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"- and a bottle of rum!" Scotty finished singing as he retreated out of the mess hall.

"Good Lord, he's cracked," commented McCoy, staring after him.

Sulu, sitting across from the doctor, merely sighed. "When did you figure that out?"

McCoy shot him a glare. "It's always been a known fact that Scotty loves his engines, but this is getting ridiculous."

"Really?" Sulu mused. The Scotsman had come into the mess hall, finally off his shift, to get a bottle of alcohol to share with his 'beloved bairns'. "For me I thought it crossed the line when he was caught petting them."

McCoy sighed and went back to poking his food. "Well, one of these days I'll diagnose him with Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder and he'll have a conniption."

"Why haven't you diagnosed him already?" Sulu asked around a mouthful of food.

"I can't pry him away from Engineering," McCoy answered. "Nor could I keep him in Sickbay long enough."

"You could restrain him," Sulu suggested. "You've done it for the captain and Mr. Spock often enough."

"Yeah, but they aren't engineers. And as good as engineers are at fixing stuff, they're just as good at breaking stuff." McCoy leaned back. "Besides, I can hardly say it's affecting his work… one does have to admire his dedication."

Sulu inclined his head in agreement. "But at times it's just creepy."

McCoy shrugged. "A little bit. Well," he said, rising. "If he proposes to the engines call me, at least."

"Will do, doctor," Sulu promised.

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"McCoy, here."

"Doctor?" said Sulu from the other side of the comm link. "You said to call you when Scotty proposed to the engines-"

"I'm on my way."