Spock One-Shots

New Years

You glance at the clock. It is 2300 hours. Only one hour left until it is the year 2366. The entire crew of the Enterprise is gathered in the mess hall. It is not an "official" party, so most were dressed in semi-formal apparel. You wore a (Y/F/C) dress that went just above the knee. It is off the shoulder and has a tight fit until your waist where it flared out a bit. It is casual, but dressy. Taking the last cup of punch, you walk over to Bones.

He smiles at you and says "happy new year, (Y/N)." "Happy new year," you reply. His gaze shifts from your face to your drink. He frowns in disaproval. "Please don't tell me you're drinking that stuff." You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. 'Why not?" "That stuff is old enough to make you go blind. We got it from Naboo (A/N: A Star Wars reference. I had to . Sorry, not sorry.) nearly a year ago." You wrinkle your nose in disgust and set the cup down. Bones laughs light-heartedly and picks up the glass, and drinking its contents.

"Hey! Why are you drinking it?" You ask him, eyes wide in confusion. Me smiles mischeviously. "Your boyfriend is the one who can't lie, not me. It's nothing personal, but that was the last cup of punch," he replies, setting the cup down. You put your hand on your heart and pretend to be offended. "You were my friend, and you betrayed me." "Drama queen." Further proving his point, you fake sobbed.

You sense a presence behind you and turn around to see a very puzzled Spock. Seeing your boyfriend's confusion, you burst into laughter. "I'm sorry. It's just-" you dare to look at his face. He is still clearly baffled. Seeing this, you laugh even harder and soon, out of breath, stop. A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. "You look very pleasing tonight," he compliments. Bones awkwardly walks away. "Thanks, Spock," you look down at his outfit. He is in his formal uniform. Of course. You supress an eyeroll.

"(Y/N), I..." his ears become tinted green as he blushes. Composing himself, he continues, "I have be informed of a human tradition for new years." "Oh?" You ask, raising an eyebrow. "Yes. I have heard that it is costomary to... kiss...a person who you care about at prescisely 2400 hours." You nod and a smile makes its way up to your face. "It is tradition," you agree, flashbacks of Christmas coming to your mind.

"TEN!" The crew chants.

"NINE!"

"EIGHT!"

Spock puts his a hand on your waist and the other cups your face.

"SEVEN!"

"SIX!"

Your lips inch closer together, brushing slightly and sending shivers of anticipation down your spine.

"FIVE!"

"FOUR!"

You close your eyes and listen intently, waiting for the countdown to end.

"THREE!"

"TWO!"

"ONE!"

Your lips close the gap and fireworks go off in your head. Spock pulls you closer and deepens the kiss. Your hands make your way up to his soft hair. After several moments, you pull away, gasping for breath. You laugh and look into Spock's brown eyes. "Happy New Year, Spock." "Happy New Year, (Y/N)."