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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
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"Damn it!" Elizabeth cursed to herself quietly, as she looked down at the disaster in her hands. She had spent hours trying to perfect her newest recipe. And she still couldn't get it right. It was Leonard's birthday in eight days, and she wanted to reinvigorate one of their Grandmother's old recipes.
Every single one of her attempts at creating a sample cake had been a universal cock-up. This one wasn't as bad as the first had been, she shuddered at the thought of that attempt; it had been really ugly in the galley for a moment. Elizabeth was so focused on her attempts at creating perfection; she had neglected to clean up after herself as she worked around the galley. It looked like a Photon torpedo had gone off in there, flour an almost every available surface, icing sugar hung in the air like mist on an English Moore on an early winter morning, egg shells littered the area on the floor around the bin, and the pile of failed attempts was forever increasing. She had been working on her creation for hours, and had lost track of time.
For the first time in weeks, when Spock arrived in the Officers mess that evening, Elizabeth was not sitting waiting at the usual table. Knowing that he was not late, as he never was. He assumed that she must still be in the galley, and had lost track of time, which he had learned she was prone to doing, of her own admission.
So in an action similar to the one he took on that first night when he and Elizabeth had dinned alone, he attentively passed through the doorway to the galley. The scene that met him was horrifying to him. He was a neat man, and any form of disorder bothered him more than he would ever admit in public. But this was disorder on a whole new level. Spock honestly couldn't find a clear surface. Even the containers on the counter tops had a light coating of some white powder.
He inadvertently drew Elizabeth's attention to him when he was forced to clear his throat; the icing sugar in the air, which tasted sweet, irritated the back of his throat.
When Elizabeth heard someone cough behind her she jumped out of her skin. She rounded the person, armed with a spatula, and was prepared to strike, or throw any kitchen implement she could in their general direction. When she realised it was only Spock, she let out a thankful sigh and relaxed completely.
"Oh my God. Spock. You scared me half to death just then." She gasped as she leaned back against the counter, and tossed the spatula into the sink of water she had had every intention of using, but had yet to get round to it.
"I very much doubt that I scared you half to death." Spock countered her, whilst raising his eyebrow at her. He was still taking in her overall appearance. He had noted the galley, but had missed her in his first assessment of the room. She was filthy. She had flour streaked on her cheek and across her forehead, splashes of egg littered the front of her apron and she had a purple goo like substance on the end of her nose. To top it all off she was sweaty and clearly flustered about something, although that could have been his impromptu appearance. Part of Spock was shocked to see her in such as state, but a far bigger part of him thought she looked adorable. He was even tempted to go over to her and wipe the purple substance off of the end of her nose.
"Don't get all literal on me Mr Picky." She retorted, it was amazing to her how quickly her and Spock had fallen into having such easy dialogues. When in private, they openly teased each other.
Glancing around the room with a critical eye, Spock then returned his attention to her. "To whom are you speaking Elizabeth? I was not aware that anyone on board went by the name of 'Mr Picky'. I do believe there is an Ensign in Engineering that is called Pickney, but I cannot be sure."
Although his face didn't show it, his eyes did, he was grinning at her, she could tell. Laughing at his fact based joke, Elizabeth turned towards the oven where she kept their evening meal hot. "Sorry, I wasn't waiting at the table. I've been a little bit distracted since dinner service ended."
Taking his usual seat next to her at the table. Spock shook his head. "There is nothing to apologise for Elizabeth."
"Yes there is, I've set a president over the past few weeks, and I intend to live up to it. My old fashioned southern hospitality was something I was raised with, I will maintain it to a high standard."
"Again, there is nothing to concern yourself regarding the matter. You were busy; you got distracted, it happens to most humans no matter where they come from or how they were raised." Spock commented before savouring the meal she had prepared for that night. It was another twist of hers on the food of his youth.
"Oh, and it doesn't happen to Vulcans?"
To anyone else she would have sounded slightly abrasive. However, Spock's Vulcan heritage was often subjected to their joking manor. Again, raising his eyebrow her replied, "Of course not. Vulcan's are superior in the methods of timekeeping to Human's. They are never late."
Knowing she had lost the playful argument, Elizabeth just laughed, before they fell into the usual comfortable silence that took place during their meals together.

Upon the completion of their meal, Elizabeth took their plates through to the galley, and then came back with a pot of Vulcan green tea and two tea cups. After she had poured the tea, Spock decided to finally inform her of the purple substance on the end of her nose.
"Elizabeth, I regret to inform you, but you appear to have the remains of an elderberry jam on the tip of your nose."
Immediately reaching up to her face, Elizabeth felt the sticky substance on the end of her nose, and instantly flushed pink with embarrassment. That jerk had let her sit through a whole meal with that on her face! Quickly wiping it off with her thumb, she disposed of the offending jam on the tea towel that was tucked into the belt loop of her jeans.
"How did you know it was elderberries?" For some reason that was the first thing she wanted to know. How in the hell had he known that? Of all of the purplish fruits in the universe how did his immediately pick out elderberries?
"You smell like elderberries, the connection between the scent and the colour of the jam suggested that it was an elderberry jam. It was a logical conclusion." There he went resorting to logic again. She would never know how tempting it had been throughout their meal for him to have just reached over and swiped the stuff off of her face. He would then have licked it of his own thumb, and would have savoured the taste of it with pleasure.
"Yea, well so does your father." Stated with utmost seriousness.
"Excuse me?"
Maintaining her serious facade she repeated, "Your father smells of Elderberries."
Spock was frowning. He was confused and was showing it clearly. When had Elizabeth met his father? When she was on Vulcan? Better yet why had she smelled him? It made no sense. The look of absolute bewilderment on his face caused Elizabeth's revere to break and she burst into peels of laughter.
Gasping to catch her breath, Elizabeth explained. "Oh come on, you've been friends with Jim for how long and he hasn't made you watch Monty Python and The Holy Grail yet? I swear that man is obsessed with 20th century pop culture. Did he ever tell you about the time that he drove his step father's antique 65' Chevy Corvette over the edge of a cliff? He only made it out alive by the skin of his teeth, but it would have been worth it to drive a legendary machine like that. Not only that, he did it blasting out the Beastie Boys."
Spock was fully aware of the preference that the Captain had for the pop culture from the 20th century. On their second assignment, as a way for the officers to 'bond' better, Jim had hosted a number of evenings where they would 'hang out'. One of the evenings consisted of watching a number of old television shows, many of which had a distinct comedic stance; he had been forced to endure over three hours of something called Blackadder and Monty Python's Flying Circus. Where Spock appreciated the cerebral play on words that the shows utilised to entertain their audience, he would have rather been in his quarters reading a book or something else to that effect.
"No, I have managed to avoid the Captain and his preference for this Monty Python; it is not generally to my tastes. And yes, I am fully aware of the Captain's previous interactions with the police. After he managed to cheat on the Kobayashi Maru test I programmed, I acquainted myself with his public record. It was highly enlightening; he was the most intelligent repeat offender in the mid west before Admiral Pike convinced him to join Starfleet."
Elizabeth looked slightly impressed, with what Spock wasn't completely sure. "And I'm allowing my son, my highly influential son, to spend copious amounts of time with this guy. Wow, I must be a bad parent."
Spock could not tell if her final statement should be taken with absolute seriousness. Although in the past few weeks he had improved in his ability to read into the sarcastic remarks made by Elizabeth, he still had some difficulty at times.
"No Elizabeth. Caleb is lucky to have you as his mother; you always have his best intentions in mind." It was then Spock did something that neither of them expected, he leaned over and rested his hand on her forearm. She was wearing a long sleeved shirt, to skin to skin contact was avoided, but the action of touching alone surprised them both.
Continuing his efforts to reassure her of her capability as a mother, "Additionally, I have come to know James Tiberius Kirk well over time. He is harmless, if not a little ambitious."
Spock's soft and kind words brought a gentle smile to her face. He knew just what to say sometimes, and for someone who most people seemed to overlook when it came to compassion, he was remarkably good at showing it. "I suppose, and I have you and Leonard to help me keep them both in line then?"
"I do not know about Dr McCoy, but I doubt he would wish to see harm come to his nephew. However, for Caleb's developments regarding his use of profanities, I would suggest he be kept away from you brother when he has been drinking alcohol."
Again Elizabeth was reduced to laughing at Spock's comment. He defiantly had his own brand of humour, and sometimes she thought that she was the only one who could see it. "You never told me, how did Caleb's lessons go today? He told me he was looking forward to them today. He mentioned something about you sharing a few stories from your own childhood."
Elizabeth pulled her arm out of his reach, and for a brief moment Spock was disappointed at the loss of contact, she was extremely warm under his touch. However, she moved to pull her sleeve over the end of her hand, covering it completely. She then placed her hand on top of his own, re-connecting them in a far more intimate way, whilst still avoiding skin to skin contact. Spock felt the corners of his mouth twitch upwards, in what would have been a contented smile.
"Yes, I informed him of the difficulties I had growing up as a child of two worlds on Vulcan. Other children seemed to find it amusing to sprout insults about my parents, calling my father a traitor and my mother a whore. I told him that I was proud of my human heritage, and that he should also be proud to say he has a mother who is human."
Elizabeth looked upset; her eyes brimmed with unshed tears at the thought of anyone being so cruel to a child about affairs they could not control.
"That must have been so hard for you." She stated as she gently moved her thumb over the back of his hand, still remaining in the confines of her sleeve.
"Yes it was, but I know understand that they were afraid of what I was. I was capable of far more than they were, and it bothered them a great deal. I had surpassed many of my peers in multiple fields, and completed my schooling at the forefront of my age group. Many of my teachers in my youth viewed my human side as a disadvantage; I saw it as anything but. I am still the only child of Vulcan to ever refuse entry into the Vulcan Science Academy. Their records remain untarnished by this however, as I am not fully Vulcan."
Throughout his little speech, Spock had kept his eyes averted from hers, but at the conclusion he peered up at her through his dark eyelashes and graced her for the first time with a proper smile.
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