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Leonard McCoy didn't feel well. He didn't feel well most of the time; the stupidity and stubbornness around him caused him headaches. How was it even possible to hurt oneself by playing strip poker? The concerned engineer looked embarrassed, but the bleeding eye had priority right now. Explosions and sicknesses, Leonard McCoy could understand. But a fucking pen in the eye? Well, he wasn't the Chief Medical Officer on the Enterprise for nothing. Additionally, he felt a different kind of not feeling well today.

So while he carried out the surgery, he felt his body heating up. Right when he scanned the engineer for the last time to make sure everything was alright, his hands started to shiver. What the fuck was that? He didn't have time for that; his sickbay was full, as always.

So of course he stayed.

And then he was called to the bridge.

"Bones! I need you to look at that. And, uh, Chekov is slightly injured."

Trust Jim to call when he was so busy he didn't even have time to go to the toilet.

"Jim, what have you done?!"

From the corner of his eyes he saw another patient being carried into the room. He cursed.

"This has to be worth it, Jim! I hate abandoning my sickbay just because you are in need of a talk."

"You hate almost everything, Bones," came the infuriating answer. Leonard McCoy gritted his teeth.

"Nurse!" he barked at the girl next to him. "Inform Doctor M'Benga he is needed in the sickbay. And tell the Head Nurse I'm being called away and she is in charge. When I return I expect nothing destroyed, and for god's sake, please don't hurt each other!"

She nodded hastily, made the call and went in search for Head Nurse Chapel. Leonard left the sickbay. He nearly made it to the turbolift before he collapsed.

"Damn," he muttered while sinking down the wall. His heart raced and the floor didn't seem to be horizontal anymore.

He heard footsteps coming nearer. Great, just when he was embarrassing himself.

"Doctor! Do you need help?"

'Do I look like it?' He wanted to answer, but since her answer would probably be 'yes', he let it be. Then he looked up. Head Nurse Chapel stood in front of him, an expression of deep concern on her face. He had never seen something so beautiful.

"Christine…" he said.

"What?" She asked, shocked. He guessed she had thought he didn't even know her first name. How could she even stand there when the whole ship was bending to the left?

"Christine," he said again. "You're so beautiful. But not just your face. You have a beautiful heart, and a beautiful brain. It's like your heart exploded all over your face and made it beautiful, too."

His Head Nurse thought about it for a while, then shrugged.

"That's the most disturbing thing I ever heard from you, doctor," she said while kneeing down to help him on his feet. "And that means something. Come with me. Something is wrong with you, and I need to run a scan over you."

"No!" he exclaimed. "I need to go to the bridge!"

She frowned.

"You're not going anywhere!"

"Accompany me?" he asked in a little boy's voice.

Head Nurse Chapel sighed.

"You're in no condition to work, doctor."

"Hey, Christine, that's my sentence!"

"See what I mean?"

"No, but I could show you in my room."

For the first time, she looked really taken aback, and Leonard McCoy wondered why.

"Erm…" she said slowly. "I don't think I should be in a room with you right now, doctor."

"But why not?" he wailed. "I'll be damned if I go to my own sickbay to let me be treated. I refuse to go there. Bring me to my room, Christine."

"Well, then…"

Something told him she didn't agree, but he didn't mind. Her arm supported him around the waist, and it definitely felt nice. Also, he was much bigger than her, and the new uniforms were a little revealing. Well, he wasn't one to complain.

"What do you think about?" she asked suddenly, and before he could think of an appropriate answer, he blurted out:

"Your cleavage!"

That was when he finally realized that something had to be wrong with him. He was never, ever tactless to women. He was a grumpy old man, although Jim always insisted that he wasn't even that old, and he insulted his nurses all the time, but he would never objectify them.

"I'm sorry," he said. "Seems I got distracted."

Head Nurse Chapel surprised him with laughing out loud.

"What is it?" he asked annoyed.

"I never thought you'd be that cute when infected with the love bug's disease."

"I'm not ill!"

"With all due respect, doctor, you most certainly are."

"But I took all the precautions! Hell, I saved the whole damned ship from madness."

"That's true, doctor. But you behave so totally unlike yourself there's no other explanation."

"Did I ever tell you that you have strikingly blue eyes? Even Jim's eyes aren't that icy blue."

To his amazement, Head Nurse Chapel blushed. It looked nice on her. Moments later he realized he had said that aloud.

"Please, doctor, stop these compliments. It makes me feel uneasy," she said. Leonard McCoy looked her over.

"You don't look like you are feeling unwell," he finally said. "Judging from the blush on your cheeks you like it."

She glared at him.

"Now you sound like Commander Spock!"

"I sound like that damned Vulcan?! I sincerely apologize for that."

Head Nurse Chapel just shook her head.

They arrived at his quarters. He tipped in the code, then turned to her when the door opened.

"Do you want to come in?"

Head Nurse Chapel declined. She seemed to be nervous. Interesting. Why was she nervous now?

"No, doctor. Please, lay down. I will return with the antidote as fast as I can."

He smiled at her.

"Thanks, Christine. I will do that."

She grinned, obviously relieved. Well, he'd be damned if he let that chance pass.

"Christine?" he asked.

She looked up, and he bent down. Their lips met in a firework, hers warm and soft and inviting, and he felt his heart race. She didn't push him away immediately, so he reached out and laid his hands on her waist, drawing her nearer. He felt something on his neck. Without looking he knew that she had laid her arms around him, and he grinned into the kiss. A little nearer, and he could feel her breasts pressing against his chest. Perfect.

Then he felt a sting.

Suddenly the world around him lost the dream-like softness, and the colours went back to being clear and clean.

Confused, he let go of his Head Nurse and looked around, meeting the eyes of a broadly grinning Captain James T. Kirk.

Head Nurse Chapel took a step back. She looked dazed.

"Well," Jim laughed. He had a used hypospray in his hands. "Seems even our CMO isn't safe from the love bugs' disease. But I have to admit, you two are too cute."

Leonard McCoy looked back to Head Nurse Chapel, who stared at the floor.

"Damnit, Jim!" he said without force, turned around and hit his door shut.

He could still hear his friend laugh, but he felt completely ashamed of what he had done to Head Nurse Chapel. He would never be able to look her in the eyes again.

Leonard McCoy wasn't seen in the sickbay until the next morning.

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AN: Thanks eva505 :)

These scenes originally came to me about two weeks ago when I couldn't sleep, and although I love Star Trek and all its characters, the story doesn't really have a plot or something. I consider this as finished (although Bones and Chapel should probably work it out) and leave this crazy people be. Hope you had fun!

Maybe there will come another chapter, but only if I feel like it :P