A/N: Written for first day, meaning September 10, of jim_and_bones comment!fic challenge. Since I wrote more than one comment!fic on some days, I will try to post them the same way in this little colletion. I think you will see this more in your alerts now - sorry about cramming your mailbox space!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but this silly piece of writing.
He's the guy who's the talk of the town
This, thought Jim, would be a scene more fitting a western movie than a real life episode. Still, part of him imagined the camera work - first, it would be both of them looking at each other, then shot at Leonard's eyes, serious and slightly sheepish, then his eyes, sparkling blue and with touch of wonder in them...
That's when Leonard looks away from him, pretending to find something really interesting behind the window glass of the cops' car.
Funny.
It's usually him looking anywhere but at Leonard, Leonard scowling at him and grumbling about idiots who should know better. Now, they are sitting at the back of cops car, carried towards the nearest police station, Bones silent and unwilling to look at him, while he, Jim, can't stop thinking about western movies.
The car stops, and a cop opens the door, telling them to get our and follow him. They follow him to the station without any trouble, allowing themselves to be locked in the cell, waiting for someone to pay the fine they got for fighting.
Jim can't help but allow his mind return to the reason of their presence here. They were at the bar, minding their own business, when there was this idiot behind them, saying something he and his sycophants found very funny... He was prepared to ignore them, but Bones? Bones looked as if someone stabbed him with a needle as he heard the idiot's remarks and before anyone could be any wiser, he had been in the idiot's face.
Quite literaly, Jim could add.
Soon, the whole place had been either fighting or trying to stay out of reach of those who fought; Jim joining in only to beat some guys who thought it would be fun to gang on Bones, who had been fighting the original idiot. The bar owner was, unsurprisingly, rather unhappy about what was happening in his bar, calling cops after them pretty quickly.
Bones still refused to look at him, so Jim decided to find something to do to pass the time before someone, most probably Spock, will get them out. He started to whistle quietly, noticing how Bones' ears perked at the melody he whistled. All The Way Trinity.
"He's the guy who's the talk of the town, always takes his time..." hummed Jim, watching from the corner of his eye how Bones little by little turned his gaze at him, as the song progressed, even joining in whistling the melody.
"I didn't know you liked spaghetti western movies, kid," grumbled Bones when the song ended.
"I didn't know you actually started fights, Bones," retorted Jim. "Really, Bones, usually it's me getting in trouble and youchewing me for that."
Bones was quiet for a moment before he suggested off-handedly: "Well, everything is for the first time, once."
"That's true," asnwered Jim quietly. "This was the first time someone stood up to me."
Before Bones can say anything, there's the police officer at the door, placing a key in the lock. "Well, gentlemen, looks like your cavalry is here to get you out. Try to stay out of trouble next time."
"Will do, officer," grumbled Bones.
The officer gave Jim a smile as Bones exited the cell first. A soft whistle, carrying the tune of All Way To Trinity, followed them outside, bringing smirks to both their faces.
A/N: I blame Terence Hill and Bud Spencer for this. All Way To Trinity melody owns my soul.