Bad For Me
A/N: hello my lovelies! Yeah I know its been a long time, but I decided to work on some of my stories today!
Summary: Teacher and student. Fiction and fact. Right and wrong. For Professor Spock and Liliandil, these lines keep getting blurred. Spock/OC ("Pretty Little Liars"'s Ezria inspired) AU!
I wasn't sure if they would still have cell phones, but I put it in there anyway.
Also, may I remind you that SPOCK SHOWS SOME EMOTION JUST TO HELP THE STORY GO ALONG.
So, since it took so long, I decided to make this kind of like the events of 3 and half of 4 combined.
Chapter Three
Classes still weren't easy. I tried not to answer any questions, afraid I might say something that would give us away. And he tried his best not to show favoritism, but considering I was one of the best in his class, he probably would've shown me some anyway.
Gaila and Uhura were still hung up on my relationship with him, not that I minded. I seemed to always have something to say about him, like a giggling school girl.
It was a week later when I got the letter. My parents were coming to visit for Christmas. And they wanted to meet my professors.
"Mom this isn't some primary school open house. I am in Starfleet training," I protested over the phone.
"Yes sweetie, we know but we are coming in two days. You know your father. He wants to know who you're learning from,"
"And if any of them are nutbags," I heard in the background. I rolled my eyes and sighed.
"Fine but I hope you know you're staying in the motel down the street," I said.
"Of course," mom said. I said my goodbyes and hung up.
"What was that about?" Gaila asked. I groaned, flopping back on my bed.
"My parents are coming to see me and... meet my professors," I suddenly realized, "Shit. I have to go talk to Spock,"
"Obviously," she answered, "But its a Saturday. Do you know where he would be?"
"Same place he always is,"
Prof. Spock
I looked at the plaque as I knocked.
"Come in," came his voice, strong and unwavering. I smiled, opened the door and shut it behind me.
"Hey," I said. He was packing up his bag. He looked up instantly at the sound of my voice and gave me a small half smile.
"Oh hello love," he said, "I was just packing up some stuff,"
"I can see that," I said, "I need to talk to you. Would you maybe want to have lunch?"
"But of course. We can go to my apartment," I got a little excited at the thought of seeing his place for the first time. I nodded.
"Okay," I said, "What will we be eating?" He smiled.
"That is for me to know and you to find out,"
His apartment was nice. Nicer than where I lived for sure. He had a bedroom/bathroom opposite a kitchen and small living room area. He was in the kitchen, fiddling with some food and refusing to let me see.
Finally he finished and sat me down at the table. I rolled my eyes at his perfectionism. He put a plate in front of me. It smelled fantastic and tasted even better. Some kind of chicken dish with rice. We made small conversation throughout. I was going to wait until after to pull out the big guns.
"That was delicious," I said, smiling. We were sitting on the couch, watching some program on his television, "I had no idea you could cook,"
"I'm a man of many talents," he said suggestively. I rolled my eyes as he captured my lips with his. I smiled against him and kissed back. I remembered I had to talk to him and pulled away.
"I-I have to talk to you," I said, "Before I get distracted,"
"Alright..." He said, "What's on your mind?"
"My parents are coming to visit and want to meet my professors," he moved his head slightly but made no expression, "And they always pick their favorite to ask to dinner. And I think we both know it'll be you,"
"Oh and why's that?" Even without making any expression, I could hear the smugness in his voice.
"Well they pick the teacher who gets through to them. The smartest one. The kindest one... Now that I think about it, they may not pick you," I said. He frowned, "I'm joking. I just need you to be careful,"
"But of course," he said. I smiled.
"Now get over here and let me kiss that frown away,"
"I still think he was looking at your mother strange," my father remarked. I rolled my eyes. He was convinced that my Earth history professor had been scoping out my mother.
"Dad he just admired the fact that she was wearing older earth clothes-"
"Old?" My mother asked, "These are from my past. I'm not that old!"
"I believe I said older. Which they are," I corrected. We walked to Spock's office and my dad rapped on the door a few times. In a matter of seconds the door had opened, like he'd been waiting right next to it. Which he probably had been.
"Hello. You must be Mr. and Mrs. Faberry,"
"Doctor," my father corrected, as he always did, "But yes. We are Lili's parents," I locked eyes with Spock and silently told him everything would be okay.
"Won't you please come in?"
After an hour of talking, I could tell my parents really likes Spock. I couldn't help notice my mother's eyes wandering over his body. I bit my tongue, literally, as to not say anything.
"Well it was very nice to meet you Spock," my father said, shaking his hand, "Now... As a tradition, we invite our favorite of Lili's professors for dinner,"
"Is that an invitation?" Spock's tone was almost challenging. I shot him a warning look.
"Yes it is," father said, not even noticing. I rolled my eyes, "I'm sure she can give you directions," all three looked at me expectantly. I shrugged.
"Fabulous," mother said, "Friday then," Spock nodded.
"Friday." My parents turned leave, "Liliandil. Could you stay? I would like to speak to you about your Klingon extra credit assignment,"
"I'll see you later?" I asked my parents. They nodded and stepped out. I groaned and glared at Spock.
"What?" He asked.
"Watch yourself. Don't tick off my father," he chuckled.
"I don't plan to," he pulled me into his arms.
"Good, because I'm hoping this dinner will be one of many, and I can ease them into the idea of you," he leaned down and kissed me. He pulled away and looked into my eyes.
"Then I promise I'll behave mother," he said sarcastically.
"I hope you never kiss your mother like you kiss me," I said. He shook his head and kissed me again.
A/N: I know it wasn't worth the wait, but I'd decided to take a break from FanFiction so I could focus on grades. Fantastically, I brought up my grades! So now... The bitch is back.
