Yep. This is an omake for my other fic Agreeable. It will make tons more sense if you read that first. /shameless plug
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek. If I did, look what would happen... O.o
Spock sniffed again and pulled a convenient tissue to blow his nose. He was feeling more comfortable now, with the Captain's little amenities, and he was grateful…
But this was getting kind of ridiculous.
"Blanket, Mr. Spock?" Yeoman Evertide presented him with another one of Jim's trying-to-be-subtle gifts, a fleece blanket with a print of stars on it.
"…Yes, thank you, Yeoman." Spock glanced over at Kirk to see how he'd be disguising this little bit of favoritism and almost dropped his tea.
Kirk had tied an identical blanket around his neck like a cape and was currently posing in front of the command chair. Sulu and Chekov had somehow obtained fans. And they were using them to gust their captain's cape back into a dramatic pose. Uhura reluctantly adjusted her spotlight.
"Problem, Spock?" Kirk shot his first officer a blinding grin. Yeah, that spotlight wasn't helping any.
"Uh, no sir?" Dumbfounded, the Vulcan just took a sip of tea. "I do not, uh, believe so."
"Good. Carry on."
Perhaps he was hallucinating?