AN: Well….better late than never right? Sorry guys, I suck. I know. My job is all crazy and I never have any time to write. Grrrrrr. Anyway, I'd like to thank my wonderful reviewers again. You guys are truly great people and your encouraging words are legit what keeps me writing this even when it's late and I have work to be doing. Thanks all of you.
kalenel – glad you liked that line, so did I. It was inspired by my rapidly melting ice cream, lolz. I will attempt to keep up the one-liners, Port-of-Seas – Not well. Uhura is not a woman I find to be chill. This incident will be no exception. There will be no chilledness. There will be chaos…and laughs, but mostly chaos, Selene the Slytherine – OMG Heroes reference. Lolz, if I can find a place for it I will try to throw in a Sylar reference or two although I'm a Petrelli girl. Nathan is sooooo hot IMO, Live4YourXDreams – I don't know anything about any closets, but I do know Kirk is the worst chef ever. I plan to give him an award for it…no really! DiscoUnicorn – You need to stop inflating my head, you say the worlds nicest things. Seriously keep this up and I won't fit in my door at home because my ego will have gotten so big. Lolz, thank you so much. I am beyond honored to be considered funny, Dragonwitch250 – Hope this is good and satisfying. I'm praying I'll live up to expectations. Not an easy task after 12 chapters. Anyway hope you enjoy this, sadhappygirl – meh, I've always had problems writing long chapters. This just doesn't feel like a long chapter story for me…plus I don't have time for long chapters sorry. This will just have to do, hope its good enough anyway ^_^ mykardia – It has been my experience that when people get drunk they cry. Maybe it's just my friends…but that seems to happen a lot so I made it happen to Spock too lol, PadawanMom – Have I ever mentioned how cool your username is? Well it rocks! Anyway, I must say I feel your pain for Sulu. Poor guy. Uhura can be tough, dexgal – Well my dear friend dexgal, now you too will know what McCoy saw when he mind melted lolz. Hope you enjoy, bookdragon01 – awww , shiva calls are so sad. Take my advice, when life is giving you crud, write something happy. Make someone smile, you'll feel better. I promise. On a separate note, you're mini story was really funny! Passover has this tendency to bring out the hilarious side of people lolz. Every year when my dad reads "Next year in the land of Israel" he says under his breath "Who the hell wrote this? I don't want to move" I find it hilarious, hope you feel better, and glad to maybe make you smile, .dolphins – OMG Ferris Beuler is amazing! I was watching it while writing and I thought hell why not throw in my FAVORITE reference. Glad the info was helpful and I'm happy to provide more if you ever have any Jew/Russian questions, Narnel – Well maybe not a speedy update but I'm trying. Hope you weren't waiting too long. Sulu will find out soon enough and clear things up in his usual Sulu way…just wait and see, Ohtar Vicky – Yay glad that you're enjoying it! And thank you for reviewing, hope you enjoy this chapter!
Disclaimer: Really not mine, Roddenberry's.
It was just then that McCoy understood what was going on. Spock had not only mind melded with him, but he was showing McCoy just how he'd come into his little predicament.
McCoy felt a smile he was relatively sure he shouldn't be feeling falling across his lips.
"Wow" He said, "This is better than intergalactic cable!"
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There before McCoy's eyes was Spock. He was in front of the stove pushing around a wooden spoon with a single finger, his face as far away from the stove as possible. It didn't take McCoy long to realize what the Vulcan must have been stirring. Chocolate. McCoy snuck up carefully and tipped his gaze down into the pot the Vulcan was avoiding. His suspicions had been confirmed, Spock was stirring perfectly melted rich creamy Passover chocolate.
Suddenly, without any warning, Spock dropped the spoon and leapt away from the pot, a hand clasped firmly over his mouth and nose. McCoy couldn't tare his eyes away. After taking a few deep breathes, Spock dropped his hand and looked around the room.
"Probably looking for Jim" McCoy said to himself.
Spock sighed loudly, pulling McCoy's thoughts back to the half-Alien. It seemed Spock had regained his composure and was now inching towards the pot again.
"According to my knowledge of melting chocolate this is ready to be removed from the stove" Spock said to no one in particular. "It appears I will have to do this"
Spock then removed the pot from the burner and onto a wooden cooling slate. As soon as the task was done he recoiled again.
McCoy had to fight to keep from laughing. The entire thing was rather comical really. The great and widely renowned Commander Spock jumping around like a little girl avoiding cooties was simply to entertaining for words.
Spock meanwhile, was engaged in an internal debate.
"Wish I knew what he was thinking" McCoy whispered to himself.
"Okey dokey!" A voice echoed through the memory. McCoy looked around but saw nothing. Then, as if by magic McCoy was able to hear Spock's every thought.
'If I continue to stand here I have a greater chance of doing something I will regret. However, it is illogical for me to continue working with suck a dangerous substance. Then again, if I am unable to continue without the Captain I will have hindered my usefulness and that would be disgraceful of a Vulcan. This is a most difficult matter'
Spock let out as sigh before turning to look at the pot and its horrid contents. Clearly weighing his options, McCoy watched as Spock decided to continue working with the melted chocolate. The science officer opened the instructions, read them, and then began taking out Matzo from the Festive Matzo packet.
McCoy watched intently as Spock began ferrying Matzo to the pot of chocolate; however before he had even dunked a single piece his eyes became enchanted with the rich brown chocolate swirling hypnotically in the pot.
"I suppose it would not be harmful to…try…some of this…chocolate. It would be illogical not to test it in case of contamination"
Spock then grabbed the wooden spoon and brought it up to his lips. His tongue darted out as he gave the spoon a quick lick. Instantly he broke out into a wide smile. Soon he was drinking chocolate right out of the pot.
"Good god" McCoy whispered to himself as the Vulcan continued to indulge himself.
"Wow *hic* that was very very *hic* tasty" Spock said swaying back and forth rhythmically, "Maybe I'll have just a *hic* lil more…it's logical that more is better"
With that the Vulcan began slurping chocolate again as the picture before McCoy's eyes began to fade.
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"Bones"
McCoy could feel someone shaking his shoulder.
"Bones!"
Was that Jim calling him?
"BONES!"
Yes definitely Jim.
"WHAT'S UP DOC!" Spock shouted, latching onto Kirk's alarmed tone.
"I'm up I'm up" McCoy replied gruffly as he attempted to rise himself from his position on the floor…not quite certain how he'd gotten there.
"What the hell just happened?! One second you and Spock were melded and the next you're on the floor and he's crying" Kirk said gesturing to a sobbing Spock curled up in the fetal position.
"Jim, I saw it"
"Saw what?"
"How it happened!"
"What happened?"
"Spock"
"Well Bones I'm sure you've heard about how babies are born…So Spock happened when his parents-"
Bones quickly reached out and knocked Kirk upside the head.
"No you maniac! I know what happened to the hobgoblin"
"You mean how he got drunk…and emotional"
"Yes"
"Well…care to share Bones"
"The how isn't important. What is important is how much"
"How much?"
"How much chocolate he ate. The entire pot-full"
"Is that bad?"
"Well…yes and no"
"Come again?"
"The good news is that by tomorrow morning Mr. Spock will be just fine, if not a little hung over, the bad news is that he'll be fine tomorrow..."
"How is that bad?"
"He won't be sober in time for the Seder which means it's your responsibility as the Captain to watch over him and make sure he doesn't blow his own head off with those chocolatza-phasers"
Kirk felt his eyes bulge as the words registered within his thoughts, "I have to what?! Oh no I did not sign up for this. You're the doctor, you watch him!"
"Jim you know I would…but I have to pick up my date"
"Your date?!"
"For the Seder"
"We need dates now?!"
"Is Captain Hooker-Kirk my date?" Spock said from his place on the floor, tears still running down his checks.
"NO!" Kirk yelled instantaneously.
Suddenly the pair was interrupted by the loudspeaker.
"Hello eweryone. This is Ensign Chekov. The Passower Seder vill begin in 15 minutes. All crev members planning to attend should meet in the mess hall in 15 minutes. Thank you all for your cooperation"
"Crap. We havn't finished desert yet" Kirk whispered to himself.
"hehe…Crap" Spock repeated, brightening.
"Well you two have a good time, I'll see you at the shindig" McCoy said, somehow already at the door.
"Wait Bones-"
"Bye"
With that the doctor left the Sickbay, dooming Kirk to the task of watching Spock and serving something very questionable for desert.
"Come on Spock. Let's go see what we can get for desert without being late"
Spock tilted his head, his large eyes staring up into Kirks, "Chocolate?" He replied innocently.
"Fuck NO!"
AN: Hope no one minded the cursing, enjoyed the dialogue and maybe laughed a little. This is really getting harder and harder to write. Thanks again for everyone's support and kind words. I'll try to be a bit more regular with updates. Again hope you enjoyed. Please review…It does my heart good…and the more reviews the more motivated I am to turn out faster update. Plus I answer questions like a magic 8 ball. That's fun. Anyways, please review, thank you and goodnight East Hampton!