AN: … Crap looks like I died. Pretty much. I'm sorry! It's been forever, but here ya go Ch. 1 all shiny and full of typos. Bleh. Anyhoo life just kicked me in the butt, but I'm back and so is this story.
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POINTS to those who caught my big typo in the last chapter! Platospens thank you for pointing it out. *** It was Chis Pike not Chris Pine *** I must have had Chris Pine on the brain.
Anyway: Disclaimers and warnings and such are same as in the first chapter.
On with this chapter:
Chapter One (Aka I can't think of chapter titles)
It was the ears that first caught his eyes. Jim had seen may different species of people and many different looking ears during his time at the library, but he had never seen such delicately pointed ears before. He couldn't seem to take his eyes off the strange appendages.
He peered through the shelves of books at the Vulcan boy across the room. He watched as the boy talked to a kind looking human woman. He wanted to say that the woman was the boy's mother, but that couldn't be right. Humans and Vulcans rarely interacted with humans, especially in an intimate enough way to create a child… but she had that look on her face as she gazed at the young Vulcan boy. One Jim recognized from many of the mothers who brought their children to Story Time on Saturdays. That face amused look full of love, care and a hint of exasperation. It simultaneously made Jim want to smile and retch.
Suddenly the Vulcan boy turned towards Jim, startling him. Jim turned away and pretended to be shelving books, but he berated himself on the inside. The boy was on the other side of room! Of course he couldn't see Jim. He had nothing to be embarrassed about.
He sighed and truly began to shelve the books on the metal cart on his right. After a few minutes of the repetitive motions he risked a glance back at the boy. He let out another little sigh when he found the boy and his mother(?) to be gone. He felt a small sting of disappointment, but easily dismissed it and went back to his work.
"I saw that kid." A gruff voice sounded besides him, startling him slightly. He turned to his friend.
"Saw what, Bones?" He reached for another book, but found he had finished that row. He pulled the cart down a rows of shelves, knowing Bones would follow him. He shelved as Bones spoke.
"I saw you staring at that hobgoblin."
"I was not staring!" Jim snapped, his face coloring a bit.
"Then what do you call the ten minutes you spent looking at him?" Bones leaned casually against shelve.
"Why don't you help me shelve instead of making things up?" He shoved a couple books into the older boy's hands.
"Whatever Jimbo, we both know you were staring. Care to share why?" Bones asked as he put the books in their places.
"I wasn't staring at him… I was just curious that's all." He paused. "The woman with him was his mother right?"
"How the hell should I know?" Bones grumbled as he pulled a few more books off the cart. Jim hummed thoughtfully.
"So that would make him half Vulcan, right?"
"Correct Jim Kirk." A monotone voice behind them caused Bones to curse in surprise and Jim to drop the book he was holding. He scrambled to pick it up, his face flushing. Once he had righted himself and elbowed a laughing Bones he turned to the Vulcan boy.
"Um. Hi. Uh… sorry… How do you know my name?" He nearly squeaked. He cleared his throat and shot a glare at Bones, who was struggling to hide his laughter.
"I asked the young woman at the front desk for the person who had the best knowledge of the books kept in this establishment and she directed me to you." He said it all so matter-of-factly that Jim blinked at him for a good minute until Bones intervened.
"Jim here had read just about every book in this library. If you need help finding something he's your boy. Now Jimmy be nice and help this kid." Jim gave Bones a bewildered look at his weird tone and received a grin in return. Great. Bones was planning something. "Go on. I'll finish putting away the books." The Vulcan boy had been watching their interactions with an expression of what Jim thought was curiosity. It was hard to tell with the blankness of his expression. Jim shot him a weak smile.
"Well what can I help you with Mr…" He trailed off uncertainly.
"Spock."
"Mr. Spock."
"My mother wishes me to read Terran classics during my stay here, but I have nothing to reference from and I know not what is considered as classics here." Jim withheld a chuckle, what a mouthful.
"So basically you need help finding classics." The other boy inclined his head slightly in agreement. "Why not ask your mother for a list of books?"
"She said I need to find books that 'speak' to me." Jim could read slight distaste on his face and he gave the boy a small smile.
"Alright, I'll see what I can do about that. Follow me." He walked to the front desk and grabbed a pencil and paper. Spock gave a raised eyebrow at the out of date tools.
"Whatever works." He said in explanation with a shrug. He began to compile a list of his favorite classics. Next to each title he wrote where the book could be located.
"Try these." He handed the list to Spock, who scanned it quickly and nodded.
"When will I be able to speak to you once I have finished these?" The shorter boy asked quietly.
"I'm here pretty much always, except for school, so any time after 4-ish on weekdays and from opening to closing on weekends. I'll be-" He broke off suddenly as a group of children came squealing in. "Aw crap. What time is it?"
"It is precisely noon." Spock replied instantly.
"Whoops I didn't realize it was so close to Story Time. Sorry, but I've got to run. It was nice to meet you Mr. Spock." He ran off to the children section as quick as he could.
He was telling the children a story about a dragon when he saw Spock checking out an armful of books. He smiled at the sight of the small boy carrying such a huge amount of books out the doors and into the hovercar where his mother was waiting.
He grinned at nothing in particular. Something was starting, he could feel it.
Well it was a bit longer. I really suck at writing in large portions at a time, but hey at least I finally got around to writing it.
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Sorry for any typos. I never notice them tell after I hit the publish button.