The Carnival Part 1

Spock was sitting at his desk writing out the 'how to speak Klingonese' text book from memory.

Kirk burst into the room.

"Right, who can you be?" He questioned mysteriously, pointing his finger accusingly at Spock.

Spock raised an eyebrow. "That is a highly illogical question owing to the fact that I already have a name."

"No! Spock, I'm talking about the academy carnival. They've let us and a couple of pals have a float!"

"A float?" questioned Spock.

"Yeah, a big thingy you stand on at a carnival!"

"I am still at loss to understand precisely the use of this so called 'float', despite your accurate description of the word"

"Well, it basically means we're part of the carnival!" Kirk said, face glowing.

"And I should be bothered because?" Spock said, accidentally letting his human half show. "What I mean to say is, can you give me a logical reason why I should take part in this forthcoming event, consequently being forced to surrender my study time?"

"Logical?...Stuff logical, we've gotta beat Finnegan, he's got hold of a float as well!"

"I thought as much." Spock replied, condescendingly.

"Well, I got together a few friends…" Kirk started.

"Namely?" Spock questioned.

"Oh, " said Kirk, trying to appear casual "just a few pals…Y'know…Uhura, Scotty, Chekov, Sulu…and…well another…"

"Another?" Spock encouraged, although he felt like a balloon had just deflated inside him. He knew perfectly well who 'another' was.

"Oh, hang it all Spock, McCoy too."

Spock raised an eyebrow. Then spoke slowly, choosing his words carefully: "Then…you…will not…be…short…of people....seeing….as…without me…you will…have…an equal number."

Kirk looked sceptically at Spock. "Spock, we know you have an obsession with equality, others, on the other hand do not."

Spock was taken aback "I do not have an obsession with equality, as you put it, and I will not take part in an illogical event."

"Not even if it's educational? Cultural, y'know?"

Spock tilted his head, contemplating the idea.

"But I need a Vulcan, Finnegan won't have a Vulcan!" Kirk exploded.

"I fail to see the importance of 'having a Vulcan' in the procedure."

"Alright Spock, alright…" Kirk gave in. He took a deep breath and thrusting forth his hands in a pleading gesture he continued: "We're doing heaven and hell…" he burst out "We need a convincing devil…your pointed ears could just help us out there."

Spock's eyebrow almost shot off the top of his forehead.

"And who will play God?"

"Is that a yes?" Kirk said hopefully.

"I wish to know who will be God."

"I'll tell you if- and only if- you be the devil."

"Purely for a cultural observance…"

"Yes, Yes…"

"And for educational reasons only…"

"Go on…"

"I will …"

"Yes or No Spock?"

"have to consent to joining your 'float'."

Kirk leapt onto Spock's bed and pranced up and down. There was an almighty crash as Kirk disappeared in a mass of bedclothes.

"But you must repair my bed or I will join Finnegan's float."

"That's not FAIR!" Kirk erupted "You said you would BEFORE I broke the bed!"

"Well, I've changed my mind…I will be going to…"

"Hey…You keep CHOCOLATES under your mattress WITHOUT telling ME!"

"I…!"

"Well, I'm just going to have to try one…" Kirk sneered, grabbing at a chocolate.

"Jim, NO!" Spock bellowed, diving towards Kirk.

"Too late, buddy…" Kirk said menacingly and sunk his teeth in…

CRUNCH…