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Hank is once more at the Table outside the Infirmary, working on his laptop. Next to him, his beeper linked to the Infirmary monitors hums quietly.

He has had a lot going on lately, and in addition ot everything else, is watching the bar for several people.

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He blinks and rises to bow.

"Ah, yes, I am. Doctor Henry McCoy at your service. But most call me Hank, or Blue, or Doc. How can I help you?"

He waves to a seat, if she would like one.

"I am Lady Macbeth. Catherine of the Willows is a companion of mine. She has told me that you two are to wed."

The implication is clear: Hank must be approved. The Lady takes the seat, ready for a demonstration of his worth. She wants to make sure Catherine is not putting herself in the hands of one who would later merit a beheading.

He blinks. O---kay.

"Ah yes. I am afraid she hasnt told me to expect you. We are to be wed, yes, in a little under ten days. We havent known each other for long, but she has captured my heart."

It is unfortunate perhaps that he doesnt come from such a time, for he has no clue of any signals or implications. he has met Catherine's mom and daughter and been approved. As far as he is concerned that was all he needed, that and Catherine's love. Besides which, no nobleman ever born in her time matched Hank McCoy's accomplishments, if she actually asks about them.

"I did not inform her of my purpose. I felt it best to work on my own terms."

Hey, she's just here to make sure he won't give Catherine trouble. His accomplishments are are Catherine best judges them. "Do you intend to both remain at Milliways?"

"She has a life and a child back on her world. I moved her in part so I could more easily be there for her and cross to her world whenever we wanted to be there. I have no intent to move anywhere else. I still have duties on my old world, but accomplish them and the ones I carry out here. I will always be here for her, when she comes in the Door."

The Lady narrows her eyes. "Curious."

Not a traditional arrangement. But then... this Henry McCoy is not a traditional fellow.

he smiles.

"I am a curious man, yes. A doctor, teacher, soldier and diplomat. I find this place fascinating. And so I make my home here, where i can go to her, and also answer calls to my own world. And I work here as well, establishing a home where if she desires she can retreat to, away from her world."

He smiles softly.

"She is my lady."

"And so long as you properly treat her as such, I have no quarrel with you. Indeed, I am eager to embrace you with good will." She smiles, just a little. "You accomplish much in so short a day."

"I sleep little. One of the good things from this body of mine, And I mean her nothing but good. She is... the first woman I have ever asked to marry and the only one I have ever been so in love with."

he smiles softly.

"She is my sanity."

Lady Macbeth knows the value of a thing like that. She nods.

"Well, then. Long may you keep her. Though it is not my place to give it, accept my blessing and be well."

He rises and bows to her and then extends his hand.

"And always will you be welcome Madame to out house."

The words are old an formla, an echo of times like her own, perhaps, but they are also heartfelt.

She rises as well, and with great dignity places her hand in his and dips a curtsy.

"My thanks, Doctor." When she straightens, the glint in her eye is slightly more wicked. "And now I must beg you to excuse me, sir. There has been a matter of gift-giving which I have sadly neglected of late."

He smiles.

"Fare well, Lady Macbeth. And be well."

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