88.) Doctor*

"Damn it Jim, I'm a doctor not a punching bag!"

Rolling his eyes, Jim didn't stop his attack. "I know that Bones, or have you forgotten the paperwork you had me fill out making you my doctor?"

"Then why are you treating me like a punching bag?"

Getting annoyed, Jim pinned the man to the mat. "Unless you pass self-defense, you won't last as a doctor in Starfleet fro very long. You did as for my help, so quit complaining."

Letting go of Bones, he watched the man stand with a sigh. He didn't mind helping him train, but Bones had asked for it and really shouldn't complain.

"I know I asked for this, but damn it, I'm a doctor."

Annoyance fading at the second time Bones announced his profession, Jim snickered softly. He had a feeling he would hear Bones cursing that he was doctor in the future. At least Bones wasn't quitting.

He may be a doctor, but he was also a stubborn bastard.


Written: 8-27-2011
Word Count: 166