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He realized he wasn’t leaving the best impression on Molly, but he was not in the mood to care. If they thought they could send him back in the Kelvin pod...good luck with that. He was in the era where they’d just sent people to the moon and no further and hey, adding in the fact he was stuck in the past? He was not in the greatest of moods. As far as he was concerned, this was the Stone Ages of modern eras.
Finally, the door opened up again and Sherlock swept in with a woman behind him. “McCoy, Mary Watson. What last name do you want?” he asked.
Leonard blinked but Mary punched Sherlock’s shoulder and then turned to him as Sherlock winced. “He’s such a prat. But yes, I’m going to use some of my old contacts to craft an identity for you. It’s best if you keep it as close to what you’re used to as possible, so I just need to know...well, everything about you I can’t scrounge off a Wiki page.”
He took a deep breath. “You seem to be taking this well,” he said.
“And so do you, but I see you had whiskey. Doesn’t help much, does it?”
“Not really,” he said, giving her a small grin. “I suppose...” He realized he was stuck. “I have no idea.”
“MacMillan?” Molly piped up. “Similar enough you might not get them confused often, and you can always say McCoy and Bones are nicknames you got when the first movie came out.”
“Yeah, that’ll do,” Leonard said with a nod. At least if someone called him McCoy or Bones he wouldn’t have to ignore it or react any differently than he would normally. Mary went through other questions, jotting the answers down in the handheld contraption she was using, and eventually, she lapsed into silence. It was then he noticed that Sherlock and Molly were talking off to the side, their voices hushed. She seemed almost a little agitated and he felt bad that he had left such a bad impression, but before he could really think on it Mary turned to Sherlock and he paid attention.
“The actual papers will take some time, but officially he’s got a background. I modified his actual background to fit into something in this era and if we tell John, he can get him a position at the clinic while Leonard learns our stone age era technology.”
“I suppose we can tell him,” Sherlock said.
“Shouldn’t Leonard get a say?” Molly asked.
“Who is John?” Leonard asked.
“My husband. He’s a doctor at a local clinic, and I’m a nurse there when I’m not obscenely pregnant. I’m on early maternity leave at the moment, but he can secure the position and until you feel comfortable I suppose you can come to my home and I can give you medical texts and whatnot to study.”
“I know how to do this era’s medicine, I just am...rusty.”
“You need to learn about medications and such,” Molly said. “Unless you don’t want to be a doctor?”
He wanted to argue, but she had a point. Killing a patient accidentally would be unfortunate and bring unwanted attention to the fact he wasn’t used to this era. “Yeah.”
“Barts. We can put him in some of the rotations of student doctors, just as an observer,” Sherlock said.
“That is true,” Molly said. “And I can go over things as well.”
“You’re a doctor?” Leonard asked.
“Forensic pathologist at the aforementioned Barts,” she said. “I’m rather knowledgeable, especially about medicinal interactions.”
“Then it’s settled,” Sherlock said. “Next off, you need clothing. I’m sure I can take care of what Molly hasn’t. But then there’s the matter of residence.”
Mary glanced to her side in Molly’s direction and then flashed a smile to him. “You can stay with my husband and I. We’ll start work on getting you up to snuff to practice medicine in ye olde past.” She got up and then looked at Sherlock. “You just have to make sure by the time I have this baby actual housing is settled.”
“Done,” Sherlock said. He looked at a handheld contraption similar to the one Mary had used and then stuffed it into his coat pocket. “My brother needs me. I’ll check in later.”
“Is he always like this?” Leonard asked as Sherlock went back to the door and let himself out.
“You get used to it,” Mary said. “Come on. We’ll give Molly a break and get you settled at my home.”
He stood then and then looked over at Molly. “Thanks. Sorry if...”
Molly waved her hand. “It’s alright. I’m rather used to some of this, surprisingly.” She gave him a small smile. “Once you get a mobile we can exchange numbers and set up times to study things from this woebegone era.”
He nodded, giving her a slight smile and then followed Mary. His head was spinning from the last few interactions with Sherlock and the whiskey probably hadn’t helped, but at least for now, he was safe.