A/N: Sorry for the delay. I was at camp all week, and didn't really have time to update.

Day 2:

"Beach!" Kirk yelled as soon as he woke up. He sprang out of his tent. "Gotta go!" He ran as fast as he he could, but was stopped by Spock.

"After, you take a shower. And get dressed. I doubt most females would care to see you with sheep on your pajamas." Spock said.

"Arghh. Who made you the boss?" Kirk said bitterly.

"Don't be difficult. We all have to do it!" McCoy said grumpily, flinging his bag of clothes over his shoulder.

"You mean I have to take a shower with other people?" Kirk exclaimed.

"No Captain. There are stalls." Spock said with the Vulcan equivalent to a sigh.

"Fiiiinnnneeee. This better be quick!" Kirk said, sighing. He went in his tent and grabbed a change of clothes. It took all five of them 10 minutes walk down to the shower-house. (Spock had gotten up earlier than anyone else) Each of the shower stalls in the shower-house were programed for fifteen minutes until the water shut off. (Kirk used all the hot water) (much to McCoy's unhappiness) They got back to their campsite and found six plates of scrambled eggs and bacon on each of their logs surrounding the fire.

"You did this, Spock?" Kirk asked.

"Yes sir."

"Wh didn't you make Ensign Ricky do it?" Kirk asked.

"His tent is no longer in it's place. I'm assuming that in the middle of the night he packed up his tent and ran away." Spock said, sighing.

"How are we ever going going to find him?" Sulu asked.

"He's a redshirt. He's a redshirt. He can't be to hard to find." Scotty said with a frown.

"Dang, we needed him!" McCoy growled.

"Maybe he'll come back," Kirk said, "Come on, let's go!"

"With you around Jim, I doubt he's even in the same country!" McCoy said, taking his plate of food, and dumping it into his mouth. The rest did the same.

"Are we going to drive to the beach Keptin?" Chekov asked with a lot of fear in his voice.

"Absolutely not. After yesterday, I never want to step in another bus ever again." McCoy answered for him.

"Why don't we just walk." Scotty suggested.

"Fiiiinnnneeee." Kirk sighed. It took them a half-an-hour to hike down to the beach. "Well, I'll see ya later!" Kirk said right before he rushed over to a group of girls.

"Oh no, not again." Sulu muttered.

"I vant to go fishing!" Chekov said, bouncing up and down.

"You may, Ensign." Spock said, as he pulled a fishing pole out of his backpack that he brought along. (Don't ask how he could fit a fishing pole in his backpack. He made a mnemonic memory circuit out of stone knives and bearskins, he can do almost anything.)

"Yaaaaaaaaay!" Chekov screamed, and ran down the dock. He threw in his line and waited anxiously.

"We need to ruin Kirk's chances of getting yet another girl." McCoy smiled evilly and rubbed his hands together.

"I think Ensign Chekov will take care of that for us." Spock said evenly.

Finally, Chekov got a bite on his lure. He yanked it so hard, the fish came shooting out of the water and landed right in front of him. "I caught a fish!" He yelled so loud, that people fishing nearby (including Scotty, Sulu, and McCoy) had to cover their ears. He smiled, and yelled, "I got to show Keptin Kirk!" He ran off the dock and towards the Captain. (Who was surrounded by a bunch of girls.) "KEPTIN, I CAUGHT A FISH! KEPTIN LOOK AT MY FISH!"

"Chekov, go away!" Kirk hissed.

But it was to late. All the girls smiled at Chekov. "Awwwwww! He's so adorable!" They all said at once.

"Who me?" Chekov asked with a smile.

"Awwwwww!" They all walked away from Kirk and flocked over to Chekov.

"Keptin! I think they like me!" Chekov said smiling.

"Awwwwww! We love your accent!" They all said.

"What?" Kirk asked, standing alone on the beach.