Disclaimer: I still don't own Star Trek, which should make you reassured of your sanity's safety.

Author's Note: Thaaanks for reviews! Okay, I know this isn't Bones and Jim, but I think I'll do one of them next. Also, I admit to not knowing when Spock was promised to T'Pring. If they said it in Amok Time, I was too busy derping to notice. So… yeah, creative license. Woot!

When Spock was ten years old, his parents chose him a bondmate, as was custom. Her name was T'Pring, and his parents informed him that he should be grateful for having a bondmate who would care for him in his times of need, that he should always be respectful of her, and that he ought to be happy for being bonded to such a lovely young lady. His mother said that last part.

Spock had the idea of making his bondmate a friendship bracelet as he lay alone in his bed, thinking over the words of his parents and tentatively feeling the new door created in his mind, still so fresh and fragile-seeming. It seemed that T'Pring fit his mother's description of a friend… however, would a Terran gift be appreciated by a Vulcan girl? There was also the unfortunately all too possible disdain he would receive from her if he gave her such an emotionally significant gift. In the end, he decided for it, as it seemed like a good way to show respect and appreciation for a person who would certainly be a significant part of his life.

He spent an entire day thinking about a pattern which would be ascetically pleasing to her. He decided on a simple three-color bracelet which had two colors alternating in the center, and one as a border. He chose the colors red and indigo as the colors for the center, the colors representing his house and hers, respectively. Simple black would be the border. He started the bracelet the following day with lamnu wool yarn, which he had obtained with his own allowance, which had been saved up in case of some such occurrence for some time. As he made it, he was quite careful to make each and every knot exactly the way it should be, a task which had gotten easier the more he practiced.

It was completed by the end of the week, even with the high amount of homework given in the local school to fifth-years. Spock always found making bracelets always soothing, somewhat like meditation. His mind would calm and still as his focus became solely on the small knots creating a simple, yet pleasing, pattern. He actually made two, as he thought that if she found the idea pleasing, they could both wear one.

(Of course, he was fully prepared to have all his ideas, and the bracelet for her, rejected. He had realized such a gift may not be considered acceptable by a Vulcan, and may be interpreted as a symbol of being shackled to a half-vulcan, surely the ultimate shame. But he could hope that she would be open-minded.)

He walked to her home by himself, with permission from his parents, with the bracelets in his pants pockets. He rapped on the door with his knuckles, and in zero point eight minutes the door opened, to show his bondmate on the other side. She regarded him coolly. "What is it you desire, Spock?" she asked.

"I request you to walk with me." he answered simply. Her brows furrowed.

"I have homework and household duties. Will this take long?"

"No."

"Then I will walk with you." she replied, stepping out of the doorway and shutting the door behind her. They walked in silence for a few moments as Spock gathered his thoughts. Then he spoke. "In light of our recent bonding, I have created you a gift. It may not interest you; nevertheless, I feel obligated to offer it." At T'Pring's curious nod, he stopped walking and took his hand out of his pocket, revealing the bracelet. He presented it to her. "This is called a friendship bracelet. It is a Terran custom to share these bracelets among friends, or others one cares deeply about. I thought," he continued, feeling somewhat awkward at her staring at him, face betraying no emotion, "that we could wear these, as it is only logical for us to be friends if we are to be bondmates." She had been looking at the bracelet, then at him. Now she turned her attention back to the bracelet. "May I?" she asked. Spock nodded.

She took the bracelet out of his hand, running her fingers along the small bumps. She looked at the pattern, the colors. Spock knew she recognized the significance of the colors. "I find it interesting," she finally admitted, "as well as quite ascetically pleasing to me." She slipped it onto her wrist, examining her arm with a neutral gaze. Spock took out the other bracelet in his pocket. "I have created another, that if you wish, I would wear as well." She looked at him. "That would be pleasing to me, yes." she said, rather formally. Spock put his on his own arm.

"It is only logical that we become friends." T'Pring said thoughtfully, as they continued walking, beginning to turn in such a way that their path would loop back to the house. "I am also quite curious as to how these are made. Perhaps, if we both have schedules allowing corresponding free time, you could show me how to make such bracelets." Spock agreed, inwardly feeling very pleased. Not being rejected had already caused him satisfaction, but being openly accepted… well, happiness was not a logical feeling, so that could not be what he was feeling.

"They are made by knotting strings together," he said as they began walking back to her house. "Perhaps we could compare schedules. I could come to your house and show you some patterns, if you like."

"Yes," T'Pring replied. "Spock…" she said. Spock looked at her, alert. They stopped walking.

"I thank thee for thy gift." T'Pring said, formally. Spock bowed deeply, as was tradition. They were soon at the door, and T'Pring slipped inside without another word, even as Spock began turning back to his house, satisfied he had made a friend.

Note: I'm kind of planning this out, maybe, with each chapter documenting Spock's different encounters with people regarding friendship bracelets. Wow, that looks stupid when I type it out. But yeah… there shall be more chapters. :P

Please review! I am still trapped by the idea-beast, and trying to please it the only way I can! Reviews help me escape!