Ivy Growth Chapter Two
Title: Ivy Growth
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing: Currently none (eventually Spock/Kirk)
Rating: PG (this chapter)
Summary: After Spock is faced with violence on Vulcan, Amanda moves them to Earth where his safety is less of a concern. Their neighbors are Mr. and Mrs. Kirk, and their grandsons Jimmy and Sam.
A/N: This is currently a Work in Progress, which I am horrible with an I cannot promise that it will ever be completed, though I'm rather fond of it so far.
Word count: 1132 (this chapter)
Chapter One
Earth is nothing like Spock had imagined. Spock has been taught Earth's history alongside Vulcan's, has seen holovids of Earth and read several PADDs, but to see it in person is a different experience altogether.
The temperature is drastically cooler than that of Vulcan and Spock is grateful of the warm coat his mother had helped him put on before they had exited the shuttle. There is wind, something almost unheard of on Vulcan, and it carries a chill and the taste of salt upon it. The air is humid and wet, the feel of it strange on Spock's skin and in his lungs as he breathes.
Earth is very bright. Vulcan is closer to its sun, which burns large and hot in Vulcan's sky, but the ground itself is burnt red while Earth is colorful. Grass grows across the ground in different shades of green, flowers blossom in colors Spock has never seen outside of pictures and holovids, and in the distance the ocean sprawls, its depths swirled from pale blue to navy with purple in between, until it meets the blue sky at the horizon.
His mother's hand rests on his back and he stays close to her, pressed almost against her leg. There are more beings on Earth than on Vulcan. Though the humans are the majority, Spock sees two Orion women walking on their way to the hover-car and a group of Andorion children playing in a park they pass on their way to their new house. There are other beings, as well, beings that Spock does not know the names for.
It is a twenty minute drive through San Franscisco from the dock where the shuttle had dropped them off at to the neighborhood where Spock and his parents would be living. Spock's maternal grandparents had found them their house and seen to the modifications that would make it more comfortable for Spock and his father. The house appears to be a lavish, two-floor dwelling, painted a rich shade of red, with white shutters and a dark green door.
“Why is it painted?” Spock asks his mother.
“Humans decorate their homes, much in the manner that they decorate themselves. It is considered to be an outward presentation of their own personalities. We can remove the coloring, if you would like, Spock.”
Spock shakes his head, “The effort would be an illogical waste of time. It may stay.”
He does not say he enjoys the colors Earth has to offer. He does; he finds them intriguing and... pleasing. It is an illogical appreciation and he is aware that his father would not approve, so he keeps his thoughts to himself.
There are gardens all around the front of the house, even pots of plants resting on the stairs that lead to the door. His mother pauses to smell at a pale pink flower and her lips curl into a smile. Spock tilts his head in interest.
“Come smell, Spock. These are roses. They are a traditional Earth flower, often given from one human to another as a sign of affection. The flowers bloom in a variety of colors, each of which symbolizes a different emotion which the giver feels for the receiver. Pink symbolizes gratitude and admiration, yellow friendship, white purity and platonic love, and red romantic and passionate love.”
Spock reaches out and takes the stem, jerking his hand away when something sharp pierces his finger. He stares as blood whelms and his mother catches his hand in her own.
“Careful,” she says, “Roses are beautiful, but their stems contain sharp thorns. It is a reminder that love brings pain as well as joy.”
“Fascinating.” Spock says and his mother smiles. She brushes her thumb across the point of his ear and then urges him away.
“Come, Spock. Let's go inside.”
Their home on Vulcan had been a simple abode, with just enough rooms to suit their purposes: the kitchen, a bathroom, two bedrooms, his father's study, and the communal den. This house is much, much larger. The lower floor alone has several rooms and his mother gives him names for them as they tour it: kitchen, bathroom, living area, den, study, library, dining room, foyer. All the different terms make Spock's head spin as he tries to commit them all to memory, asking questions about point and purpose and receiving frustrating vague answers in return. The second floor has several more bedrooms than they require, each with overly large closets and personal bathrooms.
“I know that it is different from Vulcan,” his mother says, her thumb against his ear and her eyes upon his father, “But that is, to a degree, the point.”
“It will suit us, Amanda.” Spock's father says evenly, and settles the discussion.
Spock finds that his favorite part of the house, however, is the backyard. It is enclosed with high, dark green hedges and in full blossom; flowers seem to grow and flourish across every inch. There is a fountain of water in the center of the colorful garden; an illogical waste of water, but very pleasing to the eye.
Something hits Spock in the middle of the forehead.
In confusion, he reaches up a hand and pulls a plastic red...thing that had stuck there. A second one suddenly hit him in the cheek and Spock startles, taking several steps back as a boy suddenly jumps out from behind a tree.
He is a human child, with blond hair and blue eyes like Spock has never seen. He's dressed in dirty clothing, his feet bare and covered in grass and dirt, and he's holding a plastic phaser in one hand, aiming it at Spock.
“Die Romulan scum!” the boy shouts and another red projectile hits Spock in the chest, falling down to the grass.
“Jimmy!” a second voice yells and an older human woman is scurrying through a gate between the hedges. She grabs the human boy by the back of his clothing and lifts him from the ground, settling him easily on her hip. She flushes red when she looks at Spock, “I am so sorry, Jimmy is -”
“Nana,” the boy wails, “Let me go! I want to kill the Romulan!”
“Jimmy!” The woman sounds scandalized. Spock watches with interest as his mother joins him from the house.
“I am not a Romulan.” Spock states evenly.
The boy looks at him with distrust. “You look like one.”
“I am Spock of Vulcan, not of Romulus.”
“Oh. Sorry.”
The woman sets the boy down again. “Jimmy, introduce yourself.”
The boy's chin rises and he stands proudly. “I'm James Tiberius Kirk.”
Spock cocks his head to one side. Fascinating.
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing: Currently none (eventually Spock/Kirk)
Rating: PG (this chapter)
Summary: After Spock is faced with violence on Vulcan, Amanda moves them to Earth where his safety is less of a concern. Their neighbors are Mr. and Mrs. Kirk, and their grandsons Jimmy and Sam.
A/N: This is currently a Work in Progress, which I am horrible with an I cannot promise that it will ever be completed, though I'm rather fond of it so far.
Word count: 1132 (this chapter)
Chapter One
Earth is nothing like Spock had imagined. Spock has been taught Earth's history alongside Vulcan's, has seen holovids of Earth and read several PADDs, but to see it in person is a different experience altogether.
The temperature is drastically cooler than that of Vulcan and Spock is grateful of the warm coat his mother had helped him put on before they had exited the shuttle. There is wind, something almost unheard of on Vulcan, and it carries a chill and the taste of salt upon it. The air is humid and wet, the feel of it strange on Spock's skin and in his lungs as he breathes.
Earth is very bright. Vulcan is closer to its sun, which burns large and hot in Vulcan's sky, but the ground itself is burnt red while Earth is colorful. Grass grows across the ground in different shades of green, flowers blossom in colors Spock has never seen outside of pictures and holovids, and in the distance the ocean sprawls, its depths swirled from pale blue to navy with purple in between, until it meets the blue sky at the horizon.
His mother's hand rests on his back and he stays close to her, pressed almost against her leg. There are more beings on Earth than on Vulcan. Though the humans are the majority, Spock sees two Orion women walking on their way to the hover-car and a group of Andorion children playing in a park they pass on their way to their new house. There are other beings, as well, beings that Spock does not know the names for.
It is a twenty minute drive through San Franscisco from the dock where the shuttle had dropped them off at to the neighborhood where Spock and his parents would be living. Spock's maternal grandparents had found them their house and seen to the modifications that would make it more comfortable for Spock and his father. The house appears to be a lavish, two-floor dwelling, painted a rich shade of red, with white shutters and a dark green door.
“Why is it painted?” Spock asks his mother.
“Humans decorate their homes, much in the manner that they decorate themselves. It is considered to be an outward presentation of their own personalities. We can remove the coloring, if you would like, Spock.”
Spock shakes his head, “The effort would be an illogical waste of time. It may stay.”
He does not say he enjoys the colors Earth has to offer. He does; he finds them intriguing and... pleasing. It is an illogical appreciation and he is aware that his father would not approve, so he keeps his thoughts to himself.
There are gardens all around the front of the house, even pots of plants resting on the stairs that lead to the door. His mother pauses to smell at a pale pink flower and her lips curl into a smile. Spock tilts his head in interest.
“Come smell, Spock. These are roses. They are a traditional Earth flower, often given from one human to another as a sign of affection. The flowers bloom in a variety of colors, each of which symbolizes a different emotion which the giver feels for the receiver. Pink symbolizes gratitude and admiration, yellow friendship, white purity and platonic love, and red romantic and passionate love.”
Spock reaches out and takes the stem, jerking his hand away when something sharp pierces his finger. He stares as blood whelms and his mother catches his hand in her own.
“Careful,” she says, “Roses are beautiful, but their stems contain sharp thorns. It is a reminder that love brings pain as well as joy.”
“Fascinating.” Spock says and his mother smiles. She brushes her thumb across the point of his ear and then urges him away.
“Come, Spock. Let's go inside.”
Their home on Vulcan had been a simple abode, with just enough rooms to suit their purposes: the kitchen, a bathroom, two bedrooms, his father's study, and the communal den. This house is much, much larger. The lower floor alone has several rooms and his mother gives him names for them as they tour it: kitchen, bathroom, living area, den, study, library, dining room, foyer. All the different terms make Spock's head spin as he tries to commit them all to memory, asking questions about point and purpose and receiving frustrating vague answers in return. The second floor has several more bedrooms than they require, each with overly large closets and personal bathrooms.
“I know that it is different from Vulcan,” his mother says, her thumb against his ear and her eyes upon his father, “But that is, to a degree, the point.”
“It will suit us, Amanda.” Spock's father says evenly, and settles the discussion.
Spock finds that his favorite part of the house, however, is the backyard. It is enclosed with high, dark green hedges and in full blossom; flowers seem to grow and flourish across every inch. There is a fountain of water in the center of the colorful garden; an illogical waste of water, but very pleasing to the eye.
Something hits Spock in the middle of the forehead.
In confusion, he reaches up a hand and pulls a plastic red...thing that had stuck there. A second one suddenly hit him in the cheek and Spock startles, taking several steps back as a boy suddenly jumps out from behind a tree.
He is a human child, with blond hair and blue eyes like Spock has never seen. He's dressed in dirty clothing, his feet bare and covered in grass and dirt, and he's holding a plastic phaser in one hand, aiming it at Spock.
“Die Romulan scum!” the boy shouts and another red projectile hits Spock in the chest, falling down to the grass.
“Jimmy!” a second voice yells and an older human woman is scurrying through a gate between the hedges. She grabs the human boy by the back of his clothing and lifts him from the ground, settling him easily on her hip. She flushes red when she looks at Spock, “I am so sorry, Jimmy is -”
“Nana,” the boy wails, “Let me go! I want to kill the Romulan!”
“Jimmy!” The woman sounds scandalized. Spock watches with interest as his mother joins him from the house.
“I am not a Romulan.” Spock states evenly.
The boy looks at him with distrust. “You look like one.”
“I am Spock of Vulcan, not of Romulus.”
“Oh. Sorry.”
The woman sets the boy down again. “Jimmy, introduce yourself.”
The boy's chin rises and he stands proudly. “I'm James Tiberius Kirk.”
Spock cocks his head to one side. Fascinating.