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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
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.

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The next day when Jim walked into the Officers mess he was once again greeted by the pleasant smell of food. He could really get used to this, great smelling food, meant great tasting food; well it did in his mind. Sighing happily he went to cross the room to his table from the night before, seeing Bones already there eating, with a happy Caleb seated beside him with an old fashioned colouring book.
"'Mornin' Captain." Scotty popped out of nowhere, surprising and halting Jim's progress across the room.
"God, Scotty. Where the hell did you come from? I thought you didn't normally eat breakfast." Jim was clutching his chest above his heart, which felt as though it was trying to pound its way out through his rib cage.
"Ah, you see I didn't wit' our old Chef. Bloody heath maniac. Fruit for breakfast every day? Who does that? No, but the new lass, she's a woman after me own heart. Proper English Breakfast, good old fashioned fry up, just like me Ma used to, ye' canne beet it. Am tellin' ye Jim, try the black pudding, ye won't be sorry. Just don't ask what it is." There was a twinkle in Scotty's eye that suggested that it was something disgusting.
"I'll do that Scotty, see you later."
"Aye Captain, if you've just got a sec. Who's the bonny wee lad with the Doctor? McCoy's not been keeping secrets from us all has he?"
Laughing Jim answered his chief engineer. "No Scotty. It's his nephew; our new chef is his mother and Bones's sister."
"Well I'll be damned."
Scotty's communicator beeped, and rolling his eyes Scotty answered. "What is it now?"
"We have a situation down here Sir."
"Alright, alright! I'm on my way, do not touch anything until I get down there! Scotty out."
"Problem Scotty? You look tense."
"I canne tell you Jim. Every year I keep getting new stock straight outa the Academy who canne tell the difference between a warp coil and a plasma conduit. It's like they're giving me cretins on purpose. I have a feeling that Admiral Archer has something to do with it. The man needs to let it go, the dog'll turn up eventually."
Laughing at Scotty's complaints Jim clapped the Scots man on the shoulder before telling him to hang in there. Before Scotty could answer his communicator went off again.
"I told you I was on my way!" Scotty yelled into the communicator, not even bothering to let the other person speak first, as he stalked his way down to the turbo lift.
As Jim sat down at, what he would now consider HIS table, he was still laughing at his chief engineer. Finding that man on Delta Vega was easily one of the best things he had ever done.
"Captain Kirk!" Caleb exclaimed happily as he realised Jim had joined them.
"Good Morning Caleb." Nodding in the Doctor's direction, "Bones"
"Jim." Bones had his attention focused on the PADD in his left hand as he continued to eat and didn't even look up to address his friend.
"Captain Kirk?" Caleb was tugging on the sleeve of Jim's uniform.
Turning to the boy, Jim was once again stuck by how little Vulcan like he was; for some reason Jim seriously doubted the Spock had ever been like this. But if he had it would have been something he would have liked to see.
"You know Caleb? How 'bout you just call me Jim like your uncle does?" Jim smiled as Caleb's face lit up. "All this 'Captain' business if to formal."
"'kay. When I grow up can I be a Captain of a Starship just like you?" The admiration Caleb had for Jim was present in his bright eyes.
"I can't answer that question Caleb. Why don't you ask your mom?" He was chuffed that Caleb clearly admired him, but he couldn't let the boy find out just how he had become the Captain of the Enterprise, not just yet. Maybe when he was older.
"She says I can be anything I want. I just have to work hard to do it, and I want my own ship one day." Caleb paused for a second, "And when I have time, I'm gonna be a musician."
That sparked Bones's interest as he managed to draw himself away from his PADD. "A musician? Has your momma taught you to play any instruments?" He was interested to see what his nephew could do.
When they were growing up both he and Elizabeth had music lessons from their Grandpa, and though Bones would never admit it, he was fairly skilled on the fiddle. Or at least he used to be, he hadn't played for years.
"Yea, she taught me to play the fiddle and the guitar."
"He's quite good Leo. Just like you actually." Elizabeth announced her presence at the table, before placing a plate down in front of Jim. Who didn't notice as he was too busy staring at Bones.
"You can play the violin? Since when?"
A faint blush was creeping up Bones's face as he tried to maintain his focus on the PADD that he had been holding throughout breakfast. "Since I was a kid. Now if you would excuse me, I have a patient waiting for me in sick bay." Keeping his head low he made his way across the room, his pace several times faster than it normally was. Bones was so focused on making an escape from the mess; he only noticed that he was within the path of someone else until it was almost too late.
"Excuse me Doctor McCoy." Spock spoke as he stepped out of the way of the charging Doctor just in time. Bones did not slow down, but Spock still heard the mumbled comment telling him to 'watch where the hell he was going.'
Raising an eyebrow at the comment, Spock continued on his way over to where the Captain was seated with Caleb and his mother stood close by. Surely it would be more effective for Doctor McCoy to walk focusing upon a forwards direction, and not the floor, Spock found himself pondering as he took the same seat he had occupied the night before.
"Good morning Mr Spock." Elizabeth greeted him, before placing a bowl in front of him.
"Thank you. May I inquire as to where Dr McCoy was going?"
"Don't mind Leonard. He never could take it well if he was embarrassed when we were kids. I guess he hasn't changed all that much, he'll be fine though, I'll make it up to him later." Glancing around the room she noticed that more officers were coming in for breakfast. Exhaling loudly, and without really noticing, Elizabeth rested her hand on Spock shoulder.
"I hope you two can manage without me for a while, I'm going to be kept rather busy this morning. Caleb, make sure you behave for Mr Spock and the Captain."
"Sure Momma." Caleb wasn't really paying attention; he was re-engrossed with his colouring book.
Before she walked over to the next table she gave Spock's shoulder a slight squeeze.
Elizabeth may not have noticed her actions, but they did not go unnoticed. At first Spock tensed slightly, he did not really like people touching him, not since he and Nyota had chosen to part ways. But it did not take long for him to relax under her touch; she seemed to radiate peace and tranquillity.
Jim also noticed the touching. He sat there staring at the two of them, neither noticing. Contrary to popular belief, James Kirk was rather observant, at times he simply just chose not to comment on what he saw, but would store the information for use at a later date. Or, as in the case of the two adults in front of him, he would use his knowledge to force them together. It was bound to happen anyway, Spock was interested in her, and Jim could now tell that she was interested in him.
The problem was neither of them realised it yet. Yes, Jim had a fair amount of work cut out for him where Spock and Elizabeth were involved. His biggest problem would be avoiding Bones. If Bones found out what he was planning to do he would probably force a hypospray of something into Jim's neck again. Ever since the incident with Nero had taken place, Jim never felt completely at ease around Bones when the Doctor had a hypospray in his hand. This time however, instead of his hands swelling and getting numb tongue, Bones would do something that would probably blind him and make his balls shrivel and drop off.
Jim shuddered and winced merely at the thought. His involuntary movement went unnoticed.
Coming back to the present, Jim noticed that once again, Spock got something different to him and everyone else in the room. Not that Jim was complaining, his Full English was suiting him just fine, and whatever Spock had did not look overly appetising.
"Spock, what in God's name are you eating?"
Looking up from his meal Spock stared at Jim for just a few seconds; recently Jim had come to realise this was the look Spock gave him when the Vulcan thought he had asked a stupid question. "Essentially, it's a Vulcan form of porridge."
Going back to his breakfast, Spock paused as Jim commented again. "Well whatever it is. It looks disgusting. Wouldn't you rather have what everyone else is having? I don't know what it is but this stuff here is awesome." Jim motioned over to the black disks of what appeared to be meat to the side of his plate.
"If you were to look back along the years we have served together, you may recall that you have never seen me eat meat. The majority of what you are eating is meat. As for my meal, it is highly nutritious, and it is something I have not had for a considerable amount of time. Taste generally is not a factor."
"But it is this time?"
"I have no comment on that matter."
Jim smirked, knowing exactly what was on the Vulcan's mind. Spock may be more intelligent than everyone on board the ship, but Jim could still read him like a book. Taking a bit of the black meat disk thing, he continued to eat, the smirk still prominent on his face.
"Jim?"
Caleb was asking for his attention again, Jim nodded for the boy to continue whilst he ate.
"That's black pudding."
‘Ah, the stuff Scotty was on about,’ Jim thought to himself, Scotty was right this stuff was pretty good. He nodded again to show Caleb he had acknowledged what was said.
"Yea, my Momma makes it herself, and yesterday I helped her. It's made outta pork, onion, bread crumbs and something she called conjellied blood. But I don't think it's real blood, not if it has jelly in it, that would just be silly."

Upon hearing the bit about the congealed blood Jim paled, and slowly swallowed the food he was chewing. Scotty was right, he didn't want to know what was in that stuff, and now he felt a little bit sick.
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