Ok, so this is the first story we have ever posted, but hopefully you have as much fun reading it as we had writing it. This was originally a series of emails between me and my best friend that took on a life of their own and we decided that others needed to be included in our insanity. It's crackish (so if that's not your thing, get out NOW!), but it does have a plot.
DISCLAIMER: No, we don't own Star Trek and all of the awesomeness it encompasses... One day, one day...
AGE BEFORE BEAUTY
Chapter 1
Jim skipped around merrily, singing a little tune he had made up. "We're going on shore leave! We're going on shore leave!" Bones rolled his eyes at his friend's antics.
He looked at Spock, eyebrow raised. "I'm not going with him on this one. That's way too much responsibility."
"Doctor, I never go on these leaves. I have more important things to do than traipse through the woods with an overly excited Jim."
Jim stopped his song briefly to say. "You know you love me when I'm overly excited."
Bones and Spock ignored him and he went back to singing his song. Bones turned to Spock, "Damn it man, I'm a doctor not a babysitter!"
Jim again stopped singing, this time hooking his arms into both Bones and Spock's. "Stop arguing over me boys, because you both are coming. That's an order!"
"Jim! Wait!" Bones yelled as he was dragged to the transporter room by his captain.
"What?" Jim cried in exasperation as he stopped in the middle of the hallway-causing several ensigns to narrowly avoid bumping into them. Spock nodded his head in acknowledgement to the ensigns as he followed the Captain and CMO through the hallway.
"You still haven't told us where shore leave is!"
"Oh that..." Jim scoffed as he continued down the hall with Spock following behind them.
"Yes, that!" The trio had made their way to the transporter room and Jim stopped upon entering, as if searching for something.
"Jim, are these the items that you are looking for?" Spock gestured to three extended hiking backpacks. Bones looked upon them in confusion.
"What the hell are those?"
"Backpacks, Doctor."
"No shit, Sherlock! But why do we have them?"
Jim took the packs and handed them to Spock; He then returned to Bones' side and pulled him onto the transporter pad.
"Where are we going, Jim?"
Jim looked to Bones and smiled as they began to energize. "Camping."
"WHAT THE FU-" Bones was cut off by the transporter.
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