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After working so hard in the Academy, Charlie had finally graduated and now gotten so lucky as to secure an interview with the CMO of none other than THE USS Enterprise. (And WITHOUT her Admiral Mother’s help at that!).

The dentist fiddled with her skirt as looked around the Mess Hall for Doctor McCoy. Once she spotted him, Charlie forced herself to walk (wouldn’t do to trip) over to him and extended her hand. Her hazel eyes met his blue ones briefly before flitting away.

45. Fingerless gloves

She wasn’t going to let him go for even longer.

Well, she did have to when the good doctor came in to check on them. Leonard had never pried about who the father was through the whole process, had held her hand despite how she must have been causing nerve damage through the birth, and had in general been the best doctor she could have asked for. 

She wouldn’t forget it.

“Thank you for everything. Do you give him a clean bill of health, then?”

Jocelyn blinked in surprise, usually she at least got a kiss or a wink before he attacked. He must have really missed her. The chemical was bitter in the back of her throat as she involuntarily breathed in. 

People milled about the over filled hall and the buzz of human chatter filled the air. Jocelyn smoothed the white skirt of her uniform, internally knowing that she would drop something on it by the end of the evening. Most likely the glass of wine she was holding. She had sought out the drink upon arrival, hoping it would make the evening more bearable. 

The place was brand new and already smelled like a hospital. The antiseptic air was chilled, and she found herself looking up at the vaulted white ceilings, distracted from the proceedings around her. Her glass tilted and the red liquid inside tilted dangerously towards the floor.