The last couple weeks had been a whirlwind. The crew were starting to loosen up in their jobs, and now the injuries began rolling in - little slip-ups, cuts, scrapes, falls, exposure to toxic materials - all the things that made up the day-to-day operations of a starship infirmary ( Read more... )

They'd be leaving soon, leaving the colony that the Vulcans had made their new home world. All in all the month here was one that Bones would never forget, for good and for bad. He and Jim were finishing up packing, getting ready to board the ship in the morning that would take them out into the universe. It was strange how in just a few weeks ( Read more... )

Bones hadn't planned on still being at the computer terminal when Jim got back, but he'd found the quiet comfortable and he was getting through a lot of his mail and messages, the mundane correspondence he tended to let pile up when he wasn't in the office everyday. Settled into the desk with a tumbler of bourbon and a bowl of salted nuts, he read ( Read more... )

Trial wasn't on until the afternoon, and Bones told Jim that he might not make it to the afternoon session. Too much to do at the hospital, trying to get the new supplies, the right equipment. Paperwork, endless paperwork that he'd put off. After Jim left, off to do his own business, Bones walked over to his travel bag and pulled out a small ( Read more... )

Having promised Spock that he was going to make up a batch of good, sweet Southern cornbread for him, Bones sent Jim a comm, letting him know that there would be dinner guests, and not to work too late ( Read more... )