FANG GIRLS

It was the day after “The Day of the Living Dead”. Nurse Christine Chapel took a deep breath, at last, the rush was over. There were only three patients left on the ward and the medical records for the all wounded had been updated. Who knew maybe she could actually sleep tonight?

The door swished open and Chris smiled. Her relief, Lt. Nancy Levi, had arrived accompanied by Lt. Commander Siobhan Fitzpatrick of Security. Nancy was petite with a mane of dark wavy hair and big brown eyes. Her admirers said she was voluptuous, Star Fleet said she was on the verge on being overweight.

Siobhan wore the standard uniform for Security a red shirt and black pants. She was tall, muscular with a panther’s grace. She also had a panther’s bright green eyes. Her short hair was copper red, this month.

Nancy inclined her head towards the Chief Medical’s Officer’s door. “Is he in there?” She wet her full lips nervously.

Christine nodded. Nancy tried to straighten her uniform. She tugged down and it exposed too much cleavage, she pulled up and her black over-tights hove into view.

“Stop fidgeting.” hissed Siobhan. “Let’s get this over with.”

The three ladies strode over to Doctor McCoy’s office. Nurse Chapel rang the bell. They heard a muffled “Come in” and the door slid open.

Commander Leonard H. McCoy looked haggard. The bags under his eyes looked like a matching set of luggage. There was a patch on his left jaw where he missed shaving this morning. He smiled when he saw his guests. “Ah, the three graces. What can I do for you lovely ladies?” He stood.

“It about yesterday.” Chris began “We want to thank you.”

“Thank you for saving our lives.” Nancy gushed. “And thank you for exposing your - yourself for our sakes.” Her cheeks were flush and her dark eyes sparkled.

“You’re entirely welcome.” McCoy bowed and spread his hands wide. “Please, don’t mention it.”

Christine said; “Commander Fitzpatrick told us that you deliberately chose to come to our defense. You chose the danger.”

McCoy looked sharply at the Security Chief. She explained. “I was on duty when the Captain debriefed you. I couldn’t help but overhear.” She ran her hands through her short hair. “I only confirmed what they already knew, when Lt. Chapel asked. I told Chris and Nancy that you recognized them and deliberately raced to saved them for the, er, zombies. I didn’t volunteer information and I won’t.” She looked at him levelly and smiled.

Nancy piped up; “None of us will! Doctor McCoy you‘re ….”

“A tired ol’ country doctor drowin’ in paperwork, Nancy darlin’” He favored her with a lopsided smile and she gazed at him enrapted with adoring puppy-dog eyes.

Chapel cleared her throat. “Nance, I’m going off duty now. Make sure our healer/hero isn’t here past 1800. He needs his beauty sleep. Call Mr. Spock if you have to.” She took Nurse Levi’s arm and they left McCoy’s office.

Siobhan and Christine left Nancy to the Beta watch and departed Sick Bay.

Siobhan laughed; “She’s got it bad.”

“But good.” Chris agreed.

“So hero worship or obsession? Whatta think?“ asked Si.

“Nance has a serious case of obsession. I know all the symptoms, all to well.” Christine said.

“Well, why not. McCoy is a handsome doctor.” Fitzpatrick smiled dreamily.

“A single doctor.” Chapel amended.

“A Southern gentleman with a honey-dripping drawl.” Fitzpatrick up the stakes.

“A thousand watt smile with blue-eyes to die for.” Chris threw in.

“Not to mention a angst-ridden hero with a tragic secret.” Siobhan pointed out.

“Ah, the enticing musk of danger.” Christine sighed and fluttered her eyelashes. She caught Si’s eye and they were reduced to a fit of giggles.

“Should we tell her who the real president of the Leonard H. McCoy fan club is?” Si wondered.

“No,” Chris said softly, “let her dream. Besides everyone is entitled to some secrets.”

FIN