Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek.
Authors Notes: Obviously, if you cant tell from the titles of my stories, I LOVE Paramore. The band. They are the most AMAZING AWESOME THINGS IN THE WORLD. (No, I don't own that either…)
Anyway, READ MY THOUGHTS YOU CAN'T DECODE FIRST. YOU WILL BE SO LOST OTHERWISE.
Prologue:
Fifteen year old Alice Amanda Spock walked down the hallway of the Enterprise dressed in her typical all black. She didn't have to wear a uniform since she wasn't part of the crew. She awkwardly brushed her hair in front of her face and looked down to avoid attention, it didn't work though.
Everyone wanted to know about the commanders 'evil' daughter, who kills regularly and used magic to make herself older. You would think professional adult would have more sense than that. Really…
Of course, it certainly didn't help when her eyes just decided to turn red on certain random occasions. And when the gloves she'd been put in back at the facility just had to act up and create a weapon of some sort. Life hated her, and she hated it.
She only loved one person, her father. He'd rescued her; she'd have had to kill so many people if he hadn't shown up when he did. She might have accidentally killed her own mother.
Her mother… She'd never met her. But she'd heard wonderful things about her. Father had always told her that they'd rescue her some day, and they'd all be together again. Uncle Jim and Uncle Bones had agreed.
Technically the two weren't her uncles, but the insisted she call them so. Uncle Bones thoroughly enjoyed Father's discomfort at her calling him that. It encouraged him to do other illogical things.
Uncle Jim was illogic. In the dictionary, you'd find his picture under the definition of illogic. He'd put everyone's life out on the table, do what his heart told him, break rules; but in the end, it always worked out.
She stepped onto the turbo-lift and held the little handle bar, she was headed to engineering to tell Scotty to come to the bridge. He was cleaning the engines and had power turned off. She walked through the halls of the lower deck, people would all walk on the other side of the hall, "Unbelievable," she muttered.
Alice walked through the already opened door, "Scotty!" She yelled. "Just'a moment, Lass!" He called back. About a minute later, Scotty walked over covered in dust and dirt. "Ahh, how're ya?" He asked, "I'm well. The Captain wished for me to inform that he requires your presence on the bridge." She tried to follow the teachings of Surak, but wasn't very good at it. She'd been trying to master it for when her grandparents would be coming aboard in about a week (Journey to Babel).
"A' see. A'right, Lass. Tell'm I need a new shirt then I'll be up in a sec'!" He said. She nodded and walked away.
She informed Jim and left for her Quarters. They had turned Spock and her Mother's room into one large apartment, with two rooms, a kitchen, a bathroom, and a small living room. She lay on her bed and read off of a PADD. That was what she usually did, reading. She really needed to become smarter, the people who enhanced her age only gave her basic knowledge. She was already smarter than the average fifteen year old Vulcan, but it wasn't good enough. She wanted to be a Captain like Uncle Jim, and she'd have to work very hard to accomplish that.
A light flicked on above her head and she jumped, "Do not read in the dark, Alice. It will ruin your eyesight." Her Father said. "Sorry," she muttered quietly. "Are you alright?" He asked. "Yes." She replied, looking at the ground as though it fascinated her. "Please, Alice, stop bottling up your emotions. It is not healthy." He said, pleading. "You do it. And I have more Vulcan blood than you." Alice said with irritation in her voice. "Alice, I had many years to adapt to such a life. And, I was taught by many Vulcan elders. If you'd like; At the end of this five year mission, and after we find your mother, I will arrange to have you taught. But do not do it because of me, I do not expect that of you." He said. She sighed, "Logical, as always. Thank you." Alice said. "Of course. Do not hesitate if you feel the need to talk to me."
"You know I will, though." He frowned, "I'm just kidding," She said quickly. "I do have one concern, though." She added. The older Vulcan smirked slightly, "What would that be?" He asked. "I worry that your parents will not approve of me, when they are aboard the Enterprise," She said, sadly.
"I am positive that my mother will approve of you. She loved you the moment she knew you existed. And, my Father is difficult, but I believe that he will approve of you. He seemed almost exited to hear he was to have a grand-daughter." She smiled, "Thank you." She said.
That was just life on the Enterprise.