A/N So, a few years back, I read a fic about Leonard McCoy going to a convention-type event with all of the other Chief Medical Officers from all of the other ships, and everyone trying to "one-up" the others with crazy ship/crew stories. All of which Bones is completely unimpressed by, since regular crazy and Enterprise crazy are apparently two very different things.
Problem is, I can't find it ANYWHERE, and so I decided to write my own. I'm about 95% certain I didn't just dream the whole thing, so PLEASE, if you know what fic I'm talking about, let me know so I can credit it properly!
It was that time of year. When Leonard felt like he would never be happy again. When he wanted to sink to the ground and sob just to get away from it all. When he felt like his very soul was being drained from his body.
It was time for the annual Starfleet Medical Team-Building Weekend.
Which was ridiculous, because only the Chief Medical Officers from each ship were forced to go, and it's not like they ever had to WORK together. Of all the asinine things Starfleet required from its CMOs, this was right at the top of the list. Right above baby-sitting idiot captains who refused to come down for their REQUIRED quarterly physicals until threatened to be removed from command. ("I'm the Captain, Bones. I'm busy doing Captain-y things! I don't have TIME to be poked and prodded by you. Well, not while I'm on duty, at any rate." "Oh, grow up, you horny infant." "Why, Bones! I didn't know you liked that- okay, shutting up now.")
And so here they were, forced to sit in a circle like an alcoholic bunch of 5th graders. (Starfleet didn't dare ban alcohol from these events. The CMOs would go on strike en masse).