A Star Trek Fiction

"The ultimate duo, the mighty Bones and Jim. With Bones' skills, and Jim's unpredictability, the two are unstoppable, for better or worse."

Secretly a Child at Heart

5xs Jim was Careless & 5xs Jim Cared too Much

Story 9: Reckless

Federation, Starfleet, regulations, Prime Directive, USS Enterprise, Captain, First Officer, Chief Medical Officer, one would think words like these would mean something. Normally they would, but not here, not now and especially not for a certain individual, that individual being, James T. Kirk.

Bones impatiently drums his fingers against the lunch table, watching Jim's crafty gaze switch between his fork full of food and the vulcan's abnormally large forehead. Spock's so tangled up into his 'fascinating' read, that he's hasn't acknowledged the fact that his mighty Captain is about to fling a glob of mashed potatoes at his face. And here he is, watching the scene play out, he quite honestly can't decide whether he should stop Jim or just let it happen. It is after all, part of nature; a Jim Kirk must be a Jim Kirk, no need to try to make him civil.

So with a relaxed sigh, which was held for far too long, he leans back expecting a nice show to unravel before his eyes. But unfortunately for him, his shifty Captain, is sneakier than he originally thought.

Jim is no moron when it comes to reading the Doctor's emotions, and frankly he can read it as plain as day, just like his vulcan friend reading his book about some stupid space voodoo, which he'll only become interested if it ever concerns him. And right now, he can tell the Doctor is far too calm, the man's watching the scene play out before his eyes. Now, this Captain isn't about to let Bones not get any of the action. No, if Bones isn't going to intervene and save his fellow officer from an offensively nasty blob of mashed potatoes to the face, then the old Doctor deserves a surprise as well.

Now this particular Captain has knack for getting ridiculed after these types of situations, but Jim being Jim, doesn't care too much.

With a devilish content gleaming in his blue eyes, Jim readies his second weapon casually, under the watch of Bones' dark brown eyes. Slowly, he rips his bread roll in half and soaks it into the mashed potatoes, making sure to fill the inside. Bones just gazes at him with hawk eyes, his expression suspicious.

Jim doesn't look at his judgy Doctor friend, no, he simply takes a little bite of the bread in his hand, trying to play it cool as he barely manages to swallow down the processed food. He then places his mashed potato bomb on his plate and carefully readies his fork, narrowing his intense glare at the oblivious Spock.

The blond smiles maliciously, "Hey Spock?"

"Yes Capt-" Spock says, peering up from his read, only to be met by an unpredictable blob of runny mashed potatoes on his face.

"Oh no you don't." Bones growls, making eye contact with Jim.

Jim chuckles and is about to throw his second weapon at Bones when the Doctor jumps from the table with uncontrollable fury. His blue eyes widen with fear and he drops his mashed potato bread roll and leaps from the table with Bones on his heels. Spock remains in his seat, slightly dazed by the passing events, he didn't see it coming.

"Damn it Jim!" The Doctor shouts, chasing after his rambunctious Captain.

Jim laughs heartily and continues his race to the Bridge, praying to god that Bones will give up the chase by then, if not, then he's surely a dead man.