A/N: Hello everyone! I am back with a whole new one-shot! Thank you everyone for your fantastic feedback from the last one-shot. You do not know how much it means to me! Thank you!

Okay then, this one-shot was made by my little brother, this actually was the first one-shot for Star Trek that we made. With the help of writerfan2013 (who makes AWESOME stories!), this one-shot has become into a masterpiece. So yes, thank my little brother for this one-shot!

Please forgive me if the characters seem out of character. I have also tried extremely hard to get all the information of the Enterprise right. Please note that this one-shot is supposed to be very humorous….

Be prepared to laugh…..

Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek…..

A Vulcan's Best Friend

Spock sprinted as fast as his legs could carry him. The Vulcan was determined not to let his enemy outsmart him.

He dodged quickly in and out of the long-everlasting, white hallways. He calculated that he would make it, that he would be able to safely get to the Command Center.

But he was incorrect. He forgot about the locked security door that was precisely ten yards ahead of him.

The Vulcan yanked his communicator out and spoke tersely into it. "May someone please unlock Door 2365-98?" he asked.

He counted the seconds…. 5.2 seconds to be exact. There was no reply.

He sensed that his opponent was not far behind him. Despite his own rules and protocol, Spock decided that it was logical to do the necessary actions for survival.

The StarFleet Commander hastily leaped towards the huge metal door and pounded on it with incredible force. "Open the door, open the door!" he pleaded.

No one was in sight. He became aware that he was now trapped. There was no other possible way to get out of the situation he was in….

Much to his surprise, he gave a low gasp as he realized it had caught up to him. He slowly turned around from the locked door and braced himself for the worst…

Precisely Fifteen Minutes Earlier…..

It was other average day on the Starship Enterprise. The crew was bustling around the Captain's Bridge, eager to explore new places and begin new journeys.

Spock took his usual place in the Science Officer's chair and filed some reports and observations prior to their planned destination. Shortly after, he rose from his station and walked a couple seats down and paid a visit to Lieutenant Uhura, reminding her of their dinner plans for the evening. She seemed very excited.

After a few moments of discussing the evening plans, the Commander made his way to Captain Kirk for instructions.

The youngest captain in the whole history of StarFleet spun around in his Captain's Chair to face his Vulcan friend. "Hello Commander."

Spock nodded back. "Captain, do you require any assistance from me?"

Kirk gave a little smirk and shook his head. "I don't think so Spock."

The Science Officer was just about to reply when his thoughts were interrupted by a strange sound. He cocked his head and listened intently. The noise puzzled him. "Captain," He said.

Jim T. Kirk sighed and looked back to his Commander. "What is it Spock?" he asked.

"Do you have any logical explanation what that unusual sound is? Could it be a malfunction in the starship's engine?" the gears in his brain started turning, trying to figure out the noise.

Kirk stood up and furrowed his eyebrows together. A minute later he replied back to his friend. "Oh, that's just all the pets down the hall."

When his Commander did not seem to understand, Kirk spoke again. "Didn't you hear? StarFleet finally approved of the Pet Policy!"

Spock's eyes widened and he scowled. "Captain, must I remind you how much I discourage the Pet Policy? It is highly illogical and dangerous. What if an animal were to damage the ship?" The Vulcan stepped a bit closer to his Captain and looked him dead in the eyes. "Who approved of that law?"

Kirk shuffled away. "Oh, relax Spock!" he complained. "I for one am happy that the animals can come with us. They can keep us some company. They might even do some good with security. The dogs can sniff out some clues or something…"

"Captain," the Vulcan interrupted. "I do not comprehend why we must have animals on this ship for what so-ever reason."

Kirk narrowed his bright blue eyes and gave a slow grin. "You've never had a pet, have you Commander?" he asked.

"I did not say that."

His Captain smacked his shoulder. "Well then, Spock. I want you to go down the hall and go get yourself a pet."

"Captain, I have to say that is very unwise. I have duties-"

Kirk cut him off. "No excuses Spock. There is no 'logical' reason not to go look at the animals."

The Vulcan blinked in annoyance. "Yes Captain..."

Jim pointed to the exit. "Now go visit the pets. Get yourself a dog or something."

Spock paused and recited the scientific name. "Canis Lupus Familiaris?" he replied back.

Kirk, who had already sat back in his Captain's Chair, waved his hand. "Uh…yeah. A dog. You know, man's best friend. Go pay 'Canis a Lupy' a visit…they're in Corridor A32." then he returned his focus back to his crew.

Seeing that Captain Kirk was directing his attention to the ship and not to him, Spock gave a relentless sigh and headed to go see this "Man's Best Friend."

After walking for about five minutes Spock reached the entrance to Corridor A. In his path, was a large metal door with a rectangular side window. Next to the door, donning a red uniform was a security guard.

The Vulcan gestured to the door. "I would like to pass into Corridor A."

The guard nodded. "Yes, Commander Spock." He fiddled with a few buttons on the side of the door. "Just to let you know Commander, once you enter this door, it will lock. You can only unlock it from the outside."

Spock raised his eyebrows. "Why is that?"

"So the animals can't get out and destroy the ship." the guard chuckled. "We wouldn't want that, would we?"

The door slid open to reveal a long hallway with countless compartments. The Commander stepped through and nodded. "Thank you for your assistance." He spoke and went on his way to find A32.

As he got closer and closer to his destination, the sound of barking became ear-splitting. He reached A32 at the end of the long hallway and cautiously walked inside.

The Vulcan was fascinated at the spectacle before him.

Canis Lupus Familiaris, or as his Captain preferred to called them, dogs, were scattered about across the room in various enclosures.

He became aware of being transfixed at the pet's demeanor as the canines of the same breed scampered around their little cages, playing frivolously with one another, gnawing on toys, and inspecting each other.

The canines came in all sorts of sizes and tones. Some of the dogs' fur was even strangely dyed in unusual color combinations to fit StarFleet Academy's school symbol.

Spock looked up as a blonde attendant approached him. "Are you here to pick up your dog?" she asked politely.

The Vulcan shook his head. "No madam." He replied. "I am simply here on Captain's orders to visit these creatures."

In other words, Spock did not desire to be using his inestimable time at this location looking at the rambunctious animals.

The young woman smiled. "Alright then Commander Spock, feel free to interact with any of the pets." She gestured to the door that he had just entered. "I have to go check up on the other animals. I'll be back in a few minutes." She quickly nodded to her superior and headed out the exit. "Holler if you need anything!" She called.

Then she was gone.

The dogs seemed to whimper a bit at their caretaker's absence and they sensed with their useful noses that someone else was in the room.

Spock carefully walked to and from the animal's cages and examined quite a few of them. He noted that the smaller canines were particularly feisty and the larger ones were quite friendly. He even managed to touch a few of them. He surprisingly found the canines…charming.

But his judgment on such creatures all changed when he met Juju….

Spock found interest in a German Shepard that had brightly dyed fur after inspecting his Captain's dog, a Great Dane that was titled "Butler" and was as friendly as Kirk.

He approached the colorful dog's pinfold to observe the stained workmanship.

He opened the enclosure as he had done so with the other dogs and bent down to stoke the animal's coat. As the Vulcan did so, he detected a name for the dog: Juju.

Juju wagged his tail back and forth playfully as Spock stretched out his hand to touch the red, yellow, and blue fur.

"Grrrrrr….."

Spock pulled his hand back. Did that animal just growl at him? He tried again to touch the specimen.

"Grrrrrr…." Juju growled again in a somewhat playful manner; his furry pointed ears were bent at a slight angle.

The German Shepard spied a glistening object on the Vulcan's clothing. The dog Juju was mesmerized by the item, and Spock seemed to take notice of the canine staring intently at him as well.

Suddenly, without any warnings, the dog pounced aggressively on Spock who stumbled to the floor in surprise and hastily attempted to free himself from the animal's weight. The animal growled intensely and snapped its jaw at his enemy; its dark, black, eyes were narrowed with anger. After a few unsuccessful efforts to get Juju off of him, the Commander finally managed to get the canine back in its original enclosure.

He sighed in exasperation at the sudden outburst of the creature and furthermore decided that he was finished with surveying the pets. He gave a final look at Juju and was appalled at the sight of the German Shepard with his StarFleet badge in its mouth.

The Vulcan made a rash decision, reached forward, and attempted to yank his insignia out of Juju's jaw. "I command you to release my item of property." he said through clenched teeth.

Juju growled more, thinking that the Commander was playing a game of tug-a-war with him. But the Vulcan's strength was a bit too much for the colorful German Shepard to handle and the dog reluctantly surrendered his newly found toy to the pointy-eared man.

But now, Juju wasn't playing a game anymore. No, he was angry.

Spock cautiously used his blue shirt to clean the slime-like slobber from Juju's mouth. He made a disgusted face. How could humans enjoy the company of such creatures like these?

He returned his symbol back to the upper left section of his uniform and gazed back to the animal.

It was snarling ferociously. That was when the Commander realized that the German Shepard was in an attack stance. It was ready to defend itself and its worth. It was preparing itself for battle.

"Juju….." Spock warned calmly. "Stay…"

Juju bared his teeth, jumped out of his cage and howled.

That was when the Science Engineer spun on his heel and ran as fast as he could out the door.

Lieutenant Uhura was happy. No, she was beaming with joy.

She was finally going to have a normal evening.

For months now, she and Spock had arranged to have dinner together. Unfortunately, that had never happened; several missions on the USS Enterprise had gone wrong, resulting with Spock canceling their plans.

But tonight, at exactly 19:00, she and the Commander were going to have dinner….together….finally.

She would get Spock all to herself. No distractions. No emergencies. Just her and Spock.

After being dismissed for the day by her captain, Nyota left the Captain's Bridge and headed to get ready for dinner.

While heading to her quarters, she passed Corridor A. She smiled a bit, remembering how wonderful it was to have the animals on board to share their voyages with….

RUFF!

Uhura frowned. That noise sounded a tad close. She turned her head, and to her shock, she saw a dog, a German Shepard, through the side window leading into Corridor A.

What shocked her more was Spock lying on the floor, shouting for assistance. She gasped as she witnessed the Shepard attacking her dinner date.

She expeditiously ran to the metal security door. There was a small sign that read "Be Back in 10 Minutes.". She panicked as she hastily inputted the security code for the door and heard the Commander groan with discomfort.

The door slid open and Spock defended himself from the aggressive animal as he stumbled into the safety of the hallway.

Out of breath, Nyota helped the Vulcan pull his body up from the ground. He did not look his best. His atmospheric shirt was torn in some places, his disciplined hair stood up in the air, and Nyota noted that he seemed to be in extreme shock.

Spock faced Lieutenant Uhura. "Nyota," he said formally, despite his composure. "I am uncertain that I will be able to arrive for dinner tonight."

Uhura groaned on the inside. "This could not be happening." She thought.

At 19:00 sharp, First Commanding Officer Spock arrived at Lieutenant Uhura's quarters to escort her to dinner. Thankfully, the menace known as Juju had not taken a serious toll on the Vulcan and he and Uhura were still able to eat together.

The Communications Officer opened the door and smiled. But Spock hesitantly took a step back.

Nyota looked lovely as always. Her hair was pulled back in its signature ponytail, and she wore the most elegant black dress. She was beautiful.

But, clutched in her hands, she held something, a striped tabby cat.

Spock acknowledged it as Felis Catus: a small, usually furry, domesticated, and carnivorous animal.

Uhura sensed his displeasure. She shook her head in response. "Don't worry Spock; Miss Meow Meows won't do anything to you."

Spock raised an eyebrow slightly in disbelief.

Uhura smiled and rubbed the feline's head. "I've had her since I was twelve years old. She doesn't bite. Here, hold out your hand and let her sense you."

Slowly, the Vulcan stretched his hand out and touched Miss Meow Meows' soft coat. She purred; loving the attention she was receiving.

"See?" Nyota responded. "She likes you Spock."

Spock gave a nod. "It seems so." He replied as the feline started to rub her patterned head on the Commander's arm.

The next day, Jim Kirk was interested in learning Spock's experience with the dogs.

"Did you see a "canine" you liked?" he asked. "You know, you can come and visit my dog Butler anytime you want."

The reply the Captain got was something he least expected.

"Captain, while you still are aware that I discourage the Pet Policy, I find that Canis Lupus Familiaris can be some-what friendly."

"Some-what friendly?!" Kirk asked appalled at what he heard. "A dog is "Man's Best Friend"! You're kidding me, right?"

"No Captain, I do not kid." Spock replied. "You state that a canine is the best companion for man. But after my discoveries and experiences with such creatures, I would prefer to call a cat a 'Vulcan's Best Friend'."

THE END

A/N: That's it! What did you think? Pretty funny huh?

The menace known as Juju was inspired by our stuffed animal, Dotty. You really don't want to know how Juju came to be….. Every time I see a big dog, I shout 'Juju!'.

Miss Meow Meows is inspired by my snow leopard stuffed animal, Miss Meow Meows.

I hope you all liked this! I was not very fond of this idea, but after writing it, I think it is my favorite one-shot yet!

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