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[hyposprayed]

Who: Nero and McCoy
When: nine tonight
Where: The infirmary, where else
What: McCoy needs to learn more about Romulan biology (not like that you fiends) and there just happens to be a Romulan on board.
Warnings: Probably blatant and unabashed space racism. That's how Star Trek rolls son

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[omnicidalmaniac]

Nero, for his part, had absolutely no idea what to expect--why exactly McCoy wanted to see him was anyone's guess. He himself still hadn't sorted out just what that flood had done to him, and probably wasn't going to be able to for quite some time; the fact that he'd swapped Wardens hadn't helped, either. He'd never directly faced McCoy in his ordinary form before meeting him as his mirror self, which was just going to make this even more surreal. If that were even possible.

He'd never actually been to the infirmary, and had to check one of the maps to figure out where it even was. It was certainly nothing like the sickbay on the Narada, and out of sheer habit he checked the corners for potential attackers as soon as he'd walked in--hey, he was a Romulan. That wasn't paranoia, that was a survival skill.

[hyposprayed]

When he caught sight of Nero McCoy's jaw clenched slightly but he pushed himself from where he had been leaning back against the wall. At first glance he could see the many similarities with Vulcan anatomy, probably why T'Pol had managed to evade notice if she really were half Romulan.

"Nero." He didn't really like using the name, it felt a damned bit too familiar. Even if Nero had helped him during that flood, he was a different man then and McCoy wasn't so idealistic to think otherwise.

"Here's the deal, I want to do some scans. I'm not going to tell you why but I can say they don't have a damned thing to do with you. At worst we both waste some of our time, at best you get your health checked and I get to do my job." He explained, keeping his arms crossed as he watched Nero.

[omnicidalmaniac]

Nero's reaction was little less extreme, simply because the sheer dissonance of seeing McCoy like this as opposed to like the Nero he'd been during the flood was...vast. Very, very vast. Just one more thing about that bizarre time he still couldn't reconcile.

McCoy was right about the similarities in anatomy, too; he himself wouldn't have known T'Pol was half Romulan if she hadn't effectively tried to mind-rape him. He'd promised her he'd say nothing of that to anyone, however, and even as this Nero he was hardly about to go back on his word. He wondered if she wasn't part of the reason the doctor wanted these scans, but it wasn't exactly something he could ask even if he'd thought there was a chance in any of the seven hells McCoy would actually answer.

"Very well," he said, guarded as ever but also intensely curious. Curiosity was not normally a trait highly prized in Romulans, but he was already dead--he could be curious if he damn well wanted to. "What is it you would have me do, exactly?"

[hyposprayed]

McCoy eyed him for a moment, openly distrusting before he nodded to one of the beds. "Lie down and I'll set the scanner up." He said after a beat, walking over to one of the low counters the device was lying on and holding it up for Nero's benefit. "It'll take some superficial scans, doesn't even have to touch you."

There were a few things he wanted to ask but he kept his mouth shut. Maybe after this, but at the moment all that mattered was getting the information he needed to put all this to rest.