Characters: Leonard McCoy {Star Trek reboot}, Simon Tam {Firefly}
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“Another?”
“Boy, I’ve lost track of how many of the damn things I’ve had til now, Can’t see how another could hurt”
The younger man signaled the barkeep for a refill and turned back to his new companion.
“I’ll assume that as a yes. Wouldn’t be polite for me to join you without offering”
“Polite? Junior, when you’ve seen what I’ve seen polite aint a word you hear all that often. Not that I wont take that Scotch, just an amusing notion”
His gaze fell upon the man before him.
“My aren’t you all fancifully dressed too.”
He continued muttering to himself “Damned rich kids”
The kid held his hand out
“Simon Tam. I’ve heard a lot about you”
The man didn’t even look at the hand, let alone reach for it.
“Oh I’m sure ye have. Cant say I know anything about you other than your family’s clearly set you up for life”
“I’m sorry to disappoint you Dr McCoy but you’ve been misinformed if you think that’s the case. My parents have disinherited me, my sister is…a little unstable. So I would appreciate it if you could not judge the book by its cover. My life cant be called a fairytale by any means.”
McCoy held his glass to his head and felt its contents bounce around in his skull.
“Lucky you aint ever married with that luck.”
Simon looked confused.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothin’ really. I got my own issues to deal with is all. But hey, hit me with it, how can I be of service to the better class of doctor?”
Simon ignored this, he had finally steered the conversation where he wanted it.
“My sister. I need to help her. I need…” He looked distant “…to save her”
McCoy laughed
“Kid, didn’t you say she was ‘unstable’? Your own description if I recall”
He could only nod in reply.
“For God’s sake boy, I aint no psychiatrist. Would you trust a guy like me with anyone elses emotional wellbeing?”
Simon’s answer was to pull an X-Ray out and slap it down on the table in front of McCoy.
“Look at it! Look at that and tell me that’s ‘emotional’.”
McCoy looked at it for a second before meeting the other doctors eyes.
“What kind of butchers have been looking at her?”
Simons gaze hardened
“That’s what I’m trying to find out”
McCoy’s hand stretched out repeating the gesture of friendship Simon had offered only moments earlier.
“Call me Bones. An’ get me another scotch, cant see that any sober or stable mind could figure this one out”
“Boy, I’ve lost track of how many of the damn things I’ve had til now, Can’t see how another could hurt”
The younger man signaled the barkeep for a refill and turned back to his new companion.
“I’ll assume that as a yes. Wouldn’t be polite for me to join you without offering”
“Polite? Junior, when you’ve seen what I’ve seen polite aint a word you hear all that often. Not that I wont take that Scotch, just an amusing notion”
His gaze fell upon the man before him.
“My aren’t you all fancifully dressed too.”
He continued muttering to himself “Damned rich kids”
The kid held his hand out
“Simon Tam. I’ve heard a lot about you”
The man didn’t even look at the hand, let alone reach for it.
“Oh I’m sure ye have. Cant say I know anything about you other than your family’s clearly set you up for life”
“I’m sorry to disappoint you Dr McCoy but you’ve been misinformed if you think that’s the case. My parents have disinherited me, my sister is…a little unstable. So I would appreciate it if you could not judge the book by its cover. My life cant be called a fairytale by any means.”
McCoy held his glass to his head and felt its contents bounce around in his skull.
“Lucky you aint ever married with that luck.”
Simon looked confused.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothin’ really. I got my own issues to deal with is all. But hey, hit me with it, how can I be of service to the better class of doctor?”
Simon ignored this, he had finally steered the conversation where he wanted it.
“My sister. I need to help her. I need…” He looked distant “…to save her”
McCoy laughed
“Kid, didn’t you say she was ‘unstable’? Your own description if I recall”
He could only nod in reply.
“For God’s sake boy, I aint no psychiatrist. Would you trust a guy like me with anyone elses emotional wellbeing?”
Simon’s answer was to pull an X-Ray out and slap it down on the table in front of McCoy.
“Look at it! Look at that and tell me that’s ‘emotional’.”
McCoy looked at it for a second before meeting the other doctors eyes.
“What kind of butchers have been looking at her?”
Simons gaze hardened
“That’s what I’m trying to find out”
McCoy’s hand stretched out repeating the gesture of friendship Simon had offered only moments earlier.
“Call me Bones. An’ get me another scotch, cant see that any sober or stable mind could figure this one out”
