Doctor, Doctor Chapter 8
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stardate64783Title: Doctor, Doctor Chapter 8
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Rated: Um...
Notes: Because I, too, can fall into the mary-Sue trap.
Summary: If Dr. Linh had to decide anything, it was that the entire senior officer crew of the Enterprise were out of their minds.
Sleep was a luxury that was warranted to those who were not on the Enterprise. Sandra was sleeping in her quarters after a shift when her holodesk bleeped. She groaned and sat up, throwing a robe on and sat down to take the call.
The image of a familiar face popped up. “Admiral Pike.” she greeted. “Can you tell me why the hell you're calling me in the middle of the night?” She yawned. “...sir?”
“Archer contacted you yet?” he asked solemnly.
“No.” She sighed and ran a hand through her messy curls. “I don't know what you guys are looking for. Or why you'd tap me.”
“Archer wanted a spy to find something to kick Mr. Scott off ship for. Luckily, I was able to be the one to pick out the right psychologist for the job.” the older man smiled. “And I did. Winnie spoke highly of you.”
She smirked. “How is she doing?”
“Much better than before.” Pike sat back in his wheelchair. “We tapped you because you were one of the few no-nonsense doctors that we could send onto the Enterprise without losing yourself.”
“And not get in Kirk's pants.”
Pike's lip quirked. “Ok, that too. Are you going to file those reports to Starfleet? On Mr. Scott?”
“I already sent them, Admiral. If you want, there could be copies requested on your behalf.” She looked at him steadily. “Admiral Archer has only been after Scotty because of a small incident. Losses happen in Starfleet. He should reference my publications. I didn't write anything that isn't true, Admiral. This ship needs Scotty.”
Pike nodded. “Understood.” He paused as if to consider his next few words carefully. “There was also a request from a lawyer from Georgia for a mental evaluation.” He shifted in his seat. “For Dr. McCoy.”
“What would a lawyer want with McCoy?” She leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms.
“The former Mrs. McCoy is arranging for a hearing on the custody of their daughter. So if they proved that McCoy is mentally unstable enough to not be allowed a child with him at any given point
That got her attention. “I see.”
“Send me the report when it's compiled.” Pike ordered.
“Aye, sir. Goodnight, sir.” He nodded and she shut off the screen. There was no way she could sleep now. So she changed into her tunic and trousers and shrugged on her lab coat. She dropped the whole ridiculous idea of wearing a skant with leggings when running around in trousers seemed much more practical. Shoving on her boots, Sandra made her way down the ship.
She had taken to walking around the ship on nights that she couldn't sleep. It helped her sort out whatever thoughts worked themselves into her mind. Pavel would most likely be asleep. She found herself in front of sickbay.
The captain and doctor were sitting on a biobed, talking quietly. “Pike just told me about how Jocelyn's wanting to rearrange the custody rights.” she heard McCoy murmur. “Shit, Jim. She really wants to take my little girl away from me.”
The captain made soothing sounds. “We'll find a way to work it out, Bones. We will.”
Sandra turned around and continued walking away. She had seen McCoy at his best (miraculously bringing men and women back to life) and his worst (drinking himself to death when death did occur). Easily, she could see that he had his own vices. But nothing that would put a child in danger. Jim would easily put a child in danger, but not the doctor.
Sandra sighed. First Scotty, now McCoy? What was it that Earth had against this crew? People began to mill about the ship as shifts ended and started. This ship was quite obviously a little family of its own. Everyone worked in sync with each other.
If Archer didn't see it so plainly in the crew, she saw it so plainly in her patients. She was just glad she was done with that business. Three years more before they're back on Earth. Jim so easily took the role of captain and fiercely protected his crew. Even if that meant he would end up in sick bay more often than not.
A blood curling scream interrupted her inner monologue. Sandra rushed into the transporter room where there was a little girl crying on the transporter pad and Scotty and Pavel cowering behind the panel.
“Pavel? Scotty? What's going on?” she asked. Her gaze fell onto the sniffling form on the pad. “Please don't tell me that's Admiral Archer's dog. Or someone in a transporter accident.”
The girl's mind easily chattered away in fear and there was a constant stream of Daddydaddydaddy that poured out from her mind. Sandra looked closely at the girl. She was young...possibly 8. Brown hair and hazel-green eyes. Those same eyes widened in recognition when she saw Sandra's blue uniform. “D-do you know daddy?” she hiccuped.
Sandra approached cautiously and knelt before the girl. “Who would your daddy be, sweetie?” she asked quietly.
The little hand clutched on the little pink suitcase and the other smushed a ragged bunny to her wet face. In her hand was a little tricorder. The kind that kids often played with. She sniffled and rubbed her nose with the brown furred rabbit.
“What's your name, sweetie?” she tried again.
“Joanna. Joanna McCoy.”
“Ach! She's McCoy's little one?!” shouted Scotty. Joanna cried out and darted over towards Sandra. She glared at the engineer. “Oh I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare ye.”
“Did you bring her here, Scotty?” Sandra asked.
“No...Mr. Scotty didn't bring me here. I ran away from home.” came the muffled reply. She sniffled and looked up at her. “Mommy was talking to Mrs. Peterson again and they were talking about taking me away from daddy!”
“Ok, sweetie. I'm gonna take you out to sick bay. My name is Dr. Linh. But...you can call me Sandra.” The girl nodded. “Pavel, I'll see you later on today ok?” she smiled at the young man. He smiled back, suddenly bright again.
She heard bits of teasing as she left the transporter room. “So why did you run away?”
“Because mommy wants to take me away from daddy.” Joanna replied solidly. “I don't wanna be away from daddy. She said...she said that daddy doesn't care. That's why he went to Starfleet. I know he secretly sends me letters almost every week. Even if mommy pretends they're not there. But I know they're there.”
“You're a really smart girl if you were able to work a transporter by yourself. How did you manage that?” Sandra asked.
The girl stiffened a bit. “I lied to Uncle Chris.” she admitted quietly. “We were in San Fransisco because Mrs. Peterson wanted to learn more about daddy and I went to see Uncle Chris. I told him that I was supposed to visit daddy.” She looked up at Sandra worriedly. “You're not going to tell, are you?”
“No, I'm not going to tell.” Sandra assured the young girl. “That's really smart though. Are you smart in school?”
“I've got top grades. Bobby Wesch likes beating up the smart kids. That was until I beat him up. Then he left smart kids alone.” Joanna grinned.
They arrived at Sick bay and Sandra had managed to get the poor girl to a non-hysterical state. The doors hissed open to the sight of McCoy tearing hell into the sick bay. Christine took pity by informing her that “the ex” had just sent McCoy a message of the custody rehearing and the lack of Joanna's presence.
Feeling the girl's hand tighten in her own, Sandra knelt down. “Don't worry, he's just scared to hear that you're gone.” she whispered. “McCoy!” she called out.
The doctor froze in his tirade. His eyes immediately softened and he rushed over to the little girl, scooping her up in his arms. “Jojo.” he whispered. “Oh Jojo. Thank god you're all right.” He kissed her face and held her tight. “Don't you dare scare me like that ever again.” He finally looked at her. “Why did you do that? Your mama's gone and worried about you. How did you get here? Oh god, I'm just glad you're in one damn piece.”
Her little arms hugged him back. “Daddy, momma was gonna make sure you couldn't even visit. So I ran away.”
Sandra took this time to retreat to her own office. It was a moment of father-daughter time. And she knew enough to never intrude on something like that. She settled into her chair and began to write up her report for McCoy.
She was halfway through when her doors opened. Looking over, she saw a small figure hop onto the patient couch. “Mama sent me to a therapist.” she started.
Sandra set down her PADD. “Oh yeah?”
“She said that she was worried about me getting the wrong idea about things. Why daddy and mama broke up.” She looked over at Sandra with such expressive eyes. “Are you going to write bad things about daddy?”
Sandra simply walked up and over to a replicator. “Actually, Miss Joanna. I was thinking we should have tea.” She smiled at the girl. “Do you like playing tea time at home?”
Immediately, she brightened up. “Yes!” She watched in reverence as Sandra set down china teacups and a teapot with all the fixings. “Your teacups are pretty.”
“They're not mine, really. They were replicated.” Sandra replied. “But I can send you a set if you want.”
“Two lumps of sugar, please.” Joana sat up. Sandra handed her a teacup. “Do you think mama is worried about me?”
“What do you think?”
“Mama's been busy with her husband.” Joanna replied. “I really wanted to come up to daddy because he knows what to do. He always knows what to do. I don't want to be separated from daddy.” She frowned. “I don't care what daddy says. Space is safer than at home.”
“Why is it safer than home?”
“Mike.” Joanna sipped her tea. Sandra gently pushed into the young girl's mind and nearly choked on her tea when she saw what the name brought about. “I don't like Mike.” Joanna said quietly. “I don't wanna go back to mama.” She sipped her tea again. “You're nicer than Dr. Roberts.”
“Well, not too many psychologists deal with the same kind of people I deal with. Remember,” Sandra winked. “I'm on the Enterprise. I'm dealing with people like Captain Kirk and Commander Spock.” Joanna giggled. “I think we should call your Uncle Chris. Let him know you're ok.”
“Uncle Chris knows I'm here.” At Sandra's stern look, the girl relented. “Ok...” Sandra moved out of her seat and let the girl call the man. Sandra's jaw nearly hit the floor when Admiral Pike's face appeared. “Hi, Uncle Chris.”
The older man frowned. “Joanna. Did you lie to me to sneak you onto the Enterprise?” he asked.
“Yes, sir.” she replied. “I'm sorry, sir.” Joanna sat ramrod straight. “Will you be in trouble, sir?”
Pike sighed, evidently weary of the day's events. “Jo, I'm not gonna lie. It's going to be hard to get this pass the rest of the brass, kid. Not to mention, public relations would have my head.”
“Sir, if I may interject.” Sandra spoke up. “Joanna has revealed information to press charges against the former Mrs. McCoy.”
Both admiral and little girl stared at her. “I was wondering why the hail was from your offices.” Pike conceded.
Sandra knelt next to Joanna. “Sweetie, you can make the bad man go away. You have the power to stop this. You need to tell Admiral Pike about it.” They waited on baited breath until she nodded. “Ok, baby, I'm gonna stand outside to give you some privacy.”
Sandra stepped outside. She was able to take a deep breath before the red alarm went off and she rolled her eyes. “Can there be at least one goddamn week without the ship being in danger?!” she shouted. She entered her office again. “Joanna, Admiral, I'm sorry to cut this transmission short. She'll call you when we're not under attack.” She ended the communication and gathered her in her arms.
“What's happening?” Joanna asked. They were thrown forward from a hit, landing face forward on the couch.
“Oh just Uncle Jim's captaining, I'm sure.” Sandra groaned as she righted herself again. “Come on, we'll go find a safe place to put you in.” They walked out of the offices to find a flurry of people rushing by. Medical bay would be the worse place to go to. “We'll meet up with your daddy later. How about we go to my quarters? We'll have more tea there.”
Joanna nodded and held on tight.
The thoughts slammed into her mind before she could see the twisted faces of Klingons. Quickly, she ducked the two of them into an officer conference room. She set Joanna at the table. “I'm gonna need you to be quiet, sweetie.” She turned towards the access pad next to the door and keyed in an encrypted lock code that Pavel had taught her a few weeks ago. Sandra quickly pulled up a console and wrote in the program for an infinite security feed from before to make the room seemed empty.
“Are you staying here with me?” the girl asked.
“No, I need to assist your dad out there. But I need you to be quiet, baby. So that you stay safe ok?” Sandra stared at the girl. She fished through her pockets and handed her a communicator. “Here. If you run into any trouble, any trouble at all, I want you to call Chekov, ok?” The girl finally nodded. She hugged Joanna and rushed out the door.
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Rated: Um...
Notes: Because I, too, can fall into the mary-Sue trap.
Summary: If Dr. Linh had to decide anything, it was that the entire senior officer crew of the Enterprise were out of their minds.
Sleep was a luxury that was warranted to those who were not on the Enterprise. Sandra was sleeping in her quarters after a shift when her holodesk bleeped. She groaned and sat up, throwing a robe on and sat down to take the call.
The image of a familiar face popped up. “Admiral Pike.” she greeted. “Can you tell me why the hell you're calling me in the middle of the night?” She yawned. “...sir?”
“Archer contacted you yet?” he asked solemnly.
“No.” She sighed and ran a hand through her messy curls. “I don't know what you guys are looking for. Or why you'd tap me.”
“Archer wanted a spy to find something to kick Mr. Scott off ship for. Luckily, I was able to be the one to pick out the right psychologist for the job.” the older man smiled. “And I did. Winnie spoke highly of you.”
She smirked. “How is she doing?”
“Much better than before.” Pike sat back in his wheelchair. “We tapped you because you were one of the few no-nonsense doctors that we could send onto the Enterprise without losing yourself.”
“And not get in Kirk's pants.”
Pike's lip quirked. “Ok, that too. Are you going to file those reports to Starfleet? On Mr. Scott?”
“I already sent them, Admiral. If you want, there could be copies requested on your behalf.” She looked at him steadily. “Admiral Archer has only been after Scotty because of a small incident. Losses happen in Starfleet. He should reference my publications. I didn't write anything that isn't true, Admiral. This ship needs Scotty.”
Pike nodded. “Understood.” He paused as if to consider his next few words carefully. “There was also a request from a lawyer from Georgia for a mental evaluation.” He shifted in his seat. “For Dr. McCoy.”
“What would a lawyer want with McCoy?” She leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms.
“The former Mrs. McCoy is arranging for a hearing on the custody of their daughter. So if they proved that McCoy is mentally unstable enough to not be allowed a child with him at any given point
That got her attention. “I see.”
“Send me the report when it's compiled.” Pike ordered.
“Aye, sir. Goodnight, sir.” He nodded and she shut off the screen. There was no way she could sleep now. So she changed into her tunic and trousers and shrugged on her lab coat. She dropped the whole ridiculous idea of wearing a skant with leggings when running around in trousers seemed much more practical. Shoving on her boots, Sandra made her way down the ship.
She had taken to walking around the ship on nights that she couldn't sleep. It helped her sort out whatever thoughts worked themselves into her mind. Pavel would most likely be asleep. She found herself in front of sickbay.
The captain and doctor were sitting on a biobed, talking quietly. “Pike just told me about how Jocelyn's wanting to rearrange the custody rights.” she heard McCoy murmur. “Shit, Jim. She really wants to take my little girl away from me.”
The captain made soothing sounds. “We'll find a way to work it out, Bones. We will.”
Sandra turned around and continued walking away. She had seen McCoy at his best (miraculously bringing men and women back to life) and his worst (drinking himself to death when death did occur). Easily, she could see that he had his own vices. But nothing that would put a child in danger. Jim would easily put a child in danger, but not the doctor.
Sandra sighed. First Scotty, now McCoy? What was it that Earth had against this crew? People began to mill about the ship as shifts ended and started. This ship was quite obviously a little family of its own. Everyone worked in sync with each other.
If Archer didn't see it so plainly in the crew, she saw it so plainly in her patients. She was just glad she was done with that business. Three years more before they're back on Earth. Jim so easily took the role of captain and fiercely protected his crew. Even if that meant he would end up in sick bay more often than not.
A blood curling scream interrupted her inner monologue. Sandra rushed into the transporter room where there was a little girl crying on the transporter pad and Scotty and Pavel cowering behind the panel.
“Pavel? Scotty? What's going on?” she asked. Her gaze fell onto the sniffling form on the pad. “Please don't tell me that's Admiral Archer's dog. Or someone in a transporter accident.”
The girl's mind easily chattered away in fear and there was a constant stream of Daddydaddydaddy that poured out from her mind. Sandra looked closely at the girl. She was young...possibly 8. Brown hair and hazel-green eyes. Those same eyes widened in recognition when she saw Sandra's blue uniform. “D-do you know daddy?” she hiccuped.
Sandra approached cautiously and knelt before the girl. “Who would your daddy be, sweetie?” she asked quietly.
The little hand clutched on the little pink suitcase and the other smushed a ragged bunny to her wet face. In her hand was a little tricorder. The kind that kids often played with. She sniffled and rubbed her nose with the brown furred rabbit.
“What's your name, sweetie?” she tried again.
“Joanna. Joanna McCoy.”
“Ach! She's McCoy's little one?!” shouted Scotty. Joanna cried out and darted over towards Sandra. She glared at the engineer. “Oh I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare ye.”
“Did you bring her here, Scotty?” Sandra asked.
“No...Mr. Scotty didn't bring me here. I ran away from home.” came the muffled reply. She sniffled and looked up at her. “Mommy was talking to Mrs. Peterson again and they were talking about taking me away from daddy!”
“Ok, sweetie. I'm gonna take you out to sick bay. My name is Dr. Linh. But...you can call me Sandra.” The girl nodded. “Pavel, I'll see you later on today ok?” she smiled at the young man. He smiled back, suddenly bright again.
She heard bits of teasing as she left the transporter room. “So why did you run away?”
“Because mommy wants to take me away from daddy.” Joanna replied solidly. “I don't wanna be away from daddy. She said...she said that daddy doesn't care. That's why he went to Starfleet. I know he secretly sends me letters almost every week. Even if mommy pretends they're not there. But I know they're there.”
“You're a really smart girl if you were able to work a transporter by yourself. How did you manage that?” Sandra asked.
The girl stiffened a bit. “I lied to Uncle Chris.” she admitted quietly. “We were in San Fransisco because Mrs. Peterson wanted to learn more about daddy and I went to see Uncle Chris. I told him that I was supposed to visit daddy.” She looked up at Sandra worriedly. “You're not going to tell, are you?”
“No, I'm not going to tell.” Sandra assured the young girl. “That's really smart though. Are you smart in school?”
“I've got top grades. Bobby Wesch likes beating up the smart kids. That was until I beat him up. Then he left smart kids alone.” Joanna grinned.
They arrived at Sick bay and Sandra had managed to get the poor girl to a non-hysterical state. The doors hissed open to the sight of McCoy tearing hell into the sick bay. Christine took pity by informing her that “the ex” had just sent McCoy a message of the custody rehearing and the lack of Joanna's presence.
Feeling the girl's hand tighten in her own, Sandra knelt down. “Don't worry, he's just scared to hear that you're gone.” she whispered. “McCoy!” she called out.
The doctor froze in his tirade. His eyes immediately softened and he rushed over to the little girl, scooping her up in his arms. “Jojo.” he whispered. “Oh Jojo. Thank god you're all right.” He kissed her face and held her tight. “Don't you dare scare me like that ever again.” He finally looked at her. “Why did you do that? Your mama's gone and worried about you. How did you get here? Oh god, I'm just glad you're in one damn piece.”
Her little arms hugged him back. “Daddy, momma was gonna make sure you couldn't even visit. So I ran away.”
Sandra took this time to retreat to her own office. It was a moment of father-daughter time. And she knew enough to never intrude on something like that. She settled into her chair and began to write up her report for McCoy.
She was halfway through when her doors opened. Looking over, she saw a small figure hop onto the patient couch. “Mama sent me to a therapist.” she started.
Sandra set down her PADD. “Oh yeah?”
“She said that she was worried about me getting the wrong idea about things. Why daddy and mama broke up.” She looked over at Sandra with such expressive eyes. “Are you going to write bad things about daddy?”
Sandra simply walked up and over to a replicator. “Actually, Miss Joanna. I was thinking we should have tea.” She smiled at the girl. “Do you like playing tea time at home?”
Immediately, she brightened up. “Yes!” She watched in reverence as Sandra set down china teacups and a teapot with all the fixings. “Your teacups are pretty.”
“They're not mine, really. They were replicated.” Sandra replied. “But I can send you a set if you want.”
“Two lumps of sugar, please.” Joana sat up. Sandra handed her a teacup. “Do you think mama is worried about me?”
“What do you think?”
“Mama's been busy with her husband.” Joanna replied. “I really wanted to come up to daddy because he knows what to do. He always knows what to do. I don't want to be separated from daddy.” She frowned. “I don't care what daddy says. Space is safer than at home.”
“Why is it safer than home?”
“Mike.” Joanna sipped her tea. Sandra gently pushed into the young girl's mind and nearly choked on her tea when she saw what the name brought about. “I don't like Mike.” Joanna said quietly. “I don't wanna go back to mama.” She sipped her tea again. “You're nicer than Dr. Roberts.”
“Well, not too many psychologists deal with the same kind of people I deal with. Remember,” Sandra winked. “I'm on the Enterprise. I'm dealing with people like Captain Kirk and Commander Spock.” Joanna giggled. “I think we should call your Uncle Chris. Let him know you're ok.”
“Uncle Chris knows I'm here.” At Sandra's stern look, the girl relented. “Ok...” Sandra moved out of her seat and let the girl call the man. Sandra's jaw nearly hit the floor when Admiral Pike's face appeared. “Hi, Uncle Chris.”
The older man frowned. “Joanna. Did you lie to me to sneak you onto the Enterprise?” he asked.
“Yes, sir.” she replied. “I'm sorry, sir.” Joanna sat ramrod straight. “Will you be in trouble, sir?”
Pike sighed, evidently weary of the day's events. “Jo, I'm not gonna lie. It's going to be hard to get this pass the rest of the brass, kid. Not to mention, public relations would have my head.”
“Sir, if I may interject.” Sandra spoke up. “Joanna has revealed information to press charges against the former Mrs. McCoy.”
Both admiral and little girl stared at her. “I was wondering why the hail was from your offices.” Pike conceded.
Sandra knelt next to Joanna. “Sweetie, you can make the bad man go away. You have the power to stop this. You need to tell Admiral Pike about it.” They waited on baited breath until she nodded. “Ok, baby, I'm gonna stand outside to give you some privacy.”
Sandra stepped outside. She was able to take a deep breath before the red alarm went off and she rolled her eyes. “Can there be at least one goddamn week without the ship being in danger?!” she shouted. She entered her office again. “Joanna, Admiral, I'm sorry to cut this transmission short. She'll call you when we're not under attack.” She ended the communication and gathered her in her arms.
“What's happening?” Joanna asked. They were thrown forward from a hit, landing face forward on the couch.
“Oh just Uncle Jim's captaining, I'm sure.” Sandra groaned as she righted herself again. “Come on, we'll go find a safe place to put you in.” They walked out of the offices to find a flurry of people rushing by. Medical bay would be the worse place to go to. “We'll meet up with your daddy later. How about we go to my quarters? We'll have more tea there.”
Joanna nodded and held on tight.
The thoughts slammed into her mind before she could see the twisted faces of Klingons. Quickly, she ducked the two of them into an officer conference room. She set Joanna at the table. “I'm gonna need you to be quiet, sweetie.” She turned towards the access pad next to the door and keyed in an encrypted lock code that Pavel had taught her a few weeks ago. Sandra quickly pulled up a console and wrote in the program for an infinite security feed from before to make the room seemed empty.
“Are you staying here with me?” the girl asked.
“No, I need to assist your dad out there. But I need you to be quiet, baby. So that you stay safe ok?” Sandra stared at the girl. She fished through her pockets and handed her a communicator. “Here. If you run into any trouble, any trouble at all, I want you to call Chekov, ok?” The girl finally nodded. She hugged Joanna and rushed out the door.
