Title: Black and White
Author: Artemis - _ArtemisOK@aol.com_
Summary: An Enterprise
Disclaimer: Paramount/Viacom owns Star
Trek. No infringement intended, no money being made.
Acknowledgment: Thanks to Janet for the
Author's Note: Written for Spiced Peaches IV. Not to be mistaken for
Super Bowl XL.
Archive: The Spock/McCoyote's Den
Black and White
Spock was in Dr. McCoy’s quarters
helping him to get dressed for the wedding.
Spock had finished first and looked very elegant in his black and white robes with embroidered coat of arms. He moved from wardrobe to assist Leonard who stood at the mirror messing with his lapels.
“Pah, I’ll never get this straight!”
Spock twitched the offending lapel into
place and kissed Leonard on the cheek. “You look marvelous, t'hy'la.” he said.
“I look like a damned fool.”
“Since we are dressed alike then
I must look like ‘a damned fool’ as well.”
“Naw, shug, you look fine.”
McCoy quickly embraced Spock before they left the privacy of his quarters.
On their way to the transporter room, Spock
briefed Leonard once more about proper wedding etiquette. “You will not
ask for seconds when the sacramental wine is presented.”
“No, of course not.” Leonard
turned to Spock. “I thought weddings were supposed to be joyous occasions?”
“The wedding is formal, the reception
will be joyous and if our fellow crewmembers are to be believed, even boisterous.”
“You can bet on that.” McCoy
“Please refrain from making inappropriate
facial expressions when the priest asks the ancestors to bless the marriage.”
Leonard pinned a “innocent”
look on his face. Spock gave him a look in return.
“Anything else, sir?” McCoy
asked, feeling like a kid going to his first formal wedding.
“One more thing. Do not make any
humorous comments during the prayers.” Spock warned.
“I’ll probably add a few silent
prayers of my own.” McCoy replied.
“As will I.” The corridor was
empty, so Spock took this chance to offer his fingers to Leonard. Bones extended
his hand to meet his soul mate’s and ran his fingers along the proffered digits.
He was amazed as always by the powerful sensations that this small gesture produced.
As they entered the transporter room they
saw that Commander Scott was dressed in the same black and white robes. He turned
awkwardly, as if the long skirts were tangling around his legs, impeding his movement.
“Hey, Scotty, looking good!”
“Och, I canna get used to wearing
this - this dress.” Scotty said in disgust.
“But, you wear a kilt, isn’t
that the same thing?”
“Nay, lad. A kilt is what a real man wears.” Scotty swatted at the flowing skirts. “Why, I canna even
reach my dirk, ye ken?”
Spock cut off McCoy, not trusting the gleam
in his eye. “Has Captain Kirk left yet?”
“Aye, he left with Lieutenant Sulu
and Ensign Chekov. I reckon he’ll keep them out of trouble until the wedding
“I have no doubt.” Spock lifted
an eyebrow inquiringly, “Miss Uhura did not wait for you?” .
Scotty smiled; “Nay, she said she
had a lot to do before the ceremony. “ He sighed happily, “Now these styles, suit her right down to the ground.”
“Which where we should be heading.”
Leonard interjected. He tripped going up the steps to the platform. Spock quickly
caught him before he fell. “Damn sandals! Whoever heard of wooden sandals?”
He grumped to hide his embarrassment.
“The Japanese, Doctor. This is after
all Mr. Sulu’s wedding to Miss Rand.”
“Of course.” The doctor said.
“Indeed.” replied the first
Commander Scott set the coordinates and
joined them on the platform. He pretended not to notice that Spock had
not let go of Dr. McCoy’s arm as they faded out.