Jul 28, 2009 10:22
Leonard couldn't believe how quickly the paperwork piled up. It's not like he'd been neglected it, but the last few days had been filled with too much- too many people, too many problems.
But it was quiet now. He'd checked on the duplicates - they were wearing their neurocortal monitors, that was good but Leonard really hadn't needed to know how active they'd been last night (or for how long, damn).
He himself had woken up early, practically covering Jim with his body, arms wrapped tight around his human pillow, his mouth pressed against Jim's back. There were memories, too. No, not memories, not his but images. The others, the trio on deck five, wrapped as tightly around each other as he and Jim were. God, it felt warm and dusky and if sex could have an emotion then Leonard was bathing in it right now. Then Jim hitched a breath in his sleep and he forced himself to let go, sliding off him, showering, dressing, leaving asleep him in his bed.
But that was then. Now he looked at his desk and began reading messages sent from Starfleet Medical.
george,
because i'm a doctor dammit,
sickbay is always open