captain_jtkirk | .030 - strikes readable

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.030 - strikes readable

I have never been more thankful to see this place. ~~Or my pants.~~

Now, who did this? Who decided to put people in books?

Angel, don't tell me you sat on your ass for three days and have no idea. I'll put you on janitorial duty if this is the case.

And... I guess we owe some thanks to Bernard Black, was it? And some, but not as much because I think I'm still wet, to Shego. We're having at least two heart to hearts because of that stunt, missy.

[ooc: Since we haven't finished the action spam yet, going with a vague 'they walked through the forest and oh look there's Sam and Annie! And now they're walking again' plan. COOL? Any suggestions to the contrary?]

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Why don't you ask them?

I plan on doing that now. God damnit, this couldn't have happened at a worst time.

I disagree. I'm sure that something could be worse.

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Come see me after you're done clucking around the sickbay?

This must be me with my endless optimism.

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Your cabin?

I dunno where else I'd be.

The time I don't ask is the time you'll figure that one out.

All right, I'll be around in an hour or so.

The gym?

The Infirmary floor?

Do you have to bring that up?

Yeah I know, low blow.

Now you have to bring me something.

You're a brat, you know that?

Fine, I'll surprise you.

Can it be food?

Cause I'm hungry.

Go get yourself a dictionary and look up 'surprise' and 'patience.' It might do you some good.

Good bye Jim.

If I go get a dictionary, then I won't be here.

Use your PADD then, you're clever.

I'd rather play solitaire.

[It took a little longer than he had assumed, about an hour and a half given T'Pol and Sam. He heads down to Kirk's cabin, a covered bowl in one hand, the handles of two forks poking out. He doesn't bother knocking, just walks in, heading to the desk.]

That kitchen is a damned pig stye.

[Jim tosses the PADD away, despite the fact that he's close to winning that game, so he can sit up, peering over at Bones with a coy smile.]

"Did you bring me dinner?"

Yeah, I brought you dinner. Don't get too smug about it. [He replies, taking the cover off and pulling a fork out of the spaghetti, holding it towards Jim.]

"Ooh, spaghetti."

[Jim practically bounces off the bed, and claims that fork, almost immediately digging into the food.]

"Somebody wants me to like him."

You already like me. [McCoy waves him off.] It's been a long time since I made food that wasn't from that damned replicator. [He comments, flopping back on Jim's desk chair and pulling out his PADD.]

"You made this?"

[Kirk arches an eyebrow at him, pointing the fork at the food, like that part wasn't already obvious. Then he smiles, offering the other fork to Bones.]

"It's good, thanks."

Of course I made it, I was a bachelor once you know. Need to know some simple recipes at least. [He says gruffly, glancing over at the offered fork and accepting it.]

You're welcome. [His lips quirk and he leans over to roll some pasta onto his fork.]

[Jim doesn't point out that putting him anywhere near a real stove is a disaster waiting to happen. He's a replicator child. He's not ashamed to admit that.

He hoists himself up to sit on the desk, eating in companionable silence for a few moments.]

"How's sickbay? Did it explode while you were away?"

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