Those Neighborhood Hoodlums (#2, The Drabble Bin)

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I posted a ficlet over at jim-and-bones (which I know not all of you are a member of) for this picture post. It has one of my favorite poses for Karl…

Title: Those Neighborhood Hoodlums (#2, The Drabble Bin)
Author: klmeri
Fandom: Star Trek AOS
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Previous Drabbles: The Old Four


“Here, boy! Take this!”

Jim is startled by an old lady shoving her walker against his leg. “Um…” he tries to ask politely, “do you need help?” No one else is paying attention as they enter the supermarket. And ignoring an elderly person will make him look like an ass. Not the best way to start his day.

“No, no!” she insists, rattling the top bar of the walker for emphasis. “That’s for the hoodlum!”

He bites his lip and does a slow visual scan of the parking lot. “Is someone bothering you?” Crap, why did he leave the apartment? It doesn’t pay to deal with cranky old women before a cup of coffee.

She jabs a bony finger in a particular direction and, having let go of her support, wobbles precariously. Jim offers his arm for the old lady to cling to, which she does with a bit too much enthusiasm, and he has to wonder how hard it will be to detach her later on.

The woman, ignoring her new acquaintance’s long-suffering pout, hisses and proclaims quite loudly for a person of such tiny stature, “Boy, there’s a hoodlum on your car!”

Jim immediately seeks out his beloved vehicle (he’ll fend off the worst kind of miscreants to protect his baby) and, upon sighting the ‘hoodlum’, relaxes. Behind his dark shades, his eyes crinkle at the corners with amusement.

“Oh, that’s Bones,” he says. The lady opens her mouth and, fearful of what might come out of it, he hastily adds, “My boyfriend.”

She gives him a sharp look then wraps one of her hands around her walker and jerks it away from Jim. “Well, I don’t like the look of ‘im,” she complains. “A handsome man like you can do better ‘n a hoodlum.”

He can’t help but chuckle. “Bones isn’t a hoodlum, ma’am. He’s a medical student.”

Hmph!” But, disagreement or not, she is already turning away and making a steady pace for the automatic doors of the store. Her last piece of advice is shrill enough to carry into the market and warn the employees to hide. “You best get that man off your car, boy, and teach ‘im some decent posture. Ain’t nobody gonna visit a slouching doctor!”

He happens to think otherwise; after all, the jut of Bones’ hip might bring in more soccer moms than one medical practice can handle.

Sliding his sunglasses down his nose, Jim strolls over to the frowning Bones, swinging his small plastic bag of morning bagels (and maybe a donut or two). “I told you to stay in the car,” he says, by which he means in Jim-lingo: hello there, gorgeous.

Bones rolls his eyes in Jim’s direction. “‘S hot in the car. What’d that old lady want?”

“Nothing,” he says. “She just thought she saw somebody suspicious.”

His boyfriend tugs open the passenger door with an ungentle hand. “She probably did. This isn’t the best neighborhood. People’d sooner jack a car than take a bus.”

Oh, such a perfect opening. Jim waggles his eyebrows. “You can jack my car any time, Bones.”

Bones shoots him an unamused look over the red-painted hood. “Get in the car, Jim. I need to be at work by 10.”

Some people just don’t appreciate his jokes. But that’s okay because Jim knows he has something else everyone can appreciate.

And that something is already complaining about the over-heated leather upholstery of Jim’s car.

Coffee, Kirk decides as he turns his key in the ignition and the engine’s roar quiets to a purr. Coffee and a sprinkled donut and no old ladies calling attention to his pretty-mouthed boyfriend. Then today might be a good day.

Now how to convince Bones of that?

Trapped

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3 Comments

  1. evilgiraff

    I am going to be EXACTLY that sort of busybody nosy old lady one day. But more pervy. And I would have demanded to be introduced to Bones, too – just to be sure he wasn’t a hoodlum, obviously. Not for any other reason, of course. Ahem. :D

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