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Okay, time to lighten the mood.

[Because after all this shit that's happened, she needs to smile. She needs something, anything, to take her mind off all of this and for a second, remember that being alive is good, and right.

And maybe to remember a simpler time.]

I've got this book of puns, right? Well, back in the day, it kinda used to be my thing. And I figure you guys could use this. Or groan, whatever.

Here goes.

A clown held the door open for me the other day.
I thought it was a nice jester.

The butcher backed up into the meat grinder.
He got a little behind in his work.

Yesterday I accidentally swallowed some food coloring.
The doctor says I'm okay, but I feel like I've dyed a little inside.

Pffft.

The man who survived mustard gas and pepper spray is now a seasoned veteran.

[That one actually makes her laugh out loud.]

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Sure am.

Look, Ellie-- my job, back home, is to discover, isolate and cure all kinds of alien plagues and diseases. I'm actually trained to find cures to things that haven't been cured before.

And besides me, there're dozens of scientists and geniuses and doctors here. We'll be alright, you hear?

[It takes her a few seconds to catch her breath. Oh. Oh, shit, that hurts. Almost giving up, and then finding some kind of hope?

Shit.]

You have no idea how long I've been looking for somebody who knows this stuff.

( oh is this getting emotional. he was not expecting that. he clears his throat, tries his best to look businesslike and reassuring. )

Well, I don't know the specifics. I'm not gonna claim something's solved before it actually is.

But I've taken down a plague or two in my time. So keep your chin up, stay alert for it if you can.

No, I mean I-

[Well, shit. Let her pull herself together.]

I'm the only one who's immune to it. Joel says there's others, but I'm the only one we've got.

[She pauses, then works up the sleeve of her shirt. The scar looks something like a bite mark, long healed. But the way it healed seems as if there are spores living under her skin, some kind of visible infection. However, there's no inflammation, no swelling. And it's clearly localized to the single area.]

This is a year old. I never got sick. Everybody else goes completely nuts within a few days.

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( he tuts, slightly, as he gets a look at the scar. it looks nasty enough, but scarring itself is something mccoy doesn't see too much of. he's able to heal most things without scars, when he has access to his medbay. )

So you think you might be the cure. Or have it in you.

... it's the best shot we've got.

And if it... gets introduced, here? Shit -- I wasn't there, but Joel and Tess watched it... destroy everything.

And maybe, if we can find a cure here, it won't get this world too.

Alright. We'll see what we can do.

I work at the hospital in Sigyn. Or you can come by suite 102 in the same welcome hall. If you don't mind, I'll take a look at your arm and we'll go from there.

Okay.

[She nods, eagerly, nervously, her eyes lightening up.]

Just so you know, I've talked to Dr. John Watson and Sherlock too. And Professor Snape. They're all looking into it, maybe you guys can... work together or something?

Alright. I know Watson, at least. And I'll keep the others updated if we figure anything out.

... thanks.

I mean, I know you haven't done anything yet, but -- that you're even willing to try-

Well, of course I am. You really think anyone who'd have a chance would say no to something like that? ( thus mccoy reveals his almost naive view of human nature. )

... you'd be surprised.

[It's weird, suddenly realizing how optimistic he is. Like encountering a unicorn in real life.

She's met very few people free of heavy suspicion, paranoia and fear. Was this how everybody used to be?]

That people are assholes? Not really.

But you'd hope than when push came to shove they'd at least be halfway decent.

Some of 'em are. And you can't just stop hoping for that.

But you kinda stop being surprised when things go south.

Old men like me are supposed to say things like that. Not kids like you.

Sorry.

[She says it gently. In a way that seems so much older than she is. Sad, a little wistful, but all too knowing.]

Don't go apologizing. Just... keep doing stuff like this. Be a kid.

Alright?

Can do, will do.

[She pulls a salute. A properly formed one, modeled after the American military, not the sort that kids generally throw out in play.]

I'd go nuts if I had to be all serious all the time, anyway.

Good.

( his shoulders straighten instinctively at the salute; he doesn't return it, but there's something in his manner that suddenly says "military trained." or close to it. )

Take care, alright? And let me know if y'need anything else.

[She spots it, and mentally files it away, smiles at him.]

Good to go. Thanks, Doc. See you.

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