NEW: Stardate 5423.5, TOS, K/Odona, humor, challenge, 1/1 [G]
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Author: Jungle Kitty
Part: 1/1
Codes: K/Odona
Rating: G
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Archive: ASC only
Summary: An alternate ending to "Mark of Gideon."
Acknowledgments: Thanks to Wildcat for the beta.
Disclaimer: The Star Trek characters and universe are the property
of Paramount and Viacom. This not-for-profit piece of fan fiction
is not intended to infringe upon that. The copyright applies only
to the author's original characters and creative content.
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STARDATE 5423.5
COPYRIGHT 2007 Jungle Kitty
The kiss was long.
Holding Odona in his arms, Kirk was glad to have her with him despite
his suspicion that she knew more than she had told him. It was
strange
how she'd appeared just as he was thinking he'd almost rather
encounter
an enemy than continue to search for his crew. He'd been just about
to
enter his cabin when she danced into the corridor. Her face rapt with
wonder, she'd almost seemed to float as she raised her arms and spun
around.
Together they'd tried to solve their mysteries--What had happened to
his crew? Where had she come from and how had she gotten aboard his
ship? Finding no answers, they'd finally stood together on the
bridge,
watching the stars glide by. It was a sight that he usually loved but
now its cool silence deepened his frustration.
"It's beautiful." Odona's voice startled him.
He turned her to him, intending to demand answers, willing to shake
her
until her teeth rattled if that's what it would take. But his
determination couldn't withstand the glow of her happiness, so
obviously genuine and more surprisingly, so obviously new to her.
He remembered her asking if he could make it last forever. He had
responded with a playful assessment of the ship's power and food
supplies but he realized now that she hadn't been flirting with him.
She truly hoped he had the power to grant her wish.
"Forever," she had sighed.
The kiss was very long.
As they entered the turbolift, she asked, "Where are we going?"
"My quarters. The room I was near when you showed up."
"Is it a large room?"
"Large enough," he murmured as he nuzzled her neck.
"What's the biggest room on the ship? That's where I want to go."
"Well, the hangar deck but it's not very comfortable--"
"Please." She pressed her cheek to his and repeated softly, "Please."
"The hangar deck it is."
***
As they approached the doors, he said, "I'm warning you. It's just a
big empty room."
"It sounds perfect."
The doors opened and--
"SURPRISE!"
The deck was packed with people. Spock, McCoy, Scotty, Uhura and
apparently most of the crew. A banner was hung from the
ceiling--"HAPPY
BIRTHDAY, CAPTAIN KIRK!"
As music began playing, McCoy pulled Kirk into the laughing crowd and
a
drink was pushed into his hand.
"Happy birthday, Jim."
"Bones, my birthday isn't..." He stopped to think. "Well, I'll be
damned. It *is* my birthday. How did I manage to lose track of that?"
"I believe Sulu and Chekov can take credit for that."
"Yes, Keptin," Chekov stepped forward proudly. "I kept changing
course
and Mr. Sulu kept slipping in and out of varp until the stardate vas
skipping around like a Russian jumping bean."
Kirk was about to point out that jumping beans were Mexican when
Scotty
clapped him on the back.
"Aye, those lads drove us in more circles than I would've thought
possible."
"And you had nothing to do with it?" Kirk asked.
"Well, I might've done a wee bit of tinkering with the ship's
chronometer, sir. But that was nothing compared to Mr. Spock's
contribution."
"Spock." Kirk turned to the first officer. "You were part of all
this?"
"Indeed, Captain. I trust you were sufficiently surprised."
"I told him that a surprise party is one of Earth's oldest
traditions,"
McCoy said as he gave Kirk a knowing look.
"I see. Yes, Mr. Spock, it was more than sufficient. But what was
your
contribution?"
"I coordinated the crew's movements to make it appear that the ship
was
empty. It was quite challenging. You did not search in a logical
manner, Captain."
"My apologies, Mr. Spock. But Bones." He drew the doctor aside. "Who
was the girl?"
"I think I'll let her introduce herself. Odona!"
She emerged from the crowd and snapped to attention in front of Kirk.
"Lieutenant Donna Odona, sir. Ship's interpretive dancer. I just came
aboard two weeks ago."
Kirk grinned. "At ease, Lieutenant. I have a question for you." He
reached for her hand but McCoy took his arm and led him to a table
where Uhura was lighting the candles on the birthday cake.
"Time to cut the cake!" McCoy said.
Kirk reached for the nearby knife but Uhura asked, "Captain, aren't
you
going to make a wish?"
He eyed the happy faces of his crew, muttered, "I wish I knew who
thought this whole thing up," and drew a deep breath.
After he'd blown out the candles and acknowledged the applause, he
scooped up a bit of stray icing and licked it off his fingertip.
"Mmmm,
delicious." Then he strode to the bulkhead and flipped the comm
switch.
"Attention, all hands! This is the captain. There will be no cake
until
the instigator of this deception confesses. That is all." He turned
off
the comm and waited out the groans. "Well?"
"It was me, sir." Uhura approached him with a guilty smile.
"Lieutenant," he said as he began pacing around her, "I applaud your
ingenuity
but don't you think you went a bit overboard? The empty ship, the
Gideons--are we even orbiting Gideon?"
He turned to Spock who said, "It was a most effective ruse."
"He means it worked," McCoy said. "You didn't know you were on
your way to a surprise party. Hell, you didn't even know it was your
birthday. And you're not an easy man to fool."
"Doctor, flattery will get you..." Kirk returned to the table. "...a
piece of
cake."
He cut off a large corner piece but as McCoy reached for it, Kirk
pulled it away, saying, "The first piece should go to the mastermind.
Lieutenant?"
He handed it Uhura.
"Thank you, Captain."
"I wouldn't have guessed you had it in you."
"It wasn't that difficult, sir. After all, there's really only one
way
to set up a surprise."
"And that is?"
"It has to seem like an ordinary day."
"An ordinary day," Kirk repeated slowly.
"Yes, sir. An ordinary day on the Enterprise."
Kirk burst out laughing. "Uhura, you take the cake!"
"Thank you, sir."
"I mean that literally. You take the cake." He handed her the knife.
"I
have a date with an interpretive dancer."
[END]
NOTE: This is a belated birthday gift for Kirk and Lene. It's also a
response to Nyotava's practical joke challenge.
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Thanks! IMO, the kiss was the best part of that episode. Tongue!
VISIBLE TONGUE! ;-)
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