#sxmelxdramatic

In fact, she probably should have. Starfleet was in her blood and ingrained in her very being as the daughter of an Admiral, the granddaughter of an astrophysicist, and the great-granddaughter of aeronautical engineer. Her godfather’s status as a captain didn’t exactly hurt her chances either.

But out of spite for her father and her long-held resentment for her absentee parents, she’d turned tail at the mention of attending the Academy and ran in the complete opposite direction.

A Bachelors and a Masters in Biochemistry from Stanford, and a PhD in Chemical Physics from Cal Tech was nothing to sneeze at, especially at a mere twenty-four years of age. But the irony of the notion that she’d spent so much time avoiding Starfleet on principle that it turned out her father was right in the end was not even remotely lost on her.

And the young cadets that were mostly six years younger? Well, she really should have been one of them. She could have actually been even younger, a high school graduate at sixteen. And maybe in some universe (if she believed in the string theory, that is), she was. But this was not that universe.

Instead, she listened to the professor (Commander Lewis) drone on about the latest assignment in this Exochemistry course and-

Oh, dear God. It’s a partnered assignment.

As the Commander began to call out the pairs selected at random, she started to wonder how a grown woman with three degrees was about to be forced to carry her partner, who would inevitably be a barely-legal, doe-eyed cadet fresh out of high school.

Stun me.

How many times had he told Kirk not to touch anything of his? How many times did he threaten to break fingers or punch teeth out anything that might have stopped his fat little fingers from grabbing things that weren’t his and  screwing them up?

It was because of Kirk that McCoy was here. Wherever here was. It wasn’t the ISS and that was for damn sure. Too clean, too nice. What really caught him off guard was the fact he could see something that reminded him of his own ‘Medbay’ sans for the fact that it actually looked like a medbay and not some torture  chamber. 

At the voice at his side he paused for a brief second, letting her words sink in before he swiped a hand over his rear. He didn’t feel anything, “Oh– “ He began and becoming slightly embarrassed now, what had he sat in in?

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“When?” The pain was clearly evident as Jim lay on one of the biobeds located in the medbay. He hated coming here. More often than not he avoided the area like the plague. If he was under the weather, then he merely played it off as though nothing was wrong. It wasn’t like a harmless cold could kill him, but this was different. He had been unable to ignore the antagonizing pain coursing throughout his body any longer, which was where his best friend came into the picture.