A/N:  His first time on Earth, Spock wanders away from the group.  Kid Spock and kid Jim Kirk, Star Trek AOS, ~735 words (I hope kid fic is okay with you, nonny - thank you for the prompt of oh so long ago!).

Fields of Gold

Approximatelytwo minutes after he quietly slips away from the Vulcan delegation, Spock stumblesand lurches forward.  

Hehad only wished to walk about and observe this agricultural area of Earth by himself.  Surely his father’s injunction to remain closeby and his mother’s more cheerful reminder not to “wander away” didnot prohibit him from purposeful exploring within reasonable range of theirgroup.  After all, his parents would nothave allowed him to accompany them anywhere unsafe.

Butnow, unable to free his foot from the furrow in which it has stuck, he decides thestrange terrain is in fact hazardous to a young Vulcan.  Case in point: he tips headfirst, observingwith alarm the ground rushing up to meet him.

Suddenly,however, a skinny arm shoots out into view, a small hand clasps Spock’s wrist,and to his surprise he has been stabilized and pulled upright.

“Youokay?”  The boy, for it is a boy whohas caught him, has not let Spock go.  Hetakes Spock’s other hand as well, perhaps to lend further balance; he squeezes Spock’spalms, peering up into his face curiously.

“Iam quite well.”  Spock is a memberof a diplomatic party, and he knows to appear ungrateful for timely help wouldbe rude indeed.  So he does not immediatelysnatch his hands back and jerk away as his instinct dictates.   But after a moment he manages to extract hishands from the boy’s grip and takes a careful step to the side.  He opens his mouth again, this time to utteran appropriate greeting, but instead the words that pass his lips are,“Where did you come from?”

Forthe boy has appeared seemingly out of nowhere, and though his appearance isstrange to Spock – light blond hair, tanned cheeks freckled from the sunlight,bright blue eyes that match the vast cloudless sky above – he looks organic tothis place, as bright and golden as the fine silk peeking out of the tips ofcorn growing in rows all around them, as if he too sprang from the soil attheir feet.

“Icome from right here, silly,” the boy says.

Spocknods upon receiving confirmation of his initial theory, though of course he nowhas many related questions.  

“Well,first I was born in space,” the boy adds importantly before Spock can inquirefurther.  His chest puffs out with pride,so Spock nods again to show he understands the significance of this fact.  "But now I live here.  This is our farm: mine, and Mom’s, and Sam’stoo.“  He spreads his arms wide toindicate their locale.  

"Indeed.”  Spock looks about him with renewed interest.

“Mymom said if I didn’t bother anyone during the tour, I could come inside andhave cookies after.”  The boy sighsand nudges a clump of dirt with his toe. “But I got bored running around the barn and jumping off the loftinto the hay and Sam said he wasn’t going to stick around so he took Cody –that’s our dog, Cody, he’s real nice and you can pet him later if you want –down to the stream.  So I startedsneaking after everyone and listening in, like a spy.  But I was real quiet so I wouldn’t botheranyone.  I bet you didn’t even know I wasthere.”

“Idid not,” Spock admits.

Theboy beams at him.  "I’m Jimmy.  Who’re you?“

"Iam Spock, of Vulcan.”  Spock holdshis hand out in the ta'al.  

Jimmysquints at the gesture for a moment before he mimics it passably.  "Let’s go play,“ he declares assoon as he drops his hand.  

"Thoughyour invitation is appreciated, I should make my parents aware of myplans,” Spock says reluctantly.  Thoughthey are very recent acquaintances, Spock realizes he does not wish to losesight of the other boy.  If he turnsaway, Jimmy might disappear as quickly as he came.

“They’llfigure it out,” Jimmy assures him. He reaches out and tugs at Spock’s hand, already starting to back awaywhile still facing Spock, as though his steps on this uneven ground are as sureand certain as the sun rising. “Come on!  I’ll show you ourhorses!”

Spocktakes one step forward, then one more.  Soonhe follows without another thought for his parents’ potential reprimands orthe foreign ground beneath his feet, until he is running alongside Jimmy, handin hand.

Vigilance

A/N:  Since you didn’t choose pairing, I picked Spirk (AOS) for the prompt [I] trusted [you].  484 words.

Spock sits very still and stares at the human across the room.  He has been told to keep his eye on him, and so he has.  Yet it is somewhat difficult to do so when the individual in question insists on hiding underneath a piano bench.

“No,” the human says decidedly in his high voice when he realizes Spock is watching him.  Spock has been informed this utterance is the human’s favorite word.

“I have asked nothing of you,” Spock ventures to explain.

“No!” the small child says louder.  He attempts to burrow underneath an area rug unsuccessfully.

“Okay, how’s daddy’s boy?” Jim asks from the doorway.  He grins and crouches down, holding out his arms.  The child stumbles toward him and flings himself at Jim.  

“You have concluded your discussions with Doctor Marcus?” Spock inquires.  He stands, straightening his clothing.  

“Yup.  We’re all set on the schedule for this month.  And guess what,” he adds, directing his next comments to the small boy in his embrace. “I’m going to come back to see you tomorrow morning.  Good?”

The little boy does not answer properly, but instead presses his face against Jim’s neck and makes a grating whining sound.  After several moments of snuffles and assurances, however, he calms somewhat.

When his mother returns, he goes to her willingly.  He even waves a floppy hand at both Jim and Spock when they depart, and at the last moment performs a rather aggressive gesture that Carol assures Spock is “blowing kisses.”  

“So,” Jim says heartily when they get outside.  "Thanks for taking the time to head out here with me.  You want to get some dinner?  Maybe Ethiopian, or –“

“You left me alone with your only offspring,” Spock says aloud.  

“Yeah.”  Jim stops on the sidewalk and rubs the back of his neck.  "I know I should apologize for making you babysit last minute.  I hope it wasn’t too bad.“

"It was…I have not assigned a value judgment to the experience,” Spock says slowly.  "But I do not require an apology.  I merely wished to understand why you felt I was capable of the task.“

"It was totally fine.  I trusted you,” Jim says.  

“Yet I have no experience in childcare.”

“Spock, it was only for about ten minutes,” Jim says.  He’s obviously trying not to smile.  "I promise not to foist David off on you again without asking in advance.  Or at least, not without giving him a better bunch of toys to distract him first.“  He nudges Spock, smiling more openly now.  "But I really do trust you with my kid.”

“I am gratified,” Spock tells him.  He returns the slow brush of Jim’s fingertips against his own.  "As for your appointment with your son tomorrow –“

"You don’t have to come,” Jim tells him, clearly amused.

“Very well,” Spock says quickly, attempting not to let his relief show.  

Happy First December to you as well!   :D

 26.  What would be their theme song?

Strangely, it’s a songfor Vulcan lute.  Initially, Jim did not respond very well to Spock’s attempts to get him to appreciate the wide and varied catalogue of musiccomposed for the Vulcan lute.  He’d actually fallen asleep when Spock took him to see the concert performance of an esteemed elder lutenist on New Vulcan.  It had been the scandal of the Vulcan cultural season when Jim had snorted as he dozed and four hundred Vulcans turned around and stared at him in silent, barely-concealed dismay. 

But then they have a series of unsettling situations during their travels through the quadrant.  It’s nothing disastrous, no completely failed missions.  But a bright young ensign who idolizes Jim is so badly injured during a routine drill that she has to be left at the next space station.  Then some small part of the engineering process is disrupted so that they can travel at no faster than Warp 1 for several weeks, and the entire crew appears to feel the tension of the obstacle.  At last, an admiral who is widely regarded to be quite forgiving and reasonable becomes frustrated with one of Jim’s decisions and does not hide her disappointment and disapproval.  

When Spock returns to his quarters after his shift on evening he finds Jim stretched out face down atop Spock’s mattress.  And without a word, Spock fetches his lute and begins to play.  Jim does not acknowledge the music at first, but eventually he turns onto his back, and as he sighs, his ear obviously attuned to the song, some of the ever-present tension in his frame begins to fade.  Though Jim never asks for the performance to be repeated, when he appears discouraged or unduly agitated Spock will play the song again for him once they are alone, and Jim will listen and take a few deep breaths until he smiles at Spock softly.  That moment, when the music enables Jim to relax, is sweeter to Spock than any perfect series of notes. 

A/N:  Thanks for the prompt!  This is about 600 words, Kirk/Spock, Star Trek TOS

A Night For Staying In

Spock let himself into the small apartment that he and Jim shared and set his satchel of instructor materials on the entryway table.

Hearing no greeting, he assumed Jim had yet to return from his tasks at the campus.  Normally in such a case Spock would proceed to the kitchen to determine what comestible items they might utilize to prepare their evening meal.  But this evening he paused, remaining where he stood without any clear purpose.

So lost in thought was he that he did not take note of the door opening behind him until Jim said, "Brrr!  It's getting chilly out there; did you bring your gloves to work with you?" by way of greeting.  

"I thought we might have some leftover stew," Jim went on cheerfully.  "Or if you don't mind heading back out into the cold, we can go out for those noodles you like, the ones at the little shop that opened last month."

"I--"  Spock glanced down at his hands, which remained slightly green tinged from the brisk air outside.  He had not taken the opportunity to consider the impact of the lowered temperatures on his person during his walk home.  

"Hey," Jim said softly.  He let his own bag fall to the floor, apparently heedless of its contents.  He reached out, laying a warm hand on Spock's shoulder.  "You okay?"

Spock barely paused before he gave a small nod.  Learning a cadet had decided to depart from Starfleet Academy before their graduation happened only infrequently.  Finding out that one such student had declared he was leaving because Spock specifically had discouraged his ambitions had never occurred until now.  

Spock did not recollect delivering any harsh admonitions to the cadet.  There was certainly no need for such reproaches; the young man had performed reasonably well in all of his classes, including Spock's.  Spock himself had completed a review of the cadet's efforts using the words "shows promise."  But for whatever reason, Cadet Levine had felt he should communicate that his attempts to continue his training had been hindered by Spock in some way.  

"Probably trying to pin down a cause for general dissatisfaction," Commander Barakat had guessed when she informed Spock of the issue that afternoon.  "Some of them just aren't cut out to serve for whatever reason, and they need to find someone to blame."  She had elected not to investigate the matter further, citing Spock's generally highly positive instructor evaluations and his success in advising numerous cadets.

"Want to talk about it?" Jim now asked gently.

Spock exhaled.  It would do no real good to rehearse the petty happenings of the day.  Jim would obviously reassure Spock that he had little to do with the cadet's decision, a conclusion Spock himself understood he should accept.  "Ultimately, there is nothing of substance to discuss."  

Jim searched Spock's face, his hazel eyes intent.  After a moment, he lifted his other hand so that he could squeeze both of Spock's shoulders.  "You know what I think?" he asked in a soft voice.  "Tonight's a night for staying in.  We'll heat up that stew, maybe pull out some of that sourdough bread I have stashed in the freezer.  Any teaching tasks you have to get done tonight?"

"There is nothing pressing," Spock allowed.  "But --"

"Then it's settled," Jim said firmly.  "You, me, a bottle of wine, and relaxing.  And anything stressful, we'll leave that behind for the night.  Sound good?"  He touched Spock's cheek, brushing his thumb over Spock's temple tenderly.  

Spock held back a smile and said softly, "Indeed."