Scotty ran into Sick Bay, still at a full sprint, but panting. I looked around, before seeing a head of familiar curly red hair. Annabelle! I thought. Even though there was a chance that it wasn't her, I began to sing: "Do you wanna build a snowman?"

To my delight, it was Annabelle! She sang the second line, our agreed way of greeting: "Come on, let's go and play!"

We sang the rest in unison, just like we agreed to do, so many years before. "I never see you anymore, come out the door, it's like you've gone away! We used to be best buddies, and now we're not. I wish you would tell me why! Do you wanna build a snowman? It doesn't have to be a snowman!"

We were cut off by an irritated voice. "Lt. MacLowry! Stop singing that! It was annoying the first time!"

"Sorry, Doctor! I jus' haven't seen Victoria in foreva!"

"Victoria?" Dr. McCoy walked out to where we were and, seeing me in Scotty's arms, sighed. "Your first day here and you already managed to hurt yourself, Ensign?"

Keenser pointed at my ankle. "Broken."

Dr. McCoy took me from Scotty, carefully avoiding hitting my injured ankle against anything. "Thank you, Keenser. No offense, but I'm still going to check for myself, because I'm the doctor, and you're not."

If Keenser could manipulate his features to look indignant, he did.

Scotty looked at Keenser. "Would ya go back ta Engineering? I dunnae trust anyone else, other than me, to keep tha Enterprise in order."

Keenser nodded and walked out. Scotty & Annabelle followed Dr. McCoy (and me, but I didn't really count, since I was being carried) inside.

As the doctor began fixing my ankle (he had confirmed Keenser's diagnosis), I looked up at Annabelle.

"Since I haven't heard from you in at least ten years, what's new?"

She grinned at me sheepishly. "Sorry, Vikki. I'll start with ta big news firs': Scotty is my boyfriend." She leand towards me like she had a huge secret. "And I've been dropping hints!"

I giggled. "Anna-banana!"

She gently punched me in the shoulder. "Ya know how I feel abou' tha' name!"

"Hey, at least I didn't call you Popsicle," I retorted.

We were cut off by Dr. McCoy. "Ensign! Stop swinging your legs! What are you trying to do, kick me in the head?"

"Noooo…" I said innocently, gently kicking him in his chin with my good foot.

He sighed and stood up. "I'm going to need you off that foot for a while, Ensign, so you're going to have to stay here."

Scotty broke off his kissing session with Annabelle. "Can we star here an' keep her company?"

"No, because I know you two, and you're going to use it as an excuse to suck face. Get back to your posts!"

"Aye, Captain," Scotty muttered. He & Annabelle stood and walked out.

"Sheesh," Dr. McCoy said under his breath. He returned to whatever he had been doing on his PADD before I got there, which I suspected wasn't of much importance.

"Doctor?"

"Mm?"

"If that isn't super important, can you keep me company? Seeing as you just kicked Annabelle and Scotty out…"

He put down his PADD. "Sure," he replied. "What do you want to talk about?"

I shrugged. "I just need to talk. Is there anything wrong with that, Doctor?"

"No, but there is something wrong with that sentence."

"What? It's grammatically correct, and I used the correct words. What could be wrong?"

"What you called me. I don't mind being called "Doctor" by my staff, but I don't like being called that by other people."

I blinked in surprise. Most people liked being called by their titles. "What should I call you, then?"

He shrugged. "Most people call me Bones, and that's okay with me."

I smiled. I would have asked why people called him that, but I decided that that would be prying. "Okay… Bones."

I found, in the ensuing conversation, that, though we both grew up in Georgia, we were very different. I was used to this life-in-the-fast-lane existence, because I grew up in the urban landscape of Atlanta. Bones, on the other hand, grew up on a farm, growing peaches, among other things.

By the time we finished out conversation, I was exceedingly tired, and Bones declared me well enough to walk back to my quarters. We said goodnight, and, once I was in my quarters, I mentally declared today successful, with the exception of my broken ankle.