Bones and Chocolate
by Starsinger
Went through Rebirth and realized, there's a drabble in Bones' addiction to chocolate. Go figure! Don't own them.
It was a wedding, of all things, that Jim discovered Bones' "other" addiction. It seemed that the entire McCoy clan had the same addiction. One of Bones' cousins was getting married, and Bones invited Jim to come along. Jim, being considered an honorary member of the McCoy clan, was ordered to come by the clan matriarch, Eleanor McCoy. So, Jim showed up to the wedding alongside Bones in full Starfleet dress uniform, and promptly remembered why he hated this uniform. In San Francisco, where the average temperature was between fifty and eighty degrees Fahrenheit, Georgia was eighty five and humid. Jim sighed.
"Ah, Georgia heat," Bones sighed in happiness, "time to get the fog drenched cold out of my body."
"Bones! You've only been back on Earth for two days! God this is hot!" Jim said, tugging at his collar. Bones gave him a sideways glance as they entered the car that Eleanor had sent for him. It was a limousine. "I forgot how rich your family is," Jim said with a grin.
"Don't look a gift horse in the mouth, Jim," Bones grumbled good-naturedly as they entered the limo. The driver tipped his hat to the two men before closing the door and getting in to drive. They reached the church, an old fashioned Episcopal church that had somehow survived the nuclear war two hundred years earlier. It was air conditioned.
The whole party ventured back to the McCoy mansion where the party went into full swing. Jim kept a glass of champagne in his hand, and as far as McCoy could tell, he never got a refill. He was stone cold sober when he went to bed that night. So was Bones, he had another addiction: chocolate.
One of the many foods that was represented was chocolate. Chocolate ice cream, chocolate candy bars, chocolate cakes, fudge, name it, it was there. When Jim came back to the table with a healthy helping of desert, he discovered Bones with three heaping plates of the chocolate confectionaries. Jim stared at his measly single plate and at Bones' more than generous portions. "Bones?" he asked. "Do you have a problem?"
Bones looked up, "No, not really."
Jim glanced around and discovered the whole family carried more than a few plates apiece. "Wow, how are none of you fat?"
"Good genes, I guess," McCoy replied around a spoon.
Jim shook his head and sat down. After returning to the Enterprise, Jim discovered Bones would order something with chocolate anytime he got a chance. It was mostly cake or ice cream, but every once in a while, something surprising would occur. Someone found a chocolate fountain set up and, without asking anyone, and set it up in the rec room. Bones' eyes lit up. It was a scene straight from the old British Comedy, "The Vicar of Dibley", Bones almost dove right in. Jim kept a firm hold of Bones' shirt to keep the chocolate free of sudden contaminants. It didn't stop bones from getting a bowl full of the creamy stuff and nearly drinking from the bowl. Jim sighed as he handed Bones a napkin. The chocolate mustache was prominent. "It's a good thing you're not a Vulcan," Jim said as Spock walked by. "You'd be drunk."
Sulu, who had taken a sip of some concoction he'd whipped up, promptly snorted the contents out his nose. Everyone at his table promptly got up and left with a few good-natured comments about things coming out places they shouldn't be.
"Yeah, but I'd be a happy drunk," Bones replied, saluting Jim with a spoon. Jim laughed as he returned the salute with his own spoon. He was eating soup. He secretly filed this away for later, it might just come in handy.