since apparently everybody's having a craptacular week
FIRST THING out of Landlord's mouth: What have you been putting down the drain? DUDE, WE GREW UP IN A DERELICT FARM HOUSE THAT WAS FIRST MENTIONED IN CENSUS RECORDS IN THE 1870s, WE DO NOT PUT SHIT DOWN THE DRAIN.
Sigh. The only thing we can figure is like, Amy's coconut milk, but how the hell can that clog up a drain that badly when she rinses it down with hot water?
Anyway, plumber will come Monday meanwhile I am contemplating the merits of slinking to the store for ice cream as opposed to lying on the couch and hating everything, instead of rescuing the kitchen from the mess it is now in.
Well, whatever, have a bit of the Feelings Are Boring monstrosity, which is working on being ... 8000 words? it was supposed to be for Big Bang but I just wasn't up to completing this year. I want to get it done and kicked out into the wild by Christmas.
Jim came out of Bones' office to see Sarek sitting patiently on a bio-bed while Chapel ran scans on him. One of the med dogs sat beside her, watching the screen with as much attention as Chapel did. It flicked a glance at him as he passed, but returned its attention to Sarek immediately. Jim knew the dog would follow Sarek until it was satisfied that he was recovered or Sarek left the ship. Jim himself had a bean bag set aside in his ready room for the med dogs. Sometimes he found one hanging out there before an away mission, as if it had heard he was leaving and meant to be there when he limped back. Bones was a fanatic about animal-assisted therapy, and the Enterprise had one of the largest contingents of therapy animals of any ship in the fleet.
"Captain Kirk," said Sarek.
"Ambassador," said Jim, bowing slightly.
"You behaved admirably when Spock collapsed," said Sarek. Jim blinked at him.
"Thank you, sir," he said, wary.
"Most humans lack the judgment and self-discipline to continue work as you did," said Sarek.
Jim kind of winced. He had spent the rest of the night being stared at reproachfully - even by the diplomats - for leaving Spock to Bones' tender mercies. "I knew he was in good hands, sir," he said.
Chapel finished her scan, and said, "If you would rest here for an hour, sir."
"I understand," said Sarek, managing a graceful half-bow from his position atop the bed. Jim shifted, ready to take his leave, and Sarek said, "Captain, if you would give me a moment of your time."
It wasn't a question. Jim came to parade rest as Chapel picked up her equipment, said, "Captain," and clicked her tongue at the dog. The dog's ears swiveled, the only indication that it had heard her commands. It flicked a look at Jim, and then got up and sat next to him, leaning its solid warmth against his leg. Jim thought he must be pretty bad off, if a med dog thought he looked or felt worse than the patient it was assigned to.
"You know why Spock collapsed," said Sarek.
Jim shifted. "McCoy told me a little. I --"
"He is the only thing I have left of his mother," said Sarek. His voice was even and calm. "We spent five years working toward his birth. From that time I do not believe that either his mother or I made a single decision without deliberating over how it would affect him. I cannot ask you to consider your decision in light of my attachment to my son, captain. I do ask you consider it carefully."
Jim swallowed hard. "I -"
"He is very stubborn," said Sarek, still evenly. "A fault common in both our species, I fear." He was quiet for a moment. "I also was a stubborn young man. The cycle after I met his mother, I attempted to live through with the aid of a healer."
"It didn't work out so well?" said Jim.
"When his mother found out what I was attempting to do, she slapped me on the face," said Sarek.
Jim winced in sympathy, although considering what he had heard of Dr Amanda Grayson, Sarek was pretty lucky she hadn't kneed him in the balls while she was at it.
THINK OF SOMETHING CHEERFUL YOU GUYS, LET'S DO IT.
Sigh. The only thing we can figure is like, Amy's coconut milk, but how the hell can that clog up a drain that badly when she rinses it down with hot water?
Anyway, plumber will come Monday meanwhile I am contemplating the merits of slinking to the store for ice cream as opposed to lying on the couch and hating everything, instead of rescuing the kitchen from the mess it is now in.
Well, whatever, have a bit of the Feelings Are Boring monstrosity, which is working on being ... 8000 words? it was supposed to be for Big Bang but I just wasn't up to completing this year. I want to get it done and kicked out into the wild by Christmas.
Jim came out of Bones' office to see Sarek sitting patiently on a bio-bed while Chapel ran scans on him. One of the med dogs sat beside her, watching the screen with as much attention as Chapel did. It flicked a glance at him as he passed, but returned its attention to Sarek immediately. Jim knew the dog would follow Sarek until it was satisfied that he was recovered or Sarek left the ship. Jim himself had a bean bag set aside in his ready room for the med dogs. Sometimes he found one hanging out there before an away mission, as if it had heard he was leaving and meant to be there when he limped back. Bones was a fanatic about animal-assisted therapy, and the Enterprise had one of the largest contingents of therapy animals of any ship in the fleet.
"Captain Kirk," said Sarek.
"Ambassador," said Jim, bowing slightly.
"You behaved admirably when Spock collapsed," said Sarek. Jim blinked at him.
"Thank you, sir," he said, wary.
"Most humans lack the judgment and self-discipline to continue work as you did," said Sarek.
Jim kind of winced. He had spent the rest of the night being stared at reproachfully - even by the diplomats - for leaving Spock to Bones' tender mercies. "I knew he was in good hands, sir," he said.
Chapel finished her scan, and said, "If you would rest here for an hour, sir."
"I understand," said Sarek, managing a graceful half-bow from his position atop the bed. Jim shifted, ready to take his leave, and Sarek said, "Captain, if you would give me a moment of your time."
It wasn't a question. Jim came to parade rest as Chapel picked up her equipment, said, "Captain," and clicked her tongue at the dog. The dog's ears swiveled, the only indication that it had heard her commands. It flicked a look at Jim, and then got up and sat next to him, leaning its solid warmth against his leg. Jim thought he must be pretty bad off, if a med dog thought he looked or felt worse than the patient it was assigned to.
"You know why Spock collapsed," said Sarek.
Jim shifted. "McCoy told me a little. I --"
"He is the only thing I have left of his mother," said Sarek. His voice was even and calm. "We spent five years working toward his birth. From that time I do not believe that either his mother or I made a single decision without deliberating over how it would affect him. I cannot ask you to consider your decision in light of my attachment to my son, captain. I do ask you consider it carefully."
Jim swallowed hard. "I -"
"He is very stubborn," said Sarek, still evenly. "A fault common in both our species, I fear." He was quiet for a moment. "I also was a stubborn young man. The cycle after I met his mother, I attempted to live through with the aid of a healer."
"It didn't work out so well?" said Jim.
"When his mother found out what I was attempting to do, she slapped me on the face," said Sarek.
Jim winced in sympathy, although considering what he had heard of Dr Amanda Grayson, Sarek was pretty lucky she hadn't kneed him in the balls while she was at it.
THINK OF SOMETHING CHEERFUL YOU GUYS, LET'S DO IT.