"Jim, if you don't put down the damn chainsaw right now-"
Looking over his shoulder, Jim cracked a grin. "What? You'll send me to bed without dinner?" Turning fully, he faced Leonard. "Or maybe you'll sic Spock on me?"
A somewhat sinister smirk formed on Leonard's face. "None of those, no. I was thinking of cutting you off and explaining why to Uhura."
The chainsaw drooped in Jim's hands. "You wouldn't dare."
Leonard stood firm and crossed his arms. "Try me."
Later that night, tucked in Leonard's arms, Jim figured he really didn't need a chainsaw on the Enterprise anyway.