"Bones, Jesus," says Jim, watching him with wide eyes. He'd been straining his ears, trying to hear where this mystery shuttle is taking them, but the announcement is thoroughly swallowed up with Bones' effusive groaning.

Straining against his restraining belt, Jim leans over, rubbing circles into the small of Bones' back. "C'mon, we've done way worse, you can do this. Deep breaths."