AN: Hey again everyone. Here it is, chapter 4. Thanks again to the reviewers (but I'd still love to hear more hint-hint to those of you who read but don't).

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Again thanks to all my reviewers, I love you and I hope you enjoy this chapter

Disclaimer: Not mine, Roddenberry's.

"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"

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"You pig!"

"Christine, please just me-"

"What. Give you what Roger? Another chance, well you can just forget it!"

"Christine, be reasonable!"

SLAP

Uhura winced while Spock tenderly touched his cheek simply imagining how much that probably stung.

"Ouch" Uhura whispered

"Indeed" Spock said nodding. Despite knowing full well how futile these emotional arguments were, Spock was almost enjoying listening to the two.

"I saw you with Holly. Don't even bother trying to cover it up. It's over!"

"Baby-"

"Don't you DARE baby me!"

Both Spock and Uhura turned to exchange glances before returning their ears to their respective areas of the closet door.

"Spock" Uhura called quietly.

"Yes," He responded automatically, only half listening as he gave a majority of his attention to the break up on the other side of the door.

"If you ever cheated on me, you'd tell me right?" She asked casually.

Spock sensing the loaded statement he'd just been given, lightly touched Uhura's cheek before turning her face to meet his in a gentle kiss.

"Nyota" He began, "That is an unnecessary question as I have no need for anyone else but you."

Uhura couldn't help but grin and nod.

"YOU BITCH!"

"GO TO HELL JACKASS"

With the sudden explosion of activity in the other room, Uhura and Spock simultaneously shoved their ears against the door.

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Kirk scratched his head uncomfortably. He and McCoy had managed to open and properly arrange all the "FESTIVE MEAL" boxes in proper numerical order, however after a very brief incident with the seasoning packets and the tofurkey McCoy had decided it was better if Kirk sat quietly and watched.

"Jim, hand me that colander"

"Sure" Kirk said with confidence. He quickly scanned the kitchen before realizing he had absolutely no idea what a colander was, "Bones…the colander, that's the one with slots in the spoon…right?"

McCoy rolled his eyes, "Never mind" he hissed as he darted over to a cabinet and removed a bowl with holes punched into it.

"Bones that's not gonna hold anything. The water'll just go out the holes" Kirk stated obviously.

"That's the idea Jim" Bones replied.

"Oh"

Kirk watched Bones work in uncomfortable silence for what felt like forever to the young captain. He absolutely hated doing nothing. There had to be something he could do, anything at all.

Noticing the Captain twiddling his thumbs and looking rather dejected in the corner, McCoy couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy.

"Jim" He began uncertainly, "will you read off the next step for me?"

Kirk perked up almost instantaneously. He grabbed the instruction packet marked "III" and began reading about halfway down the page, "step 34) add Charoses packet (apple) to Charoses packet (nuts) in Festive Bowl 3"

McCoy did as the instructions advised, before turning to Kirk for the next set of packets to open. Kirk however, seemed to be off in his own world. McCoy was amazed at how quickly his attention span depleted.

McCoy cleared his throat, loudly, in an attempt to bring Kirk back to cooking, but Kirk didn't respond. The Captain currently had his nose pressed up against the tiny "oven window" as he affectionately called it, and was intently watching his botched tofurkey cook.

"And what may I ask, is so interesting about a slow roasting fake turkey?" McCoy asked hostilely, snatching the instructions out of Kirks fingers.

"Hey Bones, is it possible for tofurky to blow up in an oven?"

Taken aback by the question, McCoy almost dropped his festive bowl 3 with the half finished Charoses on the floor.

"It's possible I suppose…why?"

"No reason."

"Jim."

"Bones, relax, it was just a question."

Somehow, that did nothing to calm McCoy's growing worry.

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"Baby I'm so sorry"

"I know, and I want to trust you...but I just can't, Roger. Try to understand"

Uhura sighed, her ear no longer up against the door. At first this had been a lot of fun but now it just felt like this was going in circles. Christine would be mad, Roger would apologize, she'd get madder, he'd apologize again, they'd say they're back together, he'd say something stupid and they whole damn thing would start all over again. After about the 3rd time around, Uhura had lost patience with them.

Spock was feeling the same, although he'd grown tired with the maybe-couple after the 1st cycle completed itself. It was moments like these that made him thankful he was involved with someone as sensible as Nyota.

"This is getting old" Uhura whispered to Spock.

"I concur" The Vulcan stated.

"We never found the Haggadahs" Uhura remembered.

As the words left her mouth, an idea planted itself firmly in Uhura's mind. Just like that, she knew exactly how to pass the time, "Let's play I spy"

Spock raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"You know, I spy" Uhura said almost cheerfully.

Spock's blank expression remained.

"I spy with my little eye something yellow"

"I do not understand the purpose of this. There are many yellow items in this closet and therefore it is illogical for one to know to what you are referring"

Uhura sighed, "Never mind"

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Kirk continued to watch the tofurkey with surreal concentration. It was making McCoy nervous. Never had he known Jim Kirk to watch something so completely unless it was female and heading his way.

"Jim…How's that fake bird looking?" He asked tentatively.

Kirk didn't respond.

"Jim?" He asked again, his eyes glued to the younger man in front of the oven.

"All good" Kirk responded absentmindedly.

Now McCoy was really frightened. However, Kirk's complete and total absorption with the oven was quickly forgotten when he started smelling smoke and hearing sizzling and popping. McCoy looked over all of his pots on the stove; he could find nothing on his side of the kitchen that would be burning right now.

"Quick question" Kirk asked out of nowhere, "If the tofurkey starts making weird sounds does that mean it's done?"

McCoy's eyes widened in realization.

"Take it out!" He yelled.

"Huh?" Kirk asked, back to his cooking-impaired, oven-entranced self.

"The turkey-"

"Tofurkey"

"TAKE IT OUT!"

"But the timer says-"

"TAKE IT OUT NOW!"

Kirk, afraid of being yelled at again, yanked the oven door open before turning to McCoy dumbly, "I don't have any hot-tray holder things"

McCoy immediately tossed a pair of potholders to Kirk, who carefully removed the tray of tofurkey and placed it on a cooling rack. The fake-bird continued to sizzle and make various noises, as McCoy wiped his brow in relief. That had had the potential to be really bad.

"Hey Bones" Kirk began again.

"Yeah Jim" He replied in exasperation.

"There's a bubble on the side…what would happen if I…" As Kirk trailed, McCoy felt a familiar dread fill him. His eyes shot up just in time to see Kirk about to plunge a knife into a very large bubble on the side of the tofurkey.

"Jim, don't!"

AN: There it is. Review for more and thanks everyone for reading and remember, the Vulcan sign originated in Judaism. A trek Passover had been long overdue lol. I hope you all enjoyed!