Merry Christmas, Sweetie
Chapter 2
Yo, I'm back!!
Trunks: 'within the week'?
What are you doing here?
Trunks: you kidnapped me to be your muse, remember?
Go back to your assigned story.
Trunks: then who will muse?
Spock: (waking up) excuse me, but who are you, where are we, and how did I get here?
I am the author, we are in fanfic land, and you got here by me needing a Star trek muse.
Spock: I am needed on the enterprise.
Yah, you'll be there. Sort of. Bu really, you'll be here.
Spock: why?
Cuz I said so.
Trunks: who's he?
Do you live under a flippin rock, child?!?!?!?!? He's SPOCK, from Star Trek!! DUH!!
Trunks: …..
Oh, forget it… I disclaim all things Star Trek… here we go!!!
5:00 am, Christmas Day. Spock and Captain Kirk woke themselves at this ungodly hour, and, like Santa and his elf bringing gifts, crept to the darkened quarters of the Enterprise's Chief Surgeon, Dr. Leonard McCoy. For they had a very special gift for their friend, one that had, surprisingly, been the vulcan's idea.
"All the arrangements have been made, Captain… will the good doctor not be displeased at being awakened at this hour?" Spock inquired.
"Relax, Spock, it'll be worth it." Jim chided gently. Using his authority as Captain, he opened the door to McCoy's quarters and gently shook the man awake, Spock close behind him.
"It's fricken' 5 in the morning, dammit!" McCoy grouched.
"The Captain and I wish to give you your present."
"Can't it wait till a less ghastly hour?!?"
"Nope!" Jim answered cheerfully, pulling a blind fold seemingly from thin air and wrapping it around his friend's head. Not missing a beat, he proceeded to drag his friend towards the transporter, Spock trailing behind wondering at human behavior. The three friends stepped onto the transporter platform and rematerialized outside a traditional Dutch colonial house. Spock and Jim frog-marched their sputtering friend to the porch of the aforementioned house. McCoy's nose twitched at the familiar scent of home-made coffee that was wafting towards him. Jim knocked lightly on the door, hoping that the inhabitant of the house would be willing to share some of that coffee. McCoy fumbled with his blindfold with agitation.
"Guys, what're you.."
The door swung open.
"DADDY!!!" A red haired woman came hurtling out the door and in to McCoy with enough force to knock him back into the morning dew. McCoy tore off his blind fold to reveal that his face was filled with joy.
"Joanna!" he cried blissfully. He was actually here! He had come home for Christmas! Jim and Spock stood on the porch, the former smiling happily, the latter observing with interest. There was nothing they could've done to make this better.
"Dad, you came, you really came, I didn't think you would, but you came!!!" the red-head exclaimed gleefully.
Teary-eyed, Leonard looked over his daughter's head at his friends. Jim, grinning, tilted his head towards Spock, who smiled without smiling.
"Spock, I- you," the doctor stuttered, unable to find words to voice his joy and gratitude. The Vulcan raised a hand to silence his friend.
"I believe the term is 'Merry Christmas,' doctor."
"Yeah, Merry Christmas, Bones." Jim chimed in.
"Hey, Dad, I got a job at the local hospital, you should here Mom rant about that… Come on in, you three, I got enough coffee to go around!" As Bones watched Joanna walk back into the house, he realized that his present for her was still on the Enterprise. Spock cleared his throat and Jim once again did a magic trick, handing McCoy the package in question. The doctor took it, then wrapped Jim in a fierce hug of thanks, which was returned whole-heartedly. Spock waited politely nearby, inwardly rejoicing that his plan was a success. He felt a tug on his shoulder, and next thing he knew, he, too, was wrapped in his friends arms. While his inner human enjoyed the embrace, he was on the whole uncomfortable, and was the first to pull away. Red-faced, McCoy apologized to the Vulcan and made his way into the house, his friends behind him.
In the evening, as the trio prepared to depart, McCoy still trying to figure out how to repay his friends, Spock and Kirk patting themselves on the back, Joanna walked up to her father. "Will you come for my birthday in August?"
McCoy looked everywhere but his daughter's eyes. "Well, I…"
"He will, Joanna." Kirk said firmly. McCoy's eyes lit up.
"I will." He confirmed.
"Alright! I love you!!" the red head exclaimed in joy.
"I love you too, hon." Leonard returned. Father and child hugged each other goodbye, and as the trio of Starfleet officers walked to the beaming point, Joanna called out.
"Merry Christmas, Dad!"
McCoy smiled as the familiar melody of the transporter beam surrounded him.
"Merry Christmas, sweetie."
END!!!!!!
Trunks: Sucked, as usual (sees approaching wedgie-giver) I mean, that was great!!
Spock: If you'll excuse me…
Stubborn Vulcan… NO!!!! I know it's know great shakes next to Schemetization'a story, but please review anyway!!!! See ya next time!!!
Spock: Is she always this insufferable?
Trunks: yep.
Shut up! REVIEW!!!!