leonard mccoy (adoctordamnit) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-08-02 19:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, james kirk, leonard mccoy |
Just don’t like... do all that kissing stuff. Not while I’m in the room.
Who: Jim Kirk, Leonard McCoy
When: Circa July 24/25 (before the dinner date at Jim and Hermione’s place)
Where: McCoy’s place
What: Catching up with Bones
Rating/Warning: Low/None
Status: Complete
He couldn’t just beam Bones up, not while the Enterprise was being repaired. When he wasn’t with Hermione, he was generally on the ship. The transporters worked. Most of the time.
So Jim dropped by his friend’s house the old fashioned way - by car.
McCoy was home. Where else would he be? Joanna was in her room, watching some crazy video on the Disney Channel, or something. McCoy didn’t really know or care. He was making a late dinner now he was home from his shift at the hospital.
Jim knocked. He figured either Bones would answer, or he’d get bowled over by Joanna. Either would be a good thing and he’d be happy for it. He shifted from foot to foot and practiced his best Captain face.
McCoy was the one who answered the door. He broke into something of a grin. “Jim. Come in.”
The sound of the television stopped from Joanna’s room.
“Hey.” He grinned and stepped inside. “How’s tricks, Bones?” He eyed him like “I KNOW YOU HAS SECRETS” and grinned wider.
“Fine.” McCoy said, closing the door behind his friend. He motioned toward the kitchen. “Just finished making dinner. You hungry?”
And then a giggling, fast ball of brunette hair and barrettes and friendship bracelets wearing a Vampire Diaries t-shirt came flying across the room. Jim was suddenly pounced on by Joanna, a tackle-hug that could rival a football player. ...well, okay, maybe a Jr. High football player.
“Starving.” Jim caught Joanna and hugged her. “Hey! It’s been awhile, heartbreaker!” There were times he wanted kids. This was usually those kind of times. He wouldn’t mind skipping the diapers.
“Jim! Hi!” Joanna said, hugging her as-good-as-uncle tightly. “I’m not breaking any hearts!” She added, insisting. “Just... y’know... the normal ones. Look!” She said, pulling back to show off her fingernails. They were painted a shimmering, navy blue.
“She wanted to do mine, too,” McCoy said, moving into the kitchen. He’d made stew and popovers. He started to dish up three servings. “I refused.”
“Do you want blue nail polish??” Joanna asked, looking up at Jim with bright, happy eyes. “Please??”
“They’re gorgeous. I’d love some blue nail polish,” Jim ruffled her hair. “Blue’s a good color. I prefer gold, but science blue is nice too.” He couldn’t help but think of Carol.
McCoy chuckled from the kitchen. Science blue, huh? He brought the dishes out into the living room and set them down on the coffee, table, then flopped onto the sofa.
Joanna looked as if Christmas had come early. “Wait right here!” She said, then bolted off to her room to collect up the nail polish, and whatever else she thought was necessary to give Jim his makeover.
“What have I got myself into?” Jim asked, taking a seat at the kitchen table and grinning at his friend. “So when were you going to tell me about your girlfriend, you old dog?”
McCoy had been about to eat a spoonful of stew, but lowered the spoon when Jim asked. His eyes popped over to Joanna’s bedroom, then back to Jim. “I... Really.” Girlfriend. Huh. He supposed that’s what she was, though they hadn’t really put words to it yet. “...crap, I do have a girlfriend, don’t I?”
“You don’t know?” Jim looked at him incredulously, then laughed. “You sound like me.”
McCoy shook his head. “That’s an awkward conversation to have. ‘Hey, are you my girlfriend, or are we just dating?’ I’d hate to piss her off and fuck everything up.” He went quiet when Joanna came back into the room with the blue nail polish.
“Okay, come here.” Joanna said, sitting next to Jim and taking hold of his hand so she could do his nails.
“You really should talk about that. When’s the wedding, can I be the flower girl or will Joanna shank me for it?” Jim fell quiet then Joanna game in and obediently gave her his hand.
“Wedding?” Joanna asked, cocking her head to the side. “Who’s getting married?” She asked, then turned her attention to her father, still holding Jim’s hand under her own, pinned to the table.
McCoy was giving Jim a death glare. “No one’s getting married, hun. Make sure to put sparkles on his fingernails. Super glue them on.”
Jim grinned triumphantly, and wriggled his fingers a little bit until he let them fall still. “Just some friends of mine, that’s all.”
Joanna seemed to be satisfied with that answer. She set about painting Jim’s fingernails, making him hold his hands still on the table. “Ooh, I’ve got an idea,” she said, while the first layer of paint was drying. “I’ll be right back!”
And then she was off. McCoy turned to Jim, breaking into a little smirk. “Did you see that sparkle in her eyes? You’re in trouble.”
“I don’t mind. She could use a little indulging. And a female touch. So tell me about this mystery woman of yours, Bones? Who could make the man who swore off love turn his head?”
“Her name is Elizabeth Weir, and she’s a former patient.” McCoy said with a little sigh, leaning back in his seat. “Not a patient of mine, but one I met in the hospital.”
“Was going to say...” Jim flashed his teeth. “You sly dog you. What’s she like?”
“She’s really smart. And she’s crazy about me.” McCoy said. He didn’t really understand that part, but he’d certainly noticed how much Elizabeth liked him. Loved him? He was so broken about relationships, he didn’t know if it was possible for him to feel the same way. Though, he was trying.
“So she’s just crazy,” Jim teased.
“Who’s crazy?” Joanna said, crossing the room. She had a little make-up kit in her hands, and was carrying a comb. Yes. Barrettes, eye shadow, lipstick. Jim was getting the full treatment.
McCoy shook his head. “It’s nothing. Are you going to eat dinner, or simply give Jim a makeover?”
Joanna gave her father an are you kidding? kind of a look.
“Your dad. He’s crazy. Nutso. He has to be to work his job. Dealing with people with germs and cooties.” Jim waved a hand good naturedly.
“Oh. Well, I could have told you that.” Joanna said. She stood behind Jim’s chair and started to comb his hair to put the barrettes in.
“You know who’s going to love your new look?” McCoy asked, looking at Jim.
Jim sat perfectly still. “I suppose you’d know better that your dad is a kook.” He flashed a grin at McCoy. “Hermione will love it.”
“I do.” Joanna started in on Jim’s hair, combing it and putting little barrettes in. This was something she wasn’t able to do often, and when she had the chance she milked it. “Hermione, huh? That’s your wife?”
“I told you she cried, right?” McCoy teased.
“Daaad! I did not!” Joanna argued.
“When I told her about your marriage?” McCoy went on.
“Daaaaaad! Stop it!” Joanna said, and threw a barrette at McCoy. It landed in the bowl of soup in front of him.
Jim laughed, careful to not disturb Joanna’s work. “That’s my wife. You’ll have to take any complaints about my lack of bachelorhood up with her, but I have to warn you, she’s a witch.”
“Why’d you marry her if she’s a witch?” Joanna asked. “Dad calls Mom a witch all the time, and he divorced her.” Or did she divorce him?
McCoy was suddenly very busy in pulling the barrette out of the stew and cleaning it off with his napkin.
“She’s a good witch. With magic powers and super brains.” He winked at Joanna. “You’d like her.”
“I’m not so sure about that.” McCoy mumbled, breaking into a grin.
“I’m sure I would.” Joanna said. She put the last clip into Jim’s hair, then grabbed the eye shadow. Oh, yes. The bright blue stuff. He was likely to look like a clown when this was all over. “Like... Glinda the good witch?”
“Kind of. More like Harry Potter.” Jim gave her a smile. “Wands, making spells that sort of thing. Really smart. Reminds me a bit of that one cute brunette with the curly hair.”
“Hermione??” Joanna asked, looking excited. “You’re married to Hermione Granger??”
McCoy did a bit of a face palm.
“Yes.” Jim pulled a picture of them out of his wallet and showed it off.
Joanna was skeptical. She took the photo and gave a “huh” as she looked at it. It was obvious that she was torn between wanting to believe that this was Hermione Granger and not wanting Jim to be married at all.
McCoy leaned over and took a look. “That’s a nice photo of Hermione,” he said.
“Well, it’s the only one that’s not from the private collection,” Jim replied good naturedly.
Thank Goodness that went right over Joanna’s head. “She’s really pretty. You guys look... really happy.” She wasn’t smiling, though, as she handed the photo back.
McCoy picked up the stew dishes and took them back into the kitchen.
“Thanks.” Jim gave her a little wink. “Maybe I’ll introduce you two and she can show you some magic.”
Joanna blushed. She picked up the eye shadow. “Just don’t like... do all that kissing stuff. Not while I’m in the room.”
McCoy was chuckling from the kitchen.
“Deal. Now make me pretty,” Jim commanded, with all the authority of a starship captain.