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@lieutenantmaggiecarlisle
"You’re very cute when you get sentimental."
[ he couldn’t help but grin, bringing her a lot closer. hands smoothing up and down her back, pressing another gentle kiss to the side of her head. ]
[ she shifted a little, looking up and meeting his gaze with a smile ]
"You're cute when you show you care... you should do it more often. It's attractive."
"Good, because we know how that ends."
[ he can’t help but grin, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of her head, keeping her as close as physically possible. ]
"Yeah? I smell sentiment."
[ her smile widened at his kiss the bit of tenderness just what she needed ]
"..well, maybe a little sentiment. Y'mean a lot t'me, Tony.. can't go changin' that."
[ he smiles a little, wrapping his arms around her, bringing her close. ]
"You did? You’re getting sentimental on me, now, Maggie?"
"Sentimental? Nah... 'course not."
[ she laughed at that a little, shaking her head against his shoulder. ]
"But I do feel better with you here, y'know."
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"Do you really need to ask? C’mere then.”
"Good."
[ the good doctor hugged Tony tight, face nuzzling into the crook of his neck. ]
"Missed ya.. 'specially that smile o'yours.."
"Now, Maggie, did you really expect anything else? Why on earth would I change?”
"Now that's true -- can I at least get a decent hug from ya?"
"Good morning."
"..I don' see you for ages, an' all I get is a good mornin'? At least you haven't gone an' changed on me."
" -- Tony."
Anxious Medic ➝ Aella & Maggie
[ Aella watched in silence as the other worked over her in silence, keeping her back straight and her words nonexistent. The lie that the doctor gave her was obvious, even to a human, and Aella watched her with sharp, careful black eyes. ]
"You have read my file. I find it excessively illogical for you to lie to an empath."
[ She tried not to notice how stoic Aella was. The nurse knew better than to lie to an empath, but by now it was so ingrained in her to avoid her emotions that lying was instinct. It was safer. ] "Small pinch"
[ The nurse mumbled, administering the hypo's as gently as she could. Maggie nodded, forcing a smile as she looked back up to her patient. ]
"Yeah, it probably is, darlin'. But lyin' about the little things is all I've got... no need t'be worryin' my patients."
Yes, there’s something wrong. We almost had sex, which could get the both of us in a shit-storm of trouble if any higher-ups of Starfleet caught wind of it, and now I’m all sorts of confused about certain feelings—
His thoughts are practically written across his forehead in a Vegas blinking sign, but he managed to shake off any bristling goose bumps creeping up his spine, and offer her a comfortable smile.
’ Everything’s fine, lieutenant. ‘
—-God damn it, the rank, again? Really?
He might have had the steadiest hands on the ship, but he had the shakiest way with women.
Turning on his heel, hands clasped behind his back, he lead her back into the quiet confines of his office. Instead of rounding the desk and sitting in his chair, he leaned back against the edge of it, arms tucked over his chest.
’ We need to talk. ‘
Lieutenant.
Leonard hadn't called her by her rank in years. They knew each other and called one another by their names. That alone got the nurse a little more serious, a slight frown taking on her lips as she followed the other.
For a moment she thought something was seriously wrong, despite McCoy's insistent reassurance. He was acting strangely, and Maggie knew it, and all she wanted was an answer. A reason.
"..apparently we do."
Maggie looked at Leonard earnestly, walking up to him and squeezing his shoulder gently. "What goin' on, Len?" She sucked in a breath, already having a decent idea of the problem before he said a word.
You two almost slept together.. doing that could've gotten either of you transferred. Or, y'know, banned from Starfleet.
"Talk to me, sugar. What's botherin' you so bad?"
Well, things since their little interruption had been—
—for a lack of a better word, awkward.
She hadn’t been able to look at him much, not that Leonard could tell. When their eyes did meet from across the medbay, it was a brief, nervous glance. Hazel met brown and as quick as the gesture came, it was gone, because one of the two had averted their gaze in a rush.
Leonard didn’t have the guts, nor the want, to discuss what had happened between the two of them. She’d been distraught, and he lonely.
They’d been friends since the Academy. A few kisses and murmured confessions wouldn’t ruin their friendship. Leonard would be damned if he’d let it.
Surely, it didn’t mean anything… Did it?
Pursing his lips, the CMO let the over used PADD in his hands to rest against the wooden surface of his desk. It was a relatively slow day in the Enterprise’s medbay, and most of the nurses were off doing much needed stock inventory. All but one, that was likely to be signing off on any existing order forms at the nurse’s station.
Maggie.
Before he was aware that he was even standing, let alone halfway out of his office, Leonard strode through the sliding doors and wove the line of biobeds, toward the brunette who was busy carving her signature across the transparent screen of her personal PADD. ‘Lieutenant—-‘
—-Really, you had to use her title to get her attention?
’ Can I speak with you in my office, please? ‘<sub/p>
She wanted to be professional; the last thing the head nurse and CMO needed to be was this. Maggie couldn't make herself look at the man for more than a few seconds before she looked away, feeling hopelessly embarrassed. The nurse never thought she would've said a word... or even come so close to-
It didn't matter. They'd kissed and almost had sex. They were adults. These things happened. It was life.
But the issue was Maggie might have meant what she said.
Ms. Carlisle signed away on her PADD, the stylus moving quickly and efficiently. She had stacks of work that needed to pass by her desk before her shift ended. And that time wasn't too far off.
At the sound of Leonard's voice, she almost jumped. The nurse looked up at her superior, trying to appear as professional as she could.
"...of course, sir. Is something' wrong?"
Anxious Medic ➝ Aella & Maggie
[ Aella blinked, not understanding the human’s words for a moment. Was the ‘nice change’ the fact that Aella was prompt, which was a rare thing for her personally, or was it a ‘nice change’ because other humans were normally not prompt? It seemed illogical to question the other on it, however, so the Betazoid ignored it. ]
"You are troubled." [ It was, obviously, not a question, but a statement. Aella believed she should at least pose one to her, out of political correctness if nothing else. ] "Why are you working today?"
[ The nurse ran her tricorder over Aella slowly, doing a more detailed scan and finding nothing to worry about. The woman was healthy, more so than a lot of her patients today. Maggie did notice the other's confusion, and she looked at her kindly. ] "It's nice to have someone on time, honey. 's all."
[ She was prepared to give Aella a quick hypo booster set, since it was per regulation for this physical, but the question struck her. Maggie stopped her movements, freezing initially but letting her hands fall to her sides. ]
"It's my job, Aella. 'm fine" [ Maggie lied through her teeth, forcing a smile even though she knew it'd look fake. She turned to the counter, setting up the three hypo's and setting them on her tray. ] "It's jus' been a busy day, darlin'."
Anxious Medic ➝ Aella & Maggie
[ There was something… not very well hidden, just barely beneath the medic’s forced veneer. The anxiety was obvious even from a distance—it was as if it were hollering, screaming, begging to be noticed. ]
"Yes. Lieutenant Aella Moore."
[ Of course, Aella was still not quite used to people associating her with her first name. That demanded familiarity that she shared with no one. ]
"I am here for a physical, though I do wish to pose your second question to your person."
[ The Betazoid tilted her head slightly, black eyes curious but face blank as she assessed the other. ]
[ Maggie had briefly met with the other woman once before, or at least part of her had thought she did. She pulled up the woman's file as she prepped her tricorder, remembering that Aella was an empath, and her anxiety was probably causing some trouble for her patient. She did her best to push it aside. ]
"Of course, hun. You're prompt.. 's a nice change. It'll be very quick"
[ The nurse ran her scans, smiling slightly at the completely normal vitals from her patient. ]
"..sure, darlin'. You can ask me anythin'."
[[ *whispers* perf human beings are here. come talk to Mags please she's lonely ]]
[ Biomonthly examinations.
Her favorite thing, if she were to imply the human tendency of sarcasm.
The black-eyed Betazoid stood in the corner of the room, hair back in a loose bun, arms at parade rest behind her as she surveyed those around her.
There was one lieutenant who her gaze kept catching. A young woman, brown hair. She’d seen seen the rather energetic woman before, but she seemed different now. More… reserved.
Her emotions were nearly hollering at the Betazoid—she swallowed back as she moved up to next in the line, questioning if it was her intuition that had led her to choose this day to come in for examination. ]
"I am next," [ she voiced as she approached the other, watching her carefully. ]
"Lieutenant… Carlisle, is it?"
[ The nurse turned, meeting the eyes of the Betaziod cheerfully. She remembered the woman, and greeted her as such. ]
"Yes, that'd be me honey. Aella... right?"
[ The nurse motioned for the young woman to follow her, pointing out the empty bed with a slightly shaky hand. Her anxiety was through the roof, and her mind was focused on memories that refused to not remain hidden. Anniversaries had a tendency to do such things. ]
"'s nice to see you darlin'. Are you here for a physical, or is somthin' botherin' you?'"
[ The nurse was, emotionally, unfit to be working. Her thoughts were swarming and her usually steady hands had the slightest bit of a tremor in them. But Maggie kept her smile; helping patients as they came in, hoping Leonard and the rest of the staff wouldn't notice. ]
"..who's next?"
[ She kept her back turned for a moment, scrolling through her PADD, the hand working the touch screen shaking far more than she would've liked. ]
"That’s very moderate of you, and probably wise. Though wisdom can change over three hundred years, I’ve been told. Anything historical you have would be more than enough. I have some catching up to do."
"Centuries old or not.. 'm stickin' to what I know. My father knew best."
"I can do that, sugar... I'll be right back." She was sure to smile before she left.
