Jones, A Star Trek Soap

8 Waiting

Jenny crossed another day off mentally.

Soon I'll be able to get my money and take a nice holiday.

'You sleeping on duty there?' Bones asked.

'Nope.' She blinked the thought out of her mind and focused on her task.

'Good cause I need those arranging.'

'I'm doing it.' She sighed, playing idly with one of the silver containers.

She'd been given a crate of metal cylinders to organise, according to contents. From what she could tell it was medicine for hypodermics, but she was no expert.

McCoy is the hypo guy around here.

She could vaguely hear Bones talking to another nurse as she shuffled the tube thingies half-heartedly.

The day seemed to drag on, and her legs felt heavy as she started to trudge back to her room.

'Jenny!'

A familiar voice stopped her short.

'What's up McCoy it's been a long day.'

'Nothin' I just figured you might want a drink.' He stuck his hands in his pockets.

'Depends what you have.' Jenny replied casually.

They both flashed back to the Krishan whisky incident and cringed.

'Whatever we can find in Chekhov's locker.' He shrugged.

'I can't believe you're stealing from that adorable Russian boy!' Jenny exclaimed.

'I'm not stealing anything he said I could drink whatever I could find. The kid's barely legal anyway.' Bones snorted.

'Well when you put it like that, count me in.' She replied, turning to walk to the lifts, before looking over her shoulder to see why he wasn't following.

'I left the drink at my room, I'll have to get it.' Bones said by way of explanation.

'Is yours the same as all of these or does the head medical officer get an upgrade?' She teased.

'You can come see if you want.' He answered gruffly.

'Did you just invite me to your room?' She asked with a sparkle in her eye.

'No!' He flushed.

'Oh my, you did. I'm not sure if that's entirely appropriate doctor McCoy.' She said in pretend shock.

'It wasn't like that. Besides if I were to ask a woman to my room I'd say something like "my bed would look a lot prettier with you in it".' He scoffed.

'Slow down there McCoy don't waste all your good lines on me.'

He rolled his eyes but grinned all the same as they started to walk to his room.

He swiped his key card and pushed open the door. 'See? Just the same as everyone's.'

'It doesn't look much the rooms of a seductive doctor.' Jenny remarked, poking her head around.

'You're not funny.' He walked inside and went to the little fridge.

'Maybe I am, a little bit.' She grinned.

'I'm getting the drink from the fridge and then we're leaving.' He took out the bottle and closed the fridge door.

'What is it?' Jenny asked in interest as they walked out, the previous banter forgotten.

'It seems to be brandy.' He frowned, attempting to read the label.

Jenny pulled a face.

'Not a brandy girl?' He asked in surprise.