Happy Birthday! Part One
"Today is April the Twentieth, 2260" Serek announced as he walked onto the bridge that morning. There was a moment of silence between the crew members. Kirk gave his a questioning look, Sulu turned around waiting for something with a look of worry on his face. Chekov swung on his chair as he gazed at everyone's reactions, while Spock gave a quick glance towards the younger Vulcan before returning to his duties.
"It is my birthday" he said, and in that instant he was embraced by the bridge members (well, mostly the female ones) and received pats on the back too (this was more from the male crew). "Why did you not tell us!" Chekov questioned, excitable as usual.
"There seemed no logical reason to inform you ahead of the day" he answered. "We could've bought you presents..." McCoy pointed out, handing medical charts to Kirk with a frown.
"There's no reason for such a thing. I have everything I could logically need" Serek reasoned, seemingly confused. Spock however, let him in on the social grace, "It's an earth tradition... They give gifts during one's birthday".
"I fail to see what is so significant about aging a year further" Serek pointed out, a tint of misplaced offense in his voice. A nod from Spock told him to calm himself, because he needed to respect the human crew members views... However stupid they may be...
Kirk leapt up from his seat, "Hey, we need to set you up a party then! How old are you then, pointy number two?"
Serek frowned, "I have reached the age of twenty at 2:39 this morning"
"Twenty!" cries went up around the bridge. Apparently this was even more of a reason to celebrate.
Kirk spoke again, "Commander Serek, you're relieved of duty for today!" he grinned.
And with a slight frown, Serek returned to his quarters.