[For Scotty]

[leftwithmybones]

McCoy's lived his life with the belief that all people are innately stupid and will disappoint you in the end. It's why he hasn't exactly held much hope in having his hut completed, but he'll be damned because it's all there. Extra rooms, climate control, and that beautiful still that actually promises that his little vacation away from Starfleet might be a good time after all. He's even run a first go through the still and has tampered it down from everclear to something that wouldn't have his ancestors proud at their boy for creating.

He's offering a glass to Scotty while marvelling at the good work done, shaking his head. "Don't take offense," he starts bluntly, "but I wasn't expecting you to be able to do the carpentry, let alone the rest."

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"I don't need help," Scotty muttered, arms folded, much in the manner of a sulking child. He certainly didn't need to have McCoy patronise him about it, thank you very much.

"As for Starfleet, I was mostly in it for the machinery, but, y'know, there's plenty of opportunities for us both to do what we do best here, too. We've just got to get used to having different tools to work with." He grinned. "Give me enough time and I could probably fix you up with a decent scanner, as long as ye don't mind it being made outta bamboo."

[leftwithmybones]

"Oh, well," McCoy says, making those two words draw out as he smirks and raises a brow at Scotty. "In the event that you do need help, my door is open. I mean, you helped build it, I'd hope it would be." He takes a long drink from his cup, hardly anything near a 'sip', and tries to think of opportunities. "I've got my tricorder and my datapadd, but I'm lacking cases. I'm not a science officer, goddammit, I'm a doctor."

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"Oh, that again," Scotty said, rolling his eyes. "I keep telling ye, be glad for the holiday. I'm sure any day now we'll have a nice outbreak of dysentery or scarlet fever for ye to get your teeth into."

To be honest, he did sympathise with McCoy a little - he missed the Enterprise so much it hurt, and although he had plenty of engineering projects to keep him busy, it really wasn't the same at all. And McCoy didn't even have a substitute. Unless...

"Maybe ye could take up cosmetic surgery. Or dentistry. I bet there's a demand for that, even if everyone's horribly healthy otherwise."

[leftwithmybones]

"I've checked the records, Scotty, we're not getting anything like that," McCoy says and wishes that he didn't sound so disappointed by a populace's good health. It just leaves him useless because there's already more than enough doctors. "And I don't exactly have the skills for cosmetic surgery. People look right the way they were born, damn it."

The one thing he could do, the one place his skills might be helpful are twofold: he doubts there's much of a vaccination program and he also thinks the psychiatry department is a little short-staffed. It's been ages since he worked in either department, but they used to call him a boy-genius back before his father's condition crushed down doors for his future. He could still remember, he supposes.