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