Series: ST TOS

Pairing: Mc/Sc

Rating: PG

Warnings: Humor

Note: Tuppertrek-series


Summary: Time before Christmas.


Disclaimer: The characters in this story don’t belong to me. I only borrowed them for some fun. No moneymaking, no violation 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 this topic, then look elsewhere for your entertainment. English is not my native language, so please be patient with my mistakes. Thanks to Lady Charena for the beta. For all remaining errors, blame me.



"Darling, look what a beautiful Christmas tree I found this year! " Scotty’s call not only  lured Len from the kitchen but also the children from the living room.


"Oh, this is a big one, terrific," Duncan beamed and Scarlett welcomed her father loudly.


Len, though, was less enthusiastic. “Get this thing out,” he growled. "Before  everything is full of needles. I just cleaned the whole house.”


Silently sighing Scotty went with the tree into the garden. Really his beloved husband  was momentarily very irritated - even worse than during his pregnancy. And all this only because of the yearly Christmas housecleaning. In his opinion it didn’t matter a bit if really every corner was shining at the holiday-season or not.


Perhaps they also should hire a domestic help like Jim, he wondered. At least an electronic. Only because Jim couldn't cope with the robot servant, it didn't mean that they were generally no good idea. As Scotty well knew from experience Jim wasn't easy to handle. He probably even was able to drive an insensitive machine into insanity. Yes, he would give it a try to change Len’s mind and get Number Two out of the laboratory again.


Scotty went back into the house, the tree packed away in the garden and contented with his new plan. His beloved wasn’t seen anywhere therefore he went into the kitchen because his stomach growled loudly.


A bowl with a white, doughy mass raised his attention. Obviously Len was bout to bake cookies. He had to try it. Scotty wrinkled his nose after he had licked a finger-tip from the mass. This smacked of nothing at all, sugar was absolutely missing there.


Well, he tilted half a bag in it, whirled it and tried once again. A bit better now, he decided, but not very delicious anyway. Something wasn't correct with it. As he heard the door opening behind him Scotty said: "Darling, the dough somehow is bad. I have already put more sugar in it, but nevertheless..."


Len stared at him astonished for a moment, then broke out in laughter. “You just have eaten my face mask, love.”