2005 ASC Award: The newsgroup would like to recommend: Featuring Scotty

It’s a season to be jolly

T'Len

2004

Series: TOS

Pairing: K, Mc (Sc/Mc and K/S impl.)

Rating: PG

Warnings: Humour, Tuppertrekseries

Feedback: tlen11@freenet.de

Summary: Who’s crying?

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 Lady Charena for the beta. For all remaining errors, blame me.

"Oh yes.” Sighing Leonard took a deep breath of the clear, fresh air, before he took the rag again and soaped the window further. That still non had invented windows which cleaned themselves? Perhaps he should asked Scotty...

No, better not.. If he thought of the “improvements” in their bathroom and at their bed, then the windows probably would destroyed themselves when cleaning. Perhaps they should finally hire a scrubwoman as Jim dud. Maybe Gina would like to change her working place? After all his household wasn’t half so chaotically as their neighbours.

An the other hand away from every main road and therefore the traffic as they lived now, he didn't have to clean windows too often in the year. This was not such an inconvenience. If just Scotty would help him a bit more in the household instead of always creeping away in the summer house for building some stupid technologically things non did really need when he talked about house cleaning.

A noise startled Leonard from his thoughts. Squeaks or sooner howls came obviously from the next-door. Leonard bent out the window and saw that Jim's kitchen window was open. He just wondered if something had happened to his friend as the noise -- now more a wail - once more resounded.

There must had happened an accident. Being well accustomed to former captain’s many little catastrophe Leonard jumped courageously off the ladder, snatched his aid bag – which he had always ready in the corridor for all cases - and rushed out his front door to hurry to the other house half.

He hasten to the kitchen, calling “I’m coming - and stopped abruptly at the door.

In the kitchen stood – around himself a chaos from bowls, cookie forms and baking ingredients -- a cheerful Jim Kirk singing loudly and wrongly: "It’s a season to be jolly."

When he noticed his guest he interrupted the song. "Oh hello Bones, why do you rush in so quickly?"

"Who is injured? And where is he?” Len asked still completely out of air.

Jim looked at him astonished. "I am alone in the house and I feel splendid."

"But I’ve heard someone howl..." Leonard broke off as Jim began once more to sing to himself while he cut out more cookies. Len suddenly realised that he had thought Jim’ not very melodic singing the pain-cries of someone.

He was outraged, mildly said. All the excitement for nothing. But if he just was here anyway then he could cost at least once from the cookies. They really smelled too seductive. And he finally had earned this, didn’t he?

“May I?" He didn't wait for Jim’s nod and helped himself to some cookies. All hearts and stars as he noted. Now this form did well fit to Jim’s not only at Christmas romantic soul.

Len bit in one – and spit the mouthfuls at once out again.

"Ieeee," he called. "What have you put in them?"

Jim answered: "Only the usual and a breeze of cinnamon. These are my special surprise cookies for Spock."

"He will be very surprised then," Len grumbled and handed Jim the bitten cookie. "Costs! This just tastes abominable."

Carefully Jim bit a piece off and his nose turned up. "You are right," he said. Then he thought over it till suddenly his face brightened. He reached for a can and kept it close to his eyes then stretch it as far away as he could. With squinted eyes he scrutinised it.

"I must have taken salt instead of sugar," he finally mumbled.

Leonard sighed. "When do you finally believe me that you need glasses?"

End