if wishes were horses beggars would ride, all dreams and desires would ride alongside.

[straightontilmorning]

Jim was content.

Most of her crew had gotten the shore leave they so desperately needed, finally; she herself wasn't planning on participating, seeing as how she had some work to catch up on, but she was assured that the planet was entirely beautiful and peaceful - all in all perfect for the crewmember in need of some rest.

She was halfway through a stack of PADDs when Uhura informed her Dr. McCoy was calling from the planet; she pushed them aside for the moment and prepared to fend off another attempt to get her to beam down.

"Yes, Bones?"

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[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

...Oh, hell. Of course there was, they couldn't manage a simple shore leave. She tensed up. "What's going on?"

[hesdead-jim.livejournal.com]

"Well, either our scouting probes and detectors are malfunctioning, or I need to report myself unfit for duty," he replied with a frown tinged drawl. His brow furrowed in thought, and he exhaled. "I just saw a damned white rabbit the size of a man."

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

One beat.

(No.)



Two.

(No, that's not-)


And she laughed, suddenly, releasing all that tension built up from need to get everybody back up to report myself unfit for duty. "You know, if you want me down there you shouldn't make jokes with a set-up like that."

[hesdead-jim.livejournal.com]

"It isn't a joke," he sounded mildly irritated as he spoke, his brow knitting together. "A white rabbit, that told me they were late. They had this watch and then some girl appeared to follow him. I swear I saw it with my own two eyes Jim."

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

"Bones, don't - fine, I'll beam down, but when I get there you'd better tell me this is a joke."

[hesdead-jim.livejournal.com]

"Your being here is not going to make what I saw any less real to me," he replied, again his tone a little on the irritated side.

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

"Then you'd damn well better have some evidence for me. Kirk out."

True to her word, Jim transported in a few minutes later, looking mildly irritated (mostly to hide the nagging feeling that this could be very, very bad). "Bones?"

[hesdead-jim.livejournal.com]

He flipped his communicator shut and frowned as he sat there on the log, rubbing at his temples. This was too strange for his liking. Why couldn't they just be somewhere nice and simple? With a bar?

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

- And abruptly, she turned and found herself facing a bar door (The Cheshire Cat, the sign said, because clearly the universe has a deep sense of irony). "What the - BONES WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?"

He'd better answer her. :|

[hesdead-jim.livejournal.com]

When he heard her shouting - seriously, she was as subtle as a hammer blow sometimes - he lifted his gaze. And gasped, whilst rubbing at his eyes once more.

"What in the blue hell--" he stopped, rising up to walk over to the bar. How ironic that was to appear considering his latest thought. "Jim?"

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

"This," she said, glaring at the bar as if it were a personal affront to her, "was not on the scans."

Something was most definitely up.

[hesdead-jim.livejournal.com]

"This just appeared, right now. I thought about a bar and... voila," his brow knitted together as he looked round it, then back at her. "So I'm not losing my marbles."

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

"No. But you might want to refrain from... thinking about anything else like this."

Not that she actually believed this was somehow his doing, but...

She tugged on the door, and it opened easily. "Let's see if there's anything worthwhile in here."

[hesdead-jim.livejournal.com]

"I'll keep that in mind," he muttered. Rolling his eyes - he didn't know this happened when you thought things! - he followed her.

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

Inside was - let's be narratively honest - probably more shaped by Jim's thoughts than Bones', given that she was the one with the large amounts of bar experience. There's the token bartender, the token drunken idiots, the token hot chick looking all hit-on-able...

Standard fare, and nothing looking particularly helpful.

[hesdead-jim.livejournal.com]

He glanced round, his eyebrow cocking upwards. "Unless we're going to get a drink, I see no reason to be in here."

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

"No, neither do I. I just wanted to be certain-"

And there's a door that... wasn't there before. Hmm. "-that someone wasn't trying to lead us anywhere. Bones?"

[hesdead-jim.livejournal.com]

"Ladies first," he gestured to the door, shaking his head. "I didn't think up a door, so are you letting your mind wander now?"

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

"Maybe a little bit. After all, ever bar has a backroom, and maybe this one has- Fuck."

She slammed the door shut, hurriedly. NOTHING TO SEE HERE, FOLKS, MOVE ALONG.

[hesdead-jim.livejournal.com]

"What?" he asked her, his interest peaked by the way she reacted With amusement, he stepped to the door, trying to open it up to see just what had made her curse like that.

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

Augh augh augh - Kirk plastered over the door. "Nothing to see here, Bones."

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