Finally reached the 200 followers milestone on tumblr. In celebration, I wrote a little drabble. :D

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For someone who loathes getting wet, Spock is certainly not complaining. But then again, thinks Leonard while his own rain-soaked hair flops in his face, everything seems put into proper perspective when you’re being chased by pony-sized lizards and their razor sharp teeth.

He’s out of breath himself but not stupid enough to stop running – at least, not until he goes staggering sideways when his feet tangle up in the undergrowth of the forest. A hand catches him on one side as he flails; then another from the opposite side, and Leonard is quickly righted.

“No time to smell the roses, Bones,” Jim quips between ragged breaths. Then both Jim and Spock are urging him back into a run by practically dragging him along.

Leonard, however, is incapable of letting a remark like that pass by, not even with man-eating monsters on his tail.

“All I smell is death, Jim, and a wet Vulcan! This is the last time I follow you anywhere! I didn’t sign up for space travel just to get eaten on a PLANET!”

“Sure thing, Bones,” Jim replies, like that is supposed to mollify Leonard.

“Damn you, I’m going to resign!” Leonard hollers purposely into the man’s ear.

“Doctor,” he is advised, and Spock’s tone indicates he is restraining his frustration considerably, “it would be wise for you to make fewer remarks at a significantly lower volume unless you intend to lead the predators straight to us.”

“Oh, can it, Spock – I’ve got a few choice words for you too!”

“I would be pleased to listen to them,” the Vulcan counters grimly, “if we survive.”

“We’re surviving,” Jim insists. “Head for that cliff.”

It’s a good thing Jim and Spock are towing Leonard along because his first instinct is to put on the brakes when he sees the canyon ahead. “Jim…” he begins, panic rising.

Jim flips open his communicator. “Kirk to Enterprise.”

“Jim,” Leonard repeats more forcefully. And then, because the one thing they need right now is a voice of sanity, “…Spock!”

“My apologies, Doctor. I believe we have no choice other than the obvious.”

The lizards leap out of the bushes behind them with identical, hungry shrieks at the same time the men reach the edge – and the racket is little match for the sound that tears out of Leonard’s throat as he goes over the side.

Luckily, following only a few seconds of heart-attack-inducing free fall, he thumps down face-first onto the transporter platform of the Enterprise. One hand is twisted tightly into the back of his blue tunic and it belongs to Spock, who has landed sitting partially up and is equally dazed. It is Jim, also face-down on the transporter pad next to Leonard, that starts to laugh first.

Leonard only laughs because it’s better than crying. He fits “I quit” into his laughing fit several times.

Jim pats Leonard’s wet hair, remarking, “Fair enough, Bones, fair enough,” and allows Spock to help him up before the pair of them lift the limp doctor to his feet.

“This is why I stay on the ship,” Scotty reminds the room at large as the CMO grudgingly follows the Captain and First Officer off the pad and into the corridors beyond.

And what can be said to that?

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Happy Trekking!

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