suffersfrom-aviophobia:

iamthefirechild:

suffersfrom-aviophobia:

“Report what darlin?” McCoy is prone to hiding his accent around people he doesn’t know, but she felt like an exception. He leans back against his desk with a small smile. “You can come into my office sugar~”

“My arrival on the ship, I think.” Summer steps inside, feeling like she’s starting to blush. Is he flirting with her? Or is this just familiar southern friendliness? It’s hard to tell, even with the empathy — which is a bit rude to just use on someone.

Leonard rolls his eyes a bit. “Did Leonard send ya here?” He walks around his desk and pulls out his PADD, the device he used for reminders and dates, almost like a calendar. “Did he say somethin’ about where you’re suppose to be goin’?”

“Here. I’m supposed to be here.” Summer tugged self-consciously at the hem of her blue uniform shirt. “I’m medical. I’m your psychology ensign. Are you okay, sir?”

suffersfrom-aviophobia:

iamthefirechild:

suffersfrom-aviophobia:

“Well, now~ What can I do for you fine ladies and gentlemen?”

“Doctor McCoy? I think I’m supposed to report to you.” Wasn’t he supposed to be … well, grouchier? He didn’t seem grouchy to her.

“Report what darlin?” McCoy is prone to hiding his accent around people he doesn’t know, but she felt like an exception. He leans back against his desk with a small smile. “You can come into my office sugar~”

“My arrival on the ship, I think.” Summer steps inside, feeling like she’s starting to blush. Is he flirting with her? Or is this just familiar southern friendliness? It’s hard to tell, even with the empathy — which is a bit rude to just use on someone.