Dragon's Keeper 11/?
Title: Dragon's Keeper #11 That Dogone Blue Stuff...
Author: remorsful_rain
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own these boys, or any firelizards. I'm not making any money either.
Summary:
So here's the next chapter finally. I was trying to post this on LJ but I've been having some problems with IE. I intall FireFox and here I am!
Just in case it's kind of confusing Bones doesn't understand/think he actually has telepathy. He's sending his thoughts out (to Jim anyway) but doesn't know it yet. Allot of his new 'developments' are going to be explained in the next chapter or two.
Once again this is unbeta'd so let me know if there are any mistakes or the story is confusing. Enjoy!
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"So first off, you're a moron for believing you're useless and unneeded, and two apparently you're still evolving."
Leonard wasn't surprised that Jim's raucous voice was the first thing he heard when he woke up. Chattering irritably he curled up tighter, tucking his head under a wing hoping Jim would take a hint.
"It's true you can't exactly be a doctor when you're a dragon. Well, unless you're treating other dragony things I suppose, but that's beside the point anyway. Just because you're a dragon doesn't mean we don't want you around, even if you have a bad habit of taking things the wrong way."
Leonard shuffled his wings and sighed, Jim had always been the obtuse one. He opened one eye and glared at the captain, the quicker Jim finished this up the quicker he could go back to sleep.
"On another note apparently you can teleport now, which is totally awesome by the way, and you have a strong sense of empathy. I don't completely understand that one, they said something about emotions and you're able to 'pick up' on them? Oh, and you're telepathic too, so you can ask Spock about the empathy thing yourself."
Empathy? Telepathy? Ask Spock? What was that supposed to mean?
"You can communicate telepathically." Jim said, "Think what you want to say and you can shoot your thoughts straight into people's heads, which is cool if you ask me."
No, Leonard really didn't think so, the whole dragon thing and everything that came with it was just damn strange, but honestly he was tired and didn't really care right now.
"Jeez they have you on the good stuff don't they?"
Leonard just snorted and began chewing at the tape around the IV in his arm; the constant itching was driving him nuts.
"Hey leave that alone." Jim shoved his snout away. "Don't look at me like that. You're a doctor you should know better."
Sighing Leonard settled back down.
"Trust me I know how you feel. M'benga said you only have to have the IV for twenty four hours or so. You're already ten hours into it."
Deft fingers began gently running up and down his back and Leonard crooned in pleasure. Stretching out so his neck and head were resting on the inside of Jim's arm he let his eyes slip closed.
"Sir, if you want to get out med bay any time soon you're going to have to take this." Nurse Chapel sighed, wagging a vial of blue liquid back and forth in front of her dragon sized boss.
Leonard puffed up his body and hissed.
"Stop that! You're acting like a proddy cat." Chapel tucked a few stray hairs and inched closer to the biobed. "Don't make me get Northrop to tranquilize you."
"So doctors really do make the worst patients." Jim smirked as he strode into med bay.
"He's no worse than you." Chapel remarked dryly, before darting forward and snatching her boss off the bio bed.
Leonard let out a startled squawk and tried to claw his way out of her arms.
"Dr. McCoy!"
He froze at her tone.
"What's he fusing about now?" Jim asked sliding closer.
Images of gagging, vomiting and a bottle of blue liquid appeared in his head, and Leonard looked like he was trying not to yarf.
"He has to take his last dose of anti-biotic and since Dr. Northrope wasn't sure how Dr. McCoy would react to a hypo he has to take it orally. It is rather disgusting tasting, but as a doctor Dr. McCoy should know it's important to finish all medications."
Leonard huffed and looked away, completely ignoring the look Nurse Chapel gave him.
"I suppose you're here for a check-up?" She asked Jim.
Worry lodged itself in Leonard's chest and he wiggled out of Chapel's grasp with a low chirp. His memories leading up-to, during and even a bit after "the incident" were blurry at best. He hadn't known Jim was injured.
He easily hopped from Chapel to Jim and began anxiously searching for any source of discomfort or pain. He was about to take his explorations to Jim's chest but the captain scooped him up with a "Let's not start that again" before he could get under the Captain's shirt.
The bronze dragon just sent him an icy glare, while every possible explanation for an injury swamped his brain. His tail began to swish from side to side and to anyone just looking, they'd see a bemused captain holding a pissed off dragon at arm's length. Of course Leonard frequently forgot he now had telepathy, not that Jim really needed it to feel the worry and concern his best friend felt.
"I appreciate your concern buddy, but it's nothing you need to worry about." Jim gave him a quick scratch under the chin and set him back down on the bio-bed.
You always say that. Leonard huffed as he shuffled his wings irritably.
Jim chuckled and ignored Leonard's odd look.
"Dr. McCoy I expect this to be gone when we get back," Chapel all but ordered, placing the vial in front of her boss. She turned to Jim, "You're coming with me to make sure your shoulder is healing right."
Leonard craned his neck as they rounded the corner, trying to catch a glimpse of any limp, shuffle or other outward sign Jim was unwell. He didn't see any, but he knew better. Jim was the master of disguising an injury if he thought the doctor was watching.
Growling he turned to the problem at hand. It was too bad his patented glares couldn't get rid of the liquid like they could a clingy intern. He tested the cap and found it firmly adhered to the vial. Bones wrapped his tail around the body of the tube, firmly planted his back feet, and extended his wings for balance and started tugging and pulling on the cap. It wouldn't budge.
Eyeing it he tried unscrewing it, prying it, and banging it against the bed rail to get it off. Finally he resorted to chewing the damned thing off. A few pieces of polymer stuck in his teeth later the cap was off and just whiff of the stuff inside made him gag. He could practically see the vapors forming a skull and cross bones.
"You'd better be drinking that." Chapel called from around the corner.
Leonard chugged the blue liquid down, and immediately regretted it. He dropped the vial and collapsed on the bed with a groan. He could practically feel the medicine tearing a hole in his stomach lining.
He closed his eyes and willed the toxic substance down.
"Is he supposed to be making those noises?" Jim's voice floated somewhere above him.
"Doctors usually make the worst patients, besides we both know Dr. McCoy has a melodramatic streak."
Leonard indignantly glared at his head nurse.
"So now that he has all his treatments out of the way, is he cleared to come up to the control room with me?" Jim began scratching along the dragon's back and Leonard rumbled his pleasure.
"I don't see why not, besides it's probably better for the both of us he's out of here."
Leonard emphatically nodded his agreement and all but launched himself onto Jim's shoulders.
"It feels good to be wanted, even if it's just as a scapegoat." Jim grinned, giving a nod to Nurse Chapel and making his way out of med bay.
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Thank you to all of you who have reviewed this story! Most of all thanks for hanging in there between updates. The good news is I've sat down and written out a storyline for this fic so updates should be quicker. This story is far from over so keep checking back!
Author: remorsful_rain
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own these boys, or any firelizards. I'm not making any money either.
Summary:
So here's the next chapter finally. I was trying to post this on LJ but I've been having some problems with IE. I intall FireFox and here I am!
Just in case it's kind of confusing Bones doesn't understand/think he actually has telepathy. He's sending his thoughts out (to Jim anyway) but doesn't know it yet. Allot of his new 'developments' are going to be explained in the next chapter or two.
Once again this is unbeta'd so let me know if there are any mistakes or the story is confusing. Enjoy!
________
"So first off, you're a moron for believing you're useless and unneeded, and two apparently you're still evolving."
Leonard wasn't surprised that Jim's raucous voice was the first thing he heard when he woke up. Chattering irritably he curled up tighter, tucking his head under a wing hoping Jim would take a hint.
"It's true you can't exactly be a doctor when you're a dragon. Well, unless you're treating other dragony things I suppose, but that's beside the point anyway. Just because you're a dragon doesn't mean we don't want you around, even if you have a bad habit of taking things the wrong way."
Leonard shuffled his wings and sighed, Jim had always been the obtuse one. He opened one eye and glared at the captain, the quicker Jim finished this up the quicker he could go back to sleep.
"On another note apparently you can teleport now, which is totally awesome by the way, and you have a strong sense of empathy. I don't completely understand that one, they said something about emotions and you're able to 'pick up' on them? Oh, and you're telepathic too, so you can ask Spock about the empathy thing yourself."
Empathy? Telepathy? Ask Spock? What was that supposed to mean?
"You can communicate telepathically." Jim said, "Think what you want to say and you can shoot your thoughts straight into people's heads, which is cool if you ask me."
No, Leonard really didn't think so, the whole dragon thing and everything that came with it was just damn strange, but honestly he was tired and didn't really care right now.
"Jeez they have you on the good stuff don't they?"
Leonard just snorted and began chewing at the tape around the IV in his arm; the constant itching was driving him nuts.
"Hey leave that alone." Jim shoved his snout away. "Don't look at me like that. You're a doctor you should know better."
Sighing Leonard settled back down.
"Trust me I know how you feel. M'benga said you only have to have the IV for twenty four hours or so. You're already ten hours into it."
Deft fingers began gently running up and down his back and Leonard crooned in pleasure. Stretching out so his neck and head were resting on the inside of Jim's arm he let his eyes slip closed.
"Sir, if you want to get out med bay any time soon you're going to have to take this." Nurse Chapel sighed, wagging a vial of blue liquid back and forth in front of her dragon sized boss.
Leonard puffed up his body and hissed.
"Stop that! You're acting like a proddy cat." Chapel tucked a few stray hairs and inched closer to the biobed. "Don't make me get Northrop to tranquilize you."
"So doctors really do make the worst patients." Jim smirked as he strode into med bay.
"He's no worse than you." Chapel remarked dryly, before darting forward and snatching her boss off the bio bed.
Leonard let out a startled squawk and tried to claw his way out of her arms.
"Dr. McCoy!"
He froze at her tone.
"What's he fusing about now?" Jim asked sliding closer.
Images of gagging, vomiting and a bottle of blue liquid appeared in his head, and Leonard looked like he was trying not to yarf.
"He has to take his last dose of anti-biotic and since Dr. Northrope wasn't sure how Dr. McCoy would react to a hypo he has to take it orally. It is rather disgusting tasting, but as a doctor Dr. McCoy should know it's important to finish all medications."
Leonard huffed and looked away, completely ignoring the look Nurse Chapel gave him.
"I suppose you're here for a check-up?" She asked Jim.
Worry lodged itself in Leonard's chest and he wiggled out of Chapel's grasp with a low chirp. His memories leading up-to, during and even a bit after "the incident" were blurry at best. He hadn't known Jim was injured.
He easily hopped from Chapel to Jim and began anxiously searching for any source of discomfort or pain. He was about to take his explorations to Jim's chest but the captain scooped him up with a "Let's not start that again" before he could get under the Captain's shirt.
The bronze dragon just sent him an icy glare, while every possible explanation for an injury swamped his brain. His tail began to swish from side to side and to anyone just looking, they'd see a bemused captain holding a pissed off dragon at arm's length. Of course Leonard frequently forgot he now had telepathy, not that Jim really needed it to feel the worry and concern his best friend felt.
"I appreciate your concern buddy, but it's nothing you need to worry about." Jim gave him a quick scratch under the chin and set him back down on the bio-bed.
You always say that. Leonard huffed as he shuffled his wings irritably.
Jim chuckled and ignored Leonard's odd look.
"Dr. McCoy I expect this to be gone when we get back," Chapel all but ordered, placing the vial in front of her boss. She turned to Jim, "You're coming with me to make sure your shoulder is healing right."
Leonard craned his neck as they rounded the corner, trying to catch a glimpse of any limp, shuffle or other outward sign Jim was unwell. He didn't see any, but he knew better. Jim was the master of disguising an injury if he thought the doctor was watching.
Growling he turned to the problem at hand. It was too bad his patented glares couldn't get rid of the liquid like they could a clingy intern. He tested the cap and found it firmly adhered to the vial. Bones wrapped his tail around the body of the tube, firmly planted his back feet, and extended his wings for balance and started tugging and pulling on the cap. It wouldn't budge.
Eyeing it he tried unscrewing it, prying it, and banging it against the bed rail to get it off. Finally he resorted to chewing the damned thing off. A few pieces of polymer stuck in his teeth later the cap was off and just whiff of the stuff inside made him gag. He could practically see the vapors forming a skull and cross bones.
"You'd better be drinking that." Chapel called from around the corner.
Leonard chugged the blue liquid down, and immediately regretted it. He dropped the vial and collapsed on the bed with a groan. He could practically feel the medicine tearing a hole in his stomach lining.
He closed his eyes and willed the toxic substance down.
"Is he supposed to be making those noises?" Jim's voice floated somewhere above him.
"Doctors usually make the worst patients, besides we both know Dr. McCoy has a melodramatic streak."
Leonard indignantly glared at his head nurse.
"So now that he has all his treatments out of the way, is he cleared to come up to the control room with me?" Jim began scratching along the dragon's back and Leonard rumbled his pleasure.
"I don't see why not, besides it's probably better for the both of us he's out of here."
Leonard emphatically nodded his agreement and all but launched himself onto Jim's shoulders.
"It feels good to be wanted, even if it's just as a scapegoat." Jim grinned, giving a nod to Nurse Chapel and making his way out of med bay.
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Thank you to all of you who have reviewed this story! Most of all thanks for hanging in there between updates. The good news is I've sat down and written out a storyline for this fic so updates should be quicker. This story is far from over so keep checking back!