"Sorry," he said, with that oh-so-charming grin. "Questions first. Drinks once I'm absolutely certain you're not a robot, my evil id, or from another universe and about to take over my ship."
He spoke lightly, as if pretty sure already none of those things were the case, but Jim might notice that he wasn't actually joking.
"I think it's pretty clear," he continued more soberly, "that you're not exactly me. Bones has found traces in your DNA that don't match. And yet," he studied the other man's face carefully, "how to explain that you're not me, but we both call our CMO Bones, that's a question." Not specifically that, of course. The nickname itself doesn't matter. It's the fact they share it. "So first things first--you're on the USS Enterprise, NCC-1701. We're on a five year mission of exploration, it's stardate 220331, and we found you stranded on a planet I've never been to. That track so far?"
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He spoke lightly, as if pretty sure already none of those things were the case, but Jim might notice that he wasn't actually joking.
"I think it's pretty clear," he continued more soberly, "that you're not exactly me. Bones has found traces in your DNA that don't match. And yet," he studied the other man's face carefully, "how to explain that you're not me, but we both call our CMO Bones, that's a question." Not specifically that, of course. The nickname itself doesn't matter. It's the fact they share it. "So first things first--you're on the USS Enterprise, NCC-1701. We're on a five year mission of exploration, it's stardate 220331, and we found you stranded on a planet I've never been to. That track so far?"