Hey everyone!!!! Sorry for the lapse in uploads, I had to save this for closer to The Christmas.....that would be a Bones referance to this story by the way! GAWD these two are just to cute, I have so much fun writing them! Also, A huge thank you to all of you who have stared watching my story with last chapters upload! I love you all!!!!
~Yuki-chan
12. Magenta
On the day of The Christmas, McCoy was up before Jim. The blond was waking up once McCoy was out of the shower, trying to get his bearings. It was always a sight to see the young Kirk try to yank himself to coherency.
"Morning sleepy head..." McCoy ruffled Jim's already sleep mused hair and looked out the window at the dark, thick clouds that were casting the room dark enough to need lamp, "We got a lot more snow, I'm getting sick of the stuff...." He sighed, turning away from the frosty pane.
"Getting a little homesick Bones?" Jim yawned hugely, stretching his arms high above his head.
"Nah, just don't like white junk that looks like feather down and feels like the north pole." McCoy replied with a poorly disguised grin, " so...ummm...happy Christmas is it?" He didn't quiet know how to express the tidings of goodwill to his friend.
"That works, people also say Merry Christmas, and a very Merry Christmas to you Bones...oh sweet magical bringer of coffee...." he grinned as a steaming mug was placed into his hands. His smile was one of pure adoration. It made McCoy blush and look away.
"Just get up and get clean, kay?" he grumbled, getting a chime of laughter from the younger man in response. Sometimes he wondered how he put up with the abuse of living with someone so innocently evil.
After Jim was dressed, they went and welcomed back a friend from vacation, then went back to the dorm to hang around until they were tired of waiting to go out to eat. But food always sounded good to them, so that was a hard thing to wait for them.
"Wanna give our presents now?" Jim asked excitedly. He was bouncing on his bed like a five-year-old. He had asked this question at least ten times since they had gotten back. McCoy didn't dare say he wasn't wondering what Jim had picked for him.
"Alright...But, who goes first?" McCoy pulled out his present for Jim, a small, carefully wrapped box. Jim eyed it crazily, then pulled out a slightly large...messily wrapped box, from his drawer set beside his bed.
"You open yours first...I had a battle of wills with the adhesive..." His smile was radiant. This made McCoy laugh as he gingerly plucked the box from Jim's fingers.
It was heavy, and didn't rattle at all, he tired to think of what Jim would have gotten him, and realized he would be excited for anything really, even something as everyday as a new P.A.D.D.
He peeled the flimsy wrap away to reveal a silver box.
"I GOT YOU A BOX!!" Apparently Jim couldn't resisted saying it. Who could. (The author sure couldn't! *gives Jim a thumbs up*)
"***!!! I have always wanted one!" McCoy laughed out loud before loosening the lid. He cast Jim a quick glance to see he was all but sitting on the edge of his bed.
Inside, with McCoy's entails...plus a largely printed Bones below that, was a medical tricorder scanner. Newest issue. Its sleek silver body had a magenta color frame, and was so new it gleamed with a metal finishing coat. McCoy gawked, a huge, smile spreading across his face.
"I thought you'd like it." Jim grinned," I saw it...and it seriously...needed your name written all over it." Jim's cocked eyed smile grew when McCoy looked speechlessly up at him. McCoy didn't even know what to say except for a breathless thank you. He didn't even want to know how much this had cost.
Jim got his present now, and turned it about and even sniffed it before opening it.
"it might be cologne..." He had said at McCoy's puzzled look. The comment got a snort of amusement from the older man.
He peeled away the carfully palced silver film of "paper" to reveal a small jewerly case. And OLD small jewlry case. Jim's eyes got round with excitement as he lifted the lid.
Inside was a small, old wristwatch form the twenty-first century at the earliest. It had to small hands and let out a clicking purr, it was working perfectly. On the little, silver inlayed screen with the numbers of standard time, a picture of the Apollo shuttle gleamed. Jim looked like he might start crying, he set it down carefully, then launched himself at McCoy and hugged him tightly, repeating his thank yous.
The two started laughing and fell off the bed and sprawled onto the floor.
"Dinner time?" McCoy finally got in between their combined giggles.
"HELL YEAH!" Jim shot up to find his shoes. McCoy grinned and followed suite.
