Written specially for tigersoul101 who requested a caffinated Spock. somehow Sulu and Chekov snuck in...ooops! anyway i took a few liberties in this and Spock is supposed to be OOC. :) enjoy

Caffeine

Spock looked at the menu before him with thinly veiled confusion. Who knew that there where so many different types of coffee? Worst still none of them on the menu had a description so Spock was at a loss as to what to order. The captain had beamed him down to the planet with strict instructions to relax and enjoy himself, when Spock inquired as to what the captain would call relaxing the man replied
"I don't know Spock just grab a coffee or something and walk to the beach!"
And that is exactly what Spock planned to do. A young female human in front of him ordered a Mocha Coffee, oblivious to Spock's close scrutiny of her choice. He watched in fascination as what appeared to be two different blends of coffee were steamed into a large mug and mixed liberally with milk. It looked nice enough.
"And what can I get you sir?" The young man behind the counter asked him, snapping him out of his coffee thoughts.
"A Mocha Coffee to go please" he requested. The man raised his eyebrows but said nothing and began preparing the coffee.
Soon Spock was stood on a pier over a silver sea sipping his coffee. It was bitter and sweet at the same time with a hint of something he could not quite place. Well he had done it. He had 'grabbed' a coffee and gone to the beach just as his captain had instructed. He looked up the beach, it's blue sand shining in the sun, and spotted two very familiar faces. Ensign Chekov appeared to be taking great delight in tormenting Lieutenant Sulu, who seemed to be buried up to his neck in the sand. Spock smiled lightly as he watched the Asian man be poked in the back of his head by a small shovel. He cocked his head to one side as Sulu strained and slowly pulled himself out of the sand sending the tormenting Russian hurtling down the beach laughing. It was quite enjoyable to watch Spock mused draining his cup, well he felt ready to return to the ship even if others didn't.

When he materialised onto the pad he nodded to the ensign at the panel and strode out of the room. He wandered down the corridor oblivious to the slight bounce in his step. He made his way back to the bridge nodding at various crew members on his route. So he found himself back in his seat at his station carefully watching his console. However he found himself getting distracted by the others on the bridge. The occasional chirp from communications, a cough from helm, even the captain as he span round in his chair. Everything was suddenly interesting yet his own station listless and boring. Spock found himself itching to pace around or even run. Knowing how illogical it would be to run on the bridge he settled for tapping his long fingers on the cold metal before him. He soon found his foot tapping along as well.
"You ok Spock?" The captain's voice floated towards him. He span round eyebrow raised.
"Why yes captain I am just having difficulty concentrating reason." Kirk grinned and wandered up to the science console
"Did you get that coffee I told you to try?" He asked leaning on the barrier behind him.
"Indeed captain. I believe it was called a Mocha Coffee. A most satisfactory beverage" suddenly Kirk was laughing, "Captain? Did I say something amusing?" Strange as it may seem Spock found himself holding back the laughter that was bubbling up in his throat.
"Oh Spock! No wonder you can't concentrate. Mocha Coffee has chocolate in it! Get yourself down to sickbay and see is McCoy has something to counteract it." Realisation dawned on Spock; no wonder he couldn't concentrate indeed! He quickly left his seat to enter the turbo lift but Kirk caught his arm
"Next time just get a latte Spock" the smile escaped the Vulcan's lips before he could stop it. He hoped that McCoy would indeed have something or Spock was going to feel agitated all day.