A/N: Short piece written for May 01 daily Jim & Bones Daily post at jim_and_bones community at LiveJournal. Some 'come hither' Jim and 'no way I'm moving from this place' Bones, aww. *swoons* Add some Shakespeare, sugar high and exam period coming into the mix and you get this.

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Come Hither

"C'mon, Bones, I get it that you suffer from aviophobia - but that's what the therapy should help you with. Now all you need is to pass the flight exam with flying colours and we are off our merry way to summer break," said Jim patiently.

They had been in front of that damned shuttle for about half an hour and Bones stil refused to come even close to that damn thing.

"No," replied Bones, his eyes tightly shut, as he held the seat of Jim's new motorbike tightly. "I'm rather comfortable where I am, thank you very much."

"Leonard," said Jim slowly, his voice getting a serious undertone in it. "You need to get off that seat, enter the shuttle, sit down, fasten the seatbelt and take the flight to the training facility on the East Coast to get the credits you need to pass in the final year."

"No," repeated Bones, clinging to the seat even tighter than before. Jim looked ready to tear him away from the seat and drag him into the shuttle, when the serious look in his eyes turned teasing.

Come hither, come hither, come hither! Here shall he see no enemy but winter and rough weather, he recited, beckoning Leonard to come closer - and as a cobra following the movements of a serpent charmer, Leonard found himself letting go of the seat and walking towards Jim.

Jim led him through the shuttle doors, his arm around his shoulder, keeping him from dashing away, while his voice whispered another stanza of the poem:

All together here
And loves to live i' the sun,
Seeking the food he eats
And pleased with what he gets,
Come hither, come hither, come hither:
Here shall he see No enemy
But winter and rough weather.

The seatbelt was fastened quicker than the poem was finished. Bones held on the armrest in grip so tight that his knuckles turned white. Flying. He just hated it so very much - they didn't even need to put him in a shuttle about to take off. Jim's breath caressed his ear when the shuttle moved towards the skies, the words washing over him in hushed tones, slowly making their way into his ear.

O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O, stay and hear; your true love's coming,
That can sing both high and low.

By merciful God, make it low, make. It. Low! He couldn't stomach his breakfast that morning - any thought of his rushed toward the flight, and that made his stomach make flip-flaps in his enterocoele - which was anatomicaly impossible, but tell it to his stomach. And even then, his empty stomach was lurching at the thought of shuttle flying above the to-the-God-honest Earth.

Trip no further, pretty sweeting;
Journeys end in lovers meeting,
Every wise man's son doth know.

Jim was obviously getting kick of it, Leonard decided. Because who the hell would quote Shakespeare in moments when they could die of small hole in the shuttle's plating stealing their valuable air away? But goddamit, he chose his favourite play; Twelfth Night. Almost against his will he muttered:

"Excellent good, i' faith."

"Good, good..." Jim replied from the script before he continued.

What is love? 'T is not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure.
In delay there lies no plenty,
Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty,
Youth's a stuff will not endure.

Sweet and twenty... Sweet and twenty... Well, Jim definitely kissed him more then twenty times - but it was difficult to count kisses right now, his head spinning with air-sickness, palms wet with sweat. Gently, oh so gently Jim pried one of these palms from the armrest, taking it into his, caressing the abused fingers.

Leonard didn't really notice they landed on honest ground again - but he damn well remembered that he will have to take Jim to theatre to some honest-to-God Shakespearean play.

Just to be sure Jim didn't repeated himself the next time they have to take flight, that's it.