It's one of those days.
When Leonard McCoy lands flat on his ass on a grassy little hill, the first thing he does is snort, then he shakes his head, and then he rolls his eyes.
"Damn it, Jim," he huffs, getting to his feet.
The captain had insisted McCoy join the away team investigating the boring pink-coated planet. McCoy had vehemently refused at first; the boring planets ( Read more... )
"Damn it, Jim," he huffs, getting to his feet.
The captain had insisted McCoy join the away team investigating the boring pink-coated planet. McCoy had vehemently refused at first; the boring planets ( Read more... )
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He's holding a bent can of pears for reasons he truly cannot explain. The pears were right there and he knew right where to find them, and that's really all he knows for certain. He hates pears.
When he sees a man fall down onto the grassy hill, his interest is piqued and he hands the can to someone walking in the opposite direction. They watch him with a confused look as he strides over to McCoy.
"Hello there!" He's trying to restrain his curiosity somewhat, but he's finding it very difficult. "You're in Chicago. Weren't there a moment ago, yes?" He takes out entirely useless glasses and peers through them. "I'm the Doctor."
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"Chicago?" he repeats. So apparently he is on Earth. "A moment ago I was on a pink planet with no higher life forms in the Delta quadrant. And then I fell through some sort of... portal?"
He scoffs and shakes his head.
"More time travel. Because we haven't dealt with enough of that shit.
McCoy blinks, though, when the man introduces himself.
"The Doctor?" he asks, and there's a sliver of contempt in his voice. He continues gruffly, "I'm Dr. Leonard McCoy. And you're doctor... who?"
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"A rift in time and space, actually, but yes. 2010, Earth, Chicago."
He might perk up just a bit at the mention of more time travel, as it's not entirely common to meet a fellow time-traveler. It's common enough that it's happened before, but still rather infrequent.
"Pleasure to meet you, Dr. Leonard McCoy, despite the circumstances." He shoves his hands in his pockets and rocks back on his heels. The contempt is noted and met with an oddly cheery nod. "It's just the Doctor."
The rocking slows, stills, and his brows draw together in a frown. "There's no way to go back. I'm sorry." No way that's been found, of course. The Doctor has yet to truly accept the permanence of this situation.
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"Pleasure to meet you too," McCoy replies, Southern charm in place despite the panic faintly gathering in his chest. He crosses his arms at raises an eyebrow and this man. The Doctor. What the hell is that about?
"What've you got a PHD in?" McCoy asks. Yes, he's going to be an asshole about this.
At the Doctor's last statement, though, McCoy's own brow furrows and a frown crosses his face, and he gestures a bit wildly with one hand when he speaks.
"No way? What about with the assistance of an outside source? If they're able to get a lock on my location -"
Futuristic technobabble. Probably not a good idea. But still.
"There's no way?"
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