[drabbles written for genius_level, to help pass the time when she was at work ( Read more... )

As cozy as it had been camping out in his old CMO quarters with Jim, they were both looking forward to moving back to Jim's rooms. The added bonus of the renovations, the extra room and the larger bathroom and living area were the icing on the cake ( Read more... )

[OOC: Two and a half years. Wow. ♥]

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Another year in space.

It was easier to mark the passage of time like this, birthdays away from Joanna, than any other way. His daughter was getting a nice collection of intergalactic toys, he chuckled to himself. No one else in the neighborhood would have a cute little robotic dog and some stuffed tribbles, in lieu of a doll. Bones also picked ( Read more... )

Having promised Spock that he was going to make up a batch of good, sweet Southern cornbread for him, Bones sent Jim a comm, letting him know that there would be dinner guests, and not to work too late ( Read more... )

Bones was dancing.

Yeah, he'd been pissed off being carried over Spock's shoulder back from George's room. He was drunk, yeah, but not that drunk. Not really. But breaking George's replicator aside, he'd thought it was a productive night. Got to let out some steam. Found out some stuff about Spock's past. And it wasn't every day when one of your ( Read more... )

The background story The Fires They Build is a companion piece to this thread.

The party had been awkward at bestBoth men were unusually quiet as they headed back to their room, both emotionally wrung out by the conversations and the holiday cheer. Bones had watched Kirk all evening, his face drawn and pale and wished he could have whisked him ( Read more... )