Reader Type: Base Worker!Reader

Relationship Type: Platonic

Warnings: Swearing.

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'Shit.' You cursed. 'I'm far to many light years away from earth, and I don't have my medication.'

'Here! I can help with that!' Someone called out, as they passed you. 'Catch!'

Surprised you looked up and, just in time, caught the small white container that had been thrown.

'Thanks!' You said, looking around for them. Your gaze landed on a tall man with black hair who was wearing the uniform of a base doctor. There was a small Scottish flag stitched to his right-hand shoulder.

'Oh, don't mention it.' He replied, awkwardly. 'I'm just doing my job.'

'(Y/N) (L/N),' You said, offering a hand for him to shake. 'And you are?'

'Dr. Carson Beckett. It's very nice to meet you.'

[A/N]

This is very short, but I couldn't not write something for Beckett?

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