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Unlucky in Love
by Djinn
The corridors seemed to be
closing in around her, and Chapel slipped into the first unoccupied conference
room she came to. Breathing deeply, she
tried to compose herself, tried to forget that the man she'd left Emergency Ops
for and followed onto this damned ship had just told her their relationship
wasn't working. For him.
It had been working just fine
for her.
She wiped her eyes, wished
there was a mirror in the room. Then she
headed back out into the corridor, stopping a moment to get her bearings. This new Enterprise
was confusing and big and not the home the first one had been. Why had she thought coming here would be a
good idea? Why had she followed a
man...again? She'd promised herself
she'd never go down this road again.
"You're a long way from
sickbay." A gentle voice, familiar
and one that always made her feel safe.
"Are you lost, Chris?"
There was no mocking in Kirk's voice.
She turned, smiled at him and
prayed that he wouldn't be able to see she'd been crying. "I may be a little turned around." She tried to hide her embarrassment with a
laugh. "I navigated fine through
Decker's refits, but this new ship of yours is another thing altogether."
He narrowed his eyes, and she
knew he could tell she was upset. But he
didn't say anything, just eased her over to the side panel. "Let me show you the latest and greatest
in personal navigation." He held
his palm over a dark panel and it lit up, showing a small schematic of the
ship. "Sickbay," he murmured, and
the schematic changed, showing where they were and how to get to sickbay.
"Thanks." She turned to go.
"You were visiting
Commander Wainwright?"
"On my break,
sir." She sounded far too
defensive.
He waved the words away, as
if that wasn't where he'd been going with it.
"John's a fine engineer."
John. He'd been the one Kirk had
selected. She'd just come along for the
ride.
She nodded.
"And uh...popular."
Much more popular than Chapel
had been aware. They'd only been on the
ship a week, and he'd found someone to replace her. Lots of someones, actually.
Kirk looked
uncomfortable. "I don't make it a
policy to interfere in my officers' romantic lives."
"Then don't start
now." The words came out much
sharper than she meant them to. Blushing,
she turned to meet his eyes. "I'm
sorry."
He didn't seem angry, was
looking at her with something that seemed too close to pity for comfort. "For a big ship, it's a small
place. I see things."
He'd probably seen this
coming long before she had. "Bully
for you, sir."
This time he did look
irritated with her. "I'm trying to
help."
"You can't. The man I'm in love with wants to be
free. To play the field. I'll get over it, sir. I'm quite good with heartache. In fact, it's normally my steady state." She walked away, hating that what she'd said
had sounded so self-pitying.
He caught up with her and
they walked along in silence for a bit. Glancing
at him, she wondered if his sudden desire for her company was an indication of
sadism or masochism, or both. She
decided not to ask--she'd said enough stupid things to her captain already--and
settled for glaring at him.
He sighed and looked away.
"I guess you can see why
he left me?" She winced at her tone. Gods above, she was pathetic.
He stopped. "Since you're hurting, I'm going to let
all of this go."
"That's not an answer to
my question."
He turned slowly, his eyes
not letting hers go. "Wainwright's
an idiot. There's your answer." He finally looked away, his jaw tight.
"Thanks."
He shrugged, as if his
patience had run out and then some.
"Unfortunately, he's an
idiot that I'm going to have to see. On
the ship. All the time. With other women." At least when she'd been infatuated with Spock,
she'd been spared that. No one could call
Spock a player. Or at least not when he
was in his right mind.
"Why do you think I
don't get involved with people on my ship?"
"You have much better
judgment?"
He laughed softly, but she
knew it was with her, not at her.
"Time does heal all wounds."
"Just not always as fast
as we'd like."
"That's regrettably
true." With a last shake of his
head, he left her alone.
She headed for the lift and
sickbay to bury herself in her work. She
was good at that.
-------------
Chapel sat in the most out-of-the-way
bar she could find on the Starbase. It
wasn't as out of the way as she would have liked. She could hear two of her shipmates ranking
the men on the Enterprise. John's name came up--rather high on the
charts--and she took her drink to a booth near the front where she wouldn't
hear the gory details of why he'd merited that rating
She saw Kirk coming down the
corridor with Sulu and Scotty. He nodded
to her as he passed, and she tried to smile back. She was halfway through her third drink when he
came back down the corridor, this time alone.
"So, how far on the road
to drunk are you?" he asked, sliding into the seat opposite her.
"Not far. And I don't recall inviting you on my journey."
"No, neither do
I." He nodded to the bartender and
pointed to what she was having.
When the bartender brought
the drink over, Chapel pushed her empty glass at him for a refill.
Before he could take it, Kirk
shook his head. "Bring the lady a
water."
"I'm in the mood for something
stronger."
"Tough." He gave the man a "Shouldn't you be gone?"
look, and the man hurried away.
"Why are you doing
this?"
"What am I
doing?" He sipped at his
drink. "Having a drink with an old
friend, is all."
"Right." She took the water the bartender brought and downed
a healthy swallow. She really was
thirsty--as a doctor, she knew booze was dehydrating; as a woman in pain, she
didn't care. "I know you were stuck
with me."
His frowned, wrinkling his
brow in a way she didn't remember him doing when he was younger. "I don't follow."
"You wanted John. And we were a package deal."
He started to laugh
softly. "We really need to work on
your self-esteem."
"What does that mean?"
He threw back his drink. "I wanted you on the ship, and John was
part of the deal. I wasn't all that keen
on having him here." He leaned
in. "I knew what a disruptive
influence he could be, but he was with you and seemed to have settled
down. So I reassessed my earlier
rejection."
She stared at him. "You turned him down before?"
He nodded.
"When?"
He seemed to think back. "About six months ago. We were filling some key posts in
engineering."
Six months. One month before John had found her in the
bar the Ops crew frequented and pitched some major woo. A very long, drunken night. Just another one-night stand, she'd
thought. A safe thing.
And then he'd come back to the bar the next night. And the next.
And the next.
She'd gone back into medicine
for him. To be with him. Sighing, she took another drink of water,
wishing it were something stronger. "He
used me."
"Seems so."
"How did he even know
that you would take him if he were with me?"
He smiled gently. "You're part of my original crew. When haven't I taken care of any of
you?"
That much was certainly
true. "I don't know if I feel
better or worse knowing he used me--that this wasn't personal."
"Can't help you with
that." He patted her hand, slid out
of the booth. "Don't drown your
sorrows. He's not worth it."
She sipped at her water as
she watched him walk away. Glancing over
at the women who'd been assessing John, she saw that they were watching
Kirk. Then one of them looked over at
her, a strange look on her face. She
said something to the other woman, and they got up and left. But not without another of those looks from
the first one.
Chapel finally realized the
expression was envy.
People really did see what
they wanted to.
-------------------
The mess was empty, plenty of
chairs to be had, but Chapel saw John walking toward her. He took the seat opposite her and gave her
the grin she used to love.
"Slumming?" Her voice was bitter. She hated giving him that.
His grin faded, and he stared
at her with something akin to bemusement.
"We had some fun times, didn't we?"
They had. But she hadn't been short on fun when she'd
met him. It just hadn't been long-term
fun. She nodded tightly. "I know you used me."
"And you didn't use me
right back? You weren't exactly hard to
land."
"No, I guess I
wasn't. I was stupid enough to consider
it love."
"Well, Chrissie, that
was your mistake." He took her
hand. "Although I do care about
you."
She jerked her hand
away. "Sure you do."
"Come on. I let you down easy. And I tried to make it work."
"For a week? You consider that trying?"
"Actually, for me, it
is. If we held a longevity contest, you'd
win."
She sighed. It was so sad to think she was the champ of
his relationships.
"No hard
feelings?" He gave her his handsome
smile--why had she never noticed how calculated it was?
"Fine." She was too tired to fight about this.
"Great." He pushed food around his plate for a
minute. "So why the grudge? Why make him ride me?"
"What?"
"My last landing
party. The captain wasn't what you'd
call friendly."
"That wasn't my
doing." Although it made her sort
of happy. "Did you deserve to be
ridden?"
"No." He leaned back, pushing his tray away. "Well, okay, maybe I was spending more
time getting to know Lieutenant Jamison than I should have been."
"The captain likes his
crew to actually pay attention to their duties.
Maybe you should keep your mind on your job and not on interrupting
someone else's."
"Did you hate me
interrupting you in sickbay when we first got here?"
"I didn't. But if the captain had caught us, I'd have expected
a dressing down." She picked up her
tray. "My appetite is gone. Can't imagine why."
He stopped her, his hand on
her wrist. "Don't make this ugly,
Christine."
"You leave me alone, and
I'll return the favor." She stared
down at his hand on her wrist until he let go, then she walked away, trying to
ignore that her hands were shaking as she put her tray in the recycler.
"He's an ass," she
heard someone say.
Turning, she saw one of the
women who'd been in the bar. "I'm
sorry, what?"
"Wainwright. He's a real jerk. I found that out the hard way." She laughed brittlely. "Pretty soon we can start a club of
haters."
Chapel glanced back where he
was watching them, a look of wariness on his face--but no remorse. "He's a piece of work, that's for sure." She patted the other woman on the
shoulder. "My advice is to let it
go. He's not worth it."
The captain had been dead on
about that.
------------------
The lounge was packed with
crew watching talent night. Chapel sat
with Uhura and Scotty in one of the rear rows of chairs, laughing at the comedy
routine that was being performed. When
it was over and the ad-hoc stagehands were moving furniture around for the next
act, she noticed Uhura whispering something in Mister Scott's ear, and he
nodded with a big grin.
"We'll be right
back," Uhura said.
"Well, maybe not right back." Scotty winked at her.
"Have fun." Chapel smiled, and realized it didn't hurt to
imagine others happy in love the way it had when John had first ditched
her. She scanned the room, saw him
sitting with an ensign who'd just transferred on.
"Enjoying the
show?" Kirk asked as he sat down next to her.
"I am."
"Too bad Uhura and
Mister Scott couldn't say the same."
His eyes were twinkling in a way that told her he knew exactly why the
pair had disappeared.
"Yes, given the option,
I'd choose the amateur comedy club over...other things."
He laughed softly. "Ever
since Spock's brother hijacked my ship, they've been enjoying other
things." He shook his head. "At least someone got something good out
of that."
"Not your finest
hour?"
"Uh, no. Let's change the subject." He glanced over where she'd been looking but
didn't comment.
"John's a busy boy."
"He does seem to
be." He lost the tolerant look he'd
had when Ny and Scotty were the topic.
"Do I even know who he's with?"
"Nope. New meat.
I checked her in this morning."
"Man wastes no
time."
"It's eye opening. And not in a good way." She smiled gently to show him she was okay
with the painful lesson.
"What I can't figure out
is why you couldn't see through him."
He was talking low, the conversation just for them.
"Because I'm known for
my excellent judgment in relationships?"
He looked surprised. "Actually, you are. Korby was a good man, despite
everything. And Spock, while perhaps not
the most emotionally available, is certainly a decent guy. But Wainwright...?" His mouth twisted a bit.
"I was coming off a
string of short-lived relationships.
That was sort of the norm in Ops."
"Was that your
norm?" He sounded surprised at her.
"Are you
judging?"
"Don't get
mean." He leaned in. "I guess I think of you as
monogamous."
"I am. Repeatedly so." At his smile, she sighed. "It was easier in Ops to find a nice
outsider. Preferably someone in town for
a short stay. Have fun, move on. No harm, no foul. No complications. Like
you, we tended not to mess in our nest."
"It's a good
policy."
"And then John came out
of nowhere. A great-looking man
interested in something more. I guess
the time was perfect for him to show up.
I was..."
"Ready for something
more? Maybe a little lonely?"
She met his eyes, saw only
understanding. "You got it." She shook her head. "Unfortunately, a little lonely equaled a
lot vulnerable in this case. And stupid." She leaned back and studied him. "You're not...riding him on my account,
are you?"
"Did he tell you I
was?"
"Sort of."
"You two are still
talking?" There was surprise--and
something else she couldn't identify--in his voice.
"Not intentionally."
The amount of rancor in her voice seemed
to cheer him up. "He kind of
cornered me."
"Ah. Well, no, I'm not riding him on your
behalf. I'd do the same even if he
hadn't been an ass to a friend of mine.
Bad behavior is bad behavior."
"No argument from
me. I just wanted to make sure it
wasn't...personal."
"I don't like what he
did. But I'm not going to let it get in
the way of day-to-day operations--or my assessment of his performance of his
duties."
"Okay, then. Let's drop the subject."
"It's
dropped." He motioned toward the
stage. "They're just about ready.
You think our two lovebirds are coming back anytime soon?"
"Odds are slim to
none."
He grinned. "Good.
Because I like the view from here."
Glancing at him, she saw he
was looking toward the stage with a serious expression.
Then his lips cocked up just
a bit, as if he knew how that had sounded.
"Do I have to rephrase?"
"Not on my
account."
"We really do need to
work on that self-esteem." His grin
was warm and made her laugh softly. He
sat back, his arm bumping hers and she shifted in her seat to make room. "It's all right," he said softly.
She leaned back, letting her
arm come to rest against his. It felt
odd to sit like that.
Then the performance--a very
funny scene from a twentieth-century play--started, and she let herself be
drawn into the moment. Kirk's arm
pressed against hers harder as he laughed, then he'd pull away again. She glanced at him, decided he was just
enjoying himself.
Nothing wrong with that. He needed time
off as much as any of them did.
------------------
Sickbay was quiet, dimly lit
so the few patients in it could sleep undisturbed. Chapel turned away from her screen, rubbing
her eyes. She heard the main doors open,
walked out of her office, and saw Kirk coming across the room. She heard him tell the nurse who'd risen to
meet him that he just needed to see Doctor Chapel.
"Little late for you,
isn't it?" She'd changed to Gamma shift
when John had broken up with her and had found she liked it.
"We've got to get you
back on Alpha shift." He motioned
her into her office.
"Why? Everyone wants Alpha. I actually like this shift." She watched as he closed the door to her
office. "Something on your
mind?"
"Not really the body
part that something's on." He
seemed to be blushing. "Okay, this
is more embarrassing than I'd originally thought. And I ranked it pretty high to begin with."
"Did you have a little
too much fun with the Mandagrians?"
She'd heard the captain had been quite taken with the head of the
delegation. And vice versa.
"I think so." He made a sheepish face as Chapel scanned
him. "But she was so sweet."
"That's what you get for
going where no man has gone before."
She checked the readings.
"Although it looks like plenty have gone wherever it was you
were."
"Very funny." He grimaced.
"Bones said my shots were up to date."
"They are. This is new." She patted his arm. "New and interesting, not new and
bad. If I don't say where I got the
sample, can I study this?"
He rolled his eyes. "You can do whatever you want with it so
long as you fix me. It itches like
crazy."
"Sorry." She stepped out of her office into the main
area, grabbing the combination of drugs she needed. "This should do the trick." She shot him in the arm with the
mixture. "The itching should stop
in about five minutes. The infection
should respond to the antibiotic treatment I gave you. But just in case, come back in a few days,
and I'll make sure the infection is gone."
"Thanks." He didn't seem to be in a hurry to
leave.
"Was there something
else?"
"Are you really going to
study it?"
She nodded. "But you'll be 'Patient X,' I
promise."
"Good." He still wasn't leaving.
She sat down and stared up at
him. "Why didn't you go to
Len? Wouldn't it have been less
embarrassing?"
"Oh, definitely. But there's always a lecture factor with
him. I didn't figure you'd read me the
riot act."
She laughed. "Hey, at least one of us is getting
some."
"I thought you were 'Ms. Love 'Em and Leave 'Em'?"
"Ship's too small to be
that anymore. Not like Ops where you
never had to see them again if you didn't want to."
"I appreciate you not
trolling through the crew." His
grin took any sting out of the words.
"But we've been on shore leave, at starbases. Plenty of friendly strangers." He sat down in her guest chair, seemed to be
studying her. "Why haven't you
gotten back on the horse?"
She rolled her eyes at the
expression.
"It's been four months
since you came aboard, Chris."
"You're keeping
track?" But she knew he could
probably recite the dates all his command crew had reported for duty.
"Wainwright's not worth
hiding out here on Gamma shift for."
"I'm not hiding. I was, but I'm not anymore." She saw that he didn't believe her. "It's quiet, and I like it." That wasn't a lie. It was quiet and she was getting to know a quieter
version of herself. The Christine she'd
allowed to sink away in the hubbub of Ops.
"I think it's good for me here."
"Get back on Alpha
shift. That's my advice."
"Just to find that horse? There are
nice men who work Gamma shift."
"There are nicer ones on
Alpha." His eyes twinkled.
She laughed. "Good night, sir."
"Just say you'll
consider it."
"I'll consider it."
He stood up, smiling
broadly. "I feel better
already."
"Get some rest,
sir. That's my advice. Alpha shift will be here before you know
it."
"Aye-aye,
Doctor." He mock saluted her and
left.
She got back to work, trying
to ignore that her office seemed emptier without him.
---------------
"So you're back on
Alpha, I see?" Kirk sidled up to
her as they walked along the riverbank.
"And on landing party
duty. Wonder how that happened?"
"I thought you could use
some sun. You were getting awfully
pasty." He grinned and tried to
look innocent.
"Who knew you were such
a meddler?"
"I am, aren't
I?" He took a deep breath. "This is a nice planet."
"It is. And habitable." This far out there were still some worlds
left to discover. She liked that. It was a far cry from Ops, where everything
boiled down to hostilities or natural disasters or technical failures. Here there was sun and sky and grass and the
smell of life. And no one to muck it up.
"Big thoughts?"
"Just thinking that there's
no need for Emergency Ops here."
"Not yet
anyway." He smiled gently. "But give it time. People have a way of spoiling things."
"I know." She took a deep breath. "But we can't stop that. For now, I'm just going to enjoy the
day."
"That's very Zen of
you."
"You think I can't be Zen?"
He shrugged.
"It's sort of rich. Coming from you. Mister 'Find a Way or Make a Way.'"
He laughed loudly. She saw Spock and the
two crewmen with him turn to see what was so funny. The crewmen turned away, but Spock continued
to look back.
"He's suddenly realizing
what he turned down all those years," Kirk said softly.
"I sincerely doubt
that."
"You never know."
"With him, I think I do
know." She'd interacted very little
with Spock since reporting. They'd had
little opportunity or need to work together, and neither of them had seemed
inclined to find a reason. Things had
changed for her after he died. Something
in her had died--she thought it was the hope that he'd ever be anything more to
her than a colleague.
"Do you still have
feelings for him?" Kirk's voice was
nonchalant.
"Nope. Just mutual respect." At least, she hoped it was mutual.
"You're sure?"
"Yep." She crouched down to take a sample from a
flower. "Why? Afraid I'm going to embarrass myself?"
"No, not at
all." His look as he met her eyes was
a little confused.
"What?"
He took a deep breath, seemed
to be coloring a little. "I'm not
sure why I asked."
"It's okay. I don't mind that you did." She took a sample of a lichen-like growth
that was covering several small stones.
"Well, I'll leave you to
that."
"Okay."
But he didn't move, and she
went on with her work as if she wasn't acutely aware that he hadn't left.
Finally, he said, "I
should go."
"Probably so." She looked over at him, then pushed herself
to her feet. "Or you could carry
the sample case." She was perfectly
capable of carrying the sample case by herself.
He rose quickly. "I could do that." Taking the case from her, he followed her to
the next group of bushes. "I'm
adding nothing to this venture. I do
know that."
"Your company's not
nothing." She glanced at him,
smiling softly.
He smiled back. "Well, okay, then. Here's me helping."
She laughed and went back to
work. He carried the bag around for while,
and they talked softly about things that didn't matter but were interesting
anyway.
Then he gave the case back to
her. "I should check on the
others."
"Probably so."
He went to join Spock, then
made the rounds of his other teams. She
found herself occasionally peeking over to see where he was.
Several times, she caught him
peeking back.
-------------------
Chapel looked up from her reading
to see Spock standing in front of her, hands behind his back. "Hi."
"Doctor." He just stared down at her.
"Did you need
something?" It certainly wasn't a seat. The lounge was nearly empty.
He sat down stiffly in the
chair across from her. "We have not
had many opportunities to talk since you reported."
"We've had lots of
opportunities, just little desire."
She grinned at him, enjoying being able to act natural, not like a
lovesick fool, around him.
To her surprise, he seemed to relax.
"That is a more accurate assessment of the situation."
"I'm a realist. Despite my romantic tendencies." Before he could panic, she waved at him in
what she hoped was a reassuring way.
"I don't mean you're in danger anymore."
"I was not unduly
concerned that I was."
"Well, aren't you the
brave one." She put her padd
down. "Why are you here,
Spock?"
"Do you like Beethoven?"
"I assume you mean the
composer?"
He nodded.
"I do like him."
Spock nodded, his eyes
narrowing, as if he was filing that away for future use. Then she saw him look toward the entrance,
and his expression--such as it was--changed.
She followed his gaze, saw
John hugging a woman, then another, then a third. "What's going on?"
"I imagine he is bidding
them farewell."
"Farewell. Why?"
"He is leaving. Are you upset at the idea?"
She stared at him. "Did the captain do this because--"
"Jim did not do
this. I did. At Mister Scott's urging."
"Oh." She frowned.
"You didn't do this for me, did you?"
"I did not." His tone was pretty definite on that one.
"No, I guess you
wouldn't." She watched John as he
pulled one of the women back in for another go.
"So he wore out his welcome?"
"That is an excellent
way to interpret the situation. And
Mister Scott is usually quite lenient with emotional excess."
"He's a big softie, you
mean."
"I believe that is what
I said." He stood. "I will let you return to your
reading."
"Okay." She watched him walk off. He passed John, not seeing, or else ignoring,
John's glare at him.
John looked at her, then
walked over slowly. "You
heard?"
"Yep."
"Your doing?"
"Actually, no."
He sat down. "I wanted to get on this ship more than
anything." He sighed. "Well, I was on it."
She smiled gently at
him. "You were. You got here."
"Not on my own,
though. Kirk wouldn't take me on my
own."
She looked down.
"I'm sorry. It was wrong of me to use you."
She nodded, accepting that
this was probably as real as he ever got. As he rose, she said, "John?"
He looked back at her.
"Would it have been
wrong if you weren't getting transferred?"
He gave her the shit-eating
grin that had first caught her interest.
"Hell, no."
"Yeah, that's what I
thought." She picked up her
padd. "Safe journey."
"You, too,
Chrissie."
She didn't watch him walk out of her life.
Len stood in her doorway,
holding up the wall or something, as she stayed late to write up her case notes
for the day. "So, only an hour till
Starbase Fifteen, Christine. Big plans
tonight?"
"No."
He frowned. "No?"
She shook her head.
"Hmm." Then he looked out to the main doors, and the
little frown disappeared. "What are
you doing here, Jim?"
Kirk frowned. "I thought you had a date tonight."
"I do," McCoy said,
grinning.
Chapel looked at him. "You do?" She was sure she'd heard him making plans
with Spock.
"Yes. I do."
He stalked off.
"So, hi." Kirk sounded nervous.
She smiled up at him. "Hi."
He sat--almost plopped--down
in her chair. "Do you like Beethoven?"
"Wow, that's a popular
question."
"What?"
"I love Beethoven. Why?"
But she could guess why. And she
was going to kill Len and Spock.
"I have tickets to a
concert tonight."
"Spock's busy?"
He had the grace to look
embarrassed. "Well, yes."
"And Len has his big
date." Spying on the two of them
with Spock, probably.
"So he says." Kirk looked at her expectantly.
"Are you asking me to go
with you?"
He started to laugh. "I guess I didn't really get to that
part, huh?"
"No. And you're supposed to be the big ladies'
man?"
"I generally
am." He grinned, showing her just
how brightly he could turn on the charm.
"But this is uncharted territory."
"I do seem to remember a
'no dating your crew' policy. Or is this
not a date?" She was going to be
very embarrassed if it wasn't.
"No, it is." He sat down.
"You're medical.
Independent."
"I'm still your
crew."
"I'm attempting to come up
with a creative caveat. You're not
helping."
"You're right. We're very independent here in medical. Barely crew at all." She grinned at him, laughed at the way he
glared at her. "So, umm, why?"
"Are you going to say
yes? Because I refuse to answer until I
know you're in."
"I'm in. Now why?"
"I like you." His smile was very soft. "And I find myself wanting to come up
with caveats. So that must mean
something."
"Must it?" She was smiling, trying to let him know that
she was suddenly a huge fan of caveats.
He nodded, and his eyes met
hers, and for a moment she felt a surge of pure connection.
"I have a debrief when
we first get in," he said as he stood.
"I'll meet you at the bar outside the auditorium?"
"Sounds good." She smiled as he walked away.
Len had the grace to wait for
Kirk to leave sickbay before he sidled up to the door and said with a huge
grin, "So, big plans tonight?"
"You two are in such
trouble."
"What? Why?"
His attempt to sound innocent was not working.
"You have a date, my
ass. You and Spock are--"
"I'll have you know that
Spock has an experiment he doesn't feel like leaving, and I really do have a
date. Besides"--his eyes grew very
soft--"it won't hurt you or Jim to have a little fun."
"Two big
yentas." She pretended to glare at
him before going back to work.
His only reaction was a deep,
satisfied chuckle.
-------------
The bar was crowded, and
Chapel sat with Sulu and Lieutenant Jamison and waited for Kirk to show up.
"So I heard Commander
Wainwright left." Sulu did not
sound broken up.
"He was nice." Jamison laughed at his expression. "Well, he was nice to me." Then she glanced at Chapel. "Did you know him?"
"You could say
that." Chapel managed to grin. A few months ago, she'd have never believed
she'd be smiling in this type of situation.
"Did you like
him?" Jamison was young and pretty
and still had stars in her eyes.
Chapel decided to keep the story simple.
"Yeah. I did."
Sulu shot her a look but
didn't contradict her. "The
captain's here."
She hadn't actually told him
who she was waiting for.
"And coming this
way."
Kirk grinned at them
all. "Crowded in here." His smile changed a little when he looked at
her. "Sorry to have kept you waiting."
"No problem. I was in good company." She had trouble not laughing. She thought Sulu's eyebrows were going to
disappear into his hair. "You know
Karen Jamison?"
"Lieutenant." Kirk gave her his best grin. "How are you finding the Enterprise?"
She blushed prettily. "She's everything I heard."
"Well, glad to have you
aboard." He was urging Chapel up,
his hand on her arm where the other two couldn't see. "If you'll excuse us?"
"Enjoy the concert,
sir."
"You, too." He took her elbow, guiding her out of the bar
and around the side of the auditorium.
"Isn't the entrance back
there?"
"I have really good
tickets. Captain's privilege and all
that." He stopped and spoke softly to
a man guarding a private lift, then the man stepped aside and let them on.
It went up one floor, and she
followed Kirk off and around a long corridor with curtained doorways on the
inside wall. "My, my. Didn't realize we were doing this up in
style."
"Hey, when I ask a lady
out on a date..." He held open a
curtain, motioned her under his arm and into a box with a perfect view of the
stage. In the back, there was a bottle
of champagne on ice and some pricy hors d'oeuvres.
"Yeah, but don't you
usually bring Spock or Len?"
"Don't start with
me." He mock glared at her as he
opened the champagne. "Or there'll
be no bubbly for you."
She pretended to seal her lips.
"That's
better." He handed her a glass,
raised his own. "To...different
company."
She laughed. "You can't do better than that?"
"I can, but the night is
young."
"Pass the caviar,
then. That is caviar, right?"
"It damn well better
be." He laughed softly, clinked his
glass against hers.
She spread some caviar on a
cracker and took a long moment to savor it.
"So, do you always live this large?"
"I may have splurged,
once I knew it was you coming with me."
His grin was adorable.
"Lucky me." Winking at him, she went in for more caviar.
He watched her with an
indulgent smile, then helped himself to some baked brie.
"You know John left the
ship?" It was a stupid
question. There was probably no crew
change on his ship he didn't know about.
But she needed to get it out there.
"I saw. Wasn't my doing."
"I know."
"I can't say I was sorry
to see him go." He met her
eyes. "Were you?"
"No. Not sorry.
Not happy. I'm over him."
"Good." He lifted his glass to her. "To moving on." Then he grimaced. "Okay, that makes me sound like rebound
guy. And I don't like that idea."
She laughed. "To new beginnings."
"Very nice." He drank, and she drank, and by the time the
orchestra started tuning up, the bottle was nearly dead and the food long since
cleared by the steward.
He moved to the front of the
box, let her pick the seat she wanted, and waved to someone across the
way. Chapel was surprised to see so many
Federation brass at the concert. Then
she realized they could all see her, too.
With Kirk.
"We're on display,
sir."
"Yes, we are. And don't you think you should call me
Jim?"
She looked over at him. "I probably should."
"I think so." His grin was sweet. "Try it out."
"How's this, Jim?"
"Sounds good." Leaning back into his chair, he took a deep
breath. "It's nice to have
privileges."
"You'll get no argument
from me." She settled into the
cushy chair--it was much more comfortable than the ones below looked--and
watched the crowd and the others in the box.
He closed his eyes, seemed to
be dozing, but she had a feeling he was just enjoying the chance to relax. She thought it was a compliment to her, that
he could let down that way. Either that
or she was boring the shit out of him.
"Jim?"
"Hmm?"
"You okay?"
"Just enjoying the
moment."
So, not bored. Good. "You
do realize Len and Spock set us up?"
"Yep." He looked over at her with a lazy head turn, gave
her a slow, seductive grin. "I let
them think I didn't, though."
"You don't mind?"
"Do you?"
She realized he'd moved his
hand; it sat on the armrest next to hers.
Lonely. Cold, maybe.
She slid her hand over and
saw him smile when they made contact.
Then the lights dimmed, and the music started, and he turned his hand so
their fingers were clasped. He gave a
gentle squeeze once, then seemed to be transfixed by the music, lost to
it. She leaned back in the chair and let
the sound flow over her, brought back to reality every now and then by the feel
of his hand on hers, the sense of him tapping his foot with the music, or
swaying slightly in the chair to the slower melodies.
Then it was over and the
lights came back on and they had to let go to applaud.
Her hand felt very cold after
the warmth of his.
"Ready to go?" When she nodded, he took her arm and led her
down some stairs that took them to the busy concourse on the Starbase. "Hungry?"
"A little." They walked around the main level until she
saw a place that was selling kebabs and pulled him to that. "My treat."
"You don't have
to."
"I want to."
Smiling, he let her order for
them both. They ate in companionable
silence, offering food to the other, laughing over silly things.
"This is nice," he
said as they walked back to the transporter room. He bumped up against her as they walked, a friendly
sort of nudge. Once back on the ship, he
walked her to her quarters. "Thank
you for coming with me."
"Thanks for asking
me." Reaching out, she touched his
cheek for a moment. "I had
fun."
"So did I."
"I should probably get
inside." She had her foot in the
door, keeping it open as it bumped against her leg.
"You probably
should." He eyed the inside of her
quarters. Then he leaned in, giving her
a quick but firm kiss on the lips. "Hold
that thought."
"What
thought?" She stuck her tongue out
at him.
"Oh, that's
mature." He pushed her into her
room. "Go to bed, Doctor."
"Aye-aye,
sir." Watching him walk away, she
very much wished she didn't have to go to bed alone.
He glanced back. "Inside.
Now."
She was pretty sure the sound
she made as she ducked into her quarters qualified as a giggle. She couldn't remember the last time she'd done
that.
-------------------
The mess was full and noisy
with people grabbing breakfast before shift change. Chapel heard snatches of conversation from
all directions.
"Doctor." Jim sidled up next to her, eying the empty
chair across from her. "You were
saving that for me, weren't you?"
He didn't wait for an answer, just took it.
"Actually, I was saving
it for someone else."
"A handsome someone else?" His voice was mock serious.
"Yes."
He looked like he was about
to laugh. "Handsomer than I
am?"
"Uh, no." She couldn't keep a straight face
anymore. Chuckled softly and saw his
expression change, become...tender.
"How'd you sleep?"
he asked.
"Alone." She hoped their conversation wasn't being
picked up by anyone, pitched her voice lower.
"You?"
"I found myself
distracted." He was talking softly,
too. "Waiting builds
character. Isn't that what they
say?"
"They being people
who've never had the it we're waiting for?"
"Damn good
point." He was grinning, the sunny
look that was light years away from John's even though, when she first met
John, she'd thought they were similar.
"So, Chris, are you saying you don't want to wait?"
"Maybe I am." She knew her eyes were sparkling. "If I don't wait, will I be less of a
challenge?"
He frowned and shifted in his
seat, moving forward. "Do you think
I need a challenge?"
"That was a joke."
"My question wasn't. Do you think I need that to be...happy?"
She could tell he wanted a
straight answer. Hated that she'd gone
down this road. "I don't
know." It was honest, but she could
tell it hurt him a bit. "I don't
know you very well, Jim. For all the
years we've served together, this is new."
"And after all those
years, you've come to the conclusion that I need a challenge to stay with a
woman."
"I didn't say
that." But she had indirectly, and
she knew that. "Can we
just...rewind past my stupid remark."
"Sure." His voice was tight. His smile was, too, even though she could
tell he was trying to make it genuine.
"It's just me, Jim. I'm not full of trust right now."
He nodded, and she knew she
was just making it worse. In all the
years she'd known him, he'd never given her a reason not to trust him. In fact, he'd protected her on more than one
occasion. She opened her mouth to try
again, but he got up.
"I have to go. Another diplomatic outing. Tour of the flagship and all that."
She remembered the results of
his diplomatic outing with the Mandagrian woman, wondered if his comment was
meant to hurt her in some way. Meeting his
eyes, she thought she saw pain in his.
She could feel her expression change, become the one full of sympathy
that had worked so well for her as a nurse.
It backfired here. His expression grew tight. "I'll see you when I'm done."
"Have fun." Her voice was ugly, not what she'd been
aiming for. But she suddenly saw John,
in the lounge, with all his new women.
Jim looked like he wanted to
say something. Something to make things
better. To make her less neurotic,
maybe.
Before he could do it, she
said, "I'm sorry."
"I'll talk to you later." His voice was kinder this time. Too kind.
As if he just wanted to get out of the mess without a scene.
She went back to her
breakfast, letting him escape. As soon
as he was gone, she got up and threw her tray into the recycler.
Her appetite had deserted her
along with any sense she possessed. They'd
gone from playful to hurt in record time.
What the hell was wrong with her?
-------------
Chapel was just leaving
sickbay when she heard Jim coming down the corridor. He walked around the corner with Spock and a
delegation that included several very attractive women. She nodded as they walked by, tried to smile
and thought she came up with a reasonable facsimile of the real thing.
"Doctor Chapel,"
Spock murmured as they passed.
Jim said nothing. But he gave her a smile that managed to be
both contrite and wary. She tried to
give him the same one back as she murmured, "Good day," back to them.
Then they were walking again
and passing her, and she saw one of the women move closer to Jim and say
something that made him laugh.
Chapel felt her gut clench.
"Christine, you'd better
come to terms with this," Len said in her ear.
She turned, wondering how
much he'd seen. "What?"
He laughed. "Don't play dumb with me. You're like a cat with her hackles up. This is what he does. And sex is a card he uses."
"Not really the tack I'd
have taken to put someone's mind to rest."
"I don't mean having sex;
I mean using it. The tension and
attraction that's always there. He's
good at it. Hell, I'm not sure he can
help it."
She remembered Jim saying Len
had lectured him. "And you approve
of it?"
"It's not my place to
approve or not. As long as he's
careful."
"But you just said he
didn't have sex, so why should he be careful."
Len pulled her into his
office. "I know damn well he came
to you the last time he wasn't careful.
And you know why he did that?"
"Because you nag
him?"
"I've never nagged
him. He wanted you to understand how
things were."
"Were?"
"That he wasn't hiding
anything. That he wouldn't." Len sat down, sighing dramatically. "Do you remember Janice Lester?"
She looked down. How the hell could she forget that woman?
"She never trusted
him. Thought he was cheating on
her. He didn't. He doesn't.
Not when he's in love. Not when
it's serious."
"He's not in love with
me."
"Maybe not yet. But I saw his look as he went by. You're making him awfully unhappy--too much
so for this to mean nothing." He
gave her a disappointed look. "And
you know he wouldn't break his own rules for something that meant
nothing."
She sat, playing idly with
the instruments on Len's desk, until he reached out and took them away.
"Look at me,
Christine."
She slowly met his eyes.
"What's really
wrong?"
"I don't know, Len. Maybe...maybe I'm scared." She took a deep breath. "After Roger, I pined for Spock for such
a long time."
"Despite my attempts to
get you to move on."
She held up her hand, gave
him a stern look.
"Sorry. Your story.
Continue."
Fighting a small smile, she
said, "When I got to Ops, there were so many people, so many opportunities
to connect."
"Had a lot of one-night
stands, did you?"
She nodded.
"Nothing wrong with
that. As long as everybody
understood."
"I know. But you can get used to that. The variety.
The newness." The
safety. No one could ever hurt you if
you didn't give them the chance to get inside.
He leaned back, taking a deep
breath. "But you came on board with
someone. You seemed committed. Are you saying you want to go back to that other
life?"
"No." She looked away, sighed in frustration. "I'm saying maybe Jim's not ready to
leave it."
Len stood and walked to the
window that looked out into sickbay.
"I think you should let Jim worry about what he is or is not ready
for. You should worry about your own
lack of trust." His voice was hard.
"You're right. I should let him worry about his issues. Just like you should stay out of mine."
He turned, his face red--in
embarrassment or anger or maybe both.
"I interfere because I care."
"You set this up. You want it to work for some reason. And you're afraid I'm about to ruin it."
"Maybe so. But if I'm worried, it's not just for
Jim. It's for you, too." He laid his hand on her shoulder, squeezed
gently. "I'll butt out."
Pulling away, she left him,
trying not to feel like a kid called into the principal's office.
It didn't work.
--------------
Chapel was stretched out on
her stomach on the bed, surrounded by padds of images and vids, of papers she'd
written, and random notes from school.
Her chime sounded softly, and she looked up from the images of Roger
she'd been browsing through.
"Come."
Jim walked in. He stopped in the doorway, took in the state
of her bed. "Memory Lane?"
She nodded.
He moved into the room. "Any particular reason why you're
feeling nostalgic?"
"I was trying to find
all the places I lost the old me and became someone else."
She thought he wouldn't
understand, but he smiled and pulled a chair over to the end of the bed. Kicking his boots off, he put his feet up.
"Make yourself at
home," she said with a smile.
He nudged her leg with his
foot. "Do you mind?"
"Nope." Pushing back, she felt a warmth where his
foot and her leg met. "I can be a
coward sometimes." She rolled over
to her side so she could see his face.
"I go from brave to cowardly and back again."
"Where are you
now?"
"Cowardly, I
think." She felt his foot stroke
her leg, moving down to find her own foot, pushing hard against it. "I don't want to be."
"When I was a kid, my
brother Sam used to tease me. I was
afraid of things I couldn't see but was sure were there. The boogey man in the closet. The monster that lived in the tree outside
my window. I grew out of it--actually, I
just learned to hide the fact that things scared me." He took a deep breath and she realized his
hands were clenched on the arm of the chair.
"Then I went to Tarsus IV.
And I met the monster who lives in the open. And he killed people and he nearly killed
me. I learned to be afraid of real
things and not bogeymen. I pushed the
kid who was afraid of things under the bed so deep inside me, I'm not sure
anything is left of him."
"A changing
moment." She moved closer to him,
padds falling as she did--the past being pushed aside for the sake of the
present: wasn't that what living was?
He leaned forward, rubbed his
hand along her cheek. "When I
learned Carol was pregnant, that was a changing moment. Then everything changed again when she made
me choose between my family and space."
He tilted her chin up. "Just
like you chose your career or space--to find Roger."
"That is one of my big moments."
"You know me...what are
some of my others?" He let go of
her, leaned back, and smiled gently.
"Giving up your
ship."
"God, yes. I didn't like who I
became. Go on."
"Getting it
back." She looked down; she'd been
there for that. "You weren't the same
person after you did that, stole it out from under Will's nose."
"I know. I was...harder."
"Is that why you
retired?"
He nodded. "I thought I could reclaim some of the
things I'd lost along the way."
"We can't, though, can
we?"
"No." He sighed.
"Have you lost your ability to trust?"
"I don't know."
"It's going to be
crucial for us. I can't stop what I
do. I can't change who I am."
Sitting up, she rummaged
through the padds on the bed, handed him one.
"Do you remember this?"
It was a picture of her getting her MD and her lieutenant's insignia. She'd asked him to award her new rank. It had been during those bad years, when he'd
been grounded and miserable.
"So I did know how to
smile back then."
"You did. You smiled at me a lot that night." She handed him a padd of notes. "Read the middle paragraph."
As he read it, she studied
his face. At one point in med school,
when her studies had seemed too much, she'd been ready to quit. And she'd gone to him, and he'd talked to
her. Told her not to give up on her
dreams no matter how hard it got.
"I forgot this."
"Me, too. It was a long time ago." She took the padd back, turned it off. "I've always trusted you. With Roger's reputation--you protected him
when you didn't have to. And with my
future." She looked down. "And I think I can do it with my
heart. But it won't be easy watching you
with other women. I won't always be
nice."
She began to gather up the
padds. He reached down, finding the ones
she'd knocked off the bed and handing them back to her.
"I don't cheat when I'm
with someone, Chris. No matter what it
looks like."
She got off the bed, grabbed
the carton off the table, and started to put the padds back. She heard him get up, sensed him coming up
behind her. Straightening, she felt him
pull her to him, her back to his chest, no space between them.
He brushed her hair away and
kissed her neck softly. "I'll try
to never hurt you." He moved
around, his lips finding the tender place under her ear.
"And I'll try to
trust." She tilted her head to give
him more room. "I trusted John and
was an idiot for doing it. Now, when I
need to, with a good man..."
"Are you sure I'm a good
man?"
"I am." She turned, traced the lines of his chin, the
curve of his lips. "I changed when
I was in Ops. Then I tried to change
back when I came here with John. But I
should have been moving forward."
"You can do that with
me." He pulled her close, kissed
her hard.
She fell back to the bed with
him, undoing his clothing, moving so he'd have an easy time taking hers
off. They lay there, naked, exploring each
other slowly, taking time for leisurely kisses.
She closed her eyes and drew in the smell of him and what his skin felt
like.
"Chris?"
She opened her eyes, met
his.
"Just wanted to make
sure you were with me."
"Not with ghosts?"
He nodded.
"I'm here." She pushed him to his back, climbed on top,
showed him just how much she was with him.
He moaned and smiled. The moan was slightly helpless, the smile
warm and sensual. Leaning down, she
kissed him, and he captured her by the hair and held her fast, owning her,
making her kiss him again and again.
Then he let her go and let her ride him at her own pace, moaning that
moan again, smiling that smile.
She knew she was smiling the
same smile. And in no time, she was
moaning, too. She collapsed on top of
him, and he held her tight, drawing patterns on her back, making her shiver.
She rolled off to lie next to
him, cuddled close. He kissed her hair
and murmured something she couldn't quite catch. But she didn't ask him to repeat it,
suspected if he'd wanted her to hear it, he'd have said it louder.
He stroked her arm, eyes
closed as he held her. Then he said, "I'm
looking for more, Chris. More than the
one-night stands. I'm tired of being
alone."
"Me, too." She looked over at the carton of padds on her
table. "We have a history. But not one that I'd ever have suspected
would lead us here. I..."
"Go on."
She tried to think of the
best way to say what she wanted to say.
"Don't sugarcoat it."
"Has it occurred to you
that we both want more, but maybe not each other?"
"Your pillow talk is
appalling." But his smile was easy,
his eyes narrowing, as if he was considering what she was saying. "You think we're grabbing at each other
because we're what's in sight."
"I don't think
that. I'm asking you if we're doing that." She ran her fingers through his hair, wanting
to make him feel good, wanting to take any sting out of her words.
He closed his eyes and let
her work on him for a while. Then he
shook his head.
"You want me to
stop."
"No, keep
going." His tone was pure captain;
she liked it. "No, I was saying
that I don't think that's it."
She leaned in to kiss him,
and he pulled her to him, kissing her more fiercely than she expected. Rolling her to her back, he rose over her,
pausing for a moment, staring into her eyes, not letting her break the gaze.
"Do you think so,
Chris?"
She swallowed hard.
He slowly took her. "Because I don't."
She tried to reach for him, and
he imprisoned her hands with his.
"I think this is more."
He began to kiss her. Slow, deep,
achingly sweet kisses as his body kept time, taking her and releasing.
"No. I don't think so." She tried to move again, but he refused to
let her up.
"Is this
real?" When she nodded, he said,
"Say it," and his voice was almost savage.
"It's real."
Then he let her go and they moved like addicts, trying to get just one more taste
of each other. She felt her head
spinning as she came, heard him calling her name out as he followed her into
pleasure.
Then it was quiet, and he lay
collapsed on her, and there was no sound but the harsh noise of their breathing
and the bed creaking as they shifted.
"This is real," he
said softly, pulling the covers over them.
"It's real." She ran her hand over his chest, kissing
wherever she could reach until he fell asleep.
She tried to follow him into slumber, but it eluded her. But it was warm next to him; his breathing
was soothing, and his hand as he found her in his sleep, tender and
possessive.
She finally fell asleep once
she quit trying.
---------------
He woke her gently the next
morning, tracing nonsense figures on her arm and over her chest, kissing
her. His eyes were calm--but wary.
"Good morning." She smiled, made it a real one. A fearless one.
He seemed to relax. "Good morning."
"What time is it?"
"Time to get
up." But instead of getting up, he
snuggled in next to her. "Time to
go to work."
She laughed as his hands
wandered all over her. "Are we
playing hooky?"
"Maybe."
She glanced over his shoulder
at the chrono. They had an hour before
they had to get up. "So you do
lie."
"Only about
this." He pushed her to her back,
showed her how an hour could be worth a little white lie...and then some. "I wasn't sure how you'd wake up,"
he murmured as they lay still.
"Thought I'd be
surly?"
"Surly was a distinct
possibility. I think regretful would
have hurt more."
"No." She curled in closer. "Bored is the worst."
"Oh, God, yes. Bored is the worst. Have you had bored? Because I don't think that's right."
She smiled. "I've had bored. You mean you haven't ever been off your
game?"
"Me? Never?"
He was obviously trying to keep a straight face.
"Then how do you know
bored is the worst, huh?"
"You argue like a
Vulcan." He gasped as she reached
for parts south. "Well, not
entirely like a Vulcan."
She kissed his cheek. "Did you really think I'd be
surly?"
"I don't know. Last night was..."
"Weird?"
"I was going to go with
different."
She laughed and let go of
him, heard him moan in an unhappy way.
"Different is just you sugarcoating weird."
"Okay it was weird. But damned nice, too." He found her hand, put it back where it had
been.
She obliged him and started
to play. "It was nice. I like being with you."
He didn't seem to be paying
as much attention to her as he'd been, so she shut up and finished what she'd
started.
"For the record,"
he said, when his breathing went back to normal and his toes uncurled,
"I'm not bored."
"Somehow, I knew
that." The chrono alarm sounded,
chiming softly until she said, "Off."
She studied him, smiling at the untroubled way he lay watching her. "I feel like I should offer you
breakfast."
"Do you have anything
here to eat?" At her expression, he
laughed. "Other than you?"
"I sure don't."
He patted her backside,
urging her out of bed. "Fortunately
for you, my pretty new ship has a lovely mess.
We've shared a table before.
Would you care to do it again?"
"Why, Captain, I'd love
to." She let him pull her into the
shower, marveled at how light he could make this, even when it was clear this
wasn't just about one night.
They got dressed and walked
into the mess together. It was still
relatively empty, so she chose a table for four. A few minutes later Spock walked in and
brought his tray over. "May I sit?"
"Of course," she
murmured, glancing at Jim to see what he thought of this. He just smiled at his friend and kept on eating.
"Christine, I trust you
are well?" Spock was clearly on his
best behavior.
"Never better."
"That is most
gratifying. Jim? You appear content."
Jim just gave him another
happy grin and went back to his pancakes.
"How are you, Spock?" She glared at him. "Experiment coming along all
right?"
He met her glare with a
slight eyebrow lift. "To which
experiment are you referring?"
"A biology one, I
believe."
In the light of the mess, his
eyes almost seemed to sparkle. "Ah,
yes. That one. Quite well.
Thank you for inquiring." He
turned to Jim. "We have new orders
from Starfleet."
"Just tell me I don't
have to do another meet and greet. I'm
toured out, Spock."
"I cannot tell you
that."
Jim sighed. Then he glanced at her; she stared back as
blandly as she could. "You can fill
me in on the way to the bridge."
Spock was already rising.
"I'm sorry," Jim
said, leaning in. "I'll see you
tonight?"
She nodded.
"Do you trust me?"
It took a little longer to nod.
"Work on that, will
you?" With a helpless look, he let
Spock lead him away. He dumped his tray
at the recycler, glanced back at her and gave her a ghost of the smile he'd
worn that morning.
She had a feeling the smile
she gave him back wasn't at full strength, either.
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It was like a nightmare, deja
vu all over again. She was standing at
the sickbay door. She could hear Jim
coming around the corner. Could hear the
tittering of what was no doubt an astoundingly beautiful--and probably
exotic--visitor.
Her heart pounded. For a moment, she could see John, hugging all
those women in the lounge.
For a moment, she could see
herself, hugging all those men she'd been with before John had come along and
convinced her to settle down.
She frowned. She wasn't like John.
She wasn't like him. And Jim didn't have to be like him,
either. Jim could be like her.
He came around the
corner. The woman with him was
beautiful. Exotic. Hanging on his every word. He was flirting outrageously, laughing.
And it hurt. More than a little.
But then he looked over and
smiled at her, and it was a smile that John had never, ever given her. She wasn't sure that Roger had ever given her
a look that warm, that...complete.
"Doctor," he
murmured.
"Captain," she said
back, her voice throatier than she meant it to be.
He took a long, deep breath
and his grin turned mischievous. Then he
turned back to his guest.
And Chapel went back into
sickbay. She saw Len watching her from
across the room and walked over.
"Something on your mind, Doctor McCoy?"
"Why, no, Doctor
Chapel. Something on yours?"
"Nope. Not a thing."
He held up his coffee mug to
her. "To Jim. He'll drive you nuts, Christine, but he'll be
worth it."
"Have I thanked you for
interfering?"
"Why, darlin', I believe
you have forgotten to do that."
She just laughed and walked
away from him, into her office where work waited and she threw herself into
research when walk-ins didn't need her help.
At the end of her shift, Jim walked in.
Finishing up with her patient, she walked over to him. "Hi."
"Hi." His smile was huge.
"Did I pass?"
"I was going to ask you
the same thing?" He nodded toward
the door. "I'm really eager to get
out of here."
"Are you?"
He nodded, his eyes raking
over her. "I'm really eager to get you out of here."
"Oh, well in that
case..." She put her instruments
away, turned off her office lights, and followed him out. "She was gorgeous."
"Yep. She was."
"Were you tempted?"
she asked as they got in the turbolift.
He looked at her. "The females of her species have what is
commonly known as dentitia err...down there.
The males of their species don't mind this because, like a salamander,
they can grow back certain parts of their anatomy."
"You're making that
up."
He started to laugh. "I can see beautiful things and not want
to sleep with them. I trust you'll be
able to be around handsome men and not be tempted to disappear into the nearest
storage closet?"
"I'll try my best. But I don't, I must point out, give as many
tours as you do."
"That could change if
you don't mind your manners." He
laughed at her look, pulled her to him for a quick kiss then let her go just
before the door popped open on his floor.
"Come on. My place
tonight."
He didn't hold on to her as
they walked, but he was close, shoulder bumping hers. He turned into his doorway, palmed open the
door. She saw champagne in a
bucket. A plate of appetizers like
they'd had at the concert. Turning to
him, she saw him shrug.
"What? I can't spoil my girl?"
"Is that caviar?"
His grin was enormous and
utterly irresistible. "It damn well
better be."
FIN