What it means to be Doctor McCoy; these are the ways

A matter of tidying up

"Computer, how many Leonard Horatio McCoy's are on this ship?," Jim asked.

"One," the computer replied.

Jim's hand rolled up into a fist.

"I am going to ground his ass," Jim said, turning away then headed out of the room. He was greeted by Spock and McCoy side by side in the mist of an argument once exiting. "come along, commander, doctor," taking them by the shoulders heading back down the hall and their eyes fixated on him. Spock raised an eyebrow. "It seems your counterpart has returned back down to the planet rather than staying on this ship."

"I bet ya that bastard decided to handle the situation than let us do it," McCoy said.

"Would you do that to me?" Jim asked, raising an eyebrow.

Spock looked over in concern toward the doctor.

"Would I?" McCoy said. "Bet ya ass I would."

"I would do the same," Spock said. "the crew needs her captain more than her first officer."

"Spock, don't ya agree with me on this," McCoy said. "ya not supposed to agree with me all the time."

"It is a logical strategy," Spock replied.

McCoy rubbed his face as the man's hands let go of their shoulders.

"I bet ya would that if it were about me rather than him," McCoy said. "and then I will have lost my second planet."

"No," Spock said. "you would have not. You would still have the captain."

"I would gladly be your asteroid to get up on your feet again," Jim said, flashing a confident smile back at the doctor. "I would have done the same but not when it came to being as old as he is. . . I would go with back up and. . ." he stopped as his eyes slightly widened then rushed past them heading in the direction of the transporter rooms.

McCoy and Spock shared perplexed expressions then went after the captain.

"Jim, wait up!" McCoy called.

It appears that your counterpart is following a train of thought only Jim would go after, Spock said.

Will I really become that stubborn and clever when I get old? McCoy replied, worryingly.

Given your nature, Spock replied, that is a likely course of action as you will never stop being a healer and saving lives.

Don't flirt with me on duty, McCoy said as a warm feeling traveled through his chest.

McCoy sped into the transporter room.

"Attempt to. . . beam up . . . the away team," Jim instructed the technician, as the doctor came to a skid in front of the transporter console.

"Aye sir," Lieutenant Harriet said.

"Jim," McCoy started.

"I. . should be. . down there. . . " Jim panted. "leading the away team with the elder doctor on the bridge acting as a vocal guide."

"Ya know. . . . that he wouldn't forgive himself if he sent . . . the galaxies best captain . . . to his early grave," McCoy panted, placing a hand on the man's shoulder. On the transporter padd appeared a wheelchair with four communicators set in the seat. "Wow, we are not strikingly alike."

"I don't like him," Jim said, decisively.

Jim rubbed his forehead with his head ducked down and his right hand under the left eyebrow then lowered his hand.

"Prepare to beam us down to the coordinates that you got them from," Jim said.

"Aye, sir," Harriet said.

McCoy came over retrieving the three communicators and Spock moved the wheelchair alongside the transporter padd. The three men were given their phaser belts. McCoy retrieved a knapsack filled of mandatory medical away tools that ranged in various pills, gadgets, and so on. The knapsack was strapped along his left shoulder that felt light as a feather. The three men boarded the transporter padd. Jim nodded in the direction of the transporter technician. In a golden flare of light they reappeared right alongside the doorway. Jenny came dashing out of the room with her shoulder bleeding and part of her uniform torn. Her hair was let loose in curly, dark braids resting on her shoulders and she held her empty phaser at the triumvirate's direction. Her uniform appeared to be torn at the ankles, calf, and knees. McCoy came forward catching the woman as she began to fall landing into his arms. He laid her against the wall.

"What happened, Commander?" Jim asked.

"He went back there, he went back there, he went back there for my colleague," Jenny said. "I told him not to!" she briefly closed her eyes. "But he was stubborn. . ." She winced. "Mr Scott is in the janitors closet one floor up. . . My god!" she shook her head. "Your uncle, he is stubborn," a bead of sweat dripped down the side of the doctor's face. "he won't leave anyone behind, and it is going to get him killed. I tried but they started attacking and he just escaped me."

"Rest," Jim said. "we'll get them."

"Aye, sir," Jenny said.

"Bones," Jim said.

"I will wait," McCoy said, then handed the man the others communicators. "just in case there are security personnel to the facility, y'all better have them."

"Come along, Spock," Jim said, followed on by the science officer.