And we come to the end of October. Happy Halloween
Bones eyed Jim as he approached the rec room entrance. Bones stood there like a sentinel guarding it. Beyond the CMO, the Halloween Pary was going full swing. Loud pounding music, drinks, food, laughter, dancing.
“What are you supposed to be?” Bones demanded.
“Little Red Riding Hood, obviously.”
“What’s obvious about it? You aren’t wearing a little dress.”
“Ya think?” Jim fingered his red cape and hood. “This doesn’t give it away?”
“I suppose.”
Jim held up his basket. “I also have a basket full of goodies for grandma.”
“Hmm. Still pretty lame.”
Jim looked Bones over. He was wearing some kind of soldier’s costume, heavy with armor and some kind of helmet over most of his head and face with only his mouth showing.
“What the hell are you supposed to be?”
“Judge Dredd.”
“There’s something dreadful about the way you look all right,” Jim said with a laugh.
“Hardy har har. Where’s Spock? Are you telling me he got to skip this?”
“No way. If I had to come, so did he. Who’s idea was this anyway?”
“Who do you think? Uhura and Sulu. They’re on the morale committee.”
“They are the morale committee.”
A tall slender man attired all in black except for the wolf mask covering the whole head appeared behind Jim.
“This is very uncomfortable, Captain,” Spock said, his voice muffled by the mask.
“I know, honey, once we get into the party you can removed the head.”
Bones laughed. “So he’s the wolf gonna eat you, huh?”
“What else?” Jim grinned. “He made a better predator than a granny.”
Bones shook his head. “All right, go in, don’t let me stop you.”
“Why are you the doorman anyway?” Jim asked as he and Spock moved past Bones and into the rec room.
“Uhura’s orders. No one is allowed in without a costume. I only have duty for another ten minutes then Scotty takes over.”
Jim and Spock moved further into the party until they were approached by Uhura, who was dressed as the Huntsman.
“You’re going to come to my rescue after the wolf devours me,” Jim joked.
She smirked. “You wish. You guys want a drink? You’ll have to take off the mask, Spock.”
“He wants to anyway.’
Spock started tugging at it. “Captain, it won’t come off.”
“What? Here let me.” Jim started tugging at it. “Damn, it’s really stuck. Uhura, help me out here.”
She joined Jim in trying to tug it off. “It won’t budge. Sorry, Spock. You’re going to have to remain a wolf.”
“What? We can get someone to cut if off.”
“You run the risk of cutting Spock’s head off then, Captain.”
“Well, sure, but isn’t that better than staying a wolf” Jim turned to Spock. “What do you want to—”
Spock howled, then growled, pouncing on Jim and knocking him to the ground.
“Oh my GOD!” Jim sat up in bed, breathing heavily. His heart pounded hard.
“Jim? Jim, what is it?” Spock exclaimed next to him.
“Computer, lights.”
His bedroom lit up, and next to him Spock, looking perfectly normal.
“That was…that was a weird dream.”
Spock appeared concerned. “You were yelling, something about a wolf.”
“Uh-huh. Remember I was saying we should go as Little Riding Hood and the Wolf to Uhura’s party?”
“Yes.”
“Forget it. No way.”
“What will we go as then?”
“No idea. But it’s not going to require masks, heads or make-up of any kind. You know, you should go as me and I’ll go as you. We just switch uniforms and easy peasy.”
“What about my pointy ears?” Spock asked with an arch of a brow.
“Not doing that either. Just uniforms. That’s gotta be good enough.”
Spock nodded. “As you wish, Captain. Can you return to sleeping?’
Jim thought about it. “I…think so. Computer…lights out.”
“Jim?”
“Hmm?”
“What big teeth you have.”
Jim laughed. “That’s my line. But go ahead and eat me.”
Spock pounced on him and began to kiss him until Jim forgot, sort of, about the bad dream.
Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto) 