Disclaimer: Apparently, Paramount doesn't like people trying to steal their TV shows. So, no, I don't own Star Trek. At least until my next raid…Oh yeah, and these songs, 'Come to the Cradle' and 'When a Window is a Mirror' are both by Michael Card, in case you want to listen to them…(hint hint!) Anywho, onto the story!

A/n: Sorry. The first time I put it on here it was somewhat…crappy. Thanks to matchboxcars for helping me realize that! Anyways, read and review, please!

Captain Kirk was cleaning out his mother's belongings, after she died. Smiling sadly, he looked at a picture of him and Sam on a Christmas morning. That Christmas he had gotten a toy phaser from his Uncle. 'I'll keep this one.' He decided. It was difficult, wanting everything, and knowing he could only keep a few. He shook his head, placing the old photo into the 'keep' pile. 'Wait…what's this?' he thought as he pulled out an old data disk his mother had color labeled 'music, relaxing'. Jim decided he could use some, so he popped it in the computer. A piano played a sweet melody. It sounded, strangely, familiar, and…peaceful

Come to the cradle

Come and find peace

Alone in the cradle

Simplicity sleeps

Behold perfect wisdom

So gentle and mild

In the innocent upward

Trusting glance of a child

He hadn't noticed Spock come into the room. Earlier, back on the ship, Spock had asked if he wanted help with this task, and Jim had gratefully accepted. It was their shore leave, after all, and Jim could use the help of his best friend. "Jim?" Spock knelt beside his friend, slightly concerned. "Are you alright?" He laid a timid hand on his shoulder. He tilted his head as he heard the music, still playing

Come hear the call

Of sweet sighs in the dark

Their touches, tender

Touches your heart

The bustle and business

Lasts year after year

But this little baby

Won't always be hear

"Jim, what are you listening to?" Spock was curious. Jim bit his lip, thinking.

"My mother used to play this over and over to try to get me to sleep when I was young. Wait…if this is this disk…then it should be on here, too!"

"What, Jim?" Kirk had already skipped ahead three songs. A slightly haunting melody played on the harp, different from the calming, soothing tune before it.

Albert is a friend I know

Who walks a shuffling way

And you must learn to read his face

For he hasn't much to say

But he carries 'round inside himself

The knowledge he gives free

If you look through, not at his life

A whole new world inside you'll see

Spock cocked an eyebrow, thinking. It almost…sounded like a Vulcan, until the knowledge part. If, if you took the time to get to know him, at least with himself, and him to trust you, you'd see a whole new world.

"Spock, are you alright?" It was Jim's turn to be concerned. His friend shook his head slightly.

"Yes, Jim. I am fine." But Kirk was still skeptical.

"Are you sure?" Spock slightly squeezed his shoulder.

"Yes, Jim. Come, we still must finish sorting your mother's things. We can continue listening to this if it pleases you." Kirk nodded and went over to another box.

When a window is a mirror

You see two ways at one time

You look outside and see the land

The mountains left to climb

But also you can see inside

Your face suspended there

Behold your face, and see your place

And understand why you are here

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