De!aged Bones being absolutely smitten with Spock.
I need to get
my writing mojo going and kill some time! Send me a ship or a character, and a
word (or an au) and I’ll write a 500-1000 word drabble for it.
Okay, it’s more like Bones the shameless, awful flirt (and I shamelessly reused some of Jim’s lines), but it’s implied that he’s smitten. This was fun, enjoy!
Jim has never seen Spock look so utterly lost
before, and it takes almost all of his self-control not to burst out laughing
at the look on his First Officer’s face.
“Captain,” Spock’s voice is cool, and calm in the
way that it only is when something’s upset him but he’s trying to pretend he’s
above having an emotional reaction. “What exactly happened to Le- Doctor McCoy?”
His eyes track Bones’ movements as he wanders around the bridge, poking his
nose into everything as if he’s never been on a star ship before – which technically
“Well see, there was this plant.” Which Jim should
have commed the bridge about, or medical, or something, but he just couldn’t
pass up this opportunity.
Spock doesn’t say anything. He stares straight at
Jim and lifts an eloquent eyebrow, demanding more information without actually
throwing a hissy-fit out loud.
“And apparently the pollen somehow effects the age
of cells. And Bones, well, he kind of fell into a whole clump of them, got
covered in the stuff, and inhaled a bunch too. Then-” he gestures towards
Bones, who is currently engaged in a fun game of flirting with Uhura.
He still looks like Bones, but he doesn’t at the
same time. Not only is he younger, with long hair and a ridiculous little mustache
and neatly trimmed beard, but he lacks a certain cynical air that Bones always
carries around with him. The man is Jim’s best friend, but he seriously needs
to lighten up, like all the time. This Bones doesn’t have that problem at all.
“Hey there, Captain Kirk,” Bones’ voice is all
southern twang, and it’s a real shame he’s already in a relationship, because
Jim would do things to hear that every day. “And hello there, stranger!”
Bones’ eyes light up as they land on Spock and he winks, actually winks
at the Vulcan.
Jim snorts, and has to bite the inside of his
cheek, once again, to stop himself from laughing.
Spock clearly doesn’t know what to do with this
much younger Leonard McCoy who hasn’t been screwed over by the world just yet.
He looks like he’s been cornered by three Gorn’s, and is trying to decide which
one offers the quickest death.
“Greetings,” Spock manages a surprisingly neutral
“I’m Leonard McCoy,” Bones thrusts a hand directly
at Spock, who, as usual, doesn’t know what to do with the thing. “But you, darlin’,
can call me Leo.” He winks again. “If I said you had a beautiful body, would
you hold it against me?” he drawls suggestively and Jim almost draws blood with
how hard he has to bite his cheek to keep his laughter contained.
“K-Kirk to Medical,” he chuckles into the comm,
keeping one eye on Spock and Bones, thanking every possible power for his
amazing luck that he actually gets to watch this happen. “Nurse Chapel, would
you mind coming to the Bridge to collect our CMO? He’s ah…regressed, and I’d
like you to give him a physical to make sure there’s no other, harmful,
“Can Mr. Spock give me that physical?” Bones pipes
up, his eyes running appreciatively over Spock as a little smirk dances across
his lips. “I wouldn’t mind him checkin’ me all over.”
Uhura coughs; Chekov squeaks; and Sulu doesn’t even
try to hide his laughter.
“I am not a medical doctor.” Somehow Spock manages
to keep his composure, even in the face of a clearly smitten Leonard McCoy. “It
would be best if you allowed your medical staff to handle that.”
“Shame,” Bones sighs dramatically, shoving his
hands into his pockets. “I’d rather hoped to have you handlin’ me.”
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date: june 26th time: 10:33am location: little river park status: open
Manicured nails skimmed through the stack of adverts residing in her arms, the pile barely feeling lighter than it did two hours ago. She’s always had a way with words. Her tongue’s ability to craft phrases evoking intense emotions from others has forever been a talent of the girl’s. It’s no wonder the animal shelter Elizabeth has been volunteering at for the past three years has deemed her their official unpaid spokesperson. Doe eyes capable of sprouting tears on command while discussing the adversities stray kittens in Hermosa have to endure is a rare feat. Her fliers are usually gone and donation cup overflowing within two hours at Little River Park, but on this particular Monday morning the hundreds of passerby’s she’s observed were far from interested. The usual sun kissed flesh residing on her face was replaced with the blush of summer – a burn slowly but surely making its way down to her neck.
The generally serene girl is replaced with one who has known nothing but annoyance as no one seems to care about the pets in need as much as she does. Huffing a stray girl from her face, she crosses her arm, slightly wrinkling the papers underneath her firm grasp. The displeasure is soon replaced with determination as she’s decided that in order to receive at least two-hundred dollars in donations within the next hour, she’s going to have to be a little more confrontational. Brows furrowed and lips turned into a pout, Elizabeth makes her way directly in the path of the pedestrians walking by. Approaching a middle-aged woman jogging alongside her pooch, she strides in front of the two, stopping them. “I can see you’re an animal lover.” She mentions to the blonde woman, currently jogging in place. Receiving no response, she continues. “If so, how can you live with yourself knowing there are hundreds of animals even more precious your pure-bred puppy who are dying of starvation, heart worms, and many other avoidable illnesses, all which could be solved with the help of a small donation no more than five dollars?” Liz mentions to the unsuspecting woman, thrusting a flier into her hands. “Have a nice day!”
The tactic of preying on one’s sympathy may be a bit sadistic, but it’s proven to work through the means of commercials consisting of sad animals paired with emotional country music. Flies are starting to swarm Elizabeth as she wipes the beads of sweat forming on her forehead with the back of her hand, pondering how she really would rather be anywhere else in the world right now. However, the cause she’s fighting for is much larger than her own desires. The search for another being to enlighten is cut short as a body passes right by her, their shoulders just barely missing. A pastel acrylic taps them on the nape of the neck as they’re greeted by an ivory smile and voice raised an octave to emphasize the apparently lacking enthusiasm. “Hi! Are you interested in being educated about the immense yet preventable hardships hundreds of thousands of animals across the country are currently being forced to face?”
The spirit bounded casually along the tops of the buildings, taking in the sights. Sure, it could definitely be a little cooler - summer was not his favorite season - but he supposed he could deal with it. Plus, well, Jack admitted that he was immensely curious about this city because of the recent rumors that had been floating around. Not long ago, the place had been immersed in ‘eternal winter’ but obviously no one knew what 'eternal’ actually meant, because there wasn’t even any frost to be seen except for what he left in his wake, which didn’t really count considering it melted almost instantaneously in the heat.
Launching up into the air, the wind caught him, carrying him closer to the castle which had been his destination until he’d gotten distracted. A few children caught sight of him and pointed excitedly, much to Jack’s delight. It was still such a new thing that it always made him giddy, and if he was honest, Jack would probably never get over being spotted. They probably believed in him because of the Queen’s little power reveal, but that was alright with him - mostly.
Jack didn’t like to be shown up, after all.
He landed lightly at the open gates, eyes taking in all the new sights as he wandered inside without any hindrance. Even if the guards could see him, which Jack highly doubted, they wouldn’t have stopped him anyways because of Arendelle’s new open gate policy. ❝Y'know, this is the first time I think I’ve ever actually been in a castle. It’s kinda nice.❞ The spirit wasn’t talking to anyone in particular, just aloud to himself, but it was a habit that he’d picked up after 300 years of isolation and it was definitely going to be hard to break.