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Stardate: March 18th, 2252

Julliana Valerie Kirk smiled at her fiance sitting across from her in the restaurant. The two of them had gone to her home state of Iowa on Spring Break to meet with Julliana's brother James Tiberius Kirk. She wanted Spock to meet his brother-in-law, and introduce Jim to the man she planned on marrying. But so far, Jim was no where to be seen.

"Is your brother here yet, Julliana?" Spock, her half-vulcan half-human husband to be asked. His hand touched hers below the table. He wanted to feel her touch, her warm hand against his. But, being Spock, he decided to not show his affection publicly. Not yet, at least. Not here among strangers.

"Well," Julia looked around the restaurant, which doubled as a bar, straining to see her brother. But with the crowd being what it was, thick and full of people who slightly resembled her brother, she couldn't be certain he was there. "I don't see him…"

"Perhaps his invitation did not send," Spock suggested, removing his hand to dig out his P.A.D.D. and check. As he looked at the device, Julia stifled a laugh, and tried not to smile too much. Spock was obviously nervous about meeting her brother.

"I don't think it was the machine's fault, Spock," She said, reaching out to take his hand. He stopped his tinkering for a moment to glance up at her. Allowing her mouth to reveal a small smile, she continued. "My brother's a bit of a show off, and I wouldn't put it past him to arrive fashionably late."

Spock raised an eyebrow, and then placed his P.A.D.D. back into his satchel. Then he went back to sitting across from Julia. Only this time, they held hands on the table, where many people could see them. And, unfortunately, some of those people were extremely drunk, with a bias against any life form that wasn't human.

"Hey, green bean!" A large, thickly muscled man shouted from a bar stool only a few tables away from the couple. Spock cocked his head slightly in the direction of the voice, but did not turn his full attention there. Julia squeezed his hand gently.

"Maybe we should go," She said quietly, so the man on the stool wouldn't hear her. Her voice was not too quiet for Spock to hear, though. He had inherited the genetic vulcan trait of incredible hearing.

"I do not wish to miss meeting with your brother," Spock replied, just loud enough for her to hear. "Besides, I do not think he will continue to speak to me if I ignore him." Julia bit her lip, hoping that was true. But, from what she remembered from her hometown, not many took kindly to being ignored. Even if they had a right to do it.

"Hey!" the now booming voice of the drunken man interrupted their thoughts again. "I was talking to you, devil ears!" Spock ignored the man and his comment, concentrating on looking at Julia. He was trying to keep his cool in this situation. Acting out towards another in violence would likely escalate matters, and would not be logical. Besides, being in a fight was not how he intended to meet his beloved's brother.

His thoughts were interrupted by a hand clamping on his shoulder, and turning him violently away from Julia. Blinking, he stared into the large, hairy chest of man who appeared to be a miner. His clothing suggested as much, as well as his smell. The scent of dirt and earthen metals clung to him closely, as did the smell of alcohol on his breath.

"I was talking to you," The man said, leaning down to look Spock in the eyes. The half-vulcan stared back, keeping his face a stoic mask that betrayed no feelings. Julia, however, did not have that mask when she spoke.

"Leave him alone." She stated, standing up from her seat. Her fists were balled up tightly, and her eyes were dangerously slitted. Her face reminded Spock of a wolf, dangerous when provoked, and even more so when one of her pack was being threatened. Such as now. Apparently the man could not see this danger, as he merely glanced at her before looking back at Spock.

"I see you got yerself a girl," He chuckled, and flecks of spittle flown onto Spock's face. He resisted the urge to frown. He was not going to give this man the satisfaction of seeing him disgruntled. "Too bad you can't love her like one of us can."

"I beg your pardon?" Spock asked, feeling anger start to boil inside of him. Ever so slowly, he rose from his chair. He was tall, taller than the average vulcan, and most humans too. But he was just a foot or two shorter than this man. Not tall enough to provoke fear, but enough to ensure wariness.

Julia looked between the two men, and feeling like she needed to stop what she perceived as a fight brewing, she stepped between the two men. A hand rested on both of their chests as she squeezed between them. Looking from one to the other, she spoke to them both.

"Look, we don't want any trouble, so how about you go sit back down, and let bygones be bygones," She spoke to the miner first. Then she turned to Spock, and spoke more quietly. "We can leave, I'm sure my brother would understand. We can meet up at another time, maybe at a restaurant without a bar." Spock glanced at her, and then back up at the man.

"I do not wish to leave this establishment," Spock stated, loud enough for the miner to hear.

"Spock," Julia hissed, knowing that his statement would be perceived negatively by the man behind her. Spock ignored her, instead meeting the eyes of the miner.

"If the girl says to go - then you should go," he said quietly, glaring at Spock. With a lopsided grin, he grabbed Julia's waist and dragged her to his side, squeezing her tightly against him. "And then I can show the lady a real good time…" He said seductively as he could, leaning down to try and kiss Julia.

Spock watched in shock as Julia was pulled to this man's side, and was frozen to the spot as the man leaned down and tried to kiss her. He was still in shock when Julia spit on his face, and the man retaliated by letting her go, and punching her so hard she was knocked into a table.

With a yelp, she fell, trying to use the table to stop her fall, but slipping on it instead. She came down with a hard thump, and wished that they'd left earlier. Putting a hand to her face, she assessed that she had not sustained any permanent damage. Probably a bruise, but that would heal with time. Looking to Spock, she was about to suggest that they leave again, but upon seeing his face, wracked with emotions, she knew that was not about to happen.

Spock had lost it, his emotional control had snapped when the miner had hit her. If the guy said just one more word, looked at either of them the wrong way, all hell would break loose.

"Look what you made me do," The miner said, wiping the spit off of his face. He hadn't looked at Spock yet, he was still glaring at Julia. "She had such a pretty face till you had to go and -"

The man was interrupted by a powerful uppercut to his chin. His jaw was shut together quickly, making him bite his tongue, and surprising him. The man stumbled back, reaching up to feel his jaw. He glared back at Spock, who was in a fighting stance, and whose emotions were now clear on his face. Well, his anger was. Blinking, the man took a few steps back.

"Spock," Julia said, standing up carefully. Her head was starting to ache, and she was sure she needed at least some medical attention. "We should go. Come on." She placed her own hands on his, hoping he would take notice of her.

Spock's eyes glanced once to Julia's, but his attention stayed on the man in front of them. The obviously disrespectful behavior exhibited by the miner could not be left unattended. He had hit and assualted his betrothed. Spock couldn't just let that happen.

Of course, the miner was angry as well. He was angry at being punched back, especially by someone not of this world, and angry at being tossed off balance by an alien far more than being spit on by a girl. And his anger overpowered the fear of being beaten to a pulp by someone who was stronger than him.

"You think you can take me?" the miner asked, balling his fists and taking a fighting stance. "I own this place!" He shouted the last sentence, and everyone in the bar who wasn't already watching the fight took an interest.

Smiling menacingly at Spock, the man laughed sharply. Then, feeling like he had left his audience in enough suspense, went sprinting towards Spock, a fist already preparing to punch. His fist made a bee-line for Spock's face, but before he could reach it, the alien's hand reached out and grasped his stopped the fist's motion before it could make a dent. With a shout of surprise, the man almost slipped as he attack was halted.

Spock's other hand came to rest on his chest, providing a barrier between the two of them. This also provided something for the man to stop on, causing him to stop prematurely, lose his balance, and fall.

Upon hitting the floor, Spock let go of his fist. Julia's hand came up to grab Spock's shoulder, and she tried to pull him away from the fight. He didn't seem to hear her, and gently pushed her behind him.

Feeling anger and embarrassment, the miner pushed himself into a leap, letting his fist hit the vulcan's liver (or where he knew livers were located). This seemed to affect him badly, as Spock doubled over and stumbled into Julia and the chair she had started sit at. With a smile, the miner pulled himself up to his full height, and looked around him with pride. It wasn't until he noticed a screaming that he took notice of the girl.

"You jerk!" She screamed, her hands coming around to hold Spock. He was breathing heavily, having his heart being punched extremely hard. Pain was wracking his body, and he was sure his heart was, at the very least, bruised. It was likely that he was bleeding internally.

"Was his own fault, toots," the man said, folding his arms and glaring at the two of them. "He shouldn't have provoked me."

"Someone call 911!" She shouted out, looking about at the people in the crowd. "He's going to die if he doesn't receive medical care soon!"

"Hey, I punch hard, but I don't punch that hard." The miner said, feeling the eyes of hundreds of people looking at him. He could also hear whispers. "Besides, I only hit him in the liver -"

"He's a vulcan - his heart is where a human liver would be," Her voice was frantic now. She tried to get Spock to sit up, but he remained keeled over and curled around himself, trying to keep the rest of his body protected against any other attacks. "Call 911!" She shouted again, looking around and meeting several pairs of eyes. When she locked eyes with the bartender, he moved to press a button used mainly for emergencies. It called an ambulance as well as the authorities.

Meanwhile, the miner started to panic. He hadn't wanted to kill anybody, he'd only wanted to scare the vulcan man who refused to speak to him. Granted, he himself hadn't been too gentlemanly about it, but ignoring him hadn't helped his cause.

"I - I didn't mean to…" he tried to get out the k word, but he couldn't manage it. He was stunned that he could come so close to killing a person.

"Well, I guess you need to pay more attention to what you do, then." Julia stated, her voice quivering with anger and fear. She glared at the miner, and kept glaring at him until he stumbled back and ran out of the door.

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoy this story, I plan on updating it every month, possibly every 2 months. I'm working on finishing up my high school and applying to college, as well as writing other stories, so my updating may vary from month to month.