Not Mine, Never Mine, Usual Disclaimers.

Spock entered his quarters and had to admit, the noises coming from the bathroom were akin to that of a dog howling. As soon as he opened the bathroom door however, the sound ceased immediately. Spock took a look around the bathroom, spotting his captain immediately, curled up in the blanket, half-pricked ears laid back, looking away in... shame. The bathroom itself was a mess, with objects and water strewn about the floor, and Spock didn't even want to know what that smell was coming from the shower.

'Captain,' Spock called.

The puppy sat up, but still seemed reluctant to come towards him, like the pup thought that he was in trouble.

'It's not your fault, it's mine, come here,' Spock tried again, crouching down.

The puppy picked himself up and slowly wandered towards him, tripping over his own feet as he did so. Spock led the pup back out into his quarters, realising that if he wanted the captain to survive, then he was going to have to do a better job of looking after him. Heading over to the bench, Spock replicated a solid bowl full of water, and a secondary bowl filled with cooked chicken. As a rule, Vulcans didn't consume meat, but dogs did and he was uncertain the effects of raw meat would have on Kirk. Besides, chicken was the least offensive to his sensitive nose.

He felt pressure on his leg and looked down to see the puppy on his hind legs, front paws resting on his thigh, tail wagging slightly, an almost begging look on his face. Spock placed the bowl of water on the floor and the pup sniffed it before sitting down, looking at the bowl in his hands and then down at the floor. Spock took the hint and placed the other bowl on the floor and watched as the pup clumsily started to wolf down the chicken. Nyota chose that exact moment to burst in.

'Spock do you have any idea how many people have been talking about a dog howling in your quarters!?' she screamed at him.

'The problem has been solved Nyota,' he replied calmly.

'What problem, where did you leave him?'

'In the bathroom.'

Nyota stormed off to take a look; it wasn't long before she was back.

'Spock, you are lucky he was able to drink out of the toilet, I'm pretty sure he would have dehydrated, if he hadn't.'

The puppy abandoned his food and butted his head against Nyota's leg, as if to say, "I'm here, I'm fine."

'Spock what happened,' she asked softly, attempting to stroke the pup, only to have him pull away.

'I washed him as you suggested, then I was commed and I got distracted.'

'In other words you forgot about him! You come up with this insane theory about how Kirk is now a dog and then you forget? What is wrong with you?!'

The puppy began to whine.

A/N: I was in a mood, so I wrote this.