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The Way to Man's Heart is Through his Stomach	By : Clarissa_Eden Category: S through Z > Star Trek (2009) > Star Trek (2009) Views: 3301 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek, or any of the characters belonging to the franchise. I do not make money from writing this, it's just for fun.

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Later that night as Spock was meditating in preparation to sleep. But for the first time since he was a child, he was struggling to concentrate. He found himself pondering what his life would be like, had his own childhood been similar to Caleb's. Spock knew completely that he had never been like Caleb in his youth; he had been discouraged to express emotion from infancy.
He had always been given a choice as a child, to follow the Vulcan way of life or the Human. However, now seeing what Caleb was like, he realised that he had never really had a choice. Growing up on Vulcan, and having a powerful father in the eyes of society; his fate had been sealed prior to his birth. Yet if he had truly been given the choice, he wondered if he would be able to understand the complexities of human interaction that generally got the better of him, would he be able to laugh as easily as Caleb did with Elizabeth and Jim?
Elizabeth, the captivating woman who plagued his thoughts constantly, was an anomaly. The scientist in him longed to study her, find out more and more about her. Her likes and dislikes, her abilities, how she found life seemingly so easy. The list of things he wanted to know was endless.
She had made him smile, only slightly, but it was still a smile. Earlier after she had come back from the galley, and he had had the rather strained conversation with Caleb, all three of them just spoke. From time to time, Caleb would say something about his time with his Uncle that made Elizabeth laugh in such a way, the edges of his mouth would tug slightly. With her and Caleb he was relaxed, he would slouch slightly, his apparent perfect persona would fade, with them he was different.
She reminded Spock of his own mother. In many ways Elizabeth was very much like Amanda. They were both extremely kind and forgiving. It was clear that Elizabeth would always cherish Caleb, regardless of what path he may choose in life, just as Amanda had with himself and his own choices. Spock very much wanted to continue to develop his relationship with Elizabeth McCoy; she changed him in a multitude of ways that would have horrified him not seven years ago. She made him feel the emotions he had desperately tried to suppress for most of his life, in ways that he had never experienced before; not with Nyota, not with anyone, other than Elizabeth.
There was something that troubled Spock more than anything else with Elizabeth though. He didn't understand how, but he knew that she was putting on an act. She had deeply rooted problems, and was suppressing them for the benefit of Caleb. He wanted to help her, she needed to free herself from herself inflicted burden. Before falling into the deeper throws of meditation Spock made the decision that he would help her, whether she liked it or not, for her own benefit.
If his mother had still been alive she would have told him what he was feeling. She would have taken great joy in informing her son that he was falling in love and falling hard and fast. Just as she had herself with Spock's father. She would have told him about soul mates, and that she believed that he and Elizabeth were drawn together by fate, as their souls called out to each other over the vast expanses of time and space. He in response would have told her she was being illogical, and that she could not possibly know that. Amanda would then have given him a knowing smile, and told him to prove her wrong.

At the other end of the deck, Elizabeth was having trouble sleeping. He mind kept going back to the few conversations she had had with Spock when they had been alone. She knew that she was falling for the stoic Commander; she recognised the way she felt when he came into the same room as her. And the fact that she recognised what was happening, terrified her in the extreme. She had always been a believer in love at first sight, she had often read old novels about it when she was younger, and dreamed of finding that one person who could change everything.
The events of the past few years, mainly the ones that took place the year before Caleb was born, made her hesitant. She had trust issues. She worked hard to give off an air of confidence in public, but privately she was broken and she knew it. There were sides of herself that she would never allow to rise up and take hold; she repressed them with every ounce of strength she had.
Walking over to the door way of Caleb's room she stood and just watched her son sleep. He always seemed content when he slept, he was completely at ease. Watching him sleep was something she had always enjoyed doing, ever since she managed to get him to sleep through the night for the first time. Caleb was her fixed point, her world revolved around her little boy.
When she was pregnant she had been so afraid that he would be very Vulcan when he was born; she hadn't known if she could stand the thought of her baby being anything like the monster his father was. She had never been a particularly religious person, superstitious yes, but not religious; but for the duration of her pregnancy she found herself praying to the universe that her baby would be more human. It wasn't until after Caleb was born that her father had explained that her hopes had been understood by her son in utero, something about them having a telepathic link through constantly being in contact with one and other.
As Caleb grew older she realised just how much of that may have been true. While Caleb maintained many of the characteristics of the Vulcan race, he remained very human. She just had to be careful in the early years about what she dressed him in; his lack of control with his telepathic abilities had caused problems from time to time if someone accidentally touched his skin, which meant that Caleb had almost every inch of his skin covered that she could manage without taking it to extremes. The first time it had happened in public had been difficult to try and explain, to say the least she was lucky that Caleb had been allowed back into play group. He didn't like the idea of being left there and made sure the play group leaders knew about it.
Smiling slightly at the memory, she turned and headed back to her own room. Collapsing onto the soft sheet, she felt the urge to sleep. If it's meant to be, it'll be, that's what her mother had always said. But the problem was Caleb; Elizabeth had heard the two of them speaking. It was clear that Caleb preferred Jim over Spock; she would need a way to separate Caleb from the idea of Jim ever being like a father figure to him. She needed a way to get Spock and Caleb to be more comfortable around each other. But just before she allowed herself to become lost to the land of sleep, she made the decision not to push the issue with Spock. One thing she would never do is place a man in her life as a priority over her son, but there was nothing wrong with stacking the odds in her favour.

Several decks below Elizabeth, her brother slept restlessly. He had collapsed into sleep as soon as his head had hit the pillow several hours ago, but now he sat up suddenly in bed. Fully awake, his mind had finally caught up with what he had seen when he dropped Caleb off in the Officers mess. His baby sister, on what looked like a date, with Spock.

"That green blooded bastard." Bones gasped, irritation seeping out of his every pore.
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