Primum non nocere

Bringing Bones back on a multimuse blog. I’d love for y’all to follow me there.  Won’t be deleting this blog for several reasons but yes. Bones is aliveeee and fighty.

Evidently McCoy was NOT seeing the similarities like Trip was. The truth was---Bones and technology did not mesh well. He didn’t trust transporters so he took shuttles when he could even if he was afraid of flying. He felt claustrophobic in the turbo lift and thought for sure one day it would just fall when he was in one. He spent more time smacking the sides of his PADD to get it to work than he spent actually using the damn thing. The doctor rose his brow and held up his hands for emphasis. “I’m gonna to say this one time---Technology---Hates me. I know I’ve got t’steadiest hands on the ship--” He said, waggling his fingers in front of him. “--but are y’sure you want my help?”

“Jim---Y’know I will ALWAYS have your back but---are you sure about this?”

“And I need a vacation with a really old bottle of bourbon but unfortunately we don’t always get what we want.” It wasn’t the most professional of responses but that was just part of the old charm that made McCoy a rather unique doctor. The CMO passed off his PADD to one of his nurses before coming back over to K. “Y’can get back to work when you don’t look like y’got in a fight with the turbo lift--several times. “I’m gonna be honest with ya. Haven’t treated a replicant so I’m gonna need you to tell me if there is anything I need t’know in order to treat’ya?”

“Dammit man, I’m a DOCTOR, not an engineer.”

“Why Mister Spock, that was ALMOST quite indecorous of you.”

“What on EARTH were y’thinking?”

“You’ve got about two minutes to tell me what y’need because as you can see I am really busy.”