AN: Alright here is chapter 3. Thank you so much for reviewing St. Valentine, Uki200, BloomingSparrow, DragonWitch250, Smiley, Dexgal, AI, Port-of-Seas, The Pyscho Pyro, LunarEclispe, and Tessasama. Your kind words are always appreciated. This chapter is a little shorter than the others but I think it works. I have more with these two eh-hem…situation but I broke it into multiple chapters. I hope you enjoy this, it's a bit more fluff than comedy. AND just a note, Drunk!spock will be here a plenty just a little later in the story. Not sit back relax, and enjoy the chaos.

Disclaimer: Still not my characters. They belong to people far more creative than I (like Roddenberry)

"Alright does everyone have a job?" Kirk asked rising to his full height. He looked around quickly to see everyone present nodding or agreeing in some way shape or form. "Alright then…I can't believe I'm about to say this but, Seder Stations!"

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Jim Kirk never refused a challenge…ever, except when it came to cooking. He'd tried to make dinner for one of his girlfriends once and it hadn't ended well. Not only had he managed to give her food poisoning but she promptly broke up with him. It had not been a good experience.

"Bones, please tell me you know what you're doing" Kirk practically begged.

"Relax Jim, I'm a highly trained medical professional, I think I can figure out how to press a few buttons. Now which one of these crates has the goods?" McCoy said, looking easily around the room, confidence in his posture.

"I'm gonna say the ones marked 'FESTIVE MEAL'" Kirk replied sarcastically.

McCoy rolled his eyes before lifting the nearest crate, they were all stacked neatly on the floor, and hoisted it onto the table. Secretly McCoy had been quite interested in culinary arts as a child and if he hadn't decided to go to medical school, he'd be aboard the Enterprise as a personal chef.

"Let's just see what we have here" He whispered to himself.

As he opened the box, all of his confidence dribbled away with a pitiful plop. McCoy considered himself well-versed in food preparation, no not well-versed, damn good at food preparation. But the items he found in the box were NOT what he expected.

From inside the box, McCoy removed a set of instructions. The cover read "VI"

"Why's it marked 6?" Kirk asked. As the words left his mouth, Kirk realized exactly why it was marked 6, "No. This festive meal has to be made in numerical order? Bones, say it isn't so"

McCoy carefully unfolded the instructions and read them aloud, "Step 67) Add packet marked festive seasoning 4 to the sauce mixed during Step 38."

"Crap," Kirk sighed, "We have to find box 1 don't we?"

"Yeah Jim, that's what we have to do" McCoy answered, none too happy about the task himself.

"This" Kirk started, cracking open crates 8 and 13, "Is gonna suck"

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"So, whose room should we search first?" Uhura asked playfully.

"Lieutenant, choosing rooms to search based solely on their occupant as oppose to their relevance to Ensign Chekov's room is highly illogical. Yet…"

Uhura felt her features break out into an enormous smile, "Yet for some illogical reason, you want to"

He gave a small genuine chuckle, "Yes" He said simply.

"Well then come on" She grabbed his arm and pulled him into the nearest room. As soon as they had booth cleared the threshold the door slid shut behind them. Spock looked around the room carefully before coming to the conclusion that Uhura had just dragged him into Kirk's cabin.

"Nyota…what are we doing in the captains quarters?"

"Looking for Haggadahs" She answered innocently.

Spock raised an eyebrow, an amused gleam in his eyes.

Uhura gave him a flirtatious grin before starting around the cabin. She walked slowly, swinging her hips to a beat only she could hear. Spock fought to keep his face blank. Uhura walked aimlessly around Kirk's room occasionally stopping to peer behind bookshelves and open drawers. After several minutes of finding absolutely nothing of interest, Uhura folded her arms across her chest and gave a small pout.

"Have you found any…Haggadahs?" Spock asked amused, choosing his words carefully.

"Why don't you come over here and find out?" She asked.

Spock felt his lips turn up into a gentle smile as he began walking towards her. When he approached, she easily slid her arms around his neck as his took place at her hips. She tilted her head and gave him a small kiss before they became fully absorbed in each other's eyes.

Suddenly with no warning, Spock's twisted around to face the door. Confusion settled on Uhura's face, but a few seconds later she understood, "Are those…"

"Footsteps. Yes, I believe someone is coming" He said monotone.

"What?!" She whispered. While Uhura did enjoy messing with the Captain even she knew how much trouble she'd be in for being in the Captains quarters, unauthorized, and with her superior officer/boyfriend.

Uhura looked around, searching for a hiding place before making a dash for the closet, "Come on" She beckoned as Spock walked calmly over to the closet. As soon as he was at arm's length, she grabbed his hand, pulled him in and the door slid shut.

No sooner had the door closed when another door opened. Uhura was absolutely still; waiting and listening for what would happen next…Hopefully it wasn't Kirk come to change his shirt.

A soft clicking could be heard, women's footsteps Uhura deduced.

"Christine! Wait, don't go just let me explain" A male voice called from within the room.

"No Roger, just leave me alone. There's nothing more to talk about" The woman, whom Uhura could guarantee was Christine Chapel, replied.

Uhura felt her eyebrows shoot up in interest before she shoved her ear up against the door.

"Nyota-"

"shhh" She whispered, waving Spock away.

"I fear this will be a long wait" Spock said to himself before folding his arms firmly across his chest and leaning into a make-shift seat of dirty laundry, "A very long wait"

AN: Yeah, it's shorter and stuff but at least I've remembered to update ^_^ Anyway thanks for reading everyone. As always please review, I'm a review-whore. It makes me smile.