A Star Trek Fiction
"James Tiberius Kirk and Leonard McCoy, a.k.a. Bones, the perfect duo. They complete each other, plus they provide loads of entertainment."
Waking Up is a Pain
5xs Jim woke up Bones & 5xs Bones woke up Jim
Story 7: Sometimes
Jim was never much of 'on time' person, which is quite unfortunate because a certain First Officer is, and that First Officer so happens to be Spock, and Spock knows exactly where to find the Captain, that place being his quarters.
The Captain is leaning back in his bed, staring at the massive pile of reports, contracts, and permission papers. It's overwhelming. Dread is starting to nag at his mind, he should've done it sooner, or right now, but he really doesn't want to. Well until his PADD goes off, the alert sound sending him three feet into the air with his eyes bugging out.
"God, that made me flip." Jim mutters and snatches the PADD up and sees Spock's message.
It appears that you have not fulfilled your duties as Captain, for there is exactly 14 days of paperwork still waiting for your approval. By regulations and by my own accord, I am going to your quarters at exactly 0100 hours to check on your progress. Please Captain, do not test me, get the work done.
- First Officer Spock
"Shit." Jim breathes, tossing the PADD off to the side.
He checks the time; he has an hour before Spock barges into his room. Jim rolls his eyes, screw it, he's tired, plus he hasn't taken a shower yet.
With a heavy sigh, Jim jumps into the shower and takes his sweet time, burning up forty minutes. When he finally does walk out of the bathroom, only wearing a pair of boxers, he's startled by the time.
"Twenty minutes? Damn it." Jim grumbles, walking over to his dresser to slip on some sweats and a black t-shirt.
"Alright, might as well start." Jim groans, scooping up some reports and plopping down on his bed, picking a pen up from the ground.
Jim picks out one report and starts to read, but instantly gets distracted by clicking the pen. Eventually he's holding three pens and he's juggling them, ignoring the reports on his lap. When one of the pens accidentally hits him in the face, he pauses, realizing that he's wasted ten minutes doing nothing.
Cursing at himself he grabs the same paper (Bones himself recommended paper because he gets easily distracted on the devices, usually ending up playing a game instead of actually signing off on them) and begins to read again, making sure to keep the pens out of sight. But he notices the fact that the paper is slightly bent. With a smirk, Jim straightens the paper before continuing to fold it into a paper airplane. Once satisfied with the design, Jim throws it across the room, watching it sail through the room.
Excited Jim recollects the plane, tossing it around for quite some time until he crashes it straight into his clock, reminding him of his nearing deadline.
"Oh my god Spock is going to kill me!" Jim exclaims, seeing the time being twelve fifty-eight.
He has exactly two minutes until the Vulcan's arrival and god be damned if the Vulcan shows up late, there's no way in the entire universe would Spock ever show up late to something he set up, especially when it comes to Jim.
Heart pounding, Jim leaps from his bed and rushes out the door, praying to god that he doesn't run into the Vulcan bastard during his escape.
Jim runs through the halls, not knowing where to go, but letting his feet guide him through the tired crewmen.
The Captain stops when he reaches Bones' room. The Vulcan would never dare wake Bones from his slumber; the man would kill a crazed bear if it woke him from his beauty sleep. But Jim is in luck; somehow he has tamed the beast named Leonard McCoy.
With a devilish smile he punches in his code and walks inside, making sure the door shuts behind himself.
"Damn it Jim, out!" Bones grumbles, sitting upright in his bed, rubbing the sleep from his weary eyes.
"Bones how the hell…?" Jim says, shaking his head and mouth gaping.
"Jim, only one person would ever barge into my room unannounced and that person being you. Plus I've trained myself to be a light sleeper; you tend to send off distress signals in the middle of the night. Gotta be awake when those go off." Bones explains and then sinks back down into his comfortable sheets, ignoring Jim's annoyed snort.
"Why are you here anyways?" Bones growls, throwing the blanket back over himself.
"Uhh Spock is coming to my quarters to check on me." Jim replies and hops into bed with the Doctor.
Bones doesn't even bother to push the kid off, it's pointless, once you have a Jim, you have him for life.
"Why? What'd you do this time?" Bones asks, letting Jim slip into the sheets beside him.
"I may be overdue for some paperwork." Jim chuckles, getting nice and snug in Bones' blankets.
Bones rolls his eyes and snorts, "Typical."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Jim inquires, glaring at Bones.
"Because sometimes Jim, sometimes." Bones laughs and ignores the kid's complaints, falling back asleep.