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Doctor Makes A House Call

Posted on Thu Aug 17th, 2017 @ 8:38pm by Lieutenant JG Finn Fulton
Edited on on Thu Aug 17th, 2017 @ 9:03pm

Mission: S2E1 - Secrets
Location: Finn's Quarters
Timeline: MD 103: 1900 hours

Finn was tired, quite rightfully so after a day of scanning and analysis on various shuttle parts. His head was swimming with figures and numbers, theories and solutions. Slipping out of his uniform and into more comfortable clothing, sweatpants and a t-shirt, he collapsed onto his bed. Tonight would be an early night. While still wanting to go out and socialise with people, make friends and get more settled, sleep was more of a priority.

Well, it was until the chime went on his door. 'Who would be calling at this time?' he wondered as he moved into the main living area. "Come in," he called as the replicator called to him to provide a warm cup of peppermint tea. The glow of the replicator cycle finished as he heard the swish of the doors behind him.

"Good evening Ensign," came the voice of Kiril Nevin who only took a single step into the room. "I hope I'm not intruding?"

"Not at all," the Scotsman replied, "Just a little tired after my shift and wanted to get comfortable." He clutched his tea, allowing the bitter sweet vapour to drift up to his nose, it visibly relaxed him. "Can I get you anything?" he asked as he turned to the replicator and gestured to it with his left hand.

Nevin continued to stand there, wearing a pair of jeans and a light gray sweater that hugged his body tightly. "No, thank you," he said. "I just wanted to stop by and make sure you're feeling ok. And to make sure you had your hand stitched up."

"It is a lot better thank you," Finn grinned, "I did have a little trouble the next morning and the CMO, thankfully, was in the gym the same time it happened. He had to reopen and do something. I don't know what. He just kept going on about me needing a new hand if something didn't work. It was a little scary," he sipped his tea as if to calm his nerves again from the experience.

"The oaf?" Nevin asked, rolling his eyes. He took a few steps forward, "I don't like when other people mess with my work. Mind if I take a look?"

"By all means," Finn moved to the table, put down his cup, and presented his still tea warmed hand over for inspection. This time he would keep his emotions in check though.

Nevin walked to the table and took a seat, placing his med kit on the table. He took the man's hand in his hands and gently rubbed his thumb over where the wound was. "Did he perform this in the gym or did he take you back to Sickbay?" he asked, lifting the man's hand closer to his face to get a closer look.

"I was dragged to sickbay," Finn had a deadpan expression on his face, "literally dragged there, by the wrist."

"Were you refusing to go with him?" Nevin asked, concern on his face.

"No," Finn laughed nervously, "I think he was just eager to get my hand seen to quickly."

Nevin sighed, shaking his head. "I'm starting to question that baffoon's tactics," he said, placing the man's hand down and opening the medkit. He pulled out a tricorder, ignoring the single red rose that was laying inside.

"So did you get any more medical emergencies after I left?" Finn asked, trying to make pleasant conversation.

"No, I was able to go back to sleep and stay there for a few more hours." Nevin looked up, closing the tricorder, "Doesn't look like he did anything to mess up my work," he said. "Your hand is healing nicely."

Nevin sat there, giving the man a smile as he continued to hold his hand. "I..." he looked away, his cheeks blushing slightly, "I brought this for you," he said, taking out the rose and placing it on the table between them. "Thought it might make you feel better."

"That is so sweet," Finn blushed too. "I think having someone hold my hand like this, and a rose, is certainly make me feel a lot better. Dare I say romantic too."

The Surgeon cleared his throat, "I uh...certainly didn't mean to seem romantic. I merely thought that..." His fingers idly played with one of the leaves attached to the rose stem. "I don't know, this was stupid."

"Oh sorry," Finn blushed also, "It's been a while since someone had done anything like this for me. Normally it has had romantic undertones," he giggled a little, "And it isn't stupid, I'm just a little out of practice with my head all over the place."

Nevin let go of the man's hand and slowly brought it up to his chin, running the back of his fingers along the man's jaw. "Can I be honest about something?" he asked, though he didn't wait for an answer. "I haven't stopped thinking about you since Sickbay. I was never actually able to go back to sleep, as I was running through our encounter in my mind over and over, thinking of how it could have gone better."

Finn visibly blushed, he could have melted at that moment. It had been so long since he had felt a touch like this. It was bliss. It was magic. The left-hand side of his mouth curled up into the sweetest smile. "If it leads to this, I'd call it perfect," he realized how cheesy it sounds, but went with it anyway. "It is me though, I get an awkward mess sometimes. It-it has just been a while since someone caught my attention. I've forgotten how to act and be...well other than a blabbering mess. Which I am being right now." He cut himself off from continuing on.

Nevin's smile broadened, "You're so adorable," he said, leaning closer. "But sometimes you talk too much."

"That is why I shut myself up," Finn replied, the side of his mouth still beaming.

Leaning even closer, Nevin pressed his lips to the other man's.

Finn closed his eyes and savored the moment. It was like fireworks. Big loud, bright, explosive fireworks. He let his arms fall around Nevin's waist. He wasn't one to kiss on the first date, but this technically wasn't a date so wasn't breaking any of his rules. It just took him by surprise. A pleasant surprise.

After a few moments, Nevin pulled away, lightly biting Finn's lip as he did. "I'm sorry, that was probably too forward of me. I...don't typically do things like that."

"Do I look like I'm complaining?" Finn jokingly asked, his hands still on Nevin's waist. Joy was painted across his face.

Nevin stood from the table, allowing his hand to slip away from the other man. "Are you busy?" he asked.

"Not really," Finn released his own hands too. "I'm just dressing comfortably after a tough shift in engineering." He looked down at his more comfortable attire.

"I'd understand if you want to stay in, then," Nevin said, "But I was going to go get some dinner. You're free to join me if you'd like."

"If you give me a few moments to change, I'd gladly come along. Got anywhere in mind?" Finn asked as he started to wander towards his partly partitioned bedroom, thinking about what he was going to wear.

Nevin leaned against the bulkhead, running his fingers down his wrist as he inspected his skin. "Well, if you had said no, I was going to just head to the mess hall. But, in case you said yes, I may or may not have booked a holodeck," he said, calling to the man from the front room.

"I don't mind the mess hall if it saves some bother," Finn called from the bedroom, "but the holodeck could be nice." He had removed most of his clothing, except his underwear, and was perusing his wardrobes for something to wear. After a few second he had chosen dark wash navy jeans and a light grey, long sleeved button down shirt that he would roll the sleeves up if necessary. It would be paired with his dark grey boots. Perfect for almost any condition. As Finn manoeuvred around the bedroom, he tried his best not to give Nevin a peek at his semi-clothed self.

Try as he might, Finn didn't quite succeed at his goal, and Nevin bit his lip while trying his best to avert his eyes. "I think you're going to enjoy the holodeck," he said.

"Got anywhere in mind?" Finn asked out again as he started to attend to his hair. He would have to rush his normal hair routine, which was surprisingly extensive to achieve his normal 'messy' style. A rough go over with a hair dryer and some straighteners would have to do. Putting on the finishing touches of some hairspray and putting on his boots, Finn emerged feeling a much better version of himself.

Nevin held up a small isolinear chip, with a smile, "I may have planned something."

"Crafty," Finn grinned, "I like it," and he was impressed also. "Are you going to leave it as a surprise?" he suddenly panicked that he was dressed appropriately.

With a nod, Nevin pulled at the sides of the man's shirt until they were just a few inches apart. "I hope you like surprises," he said, as he planted his lips against Finn's.

The young engineer enjoyed the embrace, feeling the heat under his collar rise slightly. It had been some time since he had felt this, often spurning the advances of others. There was just something magnetic about Nevin though. Finn couldnt explain it, he just enjoyed it. Finally pulling away, all he could do was nod in response to the question.

"Ready?" Nevin took the man by the hand and lead him out of his Quarters. It didn't take long for the two tofind themselves at the holodeck.

Nevin slide the chip intom the Computer terminal and was met with a happy chirp. "Do you get cold easily?" he asked.

This was all sudden and unexpected, but it left Finn feeling a deep warmth of joy within him. The kind that flutters your stomach. It had been a long time since he had felt it. "Well, how cold and for how long?" he asked, "I could grab a sweatshirt, or need someone to warm me."

"I'm sure we'll be fine," Nevin said as he walked up to the doors.

They opened with a loud hiss and revealed what appeared to be a cabin resort with a crackling fire on the far side of the room. Through the large windows, you could see the massive mountain range that extended down the ridge as thick snow fell gracefully to cover the terrain with a blanket of pure delight. Near one of the windows sat a table, set for two, and a man in a casual black shirt and slacks stood off to the side ready to seat them.

"I wasn't sure what you would like," Nevin said as he walked into the scene. "Part of me wanted to do something active and warm, but I just felt this was more appropriate."

"We can do that later, or another time," Finn replied before realising how suggestive that could be taken. He went pale for a second and continued on, brushing it under the proverbial rug. "This is amazing, and for someone who didn't see flowers as a romantic gesture, you certainly have a romantic streak. I don't think anyone has done something quite like this for me before."

"I lied," Nevin simply said.

Finn leaned in close and allowed himself to link arms with Nevin. "You may be the best thing that has ever come out of a work injury."

Nevin leaned in and planted a kiss on the man's cheek. "Can't say I'm not happy about that injury."

Finn's hand slid down Nevin's arm and went to hold his hand. He wasn't sure what this was, but it was making him so happy. Whatever it was, he hoped it would continue past this one night.

 

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