T'sah-veh katelau kin-
Hey, Kennidy and Hannah here. We're pleased to present to you our story. We hope you enjoy it! :3 T'sah-veh katelau kin- means 'His golden mate' I tried my best to follow the grammatical rules of Golic Vulcan, but, as I am not fluent, please don't hold the errors against me. In the title I mean. Feel free to hold any errors against me that are in the story.
Summary: Highschool!AU Being the new kid in class is never easy. Well, being the only Vulcan in a human school also adds to the difficulty. Spock doesn't expect to make any friends when he moves to Iowa, all due in part to his mother's illogical nostalgia. He definitely didn't expect to find his T'hy'la in an impetuous human boy known as James T. Kirk, quarterback of the football team and president of the chess club.
Prologue- A Most Illogical Dwelling
The illogicality of the entire situation baffled Spock. He just could not seem to grasp exactly why his mother wanted to move. She had not interacted with her terran parents since before he had been born due to their dislike of her choice in marriage. So why exactly did she feel the need to reconcile with them now of all times? To his knowledge they were not stricken with any kind of ailment nor did any other deleterious incident occur.
Spock was not exceptionally put out by the move. He had no emotional attachments in Vulcan. He simply was hesitant to leave the climate and resources he had at his disposal. The weather in Iowa was extreme in comparison to Vulcan. While Vulcan kept an agreeable temperature of 100-110 degrees Fahrenheit mostly year-round, on average, Iowa fluctuated between 11 and 86 degrees; a marginal change in climate. Furthermore, Vulcan had a thunderstorm maybe once a year-if that, Iowa had nearly fifty per year. The snow was an entirely different situation as well-considering Spock had never even seen it before.
To put it simply, Spock wasn't particularly…affable with moving to Iowa. However his mother was adamant and his father was inept to refuse her. Now they were standing in front of their home for the next few years. It was not particularly ornate. Nor was it particularly plain. It was a farmhouse, blue with two stories as well as an additional tower like structure. To his knowledge it contained four bedrooms, three bathrooms, a kitchen, a garage, a dining room, a living room, and an office. The master bedroom would naturally be his parents, as would the office. Fortunately, Spock would be getting two bedrooms: One to act as his quarters, and the other for him to convert into a work area. The last bedroom would be the room designated for any guests they might receive.
The dwelling was acceptable, it was the neighboring house that was illogical. It was entirely too close. The adjacent sides of the two houses were separated by approximately five feet. What if there were to be an earthquake? Having two houses too close was fallacious. Glancing at his father, he wasn't the only one to note the constructional mistake.
"Oh Sarek, Spock! Isn't it beautiful? Look how cute the front door is!" Spock merely suppressed a sigh and exchanged a weary glance with his father. Sarek hesitantly nodded in agreement, clasping the adolescent's back.
He whispered lowly in the Vulcan's ear when Amanda turned to gaze at the flowers in the yard, "Spock, for now, bear with your mother's wishes. I too am not pleased with these living arrangements but for now we will stay here to appease your mother."
The raven-haired youth nodded curtly, steeping forward to pull open the cobalt door. He was immediately met with a rather welcoming interior. The walls were painted with warm tones, ranging from mahogany to a dark topaz. All of their furniture had already been sent ahead of time, so the lithe teen meandered up the spiral staircase to his room. From what he recalled from the blueprints-the blueprints that happened to be acquired in secrecy-his room's entrance was to be the farthest one on the right. Opening the door, he traveled up the stairs to see most of his boxed belongings waiting and ready to be organized.
Setting a box onto the small bedside table, the Vulcan began placing his clothing in the dresser opposite from his bed. Once completed to a sufficient degree, he set out to fill the bookshelf that occupied the entirety of the wall to the right of his window. The room was aesthetically pleasing (of course, for what could be otherwise expected?) and the setup appeared to be comfortable enough. There were no bright colours, nor was the room crowded. His bed was low to the floor and purple (which he found particularly pleasing) and the bookshelf was large enough to house his collection of antique books as well as his assortment of sketchbooks and art supplies. Once everything was placed in satisfactory stations he allowed himself to settle into his window seat to take in the view.
He furrowed his brow in contemplation.
Instead of the expected blue sky he was met with the window of his neighbor's bedroom. This arrangement was horrid. His personal space was being violated every time his neighbor walked into the room! Spock knew he could always purchase drapes or blinds to give him more privacy but he was quite fond of a gentle breeze through an open window. Sighing, he motioned to put a blinder in front of the window in a vain attempt to gain a bit more privacy. As if on cue, a blonde teen walked past the opposite window.
The currently shirtless man (which Spock found absurd; why would anyone walk in front of an open window without proper attire? It was only 74.3 degrees out) paused to look at the Vulcan. Icy eyes twinkled with mischief as a slight grin and a wave were proffered. Spock raised an eyebrow at the man's open gesture and proceeded to turn around and begin plodding (well, as much as a Vulcan plods) down the stairs that led into his room. He merely hesitated when he heard the muffled voice of the blonde calling out to him. It was only his first day on earth and he had already met quite the absurd human.
Spock frowned. From what he could, tell the blue-eyed human was around his age. Silently, he hoped the youth was not a student of his school and would only be a pestering neighbor he could easily ignore. After all, it would not due for him to be distracted by frivolities. If he desired to make it into the Vulcan Science Academy, he would need to achieve the best scores possible. It was actually quite fortunate that his mother's family lived as close to Riverside as they did; there was a rather prestigious school nearby that catered to those with higher intellect. So, he wasn't completely helpless; Spock would still be able to learn and experiment, just perhaps, not as he was accustomed to.
You could say many things about Spock. But one thing you could never repudiate was that Spock loved his mother. He truly did. He would do anything for her, including moving to a small town populated by a majority of humans. Spock would deal. He always did. So if he had to deal with a school full of humans and a blonde human male right across from his window, he would. Because it made his mother happy.
Spock spent the next hour or so sorting out the small amount of supplies he had in his work room. He was missing several boxes but he at least managed to set up his desks and a few electronic devices. The raven haired Vulcan stepped down the stairs, absently wondering where his mother was and if she might need his help.
"Spock?" What was the human expression? Speak of the devil? Of course, this saying was completely illogical and honestly t- "Spock, baby, how do you like your room." Right, his mother.
"My quarters are satisfactory, mother. They will serve me well for their purpose. May I inquire as to when the remainder of our possessions will arrive? I noticed that the room that is to be mine for studies is rather empty." His mother shot a gleaming smile at him and his side became suspiciously warm. Perhaps this move had adverse effects on him after all.
"I'm glad you 'find them satisfactory'. The rest of our stuff should be arriving within the week. The person in charge of our things apparently had a problem in one of their ships. A malfunction of some kind? So what we have now is all we'll have for a few days. Sorry, sweetie."
"It is of no consequence mother. I am sure I will be able to keep myself adequately occupied. Do you require any assistance?" A sharp eyebrow was raised in query towards the stack of plates filling Amanda's arms. The mother smiled at her son again.
"No, dear. You ca-" She was cut off by a rather aggravating melody coming from…well actually, even with his superior hearing, Spock could only deduce that it was coming from the house. He could not pinpoint the exact location. "Well, I suppose if you don't mind, could you answer the door?" Spock nodded in acceptance and began his short journey around the corner and down the hall to the front door. He opened it swiftly.
Of course, who else would be outside but the boy he had seen earlier? Surprisingly, he was not alone but standing with two slightly older people. He estimated the pair to be in their mid-twenties or perhaps at the latest, their early thirties. The woman stepped forward and smiled charmingly.
"Hello, my name is Aurelan Kirk. This is George and Jim. We live right next door. We thought that we would tottle on over and welcome you to Iowa. I made this pie as a welcoming gift. I do hope you like it." The older man, George, stepped forward and held out a calloused hand.
"George Samuel Kirk. It's a pleasure to meet you. Welcome to Iowa." Spock glanced at his hand and hesitated before looking up to explain why exactly he would not be shaking his hand. Unexpectedly, the teenager-Jim, as humans say, 'beat him to it'.
"Sam. Put your hand down. Hands are erogenous zones for Vulcans. If you touched hands it basically be Vulcan kissing. Holding hands like that would be considered something like making out, no?" With the end of that sentence, Jim looked Spock in the eyes. "If I'm not mistaken the correct sign of greeting would be..." Jim separated his middle and ring fingers on his right hand into a V and grinned. "It's called the Ta'al. The traditional words are, 'Live long and prosper' aren't they?"