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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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James Kirk was confused. Over the course of the past few hours, he seemed to remain in a semi-constant state of confusion, something he was not generally accustomed to. It was no secret that he was a genius, his aptitude tests alone showed that. But the constant emerging of new facts were altering his perception of the immediate situation, leaving him little to no time to adapt. The Enterprise had yet to leave space dock, and he could already tell this next exploratory mission was going to be one of the most eventful missions to date.
As to what he was supposed to do with the kid in front of him, Jim was at a loss for words. He had known that a child would be on board the ship for the duration of the mission, he had had to give his consent to allow the boy on board. Yet he hadn't known who the child was supposed to be, or who his mother was. He had simply assumed it was the child of a married crew member. This being the believed case, Jim hadn't thought he would even set eyes upon the child, let alone be asked to watch him for any amount of time.
Casting a wary sideways glance at the child, Caleb, Jim found himself slightly transfixed. It was clear that Caleb was part Vulcan; well it was now that Jim could see the tips of the boy's ears. It had never occurred to Jim that the way in which Spock wore his hair, was a choice made by the Commander. Having seen so many Vulcan males, and females for that matter, with the exact same hair cut, it was easy to forget that it must be a choice as opposed to a biological trait of the species.
Turning his attention to his First Officer, Jim noticed Spock's eyes were closed and he was in a state of deep concentration. Jim found himself smirking at the Vulcan; it was obvious that he found Elizabeth interesting. But it amused him to no end, that the normally logical man he had come to know and value as a friend, would stoop so low as to listening in on a conversation to quench the thirst of his curiosity.
"You know Spock, where the McCoy's come from; they tend to shoot first and ask questions later."
Spock's eyes snapped open at the Capitan's seemingly offhand comment. "Excuse me Capitan; I do not understand the point you are attempting to make."
"You will Spock. Eventually, you will."
Again, Spock raised his eyebrow in a questioning manor, but said nothing in response.
Turning his attention back to Caleb, Jim found that the little boy was staring intently at him from beneath his thick eyelashes. It was as though he was trying to read Jim's mind, to see such a young child doing this was slightly un-nerving.
"So Caleb. Who's this?" Jim asked motioning to the stuffed animal that was still clutched tightly to his chest. From what Jim could make of the creature, it appeared to be dog, either that or a really odd bear.
Caleb looked down at his toy and then back up to the Capitan, before answering in a soft voice, "His name is Cujo. He's my favourite. Momma got him for me when I was a baby."
That took Jim back a little. From what he remembered from 20th century literature, Cujo was a dangerous dog from a Steven King novel. It seemed doubtful that Caleb had named the teddy that, so it must have been Elizabeth. It was clear that Elizabeth and her brother shared a sense of humour, that was a useful thing to know. Jim wouldn't put it past Bones to buy a kid a toy clown and call it Pennywise for kicks.
Smiling slightly Jim asked Caleb is he could see Cujo. After a slight hesitation Caleb handed the dog over to the Capitan, who proceeded to animate Cujo, making him yip and pretend to lick Caleb's face. This made the little boy laugh slightly and went to grab for his toy back. Jim promptly relinquished his hold on Cujo to Caleb.
"What do you and Cujo like to do for fun?" Jim asked after clearing his throat.
Caleb's head tilted slightly to the side, and action that Jim commonly associated with his First Officer. "I like to read, but its better when Momma tells the stories. She does the characters in different voices." Caleb answered, he seemed to be calming down slightly and started to relax.
Jim smiled softly at the idea of the woman he had only just met reading to her son. "Does she now? Well I might just have to come by sometime and listen to a story with you. Would that be ok?"
Caleb's eyes seemed to light up as he nodded vigorously as the suggestion. "Yea! My favourite is the one about that time when you saved the planet Earth. Momma says that it really happened and isn't made up like the other stories she tells me, and that you saved my life and Momma's that day."
The shit-eating grin that formed on Jim's face could not be helped; he had just been given a huge ego boost from a child. Not that his ego needed to get any bigger. Yet Jim found himself wondering how old Caleb was, he couldn't be far of being five or six, but with the boy having part alien DNA, it could be hard to tell.
"That's a story I would like to hear Caleb." Jim leaned over to ruffle Caleb's unruly hair, causing the boy to giggle in the process. That was a sight Jim that he would never see, a Vulcan giggling. His mind wandering, he found himself wondering what it would take to get Spock to giggle like that. He also wondered how long it would take for Spock to murder him in cold blood for trying.
All the while Spock had been watching the interaction between the Capitan and the child with equal interest. He had not had much interaction with children since his own youth, a time he did not remember fondly. He recalled his life being very different to that led by the young boy in front of him. It was strange for Spock to see this child, who like himself, was one of two worlds, being so different from other Vulcan children; being so different from himself at that age. Caleb was so carefree. It seemed he was unaware of Vulcan culture and the need to repress emotion. This was an issue Spock would attempt to discuss with the child's mother. For some reason, the idea of discussing the issue with Elizabeth, when she was not in the company of her brother stirred peculiar feeling within Spock's chest. He liked the idea of getting to speak to her alone.
If Jim hadn't being paying such close attention to the youngest McCoy, he would have noticed the ghost of a smile that spread across the face of his First Officer.
It was at that point that Elizabeth re-emerged from behind the swinging galley door, two mugs in hand, she made a bee-line for her son, whom she was pleased to see had perked up a considerable amount during her absence. Placing the mugs down, she lifted her son, before re-taking her former seat and placing him in her lap.
Caleb was settled snuggling into his mother's side, and was half way through the hot chocolate his mother had brought him, when his uncle came back carrying the other three mugs intended for the other men in the room.
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