The scene panned away from the insect scuttling away from a shovel. There were Vulcanian construction workers building a house wearing dark gray coveralls and a helmet to protect their raven hair. There were Vulcans walking past the sites. The stardate was 2237. A young Vulcan boy darted past the scenery on the Vulcan Motorcycle that was smaller in size resembling more of a bicycle than a motorcycle. It was painted a dark shade of gray with a white streak on the front. It even had S'chn T'gai Spock written in federation standard on the front. There were Vulcans giving chase after him throwing objects back at him wearing stoic masks to cover their biased demeanors. The camera panned over to the young boy being chased. He looked over his shoulder. He appeared to be seven years of age with large ears that had pointed tips.
"Your tendency to run away is quite illogical, Spock!" the lead bully shouted.
"Stop and face your peers!" the second bully shouted.
Spock looked over his shoulder, his eyes showing fear, at the peers.
"Look, he is having a emotion!" the lead bully said. "Get him!"
Surak, help me, Spock thought.
Spock speeded down through Vulcan streets and corners that had a strange bend to it. His legs were pumping up and down, repeatedly. Dirt was sent flying blurring the vision of several Vulcan bystanders. Spock made it to the steps of Vulcan Central Command, panting. The bullies stopped in their tracks. One of them smacked the bar to their kiddie bicycles to release their frustration. The Vulcanian hybrid had escaped their clutches once more. Spock made it off the motorcycle taking his helmet off discarding it to the floor making a bee line to the front doors. The doors automatically opened for him letting Spock in. He could hear, in his head, the Vulcans chastising him for running away. Vulcans could not apply the nerve pinch to each other, it was a general rule of knowledge, it would be an awkward conversation for two Vulcans attempting to nerve pinch the other.
Spock saw his father, with raven graying hair, speaking to a man with brown hair and fierced thick arched eyebrows. Sarek's hands were locked behind his back looking down in reserved emotion kept back. Sarek's face did not betray him. No emotions dripping from his voice. No emotions in his eyes. Amanda was back at the Vulcan Learning Center working over time. Spock suspected that nine year old Burnham was her pupil at the time. Amanda was always determined to do what she wanted.
"Andrew, your attempts to help our colonies have been welcoming," Sarek said. "but the hot spots that you have been visiting are gravely concerning for those who are not immunized against it."
"Ambassador S'chn T'gai Sarek of the planet sassy computers," Andrew said, in a tone of voice that sounded like an insult. Andrew's face was turning a shade of red. "You don't have permission to use my middle name!" Sarek did not seem hurt by the first reply. If he was hurt, he held it back well. "And second, they are not contagious."
"You are hereby barred from visiting the Vulcan Colonies," Sarek said. "only authorized physicians are allowed," Andrew sulked. "I do not take pleasure in barring one of the great McCoy's from doing what they are best at."
Andrew, or more known as David Andrew McCoy, was keeping his fingers rolled against his palm to keep his anger back. He didn't seem to be soothed by the Ambassador's reply. Spock's brown eyes were fixated on a ten year old boy was sitting down across from them stroking his hands down a sehlat cub. Spock's eyes saw the older boy's hazel eyes. The boy observed the Vulcanian child then grew a wide, genuinely delighted smile. His brown eyes lit up. The older boy let go of the sehlat cub then made his way from the two arguing adults. The sehlat cub mewed making its way after McCoy.
"Spock!" the cub came to a stop along the human's left shoe.
"Leonard," Spock acknowledged.
"How are ya?" Leonard asked.
"Adequate," Spock said.
"Ya got a little taller," Leonard said. "So how's bein' a Vulcan goin'?"
"It is unpleasent," Spock said. "but I will live."
"Great!" Leonard said. "You're doin' swell!"
"What brings your father here?" Spock inquired.
"Oh, well," Leonard said, glancing toward his father. "earlier, we were on one of those colonies with a disease that I can't quite say. Puts people in for pain for days on bed rest," he took out his small, inflate able ball from his pocket. "Would ya like to play soccer with me?"
Spock shot a glance at their respective parents.
"Perhaps," Spock said, as Andrew was going on a rant.
"I am not goin' to be anythin' like him when I grow up," Leonard said. "I will be nicer."
"You are a nice human," Spock said. "I share a great liking on you."
"Ya have a crush on me?" Leonard said, as a blush grew on his face.
"Yes," Spock said.
"Say, Spock," Leonard said. "uh. . . ya bethrothed. Nothin' goin' to happen between us."
"T'Pring is not interested in me," Spock said, then held his pinkie finger out. "we will dissolve the bethrotal link. When I am of age, I will choose you."
"Ah, a pinkie swear!" Leonard said. His smile faded. "We might be different people by then."
"I won't," Spock said.
"Ya won't, but I will," Leonard said.
"I will bond with thee when thy of age," Spock said, Leonard started to speak up but the Vulcan stopped him. "It does not matter to me if thy a different man. I will cherish thee, love thee, and care for thee no matter what. Thee will be my ashayam. And I would not have it any different. Our previous meld allowed me to realize our minds are compatible." his pinkie finger was held out. "You are my T'hy'la."
"I promise to marry ya when I am old enough," Leonard said, crossing over Spock's pinkie finger.
"I as well," Spock said, with a nod.
"I am not goin' to become a doctor when I grow up," Leonard said. "I'll be a soccer player."
"I will be a scientist when I come of age," Spock said. Leonard appeared to be pleased as their pinkie fingers unlinked.
Leonard smacked Spock's back.
"Let's go and play!" Leonard announced.
Leonard pressed a button underneath the ball as Sarek was savagely, yet calmly, replying to Andrew. The ball inflated on Leonard's palms until it was big. The two children made their way from the adults. Leonard kicked the ball down the hall. Vulcans stepped aside letting the two friends pass on by. Spock made it to the soccer ball then kicked it back toward the human's direction. Leonard used his foot to steady the ball then kicked it back toward Spock. Spock returned the ball with a swift, hard shot. The ball flew by the ear of T'Pau. T'Pau watched, with amusement, Spock going after the object while Leonard's laughter engulfed the building. Spock's foot stopped the ball. Spock's eyes were locked on the ball waiting for it to reach him. Spock kicked it back in Leonard's direction. The ball came flying back in Spock's direction. Spock used his knee to kick the ball back earning a cackle of laughter from the human.
Leonard kicked the ball back.
The ball darted under the table.
Leonard threw his hands into the air, cheering, "Score 1 for Team McCoy!" Andrew loudly sneezed.
Spock retrieved the ball from under the table then kicked the ball.
"Lenny, we're leavin'!" Andrew called.
Leonard turned from the ball as it flew over his shoulder.
"Ah pa," Leonard said, then his eyes caught the ball flying. "Watch out!"
The ball landed square in the face of a lime green with knobs attached to long like structures in a black suit.
"AH!" The represenative screamed as a pool of blood spewed from the broken nose.
Spock zipped out of the building.
"Leonard!" Andrew shouted, as he held the ball standing along the crumpled figure holding the ball in one hand sending a glare toward the boy. "your little ass is grounded."
"We will not join the federation if this is what will happen!" the representative scolded, shaking his green prickly finger at Sarek. "Count us out!"
"Mr Bently," Sarek said. "It will not happen."
"Can you promise me that?" Bently asked, with a deadly glare.
"Yes," Sarek said, turning toward Andrew and Leonard. "I am afraid that you're banned for life from Vulcan."
"Sarek, just go ahead and ban Leonard from Vulcan Central Command," Andrew said.
"You're banned," Sarek said, repeated. "please, leave. Both of you."
"And there goes relations with Earth," Andrew said, clasping a hand on Leonard's shoulder. "come alon', son."
Sarek picked up the sehlat cub gently stroking the little ones forehead.
Andrew sneezed once more.