Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek.
Author: I had another short in my documents. I decided to post it. There's an Oc involved, so please, do not critize the fact that I used an Oc, I did what I wanted. Please review.
Enjoy.
-thedeathberry
Just Another Day On The Enterprise 2
"Go ahead...make my day..." The words and image of Clint Eastwood's smirking face was on the screen, the crew of the Enterprise had gathered that night for a movie night. But as always, everyone sat far away from Commander Spock, seeing as he would ask question, after question about the most human of things.
It wasn't that the crew was unable to answer his questions...it's just that they no longer could stand answering them.
A newcomer, by the name of Cynthia, had decided to sit next to the Commander. She had long jet black straight hair, and her bangs hung over her right green eye, which in color had matched her left one.
Kirk had chuckled when she took her seat.
She didn't know what to expect, but knew in the least that Spock was civilized, and new not to speak during a movie. Yet, she did wonder why no one sat next to him.
She sat there enjoying the movie for the few seconds of momentary silence...until...
"Lieutenant...how does one...make a day?" Spock asked her, "Is it done by sexual reproduction? It seems illogical that a day could be 'made'."
As he asked this, a piece of popcorn fell from her mouth, her left eye turning to his view. "Are you serious?"
"Does it look like I'm not? I'm not the Captain, Lieutenant." He answered. She could hear Kirk and Sulu three rows behind her, giggling like a bunch of girls.
She sighed, "It's a figure of speech, Commander. There is no...uh...sexual reproduction involved..."
Kirk and Sulu busted into fits of giggles.
Cynthia stood up suddenly, and chucked her popcorn at the two men. "Will you stop that?"
Kirk and Sulu held their hands up in defense, small chuckles still in the back of their throats.
"Doctor?" Spock said, turning his head to the edge of the theater where McCoy sat, "Would you clean this up?"
McCoy chucked his popcorn on the ground, and walked out of the theater, shouting, "I'm a doctor, not a janitor!"
Cynthia followed him suit, vowing never to attend movie night again.
Spock just shrugged, continuing to watch the screen with a curious narrow of his eyebrows as the next film started,
"A long time ago...in a galaxy far...far...away..."
Just another day on the Enterprise...