[ She'd raised hell when she found out the Captain was sending a team back to the planet's surface without her. He'd insisted it was just a routine clean up crew, and there was no need for her to accompany the handful of officers - especially when she hadn't yet been cleared for active duty after her injury.
Had she and Jim been a little closer, she would've been more inclined to tell him where he could stick his active duty clearance.
Still, at the very least the team was fitted with equipment that would make it easier to beam back up if another storm hit. McCoy was only there to retrace their steps. The mission should've been in and out. A few hours, tops.
Three days later, there was no sign of them. She'd been heading up tactical for the last 36 hours straight, running on fumes and determined to get the remainder of the team back in one piece. And her short fuse and extra irritability had absolutely nothing to do with the unknown whereabouts of a certain CMO, thank you very much.
Except that the moment they confirm he's on board, she's booking it out of the control room and down the hall to sick bay, damn near trampling two lower level officers on the way. ]
Where is he?
[ Her tone is clipped, and she doesn't wait for an answer. Just bee-lines it to the sound of gruff, accented yelling, turning the corner and feeling her heart hammering hard up out of her ribcage and into the base of her throat. ]
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Had she and Jim been a little closer, she would've been more inclined to tell him where he could stick his active duty clearance.
Still, at the very least the team was fitted with equipment that would make it easier to beam back up if another storm hit. McCoy was only there to retrace their steps. The mission should've been in and out. A few hours, tops.
Three days later, there was no sign of them. She'd been heading up tactical for the last 36 hours straight, running on fumes and determined to get the remainder of the team back in one piece. And her short fuse and extra irritability had absolutely nothing to do with the unknown whereabouts of a certain CMO, thank you very much.
Except that the moment they confirm he's on board, she's booking it out of the control room and down the hall to sick bay, damn near trampling two lower level officers on the way. ]
Where is he?
[ Her tone is clipped, and she doesn't wait for an answer. Just bee-lines it to the sound of gruff, accented yelling, turning the corner and feeling her heart hammering hard up out of her ribcage and into the base of her throat. ]