DISCLAIMER: Don't own them.
Whatever McCoy expected walking through that door it wasn't it.
Instantly he was thrown back to the time, when his team was sent to Olduvai.
The gray-skinned monsters, faster and stronger than anything they ever encountered before.
Goat, injured and unmoving in the severs. The flat-line of the heart monitor when John failed to save him. The body, which started to mutate, with cracked scull in the isolation room.
Mac guarding the entrance. John and Sarge finding his body lying on the ground. The ripped off head a few meters away.
Destroyer, the big, burly man who could take anyone on with ease, beaten to death.
Portman hanging upside down and being bashed on the walls. Sarge firing the bio gun, which took out most of the ceiling. Kid checking Portman's pulse and shaking his head.
The Kid shoot to the throat for refusing to follow orders. John unable to help him as he chocked on his own blood.
Duke, so taken with his sister, pulled through the crate in the floor. The blood splattering, as the sharp edges bit into his body.
Sarge. Sarge dragged through the nanowall. Sarge firing the bio gun at him. Sarge fighting him. Sarge mutating. Sarge being pulled through the Ark back to Mars. John sending a grenade after him.
The pain, rage, death.
McCoy blinked, snapping back to reality and took the sight once again.
The old fashioned tea service was laid out on the table along with some snacks. Jim and Spock seated at the table, politely chatting away with their guest. Nothing unusual there.
What was unusual was the guest.
Huge, dark gray mass of muscle with faded inscription on it's back, carefully holding a cup in it's clawed hand.
"Reaper," Sarge turned and grinned at him, showing all of his sharp teeth. "Join us for tea?"