because friendship makes him cranky.

[medicos]

No, I'm not putting it up on my office wall.

[ he means this, a gift from his bff4lyf (one of them, anyway, there's a lot of you).

it's going to be framed :') ]

Comments

[hischair]

[ Thanks a lot, man. :( Scooting back on the bed a little, he leans to the side (tender what the hell kind of stupid). ]

What? Uh, sure.

[ It's hard being a genius with an imagination the size of Jupiter. ]

[medicos]

[ you get two raised eyebrows this time. ]

What now.

[hischair]

What what-now? Nothing.

[ Oh shit, he'll think I'm concussed. ]

I'm fine.

[medicos]

[ yeah, you're right.

he's scanning your head with a tricorder now. ]

[hischair]

[ Sweet Jesus. ]

Bones, stop. C'mon, I'm alright. [ Trying to pull on his shirt. ] Get that thing out of my face!

[medicos]

You were suddenly quiet. I thought you hit your head on nothing.

[ a beat. ]

Are you sure?

[hischair]

Definitely.

[medicos]

[ narrowing his eyes. you know he'll figure this out eventually. ]

What are you thinking?

[hischair]

That you should go on a diet? You're really heavy, y'know that?

[medicos]

I'm a doctor, Jim. I think I'd know if I'm within the acceptable weight range. [ and... he doesn't care. not like someone who wants to be pretty all the time. ]

Are you going to keep changing the subject until I figure it out myself?

[hischair]

Figure what out? You're neurotic as hell today.

[ Nopenopenope! ]

[medicos]

[ when is he not? ]

Really? Because your head was in the clouds the moment we stopped talking about my bedside manner.

[hischair]

[ THIS. FACE. ]

[medicos]

[ this face. ]

So you are curious.

[hischair]

Can I leave medbay now?

[medicos]

[ he's going to be smug for the rest of the day. thanks, jim. ]

Go right ahead, Captain.

[hischair]

[ Grumpyass captain for the rest of the day. Thanks, Bones. ]

You can file all those outstanding reports tonight, Doctor.

[medicos]

[ if smugness can be projected in writing, that's what jim will be reading when he receives them. ]

Gladly.

[hischair]

And I want full, up-to-date medical examinations carried out on the crew within forty-eight hours.

[ It's good to be captain. ]

[medicos]

Okay.

[ aha, where do you think you're going, jim? he's pulling you back. ]

Let's start with you, Captain.

[hischair]

[ fUCK ]

Not me. Bones, get off.

[medicos]

You're a part of the crew, Jim, captain or not.

[hischair]

You aren't listening to what I'm saying.

[medicos]

When you're grumpy, you go all out, did you know that?

You know I'd tell you if you ask, right? [ there are no secrets between best friends, and bones may have to grump his way through it, but he'll tell jim, in the end.

the problem half the time is that jim doesn't ask. ]

[hischair]

What am I supposed to be asking?

[ He really is a moody bitch. ]