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Deep brown eyes stared blankly at the older man sitting at the table. The girl ran an irritated hand through her chin length black hair and moved it so that it covered her annoyingly pointed ears. She moved to the window and gazed out with a look of determination as she heard the sound of a vehicle that she could not yet see. She fought back a smile when she saw a tall boy walking towards the house. Her eyes darted to the right as the white transport quickly approached. She flattened the jacket of her attire and turned to the man watching her from the table. She lifted her chin.

"Grandfather, the shuttlecraft is approaching." There was a strange feeling in the bottom of her stomach that she had not felt since she was a child first going to school. She approached the man at the table. "The last fourteen years of my life have been pleasurable in your presence. I express my gratitude with much respect."

The man stood and inclined his head slightly. He lifted his hand in the proper salute. "Live long and prosper, Hazina."

The girl nodded and copied his movements. "And you, Grandfather Sarek, live long and prosper." She gave him a lingering look, an obvious side effect of her more human genes. She moved to the back of the house quickly. Her eyes darted between the two children sitting on the bed with their legs crossed staring into one another's eyes. It was not strange for her to walk into such moments of intellectual intimacy between the two; it was how they strengthened the already ridiculously strong bond between them.

It was her brother who first turned to her with eyes that were more like her grandfather's than anyone else. He lifted his chin. "In light of your departure, Shi'Kahr has moved her things into your room. You do find this logical."

For a fifteen year old, he talked so much like her grandfather that she wanted to examine his brain. The girl on the bed turned to look at her behind a mat of straight black hair that fell to her shoulders. She lifted her hands and pulled the hair back with a clip. She stood and walked to her older sister. While she and her brother were twins, she was more human than he. He was better at handling his emotions and thinking with clear logic; he had followed every Vulcan tradition, aside from the bonding. They looked as Vulcan as their father. Shi'Kahr inhaled deeply and wrapped her sister in a tight hug.

"Solin has taken much of my emotions because I find them unbearable at times. The mental bond he and I share is amazing. I think I got all the emotion out of our birth." The girl smiled. "I will miss you, ko-kai." She tightened her hold around Hazina's waist.

The older girl nodded. "You will have the same choice in only two years, Vakh."

Shi'Kahr laughed and pulled away from her sister. She was the only person that called her such a term of endearment. Although they spoke fluent Vulcan and Romulan, they preferred to speak in a combination of Vulcan and English that their grandfather referred to as "illogical" but picked up because he found it "logical to understand them quicker." She pressed a warm kiss into her sister's cheek. The slight contrast in their skin tones caught the younger girl off guard for several seconds. While she and her brother would be described as the color of cinnamon sticks, their older sister's skin was the color of honey being held towards the sun. She ran a finger over her sister's cheek before moving back to the bed. "Live long and prosper." The twins had lifted their hands and spoke at the same time.

She copied their movements and went into her room one last time. As she gathered her bags, she heard her grandfather leaving through the front door. She stacked her three suitcases neatly and pulled them through the house with ease. Her brown eyes gave her siblings, who had gone back to their meditation, a last look. She stood in front of the door gazing at the only Vulcan that wasn't her grandfather she would have ever called a friend, if he would have allowed it. His short black hair was cut in the traditional Vulcan style. He bowed to her slightly and bid her farewell. She closed her eyes and inclined her head slightly. After bowing to her grandfather, she stepped onto the vehicle with heaviness about her shoulders. She had not left Vulcan since she was three years old. She had made her intentions of attending Starfleet known well before she was even selected to enter the Vulcan Academy of Science.

She, much like her father, was fascinated with learning as much as possible outside the walls she had been trapped in for the past fourteen years of her life. Trapped? Not really. It was illogical to consider herself trapped when her parents always gave them the chance to leave with them when they visited. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a pink lace handkerchief. Her father had given it to her for her fifth birthday. She clutched it in her hand and fought the logic that doing something so trivial would not bring her comfort. Her eyes fluttered closed as the shuttle began to pull away. She could not bear to see her grandfather again.

Much like her life until her actually moving away, the trip to Earth was uneventful. Hazina easily maneuvered her bags through the thick crowd of people milling about the star base. She moved towards the nearest tunnel that led to a line of shuttlecrafts. After little calculation and much reservation, she stepped onto the second shuttlecraft. A boy that looked to be her age watched her with narrowed eyes. Was he trying to calculate how she was able to carry bags that looked to weigh over half of what she did? It was quite simple: she was stronger than most humans because of her Vulcan blood. She glanced at him once before staring straight ahead.

After handing her papers to a woman with short blond hair and gray eyes, she followed her aboard the larger shuttle. She motioned Hazina into a seat between a pale blue Bolian girl with a bald head and a dark skinned girl with her hair cut in a style she recognized as an afro, which popular in the twentieth century. She sat down and stared straight ahead as she fastened her seat belt.

"I'm Tria Haro of Bolarus. It is pleasant to meet you." She extended a blue hand.

Hazina stared at her hand, but simply inclined her head. "Hazina of Vulcan."

"Your name is of Swahili origin?" The dark girl sitting beside her leaned forward and stared at her. Her hazel eyes searched Hazina's face with much scrutiny. "You don't look Vulcan. Either way, I'm Aziza Umbha. Is this your first year?"

"My mother's maiden tongue is Swahili, and, yes, this is my first year." Hazina looked at the girl sitting next to her.

"And I thought you would be half Vulcan and half Betazed! I'm a freshman too." The Bolian girl nudged Hazina with her elbow.

The dark girl on her right gave a soft laugh. "This is my second year. My roommate finished up last year. Maybe we can go to the administrative office and get you in the room with me. I know a little about Vulcans."

Her eyebrows were hidden behind her ebony bangs as she replied, "that is acceptable."

"You are hot!" The Bolian girl moved over slightly. "I mean your body temperature."

"She is Vulcan." Aziza nodded thoughtfully.

"My body temperature is one hundred point two degrees. This is normal." Hazina looked forward again. While she hated to be impolite, she could not resist the urge to ignore the questions the blue girl put to her. When the shuttle stopped, which time she had calculated as soon as she had shut out the outside noise, she stood and was the first person from the shuttle. She held her bags in her arms until she was able to stack them neatly. Then, to the wondrous eyes of the people around her, she placed the luggage on the ground and rolled it forward. Aziza appeared next to her pulling a single suitcase behind her. She smiled at Hazina and motioned towards a small building. With an incline of her head, Hazina followed her in that direction.

It took 36.39 minutes for Aziza to talk the woman at the housing window into changing the register and put Hazina in the room with her. She convinced the woman that she and Hazina had become fast friends and she wanted to look after her. The woman had nodded and said interspecies friendships were celebrated and because her roommate had been a human girl, it would be reasonable for her to make the changes. Hazina found the woman's logic acceptable but slightly flawed.

She placed each of her suitcases on the bed and opened them slowly. She moved her folded items of clothing from the suitcases to the provided dressers neatly. She put each suitcase within the other until there was only the big suitcase. She pushed it underneath the bed. After looking at the two pairs of shoes she brought with her, she suddenly felt like she wanted a new pair. She knew that it was illogical of her to want another pair of shoes when she already had one for walking and one for dressing. She ran a hand over her hair. Was she nervous? She pushed the feeling into the back of her mind and went to take a shower as soon as Aziza appeared from within their shared bathroom with fresh clothing on.

While it had taken her ten point thirteen minutes to dress, Hazina found that it was unsettling that Aziza took nearly exactly four times as long dressing. Standing beside her bed dressed in a pale yellow shirt and a white skirt that was two inches above her knees, Hazina stared at the two pairs of shoes before her with a blank expression. Was she going to be forced to wear her black boots or her white gym shoes? She slipped her feet into the gym shoes and ran her fingers through her hair, which was starting to curl; moisture and water had that effect on her hair.

They walked to the mess hall in silence. Aziza would occasionally point out a building and explain its purpose, but she did not say more than she deemed necessary. Hazina appeared to be in deep thought. She looked up suddenly and gazed at a group of people standing in front of the doors making a ruckus. One of the girl stared at her with a smirk before leaning into their group and saying something. They burst into laughter and looked at her. It was the first time in her life that someone had said something rude about her hair instead of her heritage. Hazina found the insult highly illogical and not worth refuting. She ignored the girl smirking at her as she and Aziza went inside.

"People here on Earth are rude, Hazina. You dealt with that well." Aziza picked up a bowl of spaghetti, sliced Italian bread, and a bottle of water before heading to an empty table.

Hazina, who grew up a vegetarian because of her grandfather, had chosen to try something new. She gazed down at the bread with the red sauce and cheese on it with a curious expression. Aziza called it pizza before she ate a spoonful of spaghetti. Aha! Hazina cut a piece and put it into her mouth with her fork. A small frown disrupted her serene expression. Her mouth was assaulted by the unusual tastes. She swallowed before pushing the plate away. "This food is not for nutritional need. It has an illogical amount of triglycerides and spices."

"It's something you eat for fun. Go get something else." Aziza bit into her bread.

Hazina resolved herself to get a vegetable wrap and a bowl of bean soup. She tested each food before deciding they were good enough to eat. Her eyes moved from the face of each represented species in the crowd. She calculated that the human alien ratio was not less that 64.87% to 36.13 %. She placed her cup of tea on the table and looked at the girl sitting across from her watching her with raised eyebrows.

"What are you thinking about?"

"I calculated the human to alien ratio and then I calculated the ratios of--"

"I knew it! When you told us your body temperature I instantly thought that you were a walking calculator."

She blinked. "Calculations are more interesting than idle thoughts."

"Not always." Aziza laughed and stood.

She paid apt attention to the mini lesson her new roommate was giving her on Earth customs. When something heavy crashed into her, she barely moved. Instead, she looked down to find a boy with short brown hair and blue eyes rubbing his shoulder and muttering a string of curse words. He stood suddenly and wandered back to the group they had passed earlier. She heard him call her a piece of iron. One of the girls had lifted his sleeved and pointed out that he was already bruising.

Aziza clutched her stomach as she burst into laughter. While Hazina was positive the girl had not heard what the boy had said, she found her laughter refreshing and slightly calming. Her thoughts had been stopped when the boy had slammed into her. She wrapped her hand around her wrist behind her back. Aziza continued in that manner until they were inside their room again. She collapsed on her bed and fanned herself with her hand. Tears danced on the edge of her eyelids.

"I can't wait to see you in defense classes!" Aziza laughed as she rolled over onto her side.

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I don't have a beta, but I comb through these chapters several times before I post them. If there's something wrong just ignore it. Oh, and this story is already over halfway complete.