Imagine Saving Jim When He Screws Up A Diplomatic Talk
Jim stared at you, then the pile of angry villagers stunned at your feet, and then you again.
“...Hey there, Y/N,” he greeted casually.
“You had one job, Jim,” you sighed. “One job. Was it really so hard NOT to get into trouble?”
“I had them on the ropes, I was doing just fine,” he insisted. “You didn’t have to put yourself in danger.”
“Oh my sweet Jesus, Jim, you need a babysitter everywhere you go.”
“I do not!”
“Be thankful I’m not telling Bones.”
Jim became hypersensitive to the swelling under his eye, and nodded in agreement.
“That is fair of you. Thank you.”
“Thank you, my ass, this happens too often, Jimbo.”
(For Anon)










