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Okay...off with it, Jim.
What, Bones?
Y'know what. Your shirt. I know, ya hate physicals, but come on...oh.
Yeah. I...won't say what this time.
Well maybe I will. What is this?
It's a...bite, Bones.
Yeah I can see that. But what kinda bite? It looks...human.
Ah...not exactly.
Oh? Oh. I see.
Do you?
Oh, I think so. Ain't many things on this ship that bite like a human...and you don't have a pet. Do you?
No, Bones. I mean...well, no.
Didya have to laugh when you said that?
No, I didn't. Sorry.
No, you're not.
No, I'm not. Not really. But I'm sorry for...making you uncomfortable.
Huh. That's somethin', anyway. Speaking of discomfort--Spock bit you?
Yes. Yes, he did.
And why, may I ask?
Because I...asked him to.
Aha.
Yeah.
Well. I dunno what to say.
I know. Neither do I.
Okay...well, other than that--you check out fine, Jim boy. Just fine. Even the bite looks pretty good. I see you been treatin' it.
Oh, I have. You've trained me well.
Good. Good. Well, that's it, then. I guess you're free to go.
Thanks, Bones. And thanks for...not making a big deal out of this.
Yeah. Okay--shirt back on and back to the store, Captain.
Aye aye, Doctor. Bye, Bones. See you next shift.
Sure thing. Wait...Jim?
Yes?
I thoughta somethin' to say.
You did?
Yeah. I'm glad you're...happy, Jim. I really am.
Thank you...thank you, Bones. That...that means a lot, to me. To both of us.
Well...I'm glad. You mean a lot to me. You both do. I hope you know that.
I...I do. We do. Thanks. You mean a lot to us. So does your support.
Well, you got that. Got it for good. And I can see how much you mean to each other, so.
So, how can I not support this? You got my blessin', m'boy.
Oh, Bones...
Jesus, Jim...never seen you blush like that before. Not over a man. Well, I s'pose I shouldn't be surprised. Get out of here, now. Go find Spock. Just promise me--you'll be careful. And...keep the bacitracin handy, boys.
I promise. On both counts.
Dammit, there's that laugh again!
Sorry, Bones. Really. Well...I'll see you later.
I'll be here. Havin' a good stiff drink.
*******
Spock?
Yes?
Got a minute?
For you, t'hy'la, more.
Good. Well, my physical was...interesting.
Of that I am already certain.
Bones found the bite.
Of course.
Yeah.
And was it...'okay'? As you would say. Is he 'okay'?
I think so. But next time...I don't know, Mister Spock.
Next time, Sir?
Those other things...that we want to try. They leave marks, too.
Indeed. Whatever shall we do, Captain?
First, call me Jim.
And second?
Love bite me again.
Mycroft Holmes
December 17 2003 / 22 Kislev 5764