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For a short time there’s a trend on the Enterprise of wearing a fellow crewman’s shirt when you’re off duty. The trick is you have to steal the shirt, with he intention of returning it of course.
Certain crew members are worth extra bragging bonuses. Spock is pretty much off limits, as is anyone whose casual wear doesn’t really include shirts of some type. Jim’s shirts are worth more than Scotty’s and Sulu’s but less than Uhura’s. Chekov’s are considered beginners level. Bones’ is practically god-mode.
Someone manages to grab about three of Jim’s shirts at once and isn’t even vaguely surprised that they’re all band shirts, and none of the obscure bands one would assume. They’re actually fairly hardcore and loud. He goes into med bay to brag to his friends when Bones sees him and instantly turns on “the face of irritated disapproval” he’s so well known for.
“The hell are you doing with my shirt? I’ve been looking for that for weeks.”
And that is how the rest of the crew finds out that Jim and Bones are dating and how Bones finds out Jim hordes his tee shirts. It’s also how they find out that the doctor has intense taste in music, but that’s not really what they focus on.
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Alone Time
A/N: While Len and Jim are at Starfleet Academy, they have to decide how they’re going to spend a free weekend – together, or alone? 791 words.
The first free weekend in between quarter terms, when Len and the other cadets can actually leave Starfleet Academy for a full seventy-two hours, he realizes the only plan he wants is some time with no one but himself for company.
He’s barely had a moment alone since he boarded that shuttle and met Jim, after all. And while he’d probably have thrown over everything and hightailed it back to Georgia without Jim around to make it bearable, Len figures no one can blame him for wanting a break. Lord knows Jim is probably more than ready for some alone time himself.
Sure, in the weeks leading up to the break, Jim had rambled about heading out to do some rock climbing together – going on about fresh air during the breaks in dialogue at a terrible holofilm they were suffering through at a local movie place (while the other patrons were hissing at them to shut up), or enthusing about the parks with the best trails when he was sprawled, as per usual, on Len’s bed (and wearing Len’s Medical sweatshirt without permission to boot).
When had Len told him a week or so later he didn’t want to spend his break worrying whether Jim would break his fool neck, Jim had dragged him off to a little bistro they sometimes visited when they were sick of cafeteria food. Over dinner, he’d rattled off a host of cities on the west coast they could vacation at instead.
Len had left him a note the next day saying he didn’t want anyplace crowded. So Jim had taken to messaging Len info between classes about sleepy little towns with quiet inns, talking up the area around Monterey all the while Len was trying to study.
“I was thinking I’d head off on my own,” Len had said finally, the night before the break started.