Prequel: ...drunken Vulcan?!
Blurb: Yeah, you guessed it! This is the prequel to my original 'drunken Vulcan' fic. – So what exactly DID happen to make Spock risk the drink? Read to find out... R&R
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek 2009.
A/N: Hello all! Seeing as I received such credit for my original fic, I thought I'd continue with it. This idea originally came from dragonwitch250 in a review, so thank you!
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It had started just the same, as all the other illogical celebrations the Captain had suddenly decided to throw. They had just stopped a civil war on the planet Dragoon V, it was true, but Spock felt that the need for a 'party' as Kirk had so delicately put it was unnecessary...
Sitting in his room, Spock was sat in one of the chairs, reading. The book was called; Jayne Eyre and at the moment he found the protagonist to be very illogical, especially when dealing with a house fire. His mouth was set into a frown of concentration as his eyes scanned each page. Occasionally he muttered to himself, and then continued to read.
Suddenly, he was disrupted by a loud knocking on the door to his cabin. Slowly, he set the book down and walked to let the door open. Immediately, he was met by the three grinning faces, namely; Scotty, Sulu and Chekov. He immediately stood up a little straighter, when Spock looked at him, one eyebrow raised.
"Good evening gentlemen. Would you like to explain what you are doing here? Surely you would want to be on the bridge, where Kirk is holding a celebration?"
There was a small period of silence, as the three of them shuffled about slightly. Scotty spoke first;
"Well Mr Spock, we were just about tae, but then we thought, why isn't Spock going? So...me and the guys here," he gestured to Sulu and Chekov "thought we'd come and get you..."
Chekov, now evidently relieved that the silence was broken, grinned and waved around a bottle that he had obviously held behind his back beforehand.
"...and we brought some wodka!"
Sulu chipped in;
"...and a hypo spray."
Scotty interjected;
"Well, it's not actually ours..."
Spock nodded and a sliver of a smile, twitched at the corner of his mouth.
"You mean, Doctor McCoy doesn't know you have one of his ...beloved hypo sprays yet?"
Scotty grinned.
"Yeah, that'd be right!"
"I see. Well I suggest you go to the bridge. The Captain will probably be expecting you."
Scotty and the others hung their heads in resignation.
"Right you are Commander. We will just be going then..."
There was another pause, when neither of them moved, Spock spoke again.
"Is there a problem?"
Chekov looked up, his eyes were wider than normal and his lips quivered. Whatever thought had crossed his mind at that precise moment, Spock didn't know, but he guessed that Chekov was trying to look immensely cute.
"Ensign Chekov – your lips appear to be shaking. Are you unwell?"
Sulu patted him on the back and grinned.
"He is fine Commander. But, can you tell me..." He leaned in closer ", what is the square of pie, when it is multiplied with ...ice cream?!"
Spock was about to answer that it was highly illogical,( as pie with ice cream would taste horrible because pie and custard taste so much better...,) when a flash of silver caught his eye and he felt a sharp pressure in his neck.
He looked up sharply and tried to focus on the three men in front of him, but found that he couldn't. Instead, he grinned so wide that his cheeks hurt and mumbled;
"I love you guys..."
Before crashing to the floor and drooling all over Chekov's shoes.
Nice.