Hey all! I wrote this one a while back. I'm probably one of the few students who is not a fan of ramen noodles.

Today is May 9th, three years ago 'Star Trek' came out in theaters, so if you own it go watch it! New movie comes out next year, and I recently found out the villain is going to be Khan (played by Benedict Cumberbatch of 'Sherlock' fame). Kudos to JJ Abrams for daring to take on TOS's greatest villain, but seriously? Honestly, I was hoping he wouldn't do that.

Anyways, please review after reading! Give me suggestions! You've got 900 Rules to choose from!

Rule #64: Don't use lab equipment to cook your own food.

Everyone jumped as an alarm went off on the Bridge (including Spock, but you couldn't tell nor would he admit to it). Kirk barely managed to save his coffee from spilling onto Sulu's back. Uhura squealed. The Engineering and Environmental Control officers both swore semi-loudly. Chekov was pulled out of his daydream of a pretty Russian girl he once knew who was about to kiss him, and fell to the ground. He scrambled back into his chair, thankful that everyone else was too busy to notice.

"Report!" Kirk barked, shaking the excess coffee from his hand.

"Fire in Science Lab 6, Captain," Uhura said. "Control and Damage teams are on their way, safety measures are underway now."

Spock stood up and headed for the turbo-lift. Someone had lit one of his Labs on fire. Kirk quickly followed. Someone had lit his ship on fire, which took precedence over Spock's department lab.

"Sulu you have the comm.!" Kirk said just as the doors closed.

The Bridge crew waited a few seconds before moving.

"Oh boy," Uhura whistled.

"I would hate to be the people on the receiving end of that," Sulu said.

"Da," Chekov agreed.

It took twenty-four-point-five-eight-two seconds for the turbo-lift to drop to the necessary deck. As soon as the doors were open, Spock was off. Kirk had to run to keep up with the Vulcan, who was walking. Finally, they reached the scene of the fire.

"Move!" Kirk yelled. "Out of the way!"

The crowd of on-lookers parted for the Commanding Officers. They made their way over to the control chief.

"All under control now, sirs," he said. "Minor damage, nothing that can't be repaired or fixed. No injuries either."

"What happened, Mr. Brown?" Spock asked.

Brown rubbed the back of his neck. "A couple of technicians decided to use a few of the hot plates for, erm, unconventional purposes. No one was hurt; Security is going through the tapes now."

"What kind of unconventional purposes?" Kirk asked.

"Wha'd I miss?" McCoy asked, skidding to a stop.

"Nothing, doctor," Spock replied. "I was about to inspect the damage to Lab 6."

Brown didn't bother stopping the three from entering. Instead, he turned to the crowd once the doors were closed.

"All right!" he yelled. "Which one of you idiots did this?"

"Over here!"

McCoy was looking over a blackened hot plate as Kirk and Spock joined him. The plate was one of three. One of the other two had a pot of some kind melted to the hot plate. Kirk picked up the whole melted mess.

His nose crinkled. "What's that smell?"

They looked into the pot. Kirk rolled his eyes. "Ramen! They used a hot plate to cook ramen noodles!"

"And marshmallows from the looks of this one," McCoy added, poking a glob of burnt-something-or-another.

"Spock? Spock!" Kirk and McCoy watched as the Vulcan exited the room, and everyone outside watched as he walked down the hall into the waiting turbo-lift.

Once inside, Spock was glad the turbo-lift security camera had a blind spot. He now knew why Dr. McCoy was so keen on banging his head against the wall when someone came into Sickbay with an idiotic reason for being there.

When the turbo-lift doors opened, he almost walked into three science crewmen who smelled of burnt ramen noodles and marshmallows.

"Dang," one of them whispered.

That day, the crew discovered that it was possible to suffer wrath at the hands of a Vulcan. They couldn't get the smell out of Lab 6 for months.