Today, a miracle occurred. He called the captain in for his quarterly physical check... and the man came. He'd dragged the captain in by his hair the last two times, by threat of reporting to Starfleet Medical and Lord knows who else that the captain of the USS Enterprise would not submit to the checks required of all officers of the line ( Read more... )

It is a day that calls for overcast clouds - his sickbay has been packed full of ensigns all day long after a training drill went horribly wrong. No one died, no one was even permanently mauled, but by the end of the shift, his patients were practically running away from him. So after Alpha shift ended and he ensured that the ensigns that needed ( Read more... )

McCoy has fallen into a rhythm in the bar - waking up late (for him), coming down eventually to see if anything particularly interesting is going on, pick up something for lunch, trade in a stack of videos for a brand new stack of videos, and go back upstairs ( Read more... )

With the members of the away team back up to full health, and his own 'miraculous' recovery put down to the stronger dose of the medication, life on board ship settles into a familiar routine. During the day he deals with the minor injuries that crop up, works on his experiments, talks to the crewmembers who have problems dealing with shipboard ( Read more... )

McCoy is awake, standing at the bay window, watching the sun rise over the mountains, a steaming mug of coffee in his hands ( Read more... )

He doesn't even have time to complain about the blatant cheating before exhaustion drags him under. And he stays there for hours, longer than a simple nap ( Read more... )

San Francisco hasn't seemed to change much since he last saw it. He finds himself strolling along the ancient Golden Gate Bridge, still an engineering marvel centuries after it was made. A breeze is up, bringing the wild salty smell of the ocean into the bay and pushing the morning's fog away, but it isn't loud enough to muffle the sound of ( Read more... )

The lights of their apartment come up in the way he is used to lights coming on the way he is used to lights coming on - smoothing increasing from dark to light with barely a hitch inbetween. The apartment is the same as before - a naturally quirky Victorian that's slightly stark thanks to the driven surgeon who had made this his home once upon a ( Read more... )

Now, to be very strict about it, he wasn't called to the bridge. Actually, no one paged him at all, which he found a crying shame. The last time they approached a planet and he hadn't been on the bridge, the Captain had gotten himself duplicated again ( Read more... )

It's late afternoon and warm up in the hayloft, the sounds of the animals below muffled to almost indistinction, dust-motes dancing in the ambient light ( Read more... )