So hi! This is the first fan fiction that I have ever written so it's going to be a one-shot story. To be honest the thought of writing a fan fiction had bounced around my head for quite some time but I did not have the guts to do so. Since I wrote it anyway…..enjoy!

Disclaimer: Star Trek does not belong to me *cries in a corner* ;u;

"Achoo!" A surprisingly squeaky sneeze echoed through the entire bridge, causing everyone to turn their wide-eyed stare at the source of the noise.

Spock sniffled as he took a glance at the shocked faces of the crew as he fought the illogical need to blush. The climate controls in the enterprise was badly damaged thanks to a stray shot during the last Klingon attack, plunging the star ship in almost sub-zero conditions. As Spock is used to the hot climate of Vulcan, he is the most affected despite the many layers of clothes he wore.

"I would request that you stop staring at me as if, quoting a Terran phrase, grown a third eye and get back to-…Achoo!" another high pitched sneeze interrupted his sentence, causing the whole bridge to erupt into laughter. This time, Spock gave in to embarrassment, 'emotions are illogical' a part of his mind whispered, and the normally stoic first officer flushed deep green.

"Mr Spock, regulations state that if you are feeling unwell, you are expected to report to the med bay and stay in your quarters to avoid spreading the sickness. I expect that you should know that?" Kirk reminded the half-Vulcan, trying hard to keep a poker face but failing miserably at it.

"Captain, need I remind you that Vulcans do not fall sick. Thus, it is illogical to assume that I am inflicted by some Terran disease." Spock's statement would have been effective if it had not been for the four squeaky sneezes that followed right after the words left his mouth, sending the whole bridge into another bout of laughter.

"Mr Spock, please have doctor McCoy to check on you at the med bay and take a day off for God's sake, that's an order." Kirk said in an exasperated tone, though it did not stop a huge smile from breaking out. At that, the disgruntled Vulcan stiffly stood up from his station and strode towards the turbo lift without a word of protest.

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At the same night, after Kirk finally retreated back to his quarters, he immediately changed out of his Starfleet uniform and got into bed, cuddling a rather miserable half-Vulcan. "Vulcans may not be able to fall sick but you are a half-Vulcan Spocky - pu~" Kirk teased softly before burying his nose in the soft skin of his lover's neck, inhaling the spicy scent of his secret lover. "Your sneeze is so damn cute…" Kirk mumbled sleepily into Spock's neck, much to the half-Vulcan's annoyance. "That will be illogical as-…" Spock's sentence was interrupted again by his squeaky sneezes, sending Kirk into peals of laughter, much to his chagrin. "Yeah right." Kirk chuckled.

So the story turned out shorter than expected but whatever :P review please :3