Secular, Not Religious
Note and Disclaimer: Of course, nobody owns this series. This is part two of the new series "Dammit, Jim!" Enjoy!
McCoy sometimes wondered if he was meant for another occupation. Sure, he loved being a doctor. It was his calling in life and he enjoyed helping people and coming up with solutions. But sometimes, deep in his mind, he wondered what would have happened if he chose a different pathway, something his parents would have wanted. His mother and father wished for him to be a minister.
While religion did not rule government (on Earth anyway), it was always welcomed as a freedom. His parents leaned Southern Baptist and brought him to church often. All those brimstone and fire stories detracted McCoy and sent him in another direction. He sought the reason and rationale behind the secular. There was nothing reassuring about an invisible being that supposedly sees and hears everything and yet, gives you free will to bring yourself to hell.
Then again, who am I to judge? I've seen the invisible beings that controlled us.
These thoughts brought him through to lunch. This day, he was lucky that he did not have to order it late. He was actually able to sit in the cafeteria at a normal hour and eat with some of the other crew lucky enough to experience it. Jim even joined him.
It was a joy to McCoy every time he had Jim with him at lunch (sans Spock, of course). It was not just the polite conversation and the laughs. He could hear all of the complaints about the food card being restricted on certain items. This day was no different. Jim made jabs about having only salads and water for lunch.
"And some fruit and granola too," McCoy pointed out. "You could have had a variety."
"And no dressing on the salad?" Kirk feigned being insulted. "You could not at least give me some flavor?"
"Not until you've lost some weight," McCoy replied happily.
Soon, the conversation soon turned to another topic that McCoy was not keen to discuss: a wedding. Two crewmembers desired to be married. However, Kirk was running into a problem. Both of them were actually somewhat religious and did not wish for the usual secular ceremony. Jim was never comfortable with anything that ran towards specific beliefs and he was trying to figure out their Rastafari principles.
"What do you know of Rastafarianism?" he asked McCoy.
The doctor shrugged his shoulders. "How the hell should I know? The only thing that comes to mind is Bob Marley and that is not one ounce of help to you."
Jim smirked. "It's a social movement, Doctor. The twentieth century was full of them. It was a constant clash."
"This is why we had such a divided United States in the twenty-first century," McCoy mumbled.
"This is why nobody took the time to understand each other," Kirk clarified. "Now, this does not solve the issue either."
Jim began to continue the discussion on what he researched so far and what he planned to do, within Starfleet's guidelines. All the while, McCoy's mind turned back to being a minister. At this time, with the training he would have had, he would have told Jim to shut up and to come to the light of Jesus. McCoy imagined himself lecturing Jim on the evils of Rastafarianism and how the Bible in its truest form was the way to go for this new couple.
Then again, he would not be onboard the Enterprise. He'd be denied access to Starfleet period. No religious fanatic unable to be accepting of others was allowed to join the Fleet. He'd be home then, back in the sweet magnolias and mint juleps of Georgia.
McCoy ceased listening to Jim, especially when the captain reached the more boring details of the confusing aspects of Rastafarianism. In his mind, McCoy returned to the safe and firm grounds of Georgia. He was walking in the cool autumn, with the leaves changing colors. He was canoeing in the bright waters of a river. He was picking peaches in the orchard.
He woke up from his reverie when Kirk mentioned what Rastafarianism required of the other crew. This is when the captain verbally debated the pros and cons of acceptance and enforcement. Without Spock around, he had no one else to sound off on and continued to poke at the doctor. He kept peppering McCoy with questions, suggestions and revelations.
This annoyed McCoy more. He was enjoying a sweeping view of his home when he was interrupted by the aspects of a religion he did not care for and an institution that he tried and failed in. He endured Kirk's conversation up to a point. Then, he exploded.
"Make it more secular, not religious," he decided for the captain. "Dammit, Jim, I'm a doctor, not a minister! You're the captain. Make the decisions yourself. Just don't make it some hocus-pocus nuptial."
Frustrated, McCoy left. He dumped the remainder of his meal into the receptacle and stomped his way to Sickbay. He did not care if Jim called out to him or not. He was tired of being interjected, especially when he dreamt of home. Most certainly, his meal did not require some lesson about past religions or social movements or whatever the hell Rastafarianism was.
Why can't people understand that he honestly did not care about marriages? Honestly, at this point, the only thing he needed was a drink. He was getting a headache from the religious talk and the love of two crewmembers.
Let them be miserable. Better them than me. Religious, my ass!