Jim looked serious... and worse, he was right. Fuck. "...yeah," he murmured, inhaling the scent of Jim next to him. It hadn't been so different, when he was in Chris' body, but there was something unique about Jim's smell, something that Bones loved, needed.

With a burst of energy he pushed himself away from Jim. Bones lay on his back and tried to ignore his painful erection, tenting the hated pants he was still wearing. "Should we call them, let them know we're coming?" he asked, looking up at the ceiling, just now noticing that they were in a strange room.