This story features two of my original characters that have been introduced in one of my current works in progress. I've had this scene in my head since I put the call out for the holiday challenge. So I wanted to write it. Sorry for the lack of background, but I think it's a general scene you can enjoy and for those reading Run, you'll get a little more of their story later in that piece.
A Very OC Christmas
Nahla and Simeon
Nahla McCoy watched as the boxes shifted, slid, and turned in her arms. The hover craft was less than six paces away but at this rate, it would half a pace for the wrapped surprises in her grasp to turn into scrap for the junk heap.
"Where in the hell is David?"
She had just picked up the microscope from the antique shop for her father and favorite doctor. Her older brother disappeared, claiming to need a moment to pick out an additional present for one of the five girls he was currently dating. Yes, his middle name was James, and he idolized his godfather and mimicked just about every cras and idiotic thing the man had done in his youth.
With that thought the gold box, containing the bracelet for her older sister Joanna took a tumble. Next would be the original leather bound copy of Zora Neale Hurston's Their Eyes Were Watching God intended for her mother. Before the tears threatening to break from the dam also known as her eyes could fall, the small gold box was back on the stack, and all of the items were quickly yet expertly removed from Nahla's possession.
Opening her mouth to deliver a verbal lashing to the older, much less mature David McCoy, Nahla realized that the present form of help did not come from family.
"Do you require assistance?"
His voice was void of feeling but his eyes danced with very human emotions that were uncharacteristic of his Vulcan heritage.
"Yes, thank you."
"It is illogical to provide appreciation for doing what is merely expected of anyone who sees another in need of support."
Then he did something that completely threw Nahla off her game. He smiled. Not just a half smile or smirk. She saw teeth. Beautiful well defined white teeth.
"Please direct me to your method of transport. While these items are very light, the varying shape of each package makes maintaining their presence in my arms a tedious affair."
She resisted the push to ask a question or make a comment to force him to speak again. The cadence of his voice played out across the air like a soothing lullaby.
"Of course, it's this way."
The young man nodded his head, "Ladies first."
Nahla sauntered the remaining five paces to the hover craft; hearing her mother and sister's voices in her head.
"Give him a little sample of what you have to offer", Nyota McCoy would say; "just a nice sway to hypnotize him and leave the image of your hips burning in his mind."
"Nice and slow baby sis. Throw a quick look over your shoulder and give him the look." Joanna swore by it; like she had ever been with anyone other than Xander since she was ten.
Regardless of how ridiculous she felt, Nahla followed the advice, moving her hips in time to the samba playing in her head as she walked, stopping, and pivoting on her right foot in a half turn to catch a glimpse of her positively delicious Good Samaritan.
Her eyes didn't disappoint. He was watching, face flushed a slight shade of green, eyes glazed over with something bordering on lust, and that smile the one that first caught her attention.
Familiarity washed over Nahla once more.
"Here we are." Nahla announced, pressing the command on her keypad for the hatch of the vehicle to open. She watched as the gentleman positioned the boxes securely; attaching the guard to prevent shifting while the car was in motion.
Her neck craned just an inch or two to see the well defined derriere accentuating the perfect pair of black trousers. Something was jarringly recognizable and completely erotic about this man. Lost in the gutter of her mind, that melodious voice shook her back to reality.
"I have secured your items."
"Thank you, Mr.," Nahla paused catching her bottom lip in her teeth, "I'm sorry I didn't get your name."
"I never provided that information to you, Ms." The man ceased speaking and waited for Nahla to answer his unspoken question.
"Nahla McCoy."
His head jerked with the pronouncement. "As in the youngest daughter of Ambassadors Nyota and Leonard McCoy, originally of Captain James T. Kirk's Enterprise crew?"
Internally Nahla was screaming, but that glorious fake smile, the one she had spent years perfecting, radiated across her face, "Yes I like to call them mom and dad."
The same response, for eighteen years, every time, she got the name McCoy out of her mouth the reaction varied from excited insanity to Gacy like chaos. Her eyes were rolling and she knew she was having what her father liked to refer to as a moment; a genetic disposition from her mother.
This man who was obviously of Vulcan heritage and not a rigorous follower of Surak was laughing; a deep, glorious, belly laugh that infected Nahla and sent her into a fit of hysterics that almost resulted in her falling butt first on the cold sidewalk.
Once she finished wiping the tears streaming from her eyes she spoke again, "What is so funny?"
What followed were words that set any and every thing out of order in the universe right,
"I am S'chn T'gai Simeon, Spock's son."
Memories of lazy afternoons on Starfleet's campus at the age of eight quickly flooded back. Shared moments of laughter like the one that they had just experienced, nights under a blanket with a flash light debating if pre – Surak Vulcan was better or worse than post, and the day that her friend boarded the transport with his grandfather Sarek and Uncle Spock to return to the colony for his bonding.
Nahla's favorite memory, the first time little fingers touched the psi points and flooded her conscious with foreign emotions and images. Fingers that were now outstretched for the curves of her face in the hope of transmitting one phrase, "Merry Christmas k'diwa."