Fandom: Star Trek (AOS)
Prompt: “Is your heart rate always this high or do I bring it out in you?”
Word Count: 972
Written for the Write Away The Winter Blues Challenge
Author’s Note: This was definitely a bit of a challenge for me as I’ve never written a reader insert fic. I enjoyed writing this and hope you enjoy reading it.
It’s been the kind of week at Starfleet Medical that you’d heard of during your time at the academy, after the explosion near the shipyards and the shuttle craft that crashed outside the academy every bed has been occupied. Being the head nurse to Doctor McCoy has it’s ups and downs, but most of the time it’s great and you’ve worked well together since the beginning.
This week has just been something else, between running from one patient to another and ensuring the doctor has everything he needs, you just knew you were forgetting something. With things finally calming down you step into the turbolift headed back up to the sixth floor one more time. Three young men step in after you talking quietly amongst themselves. As the lift begins moving you brace yourself against the railing, suddenly lightheaded. The young man in a white jumpsuit turns to face you. “Are you alright?”
You glance up and give him a slight smile, “I’m fine. Just been a long week.”
“When it rains, it pours.”
Laughing you nod, “I wouldn’t mind a temporary drought right about now.”
The doors open and the three men step out. You close your eyes and lean your head back hoping the lightheadedness will go away. Not eating or sleeping properly for seventy-two hours is finally catching up with you. Hearing the sound of footsteps coming to a stop you open your eyes and smile. “Fancy meeting you here Doctor McCoy.”
Pressing a button on the panel, he glances back and cracks a smile as the lift begins moving once again. “Hello there. I thought you’d gone home hours ago.”
“I tried, but then Kelly needed help and Samuel asked if I’d drop something by the lab for him and well, one thing lead to another and I’m still here.”
The doors open and he moves aside to let you out first. “After you ma’am.”
Smiling you take a step forward, but as you step out of the lift the lightheadedness turns to dizziness and you reach out to brace yourself on the doorframe. McCoy puts a hand on your shoulder. “You feeling okay? You look a little pale.”
“Just a little dizzy, nothing serious.” you say shaking your head.
He moves beside you and takes you by the arm, “When’s the last time you ate?” he asks as he guides you away from the turbolift.
“I had a handful of crackers about 16 hours ago…”
He shakes his head, “Before that?”
You look down at the floor knowing what his reaction will be and not wanting to look him in the eye. “I think I ate breakfast three days ago.”
“That’s what I was afraid you were going to say. Have you at least been drinking enough?”
You nod and look up into his eyes. His tone was gentler than you had expected and his all too familiar scowl replaced with a look he reserved for the more troubled patients in his care. His arm around your waist holding you steady, you can’t help but think of all the times you’d dreamed of finding yourself in this position, you look down feeling yourself blush. You stumble, your legs suddenly to weak to hold you upright. He sweeps you up in his arms and carries you into the nearest empty exam room. Setting you down on the bed he pulls a tricorder from the bedside table. He begins scanning you, he stares down at the device in his hand. “Is your heart rate always this high…or do I bring it out in you?”
Your eyes widen and you look up at him. His eyes meet yours and he grins. “Contrary to popular belief I’m not totally oblivious to the people around me.”
You blush deeply thinking of all the times you’d stared at him while he worked. His movements almost like a dance, the way his hands seemed to fly, the concern etched in every line on his face. He sets the tricorder down on the table and takes one of your hands in his. “Darlin’, I know you’re doing your job and you are doing it very well but…” he sighs, “You need to take better care of yourself.”
“I’ve never been good at that.”
He smiles and moves a little closer, “I can help with that.” he says quietly, placing his index finger under your chin and tilting your face up. You sit staring into his eyes as he leans down and gently kisses you. You lean into the kiss and close your eyes. This is exactly what you’ve been dreaming of. He breaks the kiss sooner than you’d like and tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Stay put. I’ll be right back.”
You nod and watch as he walks out the door. Raising a hand you lightly touch your lips and smile, he’s as good at kissing as you expected maybe better if he hadn’t broken it off so soon. The door opens a few minutes later and he walks in with a covered tray in his hands. He sets it down on the bed beside you and takes the cover off. “I brought you something to eat, Doctors orders.”
You didn’t realize how hungry you were until you started eating the simple sandwich he brought you. He smiles as he watches you finish of the sandwich and the fruit he brought for you. Once the tray is empty he replaces the cover and sets it aside before moving closer to you again. “Feeling better now?” he asks.
You nod as he places a hand on the back of your neck and leans in. He slowly kisses your forehead, down the bridge of your nose, his lips finally hovering over yours. “How’s your heart rate now?” he says with a smirk.