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Title: Happy Holidays
Fandom: Star Trek: TOS
Characters: Spock, Christine Chapel, Scotty
Word count: 542
Rating: G
Summary: Spock gives Nurse Chapel a special Christmas present…
Author’s notes: please note this is unbetaed so any mistakes are my own.
For ELD with love… Happy Holidays!
Spock beamed aboard the Enterprise along with a small animal carrier. He raised a delicate eyebrow at Scotty’s questioning look, but the chief engineer quickly smiled as if sharing a secret with him. Spock briefly wondered if he should have just relied on whoever would have normally manned the station as he stepped down from the transporter pad.
“She’ll love it, sir,” Scotty said.
“Indeed.” Spock approached the transporter console. He paused. “I believe it is customary to wish you a ‘Happy Holiday,’ Mr. Scott.”
Scotty grinned. “Happy Holidays to you too, Mr. Spock.” He chuckled softly as he watched the Vulcan leave.
Spock made his way to her quarters. On the way, he quashed any lingering doubts he had had about his choice of gifts for her. Upon reaching his destination, he was about to ring the com button, when her door opened.
“Mr. Spock?” Nurse Chapel said, her look of surprise quickly becoming a delighted smile. “I was… looking for you.”
He noted a soft rosy blush dotting her cheeks and Spock could feel the heat rising in his own cheeks. “Yes?” He arched an eyebrow.
She nodded, and reaching out, she took his free hand. “Come in,” she said, pulling him inside.
They stood there, awkwardly looking at one another, before Spock broke the growing silence between them. “This is for you,” he said softly, “Happy Holidays.” He held up the animal carrier.
Nurse Chapel took it and looked inside. “Awe… He’s adorable!” She smiled at the puppy. “Or is it a she?”
“It’s a ‘he’ and he’s a-” Spock started to say.
“Schnauzer puppy,” they finished together.
Christine laughed as she let the puppy out of the carrier. “What’s his name?”
“He does not one.”
“Oh…” Christine picked the puppy up and cuddled him.
“I’ve cleared it with Captain Kirk and I’ve worked with Mr. Scott to make adjustments on your replicator. It will now dispense puppy food and when he gets older, I can fix it so that it will dispense dog food.”
Christine set the puppy down and rose to her feet. Before Spock had a chance to react, she put her arms around his neck and kissed him. His lips were soft, pliable, and when he tentatively put his arms around her, Christine shivered. “Thank you,” she whispered against his lips as she melted into his embrace.
“You’re welcome,” he replied back just as softly against hers. They broke the kiss when the puppy barked and jumped on them, clamoring for attention.
“I think he’s trying to tell us something,” Christine said. She moved away from Spock and bent down to pick up the puppy.
“Indeed.”
She noticed it when she stood up. Christine grinned and pointed above Spock’s head. On a whim, she had hung a small sprig of artificial mistletoe from the ceiling, never dreaming he would really stand under it.
Spock looked up.
“It’s customary to kiss under it.”
“I am aware of this custom,” Spock said. He leaned in and met her halfway for another kiss. The puppy, which was later named Mistletoe or Moe for short, barked, wiggled, and tried to shower them with puppy kisses. It turned out to be the first of many Christmases Spock would fondly remember.
Fandom: Star Trek: TOS
Characters: Spock, Christine Chapel, Scotty
Word count: 542
Rating: G
Summary: Spock gives Nurse Chapel a special Christmas present…
Author’s notes: please note this is unbetaed so any mistakes are my own.
For ELD with love… Happy Holidays!
Spock beamed aboard the Enterprise along with a small animal carrier. He raised a delicate eyebrow at Scotty’s questioning look, but the chief engineer quickly smiled as if sharing a secret with him. Spock briefly wondered if he should have just relied on whoever would have normally manned the station as he stepped down from the transporter pad.
“She’ll love it, sir,” Scotty said.
“Indeed.” Spock approached the transporter console. He paused. “I believe it is customary to wish you a ‘Happy Holiday,’ Mr. Scott.”
Scotty grinned. “Happy Holidays to you too, Mr. Spock.” He chuckled softly as he watched the Vulcan leave.
Spock made his way to her quarters. On the way, he quashed any lingering doubts he had had about his choice of gifts for her. Upon reaching his destination, he was about to ring the com button, when her door opened.
“Mr. Spock?” Nurse Chapel said, her look of surprise quickly becoming a delighted smile. “I was… looking for you.”
He noted a soft rosy blush dotting her cheeks and Spock could feel the heat rising in his own cheeks. “Yes?” He arched an eyebrow.
She nodded, and reaching out, she took his free hand. “Come in,” she said, pulling him inside.
They stood there, awkwardly looking at one another, before Spock broke the growing silence between them. “This is for you,” he said softly, “Happy Holidays.” He held up the animal carrier.
Nurse Chapel took it and looked inside. “Awe… He’s adorable!” She smiled at the puppy. “Or is it a she?”
“It’s a ‘he’ and he’s a-” Spock started to say.
“Schnauzer puppy,” they finished together.
Christine laughed as she let the puppy out of the carrier. “What’s his name?”
“He does not one.”
“Oh…” Christine picked the puppy up and cuddled him.
“I’ve cleared it with Captain Kirk and I’ve worked with Mr. Scott to make adjustments on your replicator. It will now dispense puppy food and when he gets older, I can fix it so that it will dispense dog food.”
Christine set the puppy down and rose to her feet. Before Spock had a chance to react, she put her arms around his neck and kissed him. His lips were soft, pliable, and when he tentatively put his arms around her, Christine shivered. “Thank you,” she whispered against his lips as she melted into his embrace.
“You’re welcome,” he replied back just as softly against hers. They broke the kiss when the puppy barked and jumped on them, clamoring for attention.
“I think he’s trying to tell us something,” Christine said. She moved away from Spock and bent down to pick up the puppy.
“Indeed.”
She noticed it when she stood up. Christine grinned and pointed above Spock’s head. On a whim, she had hung a small sprig of artificial mistletoe from the ceiling, never dreaming he would really stand under it.
Spock looked up.
“It’s customary to kiss under it.”
“I am aware of this custom,” Spock said. He leaned in and met her halfway for another kiss. The puppy, which was later named Mistletoe or Moe for short, barked, wiggled, and tried to shower them with puppy kisses. It turned out to be the first of many Christmases Spock would fondly remember.
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