In a consulting room in Starfleet Medical, a dark haired man (well, it was greying at the temples, now) in a wheelchair and an Admiral’s dress uniform, looked up.
Since the virus struck two techs in engineering, the Chief Engineer of Whatsthedamnnamenevermind Station had largely spent his time in the guts of the station, taking the halls even less often than usual, avoiding human contact almost exclusively.
Those who knew him'd barely noticed a change.
Unusually, though, he was out on the floor, striding through the crowd like a moving flagpole-- seven bony, lanky feet of flagpole-- and glaring at anyone who looked like they might cough on him and turn him into some slip of a girl. He came across the tangle, eyebrows furrowing.
"I'd get that sorted out, if I were you," he advised dispassionately.
And now, there was an incredibly tall person peering down at them. Pike got a crick in his neck trying to meet the man's eyes. "Working on it," he said.
Easier said than done, especially since his newly-healed legs were hurting like hell at the moment - probably because of the fall they'd taken.
"This isn't Starfleet Medical, is it."
McCoy glanced sharply at his companion on the floor as he said this. He didn't recognise the uniform, but there was an awful lot of gold braid on his wrist, and a familiar looking emblem on his jacket. "You from Enterprise?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Sir?"
"Used to be," Pike replied. "Former captain." For what little it was worth - Kirk had been in that center seat now far longer than he ever did.
"Oh, goodness, is it Fleet Medical," Wheatfields said, with a smile that showed his teeth. "Not mine, at least. There's something." If it'd been red inquisitor's braid, who knew what would have happened on the promenade.
But it wasn't; so Wheatfields reached down and hauled the younger of the pair up, shaking him to disentangle his limbs as you'd shake a tangle of cable. "On your feet. People have places to be," he said gruffly.
"I'm supposed to be there right now," Pike said. The smile reminded him a little of Nero, and he winced slightly. Even after a few months, the memories of the Nerada were still very much fresh in his mind.
"Where is 'here', anyway?" Didn't look much like any kind of Federation design. If the damn Romulans were pulling another stunt on him...
McCoy let out a yelp as the tall man hauled him to his feet. He noticed the other officer reach for a cane, and, out of habit, pulled out his medical tricorder. "You've had surgery!" he exclaimed, looking down at the display. "Incredibly good surgery," he added, impressed.
Pike rolled his eyes, even as he used the cane to slowly push himself to his feet. "Oh, very clever, Doctor...?"
"McCoy," came the answer. "Leonard McCoy." Bones noticed the man's eyebrows shoot up, almost to his hairline. After working with Spock over the years, he'd gotten used to noticing subtle changes in facial expressions.
Right behind the beaming of one Starfleet officer was the unmistakable flash of light. Where once held empty space now presented the form of a young blonde woman. She glanced around, trying to work out where Torchwood had sent her again when she noticed two men tangled on the floor.
"Oi, you all right there?"
[ooc: Whee here have another arrival. They can figure it out together. *g*
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"No - I like ending up on the floor with strange Starfleet officers," Pike grumbled, trying to extricate himself from the pile. Medical geniuses or not, his legs were starting to hurt again.
As the other officer started to move, McCoy raised his head to look up at the girl - who he could have *sworn* wasn't there a second ago. "Not exactly, miss," he said, glancing around. "I'm guessing this isn't --" and he named a word which sounded like it was made up of an awful lot of vowels.
Re: here, since she's used to dealing with Doctors... :DcomingwithJanuary 13 2010, 11:17:50 UTC
"You know on some planets you'd have to pay extra for that." Her eyes held humor when she said it, holding out her hand to the men if they needed hand up. "Ah, you're both not local then. Don't suppose it is ----" Rose made an attempt to recreate the word but failed miserably. "Looks like a space station." She stated the obvious. "Which wasn't exactly my destination either. Name's Rose by the way."
"Apparently the inhabitants like tongue twisters," McCoy said, amused. "Don't know one end of a hypospray from another, but God, do they like words most normal people can't pronounce." No wonder the Federation hadn't really approached them to join. He shook his head. "Doctor Leonard McCoy."
Pike frowned at this. "You don't look like the Doctor McCoy I know," was all he said.
Taking the offered hand, he allowed the girl to help him to his feet. "Chris Pike," he said. "Thanks for the assist." He smiled at her. "Seems like we're all lost. I was supposed to be at Starfleet Medical. Where were you headed, Rose?"
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Those who knew him'd barely noticed a change.
Unusually, though, he was out on the floor, striding through the crowd like a moving flagpole-- seven bony, lanky feet of flagpole-- and glaring at anyone who looked like they might cough on him and turn him into some slip of a girl. He came across the tangle, eyebrows furrowing.
"I'd get that sorted out, if I were you," he advised dispassionately.
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Easier said than done, especially since his newly-healed legs were hurting like hell at the moment - probably because of the fall they'd taken.
"This isn't Starfleet Medical, is it."
McCoy glanced sharply at his companion on the floor as he said this. He didn't recognise the uniform, but there was an awful lot of gold braid on his wrist, and a familiar looking emblem on his jacket. "You from Enterprise?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Sir?"
"Used to be," Pike replied. "Former captain." For what little it was worth - Kirk had been in that center seat now far longer than he ever did.
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But it wasn't; so Wheatfields reached down and hauled the younger of the pair up, shaking him to disentangle his limbs as you'd shake a tangle of cable. "On your feet. People have places to be," he said gruffly.
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"Where is 'here', anyway?" Didn't look much like any kind of Federation design. If the damn Romulans were pulling another stunt on him...
McCoy let out a yelp as the tall man hauled him to his feet. He noticed the other officer reach for a cane, and, out of habit, pulled out his medical tricorder. "You've had surgery!" he exclaimed, looking down at the display. "Incredibly good surgery," he added, impressed.
Pike rolled his eyes, even as he used the cane to slowly push himself to his feet. "Oh, very clever, Doctor...?"
"McCoy," came the answer. "Leonard McCoy." Bones noticed the man's eyebrows shoot up, almost to his hairline. After working with Spock over the years, he'd gotten used to noticing subtle changes in facial expressions.
"Is there a problem, sir?"
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"Oi, you all right there?"
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As the other officer started to move, McCoy raised his head to look up at the girl - who he could have *sworn* wasn't there a second ago. "Not exactly, miss," he said, glancing around. "I'm guessing this isn't --" and he named a word which sounded like it was made up of an awful lot of vowels.
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Pike frowned at this. "You don't look like the Doctor McCoy I know," was all he said.
Taking the offered hand, he allowed the girl to help him to his feet. "Chris Pike," he said. "Thanks for the assist." He smiled at her. "Seems like we're all lost. I was supposed to be at Starfleet Medical. Where were you headed, Rose?"
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