***Fluff***
Disclaimer: I neither own nor claim rights to anything in this story other then the plot and the concept.
A/N I just wrote this for a Google talk status at one point and my friends found if funny, so I decided to share with you all. Enjoy! Feedback is craved, flames are doused. This is my first Star Trek story but I have written for A:TLA and SW before. Thanks for reading!
Jim's door closed behind him as he entered his quarters. He peeled his shirt off and stretched out on his bed to gaze at his ceiling. Irreverently he began to speak to himself.
"Metal. Everything on this damn ship is metal, harsh and cold. Nothing is warm and soft anymore. No women to comfort me. No men to comfort me. Just me, my ceiling and my pillows."
At least the bedclothes were nice here.
"Yes… My pillows."
He paged his first officer and his medical officer.
"Kirk here, Spock, Bones do you copy?"
"Spock here"
"McCoy here"
"Spock, McCoy, how would you two feel about coming over here to my quarters for a pillow fight?"
A stunned silence filled the airwaves. The half Vulcan was the first to recover.
"Seems illogical Capt. If anything soft is to be thrown at me I would prefer it to be Nyota. Or a tribble should the lieutenant be unavailable."
"I have to agree with the hobgoblin on this one Jim. I'm a Doctor not a teenage girl"
"Then it's settled. Report to my quarters in half an hour. And don't forget your nighties. That's an order gentleman. Kirk out"
The two under-officers heard the tale-tell click of a communication terminated.
"Uhhhhhhhh... Mr. Spock. I think Jim may have lost his mind"
"I whole heartedly agree doctor"
Back in Jim's quarters, he fell into a quick nap, filled with the dreams of McCoy and Spock aimlessly smacking each other while wearing a lovely shade of blue and pink respectily.
Yes Jim decided Spock would look good in pink.
Fin.