49.) Breakfast*
Finding Kirk and McCoy eating breakfast at his table, Chris barely kept himself from groaning. He had half hoped that last night had only been a dream. At least he had breakfast and a steaming mug of coffee waiting for him. All he was missing were the pain killers for the headache he was sure to have.
Savoring the homemade breakfast, Chris steadfastly ignored the two cadets sitting across from him wearing non-regulation leather clothes. He would rather ponder how the two had managed to make breakfast while handcuffed together then think about what they had done to end up in those clothes. He still needed at least another three cups of coffee before he would even start contemplating that thought.
Helping himself to another serving of everything, Chris settled on a punishment for the two. Aside from a short lecture, he would have the two cook him breakfast every weekend for the next six months. The food would be worth the headache, hopefully.
Written: 7-24-2011
Word Count: 164