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Dr. Leonard McCoy ([personal profile] leftwithmybones) wrote2010-01-16 04:21 pm
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[For Chase]

McCoy's not sure what to do about the fact that he's still on an Island, so instead of doing something about it, he retires to the jazz club and decides to drink, instead. It's not the most productive plans, it's not the best, but it gives him something to do. It gets him away from the Nameless Cat and Spock and it lets him drift into some version of the past where he had no worries, could be carefree, and a normal man not bowed down in grief for six billion souls, an ex-wife who kept his daughter from him, and his father's life weighing on his conscience.

He's starting to think maybe Jim and Chekov have the right idea. Find someone and let everything be poured into that desperate act of sex or companionship or whatever passes for it these days. He knocks back the rest of his drink and orders another as he turns to look at the woman that he's been watching since she came in. She's young, but not young and undeniably beautiful. He might be tipsy, but he knows that he's not dead inside if he can still acknowledge someone so stunning.

[identity profile] grandpursuit.livejournal.com 2010-01-16 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Chase didn't actually have a drink in front of her; she was here for the music and the company, though the latter had been sorely lacking so far.

The man watching her had not gone unnoticed, though it was some time before she realized he didn't seem to have any intention of approaching her. Finally, in a fit of boredom and curiosity, she got up and moved to the seat next to him.

"Hello," she said politely, crossing her legs towards him. "I was beginning to wonder if I had something in my teeth." Then her lips twitched into a smile and she added, "I'm Chase."

[identity profile] grandpursuit.livejournal.com 2010-01-16 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"You're in luck, because I am quite a big fan of forward," Chase said, shaking his hand. "And thank you, that's very sweet." She liked his accent; it was endearing in a foreign sort of way, as she had grown up in Connecticut. "Where are you from, Leonard?"

[identity profile] grandpursuit.livejournal.com 2010-01-17 04:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"Originally from Connecticut," Chase said. "Most recently... Gotham City, and before that, D.C." She tilted her head a little. "Tell me, how long have you been on our strange little island?" It had not been long for her, relatively speaking, either, but something told her he was even newer than her.

[identity profile] grandpursuit.livejournal.com 2010-01-18 03:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sure, thank you," Chase said, and then laughed. "Ah, whatever you're having. I find the selection somewhat hit or miss anyway. And I think you're probably making something of an assumption, that I do anything, considering that it's a common state of affairs around here to just... not."

[identity profile] grandpursuit.livejournal.com 2010-01-19 02:36 pm (UTC)(link)
A smile twitched at Chase's lips. "No," she admitted. "You assumed right. I am, I suppose, as gainfully employed as one can be here. I'm a psychologist."

[identity profile] grandpursuit.livejournal.com 2010-01-21 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Space!" Chase laughed, though she sounded more delighted than mocking or incredulous. "Well, then. And I thought my specialty was interesting. Multiple personalities, psychosis... I was often brought in by the police to consult on the most, ah, colorful of criminals. Though here..." She spread her hands. "I'm just happy to have someone on my couch."

[identity profile] grandpursuit.livejournal.com 2010-01-21 01:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Chase laughed, and as their drinks arrived, took a sip before answering. "Why, were you hoping to get a spot? I'm pretty sure I could fit a space doctor into my collection."

[identity profile] grandpursuit.livejournal.com 2010-01-21 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Chase lifted an eyebrow at that, though mostly looked amused. "I don't know, it's a pretty damn comfortable couch. Don't knock it 'til you've tried it."

[identity profile] grandpursuit.livejournal.com 2010-01-22 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm not certain why I would want a vacant bed when I have one of my own," Chase pointed out, and knocked back the rest of the drink. She looked at him and found herself thinking of Bruce.

Which was not a road she wanted to go down.

"Actually, both the bed and the couch are in my hut," she said. "I'm working on setting up my office there. Perhaps you'd like to come give me some tips on furniture arrangement?"

[identity profile] grandpursuit.livejournal.com 2010-01-24 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
Chase slid off of her school and offered him her arm. "Well I hope she had better taste in getting rid of furniture than getting rid of men," she said lightly.

[identity profile] grandpursuit.livejournal.com 2010-01-24 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
"Maybe I'm not supposed to say this in my line of work, but I don't think there's anything wrong with a little bit of historical revision if it makes you feel better," Chase said. "I do it sometimes myself. And yes, it's not far from here. You know, I was actually told that one of the women who lived there before me was a space doctor. Small world."

[identity profile] grandpursuit.livejournal.com 2010-01-24 03:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"Nothing of interest in the house," Chase said with a shrug. "There's a nice crop of marijuana nearby, but I'm told that comes from her roommate. Someone is still taking care of it, I think, every once in a while it looks a bit... tidier." She'd never been much of a pot smoker herself; most of it she had gotten out of the way in high school just to annoy her parents.

[identity profile] grandpursuit.livejournal.com 2010-01-25 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
"I think so, yes," Chase said, thinking just how long it had been since she'd done this. Picking a guy up at a bar and bringing him home just seemed like something so... far away. Not here on the island.

Maybe that's why it seemed like such a good idea; maybe she was homesick.

Or maybe she just wanted to sleep with someone who didn't wear a suit and fight crime.