Spock Out

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"Tickets have been distributed to all of you, each inscribed with a letter ranging from A to H. Due to the nature of this shore leave, it is necessary for the crew to be divided up into eight parties which will beam down to the planet's surface individually. Each party has been allocated a maximum of eight hours …"

Spock was in the midst of giving a ship wide announcement, facing the control panel and Kirk was incredibly bored, facing the turned back of his First Officer. Just because this planet was part of the Federation's pet conservation project, it meant that they had to spend three days (three days!!) in orbit so that each crew member could get the eight hour shore leave they were legally required to have per every month of active star ship duty … Kirk groaned internally, the next seventy-two hours would be hell.

"… and as such, it is expected that all materials taken down to the surface of the planet will be on your person when you return to the ship. The only exception is bodily fluids. However, this does not give you leave to …"

Kirk's eyes widened. Spock was really going to town with this announcement. His straight-laced, goody-two shoes Commander, not a hair out of place … thank god he didn't actually have to pay attention to this. He felt a brief stab of pity for his subordinates.

Not a hair out of place …

Suddenly, Kirk grinned, a wide and vicious grin that threatened to split his face. Had Spock looked back to see the smirk, even he, as a Vulcan, would have felt a faint stirring of foreboding. As it was, the First Officer was engrossed in his verbal delivery and his Vulcan ears picked up nothing as the Captain crept silently toward him.

When Kirk finally judged his prey to be within distance, he lunged spectacularly, aiming directly for Spock's head. The First Officer saw Kirk at the last minute, out of the corner of his eye, and spun wildly to face him, falling backwards as his Captain rammed bodily into him, hands furiously rubbing at his scalp.

The officers watching Spock's mandatory shore leave announcement were silent with shock as both Commander and Captain fell together off screen. A series of thuds transmitted over the speakers as Spock stood once again into view. He straightened his shirt almost haughtily, eyes glancing down at the Captain before retaking the screen.

"As I was saying, all personnel must submit to a medical …" he was cut off by Kirk's hysterical laughter as he rolled around on the floor. Spock's hair was on end, wispy strands curled towards the ceiling, tangled up in a bad impersonation of a fauxhawk. Spock caught his appearance in the video feedback, and his face flattened into a look of contempt. All officers aboard joined in with Kirk, breathless with laughter as the Vulcan stalked off screen, hands clasped over his head protectively.

"Spock out," Kirk howled appreciatively.