A/N: ... okay, so um...I'm a huge fan of star trek and Disney and I decided to kill time and make a story. First fanfic EVER... So please go easy on me okay? *random person throws a rock at the author* (Why do people do THIS!)

Disclaimer: I do not own anything... if I did Spock/Kirk would have been officially canon. :D

Warnings: um... gay couple(s), some swearing, OOCness (it's a Disney movie!) and... Yeah that's about it for now (until I think of something else) so, DON'T LIKE DON'T READ!

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Evening star is shining bright,

So make a wish and hold on tight,

There's magic in the air tonight,

And anything can happen.

It was a beautiful evening in New Orleans, Louisiana. The sky was painted a dark shade of blue as twinkly stars and bright moon decorated it with beauty. A large street of said town was illuminated by both large streetlights and tiny fireflies; it seemed like a silk painting with its many houses which stood high with grace and were of amazing sizes but, the most spectacular one belonged to a man named Christopher "Big Daddy" Pike, a wealthy, white sugar baron.

That's were a young boy and his mother were spending their time at.

Amanda, a young seamstress, was making a beautiful princess's dress as she read a book to the two kids in front of her. One of them was the daughter of the sugar baron, a beautiful green skinned girl with fiery red hair and emerald eyes. The other was a boy, the son of the seamstress; he had creamy white skin, chocolate brown eyes and the most recognisable feature from his entire body... Were his pointed ears.

"And then, just in that moment, the ugly little frog looked up with his sad, round eyes and pleaded:" Amanda took a small pause so she lowered her voice to impersonate the frog. "Oh, please, dear princess, only a kiss from you can break this terrible spell that was inflicted on me by a wicked witch."

That time, Amanda took a longer pause to fix the bow she was making. As she tried to straighten it, Gaila, the green skinned girl, leaned into Spock and whispered "This is my favourite part" her green lips curled into a smile as she hugged (crushed) the cat she was holding.

Amanda, who had just finished the bow, turned back to face the book. She flipped to the next page and read out loud "And the beautiful princess was so moved by his desperate plea, that she stooped down, picked up the slippery creature...leaned in" the young seamstress took on mysterious physic as the two kids leaned in as if they would be able to hear her better. "... Raised him to her lips, aaaaaand kissed that little frog." Gaila let out a high-pitched squeal and Spock's eyebrow shot up in disbelieve or perhaps disgust towards the confusing, human story. "Then, the frog was transformed into a handsome prince. They were married and lived happily ever after, the end."

Amanda finished the story with a smile as she saw Gaila cheer and fall over her dress and Spock raise his slanted eyebrow again as he watched his friend with silent amusement. "Read it again, read it again!" Gaila chanted as she got up and pranced around her room with glee for a few seconds before Amanda took a hold of her and placed the bow on the dress for a final touch. "Sorry Gaila, it's time for us to be heading home."

Spock, who had been quiet the whole night, finally spoke up. "It is illogical to kiss a frog." He stated with a deadpan voice. Gaila simply smirked as she scooted closer to him. "Is that so?" she smiled and took out a frog mask from behind her back and placed in on the poor cat. "Hey, Spock! Here comes your prince charming!" she squealed and grabbed the cat by the tail. She then, shoved it at Spock's face and made kissing sounds, indicating for him to kiss the hair ball. "Cease your actions at once!" He ordered and he tried to push the two beings away without using his Vulcan strength to hurt them.

After a moment of struggling, Gaila was pushed off. She rolled around the carpet before coming to a full stop and giving Spock a dreamy gaze. "I would kiss a frog. I would kiss a hundred frogs, if I could marry a prince and be a princess."

"That is quite illogical; frogs are quite unhygienic and might carry some deadly deceases." Spock pointed out before sitting up straight. "So?" To proof her point, Gaila started to press kisses all over the defenceless kitten. "MEOW!" the cat hissed before jumping out of the green "princess's " arms and onto the ceiling where it got stuck upside-down.

"Kids, stop tormenting that poor little kitty." Amanda ordered before getting on a chair and grabbing the struggling feline. The moment the kitten was put down, it clawed its way towards a corner. "Poor thing."

A few seconds later, the door opened to find an aging man walking in. His blond hair was slowly starting to turn gray and the wrinkles on his face became more and more noticeable as each day went by. "Good evening Amanda!" the man saluted before Gaila ran up to him to show off her new dress. "Daddy, daddy! Look at my new dress! Isn't it pretty?" Gaila's green lips curled into a toothy smile as her father nodded his agreement.

"HAH, HAH look at you!" Happily, the man picked Gaila up and twirled her around like if she were a doll. "I would expect nothing less from the finest seamstress in all New Orleans" he turned to face Spock and Amanda, who were starting to pack up their stuffs. Pike was about to take a step towards them and thank them when Gaila cut him off by shouting: "Ohhh, I want that dress" Gaila pointed at the picture of the book, her eyes glowed with excitement as she turned a little to face her father better. "No, Sug-" Christopher was cut off once again by Gaila as she pulled on his hair and started to chant "" the man, getting desperate, turned to face Amanda with wild eyes "Amanda, do you think you can web up something like that" he asked and received a warm smile from " the finest seamstress". "Anything for my best customer." She pointed at the many dresses she had made over the past few weeks; each the same color... Pink. "Come along Spock. Your father should be home from work by now."

The young Vulcan nodded and he walked out the door and towards the large hallways of the house. As he walked down the large stairs, he heard Christopher Pike scowl his daughter and then, ask if she wanted a pet Sehlat. Which no doubt, Gaila agreed to without a second thought.

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Spock and Amanda waited at the corner for ten minutes before a green trolley appeared. As Spock mounted the stairs, he saw few people... exactly five beings, each looking tired and sleepy in their own way. "Come along Spock." Amanda whispered as she picked Spock up and sat him next to the window.

Spock placed his tiny hands on the glass and tried to look at the many houses which they passed. He was fascinated by the many colourful buildings of such an amazing town. "They are quite pretty Spock."

After a while, they arrived at their stop. It was nothing like Gaila's mansion. Spock lived in small cottage, right outside town. Though it was small, Spock felt, even if illogical, grateful to have a home at all.

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"The aroma is quite pleasant, Spock" a deadpan voice said as the tiny Vulcan stirred a bowl of plomeek soup. Sarek, Spock's father, watched his son with an approving/criticizing gaze while Amanda watched the two Vulcans with a bemused look, pleased that they were getting along. "Thank you father" Spock said in an equal deadpan voice as he set the wooden spoon down and stared at the liquid with a hint of suspicion.

After a moment of gazing, Spock grabbed a teaspoon of pepper and dropped it in. "that should be adequate." He announced and took his spoon from the counter and dipped it into his soup again.

Holding the cooking utensil out to his father, Spock held his breath and watched as his father consumed his food. "This is most exquisite" Spock sighed silently and averted his eyes towards his mother. She grinned as she walked over to them and patted Spock in the head with affection. "Sarek, our little boy has got a gift" the man nodded sternly before saying "indeed, he does."

The woman continued to grin happily as she practically ran out the door and shouted "hey everybody, my son make plomeek soup." There were shouts of approval from the neighbours as they got closer and closer to the Vulcan's home. After a while, everyone was giving complements to a slightly blushing Vulcan boy as they ate and laughed together and simply enjoyed their moment of peace amongst friends.

That night, Sarek and Amanda sat on Spock's bed. "Spock, though it made seem illogical, good food brings beings together. They simply share the moment" Sarek said as he stared at his son with black eyes, so unlike his son's. "That is why when I buy my own restaurant, beings from all over the quadrant shall 'line up' to attend to it." Sarek took out a small poster from his back pocket which showed a picture of a beautiful restaurant. "Father, I am afraid to tell you that it shall be OUR restaurant," Spock corrected, which made Amanda laughed heartily and Sarek raise his slanted eyebrow in amusement, "Indeed, it shall be" he took a crayon from Spock's bed and wrote in cursive "Spock's place." Spock had to fight the urge to smile as he stared at the paper. After a moment, he looked outside and saw a beautiful, shining star. "Father?

"Yes?"

"Is it true that when you... 'Make a wish upon an evening star' it shall come true?" Spock curious gaze shifted from his mother, to his father and to the star over and over again; trying to find an answer.

"It is... a human custom, I believe that 'hard work' will take you farther, Spock... but, indeed... a little faith is quite helpful at times." Sarek said with hesitation before turning away to face the door. "I shall retire for the night." It was the only thing Sarek said before leaving.

"Heh, your father is one confusing man." Amanda chuckled as she played with Spock's hair. "Spock, what your father was trying to tell you is that... that old star will take you part of the way. You got to help him with some hard work of your own. And then... you can do anything you said you mind to." Amanda smiled as she cupped her son's cheek in her hand. "Do you get it?" Spock hesitated. "I... I believe so." satisfied with answer, Amanda got up from the bed and whispered: "Spock... promise me that you'll never lose sight of what is really important." She smiled as Spock nodded. "Night, baby." She leaned down and pressed her soft lips on the young Vulcan's cheek before leaving the room.

In the dark, Spock tried to stare at the poster in his hands before crawling towards the window again; he looked up at the sky and was simply hypnotised by it until the point where human thoughts were slowly trying to push their way into Spock's tiny mind. A particular thought appeared as he checked his room one last time and closed his eyes "Please, please, please"

After a minute or two, He cracked his eyes and stared at the streets until he saw a slight movement from the corner of his eye. He turned his head to the right and was met by a green slimy frog with yellow eyes.

After a beat, the frog croaked loudly and Spock had to suppress a scream as he ran from his room and into his parents.

GOD, HE HATED FROGS!

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A/N: tell me what you think? Please touch the button at the bottom and review (come on, you know you wanna!)

P.S please... NO FLAMES! And NO BASHING! I have a very low self esteem and I WILL GO EMO IN THE CORNER (ANIME/ MANGA STYLE) if you people say things like:

-you suck

-get a life

-go to hell, you ruined Disney and/or Star trek

So to all those readers that are like that: WHY THE HELL ARE YOU READING THIS IN THE FIRST PLACE?

Thank you. *random person throws rock at author* WHY ARE YOU PEOPLE DOING THIS TO ME? (Lol, dramatic much? :D) *runs off*