[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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[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.