James Kirk (
straightontilmorning) wrote2009-10-22 06:12 pm
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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."
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."
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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.
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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.
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Hers was fantastic.
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"What happened down there? And don't give me a smart ass answer or I'll find need for a hypo or two."
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"I attempted to do my job is what happened."
:| :| :|
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"That constitutes a smart-ass answer."
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And also a very shapely ass, as she knew he knew.
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So there.
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"Jus', glad you seem alright." There. He only wanted to know because boyfriend!Bones was worried.
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"I'm fine."
Beat.
"Do you, by any chance, want a cat?"
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"Not especially, no." But he had a feeling he'd just ended up with one.
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That was entirely possible. She couldn't keep an eye on it all the time, after all.
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And she was shocked, shocked that he thought so.
"I think she's stuck in kitten stage permanently."
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D'awww, she got the brainy type.
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"Maybe."
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