Christmassmell

Christmassmell

by T'Len
tlen2@freenet.de



2004
Series: ST TOS
Pairing: K, Mc
Rating: G
Warnings: Humor, Tuppertrekseries
Feedback: tlen2@freenet.de
Summary: What a smell.

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 and Susan for the beta. For all remaining errors, blame me.


"Puh, what’s this for a smell in the air, Jim? It stinks like in a stable here.” Leonard McCoy crinkled disapprovingly his nose as he entered the neighbour house.

As Jim approached him with a turban wrapped around his head, he opened his eyes even wider. "What’s the matter now?” the doctor asked.

"I only try out a new shampoo which… errr… shall be invigorating to the hair," Jim Kirk replied. "I’m sorry, it smells a little heavy."

"I notice this," McCoy replied and mentally shook his head about Jim’s latest quirk. He forgot completely that he had come over to borrow some sugar for his Christmas cookie bakery.

"I would advise you to change urgently the shampoo," he said before he went away. "And open the windows. It really stinks like my motherly chicken-coop on their farm in Georgia.”

Jim sighed quietly as his friend had gone. Bones did not know how near he had come the truth but he would have declared him crazy if he knew that Jim actually had chicken dung under his turban. He only hoped that the old household remedy which he had recently found coincidentally at his Christmas finery in an ancient book of his family really helped against the loss of hair.

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