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James Kirk ([personal profile] straightontilmorning) wrote2009-10-22 06:12 pm

this looks like a job for me so everybody just follow me cause we need a little controversy.

From the corridors outside sickbay came the sounds of feet hitting the floor wetly, one slightly louder and on a time delay, indicating either a limp or one boot taller than the other.

Which it was became acutely obvious when the door to Sickbay slid open and revealed one James Kirk, remarkably resembling a drowned rat, soaked from head to toe. Somehow, about half of her shirt disappeared in various places, but don't worry - the layer of mud she's coated in does a fair job of hiding anything top-secret.

And one boot was missing, in case you wondered. To add to the mystery, Jim carried a pink ball of fluff resembling a kitten that she put down on the Sickbay floor as soon as she came through the doors, and, yes - her arms were slightly covered in light scratches.

"Don't ask."

[identity profile] hesdead-jim.livejournal.com 2009-10-22 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
He eyed her right back and muttered something to himself. "Fine. But you use my shower, and get your sopping ass onto a biobed right after for me to check you over. Got it?" he replied with a challenging raise of his eyebrow.

[identity profile] kirk-it.livejournal.com 2009-10-22 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
She resisted the urge to stick her tongue out at him. Barely. "Got it."

And - clomp squish clomp squish - trekked off in the direction of his shower, occasionally trailing dead leaves.

And returned, about half an hour later, less with the sopping wet. But it seems that the mud has tinted her skin slightly orange despite her attempts to wash it off, which the tank top she's donned instead of her ruined shirt helpfully showcases, along with the scratches and a pretty impressive bruise on her right elbow.

For once, she didn't argue - just hopped onto biobed three with as much of her dignity intact as possible. The pink kitten leaped onto the bed after her and curled up at the foot.

[identity profile] hesdead-jim.livejournal.com 2009-10-22 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)
He immediately called for someone to come clean up his med bay the moment she trekked off to the shower. Goddamnit, it looked a disgrace.

But, by the time she exited the shower and hopped onto the biobed, it was almost back to it's pristine condition. He was ready and waiting, tricorder in hand. His eyes scanned over her, mentally making note of all of the scratches and bruising he saw.

"So how in the hell did you end up trekking half of a damned tree through my med bay?" he asked, raising the tricorder to scan her.

[identity profile] kirk-it.livejournal.com 2009-10-22 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"I walked. Hi, honey, how was your day?"

Hers was fantastic.

[identity profile] hesdead-jim.livejournal.com 2009-10-22 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)
He raised an eyebrow at her use of honey and leant down closer. "Well, pookie, some woman traipsed a damned forest into my medical bay, used up most of my soap and don't think I don't know you did in my shower, and brought a pet onto the ship." He rolled his eyes then, resting the tricorder down as he lifted up the dermal regenerator.

"What happened down there? And don't give me a smart ass answer or I'll find need for a hypo or two."

[identity profile] kirk-it.livejournal.com 2009-10-22 11:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"Huh. Sounds rough." Sarcasm, thy name was - well, you know. Grouchface.

"I attempted to do my job is what happened."

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[identity profile] hesdead-jim.livejournal.com 2009-10-22 11:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hmm," was his simple reply. He's only a grouchface because it somehow makes him happy to be so. A little moaning and suffering is good for the soul.

"That constitutes a smart-ass answer."

[identity profile] kirk-it.livejournal.com 2009-10-22 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"I can't help it if I have a smart ass, Bones."

And also a very shapely ass, as she knew he knew.
Edited 2009-10-22 23:09 (UTC)

[identity profile] hesdead-jim.livejournal.com 2009-10-22 11:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"I can't help it if your lack of details means a hypo ends up pressed against that ass," which he would hate to do, because he's quite the fan of her shapely ass.

[identity profile] kirk-it.livejournal.com 2009-10-22 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"Explain to me, Bones, what medical circumstance caused by my lack of details would make you do that?"

[identity profile] hesdead-jim.livejournal.com 2009-10-22 11:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"Obviously you have some sort of degenerative disease, or at least have suffered a bump to the head if conversation that expands further than awkward answers causes you difficulty," so ner.

[identity profile] kirk-it.livejournal.com 2009-10-22 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"Or maybe I'm saving it all for the official report."

So there.

[identity profile] hesdead-jim.livejournal.com 2009-10-22 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"Fine, you stubborn pain in my ass," he replied, lowering the dermal regenerator because voila, whilst grumping at her, he'd run it over her cuts and bruises.

"Jus', glad you seem alright." There. He only wanted to know because boyfriend!Bones was worried.

[identity profile] kirk-it.livejournal.com 2009-10-22 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
She tossed a cheery grin his way - slightly forced, admittedly, but she had a long day.

"I'm fine."

Beat.

"Do you, by any chance, want a cat?"

[identity profile] hesdead-jim.livejournal.com 2009-10-22 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"You better be," he muttered. As he stood there with his back to the rest of the med bay, he rested a hand over her forearm carefully. His little way of satisfying the need he had to be there, and touch her.

"Not especially, no." But he had a feeling he'd just ended up with one.

[identity profile] kirk-it.livejournal.com 2009-10-22 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"All superficial wounds, Bones. Do you have any names for cats?"

That was entirely possible. She couldn't keep an eye on it all the time, after all.

[identity profile] hesdead-jim.livejournal.com 2009-10-22 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"I don't, no. Why do I have the distinct feeling that I've adopted a cat?" because he knew her game. But neither could he - he's a Doctor, damnit!

[identity profile] kirk-it.livejournal.com 2009-10-22 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"I wouldn't make you adopt a cat, Bones."

And she was shocked, shocked that he thought so.

"I think she's stuck in kitten stage permanently."

[identity profile] hesdead-jim.livejournal.com 2009-10-22 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"So you won't make me adopt a cat, but you'll make me adopt a kitten, I'm sure," because he knew that it was all a matter of wording with her sometimes.

[identity profile] kirk-it.livejournal.com 2009-10-22 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"Something like that."

D'awww, she got the brainy type.

[identity profile] hesdead-jim.livejournal.com 2009-10-22 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"You do realise that I'm a Doctor, and too busy for that, don't you?" he honestly doubted she understood just how busy he could get sometimes. Doctor on a ship this big was always doing something! Usually standing on the bridge harassing her, but still.

[identity profile] kirk-it.livejournal.com 2009-10-22 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, I can't take care of her, and I can't send her ,i>back."

[identity profile] hesdead-jim.livejournal.com 2009-10-22 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"Maybe Christine would like her," because with her being a woman, surely she automatically wanted something fluffy, right?

[identity profile] kirk-it.livejournal.com 2009-10-22 11:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Because Jim was a woman, and she automatically liked fluffy.

"Maybe."

[identity profile] hesdead-jim.livejournal.com 2009-10-22 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"Your enthusiasm for that idea is overwhelming," he might just have to brace himself for how overwhelming it was.