Cow bells
Cow bells
A silly fill for an equally silly prompt
Written for st_xi_kink_meme
Originally posted HERE
Jim stared doubtfully at the tray Bones held out to him. On it were four vaguely cone shaped metal objects. He picked one up the smallest one and swung it back and forth experimentally. There was a hollow dong.
“Bones, your my friend right?”
“Yes, Jim.” Bones pushed the tray at him again and reflexively Jim took it.
“And you like...well you at least respect Spock?”
A scowl started to creep on to the doctor's face.“Yes, Jim.”
“And you said when I told you I was dating Spock and I quote 'If anyone could keep me from jumping off the far edge of the universe it would be him'”
“Yes, Jim.” The doctor heaved a dramatic sigh.
“So why are you trying to sabotage my boy-friendly attempt to make him feel better?”
“Damn Jim, I am a doctor. All the information I can get my hands on about sai-fam-shad fever, which is precious little by the way, says that this will and I quote 'Reduce the amount of disorientation and increase the patients ability to regulate their core temperature.'”
“Your sure this isn't revenge for when he said that human medicine had replaced bones and rattles with pills as its placebo of choice? Because I'm pretty sure that was actually a compliment.”
Bones practical growled at him “That hypocritical hob-goblin.” He snatched a pad off his desk and tapped quickly on the screen as he continued. “Specific auditory stimulation interferes with the over acting parts of the Vulcan brain allowing over parts of the brain to regain control of their autonomic functions. So when those” He gestured at the tray “are used right, they are the Vulcan equivalent of chicken soup.” He thrust the pad at Jim. “Here is what you need to know to help your pointy earred friend.”
Jim took the pad but didn't look quite convinced “But Bones, cow bells!?”
A silly fill for an equally silly prompt
Written for st_xi_kink_meme
Originally posted HERE
Jim stared doubtfully at the tray Bones held out to him. On it were four vaguely cone shaped metal objects. He picked one up the smallest one and swung it back and forth experimentally. There was a hollow dong.
“Bones, your my friend right?”
“Yes, Jim.” Bones pushed the tray at him again and reflexively Jim took it.
“And you like...well you at least respect Spock?”
A scowl started to creep on to the doctor's face.“Yes, Jim.”
“And you said when I told you I was dating Spock and I quote 'If anyone could keep me from jumping off the far edge of the universe it would be him'”
“Yes, Jim.” The doctor heaved a dramatic sigh.
“So why are you trying to sabotage my boy-friendly attempt to make him feel better?”
“Damn Jim, I am a doctor. All the information I can get my hands on about sai-fam-shad fever, which is precious little by the way, says that this will and I quote 'Reduce the amount of disorientation and increase the patients ability to regulate their core temperature.'”
“Your sure this isn't revenge for when he said that human medicine had replaced bones and rattles with pills as its placebo of choice? Because I'm pretty sure that was actually a compliment.”
Bones practical growled at him “That hypocritical hob-goblin.” He snatched a pad off his desk and tapped quickly on the screen as he continued. “Specific auditory stimulation interferes with the over acting parts of the Vulcan brain allowing over parts of the brain to regain control of their autonomic functions. So when those” He gestured at the tray “are used right, they are the Vulcan equivalent of chicken soup.” He thrust the pad at Jim. “Here is what you need to know to help your pointy earred friend.”
Jim took the pad but didn't look quite convinced “But Bones, cow bells!?”