DAY 4: Frienship is...
-_-; I really should just write the one for the day at midnight, not after the fact. But I can't help my procrastinating ways! Gah, sorry, bb, I suck at shipping McCoy.
Title: Friendship is...
Author: Lady Yueh
Fandom: ST:XI
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not my property and no infringement is intended.
Date: December 04
Prompt: McCoy just wants to forget it's Christmas again, but Jim/any won't let him do it
Author’s Notes: For tigerist
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Everyone's taking the excuse to celebrate. On the Enterprise, any holiday is fair game.
McCoy just wants to finish his shift without anymore cheesy misconceptions being flung in his face at every turn.
And if he sees one more sprig of engineered, super-mistletoe he'll make sure Sulu gets a hypospray in the butt. Somehow.
He knows there's some big shindig planned with bootleg booze and tables filled with platters of food.
He's not in the mood for the music or the crowd.
He thinks that if he can just make it to his quarters and lay low for a couple of hours he can just wait the day out and not think about it at all.
Then he can go back to only being somewhat of a surly son of a bitch.
Somewhere in the vastness of space there's a little planet where a little girl is doing things he has no knowledge of because it's been so long since they've shared this day that surely she's forgotten. He wishes he could.
Being along in his quarters with as much palatable scotch as he can replicate.
Afterwards, he can't believe he could ever forget to factor Jim Kirk into his plans.
But he's being miserable and figures Jim's busy enough partying and dealing with his crew.
Kirk barges into his quarters and the sight of a glaring, slightly drunk McCoy doesn't dampen his grin.
"Don't even say it," McCoy warns. "I'm not going to your damned party."
Kirk shrugs. "Wouldn't dream of dragging you," he says easily. With a grin and a flourish, Kirk takes a couple steps forward to deposit a garishly wrapped parcel in front of him.
With a hearty slap to the back and a wink he calls out, "HappyMerryWhateverHoliday, Bones!" before cheerily going on his merry way.
"Goddamn the man," McCoy muttered as he sipped more scotch. The alcohol was what warmed him.
Title: Friendship is...
Author: Lady Yueh
Fandom: ST:XI
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not my property and no infringement is intended.
Date: December 04
Prompt: McCoy just wants to forget it's Christmas again, but Jim/any won't let him do it
Author’s Notes: For tigerist
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Everyone's taking the excuse to celebrate. On the Enterprise, any holiday is fair game.
McCoy just wants to finish his shift without anymore cheesy misconceptions being flung in his face at every turn.
And if he sees one more sprig of engineered, super-mistletoe he'll make sure Sulu gets a hypospray in the butt. Somehow.
He knows there's some big shindig planned with bootleg booze and tables filled with platters of food.
He's not in the mood for the music or the crowd.
He thinks that if he can just make it to his quarters and lay low for a couple of hours he can just wait the day out and not think about it at all.
Then he can go back to only being somewhat of a surly son of a bitch.
Somewhere in the vastness of space there's a little planet where a little girl is doing things he has no knowledge of because it's been so long since they've shared this day that surely she's forgotten. He wishes he could.
Being along in his quarters with as much palatable scotch as he can replicate.
Afterwards, he can't believe he could ever forget to factor Jim Kirk into his plans.
But he's being miserable and figures Jim's busy enough partying and dealing with his crew.
Kirk barges into his quarters and the sight of a glaring, slightly drunk McCoy doesn't dampen his grin.
"Don't even say it," McCoy warns. "I'm not going to your damned party."
Kirk shrugs. "Wouldn't dream of dragging you," he says easily. With a grin and a flourish, Kirk takes a couple steps forward to deposit a garishly wrapped parcel in front of him.
With a hearty slap to the back and a wink he calls out, "HappyMerryWhateverHoliday, Bones!" before cheerily going on his merry way.
"Goddamn the man," McCoy muttered as he sipped more scotch. The alcohol was what warmed him.