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One of Those Days And It's Only 10:30

In case any of you are bored and willing to indulge me (I posted hopefully over at mccoy_and_kirk too): Could someone write an Academy-era ficlet where everyone knows Kirk and McCoy are in each others' pockets and thus they each spend a day beleaguered by requests for the other's whereabouts, etc?

Note: This might actually save me from throwing things and similar.

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morfin
Aug. 11th, 2011 04:10 pm (UTC)
Ensign Falken dropped his datapad on the table fuming "Ok, where the hell is Kirk? He was supposed to give me a copy of his Subspace Physics class notes yesterday and I still can't find him."

The others at the desk looked up from their food and pads. Benedict mumbled "Have you checked with McCoy?" The others immediately began knodding.

"Yeah, go check with McCoy."
"They're always around each other or know where the other is."
"You noticed that too? Why is that?"
"Are they a couple?"
"Kirk and McCoy? No, Kirk doesn't chase anything that's not in a skirt or isn't green."

The corner became a very lively center of discourse on Kirk and McCoy activities. One student started drawing diagrams with arrows connecting Kirk and McCoy at various times and locations. Another worked on a venn diagram.

One student raised his voice tentatively "Uh, I kinda have a theory. It seems most of the time when they're seen together, McCoy is giving a hypo of something to Kirk. I think he's sick and McCoy's trying to keep him alive."

"I think he's hooked on stems."
"No, I think it's some kind of sexual enhancement drug."

Falken sighed in exasperation "Never mind. I should know to never rely on Kirk for notes. He'll probably never graduate anyway."
caitri
Aug. 11th, 2011 06:09 pm (UTC)
ROFL!!!!

You realize this makes you THIS close to a convert right? Right?

Also, this:

"No, I think it's some kind of sexual enhancement drug."

Made LOL. Thank god my door is closed 'cause I'm eating lunch. *G*
blue_jack
Aug. 11th, 2011 04:18 pm (UTC)
Awww, bb, you know if I could, I totally would. *hugs* I hope your day gets better. *cuddles*
caitri
Aug. 11th, 2011 06:11 pm (UTC)
*epic squishes*

Thanks, bb!! <33

Unrelated, I'm starting to make good enroads on my kushiel!fic again. When it's finished are you still willing to be a beta?
gadgetorious
Aug. 11th, 2011 05:43 pm (UTC)
If you don't mind waiting until after work I'm on it. <3
caitri
Aug. 11th, 2011 06:12 pm (UTC)
****SQUISH****

I love and adore you. <3
kimuracarter
Aug. 11th, 2011 10:50 pm (UTC)
McCoy is grumbling when Kirk gets back from class late in the afternoon. He's always grumbling about something, but this time he seems particularly agitated and won't respond to anything Jim says.

Jim gives an exaggerated sigh, unzips his tunic and flops on his back onto his bed. "Okay, what'd I do, Bones?"

"It's all your fault," McCoy responds, getting his things together to go to the clinic.

"Elaborate," Jim encourages.

"All damn day, anyone looking for you asks me. As if I've got some magic locator strapped to your goddamn back."

Jim giggles; he can't help it. "Sorry, Bones."

"Apparently, some folks are of the opinion that I know where you are 24/7." He turns and stops grumbling long enough to glare.

Jim shrugs innocently. "What do you want me to do, Bones? Stop hanging around you?"

McCoy huffs in exasperation and gathers up his things.

"It goes both ways, you know," Kirk says as his roommate is nearly out the door. "People ask me where you are all the time, too. Guess they just see us together a lot."

McCoy blushes, and Kirk grins at his friend's back. He thinks he hears a muttered, "Whatever" before Bones is out the door.

Edited at 2011-08-11 10:50 pm (UTC)
caitri
Aug. 12th, 2011 12:22 am (UTC)
*G*G*G*G*G*G*G* This is lovely, bb!!!!!!!
kimuracarter
Aug. 12th, 2011 03:12 pm (UTC)
I'm glad you enjoyed it. ^_^
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