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WHO: Yuuri Katsuki & Leonard McCoy
WHERE: Med Bay
WHEN: 1/8
WHAT: Friendship! And hopefully picking up new skill sets conducive to surviving in space
WARNINGS: None yet

The location of the med bay had stuck with him since his arrival, accompanied by memories of the swift, impersonal examination and blood tests that had followed decompression. As an athlete, Yuuri dislikes being at the doctor's office on principle; it means sickness that could take precious time out of his training, or even injuries that spell the end of a career. Yuuri tries not to keep any of those things in mind as he retraces his steps to this part of the ship.

Everything is as he remembers from his last trip here, from the brisk pace of the workers, to the shelves of medication. There's a face he doesn't remember, though. The man standing just in front of him seems more interested in studying the medication on display than getting assistance from one of the workers... but Yuuri's manners won't let him jump past without checking first.

"Excuse me," Yuuri says, when the man just happens to look his way. "Are you waiting for someone to help you?"

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He didn't feel right here. He felt like someone ripped him up by the roots and decided a ground based plant should take a shine to being an aerial root. It just didn't make any damn sense. Which was part of why he went back to the Eluvio to just... see it. Maybe he would like it more.

So far, not so much.

The Enterprise felt wrong without the crew and the only time it felt like home was when Jim was around. So why not look at the rest of his new civilization. It should be no surprise to him that his feet took him here. To something that should look familiar to him. 'Cept, it didn't. It looked more like something off of a space horror film, and maybe that was just him being sensitive about waking up there having no clue what was goin' on.

Arms crossed over his chest, he started to take inventory of the place. Point out things he knew, things he didn't. Try to establish some sort of purpose. It was easier to do that than look at the people that strangely didn't make him think... people.

The voice got him to turn, his head inclined just slightly as he regarded someone that, well look at that, looked like he had a spark a life to 'im. "I don't need these zombies to help me do what I already know how to do. Just seein' what technology they have. Where I am not so fond of these people, I know better than to turn my nose up at medical advances. Is something wrong?" On habit, he ran an evaluating eye over this person, gauging age and health while trying to decide if he was out of line if he pulled out his tricorder.

Being looked at so carefully made Yuuri fidget, though there was something rather clinical about the way the man did it. It started making a lot more sense once Yuuri actually processed what he'd said. "Oh," he said, with dawning understanding. "You're a doctor." It was no wonder he came to look at the technology available in the med bay, if that was the case.

"No, there's nothing wrong!" Yuuri was quick to reassure him, hands lifted in front of him like he was warding off any potential concern. "I came here to see if they were giving classes on first aid. Something at a beginner's level."

"That's right." The southern drawl to his accent slowed the words as though he was considering the other for a moment. Finally he shrugged a shoulder just a little bit before dropping his arms to straighten up. May as well be polite. "McCoy, Dr. Leonard McCoy." He offered his head in greeting, not so sure this was something one did in greeting for wherever the kid was from, but he hoped it wasn't rude regardless.

"You came to learn first aid from a bunch of zombies, huh?" Leonard's brow furrowed at that, his nose scrunching just a bit. "Bet that would be amusin' to watch." Pressing his lips together, he finally glanced back at the room. "If you wanna learn somethin' like that, I can probably help more. Their tech isn't bad, but the Enterprise is better. I also know my stuff from archaic practices on up." He had plenty of acronyms attached to the end of his name to prove it. Waste of space or bother to note it, but they were there. "And aside from their.. 'job' they gave me, I got time." Time and nothing to do. Maybe he could use it as an excuse to run at least some of the damn zombies out of his own medical bay.

"I didn't know who else to ask," Yuuri admitted with a helpless sort of shrug. "I just got here a week ago and I'm still learning my way around the ship."

But, it seemed that he didn't have to even continue looking anymore. Yuuri blinked, clearly taken aback by the offer. Then, a disbelieving, brighter smile tugged at his lips. "Really? You wouldn't mind?" After both Cassian and Viktor had warned him about the older crew members, Yuuri knew he would feel much more comfortable learning anything from one of the newer arrivals.

Suddenly, he tilted his head, puzzled. "The Enterprise... that sounds kind of familiar."

Arching a brow slowly, McCoy angled his head a bit at that uncertainty. Granted, he knew for a fact his own gruff exterior made him sometimes unapproachable. "Wasn't all that long ago I got here. Just yesterday actually. I figured I'd walk around. Clear my head. Look at somethin' I know."

Pausing, he glanced back at the room before once more at the other man. "Got a name, kid? Or do I need to make somethin' up?" A vague curl pulled at the corner of his lips. "Otherwise it's gonna be mighty strange tryin' to teach you things."

He knew this place had people from everywhere and every 'when' so to speak. So he may as well clear that up. "Jim got here with the Enterprise before I did. So I assume you might've heard the name. From a planet called Earth. I'm the Chief Medical Officer of the Enterprise. Sure you might've hear Jim broadcastin' all that nonsense to any that would listen. No point in me goin' on about it."

"Kid?" This time, Yuuri was the one who arched a brow. Then again, he'd been told there was something about his face--and possibly the large glasses he favored--that made him look younger than he actually was. "It's Yuuri. Yuuri Katsuki. What about you?"

And oh, that certainly explained things. With a sudden rush of understanding, the details fell into place for him.

"Right, Jim's ship." The impression he'd gotten of the captain was a good one, judging by the slight smile on his face. "He said he'd let me have a look around once he had time to get settled."

Angling his head a little, he quickly took in the other's features and came up with nothing more than lower twenties if he even made it out of his teens. Granted, some people just aged slower. Guy just got lucky, more than likely. The name instantly made him think of Sulu, the origin being Japanese, or seemed like. "Yuuri. Nice to meet ya. I'm Dr. Leonard McCoy."

Part of him wanted to roll his eyes at the reaction to the name Jim. But then, his best friend had a knack of makin' everyone feel welcomed. "Yeah. Jim's ship. He'd date her if she were sentient." That time he did roll his eyes.

Glancing back at him, he smiled just barely, his eyes easing up on a lot of their tension before. "Did he now? Well then, makes it easier to take you over and use my Med Bay to teach you. Cause I don't see them being too kindly to people interfering in their operations. If their lack of willingness to talk is anything to go by."

Yuuri outright grinned this time. Jim had seemed awfully attached to his ship, though Yuuri could hardly blame him if he spent so much time traveling in it. "Good thing it sounds like they're rarely separated, then."

The smile faltered again when he looked back at the employees again, looking at them more critically now that the doctor's pointed it out. It was difficult not to grimace when the receptionist gave him a surly look. "Yes? Do you need something looked at or not?" she asked him curtly, making the decision an easy one.

Yuuri shook his head, backing up until he was standing beside McCoy. "I-I'm fine." A soft sigh escaped him when she turned back to her paperwork right away, clearly dismissing him. "Maybe we should go," Yuuri said to McCoy after an awkward pause. He didn't really want to linger here if they were just going to get unfriendly looks from her the whole time.

"You'd be surprised." His voice got quieter there. Lower and thoughtful as he lowered his eyes to the floor. The different images flashed in his head as pieces of the Enterprise fell down to Altamid and thinking just how much that had to kill Jim. Then wondering if Jim was even still alive. A thought that moved him backward still to when they were crashing to earth because of Khan, and the fact Jim didn't survive that one.

The thoughts made him stop. He missed the exchange with the medical bay worker, and when Yuuri finally spoke to him again, he seemed to straighten sharply and blink out of those thoughts. He needed to get past all that. He knew it. Didn't make it none the easier. Breathing in slowly, he tipped his head in one direction for the other man to follow.

"Damn place looks more like a lab than a sick bay anyway." He commented quietly, his eyes straight ahead as he walked away from that infernal place. And really, he needed to take that chance to not think about the past anyway, so he moved them back to the topic of before. "Were you just hopin' to learn first aid or more than that?"

Yuuri was all too happy to follow McCoy and leave the med bay behind. "It wouldn't be so bad if some of the employees there were friendlier," he sighed as he walked alongside the doctor, keeping up with his strides. "Or maybe I just don't like the place--they do draw all these samples right after you get here."

Either way, it looked like he didn't have to force himself to go to the med bay, now that he had a better option for those lessons he had been after. Yuuri barely hesitated before he answered. "Just the first aid for now." His gaze stayed firmly trained on the hallway before them. "I don't have any experience, and I'd rather not try to jump ahead and learn something the wrong way."

He figured learning anything was like with ballet and skating; you had to start with the basic building blocks before you got to the more complicated stuff later on.

"Maybe that would help, but there is just something unwelcomin' about that place. Aside from the fact they treated without consent and won't tell me a damn thing about what they did to us." He snorted softly in irritation. As a doctor, he had a right to inquire on the hows and whys of his arrival. Instead he was rerouted and pushed toward the orientation and well... no answers were given.

"Wise." He nodded slowly at that and angled his head. "Take it you've never had a typical first aid class, right? Nothin' to start on?" Leonard never really taught basics before, but he didn't mind trying. He actually wasn't a terrible teacher unless you set his grouchiness off like a certain blonde Starfleet Captain.

"I'm sure I can dig up some videos and holograms as well for you to look over to supplement anything I tell ya. And also pretty certain at some point Jim'll get hurt and you can use him for a guinea pig." Oh, he adored the man. But he knew damn well the younger was gonna get hurt at some point.

Yuuri shook his head. "Didn't think I needed to back home. I'm an athelete--they usually have medics on standby at the rink in case anyone gets injured during practice."

The more McCoy talked about plans, the more at ease Yuuri felt about learning from him. He nodded along, curiosity in his eyes. The doctor had been gruff at first, making Yuuri initially wary, but he was already starting to see glimpses of the kind person he actually was. No one would offer to teach a complete beginner like this unless he cared.

Yuuri grinned, shaking his head at that jab at Jim. "We should ask him if he's okay with that first. Does Jim really get into trouble that often?"

"Athlete?" He gave that clinical look one more time in curiosity trying to place what sport his physiology would put him in. "What sport? If ya don't mind me askin'." He played basketball back in grade school, but that was about it really. Other than horse riding back at the farm.

Arching a brow at the question about Jim, he hazarded a smile at the grin on Yuuri's face. "I'm sure he'll protest a little." Finally ducking his head, he chuckled to himself. "Jim is that crazy hero type." He looked straight ahead, his gaze shifting to something fonder. "Hasn't got much self-preservation to his name... but more desire to save people than anyone I have ever met."

Guess that's why he worked so damn hard to care for Jim in his place. Cause someone had to keep a man like Jim Kirk alive if he wouldn't do it himself. "So long story short? Yeah. He is a magnet for injury."

"Figure skating," Yuuri answered, eyes lighting up with obvious love for the sport. It had been a long time since he'd taken such a long break from training, and he missed it something fierce. Still, he knew that the rink was already under construction and he only had to wait just a little longer to be back on the ice. Speaking of which...

"Oh, I invited Jim to join us at the rink whenever it's done. Viktor asked for one to be built on the Eluvio." Yuuri eyed McCoy, smile friendly. "You should come along with him."

And then a mischievous look crossed his face for a second. "Jim might need patching up a little sooner than we thought, though. Unless bruises don't really count?" He laughed quietly, knowing exactly how often new skaters tended to fall. "He sounds like a great person, though."

"Yeah? I haven't seen that done in a long time. Well, aside from kids on the pond in winter tryin' to pull it off." It wasn't easy to see it professionally anymore. But being in Starfleet and in space made seein' everyday things a bit harder. "So you're professional?"

Blinking at that, he suddenly chuckled at that. "I bet Jim loved that." Guy loved getting int he middle of everything and doing stuff just to prove he could. "I wouldn't mind visiting. I can skate sure, but in circles at best."

Arching a brow, he ducked his head with a soft low laugh. "Don't get your hopes up. Jim has a knack of doing things and doin' them well." Pausing at that last comment, he couldn't stop that nervous habit of running a hand through his hair and making it stand up more. "The best. Not everyone can make someone that hates space as much as I do... go willingly into it." Just so he could keep the blonde idiot in his life and keep him alive.

“Yeah. We were at a competition when the anomaly got us, too.” It was just as well that the doctor moved on to talk about the rink. It was easier to grin in response. Even if he couldn’t compete any longer, there was something incredibly enjoyable about introducing people to the sport itself. Or reintroducing, in some cases like this one.

“That’s okay,” he said, shrugging for good measure. “We’re not expecting people to do jumps or step sequences, you know? Even if Viktor and I will be trying to keep our skill intact here, the rink is going to be for public use most of the day.”

McCoy’s last comment was a surprise, though, and Yuuri’s expression reflected it. “You hate space?” He never would have guessed if he hadn’t been told just now.

"That must've been hard." He said it reflexively even if he meant it. Where he wasn't pulled from a moment he didn't want to miss, it was more what he'd been forced to leave behind. Pressing his lips together, he finally let out a sigh. "None of this is good for the lot of us, I'll tell you that."

Pausing, he looked over at him and smiled a little. "It's not that I'm not athletic. Just cautious. Hate risking my hands for anything. What if I need to do surgery and I'm injured? It makes me timid and not want to risk anything. Jim is the total opposite, but I think he pulls it off just fine."

Arching a brow at that sudden question, he snorted under his breath and looked straight ahead. "Space is unending silence full of danger and disease. The unknown and all it's horrifying possibilities wrapped up in nothing but darkness and silence." It made him think about that first day he met Jim. Similar words, but not the same. In fact, he couldn't get too excited about even the prettier views of space knowing anything could just kill them. But then there was how much Jim lit up like a damn Christmas tree for all that stuff.

And he needed to stop that thought right there.

"Also scared to death of flying. Doesn't mean I can't do it. Courage isn't being fearless, right? it's just being able and willin' to overcome your fear."

"Wow," Yuuri said softly. "You really take your job as a doctor really seriously. Anyone who goes to you for help will be in good hands."

Though he looked a bit stunned at that harsh description of space, Yuuri didn't exactly argue. For one, McCoy was much more familiar with space and its dangers than he was. "It's a little strange hearing you say all that," he admitted after a second or two. "Um, not that you're wrong! It's just space travel back home is still very new compared to... all this" Here, Yuuri waved a hand, indicating the Eluvio. "And it's supposed to be this exciting, mysterious thing."

Angling his head at that, he smirked just a little. "Wouldn't you say you would do similar things to be sure you didn't lose your abilities on the ice? I think if somethin' is a passion, you do what it takes to do your best. I want to save people. Make them whole again. It's what I think I was born to do."

Pausing, he glanced at Yuuri and read the confusion in his face and eyes along with his words. "So basically what you're sayin' is you can't understand why someone like me, a Starfleet Officer, would hate space or say things like that?" On top of the idea of the glamorized space race of the past, Leonard could see why the younger man would be confused. "I had no where else to go after I got divorced. And I actually planned to go into science and medical research and be stationed somewhere. Not go up into that airless void." Cause that's what it was. A void of darkness that had tried to kill him and the crew again and again.

Then his demeanor softened just a little. "Ever met a person that just... drew you in like a moth to the flame? And you cared so damn much that they stayed alive, you'd follow them anywhere? Even to the one place you swore he'd never go willingly? That's why I went up on a ship."

The comparison was so startling to him that it actually made Yuuri pause in his steps for a moment. "That's... you're not wrong that we try to avoid injury if we can, but you're helping people. I think there's a difference in what you're doing, and what I do for a living."

Even if figure skating made people happy, it wasn't anywhere near as noble as doing a doctor's work, in Yuuri's opinion. Passion or otherwise.

He listened to the doctor, riveted by this slightly softer side of him. Then, he nodded, a slight flush on his cheeks. "I think I understand a little of...of what you said. We don't face danger like you and Jim do, but I'd follow him anywhere, if he'd let me."

It was something he'd hoped would happen once the Grand Prix Final was over, something he'd kept so close to his heart that he hadn't really mentioned it to anyone before until now. The flush on Yuuri's cheek deepened and he was forced to duck his head, letting his bang hide his eyes. "I haven't really told anyone that before."

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