Pineapples
Title: Pineapples
Pairing: none, slight Sarek/Amanda
Rating: pg
Summary: Done for a SFHQ mission, using the chronometric prompt generator. Fluff featuring baby!Spock. I don't usually like portraying Sarek as an ass, but he kinda does come off like that in this one.
Spock stared balefully at the terran fruit sitting on the counter. He had been eagerly awaiting his father's return from Earth as Sarek would usually bring home a crate of exotic terran fruit for his mother. Spock had inherited his mother's taste for several of the fruits from her home world. Red Delicious apples were his most favored and although Sarek never spoke of it or his son's uncontrolled reactions when biting into the crisp fruit, there were often plenty of those apples in the crates he would bring.
Not this time.
In fact, this time ehre were not many of the fruits he was most accustomed to- different varieties of apples, pears and a watermelon or two. No, this crate held different smelling fruits, tropical if he remembered his mother's description correctly. Some he had never tried, but he was wary. Nestled in the crate, taking up a lot of space were several tall spiky fruits that he absolutely hated.
Pineapples. He allowed himself more than slight disappointed frown as he continued to stare at them. He found their taste so displeasing that he decided he hated their very appearance. His emotional reaction to the sight of the fruit made him hate them even more.
His frown growing, turning more into an open scowl, was not even tempered by the sight of his father's disapproving eyebrow as Spock kept glaring at the offending fruit. He decided that the very design of the fruit was illogical- the ultimate condemnation he could muster. If this fruit was meant to be consumed, why the, was it so armored against it? The fruit itself, obviously did not want to be eaten- suspending logic long enough to assign the fruit sentience. He knew his mother's hands would begin to itch and turn an unhealthy shade of red when she would begin to peel away the thick skin and cactus-like spikes. The two occasions which he himself had sampled the fruit had left him with a slightly itchy mouth.
His mother, on the other hand, seemed delighted by the fruits, leaning over to give Sarek a human kiss on the cheek and a quick hug for bringing her the fruits. Spock looked away , the tips of his ears turning a similar shade of green as Sarek's were at the open display of affection.
"May I inquire as to how and when we will be consuming the pineapples?" Spock asked. Perhaps he would be fasting that meal. Fasting was a good opportunity to show control over his body.
"I thought I would make a pineapple upside down cake and tonight we could have Hawaiian pizza, without the ham of course," Amanda repiled.
Spock's scowl deepened. Tow things he loved- cake and pizza, ruined.
Amanda smiled, reaching out to tousle Spock's hair. Aware of his dislike of pineapple she offered a solution. "I'll leave the pineapple off a portion of the pizza."
Sarek squared his shoulders. "You will do no such thing. You will not indulge him in this illogical manner. The pineapple pizza is adequate nourishment and meets the needs of the majority of this household. Spock, what does Surak teach us about the needs of the many versus the needs of the few?"
Spock wiped the scowl off his face. He knew that tone. "Surak teaches that the needs of the many outweighs the needs of the few," Spock replied formally as if speaking to a teacher in the classroom. "Or the one," he added in a softer voice.
That evening Spock did not go for seconds as he usually did when Amanda prepared pizza for their evening meal, eating only enough to prove to Sarek he would comply with the teachings of Surak- but not nearly enough to satisfy the needs of his growing body.
When he found the large Red Delicious apple sitting on his nightstand, he smiled as he ravenously savored the fruit. What his father didn't know, wouldn't hurt him... or Surak's teachings he reasoned.
Pairing: none, slight Sarek/Amanda
Rating: pg
Summary: Done for a SFHQ mission, using the chronometric prompt generator. Fluff featuring baby!Spock. I don't usually like portraying Sarek as an ass, but he kinda does come off like that in this one.
Spock stared balefully at the terran fruit sitting on the counter. He had been eagerly awaiting his father's return from Earth as Sarek would usually bring home a crate of exotic terran fruit for his mother. Spock had inherited his mother's taste for several of the fruits from her home world. Red Delicious apples were his most favored and although Sarek never spoke of it or his son's uncontrolled reactions when biting into the crisp fruit, there were often plenty of those apples in the crates he would bring.
Not this time.
In fact, this time ehre were not many of the fruits he was most accustomed to- different varieties of apples, pears and a watermelon or two. No, this crate held different smelling fruits, tropical if he remembered his mother's description correctly. Some he had never tried, but he was wary. Nestled in the crate, taking up a lot of space were several tall spiky fruits that he absolutely hated.
Pineapples. He allowed himself more than slight disappointed frown as he continued to stare at them. He found their taste so displeasing that he decided he hated their very appearance. His emotional reaction to the sight of the fruit made him hate them even more.
His frown growing, turning more into an open scowl, was not even tempered by the sight of his father's disapproving eyebrow as Spock kept glaring at the offending fruit. He decided that the very design of the fruit was illogical- the ultimate condemnation he could muster. If this fruit was meant to be consumed, why the, was it so armored against it? The fruit itself, obviously did not want to be eaten- suspending logic long enough to assign the fruit sentience. He knew his mother's hands would begin to itch and turn an unhealthy shade of red when she would begin to peel away the thick skin and cactus-like spikes. The two occasions which he himself had sampled the fruit had left him with a slightly itchy mouth.
His mother, on the other hand, seemed delighted by the fruits, leaning over to give Sarek a human kiss on the cheek and a quick hug for bringing her the fruits. Spock looked away , the tips of his ears turning a similar shade of green as Sarek's were at the open display of affection.
"May I inquire as to how and when we will be consuming the pineapples?" Spock asked. Perhaps he would be fasting that meal. Fasting was a good opportunity to show control over his body.
"I thought I would make a pineapple upside down cake and tonight we could have Hawaiian pizza, without the ham of course," Amanda repiled.
Spock's scowl deepened. Tow things he loved- cake and pizza, ruined.
Amanda smiled, reaching out to tousle Spock's hair. Aware of his dislike of pineapple she offered a solution. "I'll leave the pineapple off a portion of the pizza."
Sarek squared his shoulders. "You will do no such thing. You will not indulge him in this illogical manner. The pineapple pizza is adequate nourishment and meets the needs of the majority of this household. Spock, what does Surak teach us about the needs of the many versus the needs of the few?"
Spock wiped the scowl off his face. He knew that tone. "Surak teaches that the needs of the many outweighs the needs of the few," Spock replied formally as if speaking to a teacher in the classroom. "Or the one," he added in a softer voice.
That evening Spock did not go for seconds as he usually did when Amanda prepared pizza for their evening meal, eating only enough to prove to Sarek he would comply with the teachings of Surak- but not nearly enough to satisfy the needs of his growing body.
When he found the large Red Delicious apple sitting on his nightstand, he smiled as he ravenously savored the fruit. What his father didn't know, wouldn't hurt him... or Surak's teachings he reasoned.