Leonard "Bones" McCoy considered himself a patient man. That was why, on a lazy San Francisco afternoon, he was glad to have no classes and no duty at the Academy's infirmary until later tonight. For the moment, he could just relax. Take a moment and watch the clouds float through the sky without a care in the world. He found a bench and laid out across it, feeling the sun's rays have some sort of energizing effect on him. He was glad that…for once…he wouldn't be disturbed for a few hours. The feeling was indescribable. For once he didn't have a headache. For once he could forget everything and just relax. For once, if only for a few hours, he could forget about…

"Bones!"

"Damnit, Jim!" McCoy's fingers pinched the bridge of his nose as he pushed himself to a sitting position. "What is it?"

"I need you to hide me."

"Hide you?" McCoy looked behind Kirk and saw no one running towards them with torches or pitchforks. "From who?"

"Verra. She's crazy." Kirk retreated to the dock that stretched out into the deeper waters of the lake. At the end was a sort of boathouse. He tried the door, but it was locked. McCoy stood and walked out next to Kirk.

"Oh, Jimmy!"

Kirk's face paled. He turned McCoy around so that he could see the long-legged blonde reaching the edge of the park. Her rapid searching indicated she still hadn't found the two men.

"Damnit, Bones. I gotta do something. She's gonna find me."

McCoy snuck a glance to the water before looking back to the girl. Her gaze had swept once this way but thankfully she hadn't seen either of the men.

"I have an idea."

Jim's eyes flashed with relief. "What is it?"

"Look." McCoy indicated something beyond Jim's shoulder. He looked back and was about to ask McCoy what the hell he was supposed to be looking at when he was pushed into the water. The shock forced him to take a breath for air that just wasn't there. When he reached the surface, Jim was about to give McCoy a piece of his mind when he heard a shrill shriek. Quickly he swam to the underside of the pier where he would be out of the two figures' sight.

"There you are. Where the hell is Jimmy?"

"Ma'am, you're barking up the wrong tree. Jimmy," Jim scowled when he heard the subtle sarcasm in Bones' voice, "Is down the street."

"Impossible. I just saw him."

"There are plenty of cadets running around. He isn't that special. Besides, Kirk—" The rest of the sentence was lost as a wave slapped against the side of Kirk's head. By the time he could hear again, Kirk heard Verra sigh and walk away. He waited with slightly held breath for ten minutes until McCoy started to move off the peer. Kirk pushed himself out and swam to the shore. Now dripping wet, Kirk stared angrily after McCoy.

"What the hell, Bones?"

"What? She didn't find you, and you deserve it after I've had to drag your drunken sorry ass back to the dorm for the past three weeks. I'll be lucky if I don't pass out from exhaustion during tomorrow's shift." Kirk rung out the water from his uniform. He turned and smiled to the three giggling cadets who couldn't keep their eyes from his half naked body. Kirk made a mental note to thank Bones for the next two week's worth of dates this would get him. Kirk smirked in that there's-something-you're-not-telling-me-but-I-really-want-to-know kind of grin.

"Actually, I think the reason you're not getting enough sleep is because of a couple of X chromosomes."

McCoy chuckled like the matter didn't affect him. "Just because you got one answer right in class doesn't mean you're qualified to use scientific lingo in everyday conversation."

"Just tell me who she is."

They were on campus now. McCoy had just enough time to change before heading down to his shift at the infirmary.

"If you don't tell me, I'll just have to guess. Cadet O'Hera?"

"No."

"Cadet Johnson?"

"No."

"Cadet Sweet A….I mean, Cadet Lee."

"Goddamnit, Jim. I don't know how many times I have to tell you that you'll never find out."

"Never is a very relative term, Bones. You know as well as I do that gossip is most popular form of nonalcoholic entertainment here, although alcohol induced gossip is fun. Sooner or later you and your mystery woman are going to be found out." Kirk had changed into a dry uniform and was watching McCoy gather what he needed for his shift.

"Is she at least hot? Have I met her?"

McCoy made a sealing motion with his fingers before heading out the door, leaving Jim with a half-pout half-shocked expression in his eyes. He was James Tiberius Kirk. If anyone knew how to find a woman, it was he. He'd find Bones' mystery girl, even if it killed him.

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"Alright, Jim. Take one of these a day and you should be fine. Go get some rest." Soon after his shift began, two other cadets had dragged Jim in looking more beat up than a child's old rag doll. Apparently Verra had a very protective older brother who did not respect any sort of authority. There was a shallow cut near his left eye and a big bruise on his jaw but there wasn't much else of concern. McCoy sighed, Kirk was always one lucky son of a bitch. Just as Kirk was leaving, there was a small ping and whoosh as a woman wearing the red cadet's uniform stepped into the infirmary. She was clutching her hand, which had been crudely bandaged to stop the bleeding. An assistant ran over and ran a preliminary scan.

"Cadet Olivia Gellar. Human Female. Age 29. Bruising to her jaw and upper arms. Broken nose and slight vision loss in the right eye." The assistant read off the injuries with the same voice the computer had. McCoy hated how creepy the comparison was.

"Thank you. I can get her. Ensign Tosh will need another set of exams." McCoy helped the woman to a bed and continued to run tests. "What happened?"

"Fiddling with the plasma relays. It was a small accident."

"You were lucky. Any closer and you would have been fried." He walked over to the cabinets and returned with a hypospray. Olivia squirmed, running a nervous hand through her little less than shoulder length brown hair. Her eyes flickered with fear between McCoy and the hypospray. She crossed her legs slowly, though any slower and McCoy would have thought it suspicious. Her arms remained at her side, though her hands were clutching the edge of the biobed with a white knuckled grip.

"That really isn't necessary."

"I insist, Cadet Gellar." Olivia smirked, the formal tone suited him a little too well. He waited until her body language relaxed a little before he advanced.

Olivia hissed. "I really think I'm fine." The pain in her jaw returned, sending her dark brown eyes shut tight.

"You're just like Jim," McCoy remembered his friend's fear of hyposprays. "You are not fine. Olivia, you need to trust me. I'm a doctor, damnit.." If Kirk didn't know any better, he'd have thought it was Olivia's fear of hyposprays that once again sent her into a frigid posture. But Kirk did know better. So….this was McCoy's mystery woman. Cadet Olivia Gellar. He'd have to do some research, the name wasn't ringing any bells.

Meanwhile Olivia had placed a hand on McCoy's forearm. "Wait," she pleaded. "Let me do this first." She looked around the room to make sure it was empty before leaning up to kiss him. The moment was bliss, the kind that cured a rainy day. Except as soon as it had come, it went and took Olivia's breath along with it. "Much better than a hypospray."

"You need to sleep. I know you've been working longer hours and that isn't doing your sleep patterns any good."

Olivia laughed. "I think it's you and those sexy hazel eyes that are interrupting my sleep patterns."

McCoy couldn't keep a straight face. He wanted so desperately to glare and tell her in his best doctor voice to shut up and take the damn hypospray. However, he couldn't bring himself to do anything else but smile at this woman who was infuriating for all the right reasons, if that made any sense With a startling realization, he realized that around her he'd gone soft. McCoy scoffed, Jim would have had a field day with Olivia's sexual banter.

"Humor me."

"Only if you say it."

"Oh, god, no."

"Please." She bit her lip and battered her eyes. McCoy rolled his and leaned closer.

"You really want me to say that?"

Olivia nodded furiously. McCoy leaned closer, closer, closer until their noses were just barely touching. He was so close she could smell the faint hint of whiskey mixed with a sort of pine smell or maybe it was cedar but it was sexy nonetheless. So sexy, so distracting, that she didn't realize what he was doing until it was too late. The pinch of the hypospray preceded the looming darkness that was both comforting and scary.

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Olivia Gellar was just your average cadet who moved from Denver, Colorado to fulfill a childhood dream of soaring among the stars to look for new life. Unlike her friend Erin Kolshar who wanted to mate with anything that she could, she wanted to find new technology and be able to take it apart and put it back together again. She loved working with machines because it gave her a sense of solitude. Solitude had been an unofficial sister while growing up, keeping her company while both of her parents were off world for various missions of diplomatic importance. Rather than trying to fit in with her Aunt and Uncle, Olivia chose to live her own life, walk her own path, write her own story…yeah, you get that point.

Anyway, she always considered herself smart in school. Concepts always came easily to her and her execution was flawless. The only exception was in diplomatic simulations. Talking was not her thing. She liked the behind the scenes work where crucial elements of a mission were determined, whether anyone recognized them or not. Think about it, what use is the captain or ambassadors if a ship cannot take them to their destination or correctly translate the new language. It was that sense of purpose that drove Olivia day by day to complete work in a traditionally male dominated field.

Of course being smart like that had its disadvantage. Her name was Sarah McKinley. Puffy platinum blonde hair and pale violet eyes completed the sixty-two inch package of pure evil. She hid behind pure and sweet smiles when she knew better. Olivia and Sarah had been bitter rivals since they were kids. Rivals in school, in money and in love.

Thinking about it, Olivia never much fancied men, to her they were just a distraction. That was, until she met Leonard McCoy. Like her friend Erin, a doctor for Starfleet, McCoy had an inner strength that absolutely fascinated her. That was why she ignored the warning alarms in her head that sounded off when he'd asked her out. By the look on his face after he'd said it, it looked like he was as surprised as she was at his actions. Still, Olivia couldn't help but falling for those intense hazel eyes that dissected everything their gaze fell on with an analytical edge that was utterly attractive. Combine that with a strong face, square shoulders, and a very toned physique, something she'd gotten to enjoy first hand, and voila. She wouldn't not admit that the arrangement wasn't tricky to keep concealed. Gossip spread like wildfire, especially when someone went off the market.

Still the past six months had been worth it. Truth be told, she needed the sex more than she thought she did. The stress relief was, of course, the icing to the proverbial cake. It just felt good and he made her happy, an emotion she hadn't felt since before her brother left without a word to anyone. Everyone assumed he'd been kidnapped but Olivia knew that Max wouldn't give up without a fight. He'd more than likely be dead. Straightening a little, Olivia blinked back the tears and approached the boy's dorm. Today was her and McCoy's six-month anniversary. He said that he would be getting off early. By her watch he would have just gotten to his room. The slight itch from the lace lingerie made Olivia quicken her pace. No one paid her much mind as she had many study groups in the guy's dorms. No one thought twice about her true intentions here.

Her mind buzzed excitedly. While she'd been resting, she realized something very troubling. What was intended for an affair of casual sex had quickly turned into something more, at least for her. Olivia had so much difficulty keeping her feelings swallowed if their hands happened to graze each other. She felt the fire flare hotter when his gaze fell on her. Hell, she didn't even feel in the room until he threw a scowl or sarcastic comment her way.

"I love him," she whispered. Now why couldn't she say that to his face? Well, now was her chance. She was standing in front of his door. Her hands pulled her coat closer to her body in an attempt to keep out the cold. Her right hand shook as it reached out to press the call button.

That's when she heard it. The hard thud followed by a couple of groans. Olivia took a step back before glancing at her watch. Jim should still be at a bar. What was he doing here and with company? She shrugged, about to turn away when another thought hit her mind. Maybe she had it all wrong and was jumping to conclusions. The hour was late and her brain was liable to play tricks on her. Taking in a deep breath, Olivia pressed the open door button.

The moans were louder, but she still couldn't tell who they belonged to. One was obviously male, the other female and both lost to the throes of primal pleasure. Horrified she recognized the female voice as that of Sarah McKinley. Goddamn, the woman was loud.

"Harder…nnngh…Faster, Doctor McCoy."

Everything happened so fast. Her stomach did flips within her body. Her mouth went dry and swallowing was damn near impossible. Olivia didn't know she was running until pushing out into the cold San Francisco night. The sky was partly cloudy, allowing the moon and streetlamps to light the way back to her dorm. Only once she was safely inside her room, kept dark for any light would have sent Olivia's headache into a nosedive, did Olivia allow herself to cry. The tears came hard.

"Liv? Is that you?"

"Yes," she choked.

Erin sat up and turned on the light. Olivia was curled up into a ball on her bed, rocking slowly back and forth. Erin bolted to her friend's side, throwing her arms around her shoulders.

"Fuck, Erin. I thought I meant something to him."

"What happened?"

"Six goddamn months of what seemed like happiness. I saw him this fucking AFTERNOON. He looked happy to see me. We kissed and made plans, Erin. We made plans!"

"What happened? You said you were going to go see him."

"I did. Except when I got there, that bitch Sarah was riding him harder than a prized stallion at the Kentucky Derby." Her tears fell harder and Olivia found herself choking from their sheer strength. "I thought I meant something to him."

"You two didn't exactly go public. That must have meant something."

"Why can't you give me some bullshit answer? Tell me that everything's going to be alright."

Erin ran a hand through Olivia's hair. "I can't do that, sweetie."

"Tell me why then."

"Why?"

"Why do I always do this to myself? Again and again and again and again…every goddamn time I fall for the guy who breaks my heart."

Erin had no answer except to hold Olivia closer and wait for the tears to stop.

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Author's Note: GAH….this was longer than I thought. Oh well, every bit was needed. So inspiration for this story came from listening to Sexy Back (yes from Justin Timberlake) and please don't ask...it's a long and quite random story. Anyhoo, I was watching a Spock/Kirk slash video to Sexy Back when I got an idea for a whole story. Granted this story will probably be a little shorter than what most of my other ones but it'll feature some McCoy/OC goodness. How I got from the Spock/Kirk pairing to a McCoy/OC pairing I'll never know. Maybe it has something to do with the smexiness that is Karl Urban....hey we're all thinking it I just said it!!!!! = ]

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