#attentivephysician

John stood on the transporter pad, smirking as he listened to Len bitch and moan about having to use them to go down to the planet.  If his brother had his way, they’d use one of the shuttles to go down but they needed the medicine in the next few hours and the only place they could find the plants they needed to make it was on the planet below.  So they had to use the transporters to make sure they had enough time to get them and synthesize the medicine before people started dying.  Holding on tight to his phaser rifle, he closed his eyes as the beam tore him apart and sent him down to the surface.

He couldn’t blame Len, he didn’t like the transporters either but he didn’t complain about using them.  His brother always was a bit more paranoid.  Once he felt the warm breeze on his face, he opened his eyes to look around.  The surface reminded him of a jungle back on Earth and he chuckled quietly to himself.  Len was probably going to complain about this too but it had to be done.  John had been in worse places.  He watched the rest of the security team pair off with the other members of the away team and he moved closer to his brother.  Usually if the two of them were on a mission together, he insisted on sticking with Len.  It was the only way he could make sure Len made it back on the ship.  

“C’mon little brother,” he teased since he was older by a minute.  “Lets go find those plants you need.”  He moved away from where the rest of the team was headed.  They each had a section to inspect and John had picked the hardest one for them, it had the better chance of success and besides, he didn’t want any of the other members to have to trudge through the thickest part of the jungle.  “Then we can get back on board and you can do your magic.”  The things Len could do as a doctor felt like magic to him, most of the time.  He was happy enough to have his rifle and keep everyone safe, leaving the hard work to his brother.

The door pushed open ever so slowly, avoiding the shudder of hinges. A golden head peaked around the edge of it, blue eyes sweeping the roof. Jim grinned immediately when he spotted Bones, slipping through the gap in the door before closing the fifteen-foot tall monstrosity behind him again. Bounding over, he sat crosslegged on the end of the bed like a child, clearly excited as he bounced slightly on the mattress.

"Okay so I know that it's their custom to go to sleep at sundown," Jim started. And if that didn't make it abundantly clear that he was about to do something against said custom, what else was there? "But," he continued, leaning forward and lowering his voice to a conspiring whisper, "Spock tells me that the composition of their higher atmosphere would make their dual moons look pinkish orange, and they're in full tonight, and there's no dangerous wildlife out there, so-" He scooted closer, reaching out to flick the decorative pin on the man's shoulder, courtesy of their hosts, "what do you say we go take a walk?"

Bruce loved Tony. Really, he did. The man was his best friend     his science bro. He slept sat through 'therapy' sessions for that man. But sometimes...sometimes he really hated him. Especially when Tony decided to mess with things he really shouldn't.

Which is how Bruce somehow managed to end up in what was decidedly not his personal lab in Stark Tower. From what little he could make out in the chaos, it seemed to be some sort of quarantine chamber.

Jim was sprawled out on Bones' bunk, trying to figure his way through the warp engines homework assignment.  It was giving him trouble and he still had the xenobiology and diplomacy homework to do.  Stretching, he rubbed his eyes and looked over at Bones.  "How much do you have left?"  Getting up, he went over to the mini-fridge and pulled out bottles of water, tossing one to Bones before flopping down on the bed again.

"I'm never going to get this done tonight, why do the instructors think that they're the only ones to give us homework?"  Picking up his PADD, he went back to studying the theories involving how the engines worked.  "And I still have that damned regulations test to study for."  With a long suffering sigh, he forced himself to focus on what he was reading.