3rd Doctor's Log - Sweet Dreams Aren't Made Of This

[shut_up_dammit]

Leonard wakes up groggy, like he's slept restlessly for far too long. Flashes of his dream fell into his mind as he rolls to his side - just him, space, and a fear tucked under his skin which lingered even after he heard the hum of the Enterprise engines. A dream. That's all it was.

Then his face brushes against the pillow. His eyes shoot open. The second bed doesn't throw him off. Not really. What does throw him off is the fact that his facial hair his sweeping against the fabric of the pillow cover. He didn't have a beard or mustache when he went to sleep. Where the hell did this come from?

Leonard leaps from the bed and rushes to the bathroom to look. Sure enough, facial hair. Not a little bit either. It looks like he hasn't shaved for weeks. How the hell did he...?

He slept much longer than he thought. Or he left the ship. He needs to know.

Leonard rushes from the room and into the hall to find answers from someone, anyone, without bothering to shower, shave, or look presentable in anyway.



[ ooc: Because I jumped the gun, I deleted the last return post and replaced it with this one. This does take place after the Halloween event. ]

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[asklepian]

Julian had just stepped out of his own quarters, on his way to get a bite to eat and some reading done in Ten Forward, when a shaggy looking Doctor McCoy came bursting out of his assigned room--that he'd been missing some for quite some time, which was somewhat concerning. But when Q was involved, things were ever unpredictable.

"Doctor McCoy!"

[shut_up_dammit]

Leonard hardly notices the person before his name is said. He jerks around and glares before realizing that his man - although he had no idea who he was - just said his name. He didn't even hesitate to stalk over.

"What year is it?"

He sounds angry. Like, if he was a dragon he'd be breathing fire angry.

[asklepian]

Julian has faced down Jem'Hadar, Klingon, and Cardassian soldiers alike--and the fury of Leonard McCoy is comparable. But he knows there's very little risk of bodily harm, at the very least. He'd hate to get blood on the carpets, it's always terribly hard to get out.

He holds up his hands disarmingly. He must not remember--it wasn't clear whether he would, given the prompting.

"It's 2366." And as an afterthought: "You're on the Enterprise-D, under Captain Picard. Do you remember?"

[shut_up_dammit]

2366. Enterprise-D. Captain Picard. Great, that was all lining up fine. Well, not fine, but to what he remembered. Still didn't explain the facial hair and the weird time lapse that must have happened.

"Yeah, now you know me, but I don't know you? What the hell do you know about me?"

[asklepian]

"Ah, so you do remember. Mostly." Julian smiles, they had met briefly, but hadn't gotten to know each other well at all.

"I'm Doctor Julian Bashir, Chief Medical Officer of Deep Space 9. In about 8 years, anyway. I'm from 2374. We met here, so if your memory's a bit spotty, well, it's not surprising you don't know me."

Q must have made him sleep, like he did to Julian once. He hadn't had any accompanying memory loss, though.

"I just know you're the Enterprise's CMO, so not all that much really." Not mentioning that he attended some of your lectures at Starfleet Medical while he was in school.

[shut_up_dammit]

Julian Bashir. Didn't sound familiar. But he didn't seem the lying type, so he'd take his word for it. Leonard watched him for a moment before he sighed.

"Alright, then do you have any idea how long I've been asleep? I didn't go to bed with this damn facial hair."

[asklepian]

"I haven't seen you for six weeks or so, presumably it's been that long, or perhaps a little shorter. Which begs more than a few questions. We should probably go to Sickbay to make sure there's no lingering effects."

Humans couldn't last anywhere near that long without food and water, he should be far worse for wear than looking like he just walked out of the Great White North.

[didnotwant]

Now normally someone like Leonard would be like catnip to the ladies however, he really needs a decent shave. Also probably a nice long shower. Marion normally wouldn't care so much but she has a bit of a headache going on and any extra stimulus is not going to make her a happy camper.

"Woah!" She has to jump out of the way pretty much. Bones nearly ran into her. She frowns up at him given the fact she is on the short side.

"Watch it, buddy. I'd rather not get run over. Not the way I want to start my day."

[shut_up_dammit]

Leonard's not in the mood for any of that shit. But he needs answers and running over her or not, he's going to ask her for them. He glares at her, his mood just as bad if not worse than hers.

"Where the hell are we?"

See that? That catnip's dead.

[didnotwant]

Not only is it dead but Leonard just set it on fire. Marion can feel the beginnings of a stress headache blooming just behind one of her eyes on top of the one already throbbing somewhere in the back of her head.

Marion bites back the snappy retort that they're somewhere on deck seven. "Star ship. Somewhere in the Federation. USS Enterprise."

[whereishe]

Yuna was making her way down the hallway when she spots the scruffy looking man rushing towards her. She stared at him curiously as he got closer. "Are you alright?"

He didn't look alright but then again she never knew with the people that she met here. Her head tilted curiously to the side as she laced her fingers behind her back.

[shut_up_dammit]

A person. He didn't know her, but like hell was he going to let that stop him. He rushed up and stopped before he ran into her.

"Where are we?"

It's a simple enough question, but he sounds almost panicked.

[whereishe]

She wasn't sure if he was going to stop so she braced for impact. Yuna wasn't sure what was wrong.

"A spaceship. I think its called the Enterprise?" Possibly? She wasn't really sure but he seemed so panicked that she wanted to say something.