Me and mga1999 (and yes I know it should properly be "mga1999 and I" but I'm a REBEL, okay?) co-wrote another comment fic, a much longer McCoy/Pike (yes you read that right) epistolary fic. I'll be cleaning that up and posting it on my LJ within the next few days, and we've talked about maybe continuing it. :)
Anyway, here's the silly little text-fic.
James T. Kirk: Bones!
Leonard H. McCoy: What, Jim? This better be important.
James T. Kirk: I'm dying
Leonard H. McCoy: JIM?
Leonard H. McCoy: Jim? Shit, Jim, what's going on? This was supposed to be a routine diplomatic meeting!
Leonard H. McCoy: Hold on Jim I'm coming for you.
James T. Kirk: of thirst. Oh, I think I lost my signal there for a second. God this meeting is boring.
"Uh, hi, Bones. Um, kind of in the middle of a meeting here."
"What's wrong? Are you injured? Poisoned? Allergic reaction?"
"...I'm fine, Bones. Are you feeling all right?"
"Jim, you just texted me that you were dying. Of course I'm not all right."
"I did not!"
"Yes you did! God damn it, this better not have been a prank. Here, I'll show you the text."
"Yes, oh. Um, could we finish this discussion later? I think the Prime Minister would like to continue her presentation."
"Yeah, okay, sorry Jim."
"Oh, and Jim?"
"If you ever scare me like that again, I'll kill you myself."
"I love you too, Bones."