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This story is No. 3 in the series "Bones of the Past 'verse". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: *Twisted shorts - Day Five* When you miss two dates in a row with your girlfriend then you are in trouble. When your girlfriend is the slayer queen, then nothing says sorry like a sword. Sequel to Day Three - Part of the Bones’ of the Past Verse

Categories Author Rating Chapters Words Recs Reviews Hits Published Updated Complete
Star Trek > Star Trek 2009
Games > Horror > Doom / Quake
hellbellsFR131475162,4905 Aug 115 Aug 11Yes
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Star Trek 2009, BtVS or Doom the movie. I only own my twisted imagination!

Damn, he was in trouble and he knew it. Bones was about to miss another date with his lover. When you have celebrated a bi-centennial, girlfriend seemed so clichéd. Ordinarily, it would not have bothered the doctor formerly known as John Grimm. After all, he was a former Special-ops marine and he knew how to handle himself. Well, unless you are dating the queen slayer. Then it did not matter how much C24 you had coursing through your system. If Buffy was pissed, then she would hand him his ass on a plate and she would do it with a smile on her face.

Ironically, this time Kirk was not the cause of the away team’s problems. The blame this time, if anyone could be blamed, lay with Spock. However, McCoy would be a harsh man, to blame Spock for being born with pointy ears. While he did not blame the hobgoblin for being born with pointy ears, it seems that the natives took exception. The natives had captured Spock intending to exorcise his demon. The others in the away team had been subdued so they did not interfere.

When Bones found out this; he bit back a sigh and signalled the Enterprise, “McCoy to Giles.”

He did not even have to explain, before he heard Buffy’s voice, “I’ll beam down with our gear. I want something sharp and pointy.” Her tone brooked no argument.

“Yes dear.” He added dryly. It turns out, for Buffy, nothing says sorry like a gift, which is sharp and pointy.

When they caught up with the natives, they were dancing around Spock chanting. It was all part of the ritual to release him from the demon possessing his soul. Buffy wanted to tell them that they had idea what a demon was.

Buffy after nearly three centuries had lost her tolerance of bigotry. It was clear by the expression on Bone’s face that he felt the same and neither was particularly inclined towards niceness. They moved towards the captive away team. Anyone who impeded his or her progress, soon ended up unconscious.

Kirk’s boyish smile was the first thing they saw once they slowed down. “You have impeccable timing.”

Bones complained, “Goddamn it Jim, I’m a doctor not a SAR’s specialist.”

Buffy could have pointed out that was not quite true. Leonard had been a SAR’s specialist but not in the last fifty years. However, she was just as annoyed. Buffy stood arms across her chest, “Bones owes me a sword. I want chocolate,” her eyes narrowed, “the good kind.”

Kirk did not believe in any no-win situations but even he knew better, than to argue with an upset slayer. He made a mental note, to find not only some Godiva chocolate but also a Klingon Bat’lath if he could get his hands on one.

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