> if everyone shared and swallowed their pride [ prime mccoy | open ]
[ The first thing McCoy did when when that "Mandatory Rest Day" was lifted was make sure that Northern Sickbay was in tip-top shape. Being the Commander had it's perks and it's downfalls, of course. He felt like he was babysitting himself at times (which was as weird as it sounded). Once he was content with how it was arranged, he gave the orders to Holly that the Lieutenant Commanders (.50 and the version he had yet met, .58) were in charge of Northern Sickbay again. Damn kids could find him if needed.
So he turned himself to the Promenade Bar to think things through. He didn't take part of the party (thankfully Holly was understanding to his nature). There was a Spock from his time, just much older. Two younger versions of Jim, a female Jim, and three Spocks. My God, it was a genetic zoo. Apparently his two younger alternates had their hands full.
It must have been his damn destiny to babysit James T. Kirk.
None the less he sat in a private booth at the bar with his lunch and prepared for a moment of peace. Though he expected someone would come and nag him. ]
So he turned himself to the Promenade Bar to think things through. He didn't take part of the party (thankfully Holly was understanding to his nature). There was a Spock from his time, just much older. Two younger versions of Jim, a female Jim, and three Spocks. My God, it was a genetic zoo. Apparently his two younger alternates had their hands full.
It must have been his damn destiny to babysit James T. Kirk.
None the less he sat in a private booth at the bar with his lunch and prepared for a moment of peace. Though he expected someone would come and nag him. ]