Merry Christmas everywhere
Codes: K/S impl. Mc, Tuppertrek (Humot)
Summary: Where is Jimís present?
Disclaimer: The characters in this story donít 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 Susan for the beta. For all remaining errors, blame me.
"That can't be true!" Nervously
Jim pulled the contents of his closet out and threw it onto the
floor "Where the hell is it?"
"Well, that's what I call a strange form of Christmas cleaning," a mocking voice behind him said.
Frightened, Jim turned around and knocked his head on the drawer. "Ouch!" he screamed. "Do you have to frighten me, Bones?" Groaning he rubbed his head, "now I'm sure to have a concussion!"
Leonard looked at it. "Nonsense," he said. "There isn't even a little bump. Your thick skin can take this."
Jim did not answer his smile and asked instead: "What do you actually want here?"
"To borrow some sugar. I have some cookies in the oven, but I need something for the decoration."
"Take what you want," Jim answered indifferently and disappeared again into the closet.
"What are you looking for? " Len asked curiously, his cookies completely forgotten.
"My gift for Spock. I ordered it weeks ago through a catalogue and I was certain that I'd hidden it here. I wanted to wrap it now."
Jim came out the closet again and shook his head. "However I can't find it."
"What was it? " Leonard's curiosity grew. After all he knew well that Jim had 'strange' taste when it came to presents.
Jim grinned. "A new vibrator that plays Jingle Bells, if one... well you know what I mean."
Len nodded. "Sounds very interesting," he said and thought that this would have been a suitable gift for Scotty too.
"I wanted to celebrate with a very special Christmas night," Jim sighed. "Cinnamon cookies, sandalwood oil, candles and so on."
"Just order a new one," Len suggested.
Yet Jim sadly shook his head. "Its too late. They won't deliver in time for Christmas. I saw a similar thing in the Be-At-Euhse-shop, but..." (not sure what you mean by this.Be Yourself??)
"So why didn't you buy it there?" Leonard interrupted.
"Because I've been banned," Jim sighed and explained before Leonard could voice the question at hand: " It was only a misunderstanding, believe me. Just because I liked to buy their decorations. They don't understand their customers."
Yet suddenly a smile came to Jim's face as he got an idea. "Can you go there and buy it for me?" he asked hopefully.
Len nodded. "Sure, I can when my cookies are ready." Suddenly it hit him. He yelled: "My cookies" and ran out the room.
In the furthest corner of the garden a disappointed dog spat out a pink object. He had thought he had found a pretty bone when he played in his human's closet, but this thing tasted simply terrible. And now it began to make strange sounds.
Meanwhile suspicious smoke penetrated from the kitchen of the neighbour's house.