Series. TOS

Pairing: K/S, me

Code: G, Humor

Feedback: tlen11@freenet.de

Summary: What happens, when Iím not at home.

Note: The German original was written for a challenge on the Fanfiction-Paradise-list.




Disclaimer: Paraborg/Viacom owns the whole Star Trek universe. I only borrowed a little part of it for some fun. No moneymaking, no offence of copyrights are intended. The story is mine and it is just fanfiction.

If you are under age, please stay away. If you have a problem with the topic, then look elsewhere for your entertainment. English is not my native language, so please be patient with my mistakes. Thanks to TíLin and Lady Charena for their help as my ever appreciated Beta-readers. For all remaining errors, blame me.



ďOuch! Whatís that about?" Jim Kirk shouted as he slumped violently against the desk. Spock had suddenly loosened his embrace. "I had another ďsportĒ in mind besides judo."


"I just heard a car door close. She has returned", the Vulcan answered.


"Damn! This soon?" Jim cursed. "Her vacations are shorter every time." He looked around. "Hurry! Where are my clothes? I donít dare to think about what she may say if she sees us like that."


Spock had already reached for his pants, which were laid on the printer, then chased away a fly that had lazily made itself comfortable on his blue shirt, that was attractively decorating the computer screen.


Jim finally found his yellow shirt on a board nearby. "Where are my pants? Help me", he ordered when he heard the sound of a key, which was turned in the house-door.


He finally spotted the sought after garment with a hastily look around the little cactus, which stood on the desk. Jim pulled them on, when the inner-door was opened - and screamed.


"Be quiet!ď Spock hissed. " She's coming."


"Funny", Jim grumbled. "There were thorns from the cactus in my pants. I certainly wonít be able to sit for the next week or so."


Spock was just about to answer that Jim should be happy that no other part of his body was inflicted as the room-door opened.




Strange! I would have sworn that I had put my Jim-and-Spock-action-figures in another place and position before I left for vacation.






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