In Sickness

[sharpestscalpel]

He had a mental schedule, dammit. And varying from it pissed him right the fuck off. So when Chapel was late - didn't even have the goddamn pissing courtesy to call and let him know she was going to be fucking late - it pissed him right the fuck off.

Other M'Benga had shown up the fuck on time. What the shit was Chapel's goddamn malfunction?

McCoy pulled his comm out but before he could thumb it to call his wayward nurse, the door slide open and that little yeoman Uhura was using limped in.

Fucking goddamn shitting hell.

"What the fuck happened to you?"

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[janis-shrugged.livejournal.com]

Dammit. The smile and the words were at odds. Confusing, and dangerous. And Rand didn't have a lot of experience as a spy.

"I'm just her yeoman," she said. "I bring coffee. Why would she show me anything?"

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

"Because she needs to be able to trust people."

It was plain to McCoy, like he'd read it in her med chart. It was in how she'd trusted Kirk when they were plotting together and in how she trusted that boy Chekov now.

She didn't trust widely - and she didn't trust Kirk or McCoy with an inch now. But she needed it so she didn't feel so all alone.

McCoy'd bet credits - and he wasn't a betting man - that Uhura hadn't fucked Chekov but she might just when it came to this little morsel. Made things more interesting. The game had more players now.

"Chekov's away and you're at her beck and call - bet she can't help but want to trust you, with your big eyes and sincere work ethic."

[janis-shrugged.livejournal.com]

Those eyes narrowed now, keen to the mockery. "Maybe she did," she offered. "But why did you?"

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"Why do I need to keep it secret? For that matter, why does she?"

He cocked an eyebrow at her and pushed himself up from the edge of her bed.

"Twenty-five minutes. I'll be back before then."

[janis-shrugged.livejournal.com]

She looked after him, not saying anything further. Maybe there was no reason to keep it a secret, but they had done up until now--and Uhura had very clearly been demonstrating something to her last night. For that matter, she thought McCoy had been pretty conscious in his own actions. Weighing whether she was already in the know.

Maybe it wasn't a secret, but neither was in the habit of advertising.

She sat back and waited.