Wow! This story has over fifty reviews! That's kinda awesome. Especially considering that I've been writing Star Trek fanfiction for less than two weeks and this is my only story that's not a one-shot.
Would you believe that six months ago I had absolutely no idea what a Vulcan even was?
Anyways. thank you guys so so much for sticking with this story so far, and now it's almost at a close.
PS: sharktopus- I totally loved your comment; it made me laugh! And you'll be happy to know that I did put down my enchilada and guitar controller (eventually) and I totally finished my kid!Spock and kid!Kirk story ('The Advanced Physics Story') as well as writing a prologue and part of a chapter for one of my AUs (Which maybe might be based on a John Hughes movie)! So, yay! :)
Spock walked into his captain's quarters. Kirk was standing by his desk and glanced up as Spock entered the room.
"You wished to see me, Captain?"
"Yeah, Spock, I've been thinking," Kirk said, walking closer to his first officer. "I've been going about it all wrong."
Spock did not have any frame of reference to relate this conversation to and therefore waited silently for Kirk to elaborate.
"About the chocolate," Kirk said, waving his hands at the boxes he had piled around his desk.
It had been five months since Spock first confronted Kirk on the bridge about his sweet confection. Spock had still not yet accepted any of Kirk's offers to ingest the sugary substance.
Although Spock had gotten over the initial annoyance he felt from Kirk's endeavors to make him consume chocolate, he could feel remnants of his irritation creeping back up on him. There were several important projects that required his supervision and he was working on a formula to increase the production of the warp coils in engineering.
"I've been going about this all wrong," Kirk was saying. Spock eyed him suspiciously as he talked animatedly. "I mean, I wouldn't want to sit and drink by myself. I'm sure you wouldn't want to sit and eat chocolate all by yourself, right?"
Spock did not answer. But Kirk kept talking anyway.
"So would you eat chocolate with the rest of the crew? Not the whole crew, of course. But the ones you're pretty closed to- they wouldn't care if you wanted to indulge a little bit. Uhura, Sulu, Chekov. Scotty, of course, wouldn't care if you had a little too much chocolate to eat. He'd probably be drunk off scotch himself. Bones-"
"Jim," Spock interrupted. "I do not want to eat chocolate with the crew. Especially not with Doctor McCoy."
Kirk stopped in his speech and stared at Spock dejectedly. Then he brightened up.
He stepped over to one of his boxes and pulled out two pieces of golden wrapped chocolate.
"What about just with me then?" Kirk asked, holding out one of the pieces.
Spock shook his head. "No. Now, if you'll excuse me, Captain, there are several tasks that require my attention."
He turned on his heel and started to head out the door.
"Spock," Kirk's voice made him stop. Reluctantly, Spock turned around. Kirk had a mischievous smile on his face.
"Would you eat it with your dad?" Kirk asked, his grin growing wider.
Spock snapped.
"Jim, I would not eat chocolate with my father. And not with you and not with the crew. I would not eat it in the dark. I would not eat it in the rain. I would not eat on shore leave or in sickbay. I would not eat it with a tribble. I would not eat it in the lab. I would not eat it in my quarters. I would not eat it on the bridge. I. Would. Not. Eat. It. Anywhere."
Spock took a deep breath as he finished his tirade and waited for Kirk's reaction.
Kirk was frowning, but he didn't look upset or offended in anyway. Instead, it looked as though he were contemplating something.
"Spock," Kirk started in a thoughtful tone. Spock made no move that he had heard him, but Kirk went on. "Have you ever tried chocolate?"
That was not the reaction Spock had expected in the least. But, he learned a long time ago that James T. Kirk was never what one expected.
"Spock," prompted Kirk again. "Have you?"
"No," was Spock's short answer.
"Never? You've never had chocolate of any kind? In your whole life?"
"I have not, Captain," said Spock, feeling faintly impatient.
"Never?"
"Are your hearing capabilities compromised, Captain?"
Kirk waved off the insult. "So, tell me this? How can you say that you don't want to eat chocolate in all these different situations when you've never even had any?" Kirk grinned. "That's not very logical, is it?"
If there was one thing that spurred Spock into action, it was when someone threw logic at him. Spock reached out and plucked one of the chocolate pieces out of Kirk's hand. He unwrapped it and, staring Kirk straight in the eyes, took a bite.
Kirk smiled as he watched Spock slowly chew through the candy in his mouth and then audibly swallow.
"So?"
Spock handed the rest of the chocolate in his hand back to Kirk.
In the most toneless voice he could muster he said, "It was satisfactory. Now, if you will excuse me."
And Spock was out the door.
So... Spock finally ate the chocolate. It might seem a bit anticlimactic, but it is Spock.
And I saved all the good stuff for next chapter with adorably Drunk!Spock. :)
