|Summary: Spock receives an extremely odd visitor.
Spock surveyed the human woman who sat across the desk
from him. She had arrived only fifteen minutes ago,
begging to be let in and granted an interview. Spock
had pitied her a little, such a flighty and rushed
creature she seemed to be, that he had allowed her to
enter. Now he was just hoping she would ask her
questions quickly and be gone, because, of the many
humans he had encountered throughout his career, she
was one of the oddest. Her name, she had immediately
informed him in an accent that placed her origins as
being in the southern United States of America on
Earth, was Bunny. He didn't understand why anyone
should wish to name their offspring after a slang term
for a Terran herbivore, but did not say so, being the
epitome of tact.
The Odd Guest
K/S by BUNNY!; Rated PG
tougakiryuugroupie @ yahoo.com
Author's note: No beta. A graduation gift for
Farfalla. The general plot was gacked from my dear and
lovely friend, Lorie (who doesn't even know I gacked
it). Written quickly, so I'm making no promises of
Her eyes had a wild, glazed look that made him wonder
if she were ill. She also had an unfortunate
inclination to salivate in his presence.
"I must confess, I do not understand why you wish to
record my activities for one day. There are many other
officers aboard who would oblige your request."
Silently he wished that she would decide to ask
someone else. She was exhausting to watch, always
moving and talking at rapid speeds.
"It has to be you! I couldn't get a hold of Captain
Kirk. See, there's this story that I'm writing as a
graduation gift for Farfalla. She's just gotten two
degrees from an excellent university."
"An admirable accomplishment. What does she do that I
would be of interest to her?"
"She runs an online archive, the AAK/SA," Bunny said,
looking more than slightly nervous. Perhaps she always
"What is this archive for?" Spock asked, watching her.
He (most illogically) half-expected her to go bounding
across the room, straight through the bulkhead.
"Ummm... it's... well, it promotes tolerance!" She mumbled
so quickly that he nearly didn't understand her. Her
eyes looked at everything in his quarters, with the
exception of the Vulcan himself. She really didn't
want to go into any more detail than that; she didn't
know how he'd take it. "You're all for that, right?"
"Yes, of course. IDIC is always a worthy ideal to
share," Spock said patiently. More patient than
Buddha, that was Spock.
"Great! So you'll do it, then?" She babbled on
hurriedly, without pausing to hear his reply.
"Farfalla's gonna love this! So what are you planning
on doing today?"
"I shall spend the next eight hours studying soil
samples from our most recent away team expedition and
examining new star charts. At the end of my shift, I
will have dinner in the officer's mess hall, and then
retire to my quarters to read a new science journal
from the Starfleet Science Academy." She stared at
him, eyes unblinking and salivating more than usual.
Boredom has that effect.
"What?" She sputtered after a moment's recovery.
"You're not going to play chess with Captain Kirk? Eat
dinner with him? Have him put Scotty in charge so the
two of you can spend the day locked in here, making
Spock looked at her, raising an incredulous eyebrow.
"Your questions are intrusive and illogical in the
extreme. You obviously know very little of Vulcan
culture and Starfleet regulations. The Captain and I
play chess only on Tuesdays, and today is Wednesday.
Neither of us receives leave until our next stop at a
starbase. Commander Scott is the chief engineer, and
as such, he spends the majority of his shift in the
engine room. Lastly, Starfleet regulations prohibit
fraternization between officers of differing ranks,
especially between the captain and first officer." He
seemed... well, as irritated as a Vulcan can be under
"So there's nothing going on with you and Captain
Kirk?" Bunny asked, with a deep sigh of
"No. I have, of course, the highest regard for the
captain and his command abilities."
"But nothing else? There's not a single bit of truth
in the rumor that you and Captain Kirk are an item?"
"No. You may wish to speak with someone else. Perhaps
Lieutenant Uhura would be willing to grant your
"Hmmm... " She tapped a finger thoughtfully on her lips.
The sight was most unsettling. "Well, I was wondering
about that thing between her and Scotty... " She was up
and out the door, still talking to herself. Spock
locked the door behind her with great haste, an
emotional display he would forgive himself due to the
circumstances. He had no desire to meet up with her
Jim stuck his head out of the bathroom, looking
"Is she gone?"
"Yes, Captain. She will not return." Spock sympathized
with the relief in Jim's expression, and felt a pang
of compassion for Nyota. He would apologize later for
pushing that Bunny-creature in her direction.
"I presume that our unwelcome visitor is what you
humans call 'paparazzi'?"
"Yup," Jim said, a towel about his waist, vigorously
drying his damp hair. "You've got to give her some
credit, though. She got closer to finding us out for
sure than any of the others."
"You are correct. However, I prefer to keep my
personal life private. Starfleet Command would not at
all approve of the situation if they knew."
"Spock, I'm willing to bet the entire galaxy knows.
The whole fleet does, I'm certain. We're among the
Command's worst kept secrets."
"Indeed." The prospect was not pleasing. Still,
looking at the man's well-muscled form, and that
bright gleam of humor in his eyes, Spock knew he
loved Jim no less. Even though their noteriety could,
upon occasion, put a strain on their relationship.
"Hey, Spock, what do you say we give Scotty command
for the day and do a little scientific exploration of
our own?" Jim had a wicked grin and a seductive light
in his eyes. He kissed the tip of one ear for
Spock stepped back and looked at him. The corners of
his mouth curved ever so-slightly in what was, for
him, a smile.
"An appealing suggestion, Captain."