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Modern Day Final Fantasy Remake AU

feat. BTS

Aerith listens to BTS

She gets Barrett into it, he likes the rap line. His favs are RM and j-hope

That gets Marlene into it, and now her and Barrett are learning the dances.

Cloud ends up listening to BTS, mostly for the rap line (he secretly likes the soft romantic songs)

Nanaki’s bias is Suga

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Head-canons for Dean Winchester and witch girlfriend:

-She makes baked goods, lots of pie for Dean.

-While she cooks Dean stands behind her with his arms wrapped around her.

-Dean’s not used to affectionate physical contact. He melts when she runs her hands through his hair.

-Dean doesn’t know what to do when she cries. He’s not good at talking about emotions. Instead he uses physical comfort, holding her, bear hugs, kissing the top of her head.

-Dean’s other idea on how to comfort consist of getting beer, burgers and sweets.

-She sneaks protection spell bags into the impala.

-She makes him a protection spell bracelet.

-When they watch horror movies together they talk the whole time. Critiquing it.

-She tells Dean that “he’s pretty”, he blushes.

-She steals his jacket because it smells like him and it’s weight is comforting.

-Dean makes her mix tapes.

-He calls her Sabrina/Merlin

-Dean tries to teach her how to do car maintenance. She doesn’t learn much but she pays attention for his sake.

-She helps Dean with spell memorization and pronunciation.

-Dean calls her for advice on cases.

-Dean hovering when her an Sam do research together.

-Dean trying to distract her when she’s doing research.

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Amos and Murtry upholding each other’s end of the bargain.

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I Have Loved The Stars, Chapter 4 Amos Burton x OC

Their arrival to the space station was terrifying, to say the least.

She sat alone, strapped into a seat, in full spacesuit, in the med bay while the Roci had gone to battle with a stealth ship. Several bullets cut through the ship and she wondered exactly how expendable to Fred Johnson she was. When the fighting ceased, a few moments later she could hear Alex over the radio, "you okay down there little lady?"

August swallowed down the bile that was trying to escape her body. "Yup, how about you all?"

"We're all okay...lost a pod though. Amos got knocked around a bit so if you could make sure he didn't break any ribs once we're all situated. Holden is gonna board the station shortly. And Amos is going to do temp patches on this ship for the trip back so don't take off your helmet just yet."

"Roger." She fucking hated space suits. Her nose itched.

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It was a few hours later when the raid of the station was all said and done. Amos had managed to patch up the important part of the ship and he'd already popped into the med bay where she was able to confirm that while he might have some nasty bruises shortly, he hadn't broken anything. As per usual Amos seemed unphased by both his injuries and the strange and stressful circumstances he obtained them under. August wished to herself that she could maintain her composure like that.

August was sitting with Alex in the bridge of the ship a little while later when Holden radioed the Roci and informed them that they were going to be transporting eight prisoners back to Tycho. August was tasked with making sure that they would all survive the trip. From the sound of it, there had been a decent amount of people on the station but the raiding party had shot first and then asked questions. August followed Alex down to the hull of the ship where they were boarding the prisoners.

If August had thought Holden was tightly wound before she wasn't sure what to call him after the raid. She half expected the blood vessel on his head to pop when he had stormed back onto the ship.

Unsure of what exactly had transpired on the station she glanced over to Alex who looked equally perplexed.

"Everything okay, Hoss?" He called after Holden as he strode across the room and aggressively pulled off his spacesuit.

"No. Miller shot the one guy who seemed to have a clue as to what the hell was going on with this whole thing." Holden slammed his helmet down on a table. "August," he said turning his angry gaze to her, "We have one scientist left, he's the one in white. Seems unharmed, but I'm putting you in charge of him. We need him alive." Some of the anger had faded from his voice, but barely. Holden shifted his gaze to behind her, Amos had silently appeared, apparently. "Amos, I want you with her when she's got any of these guys in the med bay."

"Got it, boss." Well, she thought to herself, there are worse babysitters to have. She shifted her gaze over to the prisoners who were all cuffed and walking in an orderly line surrounded by belters who were armed to the teeth. None of the prisoners seemed to care that an enemy force had just stormed their base, shot at least half their comrades, chained the survivors up and forced them out of their home by gunpoint. Either this was something that they'd experienced a lot in their careers or something was wrong. August had spent enough time working for Fred Johnson and seeing prisoners to know that sometimes the leader or right hand remained level headed, but not the whole group. Something was wrong with this picture. She bit the inside of her lip as she trailed after the prisoners and their escort. Amos fell into step with her but kept any thoughts he had about it to himself.

When they reached the brig, the prisoners went into the cell in an orderly fashion. The scientist was last in line. "You," Amos called out with a slight jerk of his chin in the man's direction. "You're going to come with us." The scientist nodded and calmly broke away from the group. Once the rest of the group was safely in the cell Amos entered a code into the pad beside the door which promptly closed and loudly locked.

August glanced at both Amos and the scientist before turning around and headed down the hall. They took the lift up to the second level where the med bay was located. Once they reached their destination the man sighed and looked at her, "I can tell you now that I'm fine and that this is a waste of time." His calm and even tone did nothing to relieve the knot that had begun to grow in her stomach on the silent walk to the med bay. "I need to get back to work. It's important."

"Okay, well I don't know if I can help with that but I have to make sure you aren't injured or sick. If you could -" He cut her off, sounding distressed.

"You don't understand! I need to get back to the protomolocule! We don't have time!" She saw Amos take a small step forward so it would be easier to put himself between the two of them if needed. She held up to the man who had gone from a blank slate to suddenly very animated.

"Slow down. We have to take this one step at a time. I know that can be frustrating but bare with me okay." She offered him a sympathetic smile and he took a deep breath and nodded. “Let’s start with you telling me what your name is. Mine is August.

"My name is Paolo."

"Alright, Paolo. Look I'm not the one making the calls here but I can go talk to the person that is if you want to speak with him. But first I need you to sit over there and let me make sure you aren't hurt. Sound like a plan?" He nodded again and it seemed like any life that had briefly surfaced in him settled back down. Without any more protest, he went and sat in the first of the medical chairs. August glanced over to Amos, feeling fairly bewildered at this entire scenario. He simply shrugged in response. She followed Paolo over to the table and then looked again to Amos who was behind her like a shadow. "Amos, do you have the key to the cuffs? I don't think they're necessary right now." Amos's brow furrowed for a moment.

"No funny business," he said fixing Paolo with a look before stepping to the side of August and using a key fob to unlock his cuffs. Amos then took the cuffs and pocketed them and posted up on the nearby wall.

She grabbed the small light she had in her pocket to do a quick check of Paolo's pupils. Nothing abnormal there. She took his pulse and blood pressure. All normal. He sat still and compliant. She was going to want to do some brain scans when they got back to Tycho and had the proper equipment. If it hadn't been for Paolo's fairly passionate outburst a moment ago she would have guessed this man and his comrades had all been lobotomized. That thought made the knot in her stomach turn again. She did a cursory med scan of his body to make sure there wasn't anything internal that was going to be a short term problem. That too was normal. August wondered to herself if there had ever been a time when this many normal results had only magnified her unease.

"Looks like you’re plenty healthy. Amos and I are going to walk you back to the holding cell now okay?"

"Yes," he said sliding off the table and standing, "But don't forget, you need to tell the captain I want to talk to him."

"I haven't forgotten," she said gently as Amos took the cuffs out of his pocket and put them back on Paolo's wrists.

The walk back to the brig was as silent as the one from it.

Paolo walked into the cell, his expression blank.

"Next," Amos called out. One of the other seven prisoners stepped up, as orderly as if this was just a normal doctor's check-up.

Another silent walk to the med bay. This man's name was Kent. He didn't ask for anything. Didn't ask any questions. And everything physical checked out normal. She chewed at the inside of her cheek as they went down to return him to the cell and get the next prisoner. A silent trip to the med bay. This man was all normal as well. He asked no questions, put up no resistance. His name was Roger. When they returned Roger to the cell, Amos didn't call out for the next person instead he closed and locked the door.

"Break time. We should eat." August gave a non-committal nod, deep in thought and worry about what exactly they had stumbled on. She followed Amos to the kitchen. She took a seat at the long table. She couldn't eat. She was pretty sure she wouldn't be able to hold anything down at the moment. The knot in her stomach had grown into an anxiety stomach ache. Maybe some tea would help, she thought to herself before getting up and sticking a little tea pod in the brew machine. After the tea brewed she grabbed a few packets of milk and sugar and sat back down.

A minute or two later Amos sat down next to her and surprised her when he set down a plate of food not only for himself but for her.

"You need to eat," he said, matter-of-factly. She appreciated the gesture but shook her head.

"I'm not hungry, but thanks."

"You didn't eat before the raid and Cap wants me to keep an eye on you. I'm not doing my job if you get sick."

"I'm not sure that's what he meant, I-"

Amos cut her off "Eat" for emphasis he nudged a fork into her hand. She let out of soft chuckle and took the fork.

"Didn't take you for the mother hen type,"

"Yeah well, when you're upset you make it fairly obvious." He took a bite of his food.

"Sorry?" She asked, unsure if that was a joke or a jab.

"I don't mean that as an insult. It's just plain as day when you find something upsetting. You'd be shit at poker." He took another bite of his food, glanced over to her and smiled.

"Correction, I am shit at poker." She felt the anxiety in her stomach ebb just a little when he let out a quiet laugh.

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I Have Loved The Stars, Part 3

Amos Burton x OC

"I want you to come on this mission." This was not what August had been expecting when Johnson had sent for her. Sitting in one of the chairs in his office she took a moment to think. She had heard that he was looking for volunteers for some trip that involved what was happening on Eros but why was he asking her specifically to go? She wasn't an engineer or particularly strong. The best use of her talents was here on Tyco, tending to the seemingly endless ailments of its residents.

"What? Why? I don't even really know that much about this whole mission." "We need a medic...We're not sure what we're going to encounter out there. And the crew of the Rocinante lost their medic while on the Donnager." That's when it clicked, she sighed. "You don't want a medic, you want a spy."

Johnson didn't deny it. Instead, he replied, "I need someone I can trust to make sure the people that have come to our doorstep asking for some pretty big favors can be trusted...and they need a medic."

"Why not make up some reason for Drummer to travel with them," she asked before actually thinking about it. She knew that was a stupid question, Drummer was a lot of things but someone who could sit in the background and report back she was not. Also, Johnson probably needed her to be handling the multitude of other tasks she had as his right hand. "Or someone else, you've got to have people you pay to find out this kind of stuff." Even as the words came out of her mouth she knew she was going to end up on the Rocinante. Not because Johnson would force her to go but because if he was asking he had good reason. She trusted him and he knew that. On the bright side, she mused, this must mean that he trusts you as well. Or that you're expendable.

"We leave in two days. Pack enough for at least five days for yourself. This is going to be about a 75 man operation in all with a minimum of 50 men involved in the assault of the base, so prepare accordingly. Drummer will give you a rundown of the plan later today. She'll meet you when your back at the clinic when she has a moment. She would have been here but she said she knew you'd agree and she had a few more pressing things to attend to."

"Yeah yeah," August grumbled with a sarcastic wave of her hand. "Wait, you know what? If I agree to this I want something in return. You need to give the clinic more funds so we can hire another medic or you know maybe an actual doctor."

Johnson smiled at this. "You're the doctor in everything but title last time I checked. But yes, I figured it would only be fair so we'll be adding funds to the clinic's budget. She didn't bother arguing about the doctor comment. In the past, he'd encouraged her to tell people she was a doctor. She'd gone to medical school after all, but she'd left Earth before finishing her degree and doing her residency. Johnson knew that but didn't seem to care. She cared though.

"Does that Holden guy know about this plan," she asked while simultaneously starting to mentally assess what she was going to bring with her.

"He does. But I can't tell you to expect a particularly warm welcome," he said with an apologetic smile.

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August thought she had prepared for the crew of the Roci to not be in the best of mood but apparently she had not prepared enough. Alex, their pilot, was unusually reserved and his usually easy-going demeanor had been replaced with that of extreme anxiety. James and Naomi also seemed on edge, but August was also starting to wonder if that was just the default for them. There was no sign of Amos when she boarded but that didn't particularly surprise her. Naomi showed her to her quarters and then how to get to the medical bay and kitchen from there.

"Hey, listen," August paused after the mini-tour or the ship. She ran a hand through her hair. "I know me being here was Johnson's idea. But I'll do my best to stay out of the way and if there's anything I can help with while I'm here, even non-medical stuff, just let me know." This earned her a small smile from Naomi.

"Sorry if we haven't been the most welcoming," Naomi sighed. "These past few weeks...months really, since the Cant, have been hell. I promise we're not always this grumpy."

"From what I've heard, if I was in your position I'd be grumpy too so no need to apologize. And really even if you just need to take your mind off things and play a game of cards, I'm around." August didn't like the fact that to her, her own offer felt insincere because of Johnson's assignment for her even when it was something she was likely to offer in normal circumstances. Naomi smiled again and said, "thanks, I might take you up on that," before heading off down the hall of the ship.

August looked around the med bay and realized that for the next few days before they reached their destination, she was not going to have anything to do. She couldn't remember the last time she had had this much free time. Pretty much since arriving on Tyco every minute of her day had been filled either working, squeezing in some much needed socializing time, or sleeping. She'd downloaded a book for her trip but hadn't expected to actually read it. Now that she thought about it, she wished she'd packed more books. She wished that even more, about eight hours later after she finished the book. Not sure what else to do she went to her quarters and slept.

The next day she wandered the Roci, while trying to keep out of the way. She reflected on how different this ship was from a station like Tyco. It was so quiet, aside from the dull hum of the engine and occasional mechanical beep. It was also boring, she needed something to do other than sleep and stare at the walls.

Eventually, she stumbled upon Amos who was in what looked like an armory. It doesn't look like an armory, it is one. This is a warship she remembered.

"Oh sorry," she said, for lack of something better to say.

"What are you sorry for?" he asked glancing up from the gun he was taking apart.

"Uh...Just didn't mean to bother you."

"Not bothered," he returned his attention to the weapon. In need of conversation, she took a step into the room.

"Can I ask you a question?" He remained silent but looked up at her expectantly. "Does being up here get boring? Like traveling in the ship I mean." She'd lived on Tyco for about five years but was never truly able to kick the habit of talking like an Earther. Not that she expected Amos, another Earther to care, but her friends and her coworkers would have teased her for her Earther turn of phrase.

"We haven't had a lot of time to get bored up here."

"Oh." In retrospect that should have been obvious, she thought to herself.

"And even when there's downtime there's usually something to fix...you looking for something to do?"

His question surprised but she was eager for some type of task. "Yeah but I'm not sure that I'm particularly useful with tech stuff, unfortunately." She self consciously picked at the edge of her sleeve. Amos got up and went over to something was covered in engine grease, she had no idea what it was.

"This thing needs to be cleaned, you up for that?" She swore she could hear some skepticism in his voice. August started rolling up her sleeves.

"Where's the uh...soap?" The soap bit was kind of a joke and he seemed to take it that way, smiling just slightly. He tossed her a rag and a bottle of cleaner and she sat down on the bench opposite of where he had been seated and got to work. August felt slightly relieved when she started on it. It was nice to have something to do with her hands and not feel like dead weight. Also, a manual task would help her take her mind off mulling about the assignment of being Johnson's 'eyes and ears'. She was skeptical that she was going to be able to accomplish anything for Johnson, but she could clean this thing, whatever it was.

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I Have Loved The Stars..., Part 2

It was a few months later when the crew of the Rocinante showed up again. August was working in the clinic when they came. This time Fred Johnson's welcome mat was a little less welcoming, so she was able to stay in the clinic but had to be ready to come if called. The afternoon, or what everyone pretended was the afternoon, came and went and she didn't hear anything from Drummer so she figured that no news was good news.

She finished cleaning up the mess that the day had left in its wake and sent a quick text to a few friends while taking a pod back to her apartment. She took a quick shower, because she was not one of the few that could afford the luxury of anything but a quick shower, and got ready to go out. She grabbed her go-to pair of pants and her favorite shirt (a cute cage top that she had probably paid too much for but it made her happy), and was putting on makeup when three of her friends stormed the apartment, they were eager to go and half-drunk already.

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It was almost kind of comical the way people at the bar reacted when the crew of the Rosinate entered the bar that August and her friends had ended up at. The reactions were made more interesting by the fact that no one really knew what their motivations were, but overall the view of them was positive. They had put Mars on blast and they were a rallying cry for belters, who were dying in the act of trying to get said oppressors resources.

August felt awkward to have had interacted with Holden and his crew previously and not go say 'hello' but from that brief interaction, she'd gotten the impression they liked their own little unit and didn't much care for the company of strangers. This impression was further solidified after watching a few people who clearly didn't know them try to go engage only to end up walking away within moments. There was also another reason she didn't approach them, she was drunk.

Unfortunately, for August, when she went up to the bar to get another round Fred johnson suddenly appeared.

"Hey kid," Johnson said with a small cheers of his glass as he approached August.

"Hey old man, isn't it past your bedtime?" she teased with a tilt of her head.

"Hilarious as always. I figured I would come to check on our guests. Make sure that they are having a good time," he nodded to Holden's group which was seated in a dark corner of the bar. It wasn't even worth calling Johnson out on the fact that she knew very well he didn't give a damn about their comfort, he just wanted to keep an eye on his newest investment. "Let's go see how they're doing shall we?"

August looked over to the drinks that she'd purchased for her group that the bartender had just place in front of her. "Put those on my tab," Johnson said looking to the bartender, "and bring them with us," he said as he looked back to her. She considered telling Johnson to either fuck off or at least carry the damn drinks himself but she found the best thing to do when she was drunk and found herself in the middle of political games was to stay quiet rather than look like an idiot. With a sigh she followed after the leader of Tyco station.

"On the house," Johnson gestured magnanimously to the drinks as August placed them down on the table the Rossie's crew was seated around. "Mind if we join you?" Johnson asked, already pulling two chairs up. Holden and Naomi gave tense smiles as Johnson and August sat. The pilot, August was fairly certain his name was Alex, was the only one who didn't seem incredibly tense. Amos, the one who'd broken his leg, didn't look away from the point off in the distance that he was staring into. Amos's quietness unsettled her or maybe intrigued her, she couldn't tell which. She chuckled to herself silently wondering if maybe it was just his giant arms that kept making her want to glance back over to him.

"You were the kind lady who made sure we were patched up all right," Alex said with his slight accent that she found endearing, or maybe it was the fact that he seemed relatively easy-going that she found endearing.

"That would be me, glad to see you guys are doing okay," she said looking around, when she looked at Amos she added, "I see you took my advice."

"What?" He turned his attention to her.

"About not getting shot?" She gave him a cheeky grin. Alex chuckled but Amos didn't seem to find it amusing and simply shrugged. August took a large gulp of her drink and looked over to Johnson in hopes that he'd bail her out and blessedly he did when he started chatting with Alex about ship-related things. That was it, she thought to herself wryly, you have a weakness for men who won't give you the time of day. August, anxiously picked at the label on her drink. Her poor flirting skills aside, the crew seems tense, and her alcohol muddled brain didn't know what to do so she didn't contribute much to the conversation. A while after sitting there she felt a hand on her shoulder and looked up to see one of her friends, Jake.

"We're headed upstairs wanna come?" Eager to escape the awkwardness she looked over to the table.

"Anyone want to join," August asked the table.

"No thanks darling," Alex said with his usual kind smile.

"I think we're going to call it a night pretty soon," Naomi said, clearly speaking for both her and Holden.

"I don't dance." Was Amos's reply, much to her disappointment.

Johnson just smiled and shook his head, "Go have fun." August excused herself and followed Jake up the stairs through the crowd to the dance floor.

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Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: The Expanse (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Amos Burton/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Amos Burton, Original Female Character(s), Naomi Nagata, Jim Holden (The Expanse), Fred Johnson, Alex Kamal, Camina Drummer Additional Tags: slowish burn, Slow Burn, Plot With Porn Summary: August is an Earther who has made a home for herself on Tyco, another stray in the universe. Under the employ of Fred Johnson she’s used to meeting lots of different types but the crew of the Roci, particularly the mechanic, stands out.

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I Have Loved The Stars Too Fondly To Be Fearful Of The Night Part 1

Amos Burton x OC

Tyco Station. The Belt.

August.

The clinic was busier than normal today. Which meant that August and everyone else working there was spread thinner than normal. Which, under the best of circumstances, i.e. a fully stocked and up to date clinic with a staff that was fully trained, fed and rested, would have been able to handle but this wasn't this best of circumstances, this was Tyco. A station on the belt which as a general rule was never a place where the best of circumstances never seemed to occur.

August was going back and forth between three different patients. She was holding on the lungs of a kid named Kai when the com sparked to life. "August, Fred needs you at the docks. We've got injured incoming," came the female voice of Fred Johnson's second in command, Drummer. August clenched her jaw in annoyance and continued her work. She directed one of the nurses to what medicine the kid needed and had moved onto the arm of one of the five Black Sky members who were currently in the clinic. The Black Sun and some other OPA faction had gotten into a scuffle and the Black Sky had gotten their asses kicked and come limping to the clinic to be patched up. The genius she was currently attending to thought, despite his recent loss, that he was a badass and right before she reset his arm, kept asking her out for a drink. He stopped when she reset his arm.

The com crackled again, with the same voice, sounding slightly more annoyed "August."

"Kinda in the middle of doing my job right now," she responded while putting the cast wrap over the guy's arm.

"Last time I checked, part of your job is listening to your boss."

"Damnnit, I'll be there as soon as I can." She looked around frantically until she made eye contact with the other doctor.

"Go," said the older man, Ted, "I've been around here long enough to know how to hold down the fort."

"Sorry," she grumbled with an apologetic grimace before grabbing her medic bag and rushing out into the busy corridors and heading to the docks.

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"Alright, I'm here your highness, now what do you want?" she said with a mock bow as she caught up with Fred and Drummer.

"We've got some guests coming, and I suspect they'll need some medical attention."

She rolled her eyes. "Oh?"

"Trust me, this will be important."

"That line is getting really old," she grunted as she set her bag down on the ground and sat on one of the shipping containers. She and Drummer exchanged a look. She'd rarely seen Fred this...eager she supposed was the word for it, but also nervous. She racked her brain to think of who this important "guest" could be and all she could figure is it certainly wasn't a Belter. It wasn't that Fred didn't care about Belter's, he wouldn't be here if he didn't, but sadly Belter's rarely had anything to offer other than maybe some intel or boot on the ground. They didn't have the money that Earth or Mars had that opened doors to something that would make Fred react like this. That being said August didn't have the clearest insight on the inner machinations of the OPA. She was from Earth originally at least and eventually found her way out onto the belt for more than a few reasons but largely as a way to escape her old life and the people in it.

A few minutes later the docking clamp locked onto the ship they were waiting for. "Wait for me here," Fred said before walking onto the bridge. "You know I could be helping people instead of waiting around for you," she called after him in a tone that was somewhat teasing but also carried a note of irritation.

About fifteen minutes later Fred came back and gestured for her to come aboard. She wasn't sure what she was expecting but an MCRN gunship with James Holden and his crew was not it. But it did explain why Fred had brought a welcome committee. He was trying to woo them, either to get them to give him information or get them to do something, possible both based on what she knew of Fred.

There were four people on the ship. Three men, all Inners, and a Belter woman. They were all that was left of the Ice ship that had been blown to bits...and then the Mars Flagship that had suffered the same fate. Either they were saboteurs extraordinaire or the most unlucky bastards off all time. Even before they showed up at Tyco's doorstep the station had been abuzz with theories about them: who they were, what they were doing and why. For fairly obvious reasons a lot of people were trying to convince themselves that they were secretly OPA operatives because that would mean that the OPA had a plan. Based on her observations of the OPA the last few years, however limited, she didn't think that was the case.

The crew viewed her with suspicion as she entered, Fred Johnson looming over her. Considering what she knew about them she figured it would be fair that they'd be a suspicious lot.

"This is August. She's one of the top medics on the station and more importantly, I trust her. After what you've been through I want to make sure none of you move going to die on me. If there is anything you need during your stay here please let me know," with that Fred Johnson turned on his heel and strode back through the bridge. Leaving August, much to her annoyance, among the strangers who made it clear from their facial expressions that they didn't want any help. The Belter woman spoke first.

"We've all checked with the med-doc it gave us the all clear. And no offense but being trusted by Fred Johnson doesn't count for much in my book."

August chuckled, "That's fair but look I'm not here to try to get in your business, just let me do my job and check your vitals, make sure nothing's off and I'll get out of your hair." The Belter looked like they were going to argue when the man of the hour, James Holden, chimed in, "Can't hurt." The Belter and Holden exchanged loaded looks and then she shrugged and walked back over to a computer.

"Alright well seem like it would make sense to do this in the med bay?..." August said tentatively.

"Follow me" Holden gestured. Once in the med bay August ran her scans on Holden and was surprised when nothing came back. "How the hell did you survive two shipwrecks without a scratch?"

"I got lucky....others weren't so..." while he spoke she noticed the bags under his eyes, they were so dark and hollow he almost looked like a character in a horror movie or something.

"Are you sleeping okay," she asked while casually re-checking the data from the scans.

"What?" After a beat, he added, "As well as I can."

"You've been through a lot. A lot of trauma. I'm no psychiatrist but physical health isn't the only thing you need to take care of. Without your brain, your body's not much good."

She said with a kind smile, which to her surprise he returned.

"I'll keep that in mind," he said before heading out of the med bay and waiving the next person in. The next guy was also definitely an Earther. She flipped through the charts until she found his picture and name. A voice in the back of her head made note of the fact that he was "extremely fucking hot", but she shoved that thought away, she at least wanted to act like a professional even if she didn't always think like one (or act like one off the clock).

"You must be Amos?" she asking while glancing the information up his previous med doc scans.

"Yup," he said in a flat affect as he sat down.

"Says here you broke your leg?" She asked while trying to gauge his reaction. Where the Belter, Naomi, had seemed suspicious, and Holden welcoming, Amos seemed to be totally neutral, unnaturally so.

"Yeah, when we were leaving the Donnager." He said, still emotionless.

"Mind if I check it out?"

"Do what you gotta do," he replied. She knelt down and rolled up his pant leg. She took the med wrap off it, it was Mars tech so it was significantly better than what she had used on the OPA kid earlier today, and it had seemed to get the job done, she hadn't noticed him limping at least.

"What happened?" She asked as she scanned the injury.

"Got shot while getting out of there." His response was like a soldier giving a report on something very routine. Which is wasn't. Any of it. What led up to getting shot. Getting shot and blowing out your leg in an escape, and yet he acted like it was nothing. Holden seemed like he'd been through hell, this guy on the other hand...

"Hm...any pain when you walk," she questioned while checking the bone.

"Would you be able to do anything if there was?" His response caught her off guard, she supposed Fred's endorsement had only made her seem less trustworthy.

"I could try. But you didn't answer my question."

"It's fine," he said after staring at her for a moment. She was checking the scan and surprisingly it looked pretty good.

"Would you tell me if it wasn't?" She raised her eyebrow in question.

"Cap says you're okay so, yeah." His face was expressionless which seemed strange to her, she tried not to dwell on it, like she told Holden, the psyc end of things wasn't her bag.

"Alright well, I guess the Mars med-tech did the trick. My medical advice: stop getting shot at." She gave him a smile but he didn't react, just seemed to asses that she was done, got up and walked out.

It was certainly a weird interaction but she shrugged it off and continued on with her check-ups on the two other crew members of the Rocinante.