Description: Little stories about everybody's favorite crew's first words. Spock's turn… my favorite character; I hope you guys like!
Disclaimer: I own nothing! I do not profit, it's all for fun, and all that jazz.
Loud bangs echoed in the cavernous kitchen as Amanda rummaged through the vast cabinets, scraping pots and pans against one another all the while, in search of the one she needed. The sounds reverberated off the high walls and amplified the sounds producing an erratic cacophony that was slightly distressing to the young Vulcan child's ears but oddly entertaining all the same.
Amanda was working quickly to prepare the end meal; her husband, Ambassador Sarek of Vulcan, was currently in his office conversing with the members of his ambassadorial staff and when he was finished Amanda was determined to have a full table waiting for him. She had been unable to cook for her husband for some time as her position at the Science Academy had kept her too occupied for tend to such things and in all honesty she was feeling guilty for that.
The banging and clanging continued as young Spock sat in his high chair toying with the dried fruit his mother had placed before him, cooing contentedly in his seat.
It was then that his attention was claimed by his mother's half-crazed muttering, "Who in their right mind would put the heaviest dishes up on the highest shelf? Where's the damn logic is increasing your chances of dropping a ten pound glass bowl on your head?" And on she grumbled quietly to herself, vowing to identify and fire the servant who was making such a simple task so unnecessarily complicated.
Spock had just redirected his attention to the date clenched in his small fist when there was a loud CRASH and his mother began hopping madly on one foot, her right hand planted firmly on the counter to keep her balance, her left cradling the toes of her left foot.
As a throbbing pain pulsed mercilessly in her toes, Amanda unleashed a string of obscenities like nothing before heard on Vulcan. As her pain subsided, she gingerly put her foot back on the stone floor. In doing so a jolt of pain grew in her big toe and shot up the length of her leg. This time she whispered just one word, barely audible… but audible nonetheless.
Little Spock promptly opened his mouth and imitated his mother perfectly. Amanda's mind snapped to her only son. A wide smile broke onto her face at the realization that her baby had just spoken his first word. But just as soon as this registered with her, so did the knowledge of just what he had said dawned on her. Her smile faded immediately and she shook her head.
No, Spock didn't say… that. She must have misheard him, yes, that was it! She approached her child and inquired softly, "What did you say, honey?" And she crossed her fingers hopefully.
No such luck.
He had said it, and what was worse was now he was singing it! Over and over in his sweet, innocent, baby's voice.
She had to act and quickly if she was to undo this damage: "No, baby. Say 'daddy.' 'Daddy?'" Spock considered his mother for a moment before stubbornly retorting with his newfound word.
"Oh, no! Say 'mommy!' 'Mama!' 'Mom!' Just say anything but that, Spocky," she pleaded with her son.
Nope. He was sticking to his guns and continued with his little song (it now had a noticeable pattern to it). Amanda would've smiled at the parallels between her and her son if she weren't so desperate to fix this little slip.
"But mommy said 'truck.' 'Truck,' Spock."
Spock giggled at his mother's obvious desperation and began shouting his apparent favorite word at the top of his lungs. Amanda sighed in defeat as her baby boy, kicking her while she was down, shrieked that one little word.
Too consumed in leafing through one of the countless books on parenting she had purchased not long after she learned she would be a mother, Amanda did not notice her son slip gracefully from his high chair onto the kitchen floor and begin waddling out toward the corridor. It wasn't until after she had gotten through to her own mother on a sub space message to ask her what to do, did she realize Spock was gone.
Sarek glossed over the report PADD his aide had just handed him. Yes, everything seemed to be in order. He was just about to call this little meeting to an end when a low whimpering began drifting in from the other side of the office door. The five Vulcans present turned their heads in the direction of the noise but only Sarek raised from his seat to investigate.
Outside he found his young son sitting on the cold floor, his head bowed and his hand cradled to his chest. Sarek sat down next to him so that he was as-level as could be with the small boy.
"What troubles thee, my son?" he asked, letting genuine concern mingle in his voice.
Spock raised his head to meet his father's gaze. The child's chocolate brown eyes were wide and wet with yet-to-be-shed tears. Silently he extended his right index finger for his father's inspection. Stuck there was a splinter.
Sarek, recalling his wife's lecture on how "girlfriends, driving lessons, and splinters" where to be his prerogatives as Spock's father, reached forward to remove the thing from the boy's skin.
With a quick squeeze and a small yelp from Spock, the object was removed. Sarek held it up to have another look at it and then turned to his son.
One fat tear rolled down Spock's cheek as he whispered to his father: "Fuck."
Sarek's eyebrows disappeared into his hairline and a look of shock spread across his face. It took him only 1.25 seconds to recompose himself. When he had regained control of his voice box he called out the first word that came to his mind: "Amanda!!"
Whatcha think? I'm doing McCoy next… I'll try to upload soon, but it could be awhile so be patient.
