Doctor, Doctor Chapter 11

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Title: Doctor, Doctor Chapter 11
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.

The sun rose over the horizon for a new day. But Sandra was awake before the dawn actually broke over the sky. A few inches away from her was a face that looked even more young and innocent in sleep. She wanted to reach out and stroke his face, play with his curls. He was so childlike. And yet...the events of last night proved that he was not a child at all. Was it worth it? Her dark eyes raked over his slumbering form. Was it really worth the risk to be involved with someone like this? Her parents had warned her once that Earth men may not be capable of being compatible with a Betazoid. Xenophiles, they said. In high school, she learned that they were right. Boys fawned over the mere fact that she was a Betazoid; something alien and cool to experiment with. Would Pavel be the same?

She gave into her urge to play with a curl. He moaned softly at the touch and leaned into her hand, trying to snuggle further towards her. Sandra watched as he kept scooting until he comfortably wrapped his arms around her and brought her to his chest. Pavel let out a contented sigh and an impish smile played across those rose lips. Her eyes narrowed. He was either feigning sleep or just didn't want to get up yet.

"I'm older than you." she croaked.

"I know." he replied.

"And your superior."

"Only if I were in sciences."

She paused. Every argument, he would have an answer. Every turn, he would stop her. "Pavel, I'm old enough for my tits to sag to the floor."

His chest bounced her head as he chuckled. "So I will hold them up for you." he whispered in her ear. Those hands reached up to cup and mold said body part.

"Pavel, I'm serious. What is this? What is it going to be?" She sat up and wrapped the sheet around herself, pulling away from those warm arms and strong hands. "Is it to satisfy a teenage bucket list? Bang a cougar? A Betazoid?"

There was a long pause. Pavel's eyes slowly opened and focused on her. "I am 20 years old." he started slowly. "In the past 3 years alone, I have faced more than so many others my age. The keptin...he always try to set me up. He say, 'Here, Chekov! Enjoy your first night!' or 'Chekov, it's about time you lost your virginity!' or something. The doctor...he always call me kid. I can be 50 and he will call me kid. And that is ok." He raised himself up and sat behind her, wrapping his arms around her again. "Do you not believe I know love? Have I not proven it to you last night?" There shouldn't be such a sense of assurance from being squeezed tightly. "This will be whatever we want it to be. If you want it to be just physical, is ok. I will love you in spirit. If you want it not physical, is ok. I will still love you in spirit." He leaned in close again. "Though you would need to excuse me periodically to take care of physical needs." He nuzzled her neck. "I do not want you because you are Betazoid. You can be Andorian or Klingon. And I will still love you. Though with Klingon, it may be difficult."

"I--"

"Sandra, we shared a beautiful night. Look me in the eyes and tell me that you do not love me. Tell me you want to stop this and we will remain friends." Pavel insisted.

Sandra turned in his arms. Those big, blue eyes stared back at her in determination...hope? Her gaze fell to his lips, his cheekbones, his nose. Everything was pale and flawless. She couldn't. He was just a boy. But last night, he proved to be a man in every way. The face spoke of childhood. But the body and heart spoke of adulthood and love. Breaking protocol. It's ignored anyway. Fear of being hurt. This is worth the risk. Her tongue darted out to wet her own lips. "Pavel..." She looked into his eyes again. Those damn eyes that spoke volumes at any given moment. Now, they promised to keep her safe, to never hurt her, to love her unconditionally. "No...I don't want to stop." Something bubbled within her. She leaned forward and covered his face with kisses, her fingers threading through those curls. "I don't want to stop." she repeated. "I don't ever want to stop."

"Yamayo." he breathed. Pavel pulled her into his arms again and collapsed onto the bed. "And now, we sleep."

"Sleep?"

“Yes. It is shore leave. And I want to enjoy sleeping in with the woman I love.” He grinned cheekily at her. She let out a surprised bark of laughter then he threw the white cotton sheets over them. "Ya tebya lyubov." he whispered, snuggling against her.

Sandra stared as he settled into sleep again. Perhaps...just maybe this would all work out. She snuggled back and could swear that the buzz of Russian words in her head accelerated. As sleep and mental exhaustion came, she decided...maybe it would work.

However, their nap was interrupted by the loud ring of the communication line. Sandra grunted. “Pavel, could you answer that?”

“Nyet.” came the muffled reply from behind her.

“What about doing all that stuff for me?”

“Answering communications are not included.” Sandra rolled her eyes when she felt him grin against her back. The sun was shining through the blinds, telling them it was some time in the afternoon. He drew her close. “Maybe if we don't answer, it will go away.” Eventually, the ringing stopped. “See?” To only be replaced by frantic knocking on her door. Pavel cursed and buried them both under pillows and blankets.

Sandra chuckled and reached for a robe. “It could be the captain, Pavel. With some world shattering adventure or something.” Throwing on the robe, she shuffled over the beige carpet. “Computer, who's at the door?”

“Captain Kirk, James T.” replied the automated voice.

The doors slid open to reveal a very frantic looking James T. Kirk. “Captain? Is there something wrong?”

“I can't find Bones. I also can't Lt. Young. But mostly I can't find Bones.” The blonde barged in and began to pace. “I was going to surprise him with breakfast and lunch but I can't find him. Jo's freaking out because she hasn't seen him today at all either.” He continued to pace. “You think it was too soon with the proposal? I knew it was too soon. Damnit. I should've waited.”

Sandra sighed. “Pavel, we better get dressed. You stay with the captain and see if you can get in touch with Lt. Young. I'm gonna go find Doctor McCoy.” She held one of the sheets around her and threw a glare at their captain. Her hands rooted through the suitcase to grab an Academy t-shirt and jeans before heading into the bathroom to change.

“Chekov, why the hell are you naked? And what are you doing in Dr. Linh's room?” came the muffled question a few seconds later.

She breezed past the captain and dropped a kiss on Pavel's cheek before leaving. “Ok...if I were Leonard...where would I be?” With her answer, she walked off in the direction of the Golden Gate Bridge.
 

And, as expected, he was sitting on a bunch in the park that faced the bridge. Thankfully, there was no paper bag or bottle nearby. The fog had long disappeared to another sunny day in San Fransisco with the bridge gleaming in the distance. Leonard, however, was staring at the bridge as if the twist of metal held all the answers in the world. She sighed and sat down next to him.

What if it's like with Jocelyn? He's going to leave me like she did. Realize that I'm a crap husband. Damn. I am a crap husband. And I'm not even married yet. I'm gonna screw this up. Damnit. Damnit. Damnit. Damnit.

"Something on your mind, Leonard?" she asked, breaking the silence.He turned and glared at her. She tsked. He didn't bother to shave or comb his hair for the day. He glared at her.

You already know what's on my damn mind, why the hell do you even bother to ask?

"Courtesy." she replied out loud, leaning back. "How long have you two been together?"

"Friends with benefits." he grumbled. "Through the Academy. Then exclusively after he got the damn ship." She watched him carefully. Leonard crossed his arms and seemed to curl into himself. Most of his thoughts were along the same vein as earlier: Damnit, Jim. I'm not a good husband. Why the hell did you ask me to...?

They watched as birds flew through the skies with Leonard seething and herself reflecting. "He's not your ex wife." Sandra finally said.

He snorted. "I'm pretty sure I know that."

"Then get the damn picture of Jocelyn out of your head when you imagine matrimony with him." she replied simply. He glared at her. "Think about it. You think matrimony, you see Jocelyn. Are you marrying Jocelyn?"

He sighed. "No." He ran a hand through his hair. "Damnit. I just don't want to screw it up again."

"You won't. Your relationship with the captain is deeper than most couples are in their first 20 years of marriage. Like all those times you were in arranging the Aviophobia meetings and he came by to pick you up afterward for drinks?" She smiled at the memory.

His eyes widened. "You remember that? Dr. Hagaard was in charge of that!"

"Yes, he was. But I was still running clinic hours there. I would always see him waiting in the waiting room for you, fiddling with everything or flirting with the secretary." Sandra grinned. "Then he just becomes a ray of sunshine when he sees you." Leonard was silent for a few minutes. "He tore up my freakin hotel room looking for you."

The corner of his lip twitched. "Yeah?"

"Oh yeah. Had to er...cover a few things to be sure he didn't see anything." Sandra coughed to cover the blush. Leonard raised an eyebrow. "We should head back." She stood up. "Come on, doc."

He grunted, rubbed his eyes and stood up. "I guess I could use some food. And we don't need Jim frettin' over me more than he usually does."