Disclaimer: Paramount/Viacom owns Star Trek and all of its characters. I'm just playing with them. The lyrics to the song "Leader of the Pack" are written by G. Morton, J. Barry, and E. Greewich and are copyrighted 1964. This story is written by Momthing and copyrighted 2001. This story is a work of fan fiction and is not intended for profit. It may not be posted on any archive or website without the specific permission of the author. My thanks to Cherpring for the idea.
Blue Light Special
"What do you think about this one?"
Spock looked up from where he sat as Nyota Uhura came out of the dressing room wearing a red silk dress that clung to her luscious curves. It was an off-the-shoulder dress with one long sleeve and it showed her considerable assets to perfection.
"It appears to be aesthetically pleasing, Lieutenant, as have the other six outfits you have shown me," he said, wondering what on earth had possessed him to agree to this in the first place.
It was the second day of a two-day layover on Argus IV. All he had wanted to do was to buy his mother a birthday present before he returned to the Enterprise. He had seen a large mall, The Mall of the Galaxies, and decided that he would shop there.
He had barely been there fifteen minutes when he had run into Janice Rand, Nyota Uhura, and Christine Chapel, and had allowed them to talk him into accompanying them as they each chose the outfit that they were going to wear to perform for the annual Enterprise Officer's Talent Revue. They were going to perform a number as a trio. In exchange, they offered to help him pick out a present for his mother. That had been three hours ago.
"Wait'll you see what Janice is wearing," she told him as she turned and watched her reflection in the mirror. "Do you like this one better than the green one or the gold one?"
"I believe that they are all suitable; however, the gold one does seem to suit your complexion better."
"You think?" she asked. "Doesn't make my behind look too big?" Then: "Oh, Janice, how precious!"
Yeoman Janice Rand came out wearing a black lace dress with tight long sleeves and a very low cut back. It was street-length so it did show off her shapely legs. She felt a little self-conscious parading around the First Officer of the Enterprise.
"Don't you think she looks precious, Mr. Spock," Uhura demanded.
"Precious is not exactly the word I would use," Spock said. "But it is very flattering, Miss Rand. That apparel would seem to be more suitable than the silver one you tried earlier."
"You don't think it makes me look too…" Rand frowned trying to think of the exact word she wanted.
"No, I do not," Spock said, wanting her only to make up her mind and buy the dress. She had already tried on about seven or eight outfits, each more outrageous than the last. The gold bustier and silver miniskirt she had tried on before the black dress had taxed his diplomatic powers considerably. There was, after all, no polite way to tell the yeoman that the outfit made her look more like a lady of the evening than a lady.
"Oh my word!" Uhura gasped. "Christine! Look at you!"
Spock sat up in his chair suddenly and both of his eyebrows shot straight up. He couldn't help himself. Christine Chapel was the only one of the three women who had not asked for his help. In fact, she had not even tried on any clothes, saying merely that she hadn't found what she was looking for, but that she would know when she did. Obviously, she had. He had to admit that it looked, in his own words,"aesthetically pleasing" on her.
She was dressed in tight black faux leather mini-skirt and a white long sleeved silk blouse over which she wore a vest made of the same material as her skirt. She wore a pair of knee high boots with a three-inch heel. She had done something to her hair too … instead of being put up in her elaborate hairdo, she had teased it out and brushed it until it looked like a bouffant hair-do. She had also redone her make-up. Her eyelashes were dark and long, and she had used black eye liner to emphasize the shape of her eyes. She wore red lipstick.
"It'll look better when I do my nails," she told Uhura, "but considering the song we're going to be singing and the way the original singing group was dressed during their last performance in the late twentieth century, I think this is the way to go. After all, this is what we're doing here, right?"
Janice and Nyota looked at each other and then at Christine.
"Oh, right," they nodded. In all the excitement of trying out new outfits, they had forgotten the original purpose for their shopping trip. So had Spock, for that matter.
"And," Christine added, as she reached into the clothes hanging on the rack that the other two women had set aside in their shopping, "I think that Ny would definitely look good in this, and Janice, that faux black leather jumpsuit would suit you. Don't you have a pair of black boots with spike heels?"
Janice nodded, as Christine handed Uhura a pair of tight faux black leather pants and matching jacket. Both ladies disappeared into the dressing room to try out the proposed outfits again, while Christine went to sit down next to Spock.
"I'm sorry we've taken up so much of your time, Mr. Spock," she said, as she handed him a shopping bag. "I hope this will make up for it."
Inside the bag was a lovely blue shawl with silver threads made out of 100 per cent mohair. "I think your mother might enjoy this. I think it complements her eyes."
"Indeed," Spock murmured as he felt the fabric. "I am indebted to you, Miss Chapel. How much…?" She held up her hand.
"Don't worry about it. The agreement was that we would select a gift for your mother if you helped us select our outfits for the talent show. I think it's a small price to pay."
She smiled at him as the other two ladies came out to join them, now dressed up in the outfits Christine had selected for them. Janice definitely looked attractive in the black leather jumpsuit, and Nyota looked stunning in the black miniskirt and ivory colored blouse she had chosen to wear under the matching vest. She had a pair of spike heels that would suit this outfit perfectly, she thought. They all agreed that Christine had chosen well.
They were on their way out of the store when Uhura came to a complete stop. She was standing in front of a mannequin that was dressed completely in black … a black leather jacket, black t-shirt, black slacks, boots and a cap with silver stud trimming. In short, he looked like pictures she'd seen in a holonovel once of an actor named James Dean. She looked closely at Spock and her eyes narrowed speculatively.
"Mr. Spock, " she sashayed up to him and looked at him from under her eyelashes. "What are you doing for the talent show by any chance?"
"Playing my lyre, of course, Miss Uhura," he answered. "The same as I do every year."
"How'd you like to do something a little different this year?" she asked, and looked at Christine, and Janice who were looking more than a little mystified.
"Well, it is a love song, after all … and we do need a prop."
She grinned wickedly, and the other two women nodded in agreement as they silently moved closer to him.
"Miss Uhura, Miss Chapel, Miss Rand," Spock said, beginning to feel more than a little uneasy. "Why are you looking at me that way?"
"Mr. Spock," Christine grinned widely. "We'd like to make you an offer you can't refuse."
* * *
"To be, or not to be, that is the question…."
Spock gulped nervously as he heard the opening lines of Hamlet's soliloquy intoned by Assistant Chief Engineer James Wellington III. His group would be up next. He almost wish he hadn't allowed himself to be talked into this … almost, but not quite, as he caressed the large metal machine he was sitting astride.
It had been an eventful six weeks since the Enterprise had left Argus IV, and although the Enterprise was on routine patrol, the crew was anything but bored as they prepared for the annual Enterprise Officers' Review, the talent show where the crew got to see their officers performing.
Spock had always played his lyre and Uhura had always sung along with him, but this year, she had decided to do something a little different, after she had been approached by Christine Chapel to be in her all girl singing group, The New Shangri-Las. Chapel's grandmother was a fan of rock and roll, a form of music that had been very popular in the mid twentieth century, notably the 1950's and 60's.
"Grandmother Chapel loved the girl girls of that era, particularly a group called 'The Shangri-Las.' They were four girls, sisters … Mary and Betty Weiss and twins Margie and Mary Ann Ganser. They were very popular in the early part of the 1960's. As I recall Mary Ann died at a very young age of encephalitis," Christine Chapel had explained to him after they had returned to the ship. "The number that we are performing is a tragic love song and it speaks of the social issues of the time."
"Indeed," Spock said, finding the idea more palatable after both Christine and Uhura had assured him that it really wouldn't be such a bad idea for him to give his lyrette a rest this year, as there was a real danger that the crew was taking his talent for granted.
But in the end that was not really what had persuaded him, he thought as he heard Lt. Commander Wellington's voice winding down his soliloquy. It was when he and the three women had approached Chief Engineer Scott for assistance. They had asked him to replicate a motorcycle for them. He had told them he didn't have the spare parts to do it with, but he did have something better. He led them to the one of the auxiliary cargo holds and found a certain crate. He keyed it open and brought it out … a sleek, beautiful and perfectly restored 1977 FXS Harley Davidson Low Rider. It was silver with black leather seating and chrome handlebars and black handles. He had fallen in love with it the moment he had mounted it…
"Is she really going out with him?" Rand's voice broke his reverie. It was almost his cue.
"Well, there she is, let's ask her. Chrissy, is that Jimmy's ring you're wearing?" Uhura asked as Christine Chapel walked into the stage in the outfit she'd bought at the mall. The only change were the long red fingernails she was wearing.
"Gee, it must be great riding with him. Is he picking you up after school today?"
VROOM…VROOM…Spock revved his engine and very slowly rode the motorcycle towards the stage down the middle aisle of the large auditorium/rec room where the show was held.
"Uh-uh," Christine was saying, as the audience gasped, seeing Spock resplendent in his all black leather outfit and studded black and silver biker's cap. Uhura swore later that the half of the women on the Enterprise that hadn't been in love with him earlier probably fell in love with him that night.
"By the way, where'd you meet him?" she and Rand demanded, and then Christine began to sing:
"I met him at the candy store, he turned around and smiled at me--you get the picture? (back ground vocals, Uhura and Rand: "Yes, we see.") "That's when I fell for … the Leader of the Pack."
As the song continued, Spock slowly approached the group and then turned his bike to ride away as Christine began to sing the part about where the girl's father had forbidden her to see him again. There were tears in her eyes as she described the scene … and as he rode back out of the auditorium, the crowd could hear the sound of screeching brakes and glass breaking as Christine said:
"He sort of smiled and kissed me goodbye, the tears were beginning to show. As he drove away on that rainy night, I begged him to go slow. But whether he heard, I'll never know…(screeching brakes and breaking glass)
"I felt so helpless, what could I do? Remembering all the things we'd been through. In school they all stop and stare, I can't hide the tears but I don't care, I'll never forget him, the leader of the pack!" (back ground vocals: "The leader of the pack, now he's gone, the leader of the pack, now he's gone…)
They received a standing ovation, especially after Spock came roaring back in (slowly) and picked Christine up and took her out of the auditorium. After the show, he and the women were gracious enough to pose for pictures for the ship's official website. They even signed autographs. And Spock posed with several of the women on Mr. Scott's motorcycle, mentally resolving to get one of his own at his earliest possible opportunity. It was, all in all, a show that would be talked about for years.