Spock stood listening to a discussion over the best way to eat shellfish that was occurring between the chief medical officer; Dr. McCoy and the communications officer; Uhura. To someone who spent his life suppressing his emotions, watching them play so freely was nothing less then fascinating. The captain was late arriving; a fact that was less than surprising as the James. T. Kirk he knew had a somewhat unorthodox way of doing things.<br/><br/>When the lift opened and his friend stepped out, Spock was struck once again with the attraction he didn’t want and for a brief moment it flared in his eyes before he managed to control it. It was getting harder to do; the want and need were there always. The temptation to just give in ever present made more difficult to ignore by the fact Spock was very aware the attraction was mutual. However, such a union was pointless as it was an act meant for the purpose of reproduction and despite the advances in technology, males still could not conceive.<br/><br/>“Captain on deck!” he called out, stepping forward to get Kirk with his hands clasped behind his back. At the question asked, he raised an eyebrow and couldn’t resist saying. “Sir, our mission is to travel where none have gone before, deep into the uncharted territories of space where we are to search for the meaning as to why you are testing us on a mission to which the briefing has fallen to you, sir.”<br/><br/>The crew stared at him in shock for a moment; not realizing that they were witness to one of the rare occasions in which Spock let his human ancestry surface enough to tease. McCoy was quick to catch on as was Uhura; both whom had experience with Vulcan so recognized the odd statement for what it was. The others continued to stare in puzzlement, trying to figure out why the doctor was laughing into his hand and wondering what the Captain's reaction would be.<br/>