Six year old T'Prel ran through the halls of the Enterprise, her mahogany hair in two pigtails just behind each pointed ear.
She had a smile on her face as her uncle Jim chased after her, purple glitter all over his face. "T'Prel! Get back here!" He yelled Angrily.
Ever since Spock became her permanent guardian, the young Vulcan became practically an exact replica of him. That was, when he was around.
When Spock left for diplomatic meetings or to visit his father on New Vulcan, T'Prel lost her angel like appearance, and became as everyone called her, a mischievous elf.
She would run around playing pranks on everyone she could. When Spock heard about her antics, he'd simply smile, (or, his version of a smile) and say that it was all a phase.
Though, Jim was pretty sure it wasn't a phase at all. "Catch me if you can!" She said, her voice loud and clear. People moved out of her way, smiles on their faces.
Everyone loved T'Prel. Even if she was a little mischievous, who wasn't at one point in life?
T'Prel turned a coner and hid in the med bay, while Jim kept on running. She walked happily up to her uncle Bones and watch him treat a patient.
"Hey T'Prel. Up to anything today?" He asked, wrapping a burn on an engineers arm.
"You know, the usual." She replied, and handed him the scissors he needed.
"You know, if you don't stop covering uncle Jim in glitter, you won't have any left for yourself." He said, and T'Prel paled. She hadn't realized that. She loved glitter, is she ran out before the next shore leave, she didn't know what she'd do.
"I need to check my glitter buckets!" She said running out. McCoy laughed and discharged the engineer.
Spock said once that he was about to start teaching her the ways of Surak. Which meant she'd stop being the adorable glitter monster she was, and become logical. Like Spock.
He wasn't very sure how he felt about that. McCoy had always had a soft spot for the young girl. Mainly because he reminded her of his own child.
But Spock knew what he was doing. If he wanted her to become logical, then she would.
T'Prel stood inside her closet, counting the buckets of glitter she had left. Only five. She'd have enough for now.
Her room was impeccably clean, with perfectly even glittery paintings taped to the walls. She didn't have many toys, other than her Mucha, but what little she did have were always put up after each playtime.
T'Prel climbed out of her closet, and jumped onto her bed. She missed Spock when he was gone. For a full year she called him Spock, but her stubbornness left her, and she started calling him papa.
She laid back and hugged Mucha to her chest. Sometimes T'Prel wondered about her parents. She couldn't really remember them all that much, she had more memories of Spock and the Enterprise crew than of them.
Suddenly getting an idea, T'Prel sat up and ran from her room. She ran all the way to the bridge, where uncle Bones was trying to get glitter from uncle Jim's nose.
She walked right up to Uhura and tapped her arm. "Can I ask a question?"
"You just did silly."
"You know what I mean."
"Sure, ask away." Uhura said, patting the young girl on the head.
"Do you want to have a girl day? We could do each others hair, and play dress up!" She asked anxiously.
Uhura smiled a very bright smile. "Absolutely! Want to meet me at my room tomorrow morning?" T'Prel nodded excitedly and ran out. She'd never really had a girl day.
Usually she spent free time with uncle Jim, or uncle Scotty. But now she could spend time with Uhura.
T'Prel LOVED Uhura. She looked up to her, and always secretly hoped her and papa got married so she would have a mommy.
She always noticed the looks they gave each other. They were in love. It was obvious. But they never really got together.
Maybe it was because papa is always covered in glitter! T'Prel thought. She made a mental note not to play with it around him.