For the first time ever, Dr. Leonard McCoy is late for his duty shift. It's only a matter of a few minutes, mind, but seeing as he usually makes a point to be early and already working when the shift changes over, a few minutes is enough to be worth noting. Especially since it doesn't appear he's even shaved ( Read more... )

Bones is in a bit of a mood. You can tell this by the way he just snapped at Nurse Chapel, threw a datapad, and threatened a patient with a scalpel.

A warning for Enterprise senior staff: this is what happens when you take away a man's easy access to real alcohol (read: not synthahol) and then ignore procedure and wander off alone into unexplored ( Read more... )

Bones wonders, for possibly the millionth time in the past four years, why the hell he continues to let Jim Kirk talk him into things. Ridiculous, potentially dangerous, certain-to-be-embarrassing things. In his defense, he's not the only one. Sulu is along for the ride, although then again, he was insane enough to volunteer to fling himself from a ( Read more... )

Bones is enjoying some rare moments of relaxation, away from the bustle of nurses and patients, away from emergencies and alarms, alone in his quarters. He has a glass of whiskey from his carefully guarded stash, his feet propped on a table, and aside from the ever-present ambient sounds of the ship the room is silent ( Read more... )