Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this. Star Trek is owned by J.J. Abrams and Gene Roddenberry.
Life was quiet for us. Quiet in a way that was almost uninteresting.
We were nearly inseparable, Jim and I. He started calling me Bones, and it's because I stated "I was left with nothing but my bones." Bad idea. But I've been called worse, so I put up with it.
Anyways, this particular story starts when one day in mid October, I came back to the dorm after classes. When I opened the door, Jim, who was sitting on his bed, quickly shoved something under his bedcovers. I thought nothing of it-he could have his secrets if he wanted to.
It was a frequent thing after that. I would return to the room after class, and Jim would hide something under his blankets.
Then one day, when I got back to the room, Jim was immersed in a drawing.
It wasn't a surprising thing, since Jim was a fantastic artist, and he loved to draw. Only, there was something different about him that day. He was wearing a pair of extremely thick glasses.
For some reason that didn't surprise me much, so I just went on like I usually did.
I slammed the door behind me, and Jim jumped with a small yelp.
I dumped my bag on my bed, and Jim looked up at me, spluttering, and trying to fix his glasses.
I changed into a pair of sweats and a t-shirt.
"What, kid?" I asked Jim, who had been staring at me.
"N-nothing!" He stuttered.
"Then stop starin' at me with your big bug-eyes." I said, settling down with a book.
It was quiet for a little bit, and I was getting absorbed in my book when…
"Don't you wanna know why I need them?"
I slammed my book closed.
"God dammit, Jim! You're blind as a bat, and allergic to the one medication on Earth that could help with the procedure that could fix your eyes." I said.
He gave me a stunned look.
"How did you…?"
I pinched the bridge of my nose.
"Because I have to be the one in this picture to know what you're allergic to, because you don't." I sighed.
Jim raised his eyebrow.
"Really?" He asked, "What foods am I allergic to?"
I thought for a moment, running through his list of allergies through my head.
"Peanuts, soy, pineapple, an' dairy products. An' limes." I ticked each one off on my fingers.
He crossed his arms.
"That could be creepy to some people, you do know that, right Bones?"
"Dammit, Jim! I'm a doctor, not a stalker!"
Jim chuckled at that, and had to dodge a flying dictionary.