A/N: So, I've decided to put a Star Trek twist on this story. Read and Enjoy. No slash.

Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek and take not credit for the invention of these wonderful characters. Also, Jack and the Beanstalk was not invented by myself.


On the hot, dry planet Vulcan, there stood a house. It wasn't particularly impressive but it housed a very interesting family. Sarek of Vulcan once had lived a very carefree life until the day his wife tragically died in an accident. The grief overtook him; his bond-mate was dead. This emotional state caused him to lose his job. This forced Sarek and his young son Spock into a life of poverty and hardship.

Sarek's son Spock was a curious young fellow. His half human side, although hidden, proved to spawn an inquisitive nature nothing could stop. It also led to challenges he could never imagine. His first challenge started one lovely spring day. His father had something to tell him.

"Spock, son of mine, we have no more food." Sarek said calmly as he searched through the cupboards. "Also, our replicator broke this morning. I see no other alternative other than selling your pet Sehlat. I want you to go into the village today and do so." Although his outer appearance didn't change Spock was heartbroken. I-Chaya, his Sehlat, was his only friend; the other Vulcan children did not appreciate him because of his mixed blood. But Spock was raised to be logical and since there was no other logical way to attain food he saw no alternative than selling his beloved pet.

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Spock walked down the line of stalls beside him, I-Chaya following obediently. The sights and smells of the market did nothing to brighten the youth's mood. All of a sudden a rather repulsive looking off-worlder stopped him. He appeared humanoid, aside from the extra arm protruding from his side and his slightly purple stained skin.

"Young Vulcan!" the man crooked excitedly, "I see you have a Sehlat with you. What a beautiful specimen." Spock moved to pass the strange being but it appeared the man had other intentions. "What are you planning to do with that Sehlat little Vulcan?" The man was seriously starting to irritate him, although his face did not show it.

"Excuse me, sir. I am trying to get to the other side of the market and you appear to be blocking my way." There, that should make him move. It didn't.

"You know what; I have a deal for you! How about you give me that pretty little Sehlat and I'll give you these beans instead." Spock glanced at the beans; his father had said to get credits so they could repair the replicator.

"No thank-you sir." Spock said politely once again while trying, and failing, to move past the persistent being.

"I insist, there is no other deal out there like this one! You will need no credits, you will have a limitless amount of food for the rest of eternity, and, these are magic beans!" Spock raised his eyebrow in speculation.

"I highly doubt they are magic beans, sir. There is no such thing as magic." The man smiled.

"That's what you think, kid." He said before turning, sensing a lost cause.

It was odd, Spock's curious human nature kicked in during the weirdest circumstances. If this man was telling the truth and these beans did have some unknown factor in them to make them appear magic it would be a scientific discovery that could bring in enough credits for them to fix a hundred replicators.

"Sir!" The Vulcan cried. The purple skinned alien turned. "Those beans could be quite valuable to the Federation; I believe it would be a worthy trade."

The alien flashed him a toothy grin as the exchange was made.


So, what do you think? Any ideas for the next chapter? I would love to hear your thoughts. Thanks for Reading!