Something to Talk About [Jim/Bones]
There was something to be said for a day off duty, Jim mused as he walked down to Sickbay at the end of alpha shift. It had been a slow day, and after finishing the paperwork that required his attention he had spent the rest of the shift on the bridge, periodically distracted by planning how to spend the next twenty-four hours. Most of them, he hoped, would be spent in bed with Bones. They had spent most nights together, true, but between their normal busy schedules and a couple of medical emergencies that had come up, they hadn’t had time or energy for much more than sleep the past few days.
He waved at Chapel as he walked into the main Sickbay, relieved to see that all looked fairly quiet. She nodded briefly and motioned toward the office, then returned her attention to the sole patient. The young Science officer sat with his legs dangling over the edge of the bed while Chapel applied a regenerator to his hand, his tone sheepish as he explained to the nurse what had happened.
Jim smiled as he approached the open door of Bones’ office, leaning against the door frame when he saw him absorbed in reading a file. “Working late, Doctor?”
He waved at Chapel as he walked into the main Sickbay, relieved to see that all looked fairly quiet. She nodded briefly and motioned toward the office, then returned her attention to the sole patient. The young Science officer sat with his legs dangling over the edge of the bed while Chapel applied a regenerator to his hand, his tone sheepish as he explained to the nurse what had happened.
Jim smiled as he approached the open door of Bones’ office, leaning against the door frame when he saw him absorbed in reading a file. “Working late, Doctor?”