Hey everyone! This is just a fun series of one-shots, some will be sad but mostly I will try and make them funny. It is based on a conversation my friend and I had about Spock and other reasons he could be emotionally compromised...So yeah, here's the first story!

Captain Kirk was lounging in his chair on the USS Enterprise, looking out the window with a thoughtful expression as they sailed through space. In his hand was a bag of Cheetos Puffs. Currently his hand was covered in the cheese flavoring, and so he began licking his finger, perfectly content.

The door slid open, announcing Spock's entrance. He raised his eyebrow at Kirk's position, and came to a halt in front of him.

"Sir, I would like to inform you that you are spilling orange substance upon the Captain's chair. It may stain," Spock advised calmly.

"Relax Spock, I'm sure the Captain won't mind," Kirk teased, eating another puff.

"I know he won't," Spock responded.

"Oh relax Spock, have a cheeto," Kirk rolled his eyes.

"I would rather not indulge myself in that unhealthy...snack," Spock replied disapprovingly.

"It's a cheeto. Oh come on, haven't you had a cheeto before?" Kirk asked.

"No, Captain."

"Well today is your lucky day. I am allowing you to have some of my snack," Kirk said graciously, offering a cheeto.

"No thank you, Captain."

"Okay fine then, I am ordering you to eat a Cheeto," Kirk smirked, knowing Spock wouldn't dare refuse an order. Spock sighed indulgently, taking a cheeto.

"Of course Captain," Spock agreed, looking at the cheeto calculatingly.

"Well, go on," Kirk encouraged. Spock sighed once more before placing the cheeto into his mouth.

Spock paused, savoring the flavor. He chewed. He swallowed. His eyes widened.

"Pretty good right?" Kirk grinned.

"It's...it's..." Spock stuttered, for once at lost for words. He suddenly lunged and grabbed the cheeto's from Kirk's hands, running away through the doors.

"THEY'RE DELICIOUS!" He yelled, never once having been allowed to eat such a wonderful food in his life. He shoved them into his mouth as he ran down corridors into his room, sitting on his bed and devouring them gleefully.

Back in the control room, Kirk sat in his chair, stunned.

"My cheeto's..." Kirk sniffed, slowly placing his head in his hands. "I've created a monster."