Transporting

[kirk_george]

George finished his PADD lesson and brought his toiletry roll with him down to the transporter, to await Bones. He knew he was early but...he didn't really have anything else to wait for so he might as well kill time so they could get down as soon as possible, so George could finish his shopping for the week. He wanted the rest of the week to be

Comments

[kirk_george]

George let his hand linger there for a second longer. "Jim said to give you this note, and for you to open it once we're on Risa properly." George handed over the note. "Two to beam down at the coordinates programmed."

[kirktastic]

[dctr_mccoy]

It was a full minute before Bones moved. Dropping the bag at his side, he opened the note George had pressed into his hand. Jim.

Looking up, he began walking slowly around. It was like paradise, and not a soul to be seen. All alone, he found them a spot all alone...

His heart leapt into his throat, and he pressed the note to his chest, as if that would calm the erratic beating. After investigating the kitchen, he walked into the bedroom, the huge four-poster bed covered in downy pillows. Sitting on it, he finally cracked a grin. Firm, just like he liked it.

Pulling off his boots, he stepped outside the curtains and began exploring. The sand was soft under his feet, and he wriggled his toes as he walked further down the beach and dipped his toes into the warm water. Perfect, just like the rest of it. "You should be here, Jim," he said quietly to himself. "Get here as soon as you can."

Looking back up at the house, he laughed aloud at the sight of the motorcycle parked next to the cottage.

He thought of everything, Leonard told

[kirk_george]

George materialized, and clicked open his comm. "So what'd my boy do to you?"

[dctr_mccoy]

The soft beep shook him out of his reverie. He opened it, and listened to George's question. "It's... it's a little house on a beach. He..." Leonard stopped, not sure how to describe the scene around him. "Did you know about this?"

[kirk_george]

"Only that I wasn't to expect you to be transported with me, and give you that note," George responded, with a smile. "So is he as bad as I am?"

[dctr_mccoy]

"Yeah," he chuckled. "I just wish he'd get here..."

Bones didn't want to get into that, not with George. Jim would hate that. "What time do we meet you tomorrow?" he asked, sitting down on the sand.

[kirk_george]

"Whenever you're ready...unless you want to just get the shopping done now?" George offered. "Then we'd have all tomorrow to hang out and surf."

[dctr_mccoy]

Bones looked around, then down at the chronometer on the comm device. "I'm gonna wait here, I think," he said slowly. "He should be here soon." He'd better be here soon, or I'm gonna beam back up there and get him.

"How about the day after tomorrow - that alright?" he asked. "Or that mess up your plans?"

[kirk_george]

"Not really? My plans are to hang out with my family," George shrugged. "And pick up some things I like having on my away from the planet. Don't like relying on just my phaser."

[dctr_mccoy]

"Weapons?" he chuckled. "Yeah, that figures."

Suddenly he felt tired, as if the waves lapping at the beach were slowly lowering his anxiety, and a warm, peaceful feeling began seeping into his bones. "I'm gonna run now, alright? We'll call you tomorrow morning."

[kirk_george]

"I'll talk to you guys later," George confirmed. "Hug Jim good night for me." He clicked close his comm with a smile, before wandering towards finding his own place to sleep and stopping to pick up a pair of trunks on the way.