Title: Birthday
Fandom: ST: TOS
Genre: Romance/Humour
Pairing: K/S
He wasn't sure how he'd gotten into this situation.
No, that's a lie; he knew exactly how, but it was just so illogical he couldn't quite believe it.
Lt. Uhura had begged and pleaded; Dr. McCoy had smirked and goaded; Ensign Chekov had looked at the other two like they were mad and backed away slowly.
Finally, when Lt. Uhura and Lt. Sulu had jointly threatened to place the Enterprise on a permanent orbit around a barren planet while simultaneously playing every sappy love song known to the computer's database over every intercom on the ship until Spock went irreversibly insane, Spock agreed.
However, insanity might just have been preferable to this.
From his position, he could see nothing, but hear everything as the rest of the crew readied themselves to complete what they referred to as a "surprise birthday party" for the captain.
"I steel dohn't understand vy vee muhst eenvolve Meester Spohk een dis..." Mr. Chekov was muttering.
"Think of this as a heroic sacrifice, Pavel," Lt. Sulu replied. "Mr. Spock will probably kill us when this is all said and done, but I'm sure the look on the captain's face will be completely worth all of our deaths."
"It better," growled the doctor; it was obvious that McCoy was having second thoughts about the whole affair.
Spock himself was far beyond second thoughts, of course, and was attempting to accept the situation.
Silence fell, and then, presumably due to the entrance of the captain, the entire bridge crew shouted, shrieked, squealed, or called out:
"SURPRISE!!!!!"
Spock could practically hear the extra punctuation marks at the end of the word.
"You know you didn't have to do all of this..." There was a distinct note of amusement in the captain's voice.
There was conversation, chatter, and well-wishing, and it prevented Spock from delineating any particular line of speech. Had he been any more human, it would've been frustrating.
Soon, however, quiet resumed. It was quickly replaced by song:
Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday dear Captain
Happy Birthday to you!
Ensign Chekov held out the final note for a ridiculous amount of time, giving Spock his cue.
Spock, quite simply, stood up.
Of course, he stood up through the captain's enormous, extravagant birthday cake.
And, indeed, the look on the cptain's face was fairly priceless.
Spock deftly removed himself from the remains of the pink-frosted, chocolate confection and walked over to the exceedingly flabbergasted Jim Kirk. Equally covered in cake, he invaded the captain's personal space in order to sultrily whisper, "Happy Birthday, Jim," into the captain's ear.
He'd picked up the "sultry whisper" tactic from Jim himself; one would have to be blind, deaf, and quadreplegic not to notice the captain's rather exquisite ability to attract. However, he was quite pleasantly surprised to find that it could work such wonders when applied to the captain, not just when the captain was the one doing the seducing.
In fact, the science officer mused as Jim dragged him off the bridge in order to get "cleaned up", it seemed that this was certainly a better fate than music-induced insanity.
Yes, he would need to be sure to thank Lts. Uhura and Sulu for their ingenuity.
Later.
If Jim had anything to say about it, much later.