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“Why me?” she asks McCoy, who recoils a little from the intensity of her glare.
“Because I have the captain's briefing in ten minutes, Lauritson broke her ankle, and Melendez is monitoring Paulsen's vitals.”
Christine huffs.
“Fine. But I know this is really because of the betting ring.”
If McCoy wanted to get revenge for her betting on whether Kirk, Spock, or McCoy would return from away missions with a torn uniform and a manly gash on their chest...well, exposing her to small children was a pretty good way to do it, she had to admit.
“For Chrissake Chapel, it's a boy, not a Denebian slime devil.”
“But I don't know what to do with it.”
“Not it, him. Children are people, Chapel, not animals. And why don't you take him to get some ice cream ( ... )
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This is adorable. I enjoy these two bantering.
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