Ok, this isn't looked over by anyone. I'm no native speaker and I'm tired as hell, so this will be full of mistakes, but this is a birthday present to the most wonderful friend you can have.
Enjoy it darling! Every one else: I don't care... ;)
It's Kirk/Bones. Just because Bones is so damn hot!
And of course you know: this doesn't belong to me and so on
1
Mrs. Dana Ottman sighed. She loved being a teacher and working with kids but she hated those parent-teacher conferences profoundly. She entertained the thought of skipping the event and just putting a hologram of herself there repeating the same sentence with a stoic smile over and over again:
„Yes, I am the teacher and it is my fault that your child behaves like a little piece of shit at home."
At least that was the opinion of all those supermoms and superdads who gave their misbehaving kids into custody of the Iowa Riverside Starfleet Elementary with the main focus on maladjusted kids and youths. It was Dana's rockhard belief that in most cases the parents were the problem not the kids.
Only twenty minutes were left before she had to leave her office. With another sigh she lifted the cup of coffee from the table and wanted to take a long sip when she heard a rumble in the corridor, a man swearing like a sailor and then a young man laughing openheartedly. That laughter... she could have sworn she knew that voice.
Not a second later the door to her office was pushed open and a young blond with piercing blue eyes stormed in two other men following him inside the small room.
„Hi, Mrs. Ottman!" the blond in a Starfleet Captain's uniform beamed at Dana with a 1000 Watt smile. „Did you miss me?"
Dana Ottman stared at the young Captain before she put her cup down again.
„And I thought 5 years of my life with you would have been enough for the rest of my entire being."
That statement earned her another dashing smile.
„Didn't I tell you, Spock, that she's just like Bones? She's the same type of a grumpy motherhen."
„I'm a dcotor..." „I'm a teacher..." „...not a motherhen!" Dana and one of the Captain's companions answered unanimously.
„There is indeed an anstonishing resemblence in their verbal terminology." The other young man in a blue science uniform answered. His hair was black and sleek with an accurate haircut. And even without noticing the pointed ears Dana would have recognized him by his phrasing as a Vulcan.
„So you must be Commander Spock of the U.S.S. Enterprise." Dana said, not offering her hand because she knew of the Vulcan discomfort of being touched. The said officer inclined his head in agreement. Dana turned around to examine the other man who had spoken with her at the same time. He was tall, with broad shoulders and brown hair. His lips were tightly pressed together and gave him a slightly grim and bitter aura, but his hazel eyes were filled with a mixture of warmth and hurt as he watched the blond teasing him. Dana Ottman didn't have to ask who this man was. The picture of these three absolutely handsome men was ever so present in the media since their rescue of planet Earth five years ago. So they had come back from their five year mission in one piece. Still she felt the need to support the young Doctor standing there miserably like left out of a joke between his friends. What a strange constellation this trio is, Dana thought.
„And you are?" she smiled.
„That's Bones!" James T. Kirk chimed in. The adressed man sighed but took a step forward and extended a hand to Dana.
„I'm Dr. Leonard McCoy." he offered.
„Just call him Bones, Mrs. Ottman. We all do." Jim tried again.
„It's a pleasure to meet you, Leonard." Dana ignored the Captain. McCoys handshake was strong and confident. She took an immediate liking to the young Doctor. „My daughter Kathryn will be so envious when I tell her I met you. You're a real eye-candy." she winked and even took a greater liking to the man as he blushed and coughed sheepishly.
„Yes, he is." young Kirk laughed and Dana could see the good Doctor blush now fiercely. Interesting, she thought, so even you can't withstand the charisma of a certain Prince Charming.
„And what about me?" Jim whined.
Finally Dana turned around and opened her arms for a hug. „Come here, you hoodlum."
The Captain of the U.S.S. Enterprise grinned goofily, resembling more a teenage boy than a highly praised officer of Starfleet and returned the hug wildly.
„It's so good to see you, Mrs. Ottman."
„Thank you very much, Jimmy. But tell me one thing. What is the commandig staff of the famous U.S.S. Enterprise doing in my office in Riverside, Iowa?"
Jim shrugged. „We had some time off while the Enterprise is in the dock for a checkup. I decided it was a good opportunity to show the guys my hometown and to visit my favourite teacher ever."
„I'm touched, Jimmy. But your favourite teacher ever? Hasn't there been at least one good teacher at Starfleet Academy?"
Leonard McCoy snorted and Spock stiffened noticeably.
„Nah... skipped most of the classes." Jim shrugged.
„Or cheated." McCoy added.
„So you didn't change a bit." Dana smiled. „Still the reckless, unruly pighead."
Kirk laughed. „That's why I keep those guys around. He's the brain..." he pointed at Spock. „And Bones patches me up every time I didn't listen to Spock."
„I had to patch you up long before there was a Spock trying to talk sense into that emptiness between your ears." the young doctor mumbled and Dana Ottman was astonished by the level of protectiveness and admiration his eyes betrayed as he looked at the younger man. If it hadn't been her job to watch people or kids closely she would have missed the small sigh and the longing that was there as well.
„I'm very sorry, Jimmy, but I have to leave for the partens-teacher conference."
„But you're going to dinner with us, don't you?" Jim sounded really disappointed.
There it was. The perfect excuse to leave the conference early.
„Give me one hour, Jimmy."
The Captain clapped his hands. „Excellent! We'll pick you up at 1940."
Without awaiting another reply the blond turned around shooing Spock out and putting his arm around the Doctor he called Bones. Dana saw Leonard flinch the slightest of moments but than giving in into the touch with a small sigh.
That evening promised to become really interesting, she thought.
tbc
