The previous day had been long and emotional -
a wedding,
a party, then getting taken
rough against a wall by Jim before collapsing into a deep, coma like sleep. Bones hadn't felt anything change, didn't notice when
the ship passed though some temporal disturbanceThe next morning Bones began sliding out of his slumber, reaching out to spoon himself
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Bones was lost, fuck it all, and at this point he wasn't sure he'd be able to find his hotel room again even if he could manage to shake Jake, who had a much stronger grip than Bones would have guessed.
"Good luck, sir," Bones heard the young man say, then opened a door for him. Bones felt himself being pushed through it, and all of a sudden a voice over loud speakers filled his ears. "We can't say yet who the villain is going to be because we haven't' fully decided yet." The man speaking looked at another man sitting over next to him and laughed - Bones would have bet that whatever they were talking about, they ( ... )
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The audience went "Oooooh."
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"You've been drinking too much bourbon. Spock's definition of tasty and delicious would be a Black Forest torte with Kirshwasser, topped with cherries and cream."
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He took another drink of water and looked out at the audience, then Spock. "Wouldn't want him to get fat, would you?"
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Another sip of water as he paused for effect. "You ever get any of that cake last night?" he asked, scratching lightly at his face.
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"That looks like the end of it," the moderator said, turning back to the crowd, "ladies and gentlemen, the people of Star Trek!" And their was applause and yelling, a sort of frenzy that still made Spock uncomfortable. He did offer them a small smile, but looking at Leonard, waiting for him to take off his microphone so he could speak to him privately.
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Taking his arm, Bones pulled Spock back toward the hallway door he'd where he'd entered the room, knowing it was secluded and would lead to the wide open concourse (and freedom). "This way," he said, as they slipped past the others and got away.
Soon they were alone. "Please tell me we don't have to do that again," he said, as they walked toward the main hallway of the convention.
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"...I do enjoy your cornbread, Leonard."
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It was huge! Jim looked down at Noah, bit his lip, and then took a gamble. He undid the impromptu leash, pulled it over Noah partly and wrapped him in it to hide his head, then picked him up. "You owe me, dog."
Please don't let someone notice its a dog... As he slipped inside.
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Spock seemed to be holding it together, but Bones was learning how to read the slight signs of distress in his bondmate. The low voice was just one, an indicator that Spock might need some assurance as well. "I'll make you a batch once we get back," Bones told him as they stopped in front of the door leading out into the main lobby. "Meant that, what I said in there. We need to get off our asses and make this bond thing work, if its gonna be a part of our lives. But for right now," he growled, peeking out to see hundreds of people everywhere, "let's just get back to the hotel where we can hide, okay?"
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There were just too many people! Shit.
"Stop WRIGGLING!" Jim said sharply as Noah gave a wriggle in his arms, and he staggered. The dog was heavy!
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"JIM! UP HERE!" he called out, grabbing Spock's arm and tugging again, pulling him as they headed down the stairs, fighting the crowd making their way up the other direction. "JIM!"
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His mind was abuzz with relief and excitement the entire way down, though he was still curious about whatever Jim was carrying...
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He panted as they skidded to a halt in front of each other, then he bent over and put Noah down. "Fuck, Bones, s'you right? I missed you-"
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