A/N: This was written as another Lurker!Bones piece, this time for the notice of Word Wars on 7th July. Yeps. Lurker!Bones strikes when you least expect it :D
Disclaimer: I own nothing but this silly piece of writing.
This is WAR!
Bones was sitting by his commputer, spending the last few hours by engaging in typing sprees, followed by long silences, where he would stare at the screen and chew on his lip.
"What are you doing, Bones?" asked Jim, during one of the silence periods, a bit worried about the other man. It was rather unusual for him to scowl like that, unless it had been something related to stupid self-inflicted injury, Jocelyn or fucked up away missions. Or shuttle rides.
"Be quiet, Jim," grumbled Bones, "I'm trying to take part in these word wars and every time I'm almost winning, someone else steals my thunder, dammit."
"Oh, really?" These word wars really caught Jim's interest. Bones only rarely participated in anything fandom related (well, apart from the de-lurking challenges, friendly posts or occasional comment). What were these wars about?
Soon, he found himself by his own computer terminal, in exact the same state as Bones - typing sprees followed by silence, during which he exchanged long looks with Bones, both their stares full of determination and silent promises.
There will be no backing down. Because this. Is. War.