004 ¤ [Visual | Location: Sanctuary for All]

[notsawbones.livejournal.com]

Bones had woken up that morning feeling vaguely disorientated. But thankfully for all who knew the surly southern doctor, finally back in the appropriate body for the alternate timeline he hailed from, instead of the wry old man from ’85 with the blue eyes and penchant for confusing Taxon's favourite infant maturing Captain.

McCoy was none the wiser to his elderly, primetime shenanigans until about... oh, I don't know, five minutes ago. The unsettled haze was soon replaced with snatches of different conversations he had shared with people, which became exasperatingly more comprehensible and vivid to recall as the effects of sleep dissipated and left him with a week full of memories crammed fit to burst; but in the wrong head.

A glitch, he deduced with dread as he rubbed the side of his face with a long-suffering groan. It probably explained why he had woken up in a room that should have been unfamiliar to him but wasn't, instead of the familiar biobeds he camped out on in Sickbay in the North of this damn city.

"I need a drink."

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[ location: sanctuary for all ] no, set them to ~fabulous~!

[tiberiuskirk.livejournal.com]

"We have sickbay and the hatches. You can grow me a new liver, asshole. It's the 23rd Century, not the Middle Ages!"

[ location: sanctuary for all ] but this might cause the Star Trek Wars

[notsawbones.livejournal.com]

"You make it sound so easy. I'm a doctor, not a gardener!"

[ location: sanctuary for all ] ...nimoy is going to cut me.

[tiberiuskirk.livejournal.com]

"Oh, you'll learn," and with that same grin he gave Guy Krupki back in that bar on Iowa years ago, lifting a hand to pat Bones' cheek in much the same condescending manner. "I'll get you gardening tools for Christmas."

[ location: sanctuary for all ] What is wrong with me

[notsawbones.livejournal.com]

McCoy had heard second-hand snippets of this infamous encounter with Guy Krupki and his pert, similar intelligent friends, which had somehow led Jim to join Starfleet the following morning and the two meeting on the shuttlecraft. Uhura had made references to it whenever the then-Cadet decided to be shameless with the woman.

He did not appreciate the condescending slap on his cheek or the promise of receiving gardening shaped gifts awaiting him under the tinsel wrapped Captain's chair. In his drink-addled mind, he did the only thing that seemed appropriate as response... and tried to headbut the shorter man.

But coupled with the amount of ale they had both ingested, that was probably a bad idea as he lost his balance quite easily.