Spirk Oneshots (Star Trek)

Enterprise 2.0

A/N When the squad decides to have a vacation with each other, they're forced to use a cheap mini van named The Enterprise 2.0 to get to their destination. (Because McCoy is one of those guys that go on and on about how "back in the good old days, we didn't have technology.")

These are their stories.

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"For the last fucking time, we aren't going to seaworld!"

"But the whaleesss," the seventeen year old Chekov whined from the middle seat, causing a groan from everyone else in the small mini van. With the exception of a Half-Vulcan in the passenger seat, who has had his headphones in for the past fifteen minutes.

Uhura, who was currently sitting beside Chekov, who was sitting by a quiet Sulu, said in a harsh whisper, "Will you guys quit it? Sulu's trying to sleep, along with Scotty but I doubt he's going to wake up. I'd also like to get some rest since it's four in the morning."

That silenced the argument between Chekov and McCoy, leaving only complaints for getting up so early since it was their shore leave, so they should sleep right? Apparently not. 

In the driver's seat, Jim let out a sigh, "Guys, I wanted us to go early so we could get there to actually see the waves. Besides," Jim's eyes went up to the rearveiw mirror to look at the passengers of The Enterprise 2.0, "Did I not warn you people we would be leaving earlier than usual?"

"Yeah," McCoy said from the backseat, sitting beside a passed out Scotty, "You said earlier. So, we all thought earlier as in maybe six or seven in the morning. Not god damn four, Jim!"

A groan came from beside Chekov, "Guys, if you're so upset about waking up early, then just sleep. Or at least let me sleep, please." Having said that, Sulu wiggled around to get in a more comfortable position, and tried to block out anymore conversations his friends would have.

There were quiet, "sorry's" thrown around the vehicle before silence over took it, occumpunied by a quiet snore coming from the now sleeping Sulu and Chekov, who's head was resting on the others shoulder.

Uhura turned toward the two, quietly taking out her phone to snap a picture, "Okay, that's pretty cute," she whispered.

The doctor looked at the two men from the backseat, also speaking in a whisper, "Yeah, I'm sure that would make Ben jealous, though. Seeing his boyfriends shoulder be used in such a way." McCoy chuckled to himself, imagining the outcome in his head.

"Oh, I'm sure he would know that they were just friends," Uhura said, putting her phone back in her pocket, "Besides, Chekov's straight, isn't he?"

Jim answered in the front, "Yeah, Chekov's straight. But I'm not too sure if that will help with Ben's suspicions. Lots of people's sexuality can change if you meet the right person."

McCoy rolled his eyes from his seat. Smirking, he said, "Jim, we already know you're gay for Spock. No need to remind us."

There was movement in the front as Jim took of one of his shoes with a deadpanned expression, quite impressively throwing it behind him, making sure to hit McCoy in the face as he used the rear view mirror for aim. Once the shoe fulfilled it's destiny, Jim moved his eyes back to the street in front of him, smiling triumphantly to himself as McCoy screamed in the backseat.

A loud groan came from the (again) rudely awoken Sulu, "Will you guys PLEASE SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

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"Okay, okay. I spy with my little eye," Chekov paused, his eyes darting around the mini van, until he smirked, "a bitch."

"You can't say yourself, Chekov," Jim said with a smile, earning chuckles and giggles from the people in the mini van, except for the silent Half-Vulcan.