It was early morning when Bones heard the music coming from the pockets of his pants. Had he any experience in twentieth century movie scores he would have recognized it as the Indiana Jones march, but as it was, all he wanted to do was make it stop and go back to sleep, curled warm between two men.
But the words on the screen stopped him cold. Shit, he thought, wondering what this poor woman must be thinking. But he'd told Karl that he'd try and assure her that her husband's body was being taken care of, and that was what he was going to do, dammit.
Hello. I have Karls telephone. I hope he told you what happned. It in San Diego with me. I wll take care of it until he get back to this time.
A few seconds later, he picked up the phone again and added-
My name is Leonard. Sorry to inconvenience you like this.
Natalie's blood ran cold at the first few words. That was something you never wanted to see when you tried to reach a loved one -- but she read on. It matched the story in the e-mail. 'Back to this time'... a second after she'd finished reading it, her phone signalled a new incoming text.
Leonard. McCoy? Fictional Leonard McCoy, flying around in the starship Enterprise? That was -- it could be anyone. Anyone could have Karl's phone and his laptop, maybe he'd forgotten to log out of his e-mail and somebody with a sick sense of humour had gotten into it.
That was it. She was phoning. She redialled and let it ring, steeling herself for whatever might happen next.
Just as soon as Bones scooted back in bed, the phone rang again. Climbing out again, Bones picked it up and headed into the other room, where he stared at it for a moment, looking blankly until he found the ubiquitous green button, hoping it meant the same in 2010 that it did in 2259.
Pressing it, he lifted the phone to his ear. "Hello?"
Oh, God. It was Karl's voice. Natalie leaned back and pressed one hand to her eyes. "All right. Okay. Tell me this some practical joke. Please. You're not Leonard McCoy."
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But the words on the screen stopped him cold. Shit, he thought, wondering what this poor woman must be thinking. But he'd told Karl that he'd try and assure her that her husband's body was being taken care of, and that was what he was going to do, dammit.
Hello. I have Karls telephone. I hope he told you what happned. It in San Diego with me. I wll take care of it until he get back to this time.
A few seconds later, he picked up the phone again and added-
My name is Leonard. Sorry to inconvenience you like this.
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Leonard. McCoy? Fictional Leonard McCoy, flying around in the starship Enterprise? That was -- it could be anyone. Anyone could have Karl's phone and his laptop, maybe he'd forgotten to log out of his e-mail and somebody with a sick sense of humour had gotten into it.
That was it. She was phoning. She redialled and let it ring, steeling herself for whatever might happen next.
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Pressing it, he lifted the phone to his ear. "Hello?"
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