Series: ST TOS
Pairing: Kirk, McCoy
Warnings: Tuppertrek-Series, Humor
Summary: Jim has a problem.
Disclaimer: The characters in this story don’t belong to me. I only borrowed them for some fun. No moneymaking, no violation of copyrights are intended. The story is mine and it is just fanfiction. If you are under age, please stay away. If you have a problem with this topic, then look elsewhere for your entertainment. English is not my native language, so please be patient with my mistakes. Thanks to Lady Charena for the beta. For all remaining errors, blame me.
"How are you looking, Jim?" Leonard McCoy couldn't hold back a grin as he looked at Jim, who stood in front of his door and just had disturbed his cooking. He still had the basil for the soup in his hand. “I know pink shall be up to date this year, but aren’t you exaggerating it a bit?”
He scrutinised Jim more exactly. His friend and neighbour actually was pink from head to toe, from his hair to the naked toenails, which he saw in his bath slippers, to be exact. Leonard was very tempted to ask if Jim was also pink beneath the beach robe he wore. Especially in a certain private place. But he hold the question back as he realised Jim’s indignant this-is-not-funny-glare, accompanied by the words. "This is a medical emergency, Bones."
"What happened?" McCoy asked, stopping himself with difficulty from further grinning. Jim just looked too funny. With irony he thought: Maybe I should examine this rectal? Well better not, Spock after all could be very jealous, as he well knew. Although even the Vulcan of course never would admit this.
"I wanted to colour my new lampshades. I have bought some new for the living-room, pretty things with tassels on which hang penguins. But they only had them in white. The salesman in this lamp-shop said it wouldn’t be a problem to colour then in pink by myself.”
"And because you did and still had some colour you got yourself coloured, too?” Leonard grinned again, Jim just really looked too funny.
"No. The lampshade had fallen to the floor. I did bent to pick it up before it could drop spots on it and stumbled over Tommy’s Lego-stones. At this moment the com-badge buzzed, the dog barked, I got frightened and pushed against the table which dumped the bucket with the colorant and it felt exactly on me."
Jim sighed. "Unfortunately, the thing is absolutely waterproof. I already have taken a shower for an hour but it doesn't come off. Don't you have any medical treatment which could help me? Any cream perhaps? I have an important meating with Nogura tonight. I can’t go there like this.”