Hypochondria Pt 3

Part Three

Classes were becoming a struggle for Uhura. She hated being infatuated with someone, because she tended to obsess over that person to the detriment of more important things. She was distracted all day, her mind filling with fantasies of what her next encounter with McCoy would be like. She’d found out, through a little bit of digging on her own, that he had a birthday coming up in a couple of months. She wanted to do something nice for him, but then they hardly knew one another outside of a few really embarrassing encounters.

“Cadet Uhura?”

She heard her name, spoken more firmly than usual, which was an indication that she hadn’t been paying attention the first couple of times her instructor had spoken it. She looked up at the handsome half human, half Vulcan instructor and felt her neck and face warm up. Several other students snickered, and Gaila looked embarrassed for her.

“Yes, Mr. Spock?”

“Do you know the protocol for determining a standard communication signal from a distress signal in an unknown language, or possibly from an unknown species?”

He was staring at her expectantly. He always looked as though he were emotionally numb, so she couldn’t tell if he were exasperated with her or not. She cleared her throat and began reciting the textbook answer to his question.

“Run the signal through the ship or station database to see if there are any similar signals. Run the signal through the Universal Translator for it to begin working on a pattern analysis. Determine frequency modulation. Most intelligent species modulate distress signals on a high bandwidth to cut through subspace interference. Contact your commanding officer to inform them you believe you have either a distress signal, or a standard First Contact communication attempt.”

Spock nodded. “Correct, Cadet Uhura.”

Spock’s eyebrows furrowed slightly before he moved on to question other cadets on upcoming material for their midterm examinations. Uhura went back to gazing out of the window, and spotted Kirk and McCoy walking alongside one another on the campus grounds, absorbed in conversation. Kirk was especially animated. Uhura struggled to read his lips, which was something she’d learned to do in classes that focused on communicating with deaf persons.

…first name? You’re supposed to…best friend, Bones!

I promised her I wouldn’t…be right to break my word...

Uhura smiled. Kirk was trying to weasel her first name from McCoy, who wasn’t going to tell.

I’d go out with her is what it looked like Kirk said.

I told you, she’s too young—

Oh, bullshit, Bones. You haven’t been laid since your divorce, you’re just scared—


That’s just great, Jim. Why don’t you shout my business out for the whole goddamned Academy to hear?

Look who’s shouting now—

“Uhura!” Gaila hissed, kicking her on the shin. She’d been concentrating so hard on properly interpreting Kirk and McCoy’s conversation she’d completely forgotten she was in class. Several students laughed out loud as the end of class siren sounded.

“Cadet Uhura, I’d like you to remain after class.”

Uhura sighed. “Yes, sir, Mr. Spock.”

***

“Hasn’t been laid since his divorce?” Gaila gushed, back in their dorm. “Tell me again what Jim said.”

Uhura restrained herself from rolling her eyes. She was sorry she’d told Gaila what she’d witnessed between Kirk and McCoy.

“I told you, Jim said Leonard hasn’t been with anyone since his divorce.”

“That’s almost three years,” Gaila said. She stared off at the wall. “Mmmm…a man in that situation is very vigorous—”

“Don’t you even think about seducing him!”

Gaila looked scandalized. “I wouldn’t dream of it, Nyota! He’s your man.”

“You keep calling him my man, he’s not.”

“He is, you just don’t realize it yet. He’s been yours since that day at the clinic two weeks ago. It’s a good thing we’re going to his place tonight.”

“What?” Uhura sat her data padd down and looked back at her roommate.

“You really need to start getting ready. Jim invited us over for a double, and I said yes, for both of us.”

“You can’t speak for me like that!”

“Like you don’t want to. Just put on something nice that shows a lot of leg. If I were you, I’d wear these.”

Gaila reached into her underwear drawer and pulled out a pair of indecent, white lacy panties that had a red heart over the crotch.

“No way. I wouldn’t dare.”

Gaila laughed, rich and throaty, and said, “They’ll drive McCoy mad with lust. He sees these and you’ll have to call security to get him off of you! Not that you would.”

She winked and went over to the shower stall in the corner of the room. The water started to run and Uhura picked the panties up. They looked like they’d be uncomfortable to wear, but they were cute…in a whorish sort of way. She considered the possibilities for the evening and knew in her heart she wasn’t going to say no to the double date. She’d at least get to be in his presence, and McCoy, who was also a member of the staff and teaching medical classes at the Academy since he was a doctor before joining the Fleet, had larger quarters with partitioned bedrooms and a full service kitchen, rather than a replicator in the corner. It could be fun…

Deciding she wouldn’t get any studying done this Friday night, Uhura put away her things and stepped into the shower when Gaila was finished.

***

Uhura wished she had butterflies, rather than angry bats, clawing around in her stomach as she and Gaila materialized in front of the senior staff dorms. Theirs had a fountain out front and a garden in the back.

“This is so exciting,” Gaila said. “Jim’s never been allowed to bring women back to his place. McCoy doesn’t like it.”

“You’ve never been here? Not even when Leonard’s gone?”

“No, but Jim told me which one is theirs. Twenty fifth floor, suite 2510.”

They rode the lift up to the 25^th floor, which was half way up the tower, and found 2510 a few doors down the hall. Jim Kirk answered, dressed in jeans and a teeshirt, looking the role of the bad ass. He flirted with her, as usual, and as usual Uhura ignored him.

The apartment was spotless and roomy. The living room alone was nearly twice the size of the unit she and Gaila shared. The windows took up the entire back wall, offering a stunning view of the Golden Gate bridge and Academy grounds.

“Bones, they’re here!” Jim called.

McCoy came out from his room, and Uhura almost gasped. He was dressed in a black turtleneck and loose fitting gray slacks, with a leather jacket. He hadn’t shaved in a few days, either, and looked handsomely grizzled.

“I just have to shave,” he said, self-consciously rubbing his chin. Uhura felt let down, but didn’t object.

“He looks good enough to eat,” Gaila commented, eyeing McCoy with open lust. Uhura reminded herself that it was simply Gaila’s nature to lust after people, male and female alike.

“What about me?” Kirk asked, looking himself over.

“You do too,” she cooed, and began kissing him. It went on long enough for Uhura to clear her throat.

They broke apart, and Kirk led them further into the room to have a seat on a couch that faced the windows.

They made small talk and McCoy mixed them drinks. Uhura sipped hers, and took a seat beside him. After about an hour, Kirk and Gaila weren’t aware they had company in the room. She put one long, green leg up on Kirk’s lap and he began stroking her thigh, kissing her deeply.

McCoy cleared his throat in a repeat of Uhura from earlier in the evening. Kirk looked around. “We’re going to retire. You kids have fun.”

“I thought we were going out for dinner?” McCoy said. He was obviously uncomfortable with the idea of being left alone with Uhura.

“We can later. I have something I want to do first.”

Gaila giggled as Kirk picked her up, spun her around, and headed for his bedroom.

“Sorry,” McCoy said to her. “I thought he’d be a little more sociable.”

“Really? Even after living with him for two years?”

McCoy grinned. “I should know better by now, I guess. Another drink?”

“No, thank you. I like to stay sober on a weekend I plan to spend studying.”

“I should study too. The command classes are kicking my ass. Damn it, I’m a doctor, not a commando.”

Uhura laughed. She loved it when he said I’m a doctor, not a… He was smiling at her now.

“So, tell me a little about your life before Starfleet,” Uhura said, kicking off her shoes and putting her legs up. She’d forgotten about how short her dress was, and wasn’t consciously thinking of it, though McCoy certainly noticed. He cleared his throat.

“Well, I had my own practice right here in San Francisco for three years. I got married, had a daughter, divorced, lost everything in said divorce, now I'm in the Academy trying to pick up the pieces.”

Uhura honestly couldn't imagine anyone treating Leonard McCoy with such heartless cruelty. “I’m sorry.”

McCoy shrugged. “I’m not. Starfleet’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I was all work and no play before I met Jim. I took myself way too seriously.”

“I’m guilty of that,” Uhura said. “I try too hard to be perfect, and I always fail.”

They lapsed into silence.

“So, you have a daughter?” she asked, trying to think of something to say.

“Yeah. What about you? Want children some day?”

“I don’t know, probably. Right now I want to concentrate on my career.”

McCoy nodded, and then downed whatever he was drinking (it smelled like scotch) in one. When the burn settled, he glanced away from her and said, somewhat shyly.

“You look lovely tonight, Nyo—Uhura.”

There was something in his voice, something vulnerable and sweet, that made her smile.

“You can still call me Nyota—when Jim isn’t around. And…you look good too, Leonard. Good enough to eat.”

She’d never called him Leonard to his face, but that wasn’t what made him swallow. It was being told he looked good enough to eat.

He hasn’t been laid in a few years, Uhura thought. If I make a move, I’ll bet he wouldn’t play too hard to get…

She slid closer to him on the couch. He remained still, looking sideways at her, his body tense.

“I’m younger than you, true, but I’m old enough to know what I want. I want to get to know you outside of class. I want to get to know what kind of man you are. I want to be your friend.”

She reached down and touched his hand, which was wrapped tightly around the glass in his lap. He cleared his throat and said, in a really husky voice, “My friend?”

“I’d like more than that. A lot more, if you’re willing to give it a chance.”

The silence of the room was broken by the tapping of rain on the windows. Summer was fading, fall was coming in wet and ferocious. Under the sound of the rain was another sound—Gaila’s moaning. It should have been embarrassing, but it added to the tension between Uhura and McCoy.

She reached out and stroked his face. He turned to face her, and didn’t pull away when she allowed her hand to lazily roam down his hard, muscled chest. She wanted to take it slow, lest she scare him off—

She wasn’t prepared for him to lean in and deftly slip his tongue into her parted lips. He leaned into her, kissing her slowly and deeply, and she returned it, feeling need and tension build in the core of her body.


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Part 2

Gaila was trying to be understanding, but the truth was she was Orion, and shyness about sexual tension and the like eluded her. As far as she was concerned, everyone should go around naked and have sex with whomever they wanted, whenever they wanted, and hell, wherever they wanted. Uhura was beginning to believe the stories that her roommates homeworld was one big orgy planet. 

She sat on Uhura’s bed, patting her back and cooing comfortably. There was something about the touch of an Orion that could have whatever effect they were looking to instill, and right now Gaila was comforting Uhura, who appreciated the gesture.

“There, there now darling. It’s going to be all right,” Gaila purred. “I’m sure he’ll come around and want to be with you. All you have to do is be assertive.”

Uhura looked up at her roommate. “Gaila, it’s not just about sex, it’s about him.”

Gaila nodded as though she understood, but Uhura knew her well enough to know her roomie just didn’t get it.

“I like Leonard for who he is. I want to get to know him.”

“And you want to have sex with him too, right?”

Uhura smiled. “Yes, Gaila. At some point I’d like to have sex with him too.”

“Then you need to tell him how you feel. Trust me, telling a man you want to have sex with him works wonders for getting you want you want. And that you like him for who he is too,” she added, as an afterthought. “I have to go. I have a date with Gabriella.”

Big surprise, Uhura thought. “Thanks for the advice.”

“You’re welcome.”

Gaila got off her bed, taking the feeling of soothing comfort with her, and opened the door.

“I’m sorry, I was looking for Cadet Uhura.”

Nyota panicked, recognizing McCoy’s voice, hoping Gaila possessed enough tact not to say something that would worsen her sense of horror at his unexpected arrival.

“You’re Leonard McCoy.”

“That’s right.”

“She’s inside. She’s dying to talk to you.”

Gaila left, and Uhura sat up and gave her room a cursory glance. Her side was neat enough, while Gaila’s looked like a tornado had gone through it. All was usual.

McCoy stepped in, looking over the differences in the two halves of the room. “You’re the neat one, I see. It’s the same with me and Jim. He’s sloppy, I’m not.”

McCoy was smiling at her, as though he always came to her room at 2200 hours. “I’m just about to go to sleep. Now’s not a good time to talk.”

“Your roommate said you wanted to talk.”

“She says a lot of things without knowing what she’s talking about. Look, I’m really embarrassed, and sorry, for what happened. Let’s just pretend we don’t know each other, okay?”

“We could, but that would be a real shame. I like you. You’re a really nice person. And, of course, you could have just asked me out.”

McCoy took a seat on Gaila’s bed. Uhura shifted, feeling a spark of hope. Maybe he was interested in her after all. It was an embarrassing way to start, but at least it was a start.

“So, do you want to go out?”

“No.”

Her eyebrows shot up in hurt surprise. “What?”

McCoy got a look on his face that Uhura would expect to see if he were about to tell her she had a fatal, incurable illness.

“You’re a really nice girl, Nyota, but you’re just too young for me,” he said.

“Girl? I’m 22 years old.”

“And I just turned 32. I’m not comfortable with dating a gir—er—woman, 10 years my junior. I’m old fashioned that way. Don’t get me wrong, I’m flattered, but it just wouldn’t be a good idea.”

He stood, looking as though he should have the last word. That was the problem with older people. They felt entitled to boss you around just because they had a few years on you. She made a conscious effort to glide gracefully to the door rather than angrily stomp like a petulant eight year old, and pulled it open for him.

“Since you’re intent on dismissing me like a child I guess there’s nothing more to say,” Uhura said.

McCoy looked regretful. “You’ll find someone your own age, Nyota—”

“Don’t call me Nyota. Ever again,” she said coolly. “Doctor.”

He looked ready to say something else, thought better of it, and then walked out the door. He turned to her with an unreadable expression. Or perhaps she could have read it if she weren’t so humiliated and angry. She slammed the door in his face, locked it, and collapsed on the bed, determined not to cry.

***

It was just Uhura’s rotten luck that the next day she had class with McCoy. Dressed in light, cotton Starfleet issue track suits, the entire class met outside. It was stormy looking, with heavy clouds and gusty winds.

“Why are we out here in this weather?” Gaila asked, shivering. She was very sensitive to any kind of cool weather, since her planet was normally warm, bordering on hot, by human standards.

“That’s a good question,” said their instructor, Cmdr. Patel. He paced before his class of 30 students, and looked at the sky. “It’s supposed to rain.”

“Shouldn’t we go inside?” Gaila said, shivering.

He shook his head, saying, “Oh, no. I want you all out here when the rain comes, which is now, apparently. Couldn’t have timed it better myself. Thank you, God.”

Rain started to fall on the back of a flash of lightning. There were protective shields to keep lightning from striking the grounds, but it was still an awesome sight, seeing the heavy storm clouds illuminated with thick bolts of electricity. Thunder rolled, and when the rain fell it didn’t start off easy. It was a hard, fast rush.

“You won’t have the benefit of a controlled environment every time you get into a fight,” Patel shouted over the rain and wind. “Sometimes you’ll be in severe conditions, such as these. We have a student missing.”

It was McCoy’s partner, Jim Kirk. Word had it he was trying the Kobayashi Maru scenario for the second time, the hardheaded dolt. “McCoy, you’ll pair up with Uhura today.”

“No!” Uhura said, but she was drowned out by a particularly loud clap of thunder. McCoy looked insufferably amused at the irritated expression on her face.

“Uhura, you’re so lucky!” Gaila said excitedly. “You get to be manhandled and rolled around in the mud by your man.”

“He’s not my man,” Uhura hissed as McCoy came over.

“Miss Uhura,” he said formally. She rolled her eyes. “Better me than the Adorian, right?”

“No, not really,” she snapped. “Let’s just get this over with, it’s freezing.”

He was looking at her breasts. Her nipples had hardened, and her soaked shirt was clinging to them, revealing every detail. He cleared his throat. He wasn’t exactly hard on the eyes either. He could talk about being too old for her all he wanted, but Leonard McCoy was ripped. Lean, muscled and sexy as hell.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, rolling around with him, soaking wet and in the mud. It would be the closest she ever got to fucking him anyway.

He suddenly lunged when Patel blew an old-fashioned whistle. Uhura tried to sidestep, but the grounds had already turned to muddy slop. She ended up doing an awkward twist in the mud.

Concentrating on the training she’d received in class about fighting on slippery surfaces, Uhura used her momentum to dodge McCoy’s outstretched arm, grabbed his wrist, brought up her knee under his left foot as she fell, and sent him toppling behind her. He landed face first in the mud and looked around at her in surprise.

Uhura grinned in triumph, but that grin turned into a yelp when McCoy reached around, grabbed her foot, which she was too slow to move out of his way, and yanked her toward him. She struggled to get out of his grasp.

“Uhura!” Patel shouted, “Use his weight against him!”

But they were too close, he was too strong, and she couldn’t find any kind of purchase in the mud. She grunted as he slammed her hard to the ground, face first, her left arm twisted behind her painfully. She felt the bulge of his crotch against her ass, his breath was hot on her neck.

“Ready to surrender?” McCoy asked.

His voice, which whispered in her ear, sent shivers from her ear and into her groin. She nodded and tapped the ground, signaling he’d won that round.

It went on and on. McCoy was better in the mud than Uhura, and he’d learned things from Kirk that Patel hadn’t taught in his classes, things that she was pretty sure were illegal, but were highly effective. She tried to remember his tricks, and a couple of times she managed to turn them on him. She was, after all, a fast learner.

When the class was over everyone was soaked, cold, and covered in mud. They squelched toward the showers, which were coed, and Uhura tried her best to get a view of a naked Leonard McCoy stepping into his stall, but he was too modest and wore his towel until he was inside. She watched him as she cleaned up. He enjoyed the hot water, closing his eyes and letting it wash over, warm, and clean him.

“You’d better get moving, Nyota,” Gaila whispered in the stall beside her. She had a knowing grin. “We’ll be late for Spock’s class.”

“Oh, right…”

She quickly showered, cleaning the mud from her hair and body, and then dressed. McCoy, she noticed, dressed in the stall, and stepped out with only his shirt off. His abs were hard and rippled, and his arms well defined. She shook her head, wondering at his insecurities. He was a young man, and really hot.

And he was coming her way.

She hurriedly pulled on her uniform and zipped it in the back, while he stood looking away, toward the shower exits, respecting her privacy.

“Good job today in class,” he said.

“Thanks, you too.”

“Well…” he was frowning, and Uhura wondered why. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”

She nodded and watched him leave, wishing there was something she could do to get through to him.


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Part One

Nyota Uhura felt like a fool as she stepped into the Starfleet Academy Health Clinic for the third time that month. There was absolutely nothing wrong with her, but this was the only thing she could think of to do for a chance to see McCoy one on one. She only had one class with him, but it was Basic Combat and he’d been assigned to his best friend, Jim Kirk, damn it all. It wasn’t like she hadn’t tried, but McCoy had pointed to Kirk almost immediately when the instructor was pairing people up. He hadn’t wanted to have to fight a very belligerent and muscular Andorian three times a week during practicals.

“I have an appointment with Dr. McCoy,” Uhura said, stepping up to the window.

The receptionist didn’t look up from her monitor when she said, “Dr. Anne McCoy or Dr. Leonard McCoy?”

Uhura rolled her eyes. The woman knew damn well that Leonard was the only doctor she’d see at the clinic. She just hoped McCoy was in today and she wouldn't get stuck with some other doctor in his place.

“Leonard.”

“Have a seat. You’ll be called back shortly.”

Shortly was fifteen minutes later. Uhura shared the mostly empty waiting room with only two other people. A fourth year human cadet who, for some reason, had turned as orange as his hair, and a pregnant Vulcan woman Uhura had never seen before, who looked ready to deliver literally at any second. She felt a pang of guilt looking at the cadet, who was obviously in serious pain. He had large lumps on either side of his throat and was drooling into a napkin. He really did need to see a doctor. She didn't.

The door opened and Uhura’s heart began to pound, and her stomach fluttered. She liked to think she was more mature than a twelve-year-old girl infatuated with one of her teachers, but the truth was she felt giddy at the very thought of seeing McCoy. It had been that way since meeting him on the transport, when he’d signed up for Starfleet, but he hadn’t paid her attention then, and he still didn’t.

McCoy was in the hall behind the nurse who’d opened the door, studying a monitor. He was tall, and his handsome profile was turned to her. His arms were crossed over his muscled chest, one hand rubbing his chin thoughtfully. He’d been a grizzled mess when she’d first seen him, but now he was clean shaven. She wished Starfleet regulations allowed male human cadets to grow facial hair at any length.

“Cadet Alderson, Professor T’Pran, and Cadet Uhura.”

All three stood, allowing Alderson to go first and keeping back from him in case he was contagious. The air filtering systems in the building were state-of-the-art, but there was no need to take chances. Uhura passed by McCoy, who didn’t look around. He was engrossed in an image of what looked like kidneys but were extremely lumpy.

“No abnormalities, I see, doctor,” said a pretty auburn-haired nurse. McCoy smiled at her.

“Healthiest Bajoran kidneys I’ve ever seen save for this nodule.”

The nurse made a show of looking at the area he pointed to. It was noticeably different in color and shape than the other lumps, even Uhura could see that, but the nurse pretended to be so surprised and impressed at McCoy’s keen eye.

“I never would have seen that, Dr. McCoy.”

“Well, you’ll get better at spotting these things with time,” he said absently. It was obvious he was clueless to her attentions. When it came to medicine, Uhura noticed, McCoy had a sharp eye. When it came to women, he was as dense as July San Francisco fog.

Uhura entered exam room three and took a seat on the table. As soon as she sat down the monitor above the head of the bed flared to life, reading off her vitals, which a male nurse recorded by tapping the keys on his log.

“He’ll be right with you,” he said, and stepped from the room.

He hadn’t been lying. McCoy came in less than a minute later, smiling at her. God, she loved his bedside manner.

“Morning, Cadet Uhura. What brings you in to see me today?”

Your silky voice, soulful eyes and beautiful smile, she thought, but she touched her throat.

“My throat hurts. It started a few days ago and won’t go away.”

“Hmm…let me take a look. Lie down.”

Uhura did as told, wishing for the old days of medicine when doctors actually touched their patients, rather than scanning them from afar with instruments. Once again he gazed thoughtfully at the readout monitor above her, hand on chin, eyes furrowed.

“Everything looks normal,” he said.

She knew it would, but still touched her throat. “It’s itchy and scratchy.”

“You can sit up,” he said. He reached out then, which he’d never done before, putting one hand on the back of her neck, and using the other to feel her throat. His eyes looked somewhere behind her head, unseeing, as he concentrated on her neck. He had strangely calloused hands, not too bad, but noticeable. She liked it.

He let go of her, pulled up a rolling chair, and sat down in front of her. He looked thoughtfully at her, and Uhura knew the jig was up.

“Cadet Uhura—”

“Call me Nyota,” she said.

He lifted his brows. “Jim’s been trying to learn your name for two years. It’s a lovely name, why don’t you tell him?”

“Because he wants to know,” she said, smiling. He smiled back. “I usually don’t tell anyone. I just go by Uhura.”

“I’ll keep it our secret,” he said. “Nyota, I’m concerned about you.”

“Why?”

“You’ve been to see me three times this month, yet there’s never been anything even slightly wrong with you.”

Uhura felt her face heat up with embarrassment.

“I know what’s going on,” McCoy said heavily. “I may not look it, but I have an eye for this sort of thing.”

“Oh,” she said weakly. She wanted to run from the room, but at the same time she was glad he was calling her on it. Now it could be out in the open, maybe they could…work something out or…something.

“You’re a hypochondriac, Nyota,” McCoy said knowingly.

She damn near burst out laughing. “What? No. I’m not.”

He only nodded. “You’re convinced you have illnesses that aren’t there. You need my reassurances that you’re healthy. I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to log this on your record and—”

“No!” she shouted, genuinely scared now. The last thing she needed was her perfect Academy record marred by a diagnosis of hypochondria. “Dr. McCoy, I swear, I’m not a hypochondriac.”

“Of course you think that, Nyota. People with your condition genuinely believe they’re sick. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Your health records aren’t public information—”

“No, you don’t get it. I know there’s nothing wrong with me when I come in here.”

Now he was frowning. “What? I don’t understand.”

“I pretend to be sick to…well…see you.”

He obviously didn’t get it at first. His mind was working it over.

“You come here to see me.” He said slowly.

Uhura nodded. “It’s the only chance I have to see you outside of our one class together. I’ll stop making appointments. Just please, don’t mess up my record by diagnosing me as a hypochondriac. I promise, I’ll leave and never come back.”

Feeling embarrassed enough to almost cry, which was extremely rare for Uhura, she jumped down from the bed and started for the door.

“Nyota, wait. I won’t put this on your record. Just tell me why—”

But she was too embarrassed to stick around. Uhura rushed through the door as soon as it swished open, and hurried down the hall, feeling his eyes boring into her back until she was outside. She walked over to the transporter station, flashed her ID card at the operator, which logged all of her most used transporter destinations. Normally she’d take the trolly, or a shuttle, but right now she just wanted to get out of there, pronto.

“My dorm,” she told him. He nodded and in seconds the campus clinic faded away, replaced by her dormitory.



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