mckirk veterinarian au (snippet #3)

A/N:  I honestly thought I had shared more bits of this fic (and that people were probably like, omg, all right already, we’ve had enough of it, stahhhhp!  But as the last time I shared any was in early May, apparently I’ve been keeping it under wraps for no particular reason.  Have a little more of Jim trying to get with hot veterinarian Leonard McCoy! ~368 words.

"Oh!  Hey!" Jim jumps up when Bones walks in unexpectedly, sending his phone clattering to the floor.  "When I checked in at the front desk, they told me you weren't around?"

Bones rolls his eyes and bends to pick it up.  "It's been a hell of a busy day. But we had a cancellation, so here I am."  He hands the phone back to Jim and his fingers brush Jim's knuckles.  "Anyway.  You ready to meet this new guinea pig?"

"You know I am," Jim exclaims, taking a step forward.  Somehow he catches the chair with his back foot and stumbles, but he manages to twist around and grapple with the chair so he doesn't knock it over.

"All right, just calm down.  Stay still and don't break anything," Bones advises before he leaves the room.

Jim gives himself a full-body shake to get himself back in the game and prepares to smile at full wattage as soon as Bones returns.

"This here is Anthony," Bones tells Jim as he re-enters and sets the container with the new guinea pig it down on the examination table.  "He's up to date on all his shots and in good health.  You'd just have to do that quarantine and gradual introduction to Duchess that we discussed.  I know Christine gathered a set of pamphlets explaining everything for you, so hang on while I dig them out."

"He's actually pretty cute," Jim admits as Bones turns away.  Anthony has begun to sniff the air and scuttles forward a couple of centimeters, showing off his mostly caramel coat.  He has one little fluffed up white patch, right on the top of his head.  It makes him look like he's styled himself the guinea pig version of a faux-hawk.

Bones turns holding a sheath of papers and glances at him.  "I'd figured you already thought guinea pigs are cute, seeing as how you have one." 

"Oh, yeah, yeah.  Super cute," Jim says absently, his eyes scanning from the wary expression on Bones's handsome face to his fitted black v-neck sweater that Jim wants to slip his hands under.  "I definitely want him bad."