I don't own anything to Star Trek. I don't make money with it. I'm writing fanfictions because I love it. So I ask you not to sue me.
English is not my mother tongue. I don't have a beta reader. Feel free to point out mistakes to me.
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Swept under the Carpet
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"This is so great! This is great!" Jim said happily, jumping on the couch next to his buddy with an energetic leap. Bones held his PADD at the little shock and seemed to want to continue to ignore him. Not with Jim!
"What are you saying?" He nudged the good doctor on the shoulder. "After all the hard work, I did it. Spock comes over here to my apartment!"
"Our apartment ...", Bones grumbled and tried to concentrate on his work again.
"That is a minor matter. After all, you won't be here when he comes. Who will spend the day with you? Maybe Gary?"
"Oh Jim," sighed Bones. He was frowning now. "I'll only be gone for a couple of hours. You don't really think you can make the Vulcan sleep here ... or sleep with you."
"You'd be surprised how convincing I can be."
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"Yeah, because it's worked really well with the guy so far," Leonard reminded him, turning his attention back to his PADD. After a moment, however, it occurred to him that he wanted to tell his friend something. "Your chances of success in this chaos are minus 50% anyway."
To make his statement clearer, he made an extravagant movement with his left arm to draw Jim's attention to their current life situation.
They lived in a mess! Everything was lying around. The windows were so dirty that everyone believed there was a thunderstorm outside, even though it was glorious sunshine. Leonard thought he had already seen red eyes from the garbage heaps. Who knew which alien rodents had sneaked in here?
It had to be made clear here, however, that McCoy was a decent person. He just didn't have time to do Jim's part of the cleaning job, and he saw no reason to clean behind him. That would be a mission without end! Sometimes he thought Jim was deliberately messing things up to live up to his bad boy reputation. Always outside looking for fun and challenges.
And the current assignment was to win the cold heart of a Vulcan professor.
Leonard couldn't say how often it got on his nerves and he just wanted to go to the other end of the world.
"Do you think Spock would mind a little dirt?" Jim asked worried.
"A little dirt?" The statement wasn't bad. "He'd have to swim to you so you could spend time together. Plus the guy's a Vulcan! I wouldn't be surprised if the guy is crazy about cleaning!"
That seemed to make his buddy think and he looked carefully at every corner. He couldn't deny the mess. Impossible!
"Maybe I should fix things before he shows up," announced Jim seriously, which almost led to a heart attack in Leonard.
"Woah! Slowly! YOU want to tidy up?! Careful, Jim! Or I will think that you are head over heels in love with the pointy-eared guy."
"Haha!" He spoke humorlessly as he rolled up his sleeves. "Would you rather help me or not?"
"You're going to bug me until I say yes, right?"
"You can bet on it."
Leonard sighed, put his PADD on the table and rolled up his sleeves. They would be soon very busy. Well, at least Jim would go along with it.
X
"I have to admit, I thought it would go faster," gasped Jim, falling over the armrest of the couch, exhausted. God, they weren't even done with the living room!
"What did you expect? Nothing has been tidied up here for a month," Bones reminded him while cleaning the windows.
They should have done this in the end, because so came enough light back in and showed them new smudges of dirt.
Sigh! Jim would have preferred the tactic, what I don't see isn't there.
"Don't pretend you're tired Jimmy!"
"Sigh!"
"I hope this is a lesson for you to clear up your dirt every now and then. And gratitude for having a help like me."
"You know you're my hero, Bones," praised Jim in an exaggerated tone, grinning broadly as his buddy rolled his eyes. Teasing him was always fun, but unfortunately it didn't make the job any less.
Jim sighed again and sank weakly into the seat of the couch. He took a deep breath. ... phew! What stank so intensely?!
In the cracks he found nothing that could explain this stench and just looked under it. There was something too! Jim could even swear it looked familiar. It was ... ouch!
"When was the last time we had pizza?"
Maybe he was lucky and it wasn't as bad as he feared.
His buddy stopped working again to think. His lips moved slightly and Jim knew he wouldn't like the answer.
"We haven't eaten pizza in a long time. Maybe for two months. How? Are you hungry?"
"No. That was just a question."
Probably it would have been wiser of him to stand by the question or answer and stop looking horrified under the couch so that Bones wouldn't see him. Unfortunately the thought came too late and of course the good doctor was able to combinate Jim's question and position wonderfully, which only resulted in ...
"Oh no! You told me you got rid of the leftovers in the box!" He yelled in horror.
"I did it!" Jim defended himself. "In a way ..."
OK! The truth was, at this point he had just kicked everything under the couch, but with the intention of throwing it in the trash afterwards ... eventually ... Then he had forgotten ... At least that explained why it so often smelled of old cheese. Sometimes he feared that the good doctor would develop sweaty feet.
"Jim! I swear if we find more than ..."
"Relax! We solved a long puzzle! That only makes it more interesting."
"Jim!" Bones warned, not at all amused.
"How about some music?", He tried to distract from the situation and switched on the music system. "Some jobs should be easier to do with a good beat."
And the beat that Jim chose always created a good atmosphere. Now just turn it up ... Yes! That went into the blood! The job would be done quickly.
"Jim!" He heard Bones call. "That is too loud!"
"What are you saying? I can't hear you! The music is too loud!"
"Turn it down before the police come over while you disturb the peace!"
"What?"
"The whole neighborhood hears the noise!"
"That's great, isn't it?"
Jim enjoyed the beat and the vibration of the music. It was going through his marrow and his bones. His body knew exactly how to move ...
Clack!
... before Bones switched off the system and looked at him reproachfully.
"What?!" Jim asked blankly. He just didn't know what the problem was.
His buddy rubbed the bridge of his nose and seemed to swallow every comment he had in store. He did this often when he felt that Jim was hopeless. ... Sometimes that offended him! ...but only a little.
"Put the pizza slices under the couch away. Then you can slowly put your books back on the shelf. In the meantime, I'll go to the kitchen. If we tidy up, we'll do it right," Bones said finally and disappeared into the next room. All he heard was, "I can't believe you're reading anyway."
Well, many wouldn't believe that.
"Don't tell anyone about my nerdy side, or my image as a bad boy will suffer," he shouted cheerfully after his buddy before doing what he was told. After all, he couldn't risk being mistaken for a nerd. His grades were excellent. It was really because he was a smart student, but officially he spread the word that he only knew how to cheat through. Unfortunately, he didn't know how to cheat while cleaning up. He usually crawled across the floor for reasons other than picking up trash.
Jim felt there was no end to this task. It couldn't all come from him, could it? No matter! With Bones help he would make it and then he would enjoy a nice evening with Spock. They would snuggle up on the couch, watch a movie and if Jim acted skillfully at all and put his arms around him, then ...
"Stop dreaming Jim!" His friend's voice echoed from the kitchen and Jim wondered how he'd known that. Yes, he had looked longingly out the window, but Bones hadn't looked around the corner.
"How you do that?" He asked curiously and strolled into the kitchen. Bones was much fast than he was in the living room. There was nothing left and the dishes had already been washed. All in all, the whole room looked immaculately clean.
"When you've been someone 's cleaning lady for months, you develop a sixth sense of someone doing nothing," Bones answered grumbling as he was already drying the dishes.
Jim felt his face turn a little red. "Now you're exaggerating. You pretend you're doing everything yourself and I'll make suggestions for improvement."
"Oh, the picture will definitely not be long in coming. I'll let you know when you're lying on the couch and tell me where I missed something."
"With you it sounds like we're married and I just drink beer all day."
In response, however, Jim only received a mop bucket with a sponge in hand, followed by: "Don't forget the bathroom! And clean the tiles thoroughly. You don't have much time before the pointy ear comes."
Jim would have liked to have said something else, but unfortunately there was no time for that. So he went to the bathroom and had to admit that it could use a cleaning. The toilet looked like someone had poured coffee on it, and the shower drain wasn't shiny either. Uh!
So Jimmy close your eyes and go!
...
"Impressive!" Bones praised and dropped onto the couch next to Jim. "When all the dirt has been scraped off, it even looks cozy here. A dream!"
Jim only growled in agreement and left his head exhausted on the armrest. He didn't want to know how he looked now, but definitely not sexy. Who would have thought that tidying up is so exhausting. Well, at least everything was clean now. The living room, the kitchen, the bathroom and ...
"I forgot the bedroom!"
Before Jim could storm off, however, Bones shoved him back into the pillow.
"Jimmy, I know you are convinced of your charm, but you can do the room another time. You will not achieve this desired goal of your dream."
You won't end up with Spock, his buddy wanted to tell him that. But then he underestimated James T. Kirk!
"Oh please!" He scoffed condescendingly. "You should know that in the end I always get what I want. You could even sit on the couch with us with your PADD and I would get him to fumble around."
Bones pretended to vomit. "I don't need this picture in my head, Jim!"
He laughed. "I'm just saying you'll eat your own PADD because you doubted me. I'll even serve it with french fries so you can smother the flavor."
His buddy rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Sometimes I feel that the famous Kirk charm paralyzes all of your brain cells."
Jim got up with a swing and stretched with relish. "I'll clean the bedroom so Spock and I can break the bed tonight. Yes, one last task before an unforgettable night!"
X
"That's unfortunate," said the professor when Leonard informed him at the door that Jim was soundly asleep. Jim had been so exhausted from cleaning up that he couldn't keep his eyes open for a second. Poor Jimmy ...
"I'll be in touch with Mr. Kirk tomorrow."
"Do that," he agreed, noting that the pointy ear was looking at him with a slightly raised eyebrow. "Is there still a problem?"
"No problem, doctor. I just wonder why you smile so contentedly."
Oh? Was he smiling? Well it doesn't matter he was going to have fun tomorrow so why not amuse the Vulcan too?
"There's no good reason for that. Just wondering if I should serve Jim his PADD with fries or toast for breakfast tomorrow."
The professor's eyebrows were instantly high and the corners of Leonard's mouth had reached his ears.
Yeah it was a good day.