Disclaimer:

These characters don't belong to me, they're just on loan for the telling of this little tale. They belong to Paramount Pictures; oh great owners of anything Star Trek. Absolutely no infringement of copyright is intended.

I do however own the idea for the story and the words said within. There is a same sex pairing being highlighted. There is nothing graphic but if you're not into that kind of thing or you're not old enough where you live to partake of the activity even if you wanted to do. Please surf elsewhere.

Dedication:

In praise of my own Doctor's medical emergencies.

Medical Emergency

by Vic Barbeler

"......Doctor Beverly?"

Beverly Crusher looked up over the top of her computer terminal to respond, immediately recognizing the gentle and endearing adaptation to her title. Her gaze settling easily on the striking features of the woman bending down seductively on the edge of her desk. She'd been so intent on catching up on the pile of paperwork left to accumulate since Odan's latest arrival that she hadn't bothered to pay attention to the comings and goings of the outer examination area of sick bay for some hours. Shift rotation from Beta to Gamma shift had occurred she presumed while she'd been neck deep in her work and no one on the scaled down duty roster had had reason to disturb her. Indeed she had been so caught up that she'd not heard her lover enter or sense her presence before she spoke.

Beverly would much rather have been at home at this hour enjoying what time Odan's visits afforded them than wading through the backlog of reports, but the work continued whether Odan was on board the Enterprise or not. The Ambassador's visits though much more frequent, often came unannounced, leaving little opportunity for the ship's Doctor to make alternative arrangements to an already demanding schedule. They were however learning to balance their work commitments, no matter how tedious sometimes with their private relationship, or so it seemed.

"Ambassador." Beverly returned with a surprised but none the less appreciative smile. "Am I that late again?"

She pushed a handful of PADD's scattered about her desk top to one side in search of her time piece, feeling guilty that her ongoing absences from their shared quarters at night had come to Odan needing to personally drag her out of work. She turned the small devise over and watched it flash 2100 hours.

Kireel returned her smile, though not as broadly as her own, there was a definite smirk fringing the full lips. Mischievous. What was visible of her clothes from where the Doctor sat showed she'd already showered and prepared herself for dinner and a quiet evening. 'Yes Beverly it really was that late.' It appeared the only thing missing from the apparently carefully chosen attire by her lover was the right company to share it with. The look was unmistakable. She was there to take her home. Beverly watched as Odan perched herself lightly on a corner of the desk, leaning closer to her to accentuate her forthcoming statement. A free hand, the one that was not supporting her weight on the desk, reached up and pressed solidly against her own cleavage.

Her words breathed out in low inviting whispers. "No Dr. Beverly, you are not so much as late, but I do require your immediate aid." Then closer still. "....... You see, I have a pain........"

"A pain?" Beverly's eye brow arched questioningly. Then instinctively she brought herself to her feet, dismissing any thought of a casual visit and reached for her medical tricorder laying amongst the PADD's. Still not completely familiar with Trill physiology, Beverly was not prepared to take any chances when it came to Odan's health. She'd had to stand by helplessly once before and let the man she originally thought to be Odan die. It had shocked her profoundly and for a time she thought she would never recover. Even though Kireel Odan had come into her life and she learnt the secret of the joined species, she promised herself she would never ignore any sign of danger to her lover's physical well being again. She was too precious, too necessary to her own well being. The reasonable well trained part of her mind told her it was probably just the usual mild discomfort experienced by hosts. Something that they both were well accustomed to, A quick shot from the right hypo spray and her lover would be feeling fine again.

Kireel had waited for her on the other side of the desk, waiting and watching patiently as Beverly ran the medical instrument over her body. It was several moments of silent examination before Beverly would stop searching for the cause and have it dawn on her exactly the nature of her lover's pain and exactly what had caused her to come to her at work.

A glint of recognition played across Beverly's face as she gently placed the tricorder down on the desk top meeting Odan's gaze.

She watched her lips curl up again and then return to the dead pan expression that had made her famous as a Starfleet mediator. Holding her own manner adept and as neutral as her lover, Beverly thought if it was some sort of game Odan was playing, then she knew how to play games too.

"What kind of pain, Ambassador?" She asked matter a factly.

"Just a pain, Doctor. It's hard to define."

Beverly pressed lightly at the same place Odan had pronounced solemnly moments before. "A pain, not an ache?"

"Yes." Odan murmured against her ear. "Definitely a pain." Cool exhalation making her skin prickle.

"Oh!" Beverly's voice had softened into a familiar liquid enamel. "Where about's is the pain?"

Odan smiled at the tiny rise that had snuck through the Doctor's iron coat exterior. This game would be short lived she was sure. Again the tricorder was raised and activated as Beverly motioned it proficiently over the now standing woman. Being as thorough as her mood allowed, she started around her shoulder 's and then holding it still at her heart where the hand rested.

"Is it here?"

"......No."

"......Or here" bringing the devise inches from Odan's lips to hear and see breath drawn in.

"Possibly, I'm not sure."

"I see." Her professionalism was being tested she realized, pushed to its limits in her own office. This just wouldn't do, but knowing full well she also couldn't resist the offer being made.

"Yes there does seem to be some signs of increased heart rate. It could be detrimental to your health if it goes untended."

"What do you recommend, Doctor?"

"I'm not sure." Their mouths rested dangerously close to one another when it occurred to Beverly that her office, their positions were in clear view to any one in the outer rooms. Not unexpected she tensed somewhat. She had not bothered to check who was working outside. 'How on earth could Odan do that? Make her forget everything around but her?.'

Odan registered her discomfort as both women instinctively looked in the direction of the two way windows that divided her office from the rest of sick bay. Surprisingly the area was empty, but it would assuredly not stay that way. Two sets of eyes came back to stare at the other as the game continued.

"Doctor?"

"Yes?" They'd not moved an inch.

".......The pain, it does seem to be getting worse."

A moments hesitation hung before Odan would hear her reply. Mildly disturbed she was edging her bets Doctor Crusher's response could go either way. Praying the examination rooms would stay empty just a little longer.

"This is something I will need to take a closer look at, Ambassador." Beverly finally replied with a face as straight as Commander Data's. "Would you mind stepping into one of the isolation chambers with me?"

"Isolation chambers?"

"Yes, there may be risk of contagion, I can make a more detailed investigation," and curiously "...... Is there a problem"

"Not at all, Doctor Beverly. Whatever you deem necessary." Beverly never ceased to amaze her that was certain.

Without any further discussion the Chief Medical Officer led the way to the secluded, hardly ever used section of the facility . A tiny room with a large reverse mirrored windows for quarantined patient observation and a sturdy titanium alloy enforced door. No more than 10 feet square and furnished in the standard Starfleet colors and all the latest medical equipment. It was just perfect for this kind of investigation she told herself and wondering why that fact had not occurred to her before.

The Ambassador strolled in cooperatively behind her and lent promisingly against the stasis table at its center. She watched as without the hint of indecisiveness the attending Doctor shut tight the blinds on the mirrored window and sealed the only exit behind them. Certain that it was locked Beverly pressed her weight against the door finally admiring her patient with unveiled appreciation.

"You'll need to disrobe, I'm afraid, Ambassador..... so I can take a closer look."

Odan smiled but didn't budge, baiting the Doctor to continue her performance. She was in no hurry and she loved to see her lover pushed out of her comfort zone. Approaching her in her work space, no matter how deserted it was at that time of day, and no matter how sound proof and secure the room they now occupied was, Doctor Beverly was still unaccustomed to combining work and pleasure. The look of unabashed arousal on her lover's face spiced with just a dash of fear was enough to drive the Ambassador crazy. Enough to make her dispense with the 'game' and take her right there and then against the door. But the game was developing beyond her first intentions, taking on a direction of its own. Beverly had put up a lot less resistance than she would have thought. Had taken them on an entirely different road then anticipated. Odan would wait for her lover to show her where she wanted to go next. They shared a knowing smile and allowed appreciation of the moment to simmer.

But when Beverly thought her 'patient' was getting too much of the upper hand in the whole situation, far to coy for her own good, she added. "Purely for medical reasons, you understand."

A look that said "Touché" was shot back as the Ambassador began to comply finally with the request. Slowly pealing back the richly flavored overdress Beverly was so fond of and laying it neatly on the bed behind her. She stood now in traditional long pants and the delicately laced undergarments Beverly had watched her put on that morning. Beverly remained nailed against the secured door, continuing to observe with as much professional indifference she could manage. Several times her hands were rammed deep in the recesses of her examination jacket to keep them still, but then finding their ways out again to fidget with the door or her own clothing. Isolation Chamber number two was definitely warmer than she would have thought.

"Enough?" asked Odan indicating her state of undress

The Doctor stared admiringly for a moment and said. "No, Ambassador I am afraid I will need to see a lot more of you then that. The lower apparel as well please."

Odan submitted under the watchful gaze barely able to hide her own approval. Supporting herself against the bed to slip off her shoes and stockings. Then sliding one hand briefly but suggestively under the waist band of her pants before actually taking them off. All the while the Doctor maintained her position and blank expression, all the while struggling to calm a pounding heart. The pain that Odan had spoke of earlier was now something she too was experiencing first hand.

"Tell me again where the pain is, Ambassador?" She managed.

Odan made a gesture with her hand to the lower regions of her perfect form making Beverly eyebrow's arch once more. Finally pushing herself off the doorframe she moved closer to the bed to the beauty before her.

"That low?" Beverly looked skeptical. "My instruments must be malfunctioning." And raised the medical tricorder that had fast become more of a sexual prop than a healing device again to the half naked woman, running it unconvinced over the lace clad upper body. "Let me test you again."

"Climb right up on the bed now, Ambassador." came the neutral request after more silent studying.

"Sitting or laying?" Odan certain she would not be able to hold the guise much longer.

"I think for now sitting is fine." And guided the Ambassador's legs to part as they hung over the side. She eased her own body to stand nestled between them and the bed. Odan gasped momentarily as hands moved desperately close to her inner thighs. The game had gone beyond a tease and an unspoken decision had been made that only the strongest will would rein. Beverly eyes stayed fixed on the tricorder readout as a quizzical expression shrouded the nervousness deep in her own belly. Convinced their shared passion would one day be the death of her, figuratively speaking. Was there anywhere on this ship we haven't tried?

While running the tricorder over various body parts she'd allowed her free hand with deliberately splayed fingers to pole pate the Ambassador's upper regions. First her face, her neck, her shoulders, meticulous detail being paid to them all. Her fingers coming to rest, testing the sensitive mounds covered by the lace. Odan moaned once more. A poorly stifled moan that sounded more like desire than pain and Beverly knew she was being told to put the damn tricorder down.

"So it hurts there?" She asked through a throaty whisper.

"Uhmmm"

Beverly looked deeply into Odan's eyes, hands moved up to pull at the fine straps holding her camisole in place and drew them down. Both sets of eyes followed the movement as the line of fabric was dropped at Odan's biceps and hands returned to cup what they'd hidden. The groan was clear this time. Unmistakable, undisguisable.

"This seems quite serious, Ambassador."

"It does." Odan managed as the Doctor leaned in and licked gently behind her ear.

"I'm afraid so." Tongue flicking at her lovers lobe, fingers knitting into shoulder length hair. Odan reached up and pulled at the examination jacket that kept them parted encouraging Beverly to get rid of it.

"There can be only one course of action in cases like this." She was saying stripping the barrier away.

"What's that?" Asked Odan not really needing to ask.

"I need to locate the cause."

"Won't that be difficult?"

"Not really, I've seen this kind of thing before."

Odan was in the process of asking where Beverly had seen it when she felt her lover's teeth graze her neck again, sending sharp electrodes down her middle.

"And when you locate it Doctor, what then?"

Beverly unzipped the front of her own uniform amidst another set of fumbling fingers bent on beating her to it. There was really only enough room for one set of hands between them and she scooted Odan's away. Seeking patience and offering in turn the opportunity to watch.

"Treat it," she said firmly as she pushed the uniform down the length of her body taking her underwear with it. "When I find it, I'll treat it." Beverly stepped out of the body suit, discarding it at her feet as Odan moved back further to lay on the examination bed. One leg raised enough to make her invitation clear.

"But I may need your help in locating the source, Ambassador."

"Is that usual practice, Doctor?" Odan opened her arms to her lover, beckoning her to join her on the bed.

"In acute cases like this, most definitely. Only a joint and thorough investigation can ensure completely successful results."

Odan was saying, "Then I give myself over to your capable hands."

Shivering as she watched Beverly crawl the remaining distance of the bed.