Adult-FanFiction.org : Movies

The Way to Man's Heart is Through his Stomach	By : Clarissa_Eden Category: S through Z > Star Trek (2009) > Star Trek (2009) Views: 3301 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek, or any of the characters belonging to the franchise. I do not make money from writing this, it's just for fun.

Chapter List
- 9
- 10
- 11
As the day progressed, life on board the Enterprise became more stressful and hectic. They were due to leave space dock at 1300 hours, meaning that for the duration of the morning; most of the crew were scrambling around like headless chickens trying to make sure that everything was ready to go for launch. At was only after they had finally made way, the paperwork started to flow.
It was on account of the epic amounts of paperwork that had kept Spock hidden away in his office for most of the day. When he wasn't going over duty rosters or checking reports, he was on the bridge overseeing the science station. So, despite the fact that it was after 2130, Spock had yet to enter the mess hall since breakfast.
He had, however, to his surprise, discovered that a meal had been left waiting for him in his office at 1330 when he retreated back there. It had never been uncommon for him not to bother with a mid-day meal; he would often forego it and simply eat earlier in the evening when he was no longer on duty. However, days like this one prevented him from even thinking about getting to the mess hall before 2000 hours. So he was extremely thankful for the consideration Elizabeth had paid him.
So, upon walking into the Officer's mess at close to 2200 hours, Spock was unsurprised to see it completely devoid of life. He could hear Elizabeth in the galley; she seemed to be humming to herself. Although he could not be completely sure, Spock was fairly certain that he was amongst the few officers that had yet to eat at that time. Approaching the galley, he attentively pushed the swinging door open. Glancing around the room, Spock's eyes were instantly drawn to the figure of Elizabeth; she was dancing around the most disorganised kitchen he had ever seen to the tune she was humming. He did not see the need to interrupt her, she was occupied with what she was doing and his need was not great. In addition to that, he found her rather captivating to watch.
Elizabeth was fully aware that Spock was standing in the doorway, she had heard him come in, even though it was clear he was trying to be quiet so he didn't disturb her. She wanted to see how long it would take him before he became impatient waiting for her to give him her attention. She knew that she was fond of the half Vulcan Commander; she wasn't going to lie to herself. He was another one of the reasons why she chose to work on this ship amongst all of the others that Starfleet had given her choice over.
She wanted to get to know the famed Commander Spock, the only Vulcan in Starfleet; she wanted to learn what she could expect from Caleb as he grew up. She knew a large amount about the Vulcan race, but they always kept certain parts of their lives private, Elizabeth had no idea what Caleb was going to be like when he hit puberty. She needed to know what to expect, and who better to learn that from other than the only other half human, half Vulcan in existence. She would rather learn from Spock, she had no desire to seek help from the Vulcan people in general; she didn't trust them as a race. But there was something about Spock that made her feel safe.
'Perhaps it's his eyes, he has human eyes.' She wondered to herself.
It was quickly becoming clear that her refusing to acknowledge Spock was turning into a battle of wits, one she wasn't going to win, not this time. She caved.
"Mr Spock! What can I do you for?" She may have caved, but she refused to turn around to look at him.
Spock was surprised by her acknowledgement of him. He had not known she had been aware of his presence. Straightening his uniform shirt self-consciously, he stepped forwards into the room.
"I would have thought my presence here was obvious, Miss Elizabeth, this being a ship's galley."
Elizabeth smiled; she recognised Vulcan humour when she heard it. Just because the Vulcan's didn't register it as humour, did not take away the fact it could be interpreted as such.
"Oh, you want to help me prepare tomorrow's breakfast?" She asked feigning surprise. "Well that's great! Grab a knife out of the top draw on the left and get started."
To anyone else it would have been obvious she was pulling his leg, but she knew that he would take her literally. Turning towards the Vulcan, she couldn't suppress the grin forming on her face as she saw the look of pure confusion in his eyes. His face didn't convey what he was feeling, but his eyes defiantly did.
"I'm joking Spock. Mind if I join you? I haven't eaten yet either."
Nodding his compliance, Spock watched her as she crossed the room to retrieve something from one of the ovens. She walked past him and was out the door before he could see what she had made. Following her example, he passed back into the mess, and seeing her seated at a table, joined her.
Glancing down at the meal that had been laid out for him, he noticed that it was a dish that had been prepared with him in mind. Though it was by no means Vulcan, it was most defiantly vegetarian.
"It would appear you were expecting me Miss Elizabeth."
"Of course I was. I know exactly who has eaten and who hasn't. That's part of my job here on the Enterprise, to make sure that every single officer under my culinary care gets what they need. Those people who think they can get away with not eating properly, and skipping meals, will find something waiting for them in their quarters or in their offices. As I'm sure you've found out."
She was hinting to earlier that day. "I would like to thank you for that. I do not normally fall into a strategic routine for several days after the departure from space dock; it is unusual for me to eat before now."
Elizabeth nodded in understanding. She found it interesting that he was admitting this to her. With every other Vulcan she had ever come into contact with, getting them to admit to not being able to adjust quickly into a routine would be more difficult than getting blood out of a stone. They were a people that thrived on routine and ceremony.
"You know, I find it fascinating how integrated everyone is on board with each other. Like, earlier, for example, I was in sick bay to make it up to Leo for this morning. And seeing how he worked with his staff was surprising, Leo had never been the most sociable of all people, but the way he worked with that one nurse, Christine, they didn't ever need to speak to each other, she gave him what he needed, not a single word uttered."
"Yes, Dr McCoy and Nurse Chapel have been working together since our maiden voyage; their lack of need for verbal communication is rather impressive." Spock agreed. He normally found meal time conversation difficult. He had learned may things in his life time, but how to be sufficient at 'small talk' was not something he had mastered yet. However, with Elizabeth, it seemed to come with relative amount of ease.
"I know right?" She paused to finish swallowing what was in her mouth. "I wonder how Leonard’s getting on. I left Caleb with him; they both need to get to know each other."
They continued the rest of the meal in silence. It was a comfortable silence though. Usually Elizabeth hated silence, and took every opportunity to fill it with some form of sound, so she normally sang to herself or hummed.
As they were finishing, Elizabeth heard her communicator sound off. She knew it would be Leonard, he would be struggling with Caleb, she just knew it.
"Hello."
"Okay, one that is not the way to answer a communicator. And two, you better get your ass down here and get the sprog, he's annoying me." Elizabeth could hear the tension in her brother's voice.
"Good evening to you too Leonard."
"Pah, it's not evening. Evening was over a long time ago, it is clearly night time. Shouldn't you be putting Caleb to bed about now? 'Cause I think you should come and get him."
"Okay, it is not clearly any time of day. We're in the vastness of space; technically it's always night time here. And why don't you put him to bed?"
"I'm a Doctor damn it, not a baby sitter. And I've tried, so now it's your turn. So come and get him before I give him a sedative." The threat in Leonard's voice was clear; he seriously would do it if she didn't do anything.
In an instant the joking, smiling Elizabeth was gone. The anger building up in her nearly exploded, but she kept her composure. "Leonard H. McCoy, you dare put anything in my boy, and it'll be the last thing you ever do." Her tone was deadly; her maternal instinct had kicked into overdrive.
"Fine I won't sedate him. But I'm bringing him to you, the kid doesn't sleep." Bones backed down as his voice cracked slightly, knowing that his sister would be beyond pissed with him if he tried anything, no matter how tempting it was. The consequences would most defiantly not outweigh the benefits.
"Of course he's not sleeping you idiot. Just because the ships chronometer says it's late, doesn't mean his body clock has adjusted yet." She snarled at her brother. "Just bring him to the officer's mess. I'm telling you Leonard, if one hair is out of place." She left the threat hanging over his head like the Sword of Damocles.
Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she looked towards Spock, a small and bashful smile tugged at her lips. "Sorry about that. My brother is a real moron sometimes."
"I believe your reaction would be considered normal Elizabeth. My own mother reacted like that sometimes when I was a child; she called it her mother's prerogative."
Elizabeth noticed that he had missed out the Miss, before using her name. For some reason, it made her heart flutter in her chest, progress had been made. They sat in silence once more for a little while. The silence was disrupted by Caleb coming into the room and immediately running over to his mother, a grin plastered on his face. He flung his arms around her waist, causing her to laugh.
"Hiya Momma."
"Hey there baby." Pushing the hair back from his face, she asked, "Did you have fun with Uncle Leo?"
At that moment 'Uncle Leo' made an appearance in the door way. To say the least, he looked less than fine. Hell, he looked dreadful, completely worn out. He had bags under his eyes, his hair was a mess and his uniform was wrinkled to within an inch of its life. It took everything Elizabeth had not to burst out laughing at him.
Noticing the look on his sister's face, Bones was not amused, his eye started to twitch involuntarily. "There! I have delivered the sprog, unharmed. I'm going to bed. Do not disturb me. You will regret it."
And with that Bones took his leave, murmuring something about spending seven years at medical school, and being reduced to babysitting. He didn't even notice that Elizabeth and Spock had been alone together and sharing a meal.
Caleb was worked up, and regardless of what she had told her brother, Elizabeth needed to get him to sleep, and the sooner he was out like a light, the better. There was only one way to ensure he would sleep.
"Right then Caleb. Why don't you tell Mr Spock all about what you did with Uncle Leo, and I'll go and make you a hot chocolate? Kay?"

Without giving time for either half Vulcan to say anything in protest, she was on her feet and though the galley door.
- 9
- 10
- 11
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

The Way to Man's Heart is Through his Stomach