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When; Tuesday, Oct. 8. Early afternoon.
Rating; PG?
Characters; Bones [

medicos ] & Jim [

hischair ]
Summary; Two co-dependent bros playing catch in a park.
Log;

[ october means autumn. leaves falling everywhere. cold breeze. halloween things - trick or treat and all that - that bones has a lot to complain about if given the time and opportunity. they are things that bones didn't think he was ever going to experience within the next five years of his life living in jim's rattling tin can that he calls a spaceship. but being stuck in an island puts perspective on things.

it's his day off, so naturally, jim squeezes his way into bones' free day and makes plans for them both to spend time in the park together as if they haven't gotten sick of seeing each other every day just yet. ]

D'you even know how to play catch, kid?

[ he throws and catches a baseball in his hands. he's just goading. ]

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Not if you're going to throw hypos at me, I don't.

[ Jim hops up from the already devastated picnic with a sandwich, chomping away open-mouthed as he backs off and gestures for Leonard to just toss the damned ball already. Does he know how to play catch? Please. ]

You should be asking yourself if you're fit enough to keep up.

[ Mr. I-Hate-Exercise-But-Preach-It-To-Every-Other-Soul. ]

[ hey, he still exercises despite hating it. that's the whole point. ]

We've had this discussion already.

[ THROWS THE BALL REALLY HARD AT JIM ]

I remember you spitting wet sand out of your mouth some moments after.

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I don't remember that.

[ NOPENOPENOPE, must be delusional there, doc! Catching the ball, he winces and rubs some banged fingers on his side before nicely tossing it back. ]

[ stop that. you're being nice when he's being cranky and it makes him feel guilty. ]

You goin' senile already, Captain? You've reached your peak too soon.

[ Super nice best friend, Jim Kirk. ]

You're the one dreaming up scenarios, Bones.

[ Didn't admit shit to Pike, won't admit it to anyone else. Ever. ]

Can't say I'd ever want to dream about you rolling around in the dirt, kid, and I honestly could do without that image in my head again.

[ what a little shit for a best friend you are.

bones has got to admit that this is nice, just relaxing as though there's nothing else to worry about out there. he hasn't done that since starfleet happened to his life, although he's tried, with jim's coaxing. he feels a little suspicious here, but then again, he's always suspicious. ]

Y'know what's missing? A dog. So you can play fetch with it instead of playing catch with me.

[ ...he wouldn't say no to himself playing fetch with a dog, really. if you know what he means. this joke is never going to die. ]

[ Catching the ball, he gives him a flat look that speaks volumes about how much Jim Kirk sometimes despises one Leonard McCoy beyond the telling. ]

You're hilarious, anyone ever tell you that?

[ Throwing the ball a little harder!! ]

[ right back at'cha, kid. ]

Ain't that what the nickname's for?

[ funny bones, har har. ]

One day we'll get cursed and you'll turn into a guinea pig, then you'll be sorry.

[ And Jim will let Bones live in his shirt, it'll be all kinds of adorableawkward. ]

The fact that you think I'm gonna turn into a rodent is already your first mistake.

[ excuse you, he's an owl. judging you and your shit.

...but he could be a guinea pig because the City has a rotten sense of humor. ]

[ BEST OWL. Scariest fucker in existence, who would ever think it's a good idea to give Bones a beak. ]

Oh, really? Set your sights high, have you? Enlighten me.

Maybe I'll be a rottweiler so I can bite your leg off.

[ think about it. ]

I wish you'd turn into something like a hamster, that'd be fantastic. [ lmf pausing to actually laugh about it as he toys with the ball. ] Little Bones tucked up in my shirt, munching on some seeds ... hahah! Ah, shit.

[ Wiping his eyes. ]

Dear Multiverse, I know what I want for Christmas this year.

Far be it for the universe to actually get you what you want just because you asked for it. It's never that simple.

[ he will turn into a gerbil for christmas if there's a grabbag, it's written. ]

You gonna throw the ball or not?

A universe might not but we're not petitioning just one, Bones. You've got to think big.

[ Headbutting the ball over. ]

I'd really rather not.

[ catching it because he's good at this, fuck you x( ]

It's October. D'you think they celebrate Halloween it here?

They better. How many other times a year do I get to wrap you up in bandages?

[ SERIOUS COSTUME IDEAS ... ]

Damn sure that's more up your alley, Jim. You've done good practice over the years. [ you fucking trouble magnet. ] And for god's sake, before you say anything, I'm not going trick or treating with you.

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