet full of pregnant Gorns.”

The Doctor turned to you and raised an eyebrow, the faint trace of a smirk gracing his features. “In honour of your first starship assignment, you get the dubious pleasure of making sure every last one of the idiots on this tin can attends an appointment. They’ll try but no one gets to wheedle their way out of it Nurse Y/L/N.” McCoy’s comm buzzed and he excused himself, giving you both a jaunty salute. You stared after him incredulously.

“Close your mouth Y/F/N. you’re catching flies,” Christine said, suppressing a grin.

“What’s got into him? Is this retribution?” you asked, slumping back in your chair.

Since your ‘intervention’ a little over a month ago, McCoy seemed back to his usual self, perhaps even a little less grumpy. He’d smoothed things over with Chapel, which was a relief for everyone, and you had thought your own relationship with him had improved. He seemed more personable and you found he requested your assistance more frequently than before. Even off duty he’d sometimes sit with you in the mess, presumably when the rest of the senior crew were busy. You also occasionally arrived on shift to find a perfectly replicated coffee waiting for you, and Chapel had suggested it was the doctor’s way of acknowledging and apologising for his asshole behaviour.

However, you hadn’t actually talked about the conversation. McCoy had said in passing that Joanna was doing fine, and he shared bits and pieces from her comms, which were more frequent than ever, but neither of you mentioned what had been said that day. Despite the positive effect, you felt a niggling doubt that you had overstepped your position, forcing him to reveal things he wasn’t comfortable with. It was best to let him bring up the subject if he wanted. “No! He needed a good talking to and he knows it.” The head nurse reached out and touched your arm, “It just so happens we both think that you’re the best person to get the job done. You’ve said you wanted more responsibility, now’s your chance.” You considered this for a second and accepting her reassurance, nodded. “Well thanks, I think.” McCoy had silently cursed when his comm had interrupted your conversation. He hadn’t wanted to drop all that work on you and just up and leave, but a summons from Jim couldn’t be ignored. He stalked along the corridor, not realising he was growling in frustration until he startled an ensign coming the other way. He stepped into the express turbolift to the bridge, and leaned back against the handrail. As he absently watched the deck lights flashing by he couldn’t help but think about you. Again. Since that moment in his office a little over four weeks ago, he had developed a new kind of awareness of you. Of course he’d not been oblivious to you before, but it had been for practical reasons: you were a competent nurse, sensible and a decent substitute for Chapel when the need arose.

But now his awareness was harder to define. He was constantly aware of where you were and equally felt your absence. But it was also little things like when you wore your hair differently, or when he knew you hadn’t taken a break. Your voice was more distinctive and he found himself listening for your laughter, and he was sure the familiar antiseptic smell of the medbay was tinged with the smell of your shampoo whenever you had been near. Suddenly these things were important: you mattered to him. Unfortunately he had no indication that the opposite was true. You seemed to be more open with him the more time you spent in his company, but the friendliness and gentle teasing banter you shared with him were not particular to your interactions. It was just the way you seemed to be with everyone. You were capable and independent - he had no sense at all that you needed anything from him. And you certainly had shown no inclination to discuss that conversation. You hardly needed to hear more about what a fuck up he was, his terrible choices were his own burden to bear. So he left it alone. As your CMO he had to be careful not to overstep his bounds and so far he had managed to keep things normal and professional. If he asked for your assistance a little more than he used to, it was simply because you were good at your job and you wanted to learn. And Chapel had supported the idea of you leading on the physicals this year. There was no reason not to spend time with you as colleagues, hell even relax and enjoy your company a little.

For now, he would just have to learn to ignore the occasional swooping feeling inside when something you did caught him unawares. And stop behaving like a prize idiot. What the hell McCoy, did you actually salute the woman? Smooth. The gentle hum of the turbolift slowed as it came to a stop. McCoy straightened up and tugged on his uniform shirt. Things would be back to normal soon enough. Well as normal as they ever were on this damn ship. In the meantime he could do a fucking good job of pretending. “What the hell kind of mess have you got us into now, Jim?” Over the next weeks, you threw yourself into managing the physicals like a woman possessed. It was repetitive work, but the volume of it filled your days and you didn’t want to prove to Christine and McCoy that their faith had been misplaced. The whole team seemed to eat sleep and breathe examinations, paperwork and follow ups, and you in particular barely seemed to leave the medbay. Cups of coffee kept appearing on your desk with increasing frequency and Chapel seemed always to have brought an extra sandwich back from the mess, ‘just in case’. With only a few days left it had got to the point where there was only a handful of crew members who hadn’t booked an exam, mostly engineering officers and unsurprisingly, the Captain. You had sweet-talked Scotty into letting you track down his reluctant crew members on shift and force march them to an appointment, but Kirk was a different matter, the man was like a spectre, never where he was supposed to be. You knew that he did his damnedest to avoid medbay at all costs, and McCoy was the only person who managed to get him through the door while conscious with a combination of threatening, cajoling and downright deviousness. Chapel had warned you to expect his avoidance and not to take it personally, but you were so close to getting 100% attendance it was frustrating. “Hey, Doctor McCoy?” From behind his never ending stack of padds, McCoy saw a head peer tentatively round his office door. “What is it Y/L/N? I’m trying to finish these records before Chapel hypos my sorry ass.” He yawned and stretched. Starfleet command had grits for brains if they thought the physicals schedule was reasonable. “Sorry, I won’t keep you. It’s just the Captain…” McCoy’s head snapped up before you finished your sentence. “What’s the damned infant done now?” “Nothing, that’s the problem. He’s last on my list for the physicals, but he’s more slippery than an eel.” McCoy chuckled and sat back, “Yeah. Sounds about right for Jim. Welcome to my life! You need me to haul his ass down here just say the word.” “You think I want to give up that easily?” You raised an eyebrow and stuck out your chin stubbornly, and the doctor felt something twist in his gut. Of course you didn’t need his help. “With all due respect you gave me a job to do and I want to have one last try. I just might need to be away from my station for a little while?” McCoy cocked his eyebrow in return. “You do what you’ve got to do. But don’t be too hard on yourself if you can’t pin him down. Catching eels takes practice.” Well if that wasn’t a challenge.

Two hours later, you found yourself waiting in the Captain’s ready room. Lying in wait might be more accurate. Lieutenant Uhura had taken pity on you for your fruitless Kirk-hunt and had persuaded Commander Spock to hear you out. The First Officer had been surprisingly open to supporting your subterfuge. “The Captain’s health is of paramount importance to the efficient functioning of command, Nurse Y/L/N. As you have provided sufficient evidence to support your conclusion that all reasonable avenues to speak to him have failed, it is only logical to consider the unconventional,” Spock had responded. “Indeed, Doctor McCoy has himself had to employ unorthodox tactics on more than one occasion.” So he had gone to retrieve Kirk from the bowels of Engineering on the pretext that the Captain’s attention was required in his ready room. “If I neglect to mention that it is not I that requires his attention, it will not be a lie.” Spock’s mouth had curled an almost imperceptible fraction, and you had the distinct impression he would enjoy this. As you waited you were drawn to stare out of the panoramic floor to ceiling window behind Kirk’s desk. Medbay had no windows, so it was only off duty that you ever saw the stars warping in waves and swirls of light around the ship as it hurtled through the vastness of space. It was still novel enough to astound you. Mesmerised by the feeling of being inside a giant kaleidoscope, you were startled by the sound of the door opening and Captain Kirk’s voice. “What’s so important Spock, that you had to drag me away from my quality time with Mr Scott and the warp core?” He strode into the room. While his focus was fixed on his XO, you could immediately see how he could command the undivided attention of an entire room. There was something compelling in his manner and it made you nervous. Spock wordlessly inclined his head in your direction, and Kirk turned to look at you. You had adopted a stance with legs planted apart and arms crossed, ready for confrontation and hoping it conveyed a confidence that you certainly didn’t feel and more than a hint of displeasure. Kirk stopped in his tracks mouth open, looking between you and Spock. You raised an eyebrow hoping for additional effect and a shit-eating grin spread across his face. “Nurse, you’ve been spending too much time around Bones!” “Captain, with all due respect, you must just incite all medical professionals to eyebrow raising levels of exasperation.” Despite your words, your foot tapped nervously. “I’ve been looking for you, Sir.” Kirk laughed, and made his way over to take a seat in his chair behind the massive desk beside you. He indicated for you to do the same. “I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure Nurse…” “Y/L/N,” you supplied. “You would have had the pleasure sooner if you hadn’t been avoiding your physical, Sir.” “Straight to the point Y/L/N. I like that!” The Captain leaned in elbows on the desk, resting his chin on his fist. He looked at you intently. “Did Bones send you here to do his dirty work?” “No Sir. This was all my own initiative.” You smiled sweetly and continued, “So when can I book you in?” Refusing to be distracted by his startlingly blue eyes, you picked your padd up and pulled up the medbay schedule. Ignoring you, Kirk continued his own line of questioning. “You persuaded Spock to help you? To get me here under false pretences?” “Captain…” Spock interjected from behind you. “I know, I know, it was probably logical.” Kirk paused for a minute looking thoughtful. “Y/L/N I’m impressed. Listen, I’ll overlook all this,” he waved his hand vaguely, “and get my Yeoman to schedule something next week.” The shit-eating grin returned; you both knew the chances of that happening were slim.

You sighed and got to your feet. “I appreciate you making time in your busy schedule Captain.” He nodded a dismissal. “I’m sure Doctor McCoy won’t mind extending my deadline to accommodate you.” Kirk looked up at you with a frown. “Deadline Y/L/N?” “Yes Sir. End of Beta shift tomorrow is the deadline for all crew physicals. The Doctor put me in charge. Like I said I’m sure it will be fine.” You sighed again for effect. “I just wish I hadn’t taken his bet is all,” you added with a rueful smile. Spock quirked an eyebrow at you from across the room. “What bet?” The Captain asked curiously. “Oh, nothing much Sir. Doctor McCoy bet me that I wouldn’t be able to get every physical completed by the deadline. It’s not important. I mean he’ll be unbearable for days but…” You shook your head and shrugged and made as if to leave the ready room. Three, two, one… “Hold on there Nurse. What are the stakes in this bet?” You turned back slowly, wanting to dangle the lure a little closer, but not wanting to startle the fish. “A bottle of vintage bourbon. It’s silly, really, forget I said anything. Thank you for your time Captain.” You nodded at both of the senior officers and made a hasty but hopefully dignified exit, before scuttling across the bridge and into the turbolift. As soon as the door slid shut you slumped against the wall, shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter. Your little piece of deception might work or it might not, but bluffing like that had been kind of fun. Returning to the nurses station, you noticed McCoy watching from the other side of the department. He tilted his head at you in an unspoken question and you replied with a shrug.

There was an undeniable atmosphere of excitement tempered by utter exhaustion in Medbay the next day. It was the last day of the marathon that was physicals and in recognition of all the work done over the last few weeks, Christine had agreed that the team could dress up for Halloween if they wanted. McCoy had not disapproved, though he had vetoed the idea of ‘getting dressed up like a prize pig’ himself and that was about as much of an endorsement anyone could reasonably expect. He had arrived early and since there had been no overnight patients, he relieved Doctor M’Benga and the Gamma shift and set about replicating coffee. Checking the chrono he figured you would be arriving soon and so he left a steaming mug at your station and disappeared into his office. The coffee had become his little ritual, that started off as unspoken thanks but had continued beyond the shelf life of his initial gratitude. Truthfully, he had seen your smile whenever the mug was there and, observing your pleasure from afar, he didn’t question his motives too closely. Sure enough, he heard voices moments later - you and Chapel laughing over this ridiculous costume thing. He moved to stand in the doorway of his office, watching you help his Head Nurse, currently dressed as a witch, pin an arrangement of plastic bats into her hair. “So come on Y/F/N, let’s see yours!” “Oh, I totally cobbled it together last night. I didn’t exactly pack for fancy dress,” you laughed and shrugged off your oversize cardigan. You had borrowed a blue dress with a flared skirt from an ensign on your corridor, and adapted one of your uniform aprons to wear over it. Rummaging in a bag, you pulled out a wide blue ribbon and a battered fluffy white rabbit. You proceeded to tie the ribbon around your hair with a big bow and did a twirl. It was damned ridiculous really, but McCoy found himself thinking how blue suited you and before he knew it he’d left the safety of his doorway. “Alice! That’s cute.” Christine smiled.

“Appropriate,” McCoy said drily, making his presence known as he walked over, “most days on this ship I feel like I’ve disappeared down a damn rabbit hole. Nice bats Chapel.” He picked up the rabbit and looked at you with a quirk of his lip. “This yours?” You felt a flush rise. “Yes, he is. Don’t mock the rabbit.” You grabbed your bunny back with a huff. “So if we’re all in wonderland does that make you the Mad Hatter?” “Nope.” The doctor’s quirk grew into a rare full blown grin, dimples and everything. “Darlin’ our esteemed Captain has that role locked down. We’re all guests at his mad tea party.” “I’ll tell him you said so if he turns up today. Right, to work.” You sat down purposefully at your station, picking up the coffee waiting for you. Glancing up at McCoy you smiled knowingly, and he felt his stomach flip flop. Dammit. The day passed quickly, but approaching the end of Beta shift, there had been no sign of the Captain. You were just about ready to go and admit defeat to the doctor, when the doors to medbay swooshed open and in walked the man himself, apparently injury free and powered entirely under his own steam, closely followed by Spock. Sighting you at the autoclave, he made his way over, smirking. “Reporting for physical as ordered Ma’am!” You stared mutely, absolutely tempted to prod the man to make sure he wasn’t a figment of your imagination. The Captain winked, “I would have come earlier, but it’s more fun to snatch victory away from Bones in the final moments, don’t you think?” You nodded, making an odd sort of strangled sound. “Where do you want me?” Kirk asked waggling his eyebrows. “Um… take a seat in exam one and I’ll be right back.” You watched him saunter across medbay, and hustled over to Spock who was waiting with Nurse Chapel. “I can’t believe that actually worked.” You shook your head in disbelief. “I admit surprise that your… gambit resulted in success. I accompanied the Captain to see for myself that he reached his intended destination. You have indeed understood the motivations of the Captain where many have failed, myself included. I would posit that you are quite formidable when you wish to be Nurse Y/L/N.” Spock regarded you up and down. “You are dressed as Alice are you not?” You had forgotten that you were in costume. “Yes, Sir, for Halloween,” you nodded, slightly embarrassed. “I confess I do not understand the human custom for disguise, but I admit I have fond memories of my mother reading Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland to my sister and me as children.” He nodded crisply and left. Christine, unfazed as ever by the turn of events, nudged you out of your slightly bewildered stupor. “You’d best get the doctor, you should assist him with this one.” As if summoned, McCoy appeared behind you. “What did our Vulcan friend want?” “I’m not sure, but I think he liked my costume.” McCoy frowned in confusion. “And the Captain is in exam one, Sir. For his physical,” you added. With this additional surprising information, the doctor didn’t seem to know what to do with his face, and his eyebrows did a strange dance up and down his forehead. “You’re kidding me.” He looked to Christine for confirmation.

“Nope, she’s not.” The doctor spun on his heels and rolling your eyes at Christine you followed him into the Exam room. You nearly collided with his back as he stopped short, arms crossed, in front of Captain Kirk who was lying nonchalantly on the biobed, hands behind his head as if he was simply preparing to take a nap. “Bones!” he exclaimed sitting up. “Happy Halloween! I see Nurse Y/L/N here is a very fetching Alice,” he winked again, “and you, in that get-up you must be a hypo-wielding demon doctor, no?” “Unbelievable.” McCoy looked between you and the Captain, then seemed to recover from his shock and rolled his sleeves up. “You could have made a damned appointment like everyone else Jim. Let’s get this over with,” he grumbled. “You need my shirt on or off Nurse?” Kirk asked, blue eyes wide and innocent. McCoy snorted but before he could intervene you swatted your padd at the Captain. “Don’t you pretend this is your first physical, Sir. You know damn well you keep your clothes on. All of them.” He laughed, hands up in surrender. The rest of the exam was remarkably easy. McCoy couldn’t help sneaking a glance in your direction every so often, wondering, not for the first time, how you had achieved the impossible. As you were winding up, preparing a booster vaccine, Kirk turned to McCoy. “So Bones, don’t forget you owe Y/L/N that bottle of whiskey.” You fumbled the hypo, dropping it on the floor. McCoy looked at you curiously and you shook your head almost imperceptibly behind Kirk’s back. “Uh, just gotta get a new one of these,” you waved the hypo and disappeared out the door. “So,” Kirk looked speculatively after you with a grin, “she’s something else. No wonder the crew are knocking down the door for their physicals this year. I’m glad I finally had the pleasure of meeting the infamous Nurse Y/L/N. You know she doorstepped me in my own ready room doing a perfect impression of you. I like a woman with… I don’t know…” “Sass.” McCoy replied, “the word you are looking for is sass. And don’t even think about it Jim, my nurses are out of bounds.” He waved his tricorder warningly, ignoring the tight feeling in his chest as he realised the Captain, his friend, liked you. Few were resistant to his charms when he put his mind to it. “She’s more than sass and a pretty face, Jim. She’s smart and hard working and kind, and definitely too good for you so quit your flirting.” He punctuated each word with a jab of the scanner. Kirk looked innocently at McCoy. “I never said anything about a pretty face Bones.” As you came back in with the new hypo, something was off. The Captain was positively gleeful, and McCoy looked flustered. He told you to finish up and left the room as if someone had lit a fire under him. You administered the vaccine and rubbed the spot in Kirk’s neck to ease the sting. “That wasn’t so bad Captain, now was it?” “No. You’re better at it than Bones. I believe his bedside manner has been described by some as ‘questionable’.” You narrowed your eyes wondering just how much the Captain had been told about the conversation with McCoy. He smiled more genuinely at you than he had before. “I’m glad Bones has someone to keep him on his toes.” You laughed, “Chapel and I do our best. Between you and me I think she actually runs this place.” Kirk looked at you head on one side considering you carefully. After a moment he seemed to decide something, and he hopped off the bed and clapped you on the shoulder. “Keep up the good work Y/L/N.”

As the door closed behind him you breathed in deeply, then did a little victory dance round the bed. You didn’t notice the swoosh of the door opening again and it wasn’t until you did an undignified twirl with a final fist pump that you noticed McCoy was there shaking his head. “I am definitely down a rabbit hole.” He stepped in the room and leaned against the wall, arms folded. “You want to tell me how you managed that?” The doctor seemed to have regained his earlier composure, seemingly at the expense of your own. Your face was impossibly warm. “I don’t suppose you’d believe it was simple persistence?” you offered with a shrug, fiddling with your apron. “Nope.” He shook his head with a small smile. “I don’t doubt your stubbornness, but I’ve spent too long perfecting the art of Kirk-trapping to believe that.” You sighed and hopped up onto the biobed avoiding McCoy’s steady hazel gaze. Something about it made you at once unsettled and unable to lie. You’d seen him use it on patients to great effect, but only now realised it’s power. He waited. “Can’t a girl have any secrets?” you grumbled. “Ok, so Commander Spock helped me get to see the Captain and then I may have given him the impression that by turning up for his physical today he would help me win a bet with you,” you admitted, the words coming out in a rush. “Sorry Sir.” “You lied to the Captain and Spock helped you?” McCoy stared, his mouth open. “When you put it like that… well… yeah.” It sounded bad out loud. You had been too busy focussed on the end goal that you hadn’t thought much about the method. You hung your head. “And what exactly was the bet I’m supposed to have made?” “That I couldn’t get all the physicals finished by today. We bet a bottle of bourbon.” Your voice was small. “It seems like you and the Captain are always arguing about something, he seems like he enjoys getting one up on you…” you tailed off. “So let me get this straight,” he ran his hands through his hair and you looked away. “He thinks I lost a bet because of him? You used the Captain’s own competitive streak against him?” Before you could answer you were startled by a strange huffing noise coming from McCoy, which appeared to be the prelude to him throwing his head back and honest to god whooping with laughter. Too amazed to do anything, you just sat there waiting for the doctor to subside. Eventually he regained some control, and grinned at you. “Y/F/N, you are a goddamned evil genius.” McCoy shook his head. You smiled back in relief. “You know I think Commander Spock was trying to tell me something similar earlier. Chapel’s trained me well.” You winked and McCoy felt his stomach leap into his chest again. As you sat in silence he realised the sheer absurd perfection of the moment. Needing to say something before the silence got awkward he inclined his head towards the monitor behind you. “Your vitals are a little off. Do you have a headache?” You realised the biobed you were sitting on had picked up your readings. Always the doctor. You nodded. “I’ll give you a painkiller, but you need to take it easy, and get a proper meal.” He rummaged in the med cabinet. “Thanks Doctor.” You grinned mischievously. “Don’t say anything, but my commanding officer is a hardass, I’ve been working all the hours god sends lately. Crawling through Jeffries tubes after engineers just to keep him happy.” McCoy raised an eyebrow as he tilted your head to one side to expose your neck, trying to ignore how distractingly close you were and the smell of your hair as it moved. He administered the hypo gently, and rubbed the injection site. “Idiot,” he huffed. “I’ll tell your boss to give you the day off tomorrow.”

Chapel had looked at you curiously as you emerged from the exam room, but you had just mouthed ‘tell you later.’ God only knew what she thought had gone on in there. You took the doctor’s advice and went to get food from the mess. Though your shift had ended, when you were done you decided to go back to medbay and finish off the last logs for the physicals. You liked it at this time of night. It was quiet; Chapel had gone and only a skeleton staff for Gamma shift remained. M’Benga would have relieved McCoy by now. Though the lights had been dimmed for the two patients in overnight, you could see from across the room that something had been left on your workstation. As you approached, there, next to your battered old stuffed rabbit, was a bottle of bourbon. You unfolded the note attached to it and smiled. In unmistakable handwriting it simply said,‘Drink Me’. The lights were still on in the CMO’s office. You made an impulsive decision and grabbed the bottle, and a couple of clean mugs from the sink, and knocked on the door. “Enter!” You hit the release and stepped inside. McCoy sat on the couch along one wall, padd in one hand, handwritten papers discarded beside him. He always looked more approachable at the end of the day, when he was slightly rumpled. He looked up, brow furrowed. “Y/F/N, I thought you left?” “I had a couple of things to finish up.” You held the bottle up. “What’s this?” McCoy hoped that in the dim light you couldn’t see the faint flush across his cheeks. He answered gruffly, “Your winnings. A southern gentleman never welches on a bet. Even one he didn’t know he made.” “I don’t deserve it but thanks.” You shifted nervously from foot to foot. “Listen, my hardass boss gave me the day off tomorrow and I can’t drink this alone.” You waved the mugs in your other hand. “It’s not exactly classy, but have a drink with me?” You bit your lip waiting for a response. While things had changed between you and McCoy recently, he was your commanding officer and you still weren’t sure if he considered you as a friend as well as a colleague. There were probably a million reasons why it was good idea to refuse, but right now looking at your hopeful face the doctor couldn’t think of a single one. “Why not.” Pouring a couple of fingers into each mug, you smiled a little when you realised one was Stick McCoy. You handed it to the doctor and moved to sit on the other end of the couch, fussing with your skirt to be able to sit cross legged. “To the end of physicals!” You raised your drink. “And to evil genius nurses.” McCoy clinked with you and you both took a sip. He watched as you groaned in pleasure, closing your eyes and tipping your head back as the whiskey burned your throat, still wearing that damned ridiculous bow. His eyes traced the curve of your neck. Oh hell. There, underscored by the gentle familiar hums and beeps of medbay, McCoy finally admitted to himself that you mattered to him too much for things to ever go back to normal.

A/N: Thanks for all the lovely feedback on chapter 1! Hope its ok to tag a couple of people, I won’t be offended if you want to be removed!

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Al Swearengen's moral philosophy: "You can't cut the throat of every cock-sucker whose character it would boost." Spoken like a Founding Father that is true. He is the villain of David Milch's epic Western set in the mud and slime of an 1870s South Dakota gold-mining camp. At the center of it all (i.e., the saloon), Ian McShane's Al glowers, pours drinks, counts money and slices jugulars, in a frontier hellhole total of prospectors, whores, drunks and lost freaks looking for one last deadly fight to get in to (and often finding it at Al's spot). It was like McCabe & Mrs. Miller with mo Re depressing intercourse scenes. The first two seasons are strong gold, the third, flimsier, but Deadwood is about how communities get constructed – and every one of the dirty function that involves.

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'The West Wing' 1999-2006

Aaron Sorkin gave America the the first choice we didn't really deserve in the benevolent President Jed Bartlet of Martin Sheen, a high-toned Catholic professor from New Hampshire. Premiering in late 1999, The West Wing played the same as a Bubba-period fantasy of the way the political potential would appear (like in case the Democrats had a little more bravery, or in the event the Republicans had a theory or two) that soon ended up being utterly out of step with the Bush-Cheney years. But Sorkin's trademark rapid-fire dialogue as well as the Bartlet administration's idealism created this a parallel-universe that was a welcome.

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'Louie' 2010-Present

Louis C.K.'s stubbornly auteurist FX sit-com doesn't look or sense like any such thing else on Television – he writes, directs and stars as himself, a single-dad stand up comic in New York. If Louie wants to display himself in the car air-drumming to "Who Are You?" and mortifying his daughters, he goes for this. If he desires to abandon the half hour comedy format completely for an extended indie-movie vibe with Charles Grodin and Ellen Burstyn, he does that too. Louis C.K. May vanish in to his own head for whole seasons, however totally original emotional peaks are also hit by him just like the one when he inadvertently makes a buddy that is male and travels to Miami. (No, it does not last.)

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'Star Trek' 196669

The Star-Ship Enterprise took off using a five-year mission: "To discover odd new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations," and it succeeded in making the most beloved of sci-fi franchises, maybe not just inspiring countless spin offs but also codifying fan fiction as an art form. Gene Roddenberry's original collection remains the the inspiration, with William Shatner's awesomely pulpy Capt. Kirk, Leonard Nimoy's logical Mr. Spock, Bones, Sulu, Uhura and Scotty. They speak to strange and inexplicable lifeforms – Romulans, Gorns, Joan Collins. During its three years, Star Trek endured low ratings until NBC pulled the plug, but thanks to the most doggedly faithful of TV cults (remember when "Trekkie" was an insult?), Roddenberry's vision lives long and prospers to the day.

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EdFringe 2019 / Lewis Doherty on BOAR

Armed with just a chair, Lewis Doherty uses physical theatre to embark on an epic quest immersing the audience in a larger than life, Game of Thrones-style adventure. With the King’s daughter captured by the legendary Gorn the Dragon, Lewis’ latest character BOAR sets out on a heroic journey to collect the biggest bounty in the land and save Skadi from destruction.

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An hour outside of Los Angeles, you’ll find Vasquez Rocks - a 25 million year old rock formation that has become a popular filming destination. Most notably it was the filming location for an epic battle between Kirk and an alien named Gorn in the first series. It is so popular that the main rock formation is now referred to as “Kirk’s Rock”. With that said, I was delighted when the cloud above “Kirk’s Rock” resembled a spaceship.

#nature #landscape #vasquezrocks #sunset #star trek

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Get Them While They’re hot in Steam’s Lunar New Year Sale

Last week Oculus rolled out a bunch of new deals for Oculus Rift users including several planned free weekends. Now the PC behemoth that is Steam has unleashed its latest sale to rid you of your hard earned money. Termed the Lunar New Year Sale – for Chinese New Year if you hadn’t realised – there’s plenty of discounts available on new and older virtual reality (VR) titles.

Is there a videogame that you’ve been dying to play, your simply found a hole in your library of VR titles that needs filling with a particular genre, well there’s probably going to be something that’ll catch your eye. There’s way too many titles for VRFocus to start listing here so we’ve just chosen a few choice examples that are definitely worth your time and cash.

How about the recently released Sairento VR for example, where you get to be a warrior ninja bouncing all over the shop and cutting down enemies with a hail of bullets or a well placed slice from a Katana. Achieving four-stars in VRFocus’ recent review, Sairento VR is currently discounted by 15 percent, dropping the cost from £22.99 GBP down to £19.54.

Or how about Bethesda Softworks’ Fallout 4 VR. The epic adventure into the post apocalyptic world of the Common Wealth is one of the biggest releases of 2017, gaining a five-star rating from VRFocus, saying: “What Bethesda has done with Fallout 4 VR is create the ultimate Fallout experience.” There’s a 30 percent discount for Fallout 4 VR, bringing the cost down to £27.99 rather than £39.99.

There’s also VR classic Battlezone from Rebellion. One of VRFocus’ favourite VR videogames, the tank-based combat experience is like Tron dialled up to eleven. As it’s been out for a while there’s a massive 66 percent saving available, reducing the cost from £29.99 to a cheap and cheerful £10.19.

Other titles include: Superhot, GORN, ROM: Extraction, Space Pirate Trainer, Ultrawings, DOOM VFR, Sports Bar VR, I Expect You to Die and many, many more. The Steam Lunar New Year Sale runs from today until 19th February, 2018. As always, VRFocus will endeavour to keep you updated on all of the latest VR deals and sales as they appear.

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Best Tv Shows All Time

'The Daily Show' 1996-Present

The fa-Ke information display that became mo-Re credible as opposed to news that is real. Comedy Central started The Everyday Show in 1996, but it hit its stride when Jon Stewart took over in 1999. The Everyday Present got more politically abrasive as the the headlines got worse. Stewart had the rage of a man who'd signed on in the conclusion of the Bill Clinton years, only to finish up with an America much more scary and more ugly for, as well as the anger showed. "It's a comic box lined with unhappiness," he informed Rolling Stone in 2006. While the franchise struggles on without him, Samantha Bee and Daily alumni John Oliver keep that hard-hitting spirit alive on their shows.

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'The Office (U.K.)' 2001 03

Ricky Gervais created one of TV's most agonizing comic tyrants in David Brent – a bitter, awkward, pompous ball of vanities terrorizing his workers at a London paper company. He fidgets, fondles his tie, cracks awful jokes, plays guitar ("Free Love Freeway"!), invisible to anyone except the longsuffering office drones who need to put up with him. This mockumentary raised the cringe level of sitcoms everywhere, spawning the surprisingly fantastic U.S. version (also on this checklist) while paving the way for the glories of Parks & Re-Creation and Peepshow.

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'Sesame Street' 1969-Present

No kiddie present has ever been as fiercely beloved as this urban utopian fantasy, emerge a brownstone neighborhood populated by a multi racial cast of smiling adults, a gigantic yellow chicken, a grouch in a garbage can, and z/n-loving vampires, plus many talking letters and figures. It's great songs, but most important, Sesame h-AS soul, which can be why the air h-AS stayed sweet for 40 years – or as the Count would say, 4-5! 46! 47 years!

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'The Sopranos' 1999 2007

The crime saga that slice the the history of TV kicking off a golden age when abruptly something seemed possible. With all The Sopranos, David Chase smashed all the rules about just how much you could get away with on the little screen. And he created an immortal American antihero in James Gandolfini's Nj Mob boss, Tony Soprano over a crew of gangsters who double as damaged husbands and dads, men seeking to live using their murderous secrets and dark memories. As the late, great Gandolfini told Rolling Stone in 2001, "I noticed David Chase say one time that it is about people who lie to themselves, as we all do. Lying to ourselves on a daily basis as well as the mess it creates." What an inspiring mess it is. This particular poll was run away with by the Sopranos as the planet was altered by it. Chase showed how much story telling ambition tv could be brought to by you, and it didn't take long for everybody else to to go up to his problem. The breakthroughs of the next few years – The Wire, Mad Guys, Breaking Bad – could not have happened without The Sopranos kicking the door down. But Chase had a tough time convincing any community to take on a story of a guilt- while his mom plots to destroy him, gangster who goes to therapy. "We'd no idea this show would appeal to folks," he told Rolling Stone. "The show really unexpectedly made this type of splash that it screwed all of US up." The Sopranos stored heading having a wild mix of humor and blood shed for the long bomb over six masterful seasons on HBO. When FBI agents tell Uncle Junior which mobsters they want him to finger, he says using a shrug, "I want to fuck Angie Dickinson – let us see who gets lucky first." The Sopranos is full of damaged characters who linger on in the long term parking of our national imagination – Edie Falco's Carmela, Dominic Chianese's Junior, Michael Imperioli's Christopher, Tony Sirico's Paulie Walnuts. E Street Band guitarist Steve Van Zandt became Tony's lieutenant Silvio – Chase spotted him on early Bruce Springsteen album addresses. (As Chase told Rolling Stone, "There was something about the E Street Band that looked the same as a crew.") It might not have been possible without Gandolfini's slow-burning intensity – he was the only actor who could deliver Tony's angst to life. But the writing, directing and acting went locations Television had never attained before. The Sopranos arguably hit its imaginative peak with all the well-known Pine Barrens episode, where Christopher and Paulie Walnuts wander away in the woods, realizing the gangster they tried to whack is still out there-in the darkness. They shiver in the cold. ("It is the the fuckin' Yukon out there!") They wait. And worry. The Sopranos never solved this mystery – for all we know, the Russian is nonetheless atlarge, however another key these guys can't shake off. In the streets, family loyalties flip, both on The Sopranos and a-T home. Beloved characters can get whacked at any given moment. It stored that perception of risk alive proper up to the ultimate seconds. And not quite a decade after it faded to black in a Jersey diner together with the juke-box playing "Do Not Cease Believin'," The Sopranos stays the standard all ambitious TV aspires to meet.

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'Friday Night Lights' 200611

"Obvious eyes, total hearts, cannot drop" is the golden-rule in a dusty Texas town where everybody else lives and dies for the large college football team. But Friday Night Lights isn't truly about football s O much as family, perform, class, the bitter flavor of dashed goals, with Kyle Chandler as Coach Taylor, Connie Britton as wife Tami and Taylor Kitsch as Tim Riggins – the most most notable of the many vulnerable kids who go through the Panthers' locker room. Riggins' tale becomes particularly moving after his grid iron glory fades and genuine existence beats him down.

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'Star Trek' 196669

The Starship Business took off using a five-year mission: "To explore unusual new worlds, to to locate new life and new civilizations," and it succeeded in making the most beloved of sci fi franchises, maybe not just inspiring numerous spin-offs but also codifying fan fiction as a creative art form. Gene Roddenberry's original sequence stays the the inspiration, with William Shatner's awesomely pulpy Capt. Kirk, Leonard Nimoy's logical Mr. Spock, Bones, Sulu, Uhura and Scotty. They make contact with strange and inexplicable lifeforms – Romulans, Gorns, Joan Collins. During its three years, Star Trek suffered from low ratings till NBC pulled the plug, but thanks to the most doggedly faithful of Television cults (re-member when "Trekkie" was an insult?), Roddenberry's vision lives long and prospers to this day.

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'Mad Men' 200715

The American desire and how exactly to sell it – aside from Don Draper as well as the hustlers of Sterling Cooper, selling is the American dream. Mad Men became a sensation as soon as it appeared, partly due to the glam surface – a New York advert agency in the JFK period, all sex and money and liquor and cigarettes – but mostly as it was an audaciously adult drama which wasn't about cops or robbers (or medical practioners or lawyers), staking out new story-telling territory. Jon Hamm's womanizing ad man, Don, is a genius a-T shaping other people's goals and fantasies, but he can not e-Scape his own loneliness – he's a con-man who stole the identification of a lifeless Korean War officer and constructed a new life out of lies. "A good marketing individual is like an artist, channeling the lifestyle," creator Matthew Weiner told Rolling Stone. "They're supporting a mirror saying, 'This is the way you desire you were. That is the thing you're scared of.'" A room can be reduced by Don to tears although the content family memories he is attempting to sell are a fraud. There was nothing on TV as seductive as Mad Men before – and years later, there still isn't.

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'Deadwood' 200406

Al Swearengen's moral philosophy: "you-can't cut the throat of every cock-sucker whose character it would improve." Spoken just like a Founding Father that is true. He is the villain of David Milch's epic Western set in the mud and slime of an 1870s South Dakota gold-mining c AMP. In the middle of it all (i.e., the saloon), Ian McShane's Al glowers, pours drinks, counts money and slices jugulars, in a frontier hell-hole total of prospectors, whores, drunks and dropped freaks looking for one last fatal battle to get in to (and often discovering it a T Al's place). It was like McCabe & Mrs. Miller with mo Re depressing sex scenes. The first two seasons are solid gold, the third, flimsier, but Deadwood is about how communities get built – and every one of the dirty work that requires.

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'Cheers' 1982 93

You require a spot where everyone knows your title – even if it's just a dive bar in Boston full of regulars with no place else to go. Cheers started with a focus on the mismatched romantic banter between Ted Danson's washedup Red-Sox pitcher Sam and Shelley Long's up-tight book-worm Diane. ("Over my dead body!" "Hey, don't b-ring last evening in to this.") By attracting new blood like Kelsey Grammar, Kirstie Alley and Woody Harrelson, but it regularly renewed it self. Cheers was to the purpose where you could tune in to see which regulars would hang tonight.

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