You may have noticed that I don’t have a new chapter up of Where Do People Like Us Float. I meant to. I even started the new re-written chapter but I never quite got it finished and I just didn’t have the energy to finish it up last night, so I do apologize. When I do get it done, I will go ahead and post it.
I did update The Mysterious One. Next up should be The Sight and Nine Lives. Whenever I get them done.
I watched Young Frankenstein last night instead of writing. I plan to take it very very easy this weekend. I do have some shopping to do but for the most part I am going to do my best to be a shut-in. I’m a little burned out and a little depressed. It’ll pass.
Next week you can expect another chapter of Where Do People Like Us Float, The Experiment, The Mysterious One, and Nine Lives.
This weekend I plan to chill again. Watch some of those movies I mentioned, have some cozy time with M, do some necessary food shopping, etc.
Unfortunately it’s supposed to get windy on Monday which is never good and the temps are going up with it a little. Ugh. I’m still promised cool nights according to the weather so that’s a plus.
I got some more Christmas decorations. I ordered from Hallmark. A gift for a friend. And also, a new Heat Miser Ornament (he’s standing on a stove), a Link from Zelda ornament, the Naked Time Star Trek Ornament, the Tricorder ornament, a metal Enterprise ornament, a tiny teapot ornament for my sister-in-law, a tiny bird ornament (we get the new one every year), Aladdin’s lamp ornament, um, and I think that’t it. It should be! Damn,
Oh and I ordered a new crystal elf from Swarovski. And a gingerbread house from there too but that’s for the sister who is paying for that.
Jim grabbed a water bottle out of the fridge and downed the whole thing in just a couple of swallows. A least he was able to drink water without any additives. Then he went back outside and headed in the direction of Spock’s house.
There was no sign that anyone was outside, which was too bad, because Jim would have preferred not having to knock on the door. He really didn’t want to bother Spock’s mother.
He hesitated, biting is lip. He could just wait until Spock did come out. But that could take hours. Or he could just go back home. Not that he really thought of this place as home.
Riverside was home. Until it wasn’t. Part of him just wanted to go back there.
Jim went up to the front door and knocked. He had no idea what he was going to say if Spock’s mom opened the door.
But to his relief it was Spock who peered out at him. But the for a long time, Spock just stared blankly at him. Almost like he didn’t even recognize Jim.
“It’s Jim. You know. From yesterday.”
Spock nodded. “Yes, of course. Hello, Jim.”
“Um. Sorry to bother you, but I was wondering about the kitten.”
“Yes, I have kept the kitten and Mother has named her Butterscotch. You may come in and see her if you would like.” Spock opened the door wide to let Jim inside.
Jim grinned and entered the house. There was no sign of anyone other than Spock and he heard no noises.
“My mother is out,” Spock said, as though reading Jim’s mind.
Which Jim had heard was possible. Weren’t they some sort of telepaths?
“Are you mind readers?” Jim blurted out before he could stop himself.
At that, Spock arched a pointed brow, which Jim had to admit was cute. “That would come in handy for certain. Alas I cannot. Nor do other Vulcans. We are touch telepaths. And there are limitations there as well.”
“Yeah. Okay.” Jim nodded. “You’re my first Vulcan.”
Spock tilted his head. “Butterscotch is this way.”
Jim followed Spock to a bedroom he assumed was Spock’s. There was a strange instrument attached to the wall. “What is that?”
“It is a Vulcan lyre. I have been playing it since I was a small boy.”
“Yeah? That’s really cool.” Jim shuffled his feet. “Wish I played a musical instrument. But I’m not musical.”
“Anyone can learn, Jim. Would you like me to teach you?”
Jim’s draw dropped open. “You-you would do that?”
“I…well. I wouldn’t want to waste your time.”
“It would be no waste of time. My father taught me.”
“Is your dad here too?” Jim asked.
“Negative. He is on special assignment at present. Our residence here is temporary.”
“Yeah. Me too. I don’t plan on sticking around here either.”
Spock crouched down next to his bed and then when he rose he held the squirming orange kitty in his hands.
He could not keep the grin from his face. “She is so cute! Can I-can I hold her?”
Spock handed Jim the kitten,
She immediately started purring as he raised her to his chest. He rubbed his face against her fur.
“It is a shame you were not able to keep the cat for yourself,” Spock said softly.
“Frank doesn’t like animals. Or anything living really. I had a dog before.” Jim felt a dull ache in his chest. “Anyway, I’d probably be allergic. Seems like I am to everything.”
“She has adjusted well so far. What happened to your dog?”
He stared down at the purring kitten, his stomach twisting painfully. “He didn’t make it.” Jim handed the kitten back to Spock. “I need to go.”
“Very well. I had thought to offer you tea but—”
“No, that’s okay. I really need to go.” He turned abruptly and fled from Spock’s house.
“There you are,” his mother announced when he entered the house that afternoon. “Where have you been?”
She stepped over to him and grabbed him by his shoulders. She studied him carefully. “Have you been smoking again?”
“No,” he denied, even though he had just had a cigarette.
“Don’t lie. I smell it.”
He brushed her away. “Then why ask me?”
She sighed and went back into the kitchen to the stove. “You said you stopped.” She looked at him. “Are you cutting again?”
“No.” Not that he hadn’t thought about it. “I did quit smoking. But today was just…hard. So I had one.” He sulked down into the chair at the dining room table.
She put the spoon down she had been using to stir the food in the pot and came to sit next to him at the table. “Things didn’t go well at the doctor?”
He snorted at that. “It never does. She threatened me.”
“She did. To institutionalize me.”
“I won’t let that happen. Frank said you didn’t tell him much about your appointment.”
“As if I would,” he mumbled. “I met a guy. He lives nearby.”
“A guy? Yeah?”
She laughed. “On this planet?”
“He’s a teacher. He offered to teach me how to play the lyre.”
She raised her brows. “Did he? How interesting.”
Jim rolled his eyes. “Give me a break. His name is Spock.”
“You like him. Don’t you?”
Jim shrugged. “Well.”
She smiled a little. “Maybe you can invite him over so I can meet him.”
“With him around? No thanks.”
“We’ll pick a day when he isn’t.” She stood up again and squeezed his shoulder as she went back into the kitchen. “I’m making chili beans. Is that okay?”
“Sure.” It wasn’t like everything didn’t taste like the additive anyway. But she liked to pretend he could actually taste the food.
“Jim, I know you don’t like Doctor Cassadine but can you go just a few more times? And then if you still feel the same way, we’ll tell her to forget it.”
Jim got up from his seat and went to the fridge, taking out a chilled glass water bottle. “How many more times?”
“Two. Maybe three.”
He bit his lip. “Two.”
“Okay,” she said with obvious reluctance. “Sit back down, it’s almost ready.”
He retook his seat, glancing toward the hallway when he heard Frank yelling at someone from the office. “You know he’s not going to take those anger management classes you want him to take.”
She brought a bowl of the chili beans over to him. “You really shouldn’t interfere, Jim.”
Feeling rebuked, he lowered his gaze to the beans and took a spoonful. He put it in his mouth and chewed.
“How is it?”
“Good,” he said mechanically.
She petted his hair and sat down next to him. “I’m off tomorrow so I want to take you into town to get some new clothes. You’ve changed sizes again.”
“I don’t need new clothes.”
“Are you kidding? Those jeans you’re wearing right now are falling off you. We’re going. So be ready.” She ruffled his hair. “Maybe a new PADD too.”
Today I updated Hello Darkness, My Old Friend. Yesterday I updated Bitter Frost and Sunday The Mysterious One.
I’m going to work on another chapter of the Professor Spock sequel next since it needs to be finished by Halloween.
After that I may work on the Christmas story, another chapter of TMO or the next chapter of Idiots in Love. I also need to get my chapter ready to appear here on Thursday of my re-write.
Hallmark has Kirk and Spock as mirror verse itty bittys so I told M to get them for me for Christmas. We’ll see if that happens!
This is my Halloween viewing month (meaning movies that are spookyish). I’ve already watched the original The Fog (love cursed old village tales) and Practical Magic (such a cute romantic funny movie if you haven’t seen it). I have a whole bevy left to go. I plan on watching both versions of Fright Night, the original Halloween, Sleepy Hollow (movie not tv), Crimson Peak, Young Frankenstein and Zombieland (I normally don’t like zombies but Woody and the rest make this version hilarious). I think that’s it. None of them are particularly frightening. Probably the scariest is Halloween but when you’ve seen it every year for like 30 years it’s no longer surprising or scary. Now I just make fun of Linda and Annie’s horrible acting! LOL
I’m playing a new role playing game (new to me) called Grandia 2. It’s really old school RPG but I am enjoying it. I bought some new game but I had to get a refund because the graphics were too much for my laptop and it kept crashing. In other news, I bought myself a new laptop (hasn’t come yet) but that’s just a coincidence. I’m not using it for the game I couldn’t play!
I updated a lot this week and I feel pretty good about that. So I am giving myself permission to take it easy over the weekend. I’m still fighting a cold and I have an urge to get back into some Final Fantasy game playing. That’s what I intend to do this weekend. Not sure if I will write or not. Not saying I won’t but it’s okay with me if I do.
Next up when I do write is probably another chapter of The Mysterious One, Bitter Frost, and Hello Darkness My Old Friend.
Friday at work is my co-worker’s wedding shower. They are having pizza so I will be avoiding that. I’ve lost close to 45 pounds now and won’t be putting that back on. Also on Thursday they announced the layoffs of 13 people in my department (Legal). Our big boss of litigation (my actual dept) is having a meeting for questions about those layoffs. It didn’t seem to have any impact on litigation but I know several of those leaving and one is a former boss of mine who was my favorite boss ever. He is about retirement age at 64ish and is an attorney so I think he will be okay but I am still sorry to see him go.
Fall weather for us has arrived. 70s during the day (sometimes high 70s) and 50s at night. I hope it stays that way (though I see something about 90 coming up on October 17th)
His mother hovered in the doorway of his room as Jim looked up from his PADD. He had the lights off but the lights from his game still lit up his bedroom.
“Mom, I’m not a kid any longer.” He made a face. “And I’m almost to the boss of this level.”
“The doctors recommend you get a lot of rest, Jim. You’ve been overtaxing yourself. You don’t want to have a relapse.”
“Just a little longer? Okay?”
She leaned against the door frame, arms folded across her chest. “Okay but like fifteen minutes and then put it away. Please.”
Jim nodded, “Okay.”
“Don’t forget your appointment is tomorrow.”
Like he could forget.
“Honey, she just wants to help you. They all do.” She came into the room and sat on his bed. “We came to this planet because she was here and she comes highly recommended. She specializes in your condition.”
His mother sighed heavily. “You could actually cooperate, you know. Doctor Cassadine is an expert in dealing with trauma as well as eating disorders.”
“I don’t have an ‘eating disorder’.” He did air quotes. “I was poisoned by the fungus making it pretty much hard to eat most food.” His bottom lip trembled. “And all she wants to know is how it makes me feel.”
“I know you saw terrible things. She’s concerned about the long lasting mental damage.”
He set the PADD aside. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“I’m worried, Jim.”
“Don’t be. I’m fine.”
“You barely touched your dinner.”
“It upset my stomach.”
Mom frowned. “I used the additive that’s supposed to make it more edible for you.”
“I don’t like stew anyway.”
She reached over and smoothed out his hair. “Because of the meat?”
He lowered his gaze. “Even the smell is sickening. I told that asshole.”
He rolled his eyes. “Fine. I told your husband and he made it anyway.”
She shook her head. “I don’t have that much of the additive left, Jim. The new shipment hasn’t reached us here. You can’t afford to waste food with it in it now. You’re not eating enough as it is. You don’t want to go back to the hospital, do you?”
“No,” he whispered.
“I’ll make you pancakes in the morning before I leave for work. Frank will take you to your appointment.”
“I can get there myself you know.”
“We don’t have enough hover cars for all three of us and he needs to go into work to pick something up. You can right with him. I’d let you come with me but I’ll be there all day tomorrow. Once your appointment is done, you can both come back here as he’ll be working from home.”
“And try to do some studying, okay? I know you’re almost caught up with your online school work but you missed so much that there’s still more.”
“Frank is trying, you know. You could try too.”
“Is he? Like he did with Sam?” Jim couldn’t keep the note of defiance out of his voice.
“He made mistakes. He knows that. We all did. I’m sorry you ever got sent to that awful place.” She touched his cheeks. “But we decided we’d work on trying to be a family when we came here. Frank knows you’re my priority. You could meet him half way.”
Jim didn’t really think Frank was trying at all and he wanted him to leave him and his mom alone and go back to Earth or Hell or wherever he belonged. But he made himself nod.
She leaned in and kissed his cheek. “Please go to sleep. Pancakes in the morning.”
After she closed the door after him, Jim rose from his bed and went to the window in his room. He sat on the ledge, looking up at the stars. He wondered where Sam was. Was he on one of those distant planets he could see? Did he ever think of Jim?
Out of sight, out of mind.
But he’d met someone today.
“Are you ready for this?”
Jim stared at Frank as he stood outside the hover car. He pointed to the earbuds firmly shoved into his ears. He could still hear but he sure as hell didn’t want Frank to know.
Frank glared at him, pointing at the door. “Get in the car. I ain’t got all day.”
Jim almost corrected his grammar but that meant admitting he could hear, so he got in and turned away from Frank.
“Damn kid. I should rip those things out of your ears. But you’d just cry to your mother.”
Frank didn’t say anything after that as he sped into the main city of Eldred. The place was a dump but it was better than Tarsus, anyway.
Jim hiked his feet up on the dashboard.
“Feet down!” Frank screamed, turning beet red.
Jim almost said fuck you but he let it go and moved his feet down a fraction.
Frank pulled up in front of the office building that housed Dr. Cassadine’s office. One thing Jim could say was that she was cute anyway. Not as cute as the Vulcan boy he’d met. Spock. Jim was having trouble not thinking about it. And when he got home later, he planned to sneak over to see Spock and the kitten. He had a feeling Spock was going to keep her.
“I’ll be back to get you so don’t fucking going anywhere, you shit.”
Jim flung open the door and got out, not at all surprised when his mother’s husband sped away immediately. Jim flipped him the bird as he turned to look at the building. He had half a mind to just skip the whole thing. But then Dr. Cassadine would call Winona and then she’d give him hell and make him reschedule anyway.
Soon as he turned eighteen in a few months he was out of there and he’d kiss them both goodbye. All he had to do was bide his time.
He pushed open the door and then went to the elevator, pushing the button for the eleventh floor. Dr. Cassadine was the only office on this floor so the elevator doors opened up onto her receptionist.
An older woman eyed him as he approached her desk.
“You’re two minutes late. She’s waiting.”
Dr. Cassadine had her dark hair pulled up into a tight bun perched on top of her head. And she wore glasses, the old fashioned kind that made her look kind of bookish. She sat behind her desk, hands folded in front of her.
She smiled in welcome. “Good morning, James.”
She insisted on calling him James even though the first few sessions he’d had with her he had repeatedly told her he preferred Jim. He gave up mentioning it because clearly she wasn’t going to bother listening to him.
He sat in the big plush leather chair situated directly in front of her desk.
“Water?” she asked.
“Very well. Tell me about your morning.”
“I don’t see how that’s relevant. And it was boring.”
Her smile widened. “How about you give me a few more details?”
Jim leaned back in the chair. He was tempted to put his feet up on her desk just to see her reaction, but he resisted. “Woke up. Brushed my teeth. Had pancakes for breakfast. Took a shower. Got dressed. Got in the hover car with Frank. Came here.”
“Pancakes. Your mom used the additive?”
“And did it change their taste?”
“I guess. I mean, sure, I can taste it. But I couldn’t eat them at all otherwise.” He shrugged.
“Did you want to eat them?”
“Listen, I don’t have a disorder. None of this is psychological. You can check my records. I was poisoned by the fungus.”
“I know that, James. Did you want to eat them?”
“I guess so.”
“Do you get hungry?”
“Not this again.”
“One of the side effects of the fungal poisoning is loss of appetite. It’s a legitimate question.”
He looked at his feet. “I don’t really get much enjoyment out of eating now. I eat to live. So, no, I guess I didn’t really get hungry.”
“And that’s what we’re going to work on. There’s some evidence that trauma such as you suffered can contribute to your condition. I can’t fix you physically but we can work on the trauma to perhaps help with your appetite.”
“I don’t know what you want me to say.”
“The truth. James, I know how unhappy you are. And I know about your suicide attempt in the hospital. Your mom said you agreed to come here and get treatment. We decided to start with outpatient, but if I feel it’s in your best interest to check you into my facility—”
“I don’t need that.”
“Then maybe you can start cooperating with me here. Tell me about your distaste for meat.”
“So, it’s not about Tarsus?”
“You flinched when I said that word, you know.”
Jim’s jaw locked. He said nothing.
She tapped something into her PADD.
“How are your studies coming along?”
“Good. I’m almost done with the years I missed.”
“Do you think you’ll make friends here, James?”
“Maybe.” He thought of the Vulcan.
“I met my neighbor.”
“Get in.’ Frank barked as he pulled up to where Jim was standing outside the building waiting. “I’ve got work to do and the sooner we’re back home the better.”
Jim got in and had barely closed the door before he was off again.
“I won’t ask you how it went because I can only imagine the smartass answer,” Frank said snidely.
Jim said nothing.
“Your mama wants me to take anger management classes if you can believe that.”
Jim glanced at him. “Are you going to do it?”
“Yeah right.’ Frank belched. “There’s nothing wrong with me. Your brother was a little prick. Fuck, even you know that. He would have made anyone lose it. And I was totally justified in sending you off planet after all those stunts you pulled. You were a little punk. I didn’t know what was going to happen. Nobody did.”
Jim could blame Frank for a lot of things. Like sending him there in the first place, but yeah, as much as he fucking hated Frank, and he did, he knew Frank hadn’t known what would happen. How it would change Jim forever.
Frank pulled up in front of the house. It was much smaller than their farmhouse back in Riverside. And Jim hated to admit it, but he missed it there. This house only had three bedrooms. His, theirs and a room his mom had put exercise equipment as well as office stuff in. It was one of those manufactured houses that went up in like a day and took even less time to tear down.
Frank went immediately into the room with the office equipment and shut the door. Was fine by Jim. He hoped he stayed in there all the rest of the damn day.
Our trip to the Queen Mary was great. Lots of fun. My cousin quite enjoyed it. Unfortunately, she had too much to drink that night though and ended up puking and having a hangover. She also lost her contact lenses. She’s a mess but we love her, LOL
Here is a picture of the Long Beach Fire Boat in the bay showing off for us while we ate dinner at Chelsea’s on the ship.
Cousin went back to Maine Saturday. It’s never long enough, really. She loves it here and loves us and we her. She usually visits in Spring but this year visited us at this time.
While we were gone, M received a vegetable/fruit box and he gave a key to our neighbor to bring it in to our house for us. We had just replaced this lock August after putting up with it for far too long not working right. Somehow the neighbor bent something in the new lock when she entered our house so it would no longer work. Ugh. So yesterday I had to get another new one to replace it. Not fun.
I need to do the next chapter of Where My Demons Hide so that’s what I plan on working on next. After that probably back to my Christmas story as I am loving it so much.
I have a bit of a cold, I think. Woke up with stuffy nose, sore throat and a little headache. I downed some emergency so hopefully it won’t get too bad.
Earlier this year for personal reasons I will not go into, I deleted a story from AO3 called Keep Forgetting.
I have decided to rewrite this story significantly and post it here. When it is finished, I will be making a PDF copy with artwork, probably, to give to anyone who wants the full copy. I anticipate posting a chapter once a week (Thursdays) here until finished. I do not know if it will ever get posted on AO3, so I warn you now, this is probably the place to come to read it.
I have changed the title since I don’t believe ‘Keep Forgetting’ works for the new version of this story. Some of the things I am changing are Jim’s and Spock’s ages. They both have been aged up by quite a bit. Spock will be almost 21 and Jim about 18 or so. Spock, like his Mother, will be teaching in this version, rather than being a student himself. Some elements will be the same, but you will have to see as I am re-writing it as I go.
This is very clearly an alternate universe/version.
Where Do People Like Us Float
Chapter 1: The Meet
As a young Vulcan, Spock had certain chores he was expected to do to assist his parents. In this case, specifically his mother, who was actually Human.
His assigned chore on that night was to take out the garbage, including the parts that could be recycled.
According to legend, family legend only, his mother, Amanda Grayson, had met his father, Sarek, when Sarek had been visiting Earth, where she was from. Sarek was a number of years older than Amanda when they met, and in fact had already had a son with a previous wife, that one Vulcan. They were not to talk about that though. Any of it. Father’s previous wife was gone and his son…well. Spock was not sure.
Since Vulcans had longer life spans than Humans did, their age difference did not seem to matter overly much.
Mother advised Spock that she had dated Father for three months. She had been surprised when he had asked her out during their first meeting at a park. Though they had little in common, initially, they had, according to Mother, “hit it off”, and three months later, Father asked her to be his wife and accept the ways of Vulcan and to move there with him. Mother said yes. And eventually, after some scientific assistance, Spock had been born.
That was twenty-three years ago now. And Spock, himself, had reached the age of twenty. And would be twenty-one in the not too distant future.
Presently, he and his mother, were on the planet Eltron II, which had a very similar atmosphere and surface to Earth. Father, being a diplomat of some importance, the Vulcan ambassador to Earth, and some other duties both Mother and Father kept from Spock, was away. Spock had taken a temporary teaching position on Eltron II because there was a pressing need and though his ultimate intention for his future was not to teach children, Mother had convinced him. Mother had also taken a teaching position as she had done quite a bit of teaching while on Earth. She had agreed to their temporary residence on Eltron II for two years. Once he had completed his teaching assignment, Spock’s intent was to apply to and attend the Vulcan Science Academy. He had no doubts at all that he would be accepted.
As Spock turned away from the recycling mechanism, he heard the tiny cry of “mew”. He narrowed his eyes, trying to see in the darkness. Though he had very good eyesight, he did could not see particularly well in pitch black. Their house was outside the main city where the school Mother and he would teach, once the summer passed. The view of the stars was quite impressive but there were few neighbors and not many lights.
“Who is there?” he asked.
Predictably he got no response. He went to turn back to go into the house when the tiny cry sounded again, this time sounding closer to “meow.”
Spock stepped away from the trash and recycler area further into the yard and past his mother’s garden.
It was then that he saw a blond Human boy, perhaps seventeen or eighteen, crouched down next to a very small orange ball of fur. Spock suspected it was a kitten.
The boy started, glancing quickly up at Spock, blue eyes wide. And they were bluer than any eyes Spock had ever seen. It was true Spock had a greater experience with Vulcans who all had brown eyes. But even at this distance the large blue eyes startled him.
“Uh, sorry. I, um, followed the kitten.”
“It is quite all right.” Spock came forward and knelt next to the boy and the kitten. “What is his name?”
“I think it’s a girl. But she doesn’t have a name. She’s not actually mine.”
“Who does she belong to?” Spock asked as the kitten rubbed up against his hand, purring.
“No one. She’s a stray. Her mama got killed. I feed her sometimes.” He lowered his gaze. “I’d take her in, but we can’t have any pets.”
To Spock’s surprise, the kitten crawled up his leg.
The boy laughed. “She likes you. Maybe you could take her?”
“I do not know. I would have to check with my mother before assuming the care of a living being.”
“You’re a Vulcan, right?”
Spock nodded. “I am Spock.”
“Oh.” The boy licked his lips. “Hi. Um, Jim. I’m Jim Kirk.”
Jim smiled just a little. “Hello Spock. Are you here with your mom then?”
“Yes, we are to be teachers at the school when it begins. And you?”
“I’m here with my mom and stepfather. They both work at the institute in the city. Mom’s an engineer and my stepdad is a chemist.” Jim shrugged his rather bony shoulders. He seemed very thin and just a little frail. “I’m, uh, I’m recovering.”
“How long have you been on Eltron II?” Spock surveyed the boy closer. Besides being very thin, he was very pale, though also very attractive, at least to Spock.
“Only a couple of weeks. I came from somewhere else first.”
“That too,” Jim said softly. His eyes went vacant for a moment. Then he smiled a little. “Mom was in Starfleet, but she left and took the job here. We’re supposed to be ‘starting over’.” Jim moved his fingers in an odd way that Spock thought was supposed to be quotation marks.
Spock wanted to ask starting over from what, but suspected that was the sort of information one did not ask on the first meeting.
There was a loud banging noise coming from the direction Jim came from that caused the kitten to scurry under Spock’s shirt, digging his claws into Spock’s flesh, and Jim to jump ten feet.
“James Tiberius Kirk!” a man shouted. “Get your ass home! And leave that damn cat alone.”
Jim bit his lip. “I have to go. It was nice to meet you, Spock.”
He rose from the ground and sped away into the darkness, leaving Spock with the kitten still clawing into him.
Spock carefully removed it from under his shirt and stared at the little creature, who tried to swat at his nose.
“I suppose it will do no harm to ask Mother if we may keep you.” Spock rose, cradling the tiny thing and brought it into the house to show Mother.
Mother was cleaning their dinner dishes when Spock came inside with the kitten. She turned to him with a smile as she dried her hands on a towel.
“What have you got, Spock?”
“A boy who lives nearby brought a kitten over who has no home. He is unable to care for her. I wondered if I would be able to keep her.”
Mother approached the tiny orange ball Spock held in his hands. “Oh, she is a tiny thing. I’d forgotten the colonists brought domestic animals with them from Earth. But to abandon one who has kittens? I’ll never understand people.” She rubbed the chin of the purring kitten.
“Then may we keep her?”
Mother smiled. “I don’t see why not. But she’ll need to be cared for carefully, Spock. She’ll need food and a litter box. We’ll have to clean up after her. And we should have her checked out in the city by a veterinarian.”
“Yes, I understand.”
“Very well. Tomorrow we’ll go and get what we need for her. What will you name her?”
“I do not know.”
Mother took the squirming kitten from Spock’s hands and held her up in front of her. “She looks like a Butterscotch to me.”
Spock nodded. “That is acceptable.”
“A boy you said?”
“Yes. Perhaps slightly younger than me. It is hard to tell his age for he appears to be…ill.” Which Spock found unsettling for some reason. “A Human boy.”
“I am uncertain. Perhaps.” In truth, Spock didn’t make many friends. Back on Vulcan he had a somewhat adversarial relationship with his peers. They did not like his Human half. In his limited interactions with other species, they did not like his Vulcan half. Since Spock could change neither, he was uncertain what he was supposed to do about it.
“Well, you certainly have a new friend in Butterscotch, Spock.” She handed him the kitten, which he took to his room and placed her on the bed while he took out his PADD to write in the journal he had decided to keep when he arrived on Eltron II.