The Best

Such A Child

Bones swore we was going to murder Jim. Ever since he got Scotty to make him a non-deadly laser gun, he's been messing with the crew nonstop. Jim currently was crouched down and peeking into the doorway. Bones rolled his eyes at his antics as he rolled into the room like a spy from a movie.

"Mr. Spock step away from the captain's chair," he warned, aiming the toy gun in his direction. "Certainly Captain, I was just-" he didn't get a chance to speak because when he turned around, Jim shot him right in the chest, letting out a loud laugh as he did so. Spock just stared at him unamused as Bones walked in behind him. "Kid, you've been drivin' everyone crazy with this damn thing," he said, plucking the device from his hands. "Hey!" Jim cried out, reaching for it. Bones tossed it above his hands to Spock who held it high above his head. Jim jumped, trying to grab it but couldn't get it. It wasn't that Jim wasn't tall, it was just that Spock happened to be taller.

If Jim didn't know better, he would've sworn he saw Spock smirk. Jim got a devious idea, and it was so crazy it just might work.

He lunged out, wiggling his fingers over Spock's side. He let out an indignant squeak and yanked his arm down. Jim grabbed the gun, letting out a triumphant shout. "Oh no ya don't kid," Bones said, wiggling his fingers over his neck. Jim squealed and dropped the gun, writhing and trying to get away.

"You promise to stop messing with us?" Bones asked, moving his hands down and vibrating them into his stomach. Jim's knees buckled and he leaned back, supporting himself on Bones. "Yehehehehehes!" he cried out through his laughter. "Alright," Bones said, relenting. Spock bent down, picking up the gun. Bones held his hand in the air, and Spock raised a brow, but high-fived him nonetheless.

"We're the best."

"Agreed, Doctor."