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The Blue Eyed Vulcan
Stardate 2266.358
Christmas Eve, San Francisco, CA
Jim Kirk watched as his crew lined up on the steps of Starfleet Academy, wishing he could let them go celebrate, instead of helping him look for a little runaway Vulcan girl.
“Okay, people, remember, we’re looking for a blue eyed, red headed Vulcan girl. If you need any more information, ask Spock.” He hated the idea of Spock’s daughter running away, but hated the idea of her being sent back to the planet Vulcan more.
“Does she have the ears like you, Commander?” Scotty asked. Spock shot him a look that instantly made Scotty regret opening his mouth. “Apologies, sir. Just askin’. It’d be easier to find the lass if ye’ tell us what she looks like.”
Jim knew Scotty was right, but chose not to take the opposite side of a furious Vulcan. Sure, Vulcan’s didn’t feel emotion, but Spock was not all Vulcan. He was half-human. Once his little runaway was found, his human side would temporarily come out.
“Yes, Mister Scott. She appears as a Vulcan,” Spock answered, a highly bitter tone in his voice. Sulu, Uhura, and Chekov exchanged nervous glances. They had never heard Spock talk like that, but they had also never seen him like this. In fact, they never even knew he had a daughter until he got the call from her caretaker. It was Jim who had told them that her mother was dead and Spock had an extreme dislike for her caretaker.
Jim, anyway, had walked over to Doctor McCoy.
“I’m telling you, Jim, once Spock finds her, he might just about kill her,” McCoy commented.
“Bones, he’ll kill himself before he’ll kill her.”
“I don’t know, Jim. He’s mad. You can tell.”
“You both realize that it is illogical to whisper so loudly that you can still be heard, correct?” Jim and McCoy both looked up. Spock stood in front of them.
“Sorry, Spock. What are you going to do once you find her?” Jim questioned.
“Personally, I feel like I’m going to kill her. I should sneak her into the Federation Postal system and ship her back to Vulcan.” McCoy snickered at that.
“I think that’s the most human thing I’ve heard you say, Spock.”
“It might just be.”
“Spock, you’re half human. You get a frantic call from your daughter’s caretaker saying that your only daughter ran away and you have to find her. That’s going to bring out your human side. At least, for a while,” Jim added.
“Sir, is that her?” Uhura interrupted, pointing to a girl in a gray coat. Spock hurried over. He looked at the girl for a minute.
“No, Lieutenant Uhura. That is not her.” Jim could almost feel Uhura’s heart sink as Spock walked back over to him and McCoy.
“I do not want my human side to show,” Spock said.
“It’s going to, Spock. No matter what you do.” Spock looked at Jim for a second, and then walked away. As soon as Spock walked away, Uhura and Sulu approached Jim.
“Sir, is Commander Spock’s daughter like the other…” Uhura’s voice trailed off. She looked to Sulu.
“Captain, what we’re trying to ask is...well...is Spock’s daughter like the other Vulcans?” Sulu asked.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, sir, is she also very...logical?” Uhura said. Jim smiled at their curiosity.
“No, she is not. She is extremely different.”
“Is she also half human?”
“Yes and no. Her testing came back and said that she is three-quarters Vulcan, but one-quarter human. She, ironically, acts the opposite. Once you meet her, you’ll understand.”
“Is that her?” Scotty said, making the trio look the other way. Spock rushed over to Scotty, looking at the person Scotty pointed at.
“That’s her. That’s definitely her.”
“Aye, lassie!” Scotty yelled out. The redheaded girl looked around, not realizing where the voice was coming from.
“Vanessa Kassidy Williams!” Spock yelled. The girl turned instantly toward Spock. Once she realized who it was, her face lit up and she started running toward the steps of Starfleet academy. No one who was there on those steps will ever forget the moment when the little redhead flung herself into her father’s arms, forcing him to twist sideways from the impact. Jim observed the rest of his crew as they watched the scene play out. There was McCoy, who looked obviously pleased, Uhura, smiling and looking like she was about to cry, Sulu, obviously relieved, Chekov, eyes full of fascination and wonder, and Scotty, who stood there slightly laughing.
“Alright, everybody, you're free. Go have a Merry Christmas.” Jim said, also eavesdropping on the conversation between Spock and his daughter. When Jim looked over, he realized that Spock and the redhead were still hugging. Spock was the one who let go.
“Don’t you ever, ever , scare me like that again young Vulcan. Do you understand?”
“Yeah. At least there were no death threats. You’re doing better than Natalie.”
“Your caretaker has been worried sick. As have I. If you ever do this again, I will make sure you stay on Vulcan permanently. Do you understand?”
“Yeah, I understand.”
“Good.”
“Dad?”
“Yes?”
“Merry Christmas.” Jim’s heart broke as he watched Spock pull his little girl into another hug. It was almost a perfect moment when she had merely said, “Merry Christmas.” Spock had let go and the redhead immediately saw Jim.
“Jim!” she yelled, running past Spock and tackling Jim around the neck. He didn’t fall over, but had to quickly catch his balance.
“Hey, Rebel,” he said, letting go after a few minutes. Once he let go, their little rebel saw McCoy.
“Bones!” she cried, then running into his open arms. He engulfed her in a hug that outscored Jim’s.
“Hey, little Vulcan. Oh God, I can’t even remember the last time I saw you. How old are you?”
“I’ll be fourteen in July.”
“Wow. You’re practically old enough to run the Enterprise.” Jim froze for a second, even knowing it was just a joke. He happened to like his captain’s chair, and had no plans on giving it up soon. A few minutes had passed, when a great boom had filled the sky. Everyone looked up to see the Christmas fireworks illuminate the sky. Jim looked over at Spock and his little Vulcan as they watched the sky, almost as if nothing had happened at all.