[Star Trek | 2009] How to sneak into Spock's quarters and NOT get kicked out
Title: How to sneak into Spock's quarters and NOT get kicked out
Setting: Star Trek 2009
Note: Written for incandescently not too long ago.
Summary: In which Spock finds himself sharing quarters with more roommates than anticipated.
It was, Kirk decided, the coolest thing ever.
He'd heard of this sort of thing before, but this one was something which had every xeno-biologist and zoologist on the ship entranced. So entranced he'd had to find ways to ensure back-up crew members be at the ready, because both departments' attention spans had vaporized since the new arrivals on the ship had met… and merged.
The small grey and silver kitten they'd found weeks earlier on a wrecked ship had finally won her campaign to live in Spock's quarters. Weeks of pitiful mewing and sneaking out of the infirmary to beeline for Spock's quarters had now come to an end. (No one had won the betting pool, incidentally - no one expected things to be resolved THAT way.) To say that the way she'd done so wasn't what any of them had anticipated was an understatement. And even though he refused to comment, Spock wore a thoroughly bemused expression each time he walked out of his quarters, as though wondering how exactly the kitten had managed to pull that particular feat off with such triumphant brio.
And so departments were distracted and that particular afternoon, Kirk himself hovered in the hallway, enabling a junior xeno-biologist quite handily as she handed him a report neither of them had any interest in, both peering through the doorway of the Vulcan's quarters greedily.
They weren't disappointed. As the Vulcan exited and paused in the doorway itself to glare at them, the scene in Spock's living quarters unfolded in glorious perfect ion as a small kitten batted one Lemataya cub soundly on the rump and nipping another's ear while emitting a ferocious squeak, breaking up their fight in a heartbeat - both younglings sat down and groomed themselves, pretending nothing had happened while the comparatively tiny being next to them trotted by imperiously with an satisfied mew now that order had been restored and her adopted brothers were better behaved.
If the only way to make the orphaned Lemataya cubs they were transporting stop destroying his quarters was a small Terran kitten who had adopted them as her own, even Spock would bow to the inevitable it seemed.
Kirk grinned at the not-scowling First Officer now stuck in his doorway and handed him the report he'd been holding, and then shamelessly resumed peeking around him. Not only did he have a first row seat to the cutest show in the galaxy, Kirk though cooing cheerfully at the kitten scrambling through the doorway to demand cuddles from him, but the Enterprise was going to make a veritable fortune from the other fleet ships off those pictures!
Setting: Star Trek 2009
Note: Written for incandescently not too long ago.
Summary: In which Spock finds himself sharing quarters with more roommates than anticipated.
It was, Kirk decided, the coolest thing ever.
He'd heard of this sort of thing before, but this one was something which had every xeno-biologist and zoologist on the ship entranced. So entranced he'd had to find ways to ensure back-up crew members be at the ready, because both departments' attention spans had vaporized since the new arrivals on the ship had met… and merged.
The small grey and silver kitten they'd found weeks earlier on a wrecked ship had finally won her campaign to live in Spock's quarters. Weeks of pitiful mewing and sneaking out of the infirmary to beeline for Spock's quarters had now come to an end. (No one had won the betting pool, incidentally - no one expected things to be resolved THAT way.) To say that the way she'd done so wasn't what any of them had anticipated was an understatement. And even though he refused to comment, Spock wore a thoroughly bemused expression each time he walked out of his quarters, as though wondering how exactly the kitten had managed to pull that particular feat off with such triumphant brio.
And so departments were distracted and that particular afternoon, Kirk himself hovered in the hallway, enabling a junior xeno-biologist quite handily as she handed him a report neither of them had any interest in, both peering through the doorway of the Vulcan's quarters greedily.
They weren't disappointed. As the Vulcan exited and paused in the doorway itself to glare at them, the scene in Spock's living quarters unfolded in glorious perfect ion as a small kitten batted one Lemataya cub soundly on the rump and nipping another's ear while emitting a ferocious squeak, breaking up their fight in a heartbeat - both younglings sat down and groomed themselves, pretending nothing had happened while the comparatively tiny being next to them trotted by imperiously with an satisfied mew now that order had been restored and her adopted brothers were better behaved.
If the only way to make the orphaned Lemataya cubs they were transporting stop destroying his quarters was a small Terran kitten who had adopted them as her own, even Spock would bow to the inevitable it seemed.
Kirk grinned at the not-scowling First Officer now stuck in his doorway and handed him the report he'd been holding, and then shamelessly resumed peeking around him. Not only did he have a first row seat to the cutest show in the galaxy, Kirk though cooing cheerfully at the kitten scrambling through the doorway to demand cuddles from him, but the Enterprise was going to make a veritable fortune from the other fleet ships off those pictures!