Star Trek Imagines

Spock

"I do not understand why humans, having all of the technology and structures that they have built to shelter themselves from the harsh conditions of nature, would choose to wander out into said nature and stay there pretending to enjoy themselves while they truly just miss the comfort of their homes," your boyfriend, Spock, said while you finished packing the car for a camping trip.  He was visiting you on Earth, and you had decided to take him camping, just like you used to do with your family when you were younger.  You had not anticipated his reaction.

"Spock," you hummed, "I've already explained this.  It's so that people can feel closer to nature and have an adventure or something like that."

"I do not understand what you mean by 'or something like that'."

"It's something that I did a lot when I was younger, and it brings back fond memories," you sighed.

"Alright," Spock said, lifting the final bag into the trunk of the car.

The drive up to the campsite, which took about an hour, consisted mainly of you playing old music and singing along while Spock stared at you in an affectionate confusion.

Pitching the tent was certainly an experience. You kept insisting that Spock didn't know what he was doing and was doing it wrong, but it turned out that he had been right all along and you had been attempting to set it up the wrong way.

"How did you know how to set up a tent?" You fell onto your sleeping bag in exhaustion and exasperation.

"I simply examined the pieces and put them together in the most logical way," he replied, stiffly sitting down next to you.

"Your logic drives me insane sometimes," you said.

"(Y/n), are you upset with me?" He asked.

"No, of course not," you replied, reaching out to touch his cheek, "I just don't like messing up."

"Well you seem to with the frequency with which you do," he said. You could see an incredibly faint, so faint anyone else wouldn't even notice it, smirk on his face.

"Wow, is Spock, the super serious Vulcan teasing me?" You faked surprise. He raised one eyebrow at you.

"Perhaps I am," he stated.

"Well, can the logical Vulcan figure out how to get the fire started, now that we have a tent?" You propped yourself up on your elbows as you watched Spock stand up and walk out of the tent.

Within minutes, he had started a fire using only the old-fashioned human implements that you had brought along.  The red and orange flames stretched up towards the sky as afternoon faded to dusk and then to evening.  Cicadas hummed and leaves rustled in the trees that bordered your small clearing.  Everything was peaceful.

"Okay, so next order of business: s'mores," you said eventually, disrupting the still air with your overly excited voice.

"I hardly think melted marshmallows cooked on sticks will taste pleasant," Spock objected.  But, you had already started to gather the ingredients from your backpack.

"Damn, I forgot the toasting fork things," you said, digging through your bag, "I guess we'll just have to use actual sticks."

"(Y/n), I would advise you not to," Spock said, looking slightly horrified at your suggestion.

"I was just kidding," you laughed, finally pulling out the fork things (a/n: idk what to call them, but I'm going to assume everyone knows what I'm talking about here.)

You handed Spock a stick with a marshmallow on it and watched as he toasted it, almost expertly.  You rolled your eyes at the way he was able to always do everything correctly.

"Shit," you muttered as you watched your own marshmallow catch on fire and then fall.

Eventually, you and Spock made your s'mores.  You watched his reaction as he took a bite, but he didn't do anything special.  He simply informed you that he did, in fact, enjoy them.

You crawled into the tent and Spock followed, slipping into his sleeping bag next to yours.  Everything was silent for a few minutes.

"You know, Spock, it can get really cold at night," you said.

"Are you cold?"

"A little bit."

You heard the rustle of his sleeping bag as he moved closer to you.  He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close to him, resting his head right next to yours.

"Is this better?" He asked.

"Much," you answered, turning your head to kiss him on the cheek.

"I think I finally understand why humans do this," he whispered after a brief pause.