Author's note: I read another story that referenced a challenge that had been thrown out, and I just couldn't resist writing my take on the subject.
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Trail of Clothes
Jim Kirk stepped out of the turbo-lift on the crew deck and started towards his quarters. Ahead of him on the floor was a black uniform boot. Absently, he bent down and picked it up. What the heck was it doing here on the floor.
Up head in the corridor, he saw another. Then two more. The last one still had a sock in it. Yes, he definitely had two separate pair of boots here, one much larger than the other.
A bit further down the corridor, near the left wall, was a small pile of three socks. He picked them up and stuffed them in the boot that already had a sock in it. Someone really needed to explain this.
He turned the corner and found a blue uniform shirt on the floor. It looked awfully familiar. Weren't those commander's stripes on the sleeves? What the hell was going on?
Further down the corridor he found a pair of dark charcoal uniform pants, definitely made for someone slightly taller than he was. If someone was playing a joke, someone was going to be in trouble.
The next item he found was a red uniform dress. Uh-oh.
Following that were two charcoal grey uniform undershirts. It suddenly occurred to him that the dessert tonight had been chocolate pudding. She couldn't have? Could she?
He hesitantly approached the door that was slightly ajar. From within he could hear Nyota's giggles and ... Was Spock purring? He REALLY didn't want to hear that.
Hastily he shoved the armload of clothing he was carrying through the gap between the edge of the door and the door jam, kicking the pile of underwear that had kept the door from closing completely into the room.
The door swooshed shut. THANK GOD for small favors!