Star Trek One-Shots

Spock (1)

The first of hopefully many, I present to you....

A Vulcan Surprise
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"Captain, permission to voice my opinion," you said once you had regained your breath from running to catch up with Jim Kirk. You had just gotten out class, a boring one you came only but a second away from falling asleep in, and had spotted the captain of the famous U.S.S. Enterprise as you stepped out of the lecture hall.

"Granted, only if you call me Jim," he replied back to the you. You shook your head but smiled none-the-less. He continually asked this of his crew (to call him by his first name) when they weren't up in space.

"Fine, Jim."

"Good. Now what were you about to tell me?" He said, his blue eyes shining.

"I don't thinks it's a smart idea to annoy Mr. Spock like you are planning to do," you eyed the large box Jim was carrying, knowing only something bad could come from it.

Jim stopped walking and looked down at you, "Who told you?" He whispered quietly.

"Doctor McCoy mentioned it on accident," you confessed.

"Remind me to strip Bones of his bones later," Jim muttered, causing you to smile. Jim abrupt began walking again, leaving you scrambling behind him to keep up.

"Spock needs some holiday spirit squirt," Jim stated, using the nickname you very much hated. "I'm doing him a favor."

"I highly doubt he's going to like it."

"Oh come on," Jim said, stopping at the building where Spock taught. It was after hours, and after much spying, Jim knew this was when he could pull his prank. "Don't you want to see his reaction?"

You wouldn't admit it, but you really did.

"Fine, but I'm not helping you with anything," you said before turning to continue your walk back to your dorm.

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"Ms. Tanner," Spock greeted the next morning. He looked as formal and emotionless as ever. But then again, all Vulcans looked that way.

"Good morning Mr. Spock," you replied calmly with a curt smile. "I was told you had something for me?"

"Yes, the information on the recent breakout of Darlinome. It is in my office," he said as he went to unlock his office door.

You were a bit scared, honestly. You knew Jim had done something but weren't quite sure what. So you stood back as the door slid open.

Spock walked in just as the lights automatically flickered on. You followed suit, until coming an inch from colliding with the pointy-eared male in front of you because of his sudden halt.

It could only be described as festive. Father Christmas himself seemed to have thrown up in the office. Red, green, silver, and gold lined every inch of the walls. Ornaments hung from the ceiling. A large Christmas tree sat in the center with a large gold star on top. Tinsel covered the floor, making it impossible to step around.

James T. Kirk had certainly gone all out.

"Woah," was all you could squeak out at the sight. Spock turned around to you and raised an eyebrow. Other than that, he seemed unaffected by the beautiful mess around him.

"It seems Mr. Kirk outdid himself," Spock said calmly, but a hint of amusement could be seen in his human eyes.

"How do you know it was him?" you asked curiously.

"I overheard Doctor McCoy speak about it," Ahh. "And I assume Jim also knew I would be calling you in for the file as well."

"Why do you say that?"

Spock looked up and you followed his gaze. Right above the both of you a large clip of mistletoe hung from the ceiling. Your face paled then reddened all in a second.

"If I am correct in Earthly knowledge, the plant above us is an old holiday tradition. Viscum album, or mistletoe. According to tradition, when two stand under the plant -"

"Spock, I know what mistletoe is," You cut him off from a long history of the stupid plant.

"Very well. In that case, seeing as you are human and follow such odd traditions, it is best to participate in these rituals," the Vulcan said. You were too busy stammering out a response to see his ears go a slight green in a blush.

"O-oh, um, it's okay really. It's just a sil-" you were cut off by a warm feeling on your mouth.

The kiss was short and sweet. His lips barely touched your own, but you weren't expecting too much. He was, after all, an emotionless being. You found the kiss ended too quickly for your liking.

Without saying a word, he stepped back from you and walked over to his (now Christmasy) desk and grabbed a file.

"Here you are, Ms. Tanner," he said formally, handing you the brown folder. You felt if you spoke to much, your voice would betray you. So you took the folder and nodded, rushing out quickly. It was much to hot in there for you.

As the door slid shut, you caught one more glimpse of Spock. His eyes were twinkling and his lips were upturned in a small smile.

It was a wonderful Christmas surprise.

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A side note or three:

• Darlinome is not a real disease (at least, not that I, the author, is aware of).

• Viscum Album is the scientific name for mistletoe.

• Yes, I am aware that Vulcans kiss with their hands (and I plan to use this knowledge in -hopefully- future shorts). I choose not to use it in this because, as Spock said, the mistletoe tradition is earthy. Therefore, I thought it best to include only and earthly kiss as to keep with tradition.

I truly hope you all enjoyed this. I felt it was cliché but I wanted to post something. Comments are very much appreciated. I'd love to know I have an audience that cares enough to take the time and read these. Thank you all. -BBoC