A/N: SFA- episode.
- I feel like it stuck.
- Bones, c'mere! Gaila shouldn t have physical sensations, does she? I mean, a lecture on human naval discoveries never bored me to puking. Please turn somewhere else, sis.
- Now you call me a sister? Kinky.
- Kids. Stop. Lay down, sweetheart, and try drinking some water (God knows I never comforted an Orion before, I'm guessing here).
- See, they had jus' an hour o' Barnett; I tell ya, my friend, the man's insufferable, angst-inducing and, apparently, impolite.
- Why's so?
- 'Cause Gaila only puked on me when I was waaay impolite-r than normal.
- Pleased to meet you, ma'am.
-So, he just went about this Cooke fellow, new lands discovering an' conquering, empires fighting - - A little respect here, Jim! It's what you're gonna do in space, ya know?
- and then I fell asleep. What's your problem, man?
- Well, our little miss here's blue for no reason.
- I saw them.
- Saw what?
- Such colonizations.
- And? Wait, Vulcans were the guys who Contacted Orion.
- And were they ever as sorry for anything...
- Jim!
- But IMAGINE it, Bones!
*a hypo strikes, a biobed yet again greets unconscious Kirk*
- Now, darlin', it's Jim-Kirk-snoring-style invitation to heartfully confess.
- Leonard.
- Well, don' laugh, you'll choke.
- I meant it. I saw them. Enslavement is such a harsh word. Such a ridiculous thought. A commonality.
- Orion, huh?
- Don' tell Jim. He's got all these ideals...
- Who's got what? wait. It's not Orion, is it?
- Orions aren't completely different from Terrans, Doctor. It's women.
- I must be drunk. Colonization of women?
- Leonard, your eyes are suspiciously glazed.
- I'm just a guy, my dear. Pretty unoriginal, too.
- Anyway, hell, Doctor. I don't know how to say it. The Terran ship I flew down here on, they were so strange. The other ship, pirates, Starfleet flagman, one lonesome shuttle pilot... And then I met Jim.
- So, you...
- only have 2.300 samples of male behavior.
- Leonard!
- I'm all ears. Don't mind the eyes.
- Imagine there were no Vulcans. A first Contact between Terra Prime and Orion would have been disastrous. Maybe even a full-blown colonization of human males.
- That's why you puked on Jim, to mark him.
- It's a pity you're not a girl, you'd've understood.
- ... I'll just forget that one.
- I'm just concerned. What if Jim, captaining through our poor 'Verse, was colonised?
- I think it's 'compromised'.
- 's a very real danger, Doctor. Oh, look, he's reviving. Jim, you owe me a dinner. Move, dear. Bye, Doctor McCoy!
- Sorry, Bones, gotta gooooo...
*a bit later, on a Shumese-encoded PADD*
- Should've said her it's called 'love'. If only someone like Duncan McLeod fell for such a girl, entertaining anyone but, as usual... I'd personally pick him a Watcher.