Note: I have edited and fixed every single story on this Drabble book.

Looking over them again was really crazy, because my writing skills have improved so much in only 4 months. Just what? Anyway, they're much better now.:)

Spock sat in the dusty red dirt outside his home. He stared up at the rusty sky, the sun made it extremely hot, but the young Vulcan was comfortable.

He had come out of his home because his parents were fighting. He tried hard to hide the panic he felt when that happened, so he often just ran away. But not so far that he worried his mother.

Looking behind himself, he judged that he was exactly three feet and five millimeters from his front door. That wasn't very far, so his mother would be fine.

He decided to practice meditating. He was just beginning to learn this art, and was having trouble with it. He had yet to actually meditate. His father told him to look deep inside himself, deep into his inner mind. His mother told him that meditation was hogwash, whatever that meant.

He took several deep breaths and tried to focus on himself. He stayed quiet, and then he suddenly felt a strange sensation. It was like he was swimming in cool darkness. The heat from the outdoors disappeared, and in the blackness he saw things, the things that made him feel emotion. He saw his parents fighting. He saw the girls he found attractive. He saw his sealot. He wanted to make these images disappear. So he imagined them leaving.

Slowly, one at a time, they did. When they were gone, he felt peaceful.

When he finally opened his eyes, he heard his parents walk down the steps. He turned his head, and saw tears in his mothers eyes. "Mother, why do you cry?"

They came next to Spock. Sarak looked down at his son.

"I must congratulate you on meditating for the first time, it is a big step in a Vulcans life." His father's tone was even, but Spock could tell that he was probably proud of him.

He looked to his mother, "Please tell me why you cry?" He asked again. She sighed and sat next to her son.

"Because I am proud of you."

Spock was confused.

"I thought meditation was hogwash to you." She laughed and hugged her son. He shivered involuntarily at the rush of emotions from his mom. She let go, and then turned serious.

"You're growing up Spock."

His father nodded in agreement.

"We will need to discuss Pon Farr soon." Spock did not want to think about that. He knew it had to with mating, but not much else.

His mother laughed.

"You don't want to talk about that do you?"

"I cannot say that I do." She tossed her head back and laughed.

Spock never did understand why.