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It was another quiet weekday night. Jim was laying on his bed drawing Bones, who was sitting on his bed writing a letter to his daughter Joanna.
Dear Princess,
How's daddy's little girl? Being a little angel, I expect. It's really quiet right now. My room mate Jim is drawing me, and I'm trying not to move to much. It's harder than you'd think. My nose itches, but I can't scratch it. It almost hurts.
Anyways, how is school going? Still in third grade, or have you skipped ahead again? All of your classmates treating you well?
Is your mother treating you well? I hope so. If not, I'll have to go out there and get you before Christmas, and bring you back out here to San Fran! How would you like that? There's an ocean right here… Naw, I couldn't bring you away from all your friends…
It's getting late now, and I have to get up early in the morning, and I'm thinking of moseying to bed. Be a good little peach until I get there (11 days), and do what your mother tells you. I love you
From,
Daddy
Bones sighed, folded the paper, and stuck it in the envelope. He wished he could see his daughter more often than 3 times a year, but the ex had somehow convinced everyone that he was a drunk, and he couldn't take care of a child. Massive lies. Jocelyn was the one constantly drunk, but of course nobody ever believes Leonard McCoy.
Jim had finished drawing him, and the youthful blonde was stretched out on his bed, gazing out the window.
"What're you thinking' about, Kid?" Bones asked.
Jim looked at him.
"I'm wondering. Where my mother is, what my brother's doing."
"Oh."
We sat in silence after that. The brunette looked over at the younger a while later, and saw he was asleep.
Bones smiled. He got up, and switched off the light, before settling into his own bed, longing for someone to share it with.
A/N: And after a long wait, another chapter! R&R!