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ladyoftime“There’s a set of rules for this,” Bones says. “An entire set of rules in the Prime Directive that expressly forbid anything even remotely like what we’re doing now. And that’s not even getting into the court-martialable offenses.”
The Doctor doesn’t deign to respond at first, being a little too distracted breaking the Enterprise’s warp core with cherry chewing gum and a ball of twine. “You mean the same ones that ought to be preventing you from gallivanting around the timeline with a member of an extinct race?”
Bones clears his throat loudly and adjusts the collar of his uniform. “That’s them.”
She beams at him before returning to the task at hand. “Just checking.”
They’ve landed on the Enterprise, directly in the Engineering section. That morning, Bones had been innocently consuming a breakfast of eggs and grits and lots of coffee when the Doctor barged in, nearly causing him to choke on a mouthful of egg white, and declared they had a Mission. Apparently, for some reason or another, the Enterprise can’t be allowed to advance on its present course for at least a day. Bones isn’t really sure why or what happens if they do– for that matter, he doesn’t even know when they are, as the Doctor explained she couldn’t risk him returning to his timeline and screwing up the newly-fixed timeline– but he trusts the Doctor enough to believe that she wouldn’t sabotage the ship for no reason.
Which is how they came to be here, at this junction, him with his medical tricorder trying to look important and busy, and her in hastily-procured engineering red with her entire upper-body hidden in something important vitally important to the ship’s warp core function. At least the view isn’t bad.
That’s where they hit their snag, in the form of Captain James T. Kirk walking directly towards them. He already has his radar out in the presence of a pair of good-looking legs. Bones can almost imagine a comical Hel-lo! thought bubble coming out of his head; he squashes the thought in favour of more pressing matters, like kicking the Doctor’s shin to get her attention. “Problem,” he hisses.
The Doctor makes an extremely grumpy noise and pokes her head out of the junction long enough to take in the Captain coming their way. “Kiss him.”
Bones chokes, and attempts to hide the reaction with a subtle coughing fit. “Have you gone insane?”
“We can’t have him asking questions.” And of course, she hasn’t even bothered to look at him. Her head’s still stuck in the damn panels, so she can’t get the full effect of the extremely disbelieving and pissed off stare he’s aiming at her elbow. “Go on,” she says, “it’ll be fun!”
Which is how, when Jim finally gets close enough to start asking awkward questions, like Who’s that? or What are you doing down here?, Bones finds himself grabbing his best friend by the shoulders and dragging him close enough to force their lips together.
The hell of it is, Jim is a damn good kisser, which Bones never suspected because it’s not like he’s ever thought about this or anything, but makes sense. By the time his brain starts working again, the Doctor is standing behind him, arms crossed and eyeing him with that go on, then, it’s not like the universe is in danger or anything face, so he lets go and stutters out something about having to go do something very important in Sick Bay and runs full-tilt for the TARDIS.
The Doctor, left behind, just shrugs one shoulder at Jim and mouths ‘Men. What can you do?’ before strolling after him, casual as you please. “Some people,” she murmurs idly, “have no sense of dignity.”
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theatrical_muse
Prompt: 294 - Passing
Word count: 625
Author's note:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
do_it_in_three was going to get a trailer for his guest appearance, but instead all he gets is this author's note. curedrainydays doesn't get anything because he's mine.
The Doctor doesn’t deign to respond at first, being a little too distracted breaking the Enterprise’s warp core with cherry chewing gum and a ball of twine. “You mean the same ones that ought to be preventing you from gallivanting around the timeline with a member of an extinct race?”
Bones clears his throat loudly and adjusts the collar of his uniform. “That’s them.”
She beams at him before returning to the task at hand. “Just checking.”
They’ve landed on the Enterprise, directly in the Engineering section. That morning, Bones had been innocently consuming a breakfast of eggs and grits and lots of coffee when the Doctor barged in, nearly causing him to choke on a mouthful of egg white, and declared they had a Mission. Apparently, for some reason or another, the Enterprise can’t be allowed to advance on its present course for at least a day. Bones isn’t really sure why or what happens if they do– for that matter, he doesn’t even know when they are, as the Doctor explained she couldn’t risk him returning to his timeline and screwing up the newly-fixed timeline– but he trusts the Doctor enough to believe that she wouldn’t sabotage the ship for no reason.
Which is how they came to be here, at this junction, him with his medical tricorder trying to look important and busy, and her in hastily-procured engineering red with her entire upper-body hidden in something important vitally important to the ship’s warp core function. At least the view isn’t bad.
That’s where they hit their snag, in the form of Captain James T. Kirk walking directly towards them. He already has his radar out in the presence of a pair of good-looking legs. Bones can almost imagine a comical Hel-lo! thought bubble coming out of his head; he squashes the thought in favour of more pressing matters, like kicking the Doctor’s shin to get her attention. “Problem,” he hisses.
The Doctor makes an extremely grumpy noise and pokes her head out of the junction long enough to take in the Captain coming their way. “Kiss him.”
Bones chokes, and attempts to hide the reaction with a subtle coughing fit. “Have you gone insane?”
“We can’t have him asking questions.” And of course, she hasn’t even bothered to look at him. Her head’s still stuck in the damn panels, so she can’t get the full effect of the extremely disbelieving and pissed off stare he’s aiming at her elbow. “Go on,” she says, “it’ll be fun!”
Which is how, when Jim finally gets close enough to start asking awkward questions, like Who’s that? or What are you doing down here?, Bones finds himself grabbing his best friend by the shoulders and dragging him close enough to force their lips together.
The hell of it is, Jim is a damn good kisser, which Bones never suspected because it’s not like he’s ever thought about this or anything, but makes sense. By the time his brain starts working again, the Doctor is standing behind him, arms crossed and eyeing him with that go on, then, it’s not like the universe is in danger or anything face, so he lets go and stutters out something about having to go do something very important in Sick Bay and runs full-tilt for the TARDIS.
The Doctor, left behind, just shrugs one shoulder at Jim and mouths ‘Men. What can you do?’ before strolling after him, casual as you please. “Some people,” she murmurs idly, “have no sense of dignity.”
Community:
theatrical_musePrompt: 294 - Passing
Word count: 625
Author's note:
do_it_in_three was going to get a trailer for his guest appearance, but instead all he gets is this author's note. curedrainydays doesn't get anything because he's mine.
