Author's Note: So while we wait for the plot bunnies to stop going on strike for Secrets that Define Us I will start working on this one again. Hope you guys enjoys some fluff. I really need it right now.
Spock watched his Captain cringe at the way the halls had been decorated with overweight balding men in red suits, mistletoe, and candy canes. "Are you alright Captain?" He asked as they met halfway down the hall.
"If dodging another Yeoman trying to corner me under one of those cursed plants is alright then I'm just peachy." His Captain sighed. "Sorry. I shouldn't get snappy. It's been a long day. We have to play ferry to some big wigs. Which means the shore leave we were promised isn't going to happen. And to top it off I have babies trying to kiss me."
Spock arched a brow as he worked out who would be considered an infant to the captain. "Which was it, Holland or Cooper?" His captain opened his mouth before quickly shutting it.
The younger man shook his head. "Nope. You are not going to pull them aside to give them a talking to. They are kids. They don't need the scary first officer ripping into them for a silly game."
"Should I remind you those 'kids' are nineteen and twenty. They are old enough to know better. You would not allow this behavior to go on with another crew members." Spock slowed his pace so his Captain wouldn't have to speed up.
"Well of course I wouldn't allow it to go on. But I'm not one of the crew. I'm the captain. It's different. Don't give me that look. What I mean is, I can handle it. It's annoying and gross because they are kids trying to do it. But it's not hurting me. I just have to be more aware of where I'm going." Jim shrugged and held up a PADD. "Think you can help out again? More reports they want by tomorrow that I just so happened to get today."
They walked in silence until they got to one of the rec rooms. Hours passed as they filled out report after report. The day grew late before they parted ways. As Spock walked back to his quarters alone, he noticed just how many mistletoes were down the main path his Captain took every day. By the time he got to his room Spock counted nearly two hundred.
He folded himself into a lotus position after lighting his incents. The smell was calming as Spock settled into organizing his mind for the night. Two hours before Jim and his shift he pulled himself out of his meditation. Spock started his morning routine early and left well before his Captain would be awake. He made his way down the path Jim took most mornings and retrieved the mistletoe from doorways. He found new places for them to reside on other halls that his captain would rarely take. Once that was completed, he made his way to the Bridge. They would pick up the ambassadors later that day. Jim came in right on time a look of bewilderment on his face.
"Hey…Anyone else noticed anything something different about the main hall?" He asked as he took his seat. A round of negatives came before everyone settled into their work. A small smile tugged at Jim's lips as he settled back in his chair.