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The next story in the series. Enjoy!


Title:Holiday Time
Rating: G
Pairing: S\Saa
Summary: Spock and Saavik have a run-in with a certain holiday plant.
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“Even in space we celebrate the holidays, here on board the Enterprise.”
It was December 20th, and Captain Kirk was speaking to the ship's crew, who were packed into the recreation area.

“The holidays are a time for joy and goodwill towards all- beings. Let's get into the spirit a little. Maybe help decorate or give a gift to your fellow crewmates.”
The crew just looked at him.

“And for a special treat, I'm going to hang some mistletoe around the ship, and also- regulation 23.6 will be lifted for rest of the year. That way you can enjoy the full- er- effects of the mistletoe without getting discharged.”
Saavik glanced behind Kirk to look at her lover, Spock. He was as unreadable as ever. Does he know what mistletoe is? For Saavik, with her limited knowledge of Terran customs, didn't know of the “kiss under the mistletoe” tradition. Probably. I'll ask him later, after the Captain is done with us.
Kirk surveyed the crew, not finding any excitement.

“Dismissed.”
They dissipated quickly, not hanging around in case they were ordered to sing carols while they worked. Saavik slipped into an alcove while Spock and Kirk talked, waiting for the Admiral to leave. She watched with some interest as Kirk took a small bag out of his pocket and removed some sprigs of green vegetation. Was this the captain's new hobby? Collecting obscure plant matter? Spock took a piece and studied it carefully before saying something to Kirk, who nodded. Spock took his leave then, and stepped into the lift. Saavik slid into it also just before the doors closed.

“Sir.”She stood at attention, for during the day she was his pupil, not his lover. During the night was a different story, however.

“At ease, Saavik.”
She noticed that he still held the sprig in his hand, and gestured toward it.

“May I ask what that is?”
“This is Viscum album, commonly known as mistletoe.”
“Er- why is it so important to the Admiral?”
“There is a Terran tradition dating back to medieval times that if two people meet underneath a sprig of mistletoe, they must kiss.”
Saavik's eyebrows shot up, and he corner of Spock's mouth quirked up. She is still a child in some ways. I don't think she will ever lose her insatiable curiosity.
Saavik stood there, staring at the little piece of greenery on Spock's palm, trying to think of why the Terrans would associate this prickly stick with romance. She looked up when the doors opened to reveal the good Doctor McCoy, looking grouchy. Spock placed the mistletoe into Saavik's hand before moving to greet the doctor.

“Where have you been?” Bones inquired with his usual grace just after telling the lift to go to the mess hall's level.

“Listening to the Captain's annual holiday speech.”
“Good God, I forgot all about that. Was it a good thing I missed it?”

Spock quirked an eyebrow.

“Don't you raise that eyebrow at me, Spock! Anyways, didn't he say he was going to do something new this year?” Bones reached over and stopped the elevator.
“Yes.”
“Well, what was it?”
Saavik chose this moment to come out of the corner, holding out the mistletoe.

“This, sir.”
The doctor took it off her thin palm and studied the prickly plant.
“And how does Jim propose to keep a hold on this ship with mistletoe hanging all round the place?”
“The captain has his ways.” Spock replied coolly.
“Do you think he's really this desperate for a woman?”
“Doctor-”
“Maybe I should hang some up in sickbay and have Jim come in for his physical, then disappear with a bottle of ale. Give Chapel something to look forward to.”
“Doctor-”
“And I bet he's got the whole crew putting this stuff up all over!” Chuckling, McCoy told the lift to resume. Spock appeared to give up on saying his say and just stood there, watching the doctor. The doors opened to show a hungry James Kirk.

“Bones- I didn't see you at our little gathering. Playing Santa?”
“No Jim, I was studying a particularly engaging set of laxatives-”
The two set off, happily abusing each other.

“Didn't the captain want to use the lift?” Saavik asked her mentor when the two men had turned the corner.
“The captain changes his mind frequently.”
“That is illogical.”
“Yes, but one must overlook some things in order to operate with others.”
And on that note, the pair joined the stream pouring into the mess hall.

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The morning of Christmas Eve dawned as well as could be expected in outer space. Saavik awoke to the sound of Captain Kirk's voice over the P.A.

“....And tonight, as a special treat, we'll be having a Christmas party in the recreation area this evening. All are welcome, and you aren't required to go. And as a final item, be on the lookout for some rouge mistletoe sprigs from now on. Captain out.”
She groaned and rolled out of bed, searching for her hairbrush. I'm really not in the mood for another illogical Terran tradition. But moods were emotions, and it would be good to give the captain some extra holiday, as he put it, cheer.
Once she got her mane of hair under control and dressed, she made straight for the mess hall, for her Vulcan metabolism made her ravenously hungry overnight. Afterwards she reported to the bridge as was usual- and found it nearly deserted. Uhura was at her console, Spock at his, fiddling with something scientific. He looked up at the sound of Saavik's footsteps.

“Ah, Lieutenant. I take it you did not hear the captain say that the crew had a holiday today as well as tomorrow?” Mentally, he was playfully poking fun at her for oversleeping.
“No sir.”
Uhura looked up. She looked exhausted, with circles under her pretty eyes and smudged makeup. Empty cups littered her console.

“Lieutenant Uhura, may I suggest you rest and I take over your station?”
Uhura smiled sleepily.

“Oh, yes please.” She got to her feet and wobbled for a second before finding her balance, collecting the cups, and half-staggering off the bridge. Saavik sat down and placed the mike in her ear.

“Saavik.”
She turned. Spock was watching her.

“Yes sir?”
“Do you really wish to work today? It is a ship-wide holiday.”
She answered him through their minds. Any time with you is a holiday to me.
One could almost see a shadow of a smile playing over Spock's face as he turned back to his work.

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The day passed rather quickly, too quickly for Saavik's liking. Half an hour before the party started a couple new recruits came in to manage the bridge while the others were at the party. Saavik secretly wished she was one of them, but followed Spock out just the same. In her quarters she changed to her “fancy” clothes; a pair of silver robes and loose hair. She met the doctor in the halls as she made her way towards the party.

“If I may, Lieutenant, you look very nice this evening.”
“Thank you sir.”
“I was wondering if you could do me a favor tonight.”
“Yes doctor?”
“I put some of that mistletoe up in sickbay, and Chapel's on night duty. Could you tell Jim sometime tonight that I want him in sickbay?”
“Doctor, I cannot tell a lie.”
“It wouldn't be a lie as such 'cause I really do want him in sickbay- just not for me.”
Saavik smiled slightly. “I will try, sir.”
“Thank you.”
They reached the door, which McCoy opened for her. She nodded her thanks and stepped inside.
At least it was crowded. There were drinks everywhere, and she saw, for the first time, the concept of “kissing under the mistletoe”, for there were two rather young recruits lip-locked in a door frame. She also noticed that everyone was politely ignoring them and trying not to walk too close. She declined a drink of ale and went to find Spock.
He was talking to the captain, who, she was somewhat pleased to see, was in a jovial mood. He should be easy to convince. Just before she approached them, she turned to look for the doctor. He was standing a little ways away with a cup of punch. She caught his eye and made a tiny gesture towards Kirk. He nodded, grinned, and slipped away out the a side door. Saavik drew a deep breath and walked up to Spock and Kirk.

“Excuse me Captain- but Doctor McCoy wishes to see you in sickbay.”
“Really? Whatever for?”
“The doctor did not elaborate, sir.”
“All right, well, I better go. See you later, Spock, Saavik.”
Kirk wound his way through the crowd and out the door, watched by the two half-Vulcans.

“Saavik- did the doctor really want him?” Spock said quietly.
“Sir, I cannot tell a lie.”
He looked at her, raising an eyebrow.
“Doctor McCoy stopped me in the hall and asked me to pass on the message.”
“I see.”
Spock got drawn into conversation by other crew members, and Uhura talked with Saavik for a bit. She only half-noticed when the door opened and let in a mischievous-looking Doctor McCoy. He came over to the two women with a grin on his face.

“I think you'd wanna come see this.” he said quietly.
“See what, doctor?” asked Uhura.
“I put some of that mistletoe up in sickbay and called Jim in.”
“Doctor! I didn't know you and the captain-”
“No, no, no- I wasn't there. Chapel was.”
“Ohhh.” Uhura smiled.
“What say you both to a celebratory drink?”
Saavik followed the Terrans though she knew she wouldn't drink their “alcohol”. She had had a taste when she was a small child and it had made her violently ill, on top of tasting foul. Spock never did find out that it was Captain Kirk who had given her that taste of “whiskey”. And if she had her way, he never would. Stop these illogical thoughts. What has passed has passed.
She politely declined the glass of whiskey that the doctor offered her and leaned slightly against a door frame. She looked at the two Terrans across the room, still kissing each other madly. If Spock and I did the same... even without regulation 23.6, it would be frowned upon. She smiled to herself, recalling the passionate nights they had spent....
She stood there for some time, looking down at the floor and remembering, long frame leaning against the doorway. Unbeknownst to her, Spock was watching, picking up on her musing thoughts. Perhaps the time was right....
He slipped around the chatting people and past the lip-locked Terrans to stand beside Saavik. She looked up, startled out of her thoughts. He smiled at her with his deep brown eyes, and she returned it with a kiss- through her eyes, though. They both leaned back, Spock's arm quietly slipping around Saavik's waist, around her beautiful robes. That's when the good doctor saw them.
Grinning, he gestured for Spock to “look up!” He did, took in the sight, and looked back at the doctor, plainly thinking “Are you mad?” McCoy made a little “hurry up!” gesture with his hand, looking towards the other door. Spock, a little wary, turned to Saavik, who was still looking at the floor. He touched her chin gently with one long finger, causing her to look up, surprised.
Won't we be caught?
Perhaps. Remember, the regulation has been lifted.
I find it hard to believe that you would-
But she never got to finish her mental sentence, for Spock leaned down and kissed her sweet mouth gently. To use a Terran term, 'what the heck.' Saavik thought, and then her body went on Spock-o-pilot, arms folding around him, lips kissing him back, sheer bliss.......
After a minute or two she became aware of the catcalls that were shrieking through the room. Surfacing, she saw the entire room staring at the two ensconced in the corner. Even the amorous Terrans from across the room had made a brief return to the Starship to whistle. Struck by a sudden thought, she looked up-
And saw the tiny clump of greenery grinning down at her.

More soon!

Greetings From The Loner...

I'm at our neighbors 'cause M&D are in Walla Walla at the penn. Not to stay, there's a powwow down their and some of our boys are in that hell-hole. Mostly to stay for good. I'm not allowed to go, being a minor. So.

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Greetings, and Happy Mothers Day!

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WARNING: RATED NC-17 FOR A SEX SCENE AND TALK OF SEX. COULD BE A PG-13 IF YOU ARE REALLY LAX. IT IS NICE SEX. THIS IS ONE CASE WHERE "MAKING LOVE" FITS.

Author Spockoid 31
Title: That's What Friends Are For
Pairing: S\Saa
Rated: NC-17 for sex
Summary: The promised continue of 'Tea and Mops", exactly where I- or rather, they, left off....also, Doctor McCoy shows some rare caring for our favorite Vulcan. This is only my second fan fic (and first sex scene, so be gentle- ooh, bad pun), and I feel I may have tested the limits of canon-ness. Did I overstep? Tell me!
Disclaimer:Star Trek and all related stuff belong to Paramount, blah blah blah =)
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-and then Spock felt the raw, instinctive urge to mate that he must have gotten from his mother. He slowly slipped out of his heeled boots, only to find that Saavik had done the same. Then, slowly, she rose against him and pulled her shoulders out of her jacket, before reaching up and doing the same for him. Then Spock saw a glint of mischievous curiosity in her dark eyes, and then her hands were at his shirt, pulling it off. She wriggled out of hers, exposing her under-uniform. Spock decided to work on the pants, which came off easily enough. The under-uniforms went the same way, and soon they were naked in the bed, Spock on top of Saavik with a pretty good erection. Saavik was ready for him, though she was a tiny bit nervous deep down inside, but she hardly noticed it through the yearning. When his emerald green organ touched the outside of hers, her body spasmed and she felt damp all over, though she knew it wasn't orgasm. Then she lost all salient thoughts and Spock slid gently inside of her.
They moved between the sheets, finding a rhythm suitable for both of them. When they found it, Saavik really did have an orgasm, so powerful that she almost crushed Spock as she pressed him too her, nearly in pain with ecstasy. Spock knew what had happened, and the thought of it made him come too, the orgasm starting in his mind and traveling all down his spine. When it reached his genitals it took charge and blasted hot, thick semen into Saavik. She wriggled and giggled, not used to to the strange sensation. They kept moving, and then, almost in a dream, they reached to the others psi points and melded, in body and soul. The bond was strengthened when they came simultaneously, and they could see the others' "stars" in their minds. They slowed to a halt soon after that, and fell asleep, warm body curled around warm body.
Saavik awoke first next morning. She rose, was surprised to find herself naked in unfamiliar quarters- and then she saw Spock's dark head on the pillow, the sheet covering his nude form. She smiled and went to find the bathroom.
Spock came into the bathroom while Saavik was having a sonic shower, and knocked on the frosted door. She opened it, and he stepped in with her, enjoying the soothing sensation of being cleaned. This was made all more pleasing when Saavik kissed him, and soon they were turning off the shower and going back to the bed. When they surfaced again, Spock got Saavik a robe while he washed and dressed, for he knew that while they were both naked, they would never get anything done. When Spock was out of the shower and in uniform, Saavik showered, and while she was getting dressed a call came in.

"Bridge to Spock. Bridge to Spock."
"On screen."
Kirk came on.
"Spock, where the hell are you?"
"Forgive me Admiral. I have appeared to overslept." Which was not a lie- they had slept quite a bit later than usual.

"Overslept? Spock, are you ill?"
"No Admiral."
"Well... when can we expect you?"
"I was leaving when your call came."
"Right...Spock- is there- is there someone else in your quarters?"
"Sir?"
"I thought I heard something."
Saavik, knowing that Spock could not lie, ran out the door, avoiding the screen. Once outside, she waited, listening.

"No Admiral."
"Right... by the way, is that Lieutenant Saavik in sickbay? Only I can't find her anywhere."

Saavik chose this moment to press the entry button.

"Excuse me sir- someone is at my door."
Spock moved away to let Saavik back in.

"It is Saavik, sir. We will both leave for the bridge at once."
"Right- good. Kirk out," he closed, after trying (and failing) to read the Vulcan's eyes.
"It appears we are both wanted on the bridge, Saavikam."
"Yes sir." Saavik answered seriously, but Spock felt the tease in his mind. They turned and walked out, together this time.

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On the bridge, Kirk was watching Spock with some concern. Spock had never overslept before, never! And he seemed- well- if Kirk hadn't have known better, he would have said that Spock was preoccupied. His long fingers weren't as nimble as they usually were, and though he had not actually made a mistake yet, he had come close several times. Saavik was different too. She seemed happier than she had in recent weeks. In fact, Kirk realized, she was the happiest she had ever been since her arrival on the Enterprise. Good news from home? Kirk thought. Or- something else?

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That night, Kirk waited for the mess hall to empty, holding Spock back.

"Spock- I want you to report to sickbay."
"Sickbay, sir?"
"Jim, Spock. Yes, I want you to get a physical. Bones has got it all set up, he just needs you."
"Jim, I must say that I am in immaculate health."
"All the same. You once said you were fine before, Spock, and you were actually dying. Report to sickbay- and that's an order."
And on that note, Kirk left.
Spock stood in the empty room for a few seconds, pondering. Then had no choice but to go to sickbay.

"Well now, there's the sick little Vulcan." said McCoy the instant Spock stepped into the room.
"I can assure you that I am in perfect health, Doctor."
"Jim doesn't think so, and from what he tells me you sound pretty damn sick!"
"Doctor-"
"No arguments. Get on that scanner. I've orders to send the results to Jim."
And Spock had no choice again. The scanner will give a detailed list of all my "activities" within the past 48 hours. He will know- but Saavik will not be harmed. It cannot know whom I mated with.
McCoy flipped on the scanner and waited for the print out. It took a few minutes, but soon the good doctor was holding two sheets of paper, both printed with tiny writing.

"Okay, first day was pretty normal for you. Next day- also normal, had meals, but it looks like you didn't slee-"
He broke off and reread the few lines of text. And re-reread it. Then he looked down at the Vulcan, who was looking steadily back at him. McCoy's mouth opened, and then shut again. He read it yet again.

"My God- well, Spock- you seem to have me at a loss for words."
"That is rare, Doctor."
This was, normally, asking for a insult, but McCoy was too shook up to give one.

"Can- can you explain this?" he asked, handing Spock the sheet.
Engaged in coitus for two hours, multiple orgasms. Slept. Woke. Eliminated wastes. Engaged in coitus for an hour, multiple orgasms. Consumed fruits and liquids. Engaged brain in activity- and here Spock stopped reading, for he knew what he had done for his work.

"What is there to explain, Doctor?"
"Well- it's just.... I never would have expected it. Not of you. And especially not while on the ship! My God... who was she?"
"I would rather not answer that, Doctor."
"Why?! You know the rules better than I do!"
"Precisely, Doctor."
"But then..... oh. Oh... I see. Dammit Spock, did it have to be that hybrid? You could have chosen anyone else and you had to choose the Vulcan-Romulan girl?!"
"Doctor, I could have 'chosen', as you put it, no other. She also chose me."
"But she's a new recruit! Sure, having sex is a great way of getting to know each other, but it's not you!"
"I have known Saavik since she was a small child on Vulcan."
"Ah."
"And Doctor- may I say that I was a little surprised myself?"
"Surprised? You?! You, Mr. I-Can-Read-Your-Brain-Patterns? How could you be surprised?"
"Not easily, Doctor. Now, it you don't have any other use for me. I will go resign." Spock stood up and tugged on his jacket.

"Wha- resign?! Why in hell do you need to resign?!"
"I have broken regulation 23.6, Doctor. That 'no romantic or sexual relationships shall begin or be nurtured whilst on board the Starship.'"
"I see."
There was an uncomfortable moment while McCoy looked at the abandoned sheets of paper, re-reading the condemning lines.
"Spock-"
"Yes, Doctor?"
"Never mind. Your mind is made up, then?"
"Yes Doctor. I would rather resign than be discharged."
"Well- what about what's-her-name?"
"Doctor?"
"Saavik. What about her?"
"She is not incriminated by the readout."
"But isn't she breaking the regulation too?"
"Yes Doctor, but she can make the decision whether or not to resign as well."
"Which would you rather?"
Silence.
"Logically, I would see her resign for breaking the regulation."
"And illogically?"
Spock paused before answering.

"I would see her stay."
"I see," McCoy said again.
"And now, Doctor, I bid you goodbye."
"Aren't you going to say goodbye to Saavik?"
"Perhaps. Live long and prosper."
And giving the Vulcan salute, he left.
McCoy exhaled and looked at the paper. He couldn't let Spock leave. It would devastate Jim when he did; also he was bound to discover why Spock had resigned sooner or later. What can I do?

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Spock was in his quarters, folding his uniform when the call came.

"Kirk to Spock. Kirk to Spock."
"On screen."
"Spock. Bones just sent me the results from your scan."
I wanted to resign first. "Yes, Admiral."
"And I wanted to apologize for making you have a scan."
"Sir?"
"You are in perfect health, apart from that little sleep issue. I was a little concerned that maybe you were in the- er- what was it?"
"The pon farr, sir?"
"Yes, I wondered if you were in pon farr again. But you are not."
"Yes Admiral."
Silence. Why isn't he discharging me?

"Oh, and by the way- perhaps you know what is wrong with Saavik?"
"Wrong, sir?" Spock said, startled out of his thoughts.

"Yes, she seems almost- vacant."
"I will ask her after the evening meal, but I suspect it is of unimportance."
"Right. By the way, why are you wearing your- uh, robe?" For Spock was wearing his black Vulcan attire, ready to leave. By way of answer, he treated his friend to a raised eyebrow, which seemed to have the desired effect on Kirk.

"Yes, yes, you have your reasons. Kirk out."
And the screen flashed off.
Spock leaned against the bed, puzzled. Had he read the wrong sheet? No, that was highly unlikely. He needed to go back to sickbay and re-read the paper. But first he had to change back to his uniform and find Saavik.
Ten minutes later, he and Saavik were locked in a passionate embrace. He could feel his hungry erection rising, and fought to keep his mind logical.

"Saavik- pleasing as it is to engage in coitus with you, it must wait until tonight. I must go to- I have some things to do. I came here to see if you were all right."
"Yes, I am fine."
"Then I will take my leave of you."
"Yes sir." But through their bond she said, See you tonight.
He startled McCoy so badly when he glided silently into sickbay that the good doctor dropped his Saurian Brandy.

"Dammit Spock, you snuck up on me!"
"My apologies. Doctor, I need to see the same read-out that the Admiral read."
"What you need is a.... (here the doctor mumbled to himself darkly.) It's over there on the scanner." Spock read the paper.
Slept for 8.2 hours, eliminated wastes, consumed fruits, engaged brain in activity of the right and left lobes... he stopped reading and looked up at McCoy, who was smirking.
"Why, Doctor?"
"Well, because I didn't want to see this ship lose the finest science officer I've ever known."
Spock raised an eyebrow, and McCoy hastened to add, "And Jim and the others would miss you- a lot."
Spock wasn't sure what to say to that. He glanced back down at the sheet.

"Thank you, Doctor."
"You're welcome, Spock."
Now they were both lost for words. After a few moments Spock turned and left, thinking.
He found Saavik by the bridge, testing some lights for the Admiral. He couldn't sneak up on her, though. She turned and stood at attention.
"At ease."
She relaxed and looked at Spock.

"I told the Admiral that I would ask you if you were all right."
"Yes, I am."
"He said you were almost vacant."
"I was a little distracted, yes. It did not affect my work."
"He wished to be sure that you are not ill."
"I can assure you that I am in perfect health, sir."
The corner of Spock's mouth twitched up for a few moments and he put his arm around Saavik. She had sounded exactly like him, trying to get out of the scan. They finished checking the lights and went to the dining hall for the evening meal, Spock removing his arm of course. They couldn't sit together at the table due to protocol, but they could still "talk" in their minds.
After the meal, Spock went to Kirk and asked to be excused for an early bed. Kirk, a little surprised, granted it.

"Making up for lost time, Spock?" Kirk was referring to the Vulcans slightly worrying lack of sleep, but inwardly Spock smiled.

"Yes Admiral. That is exactly what I am doing."

Another sequel coming soon!



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OK, so was that bad or just sad?

I'm deffo not the best writer, and this was edited at four in the morning when I couldn't sleep, so there's probably a few mistakes somewhere.

Oh look, it's getting light outside! And I hear a chickadee singing already.

More soon.

Live Long And Prosper

Greetings. You are straying into Brain Dropping Territory.

BOOKS:

My favorite authors:

DOUGLAS ADAMS (R.I.P) !!!!!!!!!
TERRY PRATCHETT!!! (so sad that he has Alzheimers. I almost cried- and I never cry!)
Joan Aiken- I love her short story collections. My fave is Not What You Expected. You should totally read it. It's not a little kid book AT ALL.
Most Meg Cabot, though they all seem to follow the same story line. Read a couple books from different series and you'll see what I mean.
Jane Yolen, especially The Pictish Child, from her Tartan Magic trilogy.
Lloyd Alexander- especially his Prydian Chronicles, I think they're called?

I can't think of any more authors, but the line of books continues:

Evernight- Claudia Grey. Totally excellent, Gothic book about vampire love.
Harry Potters 1-5. After 5 Harry was a total ***hole, no offense to fans, but he yelled a lot. (Though he did finally get up with Ginny!!!) 'Course, he is a teenager with some serious issues in the parenting department. And the whole Voldy thing isn't exactly helping. But I am a total Snape fansie. (OK, Alan Rickman fansie. God, he's sexy in that outfit!)
Freaky Green Eyes-?. OK, here I must gloss. Mom and Dad banned it before I could actually read it, because it was "too creepy, violent, and adult" for me. Hello, I write R-rated suicidal fan fictions! But they don't know that. It is at the top of my list because it is banned. Like Gaz.


ARRGHH!!! My mind is a blank! I will add more as I remember them!

MOVIES:

MIRRORMASK!!! MIRRORMASK!!! MIRRORMASK!!! (If you have not seen this, you have not lived. Truly. Watch it. Then get the soundtrack.)

Any Cirque Du Solei movies or performances!!!!! (I am going to join them if I get my parents permission- or maybe without it even.) Watch first the actual Alegria performance and then the movie that was made from it! Marvel at Frac! (Rene Bazinet.)

Moulin Rouge! (If you have not seen this, for some reason, watch it and get all four soundtracks. Try www.thepiratebay.org
That's where I get most of my music.)

STAR TREK MOVIES TOS 1-6!!!!! No Generations or Enterprise for me, and deffo no TNG, VOY, or DS9. Yuck. Just give me TOS, please, forever.

The Corpse Bride. I like creeps and I like claymations. The two together are bliss.

The Nightmare Before Christmas. See The Corpse Bride.

A Fish Called Wanda, and not the other one about a zoo or whatever that was. I mean the Micheal Palin, John Cleese, Jamie Lee Curtis, and Kevin Kline version. The R-rated version. The one with cutie Micheal Palin. (Have you heard [or read] his books?)

The Fifth Element. The French ROCK! "Supergreen!"

Robin Hood: Men In Tights. WAAY better that the orig. w\ Keven Costner. MEL BROOKS ROX! All of his movies do! Watch them all! Blazing Saddles! Young Frankenstein!

All the PIXAR films, but if I have to watch The Incredibles one more time, I shall scream. Dreamworks isn't so bad either.

THE FULL MONTY!!! Why didn't I think of this earlier? I looooove Robert Carlyle!

Marilyn Hotchkis's School Of Dancing (I think that's the name. Maybe I fudged it. Sorry.) My first taste of Robert Carlyle. I went and looked up the Hamish Macbeth series after that, and even my mom called him cute in those. (No, she does NOT know about any of my crushes!)

There are more, but I can't think of any.....

MOVIES THAT SUCKED:

The original Robin Hood. What was with Kevin Costner? His accent (or lack of one) was CRAP!!! And Alan Rickman (Snape!) doesn't look half as good in that costume as he did in his Snape one.

Dances With Wolves. Do not even get me started on this. Besides that Kevin Costner is still CRAP, would any Indian anywhere crawl through the dirt in their best clothes and beads? I think NOT! They got 90% of all things Native wrong anyway, never mind the clothes thing. Grr.

The Mistress Of Spices. OK. The girl was gorgeous until that one bit at the end when she ditched the sari and braids and went to have sex with Duffy Dorky McDermott. (And, what sux more is that Dylan McDermott and I have the same birthday.) I mean, does that guy EVER shave? At least he could let it grow to a beard sometime! And he looks like that in REAL LIFE! How could anyone kiss him? That stuff would hurt! The plot was a little predictable too, and if it weren't for Dorky, it could have been a really good movie.

Jumper. I did not actually see the whole thing, but my mom did and told me all about it. From what she told me and the previews I saw, the whole thing was a cheesy, sucky, feel-good movie. Which are the worst.

God. I must be going senile, 'cause I can't think of ANY MORE! That is the bad thing when you sit down to actually make a list. You can't remember half of what you know is supposed to go on it. With any kind of list.


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How about another fan fiction?

This was my first ever fan fic, so be gentle. If I have gotten something blatantly wrong, let me know and I will fix it.

An all-ages story.

TITLE: Tea and Mops
Rated: G
PAIRING: S\Saa
SUMMARY: A Spock\Saavik "first love" story. V. romantic.
This is my first fan fic, so please tell me what you think at bugzaboo@gmail.com! Please!
DISCLAIMER: Star Trek and related stuff belong to Paramount, blah blah blah...=)
Enjoy and Peace!

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"Uhura- do you know much about- Captain Spock?"
Lieutenant Saavik's voice shook ever so slightly at the mention of her mentors name.

"I know a few things, like that he's half-human, half Vulcan, but you probably knew that too- right?"

"Yes. I did know- but that's all. I was hoping that perhaps you could assist me in finding more information."
"Well, let's see..... he is a good friend of Admiral Kirk, his father is the Vulcan ambassador Sarek, um.. what else, oh, his wife is the Vulcan T'Pring, residing on Vulcan..."

Wife?!
Saavik heard no more, though Uhura was still talking. Her head buzzed strangely, the world swam, and she knew she must find a private place to collect herself- quickly!

"Excuse me, Uhura- thank you very much, but I must go now. My apologies." Saavik turned and ran down the bridge, through the doors, and to a supply closet near the kitchen, leaving Uhura in mid-sentence and wondering. Saavik sat down on a crate and covered her face with her hands, to ashamed to let the tears show even to nothing. She wept silently for how long, she didn't know. Strange how quickly you heart can break. Then, suddenly, she heard a familiar voice outside the door, and she froze.

"Uhura, have you seen Lieutenant Saavik?"
"Last time I saw her was about an hour ago, Mr. Spock."
"Thank you."
Then the doorknob turned, and Saavik leapt up, hands flying to her face in terror. He'll know! He'll know I've cried! Then the door opened, and Spock was looking in at Saavik.
If she hadn't have known better, she would have said the look on his face was one of surprise.

"Lieutenant?"
"Yes sir."
"May I ask what you are doing in here, and what happened to your face?"
"I was looking for some cleaning fluid, sir, and I hit my face on the mops."
"I see." Silence for a moment while Saavik looked at her feet, willing her face to go back to normal, and Spock looked at Saavik.
"Lieutenant?"
"Yes sir."
"Do you wish to come out of there?"
"Yes sir."
Spock moved aside to let her pass as Saavik left the closet. Spock shut the door behind her and turned to face his student.

"Are you all right, Saavik?"
"Yes sir."
"I see."

The look in his eyes made her wonder if he really did see. She must not show her feelings! She mustn't! She could not fall in love with her teacher- and he could never, ever love her back.

"Perhaps you should go to your quarters, Saavik."
"Yes sir."
Saavik turned, and walked quickly away. Spock watched her go with a sobering knowledge filling his mind. His student had been crying, and she had lied rather than show weakness to him. What he had to say to her could wait. She needed privacy now- and so, he discovered, did he.

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At dinner, Saavik was exceptionally quiet, concentrating with all her might not to look up where Spock and Kirk were sitting. This was hard, as they were quite close, so close that she could hear their speech- and Spock could pick up her mind patterns. She mustn't think about him.
She sighed and laid down her fork, looking at her untouched food. She couldn't eat. How could she, when her heart was broken clean in two?
Unbeknownst to her, Spock was watching Saavik and taking in her full plate. She was more upset that he had realized, but she must have been quite moved to weep in the first place. Though Romulans are emotional, the Vulcan in her should have balanced that out quite a bit. He watched her until Kirk got up, and he realized the meal was over. Saavik rose quickly when she noticed the others leave, and she nearly ran through the doors. Spock counted to ten then followed her.
By the time he reached the bridge, he could just barely hear her running footsteps far down a hall to the left. He followed, now running also, and soon her heard a door open, shut, and a very quiet sob.
He slowed, turned a corner, and found himself facing another supply closet door. He was about to open it when he heard another sob, quieter than the first, and thought better of it. Searching his pockets, he produced a slip of that thin Vulcan plastic and a light pen, wrote on the plastic " Meet me in my quarters when you are ready to come out of there. Spock." and pushed it under the door. He heard a light switch on, a whisper of the plastic, and a quiet, "Oh no." Spock turned and left as silently as he had come.
When Saavik did come out 15 minutes later, she went immediately into the nearest washroom to smooth and wash her face. At least it wasn't red anymore, if a bit moist. She left for Spock's quarters, avoiding eye contact with anyone. When she arrived at his door, she took a deep breath and then pushed the communication button.

"Lieutenant Saavik reporting as ordered, sir."
"Come in, Saavik. I believe you could use some tea."
Oh gods she thought as the door slid open. The sweet aroma of Vulcan spice tea wafted through the doorway, making her stomach jump. Willing herself to appear calm, she stepped through the doorway to see her teacher in a black robe, preparing the tea.

"Ah- Saavik. Have you tried Vulcan spice tea? It calms the mind and stabilizes the senses."
"No sir. Romulans mainly drink Romulan ale."
"This is just as potent though not intoxicating. Here-" and he handed her a carved, slightly smoking blue cup. She sipped experimentally- and a wave of calmness broke over her. Suddenly everything would be all right. She would get through this interview and back to her bed where she would sew up her broken heart....
Who am I kidding? Get over Spock that fast? Impossible!
Spock gestured for her to sit on his bed (the only seating available) and sat next to her. She passed him the cup and looked at the floor as he sipped. They did that for a while, just sharing the tea and not speaking a word. At last Spock spoke.

"You were upset earlier, Saavik."
"Yes sir."
"May I ask why?"
"I'd rather not say, sir."
Silence for a moment.
Saavik inwardly cursed her Romulan side, and her tears. They had to show at that particular moment, didn't they!
"Saavik, you are emitting some distressing emotional signals."
Just stop thinking, Saavik. And for the gods sakes', don't think about him!

"May I ask what made you weep earlier?"
Saavik experienced a sinking feeling in her stomach, though the tea had calmed her nerves a little.

"Sir, how did you know?"
"There were no mops in that particular cupboard."
"Oh."

Dammit, I'm supposed to be Vulcan! What am I doing with all of these emotions? Romulans don't cry easily! So what-
"Cursing your emotions will not help."
Saavik looked at him, shocked.
"You can read my mind?"
" I cannot, as you said, 'read' your mind , but I can 'read' the patterns coming from your brain. Also, your facial expressions clarify your thoughts."
Saavik said nothing as she tried to wipe her mind. Forget it. Just don't think about why you were crying. If you do that, (hollow laugh) you're dead.

"Saavik." Spock took the cup gently from her loose hold and placed it on the low table. He turned back to her, and a little chill raced down her spine. "Why were you upset?"
Saavik was totally disarmed by the simple question, even though he had asked it earlier. Her shock deepened when Spock put his long hands on either side of her face and gently turned her to face him. He saw the utter heartbreak in her eyes and suddenly got a premonition as to what had happened. Saavik was unnerved by the depth and, surprisingly, warmth in his dark eyes. Searching deeper, he was about to aks for a meld when she broke.

"You're.... m-m-married..." she whispered, her voice faltering. He saw the tears well up in her dark eyes again, and as they spilled onto her pretty face he wiped them away.

"Ah. I see..."
He pulled her a little closer, like a weeping child, but she pulled back, shaking her head.

"Saavik- I am not bonded. Early on into our original 5-year mission, T'Pring chose another. I have not seen her since."
At this Saavik really did cry, more of relief than pain. She still made no sound as the tears flooded her vision, but she did not pull away from Spock as he drew her to him, closer this time, and, quite humanly, hugged her. He found that her head fit perfectly in the hollow of his shoulder blade. Fascinating.
He eased her face away from his shoulders and put his hands on it again. Her tears had ebbed substantially, though she still had a little shock in her eyes.
"Saavikam." One word. One name. That's all either one needed to hear. Spock leaned forward and filled the micro-millimeter space between their lips. The kiss was sweet and resonated with pure love. When they finally broke apart, Saavik's tears had stopped completely, and her heart was singing. Spock's was too, though he wouldn't admit it, being a creature of logic.

"Perhaps the Terrans did come up with something- I think pleasing is the word." Spock whispered. Saavik's eyes lit up with un-laughed giggles, and she answered him with a kiss of her own. Saavik's hands slipped around Spock's strong body, and his slid off her face to encircle her lower back. In the midst of a most passionate kiss, their hands rose simultaneously to the others temple, and they joined- in body and in soul. They began to lower down onto the bed, their kisses growing hotter and more passionate, searching the others soul. They were finally laying on the bed, Spock on top of Saavik-

I'll continue it soon....


So.
Did that suck?
I think the cliffhanging bit at the end did, so I will post the sequel tomorrow. The reason I separated the two is that the sequel, as you may have guessed, is R-rated. Or NC-17. Either way, I would have had to rate the whole thing adult, which is not fair to the first bit.
I think it could use some suggestions. What say you?


Live Long And Prosper,
Spockoid

Greetings!

A quiet day- so far...
Yesterday, at the library, I found a couple hillarious Star Trek mash-ups. One: The Kirk\Spock Luv- AKA The Lost Gay Episode. I will try to track down the site where it came from and link it. Two: Lene Taylor's The Truth About Kirk And Spock. Don't be put off by the the mellow 40's music at the beginning. Rated NC-17 for mentions of oral sex between Kirk and Spock. Again, I will try to find it...

Now I shall drivel, drabble, and blither cross-eyed badger spit. You have been warned. =p

You know what some good songs are? (Retorical question.) "Believe", by The Bravery. Another one? "You're Gonna Go Far, Kid" by The Offspring. Then Rihanna- SOS (to the tune of Tainted Love!) and Depeche Mode. All Depeche Mode, though I prefer Marilyn Manson's do of "Personal Jesus" to their original.

You know what some sucky songs are? (Retorical again.) Cat Stevens. No offense, but after you've heard one, you've heard them all. Also Carly Simon. And, no offense to lovers, most Paul McCartney. The Beatles are okay, as are John Lennon (R.I.P *sob*- and he was cute in his 20's! Have you seen his eyes? They're like a cats!) but not plain Paul McCartney. My dad loves him, so we hear a lot of him.
Okay, I have a feeling that this is a dangerous topic. Moving on....

WARNING: IF YOU LOOOOOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT WIN***S AND HATE LINUX OR IF YOU ARE (a) BILL GATES OR (b) STEVE JOBS, READ NO FURTHER!!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! CONTAINS EXPLICIT LINUX LOVE!!!


Check that bit about Bill Gates- if you are him, read on and feel the waves of torment because Win***s is only #1 in the US... Linux is all over the rest of the ENTIRE world! And the only reason Win***s Explorer (what an oxymoron) is the #1 web browser is that the crappy Win***s operating systems will most often crash your computer and sue you if you try to install Firefox or Seamonkey or any of the other Linux browsers.

Sorry. I hate Win***s. But you probably guessed that rather early on.

BEGIN THE LINUX LOVE TIRADE:

Can you customize Win***s? I mean REALLY customize? More than changing your avatar or wallpaper or icons? I didn't think so.
WAIT NO MORE! Switch to Linux!
I have included some screenshots of my Wolvix so you all can see what a customized version looks like, and later when I get my StarSlax done- uber personal Slax with a Star Trek TOS theme!- I will post pics of that too.
AND- as all Linux systems are all TOTALLY FREE you will never need to pay another $90 monthly fee to Win***s, PLUS you will never get sued in any way for infringment or whatever other bullcrap Microsoft makes up just to be ***holes.
And that's not all!!! What do you do if Win***s crashes, or gives you "the blue screen of death" or gets a virus despite all your expensive Microsoft anti-bug firewalls? There's only one thing you can do short of trashing the damn thing- pray. Pray HARD. Win***s won't do ANYTHING to help you.
In Linux- Wolvix for example, which I am using right now, say a program crashed and froze your mouse. Don't pray just yet- FIX IT! Key-command (you can program your keyboard to different shortcuts uber-easily, BTW) up a Terminal and type in "xkill" and just click on the thing you want to kill. Over in seconds, no hassle, no sweat. And in a super-extreme case, you may have to restart your machine, either manually or with a "reboot" command.
Try doing anything even close in Win***s.

And here's the REAl kicker:
WIN***S SPYS ON YOU. THEY REALLY DO. THEY ALSO SELL YOUR INFO.
In Linux, there is no info to sell.
And I do have firsthand experience with the Win***s spying business.
My mom was listening- only listening- to a CD (I think it was Goldfrapp) in her Win***s XP- running machine. (I know. She has one- ONE!- program that must have Win***s.) Within minutes- MINUTES!!!- the computer had gone into red-alert copyright mode- AND CRASHED.
This was a pain in the *** because we had to rebuild the damn thing TWICE.
But the real kicker?
The computer began acting really strange-like, crashing when we tried to play certain files and when we put a CD in the tray to hear it. After a while Dad got fed up and -in Linux- tracked down the source of the problem.
Guess what it was?
Windows spyware.
All those times we had gone online after rebuilding the laptop, those few, simple strings of code had sent a detailed inventory of ALL of our- well, my parent's- files to Microsoft. Including all our music, pictures, documents, e-mails, and Bob-knows-what else.
Well- after discovery, Dad tried to just delete the nasty little f***er- but guess what?
It moved.
It moved its little *** faster than greased lighting to some obscure Win***s directory we had never seen before.
It took two days to crack the nasty little spy and "modify" the code somewhat.
I won't tell you in detail what we did in case Bill Gates really does read this, but for the name we wrote "fubill."
Hah.

But it was too late. Microsoft now has Mom and Dad's computer in their database.

Not mine, however. I just got it this Christmas from my parents. It had Vista on it when it was bought, but that was bulldozed before I even got to touch it, let alone get online.

And there is more. But it is probably way to boring for most of you who. If you feel it would not be, e-mail me at bugzaboo@gmail.com
No hate mail there. Tell me on this site. And anyway, I warned you before I started the rant. So really, you have no basis for sending me hate mail.


Well, that was a fraction of a peek into my views. That will probably be the closest to politics I will ever get on this site, as I can't even vote yet. And I think it is rather dangerous to bare your political views to people you don't know, especially online.

So....

On another topic, THE STAR TREK MOVIE OPENED TODAY! (I wrote this May 7th)
The only reason I am even thinking of going to watch it is that the old Spock, Mr. Nimoy, is in it. That is all. The new Spock, no offense to him, looks NOTHING like the old one! The original Spock was drop-dead fiiiine, whereas this Quinto guy- well, for starters, his nose isn't big enough. (And I mean face-nose, not the other "nose".) Plus his face is lopsided and un-symmetrical, and how about that Kirk?
OK, OK- I'll shut up about them now. I've already been quite heated about it with a Burger-King guy who said that the original Spock "wasn't much to look at."

On to another ST topic....
The wild, wacky world of fan fiction.
Some of my faves are Saavant- www.geocities.com/saavaant (yes, two 'a's for the address), Farfalla-

Oh geez- gotta go right now or risk groundation!

Live Long And Prosper

Greetings.

Welcome to my brain! You have seen the totally crazy stuff I will blurt out at any time, and been exposed to my stories. Well, one of them. Now I will tell you a little about me.

NAME: Spockoid 31 (bonus points for all you who figured out the number bit!)

LOCATION: USA, Washington State

AGE: Hmm, maybe later.

SEX: Female and proud!

HOBBIES: STAR TREK TOS! Freezing the screen on certain pictures of Spock, writing fan fic, dreaming of Spock, making Star Trek wallpapers for my computer, acting out Star Trek scenes with Playmobils (explanation and possibly photographs later), spouting bits of Trek triva at the worst moments, reading Leonard Nimoy's books, hoping madly that Leonard Nimoy will actually answer my letter I sent in January....

Other hobbies include reading Douglas Adams (R.I.P., *sob*), possibly the best sci-fi writer in the known universe.. no offence to Issac Asimov, but Douglas Adams is *funny*, reading and listening to Terry Prachett (second-best sci-fi\fantasy wirter in the known universe- Death is my favorite character), reading in general. Another big thing is computer programming and hacking various Linux operating systems, which ROX! WOLVIX ROX!!! Everybody should try Wolvix! It is free to download and you can change it and copy it without getting sued, unlike Mac or Win***s. Go here to learn more : forums.wolvix.org
I also write the Wolvix newsletter under the name Saavik.

Still more: Being a geek and enjoying it! Yes, I have a pet rock and wear glasses, as well as have slightly pasty skin from being in front of my computer screen programming. The rock's name varies. Today she\he\it is Globular Cluster #197,034,000. GC for short.

And still more... listening to music. A short list of the best is: Lily Allen, Green Day, Beastie Boys, Iron Maiden, Leonard Nimoy, Dido, Jem, Kerli, My Chemical Romance, Muse, Flyleaf (some of it- only some), Marilyn Manson (have you heard his redo of "Personal Jesus"? It is soo good!) Linkin Park, Rihanna, Morcheeba, Ingird Michaelson, Bjork, The Ting-Tings, Sneaker Pimps (who rock!), M.I.A, Katy Perry, Bloc Party, Of Montreal (who also ROCK!), Blue October, Coldplay, Panic! At The Disco, P!nk, and, last but not least, the Gorillaz.
Wow. That's a lot.

Another couple: Cooking and, crazy as it is, cleaning. I actually like to clean.

BEST FRIEND: My kitty-kitty, Waldo. AKA Cat. Also a certain group of trees who I go hang out with sometimes. (No, I'm not stoned or drunk or high or crazy. Just lonely.)

ONE-WORD-DESCRIPTION (besides geek, which I have already said): Punk.
And I don't mean Hot Topic punk, I mean the real definition of punk, the home-made ones who set their own schedule and don't care what anyone thinks of what they look like. And, though this blog is semi-breaking this rule, they are v. anti-social. Which the Hot Topic punks aren't. They go there with their friends and hang out and the whole nine yards.
Being a punk is not the reason why I talk to trees and my best friend is my cat. I decided to be a punk after years of failed friendships and shunning. So I have tried...
Okay, sorry. This is not a whining blog! This is a happy blog where I can be myself!

WHAT I DO IN THE DAYTIME: School.
WHAT I DO IN THE NIGHTTIME: Write, read, sleep.
WHAT I DO ON WEEKENDS: Go talk to my tree friends, write, go walking or ride a bike, sew my clothes, embroider, listen to Richard Dawkins, STAR TREK MOVIES!

Gotta go.
Live long an prosper,
Spockoid 31.

Greetings, Terrans.
I am Spockoid, and this is my blog. Content will vary, from rants to Star Trek fan fiction.
To begin this electronic "first time", I will post one of my fan fics. They are all strictly TOS and of varying ratings. Please heed them. (The ratings, I mean.) I say this because people tend to get mad if they don't have a forewarning of an R.
Not that there should be many R's. Mostly PG-13's, so far.

Here it is:

WARNING: RATED R FOR A REASON!!!

(There, I said it.)

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Title: Teasing Saavik
Author: Spockoid
Pairing: Saa\Daa
Rated R
WARNING: Underage sex scene and suggstion.
Summary: 13-year old Saavik feels the Fires. Lots of knocking on doors and blushing, sorry.
Disclaimer: Star Trek and all related characters (but not Daamien, I made him) belong to Paramount!
Feedback: bugzaboo@gmail.com
Peace! (and long live Leonard Nimoy!)
p.s. Happy Birthday to Mr. William Shatner!

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"Please, please, please?" begged a young Saavik.

It was market day in Spock's village, the last one of the month. Spock usually went, but he left Saavik at home with a science journal or something of that nature. Today, however, was Saavik's 12th birthday, and she was sick of staying home.
Spock looked at her, brain whirring. She was still learning to control her emotions, that was true, but she didn't fly into one of her rages like she used to. Perhaps, just this once?

"Very well. Brush your hair and you can come."
Saavik skipped off. Spock had only been waiting for about 40 seconds when she came back, unruly hair tamed somewhat. She was composed all the way to the market and through the vegetable and fruit stands, but then she saw the refugee Romulan children playing a game.
Instantly her dark eyes lit up, and she turned to Spock.

"Can I go play with them?"
Spock surveyed the children, slightly apprehensive. He knew there was a definite risk involved either way, but it was increased by letting her go. Then his human side whispered, *It's her birthday*. He cautiously allowed her to go, telling her to keep nearby. She scurried off and joined in their rough, ragtag game.
After her first couple rounds, a scruffy boy with a angular, dirt-streaked face began to tease Saavik. She brushed it off at first, immersed in the game. But as his taunts became more and more unbearable, she felt her anger stir. She cast a wary eye around and saw Spock watching her from a spice stall. The look he gave her was unmistakable. She sighed and returned to the game.
They roamed around a bit after the next round was over, darting into alleys and niches here and there. The boy began to tease Saavik again, this time about her mixed blood. She bore this considerably well- but then he insulted Spock.
She vaulted over the low wall that separated them and jumped down on top of him, throwing him to the ground. Then she proceeded to bang his head into the dust while squeezing the breath from his body, all the while saying things that would make a full Vulcan blush. Seconds later, though it seemed like much longer, she felt a strong pair of hands pulling her
away. She kicked until she recognized the calm voice that was speaking. Then she drooped, knowing that, though she was never truly punished, she would be in trouble. Spock stood her against the wall and examined the boy, who was sporting several bruises and a nosebleed, among other things. Spock took him over to a medic before coming back to Saavik. She looked down, knowing she had given in to her anger. A hand on her shoulder guided her back home, her eyes blinded by angry tears.
Perhaps he noticed the slight shudder of her shoulders, for Spock sent her to the bathroom to clean up before coming to the kitchen. Either way, Saavik was grateful to clean her muddy cheeks and tempestuous mind.
Spock was making the midday meal when Saavik entered the kitchen, not looking anywhere but her feet. Spock handed her a knife and a bowl of ploomiks, which she proceeded to peel and cut. Spock began to talk when she was halfway through the task.

"Why did you injure that boy like you did, Saavik?"
She waited a moment before answering, quietly, "He insulted- everything I know."
"Such as?"
"My- my Vulcan blood. Home. You."

Spock suddenly remembered his own boyhood, the jeers and threats and missing school things-

"He's done that before."
Spock looked down at the small form, deftly peeling the vegetables.

"You know him?"
"Not know. I've seen him out the windows and around the school. He's called Daamien."

Spock, who had been preparing himself to lecture about meditation and control, suddenly found he had no will to. Though Saavik had been wrong, she was clearly waiting for a reprimand, which meant that she knew what she had done was deplorable, especially on Vulcan. *That is an improvement.*

"What does he do?"
"Little things. Like hiding my books so I'm late for class and walk on my heels."
*That's why they're scabby.*

"And why have you not spoken of this before?"
"You didn't ask."

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Saavik wasn't allowed to go to markets for two weeks after that. She spent her time reading, meditating, and studying various aspects of biology and astronomy. There were no outbursts, no arguments, and no more Daamien incidents.
Spock found out that Daamien was, like Saavik, an orphan from the Romulan wars, shipped to Vulcan with some fleeing families. He had quickly been tagged as a troublemaker, playing those little pranks that boys his age are fluent at. Having no solid home, the boy wandered the deserts, camping and scrounging, trying not to kill but having no choice. To Spock, this sounded hauntingly familiar.
The next day he went to the refugee camp.

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Saavik was doing some calculus exercises when a grubby boy with an equally grubby knapsack came into the room. She stood up, recognizing Daamien and preparing to bash him with the nearest book, which happened to be a dictionary. She had just picked up the hefty volume when Spock put a hand on her shoulder.

"Saavik- go make some tea."
She whirled around angrily, but it was no use. She trudged off to the kitchen, where she proceeded to bang just one pot rather loudly. Spock took Daamien's knapsack and led him up the narrow stairs, past Saavik's open door and Spock's closed one, to a study converted to a bedroom. It was as big as Saavik's, though less welcoming with the Spartan furnishings
and bleak view, but to Daamien it was a dream come true. Daamien took his knapsack and put it carefully on the bed before looking round at the remaining books. He wasn't about to say that he couldn't read. Then Spock was guiding him to the bathroom and showing him how to work the sonics, which enthralled the boy. Spock suggested he wash before having his
tea, and Daamien readily agreed. Spock gave him a toothbrush and a set of neatly folded clothes before going down to the kitchen.
Saavik was trying her best to make the tea, but instead she had produced a rather burnt liquid that clumped in the glasses. Spock asked her to get some fruit before quietly disposing of the inedible substance and preparing some more. While Saavik chopped and Spock stirred, he told her that Daamien was going to live with them now, instead of camping in the desert. Saavik thought about arguing but knew that it was no good- and she remembered how grateful she was when Spock took her in. Instead, she set the bowl of fruit on the table and arranged the tea tray, adding another glass.
Spock was pouring the tea into the jug when Daamien came into the kitchen. Saavik stared, not recognizing the scruffy boy who she had bashed against the ground. His hair was clean and combed, though he was in need of a haircut. He was wearing a standard Vulcan tunic and pants, with the customary soft, fitted boots. He had never worn anything but loose makeshift sandals before, and the boots made his feet feel squeezed. His face was definitely Romulan, with it's sharp jutting cheekbones that no Vulcan had, the different slant of his brows, and the spark of rebellion in his coal-black eyes. Spock held out a cup of tea to him, and Daamien accepted gingerly, sniffing it's contents experimentally. He sipped when he saw Saavik eagerly drinking down the spicy liquid, and his hollow face broke into a smile. They sat down, each on their own side of the table, drinking tea and eating fruit.
Spock told Daamien about their life here on Vulcan, in this house, and the few rules. Daamien would go to school, study, and meditate with Saavik, and no fighting would be tolerated. They weren't allowed to enter the other's bedrooms without expressed permission, and no putting vinegar on the other's toothbrush. In short, no pranks. Daamien's chores were also set; he would empty the food scraps into the compost bucket on the back porch and he and Saavik would take turns doing the dishes.
The rest of that day was a bit of a blur to Saavik. Spock cut Daamien's hair, showed him around the little house and gave him beginning lessons in meditation, as he had done for Saavik, who watched all this over the top of a book.
That night, after supper, came the real test for the two youth. They had to venture up the stairs and ready themselves for bed without fighting. Daamien, still clean from his shower that afternoon, just used the toilet and brushed his teeth before going to his room, nodding at Saavik as he passed her. She watched him go, feelings threatening to
overwhelm her. Why did he have to come live here? she thought, under the sonic stream. Then she caught a flash of memory as it whizzed by and grimaced. She knew why. But did it have to be Daamien?

- - - - - - -

The next two months passed quickly for them all, with Daamien settling in and Saavik getting used to setting another place at the table. Spock watched them both carefully, and after the first six weeks or so he began to notice a pattern in Daamien's behavior. He would goad Saavik to the point of violence, then skip away laughing, leaving her enraged and in a corner. This was, in a way, good for Saavik- she had been excelling in her emotional control and could now meditate as long as Spock without straying, but it was never good to tempt Saavik back into her old ways. After one particularly risky incident, Spock decided to talk to Daamien.
He knocked gently on the closed door that night, just before bed. Daamien opened it, his still-skinny torso bare. They sat on the unmade bed, Spock looking round at the drawings
tacked all over the walls.

"Daamien, I have come here to talk to you about Saavik. I think it is unwise for you to- ah- incite emotions in her."

Silence.

"Why do you provoke her?"
Silence for a moment, then a quiet voice.
"I- I've been doing it for a long time."
"How long?"
"3 years."
Three years.

"Now is a good time to break the habit. Saavik would have struck you earlier. I cannot permit either of you to venture outside the house until you behave."
Silence. Spock cast a glance down at the boy- and stared. How could he have missed it? And now there it was, here, in full view.
Daamien was in love with Saavik.
It was that simple. But did she love him back?
Spock had not spoken to Saavik about that certain emotion, nor about the mating and betrothal ceremonies. Perhaps it was time.
Spock rose and bade Daamien good night, shutting the door behind him. It was time to pay Saavik a visit.
Like Daamien, he knocked on her door, which she opened, wearing a night shift. She let him in, shut the door, and gestured for him to sit on the bed. Spock watched as she pulled her jacket on over the rather thin shift, knowing that the time for modesty was upon her. The open window yielded a warm breeze that molded the long skirt to her waist, and he saw
the new curves there. Saavik sat down on the windowsill facing him, carefully marking her place in the book she now laid aside.

"Saavik- what do you think of Daamien?"
Saavik immediately flushed emerald, despite her mumbled, "We don't get along."
"Oh?" Spock raised an eyebrow, causing her to flush even deeper.

"Y- yes. He pokes and prods and- and teases."
Spock said nothing, though the corner of his mouth twitched up. He decided to switch topics.

"Saavik, you may have heard talk about a certain emotion, love. Do you know what it does?"
Saavik bit her lip.

"Is that the one that makes people mate?"

Spock was as shocked as a (rather modest) Vulcan could be.

"Yes, that is one of the effects, though usually not the main one. Love is a- a feeling that causes a deep infatuation with another person or being, such as a mate or a Tribble. It can be quite a confusing emotion, and you shall probably encounter it, being half-Romulan."
"Is this when you tell me that not all babies are conceived in test tubes?"

Spock had been getting over his first shock, but a second one weighed in.

"Partly. You do know that not all children are conceived in test tubes, I assume?"
"Yes. I've known for a long time."
Spock let this go.
"I have come to ask you if you have encountered this emotion yet. It is not customary, but this is an exception due to your heritage."
Saavik leaned so far back she almost fell out the window. She chewed her lips until they bled before answering, "Maybe."
"May I ask who?"
"No."
Daamien.

"I apologize."
Spock rose.

"Now is not the time to pursue this subject. It *is* time for bed."
Then he did something he rarely, if ever, did. As Saavik opened the door for him, he reached out and smoothed a few stray strands of hair back behind the delicately pointed ear.
He felt her body shiver, and drew back his hand. She was still a child in many ways, but she was growing fast.
Spock got ready for bed, still lost in his thoughts. What would happen if they found out about the other? Hopefully the fighting would stop but- then what?
Spock drifted off into sleep, his dreams filled with Saavik and Daamien and "what-ifs".
Daamien did cease to annoy Saavik for a (short) time, but soon he was at it again, teasing, goading, and otherwise nettling the girl. She showed remarkable restraint, only throwing a (missed) punch once, and even Spock had to admit that he had it coming.
But all that changed when Saavik felt the Fires.

- - - - - - -

Daamien had been living with them for almost a year now, and they were both 13 years old. The bickering had died down to a moderate banter now and then, like Spock and Doctor McCoy in a way.
Saavik hadn't been feeling well for a week or so before she noticed the strange feeling growing in her chest. Spock had given her antacids, but her uneasy stomach prevented her from eating anything. She put all of her remaining energy into her studies, hoping that this would pass before Spock noticed. Then she woke up on the ninth day to find her entire body shaking, and her body was scorching hot, like molten lava. She dressed with difficulty and slowly wound her way downstairs, late for breakfast. Spock took one look at her and sent her right back up to bed. She never made it, collapsing halfway back up the stairs, blackness engulfing her. She was slightly aware of strong arms lifting her up and tucking her under covers- and then she felt nothing but a strange, raw urge that engulfed her entire being. What was it? She didn't know. Was this the love that Spock had told her about? Surely not- unless what she had been feeling before was not love. But what was wrong with her?
The world came washing back in sick little waves as she came 'round, her bleary eyes not quite focusing on the poster-ridden ceiling of her bedroom. She looked around cautiously and saw that Spock was sitting on a chair by her bed. This shocked her quite a bit, and her body threatened to black out again. Closing her eyes, she only opened them when she heard the quiet beep of a scanner, and a sharp intake of breath from Spock.
His face was impassive, but his dark eyes betrayed his surprise, and he took another long breath. By now, Saavik was staring, heart racing, wondering if she was dying. After a few long moments, she opened her cracked lips and squeaked out, "Spock?"
He seemed to remember she was there, and looked at her, eyes refocusing. He helped her sit up partially and gave her a glass of water, which she drank thirstily. She set down the empty glass and sat up all the way, her head spinning.

"Spock?" she tried again. "What's wrong with me?"
Spock seemed to be having a hard time speaking; his voice faltered.

"You- you are- you are in the pon farr."
"What is that?"
"It is similar to K'Reler. You have heard of that?"
Saavik's thin cheeks colored. "Yes." *Hell of a way to be told.*
"The plak tow has set in."
"Er-"
"Saavik, surely you know how the Fires are traditionally quenched?" said Spock desperately.
"Er- but I can't do that."
"You need to meditate. The Fires should abate in a few days, but you must remain in meditation until then."
"Why so long?"
"Because if you surface in the middle of the Fires, it will be nearly impossible to return, and you would be in danger of death."
*Oh.*

"But what about the other girls my age?"
"They have been bonded and prepared, which I have neglected to do."
"I'm quite- quite happy that you haven't bonded me, Spock."
Spock heard what she really meant. *It's not your fault.*
He stood up.

"We need to take you to Mount Seleya, where you can be given instruction in meditation. There is a special technique-"
But then Daamien's familiar face appeared in the doorway, and Saavik became aware of her (developing) chest, barley shrouded in her thin shift. She passed out again.

- - - - - - -

Saavik woke up and instantly regretted it. She was on fire, her skin was rough and molten, her world was fuzzy. There were flames all around her, clouding her vision and coating the walls in a red-hot lacquer. She stood up, shedding the shift and throwing open her windows, letting the slight night breeze wash over her body.
So it was that when Spock came up to her room with some water, he found the totally naked Saavik hanging halfway out a window, her entire body flushed a deep green. He called her name, and she whirled around, eyes lit by a new fire.
When he saw those wild eyes, Spock knew she was no longer aware of anything but the Fires, and he also knew that meditation wouldn't help her now. His fears were confirmed when she scampered toward him and seized his hand, folding down all the fingers but his index and middle, matching it with her own. He pulled away, seeing the torment in her eyes and feeling her scorching hot body. He shut the door behind him and ran to Daamien's room.
The boy was, strangely, still up, though it was well past midnight. Spock explained what Saavik needed quickly and rather breathlessly. Daamien's face understandably flushed as he heard what Spock asked of him.

"Please, Daamien- this is of a purely biological nature now. It is also an emergency."
"E- emergency?"
"She is in death's shadow now, and if the Fires continue unquenched, it is a matter of hours."
But they both knew it wasn't just biological to the two parties involved.
Finally, Daamien nodded. He didn't really have a choice.
Spock led him to Saavik's room, a room previously forbidden to Daamien, and he still hesitated a moment before entering. Spock thought about coming in with the boy, but he knew
they would never mate in front of him. He did whisper something in Daamien's ear before the door closed, something that Daamien was glad to know.

"She knows what to do- just go along."
Then the door shut.
Saavik was crouched on the floor, and Daamien got the shock of his life to see her bare skin. She drank him in for a moment before she realized he was an unbonded male, and therefore a possible mate. She approached him quickly and stripped off his pajamas, then half-led, half-dragged him to her bed. Daamien's brain, meanwhile, had been working overtime until it reached a conclusion. Here was a girl that he was madly in love with, and she wanted very badly to sleep with him. Who was he to interfere with her wishes?
Incredibly soon they were in her bed, his cock hardening almost instantly as he felt her white-hot skin beneath his. On Romulus they had foreplay, and he began to stroke her body to get her aroused. This was apparently unnecessary as she grabbed his hand and pressed it to her soaking wet vulva.
*Okay, I get the point.*
He slid into her, and came instantly. She must have as well, for her body flushed deeper with that special color. They found their rhythm, experimenting with different strokes and techniques. The long night wore on, so to speak.
Around dawn, Spock got up the nerve to peek into Saavik's room, only to see that every single window was steamed up and the blankets were thrown on the floor. He decided that things must be going well, and didn't care to see what was going on in the bed. As he closed the door, he heard a quiet groan from Saavik, and a soft blush erupted on his face. Very well.
The plak tow, which had been halfway over when Daamien was "introduced", ran it's course in about two more days, during which Spock had been quite embarrassed. Also, he had seen a little bit of what they were doing as he put a water jug on the bedside table, and, quite frankly, he had no idea where they had picked it up. *Those positions are for the young- in this case "very" young,* Spock thought as he made his way downstairs.

- - - - - - -

When Saavik awoke from her erotic daze, she was a little startled to find herself wrapped around Daamien in her bed with both of them naked. In fact, she jumped up with a yelp. Spock must have been passing by her door, for he knocked. Saavik opened it before remembering that she wasn't wearing anything. Spock looked away as she scampered to find a covering. When she returned, her skinny legs protruding from under a long tunic, Spock got a good look at her for the first time in three days.
She looked exhausted, with her matted hair sticking to her pale, sweaty skin. There were circles beneath her eyes, and she appeared to be trembling slightly. Spock reached out and felt her forehead, and he almost smiled. She was back to normal now, but she was looking rather confused. After a moment, she spoke.

"Spock- why- what happened?"
Spock cleared his throat slightly and looked down at his feet for a moment before answering.

"Do you recall me telling you that you were in the plak tow?"
Saavik furrowed her brow. "I think so," she said after a bit.
"Shortly afterward, you lost consciousness, and when you awoke, you were on the verge of dying. I do not expect that you remember much from that time."
"I remember being on fire."
"Yes- and meditation would not have helped you then, even of you could have calmed yourself for long enough. So-"
Saavik's eyes widened. "Who- not you."
"No. Daamien."
She teetered like she was going to fall over, but instead she turned to look at the stripped bed and the equally stripped boy who was sleeping on it.

"Oh," was all she said. Her cheeks were violently colored.
"Perhaps you would like to wash, and then eat something," suggested Spock. She nodded, still looking at Daamien, but she followed him to the bathroom. For the first time since her arrival, he showed her how to run a water shower, a precious extravagance on the desert Vulcan.
As the cool liquid ran down her legs, Saavik shivered, partly because she was encountering a new substance, but mostly because she had just remembered what she and Daamien had done. *My God- where had we learned "that?!"*
She washed her hair and let the water run over her body for an extra moment before shutting it off and wrapping her now chilled body in a towel. She looked at her reflection as she brushed her teeth, and saw something new in her eyes. What was it?
She returned to her room to dress and found Daamien searching for his clothes in the pile of sheets and blankets. He was still naked. Saavik looked away, embarrassed, and turned her back on him to dress. She threw him the towel and gestured towards the bathroom, and he got the message.
After he left, she took the sweaty bedclothes and their clothes down to the laundry, putting fresh sheets on her little bed. The room reeked of sex, so she flung open the windows to air it out while she attacked her tangled hair. She smelled food cooking below, and her stomach grumbled painfully. When was the last time she had eaten?
A quiet knock interrupted her thoughts. Saavik whirled around to see Daamien, wet hair plastered to his forehead (and dressed), standing in her doorway. They both blushed richly when their eyes met, but they didn't look away. Daamien came and stood beside Saavik, holding out his hand for the brush. She gave it to him, and he began to brush out the tangles in her snarled locks.
He brushed for a long time, but while he was brushing, something happened between them. They needed no meld, no speech, just the air that carried their thoughts. They were semi-bonded now, like it or not.
When Daamien finished and gave the brush back, Saavik turned to face him. Her thought was to thank him for what he had done for her, and not just brushing her hair, but the words never passed her lips.
When she looked into his eyes, something clicked inside her- and she understood what Spock had meant when he had told her about love. This was love- pure, blissful love. It couldn't be explained or described, it just was....

Her brain kicked back in and told her to thank Daamien.
Her emotions kicked in and tried to over-rule her brain.
The two meshed in her nervous system and confused her neurons, so her body acted of it's own accord.
Saavik leaned forward and kissed Daamien softly on his lips.

- - - - - - -

Spock was at the door of Saavik's room, about to say that their meal was ready, but then he saw-
Daamien and Saavik were locked in one another's embrace, kissing fiercely.
Spock quietly shut the door behind him. After all, they'd already "done it", to use a Terran term. What more could happen?


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Sequel on it's way. And it will involve Spock in a relationship this time, like the other fics.
So, if that truly sux, write me at the e-mail above. Nothing inappropriate. I mean it.
Though that is a little funny following an R-rated story.


More soon.

Live long and prosper.

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