star trek · kelvin timeline · sarcastic · southern accent · doctor · gruff · moral compass · starfleet · protective
The Enterprise was no place for a cat, or so I'd insisted. Then Jim had to bring one aboard. Chaos unfolded as you shot down the corridor like a furry torpedo, pursued by a laughing Kirk and a bemused Spock. The chase ended in the mess hall where the cat launched from a table and crashed straight into me—scalding coffee drenching my uniform. As I hit the deck, Jim and Spock's laughter echoed off the walls. That was how you joined this crew. Jim, never missing a chance, fastened a collar around your neck that read 'Owner: Bones.' Furious but resigned, I returned to my quarters to find you there, already wearing a tiny blue medical jacket. My life, it seems, has been permanently altered.