Jones, A Star Trek Soap

9 Working

'Jenny you getting those records for me?' Jim called from the bridge.

'You've got legs Jim. Use them.'

'Show some respect for your captain.' He pushed out his bottom lip.

'I don't work for you. Can you focus your time on getting me to Qhillio?' She rolled her eyes.

'Geesh some one hasn't taken their happy pills this morning.'

'I hate being cooped up like this.' She scowled, picking at her nail.

'Go check botanical then. Sulu has some cool weeds down there.'

'They're not weeds they're flowers.' Sulu replied from the console with a sniff.

'Where's botanical?' Jenny cut in.

'Down a couple floors, past Medbay.' Jim waved a hand vaguely.

She nodded and walked to the lift.

'Who is she?' One of the yellow shirts asked.

'Who?' Chekhov looked up, curls awry.

'That woman. The one who always sasses Kirk.'

'That's Captain Kirk.' Jim cast an arm over his chair, sprawling comfortably.

'She never calls you that.' The yellow shirt scoffed.

'Show some respect ensign. She's a visitor, and how I choose to treat my crew is my responsibility.' Jim cut back.

The yellow shirt shut up, and all was quiet again on the bridge.

Meanwhile down in botanical, Jenny was examining the weird flowers Sulu had carefully potted and classified.

Her eyes were drawn to a beautiful earth orchid that now seemed plain in comparison with all the other exotic flora.

'They're beautiful aren't they?' A familiar southern drawl made her turn away from the plants.

'You following me McCoy? She grinned.

'I'm on my lunch break.' He shrugged, returning the grin.

'And you just had to come down to botanical?' She raised a dark eyebrow.

'Some one's gotta stop you from makin' a mess.'

'Rude. I've seen your room, it's a disaster.' She shoved out her right hip, her hands resting on them accusingly.

'I'm a busy man!'

'So busy you're wasting time with me in the greenhouse?' She gave him a look.

'I'm a doctor not a cleaner!' He protested.

'Oh my bad.' She looked away from him deliberately, smiling.

'Doctor McCoy!'

'Did you hear that?' Jenny turned.

'I didn't hear...'

'Doctor McCoy! Doctor McCoy!' A nurse came hurrying in.

In an instant his carefree expression vanished, replaced with professional steel. 'What's the situation?'

'Cephlapod with four broken legs. The bones are sticking out, loosing oil fast.' The nurse gabbled, and he followed her swiftly.

'Jenny come with me, we could do with every set of hands.' He didn't take his eyes off the nurse as they broke into a run.

'Cephlapods have got eight arms don't they?' Jenny panted.

'Nope, eight legs. Unlike octopus or whatever, they have bones. Ceph-lapod. Not cepha-lo-pod.' He corrected, skidding into Medbay.