FIC: Mommy! I caught a Vulcan!!
Yeah so this is completely silly. I wrote it for the lolz and cos, I’ve just moved house, I can’t write anything deep and meaningful right now, my mind is full of boxes and logistics. And um, Spock is meant to be about 3 years or so older than Kirk.
The small human was dressed in a similar fashion to himself, and currently engaged in gathering as much of the big white wedding dress as he could between his short arms. He was looking up at the unknown woman with shining eyes, and a big smile, making high pitched bird-like noises every time she moved away and he was conveniently taken with her. Besides him, mother made a strange sound that startled him with its strangeness.
‘Aww, Winona he’s adorable!’ Mother gasped, letting go of his hand and bending down to better observe the short human.
‘And a real handful!’ The human female named Winona laughed, lifting up the skirt of her wedding garment and trying to disentangle from the small human boy who Spock assumed was her son. ‘Come on, honey, let go of me now.’
‘No!’ The small human said emphatically.
Rolling her eyes, Winona gave mother an imploring look. ‘Mandy, if you could…?’
‘I would love to!’ Mother said brightly, getting on her knees and holding her arms open. The small human looked at her curiously and then ducked his head into the white pillowing folds of his mother’s skirt. ‘Hey there, you want to come over here, sweetie?’
Spock felt shocked. Mother had never used such a tone of voice before with him. It was… most unusual.
‘What’s his name?’
‘James. Well, Jimmy, Jim, but I think he thinks his name is “Honey” most of the time.’
Both the woman Winona and mother laughed. ‘That’s adorable.’ Mother stated yet again, standing back up. Pulling him forwards, mother laid her hands on his shoulders. He tensed. It was his turn to be introduced now.
‘This is Spock. It’s his first time on Earth.’
Winona smiled at him broadly and waved, ‘Hi Spock. Oh, Mandy, he’s just precious.’
He glanced up, uncertain of the context of that statement. Mother smiled enigmatically, ‘Yes, he is.’
The small human revealed himself from the skirt and stared at him. Staring was considered rude by humans, mother had reprimanded him several times since their arrival on earth for the wedding, so he was confused why instead of discouraging him the woman nudged her child forwards gently with a leg. ‘Go on, honey, say hi to your new cousin. He’s interesting isn’t he?’
With a bright smile, the human child pointed at him, ‘You’re a Vulcan!’
Both women laughed once more. He frowned.
‘It is rude to point.’ He replied sharply. ‘Don’t you know that?’
‘Spock.’ Mother chided gently with a smile, ‘He’s only three years old. If you are allowed brief lapses in emotional control, then you must excuse him for his words and actions - he is very young for a human, and not yet fully aware of propriety or polite modes of speech.’
That was not an excuse, if this small human was truly as intelligent as mother had led him to believe. Still, he supposed that having knowledge was not the same as understanding and applying said knowledge correctly.
‘I’m sorry for being mean.’ He said awkwardly, the exact phrase his mother had taught him beforehand. He still disagreed with it. He was not deliberately malicious, he was being honest.
In response, the small boy smiled at him and held up a hand, ‘Lift loooong and pros-per.’ He said loudly, a lisp on the last word. He was doing it wrong, Spock thought, but at least he tried.
Mother clapped softly. He glanced up at her. She smiled, pleased. If it made her happy, then he supposed that he will become “friends” with the small human.
‘His name is Jimmy.’ Winona told him, ‘But you can call him “Honey” if you want, especially if he goes missing - which he does, a lot. He'll come running.’
Jimmy considered him with a mix of curiosity and excitement, walking to the right and then to the left, as if to get a tri-dimensional grasp on his person, before rushing forwards and wrapping his arms around him. Grinning, the small human looked up at him and laughed.
‘Mommy! I caught a Vulcan!’
*facepalm* too much smoking obviously
The small human was dressed in a similar fashion to himself, and currently engaged in gathering as much of the big white wedding dress as he could between his short arms. He was looking up at the unknown woman with shining eyes, and a big smile, making high pitched bird-like noises every time she moved away and he was conveniently taken with her. Besides him, mother made a strange sound that startled him with its strangeness.
‘Aww, Winona he’s adorable!’ Mother gasped, letting go of his hand and bending down to better observe the short human.
‘And a real handful!’ The human female named Winona laughed, lifting up the skirt of her wedding garment and trying to disentangle from the small human boy who Spock assumed was her son. ‘Come on, honey, let go of me now.’
‘No!’ The small human said emphatically.
Rolling her eyes, Winona gave mother an imploring look. ‘Mandy, if you could…?’
‘I would love to!’ Mother said brightly, getting on her knees and holding her arms open. The small human looked at her curiously and then ducked his head into the white pillowing folds of his mother’s skirt. ‘Hey there, you want to come over here, sweetie?’
Spock felt shocked. Mother had never used such a tone of voice before with him. It was… most unusual.
‘What’s his name?’
‘James. Well, Jimmy, Jim, but I think he thinks his name is “Honey” most of the time.’
Both the woman Winona and mother laughed. ‘That’s adorable.’ Mother stated yet again, standing back up. Pulling him forwards, mother laid her hands on his shoulders. He tensed. It was his turn to be introduced now.
‘This is Spock. It’s his first time on Earth.’
Winona smiled at him broadly and waved, ‘Hi Spock. Oh, Mandy, he’s just precious.’
He glanced up, uncertain of the context of that statement. Mother smiled enigmatically, ‘Yes, he is.’
The small human revealed himself from the skirt and stared at him. Staring was considered rude by humans, mother had reprimanded him several times since their arrival on earth for the wedding, so he was confused why instead of discouraging him the woman nudged her child forwards gently with a leg. ‘Go on, honey, say hi to your new cousin. He’s interesting isn’t he?’
With a bright smile, the human child pointed at him, ‘You’re a Vulcan!’
Both women laughed once more. He frowned.
‘It is rude to point.’ He replied sharply. ‘Don’t you know that?’
‘Spock.’ Mother chided gently with a smile, ‘He’s only three years old. If you are allowed brief lapses in emotional control, then you must excuse him for his words and actions - he is very young for a human, and not yet fully aware of propriety or polite modes of speech.’
That was not an excuse, if this small human was truly as intelligent as mother had led him to believe. Still, he supposed that having knowledge was not the same as understanding and applying said knowledge correctly.
‘I’m sorry for being mean.’ He said awkwardly, the exact phrase his mother had taught him beforehand. He still disagreed with it. He was not deliberately malicious, he was being honest.
In response, the small boy smiled at him and held up a hand, ‘Lift loooong and pros-per.’ He said loudly, a lisp on the last word. He was doing it wrong, Spock thought, but at least he tried.
Mother clapped softly. He glanced up at her. She smiled, pleased. If it made her happy, then he supposed that he will become “friends” with the small human.
‘His name is Jimmy.’ Winona told him, ‘But you can call him “Honey” if you want, especially if he goes missing - which he does, a lot. He'll come running.’
Jimmy considered him with a mix of curiosity and excitement, walking to the right and then to the left, as if to get a tri-dimensional grasp on his person, before rushing forwards and wrapping his arms around him. Grinning, the small human looked up at him and laughed.
‘Mommy! I caught a Vulcan!’
*facepalm* too much smoking obviously