Martha woke up in a random position: she woke curled up on her bed in a rather small and tight warm ball of fluff. Stretching, Martha looked at her arms and fingers which were now paws. Oh my god. There was a rather plaintive meowing sound for a moment, loud and indignant sounding.
She was a cat. Bloody hell she was a cat. Quickly she stretched once more and bound off the bed, meowing the entire way, basically saying in fluent feline "You have got to be kidding me."
Eventually the scratching got her out and she ran into the Jim's, quickly putting her paws on them and meowing once more. The cat was small, black and had short hair. All and all, rather cute if it wasn't for the meowing.
"Who's this?" Jim crouched down, holding his hand out to the cat though it was plain she seemed to know him. Them. Whatever. This was confusing.
"Did we have a cat before?"
Jim looked up sharply. "If you have to ask, you weren't here before, and are clearly an impostor." He paused. "An evil impostor."
The other one rolled his eyes. "It was rhetorical. I know there was no cat before." The second one crouched down too, and now they were both stroking the black cat. "I'd say something only you would know, like that thing about your brother Sam, but then you'd insist I was a robot."
"Whatever." Jim turned his attention back to the cat. "You obviously know me," he said. "Us. You sure are cute. Are you hungry?"
When one of the Jims asked her who she was, she meowed again, trying to make it sound like she was saying Martha. Sadly, she could simply get the 'M' sound out, but she couldn't get anything more than that. It was rather annoying to be a cat. There was a moment when she looked between the two of them as they discussed the fact that they didn't have a cat here prior to this, and then she sat back on her haunches when they spoke about who was evil and who wasn't.
And then they petted her and Martha, to her complete embarrassment, found herself purring. She actually wasn't hungry, but the attention was nice. She did however shake her head, because she decided that whatever West might offer for catfood? Well, it probably wasn't going to be very good.
"Did she just... shake her head?" [the one we'll call] James asked. They were both certain it was a she--maybe that was a special Jim Kirk sense they shared.
"Let's ask her," said Jim, because weirder things had happened and black cats were, in his world, often women in disguise. "Can you understand us?"
House was simply limping around, to find Wilson and he can't help but STARE. Two Jim Kirks? Somewhere out there, an aging fangirl, circa 30 years young, just had her fantasy come true. "West finally figured out how to put LSD in the water supply...perfect."
31 years young, thank you!goldn_boyNovember 9 2010, 04:40:33 UTC
"House!" they both exclaimed at once, grinning at each other because despite thinking they were each an evil twin, so far neither had done anything evil. One was wearing blue, and one green. "I guess West thought one of me just wasn't enough to go round."
"Anything weird happen to you?" the other one asked.
am I so transparent?goldn_boyNovember 9 2010, 05:05:14 UTC
Jim thought about shooting back something snarky about getting it himself, but that was more of a House thing to do. And besides, he didn't need the other one calling him evil.
"He's James," he said. "What if we're both here long enough to need new shirts? He can't be blue-Kirk all the time."
"Why do you get to be Jim?" James demanded. "I'll feel like I'm in school."
"Because I called it, and it's better than Jamie?" Jim said.
"I'll get the water," James said, and went off to find it.
"This is much better than usual," Jim told House. "They're usually assholes."
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She was a cat. Bloody hell she was a cat. Quickly she stretched once more and bound off the bed, meowing the entire way, basically saying in fluent feline "You have got to be kidding me."
Eventually the scratching got her out and she ran into the Jim's, quickly putting her paws on them and meowing once more. The cat was small, black and had short hair. All and all, rather cute if it wasn't for the meowing.
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"Did we have a cat before?"
Jim looked up sharply. "If you have to ask, you weren't here before, and are clearly an impostor." He paused. "An evil impostor."
The other one rolled his eyes. "It was rhetorical. I know there was no cat before." The second one crouched down too, and now they were both stroking the black cat. "I'd say something only you would know, like that thing about your brother Sam, but then you'd insist I was a robot."
"Whatever." Jim turned his attention back to the cat. "You obviously know me," he said. "Us. You sure are cute. Are you hungry?"
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And then they petted her and Martha, to her complete embarrassment, found herself purring. She actually wasn't hungry, but the attention was nice. She did however shake her head, because she decided that whatever West might offer for catfood? Well, it probably wasn't going to be very good.
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"Let's ask her," said Jim, because weirder things had happened and black cats were, in his world, often women in disguise. "Can you understand us?"
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"Anything weird happen to you?" the other one asked.
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"He's James," he said. "What if we're both here long enough to need new shirts? He can't be blue-Kirk all the time."
"Why do you get to be Jim?" James demanded. "I'll feel like I'm in school."
"Because I called it, and it's better than Jamie?" Jim said.
"I'll get the water," James said, and went off to find it.
"This is much better than usual," Jim told House. "They're usually assholes."
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