y.es }{ he's an I D I O T (Ros and Pick-a-doc)

[skytracker]

Sky walked with Ros in tow. A smile still covered her face as she traversed the halls of the Enterprise. They were due to cut shoreleave soon. Hmm...should I be thanking the gods? or praying that it's enlongated? The woman didn't particularly like things that flew...out of the normal Earth atmosphere, but she'd been forced into starfleet and had to pay her dues. Her thoughts traveled back to the Vulcan's hand she was holding. It was quite enjoyable to have his touch. She was suddenly aware of how rough her own weathered hand must feel.

On impulse, Sky pulled her hand away. She wasn't about to show him that she liked him, at all, ever. Her pace quickened. Hoping he was still behind her, she walked into Sickbay. A thought came to her and she turned, grabbed him by the arm and tried to force him into the room. His Superman/Vulcan/what-ever-else-that-was-hidden strength probably made that if Sky actually did get him into Sickbay, he was allowing it. She smiled, "Ensign, get your ass into Sickbay." Her smile turned into a grin that let him know it was an order, but she wasn't completely serious. Or was she?

She glanced around. "So... Idiot here needs someone to look at his hand. If one of you wouldn't mind assistin' him...? Chew his ass while you're at it." The lieutenant turned back to Ros and winked. "Sorry, Buh-ba, couldn't help it. Have fun!" And with that, Sky turned and made a beline straight for the door. She hated Sickbay with a passion, and wouldn't be caught there unless she absolutely had to be. For a doc to see her, she'd have to be completely sedated...and then some. Sky. Hated. Doctors.

[jamie]

Ros was just thinking how pleasant it was to feel Sky's hand in his own, even if it was leading him into the sickbay- the hell on Enterprise. He thought about it as they traveled through the hall, his mind sinking further and further into his growing feelings for the strong-willed person in front of her. Ros was broken from his thoughts about Sky when her hand broke with his, and the crashing reality dawned on him that he was heading to sickbay. He wanted to run away very, very quickly in that one instant. An amused, but still a bit annoyed American tone was slathered over the Vulcan's tone as he followed Sky.

"Dammit...How did you ever convince me to go to sickbay?"

As she walked inside, his feet mentally stuck to the ground in front of sickbay. Ros literally couldn't move from the hatred he had against doctors and this place. He kind of wished that it would disappear, in his heart. Ros had to remind himself that doctors weren't all bad people to calm his internal dislike enough so that he could be pulled in without much effort by Sky. He wanted to calm her worry over his hand, and so he'd visit a doctor. Then Ros would make sure to never break a glass bottle in his hand again.

What also helped break his unmovable stance was Sky's playful order. Although he was a bit of a rebel Vulcan, he still held pride in taking orders from people he respected. Ros respected (and dare say...liked) more than any other crew member he had encountered so far. So, he followed her orders, calmed down, and allowed himself in. Ros even managed to slather one one of his good old grins, a nice break from the annoyed amusement earlier. Ros responded to the order, not noticing the rhyme that playfully blended in the words with a Scottish accent.

"Aye, Aye, Lieutenant Sky."

Ros couldn't help but give a chuckle at her asking a doctor to look at his hand and chew him out for not getting it treated. He knew he needed to be chewed out for his foolish actions, and accepted it. The chuckle turned into a bit of a soft, but strong laugh that played even in his blackish/brown eyes as he looked at Sky's face. Ros gave a wink too, on the opposite eye, indicating that he didn't mind the little joke.

He was calmer now that he was actually in sickbay, instead of dreading it from the outside. That was the funny thing about fear- when people face a fear directly, they hardly react to it. They look back on their insane begging and prattle not to face it with pity and shame. His normal Scottish accent slathered over the next few words particularly well. Ros was being facetious in his voice.

"I'm sure you couldn't help it."

Ros didn't stop her beeline to the door, he just waited to get treated so that he could be released with a slap on the ego.