Summary: The annual Darwin Awards are still running in 2259. Jim is a fan. Bones thinks Jim's a wannabe. Spock is just confused by what humans find funny.
Originally posted on fanfiction.net
Rating: T, because McCoy cusses - I just can't write him any other way.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plotline, and even the plot bunny is really my dh's fault.
( Bones, you have to see this! )