Star Trek One Shots

Sleep - Bones

A/N: Ah Bones, one of my favorites! I saw a one-shot similar to this and it was just such a cute idea that I had to write up one like it myself! Anyway, I hope you like it. Don't forget to request any ideas or characters you want to see me write in the future. If not that's okay too, I have a lot of my own ideas I'm excited to write as well although I usually won't write Sulu, Scotty, or Chekov unless specifically requested. It's just too hard for me to write about them unprompted. Until next time!

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You were exhausted. Not only had Nurse Greenburg asked you to pick up his shift for him - stupid Greenburg - forcing you to work back to back shifts. Now, just as you were about to head back to your quarters to rest, twelve severely injured came into the med bay after an engine room disaster. With the next shift not coming for another two hours, it was up to you to stay and help the other nurses tend to the wounded engineers. Lucky you.

Suppressing a groan, you immediately set to work. As the head doctor in the med bay at the moment, it was your job to direct the other nurses. That meant tending to the critical and unstable patients while also maintaining order over the unpracticed nurses who had yet to deal with a medical crisis yet. Again, lucky you.

"Nurse Henshaw, I need you to page Dr. McCoy. Tell him to get his  ass down here, stat!" The nurse nodded nervously under your harsh tone before scrambling to the nearest intercom to relay your message.

"Come on, Bones," You grumbled, "Where are you?"

Several more minutes passed by with no sign of your fellow doctor and your mild irritation had turned to white-hot anger. You were tired and cranky. You were on your third shift in a row and if you had to hear one more wounded engineer complain about your not so pleasant bedside manner you were going to strangle someone. If you had to endure all of this, the least Bones could do was show up for an extra shift. What was he doing anyway?

"Nurse Henshaw!" You bellowed at the nurse across the room making several other nurses and patients flinch. Nurse Henshaw came running over, a scared look on his face.

"Yes, Dr. y/l/n?"

"Where is McCoy?" You shot the nurse a withering glare as you tied your patient's splint on a little too tight, making them blanch.

"I do-don't know, doctor," Nurse Henshaw stammered, "Would you like me to page him again?"

"No," You growled, "I'll get him myself. Make sure Mr. One-Legged here gets the right prescription. I wrote it down on here."

You shoved the clipboard you had been holding into the nurse's chest before stalking off, sending your assistant, Dr. Porter, a quick 'you're in charge, Porter' before storming out of the med bay.

On your way to Bone's quarters, you passed a few Enterprise crew members. They all hurriedly ducked out of your way as you passed, seeing the murderous glint in your eyes. When you made it to the doctor's room you began to pound loudly on his door.

"Bones!" You shouted, "Get your sorry as down to medical, right now! Nurse Henshaw paged you almost a whole-"

The door opened suddenly. The words of anger dying almost instantly when you saw the state of your doctor - er - the doctor. He looked absolutely breathtaking. He was still in his sleep clothes wearing a large, wrinkly shirt that looked obviously worn and therefore very soft, and a pair of shorts that clung way too close to his strong legs to leave much to the imagination. The worst part, however, the part that made your heart practically leap out of your chest was his hair. It wasn't its usual neat hairdo. Instead, it looked incredibly messy, sections of hair sticking out in every direction. More than anything you just wanted to step forward and run a hand through it and when Bones reached up and did exactly that your knees almost gave way. God, he was gorgeous.