"It's not his real name," Jim says dryly. "It's 'McCoy. Leonard McCoy'." And you can bet he drops into the Doctor's own southern drawl to spit out his name, exactly the same in pitch and cadence as it was the first time they met. "But he told me his wife took everything in the divorce and just left him with his bones. Plus, sawbones, right? Made sense at the time and it stuck."

Jim hops down from where he's sitting and comes to lean over the table, getting almost up close and personal with that microscope. "So how long've you been into all this stuff, anyway? Science, I mean."