It's called the City. No one's quite figured out what it is yet, but theories are in favor of a nexus of some sort where people from parallel universes just sort of show up.
[What the hell did Jim do this time? Nexus? Parallel universes? Haven't we done this song and dance?]
Son, that's the biggest load of malarky I've heard today, and I've heard some grade-A malarky. Sad thing is, I don't have a reason to think you're not telling the truth.
Where? I'm by a carousel that'd look right at home in an Orion brothel and being swarmed by medical accidents waiting to happen. I'll approve of any bar about now.
This whole place is a medical accident waiting to happen. About a month back everyone had to kiss each other against their will. Thought an outbreak was going to start, and all their medical equipment is from two hundred years in the past. It's like trying to do surgery with a rock and a stick.
I'll come and get you. Hopefully the cleaner bars won't be too crowded. The Blue Light should be okay, provided you don't mind jazz.
[ He's getting closer. There are no science blues today, but once he gets close enough, the original McCoy may recognize the ring on his hand if nothing else. ]
[There's some indistinct grumbling about the dark ages. Fill in the blanks.
McCoy looks like a man who has done a good deal of grumbling just lately, wiry arms crossed, mentally diagnosing everyone who passes by. That changes, however, when he sees his younger counterpart.
Who, in person, looks a hell of a lot like he did when he was younger. And is that ring...?]
Son, you're the spittin' image of someone you can't possibly be unless we're in bigger trouble than I thought
Scotty still insisting he can get the damn things to make miracles? I was half convinced that was what landed me here, despite the fact that I was on the bridge.
[ He's had help, not that he'll admit it. ]
Bourbon we can do. No luck on the Saurian brandy or the Romulan ale yet. Haven't even tried looking for blood wine.
He'll go to his grave thinking those deathtraps are the greatest thing since warp drive. [This is said with some fondness. Scotty keeps the ship from killing them and McCoy appreciates that.]
Just as well. You know what goes with blood wine? Klingons.
I don't doubt that. You know what his reaction was when he showed up and watched Spock try an' strangle Jim? That he likes the ship because it's exciting.
[ Despite the fact that this McCoy may not know about that... well, it's a bit like talking to himself. Easy enough to grumble. ]
More worried about time-traveling Romulans, if we're bein' honest.
Good for Jim. He wouldn't believe me--not that he ever does--but I think Spock could do with more displays of emotion. Get in touch with that human side of his that Jim keeps saying exists.
Sounds like the kind of story you don't want to talk about and I don't want to hear.
You sure we're talking about the same half-Vulcan here? I do my damnedest to provoke that green-blooded devil and the most I get is an eyebrow, mostly.
No? Hell, I wasn't with Starfleet when I was your age; I don't know why anything's surprising me.
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It's called the City. No one's quite figured out what it is yet, but theories are in favor of a nexus of some sort where people from parallel universes just sort of show up.
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Son, that's the biggest load of malarky I've heard today, and I've heard some grade-A malarky. Sad thing is, I don't have a reason to think you're not telling the truth.
[Oh well. Might as well be civil.]
Name's Leonard McCoy. Star Fleet medical doctor.
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Believe me, I wish I were--
[ . . . b u l l s h i t
Only just like his original universe self, he's got no reason to think he's not telling the truth. ]
I should've known. As soon as Jim went off about Spock's future self, as soon as I ended up here, I should have goddamn known.
You're going to want a drink.
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[Wait. What in the name of...]
You know Jim and that hobgoblin?
Soon as I get some half-decent whiskey in me, son, you've got some explaining to do.
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[ Well, not really. But it's easier to say that than to let on how much this is freaking him out. ]
Where are you? I've got a list of every bar in the city and a stash of my own. Think you'll approve.
[ They should have similar tastes, after all. ]
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Where? I'm by a carousel that'd look right at home in an Orion brothel and being swarmed by medical accidents waiting to happen. I'll approve of any bar about now.
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I'll come and get you. Hopefully the cleaner bars won't be too crowded. The Blue Light should be okay, provided you don't mind jazz.
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[He will need more than one drink. He'll be damned if he's going to press for answers cold sober.]
I suspect jazz'll be one of the things I mind least.
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[ He's getting closer. There are no science blues today, but once he gets close enough, the original McCoy may recognize the ring on his hand if nothing else. ]
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McCoy looks like a man who has done a good deal of grumbling just lately, wiry arms crossed, mentally diagnosing everyone who passes by. That changes, however, when he sees his younger counterpart.
Who, in person, looks a hell of a lot like he did when he was younger. And is that ring...?]
Son, you're the spittin' image of someone you can't possibly be unless we're in bigger trouble than I thought
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[ He offers a hand, though. ]
Leonard McCoy. Of an alternate reality, or so Spock figured out.
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[He shakes his hand, which, if he thinks about it, is a very strange thing to do, polite or not.]
Now, this Spock... did he have facial hair, by any chance?
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No, no facial hair -- him or the older one.
[ Pause. ]
Why?
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Give it a few years and you'll find out.
[At least this isn't a mirror universe. That's something to be--well, not thankful for, but less surly about.]
So, about that drink...
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[ Which is definitely something to be surly about.
There's a nod, and he starts walking. ]
They won't have too much from anywhere that's not Earth, but we might get lucky.
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[He follows. McCoy has great faith in himself to find a good place to drink.]
I'd drink anything right about now--Saurian brandy, blood wine, Romulan ale, burbon. Hell, I'd give vodka a chance.
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[ He's had help, not that he'll admit it. ]
Bourbon we can do. No luck on the Saurian brandy or the Romulan ale yet. Haven't even tried looking for blood wine.
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Just as well. You know what goes with blood wine? Klingons.
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[ Despite the fact that this McCoy may not know about that... well, it's a bit like talking to himself. Easy enough to grumble. ]
More worried about time-traveling Romulans, if we're bein' honest.
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[He would be surprised if this wasn't so ridiculous.]
Yeah? I'd take a Romulan over a Klingon any day.
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[ Sigh. ]
It's a long story.
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Sounds like the kind of story you don't want to talk about and I don't want to hear.
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[ A long while. ]
'course, I haven't worked with him long.
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No? Hell, I wasn't with Starfleet when I was your age; I don't know why anything's surprising me.
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