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Flash Fic
Title: Warning: A Desert is Hot
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wook77
Fandom: Star Trek AOS
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Warnings: AU
Rating: PG
Wordcount: ~700
Summary: Every freaking mission with Jim turns into a shoot-out.
A/N: unbeta'd flashfic written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
jim_and_bones's Daily Doctor and Captain photos for two different days. Also, is a continuation of Warn Children of the Risk of Death by Electrocution or Dammit, Man, I'm a Doctor and a Secret Agent. Also also, I'm really shitty at picking titles so, um, oops?
Jim steps out of the airport, puts his hands on his hips and then says, with a disgusting amount of self-satisfaction, "This is beautiful weather."
"It's a hundred and five. In the shade," Bones snaps out in retort.
"So? Better'n snow, right? You always bitch about the snow so I thought you'd want the heat."
"The hell makes you think that I want to step into an oven instead?" Bones grimaces, grabs his messenger bag and then heads towards the cab station.
"Bitch bitch bitch," Jim says and follows, hailing a cab and slipping into the backseat. "You getting in or what?"
"Asshole," Bones mutters, sliding in behind Jim.
Jim instructs the cabbie to head to their hotel. They slip into silence as the cabbie rambles on about Phoenix and the various sights and activities. Jim makes agreeable noises but Bones only wants to know why the hell, with the air conditioning running, it's still over a hundred in the metal box of doom. It's even more of an oven than stepping out of the airport had been.
"Pay the man, Bones," Jim says as he gets out of the cab and goes into the hotel. Bones mutters more under his breath and then slaps a fifty into the hands of the cabbie. "Keep the change."
"Thanks, man!" The cabbie drives off with a cheerful wave.
By the time Bones gets inside, Jim's waggling the keycard at him. "You ready to see the sights?"
"They're probably the same as all the rest: hotel rooms, rental cars and insane assholes trying to kill a bunch of people."
"Yep! The big three though I'm a bit disappointed that you forgot about take-out."
"Oh yeah. Shitty restaurants." Bones slaps his hand onto the elevator button. "What floor?"
"Third."
"My favorite."
"Dinner after we stash our bags?"
"Sure thing. Working dinner?"
"Works for me."
~*~*~
"Yet another fucking shootout. Why is it that every time I get stuck with the misfortune of heading out with you that I always have to shoot my gun, get suspended for weeks pending investigation and – for fuck's sake! Stop shooting at me while I'm trying to bitch out my partner!" Bones yells the last, shooting towards the surprisingly nice building where their targets are currently hiding.
"Jesus, Bones. Can't you yell at me later? Dodging bullets here," Jim says as he gestures towards the side of the building in an obvious "cover me" move.
"Oh fine, go be the hero, you asshole. I'm a doctor, not a superhero!" Bones lays down cover fire as Jim darts towards the building and then slips in the side entrance. "Hey, assholes! Why not just give up now?"
There's gunfire inside and then it abruptly stops. Bones's breath seizes for a moment until Jim yells out, "Wanna get your lazy ass in here to help cuff these guys? Maybe call the locals and explain the situation?"
"Infantile, moronic asshole." Bones breathes a few times and then heads in, dialing his cell and talking to their local liason about the situation. As he speaks, he reaches behind him, yanks the cuffs off his belt loop and shoves them against Jim's chest.
"Nice job, Bones!" Jim slaps Bones's shoulder. "We make a helluva a team."
"I'm a doctor, Jim. A fucking doctor. That means that I'm supposed to heal people, not shoot at them. We were here to investigate psychotropic drug smuggling, not shoot up a warehouse. When the hell are we going to have a mission that doesn't go directly to shit and have people shooting at us?"
"Um, next one?" At Bones's skeptical look, he adds, "I promise."
"You better make sure it happens. You just think how Joanna'll react if one of us dies the next time you go in with your guns blazing."
"You don't pull any punches, do you?"
"Nope." Bones looks at Jim and then grins. "Nice gun harness, by the way."
"You like it?"
"Yeah, it's sort of hot."
"You should get one."
"I'd rather you just walk around in yours."
"Sure?"
"Shirtless next time."
"I can do that." Jim accompanies his promise with a slap to Bones's ass.
As always, I'd love to hear what you thought.
Author:
wook77Fandom: Star Trek AOS
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Warnings: AU
Rating: PG
Wordcount: ~700
Summary: Every freaking mission with Jim turns into a shoot-out.
A/N: unbeta'd flashfic written for
jim_and_bones's Daily Doctor and Captain photos for two different days. Also, is a continuation of Warn Children of the Risk of Death by Electrocution or Dammit, Man, I'm a Doctor and a Secret Agent. Also also, I'm really shitty at picking titles so, um, oops? Jim steps out of the airport, puts his hands on his hips and then says, with a disgusting amount of self-satisfaction, "This is beautiful weather."
"It's a hundred and five. In the shade," Bones snaps out in retort.
"So? Better'n snow, right? You always bitch about the snow so I thought you'd want the heat."
"The hell makes you think that I want to step into an oven instead?" Bones grimaces, grabs his messenger bag and then heads towards the cab station.
"Bitch bitch bitch," Jim says and follows, hailing a cab and slipping into the backseat. "You getting in or what?"
"Asshole," Bones mutters, sliding in behind Jim.
Jim instructs the cabbie to head to their hotel. They slip into silence as the cabbie rambles on about Phoenix and the various sights and activities. Jim makes agreeable noises but Bones only wants to know why the hell, with the air conditioning running, it's still over a hundred in the metal box of doom. It's even more of an oven than stepping out of the airport had been.
"Pay the man, Bones," Jim says as he gets out of the cab and goes into the hotel. Bones mutters more under his breath and then slaps a fifty into the hands of the cabbie. "Keep the change."
"Thanks, man!" The cabbie drives off with a cheerful wave.
By the time Bones gets inside, Jim's waggling the keycard at him. "You ready to see the sights?"
"They're probably the same as all the rest: hotel rooms, rental cars and insane assholes trying to kill a bunch of people."
"Yep! The big three though I'm a bit disappointed that you forgot about take-out."
"Oh yeah. Shitty restaurants." Bones slaps his hand onto the elevator button. "What floor?"
"Third."
"My favorite."
"Dinner after we stash our bags?"
"Sure thing. Working dinner?"
"Works for me."
~*~*~
"Yet another fucking shootout. Why is it that every time I get stuck with the misfortune of heading out with you that I always have to shoot my gun, get suspended for weeks pending investigation and – for fuck's sake! Stop shooting at me while I'm trying to bitch out my partner!" Bones yells the last, shooting towards the surprisingly nice building where their targets are currently hiding.
"Jesus, Bones. Can't you yell at me later? Dodging bullets here," Jim says as he gestures towards the side of the building in an obvious "cover me" move.
"Oh fine, go be the hero, you asshole. I'm a doctor, not a superhero!" Bones lays down cover fire as Jim darts towards the building and then slips in the side entrance. "Hey, assholes! Why not just give up now?"
There's gunfire inside and then it abruptly stops. Bones's breath seizes for a moment until Jim yells out, "Wanna get your lazy ass in here to help cuff these guys? Maybe call the locals and explain the situation?"
"Infantile, moronic asshole." Bones breathes a few times and then heads in, dialing his cell and talking to their local liason about the situation. As he speaks, he reaches behind him, yanks the cuffs off his belt loop and shoves them against Jim's chest.
"Nice job, Bones!" Jim slaps Bones's shoulder. "We make a helluva a team."
"I'm a doctor, Jim. A fucking doctor. That means that I'm supposed to heal people, not shoot at them. We were here to investigate psychotropic drug smuggling, not shoot up a warehouse. When the hell are we going to have a mission that doesn't go directly to shit and have people shooting at us?"
"Um, next one?" At Bones's skeptical look, he adds, "I promise."
"You better make sure it happens. You just think how Joanna'll react if one of us dies the next time you go in with your guns blazing."
"You don't pull any punches, do you?"
"Nope." Bones looks at Jim and then grins. "Nice gun harness, by the way."
"You like it?"
"Yeah, it's sort of hot."
"You should get one."
"I'd rather you just walk around in yours."
"Sure?"
"Shirtless next time."
"I can do that." Jim accompanies his promise with a slap to Bones's ass.
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"Bitch bitch bitch," Jim says and follows, hailing a cab and slipping into the backseat. "You getting in or what?"
"Asshole," Bones mutters, sliding in behind Jim.
*squishes them together*
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You are such a lovely person. *squishes you*
Thank you for being such a positive person in fandom. I really don't think you get the thanks that you deserve. You always find an awesome thing to say to everyone. People like you are what I love most about fandom and what I would love to be able to do all the time (rather than setting up my own roadblocks) so, um, random heaps of love on an awesome person!
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I love that it rang that clear to you. <3
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hahaha!! I love this!! So perfect. Oh boys!! :D
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<.<
I have an odd sense of humor, what can I say?
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lulz~
Very cute XD
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Also, I love your icon. I literally snorted out loud the first, second AND third times I've looked at it.
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