they ain't mine. enough said.
found this on my hard drive. decided "heck with it, let's post it." so here ya go.
The rubber chicken started out as a gag gift during the Academy years. It was Christmas of their first year and Bones was in a bad mood. Well, bad was too light a word for the grumpy snarly utter-pissed-at-the-world mood the doctor was in. Jim had been looking around in this little store tucked away in the depths of San Francisco, searching for something non-alcoholic to help distract Bones when he found the yellow bird. One of those crazy ideas that will make his future crew love him and the admiralty hope he'll never procreate because they don't want to deal with more Kirks hit him with the speed of a starship at warp 10. A wicked grin spread across his face as his blue eyes got that particular gleam of madness and genius wrapped up in one awesome package.
December 21st came along, Bones getting more and more angry and depressed. He had been shaken awake by his annoying blond room-mate and pushed into the bathroom. A bit of revenge arrived in the form of a detox hangover-cure hypo hitting McCoy in the neck, Jim smirking at the doctor's snarls. Orders to shower and dress thrown at him, the older man was left staring at the bathroom door as a far-too-cheerful Kirk scamper out. Since he was already up, Bones obeyed and emerged to see a grinning Jim waiting for him with a package, the colorfully-wrapped box shoved into the doctor's hands.
"What's this?"
"Early Christmas gift. Open it."
Bones watched the blond bouncing in front of him, then warily unwrapped the gift. The box held the rubber chicken in all it's yellow glory, its flabby wings holding a scrap of paper. "Look outside." He read aloud.
Jim nodded, practically bursting with glee.
"What the hell is outside?" The doctor demanded, not sure he wanted to know what the nutcase had planned.
"A very special lady. Go on, she won't bite."
"Jim -"
"Go open the door, Bones."
Fearing he would regret it, Bones slowly walked to the door of the dorm. Taking a deep breath to try to prepare himself, he triggered the switch.
"Surprise!" A female voice exclaimed.
"Joanna?"
"Merry Christmas, Daddy!" The little girl leapt at her father, her arms wrapping around his waist. "Did we surprise you?"
Broken out of his shock, McCoy scooped up his baby girl and held her close. "You most certainly did." Turning to his friend, he could only shake his head incredulously and ask, "How?"
Jim was grinning like a loon, proud and pleased. "I may have contacted a few people and set up a few things so a certain female dog would not be in a position to take care of your daughter for the next week or so. Court orders and everything. And it may nudge said courts into finding her an unsuitable person to care for a child. Not that she needs the help in that regard. End result, Jo-Jo Bean here is yours for the rest of our winter break. Just let me grab my bag and the place is all yours."
"Wait, what?" Bones reached out and caught the blond's arm. "Where do you think you're going?"
"A hotel or something. I'll find a place." Jim shrugged, a grin on his lips but not quite reaching his eyes. "Christmas is for family."
"And you're family, dang it." Turning to the girl on his hip, Bones asked, "Sweetpea, do you want Uncle Jim to have Christmas with us?"
"Yes!" The child cried out, nodding ferociously. "You said he is your brother, so he's family. Don't you wanna play tea party and read the Santa book and bake cookies with me, Uncle Jim?"
"Yeah, Jim." Bones' tone was playful but his hazel eyes were sincere. "Don't wanna disappoint your favorite niece, now do ya?"
Blue eyes stared at father and daughter, then a shy smile crept across Jim's face. "I guess I can stick around."
"Good. Now grab her luggage." The doctor turned away, pretending not to see the extra moisture in those grateful blue eyes.
and that's all for now.