Teach Me How To Love Chapter 1, a startrek: other fanfic

Star Trek: Teach Me How To Love Ch.1

Language, violence, fluff, etc.

I am Lana Spock, and I serve on the U.S.S. Enterprise with my father, mother, and my god father Captain James Kirk. I was a quarter Vulcan. My mother is Lieutenant Uhura. I take after my Father, pale skin, black hair, pointy ears, physic abilities, and his logical thinking. Even though I'm only a quarter Vulcan it seems my abilities have been amplified by that fact, making my abilities stronger than my fathers. It also makes it so I am more a tune to my emotions, but can block them just as well. What is curious, is that I have neither my parents eyes, mine are blue. Theirs are brown. My hair was cut in a messy pixie cut. There were many who did not trust me, because I was an incredible liar. I break the rules all the time, father jokes that I am a mini Jim. Even though I'm twenty two, I'm treated like I'm smaller and weaker. As much as I like working with family, I think it'd be almost better to be stationed on another vessel. Like my mother I am a red shirt. Bones has taught me everything he knows, almost. Scotty takes up my time showing me the warp core and showing me how to take care of her, and all that. Captain Kirk has taught me games and told me stories of my father's adventures with him. My hand to hand combat skills are just as good as my weaponry skills are. Which are pretty good. I am beautiful and I know it, there are many men aboard the ship who have tried and failed miserably to court me. Not only were they rejected by my father, but myself too. None of them peaked my interest. My deal with the men was if they could defeat me in combat I'd go on one date with them, and if I enjoyed myself, it might be more than one date. So far no one's lived up to my expectations. Which makes my father happy, because he doesn't want to let me go yet. My mother on the other hand, wants me to find love and to at least get a boyfriend. She says I'm all work and no play, but I am very playful. She just doesn't see that as playfulness. I play pranks on people, if they annoy me the pranks are foul. If they are just for fun, it makes people laugh.

Right now I was undercover in a society that brain washed people, and it was time to bring the hammer down on them. They were abducting children, and turning them into soldiers, killing their parents and pitting them against their siblings for fun. It pissed me off. So now I'm here, confronted by ten of the leaders, all trained in combat, none of them children. They were trying to get me to stand down, and hypnotize me into doing their dirty work. Not gonna happen.

"Jara, stand down. We are you're friends. The enemy is Captain Kirk and his crew." The head council men said. I just laugh.

"You think you know me? You're casting shadows," I point to their shadows and then to them, "I'm casting doubt. You don't know me. You don't define me by what you think I am. So just shut your fucking mouths and let's get this out!"

"Oh, dear Jara, we do know who you are, you're Jara, daughter of Shawntoc and Kara." They said advancing. I smile and chuckle.

"You don't know me. I'm not Jara. My name is Lana Spock of the Enterprise." I smile at their shock. "And I'm here to kill you." They draw their phasers and I draw my phaser sword, specially made myself. I block the phasers' fire and direct it back at the enemy. I jump, kick, punch, and weave. Until there is only one left. I smile and point my sword at their throat. "Now you're going to release the people, and then you're going to come with me."

"Why should I listen to a little brat like you?" He spits out. I frown, my face becoming devoid of all emotion. I am angry, when I'm pissed you can't tell, until you get me to the point of blowing. He has just risen my anger levels to the unemotional state. The state scares him.

"You should know, I am a quarter Vulcan. So I can either invade your head, find the information I'm looking for, and that won't be painless. Or you can cooperate and tell me yourself. Either way I'm getting what I want."

"And if I do? What's stopping you from killing me then?"

"Captain Kirk wants to question you and your motives. After that if you piss him off then I get to kill you. But if you're a good little boy," He cringes at being called little boy. "You might make it back to your home world… alive." I lean in and whisper this part into his ear to send chills down his spine. I narrow my eyes and smirk when I feel him quiver.

"I-I'll cooperate. I'll tell you everything I know. J-just please don't hurt me!" He whimpers, dropping to his knees and clasping his hands, begging for mercy. I lead him to the control room and jerk him in front of the consol. Keeping my sword dug into his back I instruct him to release the children. What he doesn't know is that he is under my control, even if he tried not to do as I said, he wouldn't have been able to. I just gave him a sense of false security. Once every one was released, I pulled out my com unit and signaled Captain Kirk.

"Lieutenant Spock calling Captain Kirk. Package has been secured. Requesting permission to come back aboard." I speak into the com unit. It cackles with static.

"Captain Kirk to Lieutenant Spock, Message received. Scotty's beaming you and your cargo aboard now." Captain Kirk comes through on the com unit.

"Copy that." Light swirls around me and my charge, engulfing us. When the light fades we are on the Enterprise and my father is there to meet me. My prisoner tries to move behind me, to choke me. He is horrified to find that he can't move. I smile and force him to walk over to Father. "Here you are. You were sent to deliver the prisoner to the brig, correct?"

"Y-yes." He says taking the prisoner. I see the hurt that flashed across his face when I said this, without emotion. I soften and lay a hand on his shoulder. I smile at him.

"I know you were worried about me too." I say. He smiles back and hugs me. I return the hug. He may not look like it, but he cares for me just as much as anyone else does, even more so. We are interrupted by the com system.

"Lieutenant Spock, please report to the medical bay for your check-up." Captain Kirk says through the PA.I glare at the PA.

"Aye aye Captain." I say. I walk to the med bay and tap on Bones' shoulder. He jumps nearly five feet in the air.

"Holy shit!" He turns and sees who did that. "Lana, don't do that! Nearly gave me a heart attack."

"Well, it's not my fault you weren't paying attention. I got radioed to come in for a check-up."

"You know its standard procedure, nothing to get mad about." Bones says trying to sooth me. I cock my eyebrow, and cross my arms.

"You know I hate check-ups. I feel fine, can't we leave it at that?" I beg. I really hate check-ups, or even being in the medical bay. Bones always taught me on the halo-deck.

"Do you know how many people would be after my head if I did that? Spock would be, along with your mother. Captain Kirk would, Scotty would, and more! Every love sick boy on this ship would be." Bones says raising his eyebrows and ticking the people off on his fingers, His brow begins to sweat and his eyes are wide imagining all the people.

"Okay, okay! You've made your point! But make it quick, I want to get some time in on the halo-deck." I say, putting my hands up in surrender. Bones smiles and works his magic, checking my vitals and my blood stream.

"Okeydokey. You're clear. Nothing's wrong, no diseases, no virus'. Nada." Bones says putting the new findings into my file.

"Thanks Bones. I'm off to the halo-deck." I say backing out of the med bay. He waves his hand in the air, his back to me. He is consumed by his work once more. I shake my head and make my way to the halo-deck. I chose song battle, under my programs. When people see it they think of the great battle of the land Song, but really it's a singing competition and I'm getting better and better at it. I had programed some of the most famous singers to sing in it. I even create some new songs and music for it. No one wanted to join me in it because they thought it would be brutal. Little did they know…

I changed the program to the actual battle of Song. Captain Kirk knocked on the Halo-deck's door.

"Come in." I reply, Kirk entering the room, and quickly having to dodge some enemy fire.

"Why didn't you tell me that you using this one?" He asks trying to get to me through the cross fire. I shrug.

"You didn't ask. Besides, when am I not using this one?" I ask taking down three enemies. He nods and knocks another enemy out with a single punch. "Computer, pause the program." The program pauses and Kirk turns to me.

"Why didn't you report to the Bridge when you're medical exam was through?"

"No one told me to. I wanted to get some Halo-deck time in, so I came here instead." Kirk puts a hand over his eyes and sighs.

"Lana, Will you please come to the bridge after your missions from now on? We want to know you're okay. We really do care about you. I thought you might be a little more caring because you're only a quarter Vulcan, but that doesn't seem to be the case."

"Captain, I do care, I know you care, I saw no reason to go to the bridge. I do feel emotions, even more than my father does. I am just really good at hiding them when I want to. I really don't like too much attention." I explain myself.

"Okay, well, come have dinner with me in the commons." Kirk says it like an order and not a suggestion. I nod. It's all I can do. I follow him to the commons. The room is dark, which is strange. I turn to Kirk, to find him no longer there.

"Captain?" I ask the blackness. The lights flash one and everyone yells, "Surprise!"

"What? What's going on?" I ask, still confused as ever. Kirk comes over and drapes an arm around my shoulders.

"Don't tell me you've forgotten your own birthday." That's right today's the day I turn twenty two.

"No I didn't forget. I didn't think anyone would do this though." I say gesturing around the room. Kirk laughs.

"Of course we would! You're the Captain's God daughter and the first mate's daughter. Why wouldn't we?"

"Um… because every year I ask you not to." I say blankly. He nudges me.

"Yeah right! As the Captain I refuse your request and say let the partying begin!" Kirk says walking to the bar. I pinch the bridge of my nose and sigh. Damn Bastard. I love the Captain don't get me wrong, but he can be such an ass.

"Lana, Congrats on your mission, and happy birthday." Mom says hugging me, I hug back and thank her. I put a smile on my face.

"Thanks mom." I tell her and turn to dad. I smile and tilt my head slightly. "Hey daddy." He smiles at that and I can tell his heart swells with pride and warmth. He embraces me and hands me a small wrapped package. It's a present from both my mom and dad. I put a smile on my face.

"You can't open that now! You have to blow out the candles on the cake first." He explains to me. I swear two tick marks appeared on my head when he said this. I sigh and walk over to the cake. I wave my hand in front of the cake, gathering air, then I draw my hand back and push it forward quickly, pushing the air I gathered over the flames. They blow out and wisps of smoke rise from the candles. Captain Kirk stares in amazement. Then he furrows his eyebrows and pouts.

"That's cheating." He sticks his lip out at me. I just lower my eye lids and smirk.

"You said I had to blow out the candles, you never said how. I was simply following orders, Captain." I tell him, standing at salute. The captain doesn't respond, he just goes over to a nearby table and begins banging his head against it. I begin laughing. Kirk raises his head and glares at me.

"What? Do you find my pain funny?" He growls at me. I just giggle some more.

"You never could tell when I was joking, could you?" I smile at his. His face dawns with realization and he starts laughing too.

"Why you cheeky little bastard!" He laughs hitting me on the back. I laugh with him and the whole crew joins in. My dad never really laughs like this so he just smiles a little. I laugh and let myself enjoy the fun while it lasts.

When I wake up the next day I feel, strange. The Locket my parents is around my neck, on a chocker necklace. But I'm not in uniform. No instead I'm in a beautiful but simple dress. It's white silk and soft, its floor length and hangs off my shoulders. The design is that of either Greece or Rome. There are gold circlets around my upper arms and one on my wrists. A small bell on a gold chain encircles my right ankle. My feet land on bare marble flooring when I get up off the bed. The bed was on a vendetta, the scene I saw was strictly out of a fairy tale. There were small fairies flying everywhere and there were elves walking gracefully performing their duties. A circlet of gold and rubies rested on my brow. A ruby droplet hangs between my eyebrows. My hair is down to show off my ears. I immediately know that this is a halo-deck program. Kirk used to play this one with me. I was a lot younger, my parents were the king and queen, Kirk was their adviser and my best friend growing up. I was an elf in this program. But why was I put into the program? I remember going to bed and then being woken by Kirk. He told me something. What was it! I try hard to recall what he wanted, I know I refused right then, I was tired, I wanted to sleep. He had stuck me with something from Bones. Then everything went black. Know I remember! He wanted to play a joke on a new recruit we're picking up today and he wanted me to be the one to do it. A small knock comes from a door and a maid enters timidly.

"Oh, good you're up Ma'am. There is an intruder in the throne room. We captured him but we couldn't find your parents, so you will have to deal with him." She says closing her eyes, expecting to be punished for her intrusion. I surprise her, putting my hand on her shoulder. I smile at her when she opens her eyes.

"Thank you for informing me. My parent tend to disappear from time to time leaving me to stand in their stead. You are forgiven for intruding on my room." I say softly, my voice running like silken honey to her ears soothing her. She bows and leads me to the throne room. I frown when we get there and I throw open the doors. Causing the guards to jump and shake. I am known to be… violent when I first wake up. The prisoner whips his head up and looks upon my icy eyes.