Honorable Mention TOS McCoy/Scott.
A donkey rarely
comes alone
T'Len
2003
Series. TOS
Pairing: Mc/Sc
Code: G, humor
Feedback: tlen11@freenet.de
Summary: holiday-“joy”
Disclaimer: The characters in this story
don’t belong to me. I only borrowed them for some fun. No moneymaking, no
violation of copyrights are intended. The story is mine and it is just
fanfiction. If you are under age, please stay away. If you have a problem with
this topic, then look elsewhere for your entertainment. English is not my
native language, so please be patient with my mistakes. Thanks to T’Lin for the
beta-reading. For all remaining errors, blame me.
"Daddy, I don’t want to walk any more."
"Uncle Bones, me feet hurt."
"I want ice-cream, Daddy!"
“Can I Get [Get I] one, too, uncle Bones?"
"Me also, Len."
Leonard McCoy sighed softly. This was his life’s most terrible vacation.
Yet Jim’s promises had sounded so sweet. "We take a large house and switch
around with taking care of the kids. That way, we all get some time alone.”
Scotty had been so enthusiastic about this plan that he spontaneously
agreed without asking his approval. The kids naturally had been equally
enthusiastic about the idea to spend the holidays together with their best
friends, so he couldn’t do anything but give his approval.
Now he knew he shouldn’t have done so. How the hell did it happen that
on those days in which Jim and Spock were responsible for the kids, the sun was
always shining, but he and Scotty always got the cloudy days?
While his friends had to do nothing more than observe the children at
the beach, he had already seen every amusement and animal parks around. There
was no time for relaxation. He would have liked to play some golf or to swim
regularly in the sea. His figure certainly could use a bit more sport-like
activity.
Jim and Spock, of course, thought more of some other sort of
„sport“. Surely they spent the whole
day in bed. In the meantime, his feet nearly killed him. And tomorrow, Scotty
and he would once again be so exhausted that they wouldn’t be able to think of
satisfying each other, sexually. To be honest, they hadn’t done it once during
this vacation.
He sighed and chased a flee away that just tried to sit on his nose.
This donkey park was actually the worst place which they had visited. Insects
everywhere. And he certainly had smelled better air then here.
As he thinking about whether or not he could attract the kids with the
promise of an extra large sundae, so that they could leave this terrible place,
their attention was drawn to a little donkey-foal.
“Isn’t it sweet?" Scarlett called enthusiastically. "And those
large ears it has."
"Exactly like uncle Spock’s." her brother said and immediately
harvested Tommy’s wrath.
“That’s not true and you’re an idiot," he called with balled fists.
Leonard quickly stepped between them.
"Enough!" he commanded energetically. "Duncan, one does
not say something like that. Tommy, your fathers should actually have taught
you that one don’t solve dispute with force, and especially not against younger
kids."
Sara had in the meanwhile studied some signs nearby and directed the
general interest into another direction.
"Here one can take a cab-drive with the donkeys."
The other kids were naturally hot for this idea. “Can we do
that?" "Oh, please!" and
"Great!" sounded it from all of them.
Leonard however remained sceptical - especially after he had read the
sign himself. "I don’t know. Here it is written that one has to direct the
cab by oneself. None of us has experience with such a
transportation."
But obviously, this comment triggered a response in his spouse. “Come
on, Len, how difficult can that be? I can fly a spaceship, I certainly will
manage a donkey."
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“How difficult can that be? I
can fly a spaceship.” Leonard’s voice was saying half an hour later, full of
sarcasm.
"I don't find that funny," Scotty growled, standing quite
helplessly in front of their little donkey-cart. “Damn, go!" he scolded
the animal.
Leonard - always having an eye on the kids picking flowers - sits down
in the soft grass under a shadowing tree. The meadow had been the premature end
of their quite unusual trip over cane and stone. Because it didn’t look like they
would soon drive further, he decided to make himself more comfortable. "I
doubt that this will help," he noted sarcastically toward his spouse.
Scotty really was upset now. "Do something to bring this stubborn
cattle to move. After all, you are the psychologically educated one
here."
"I’m a physician and not a veterinarian. And moreover, I’m on
vacation." He slipped down on his back and deeply breathed the spicy aroma
of the grass. For a brief moment he considered telling Scotty that the rear
axle of the cart seemed broken. The donkey obviously had noted this and
therefore denied any continuation of their trip.
But he decided against it. Certainly sooner or later "Mr.
Super-Engineer" would find out and until then he could sweat somewhat. After
all, he was responsible for this stressful vacation. A little revenge was due
him.
And it was simply too amusing to see Scotty unsuccessfully talking with
the animal. Wasn’t it said a donkey rarely comes alone?
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