InsaneJournal

Now, why he hadn't noticed the Hobgoblin was little when he woke up was really up for debate. It could just be he didn't look in Spock's general direction in the mornings. It could be because he'd decided that if he couldn't have coffee or bourbon in the morning that he needed a shower and had put some foggy lenses over his eyes. Either way, Bones hadn't seen that it was a kid who was staying in that little gas station with them. Nope. 

So, he'd started to read about an influx of children he looked less than amused. It wasn't that he didn't like kids (he's a dad, afterall), it was more a matter that Bones didn't like the fact that this place had brought children here at all. Oh, that was just low. He'd taken his shower, come out and checked the journal again, only to see there'd been a development: the kids were captives. Sweet Jesus. Another wipe of the towel, another rub of his brow and he turned the page. And there was somebody asking about Vulcan and noting the lack of some tormentor. Oh, come on! 

Now, under normal circumstances Bones might make some sort of joke, curious to see what the hobgoblin was like outside of a Star Fleet uniform, wanting to know if that stick was up his ass from birth or if it had been surgically implanted. Unfortunately, Bones couldn't really manage to joke about this. Who knew what kind of damage a place like this could do to a child? Let alone a little green blooded alien who was surrounded by.. The more Bones read in those journals he came to realize that he was surrounded by some pretty strange folk that he didn't even know were strange. A witch? A kid talking about something called a TARDIS and an academy? Holy Mother of God. 

Even still, Bones was on his trek back to the Gas Station, nose stuck firmly in that book. Just great.