Vokaya Halan

A/N: Um, wow, uh, you guys kinda liked this, huh? I gotta say I wasn't expectin it, um, wow. Uh, yeah, this would have been uploaded yesterday for your guy being good and all, but I was busy writing future chapters, so you can forgive that right? If you could review more that would be a huge help as well, they also make me upload faster!

Chapter 2 – Humans and Vulcans

Spock would deny he made a very human-like yelp noise when he saw Jim's consciousness leave him abruptly. Spock would deny his body surged forward to take hold of Jim to protect him from further damage.
Though, he could not deny that he may have said Jim's name aloud.
Spock blinked down at the now human he held close to him (still denying). What could he do? He was no doctor! It would be illogical to put Jim down and go search for one (not that Spock would ever leave Jim like he was, not to mention alone). The only way to get Jim help was to carry said boy to it. Settling his one arm around Jim's upper shoulders, under his neck more firmly, while the other under his knees; the tiny Vulcan lifted himself and the human easily up off the desert sands and looked around. Gently, of course, mindful that one wrong move could hurt the boy from his actions as well as put further aggravations from other injuries he had from 'Frank'. Both sides of Spock came to the agreement that if he should ever meet this Frank, he might end up with a few bones broken (he had been proven he was capable of such a feat when previously he had been scoffed at).

Spock looked around again, if of course, this was Vulcan before Vulcan was destroyed, the only person who could possibly help was…
…His mother.
And, if of course, if this was Vulcan before Vulcan was destroyed, his mother would be alive in the very same direction he was looking in.
Spock's mind shut down.
How would he explain finding Jim, and trying to place protection over him? All the while trying to keep a straight face from seeing his mother alive and well…? Spock shook his head and looked to Jim. He had to make sure Jim was well. If, logically…and…illogically, his mother opened the door to his once home…he'd…what was the word he heard Jim use, when he didn't know what he was doing, 'wing it'?
Indeed, he would try.
…Having neither 'winged' anything in his life.
Looking to Jim again, his thoughts settled and cleared, he at one point in his life was a little estranged at how looking at one person calmed him, until that person no longer moved.
Spock would make sure that situation never happened again.
With his determination and that to 'wing' the situation in his favour he set of towards his once home.

Amanda wasn't quite sure what she was expecting when she answered the door, but she obviously wasn't expecting to see her child with eyes looking so humanly worried and concerned.
"Spock!" She announced then looked passed the sudden emotions on his face, passed the sudden look at her as if she just up and decided to fall back into the planet's atmosphere, to see he was holding someone.
Her eyes widened. "Who is that?" She asked calmly, knowing emotions would get her nowhere with Vulcans; not even with her own child no more.
Spock gently shifted the body so that Amanda could see its ears, her eyes widened dramatically.
"He requires help." Spock said.
...Understatement of the century.

Amanda quickly ushered her son in, quickly absorbing the absurdness of what was happening in order to help.
"Did you find him?" Amanda asked.
Spock nodded, and gently shifted the boy again as he followed his mother.
"I woke him up when I found him to ascertain if he was injured. He seemed so, but would not answer where, how and when he was injured nor how he managed to get from Earth to Vulcan, he conversed; he told me his name is Jim. Upon asking about his parental figures he seemed to think I would take him to them and they would hurt him further."

Spock watched as the simplicity of what he spoke conversed upon his mother's face; her face hardened and her eyes got steely. This meant she was angry at the situation.
"He then lost consciousness, and I brought him here." Spock continued while following his mother into the living rooms of the house. "Mother…"
Spock became silent as he watched his mother prepare the seats for Jim to lie on; he was not quite sure how to speak what he wanted in a way he would be allowed without telling her whence they came.
Amanda looked to him; his indecisiveness must have shown because she smiled.
"Put him down here, I'll scan him, and you can tell me what you want to say in any way you can."
Spock nodded as he went for the seat, his mother went for the healing wand, having gotten one for herself (and would evidently use on Spock a certain amount of time throughout his youth years).
"Mother…" He tried again as she kneeled down besides Jim and activated the wand.
"Go ahead, dear."
Spock frowned. "I do not know how to convey…" He seemed frustrated with himself, but looking from Jim to Amanda, he seemed decided. "I want him under my protection."
Amanda froze.
Spock froze.
The wand whizzed in its place.

Amanda slowly looked to Spock. This would be the first time Spock had been wanting to say something like that, Amanda knew it was certain Vulcan code for "I want this individual to be with me as a friend", or, "I do not wish to lose this person.", or even as the word suggested, "I want to protect this person from harm."
"You want to protect him?" Amanda asked.
Spock nodded. "I do not wish to see him go back to figures in his life that would cause him further injury." Spock answered. This 'winging' thing was hard.
Amanda looked uncertain. "I, too, would not like such an action to be placed. However, we have no power over his guardians. They come first before protection, Spock." She said.
Amanda saw the fleeting emotions rush over her son, amazed he was showing such.
"I do not understand. He verbally accounted for not wanting to go back. He spoke of how he hid from them and how they did not want him." Spock's voice rose a little, an indication to Amanda, had Spock been fully human, he might have been angry, screaming in frustration, or just plain out-right confused in the justice system.
Amanda sighed. Much depended on what she did. And if she did wrong the repercussions to either party were great. This was Spock reaching out for the first time, and apparently that someone reached back. Her thoughts brought her back as her wand made a noise to indicate it had finished assessing. Spock near on flipped to see what it said, if he did not control himself.
"Query…?" He asked her as she was reading.
Spock became alarmed more when her expressions settled from the frown to deep concern and barely hid hatred.
"…Over extent bodily bruises…self-bone realignment…over extent bodily abrasions, open cuts and wounds…" Amanda muttered, forgetting Vulcan hearing.

Spock became frigid as she muttered. He never wanted Jim out of his sight! And nowhere near 'Frank'! His fists curled in his body's attempt to curl the flood of anger toward the cause. Hearing such a noise, Amanda quickly looked up to see her son's distress and would have very much have liked to hug him.
"Most of which I can heal, Spock, but…" She taped her nose, which Spock frowned at. "…He'll have to stay here until he is recovered."
Amanda was amazed at the yet again surfacing flicker of emotion Spock showed at her admission, and nodded.
"Stay here for treatment?" Spock queried. "It would be illogical to move—" Spock stopped when his mother started giggling as she got off the floor. "I beg your pardon, mother, but I fail to see the humour." Spock stated; he was still very concerned about Jim.
Amanda continued chuckling as she looked to Spock, and shook her head. "Never mind, dear, I'm having a human moment."
Spock blinked. He was very much used to such comments for being why Amanda had bouts of laughter, or tears. Jim had explained to him recently that they saw humour in the way Spock said something because it was not the way they were used to hearing speech. And sometimes humans did things for no logical reason; other than they were governed by their loud emotions. Spock found it confusing.

Amanda had set all the open wounds, cut, abrasions and bruises on the boy's body while Spock watched and waited for a response.
"I've done all I can, Spock, other injuries will take longer to heal." Amanda said, putting her tools back where she got them from. "We'll have to ask your father which room we can put him in, and set controls accordingly. It will make him more comfortable. At the mention of your father, I will also bring to his attention about what you told me he said about his parental figures, and of course, your protection. We'll see what he says, alright?" Amanda spoke, watching as Spock had moved to Jim's side, looking to her as she spoke, and saw his expressions falter when his father was mentioned; it was like watching someone realise they knew they were losing an already doomed battle.
"Hey, hey…" Amanda started, seeing the expressions filter pass. "I'll venture on your behalf. It will be well, Spock."
"…He will be sent back…" Spock said in a low voice, the settled by his friend. "It is illogical for me to wish for him to be awake presently." Spock continued in the same small voice, as if he had forgotten he could be heard.
Amanda stood alarmed at the confession, at how deeply Spock felt on this.

This 'winging' thing was not working. No matter how he tried, Jim would be sent away, back to Earth, back to the figures that hurt him so…And away from him. He could not understand such logic. Logic dictates that all children have a safe environment; removed from bad. Spock was willing to provide protection for Jim. Therein concluded Spock could care for Jim, until such a time the boy no longer needed it, or his memory returned. (Neither possibility warranted Spock's removal from the boy's life, if Spock had his way) The thought slammed into him that at present; he was a mere child and held no voice over his father's actions. He would need to rely on his mother speaking for him. He already had a compromise; Jim had to stay until he was well enough. Spock had not spoken he knew where Jim lived; it was most likely Jim would not reveal such information lightly. He had Jim on his side, as well as his mother's.
…Against his father.
The odds didn't look good.
After all, two and a half out of four were Human.

Spock illogically flinched when he heard the front door open. Amanda smiled at him softly then went to greet her husband while Spock stayed with Jim, watching for movements in both his friend and the out of the way family he couldn't hear conversing no matter how much he strained his ears to hear them. Spock knew he could show no emotion for his venture to his father, fleetingly feeling whatever emotion was caused then tucking it away was generally not thought of during these days. Certainly after Vulcan, after his mother and most certainly after nearly losing Jim had made him see that with his Human half, he needed to feel something at the time, less they all come thundering out dangerously; which was what happened with Jim. He knew with Jim and the crew of the Enterprise he was allowed such grievances. But here, on Vulcan before Vulcan was destroyed, his way of dealing with emotions, dealing with expression…dealing with Jim, from here on out would need to be metric and concise. In public and within the company of Vulcans, that is.

Spock stood fully and to attention when his father entered, he quelled the urge to protect the child behind him further. He watched Spock briefly until Amanda came in, still looking upset and the entire situation.
"Spock," his father started, Spock nodded to tell him he had his attention, (who else would at the moment?) "…Jim…will stay here until he is recovered, you can protect him until his figures are found and questioned." He stated.
Spock blinked. Maybe this 'winging' thing did some good?
Amanda blinked then dashed to get her PADD. Both males looked to her questionably.
"If either of his parents are looking for him, they would file a report with the Federation, in the…unlikely…event the child is taken of his home world." Amanda explained not looking up to them and continued pressing and sliding when due. Spock had the urge to tell his mother she was most likely, what was the Terran idiom, 'wasting one's time'?
Amanda sighed and held up her PADD; she had found no matches.
No one was looking for Jim.
Spock found himself crushing his growl at the thought that Jim thinking no one wanted him.
…Because it was precisely the opposite.

Spock snuck a quick look at Jim and yet again felt the haze of difficult thoughts became less defined in his mind. He then looked to his parents. Amanda looked highly upset, while his father sported a frown Spock knew was from the result the conversation had on him; he was deeply conflicted. This frown normally showed when he was dealing with Spock and really didn't know what to say in comfort. Though, Spock watched silently as apparently the same process of looking to Amanda appeased Sarek's thoughts. It seemed it wasn't just him.

"Have you decided which room he will take?" Spock asked. The house only had three rooms, one for each as per Vulcan custom, (though his mother rarely slept alone. Appearance was best kept when other Vulcans decided a spontaneous visit to see how the only human floundered).
His parents looked to each other, worry clearly written all over Amanda's face. Spock would not let Jim stay on then seats where any Vulcan could see and challenge.
"He can stay with me." Spock announced, making both heads snap to him. "It is only logical, he is under my protection."
Both parents blinked.
"Humans need a great deal lower in temperature controls, Spock. Your room will be cold, for you." Amanda reminded unnecessarily.
Spock knew this. But looking to Jim who was looking like he was failing to swim, he looked back to his parents. "I will endure." He told them.
"If you say so…" Amanda conceded, possibly thinking he wouldn't last.
Spock watched as his father nodded. Therein gently picking Jim up and walked up to his room, parents following behind silently. He didn't see their cross looks of amazement (shown only on Amanda) when Spock knew what degree to put his room at that would accommodate Jim.

Spock knew from experience Jim had changed his temperature controls every time before Spock came into his rooms on the Enterprise in a bid to welcome him, and not see Spock start to shiver. After a while it was Spock who could not stand to see Jim flounder in the heat and asked the controls to be turned down slightly, more each day. Spock would endure; he could always put more thermals on. Jim could only take off so many clothes before he became indecent. Spock would not allow that at all.
Spock placed Jim on his bed. He knew he wouldn't sleep the night, as he was too conflicted by Jim to do much good asleep. Spock turned to his parents, and Amanda stepped forward and leaned down to him.
"Will you be alright?" She asked.
Spock nodded. He wasn't cold, and Jim had stopped sweating badly and looked calmer as he slept. "If you would permit me to get a washcloth, I will be back momentarily." Spock stated. He knew Jim, and he knew Humans. Amanda nodded silently as she stood back and, both parents let Spock through the door.

Spock hurried into the washroom to open a draw he knew from memory his mother kept the washcloths, he took one, and making sure the water was as cold as it was going to get, he drenched the cloth then wrung it out, only to hurry back to his room. He knew that both parents would watch stoically. But, he had to take care of Jim. Putting up his shields again, he washed away the strains of perspiration, once so, placing out together his third and fourth finger at Jim's neck to count his hearts beats to his breathing. It was slow, but Jim was asleep, and he was a child. He brought his fingers away and left the cloth over his forehead quietly, he still felt inhumanly hot. Spock was undecided whether to lower controls more or wait it out to see if his body adjusted first.
"I…will go prepare our nights meal…" Spock heard his mother say faintly as well as her footsteps leading towards the kitchen.
"Is he well, Spock?" His father queried, wanting to know what Spock did to know. Spock frowned at the subtle challenge.
"His temperature is still high; I cannot ascertain whether or not it is from his body having yet adjusted, or whether the controls need to be turned down more. I will give time before concluding a decision." Spock reported.
Sarek nodded, and he too, left.

As soon as all the 'adult's' left, Spock let out a sigh, and his body visibly slumped, as if finally letting go of bent-up stress. He sat down nearest to the bed, and kept his eyes on Jim, just in case he should wake, he would be the first to find out.
Jim did not wake, but his body adjusted to the temperature without Spock changing it.
Amanda was the one who came searching for him, knocking on the door before she entered. Spock looked to greet her, still having trouble believing she was there.
There was no such thing as miracles.
…Unless Jim Kirk was involved. Then Spock was inclined to believe his friend could do anything, a simple memory loss paled in comparison to surviving death.
Spock held the belief that his friend would regain his memories, time would tell only when.
"Dinner is ready." Amanda announced.
Spock didn't want to budge.
He blinked when Amanda smiled. "Don't worry, I have already eaten, I will look after Jim while you eat." She continued to say. "Anything I need to know?" She asked, putting faith in her son to take care of those he protected.
Spock nodded. "He has acclimatised to the temperature controls, however, I could not reach the medical tools, if you would take no trouble in making sure his internal make up is also acclimatised as well, I will be thankful." Spock reported.
Amanda blinked, but looked to where she kept the medical wand in Spock's room, she had yet used it, and had no idea how Spock knew it was there, as it was placed without his presence. It was out of his reach for good reason.
Spock slowly rose from his position. "Has Father eaten?" He asked.
Amanda came over to kneel on the bed, but looked to Spock, and nodded. "He has."
Spock nodded and left the room, knowing his mother had activated the wand, and would hopefully tell him the nature of Jim's condition.

Spock efficiently made sure he ate, bathed and clothed ready for the night cycle so he wouldn't be bothered changing hands again. It went against his logic; it was his job to take care of Jim, not his mother's.
He walked back into his room to see Jim and his mother unmoved, though the wand had been put back.
"Query…?" Spock asked.
Amanda looked to him. "He is fine. His body is exhausted, it is why he sleeps." She told him.
Spock nodded and walked over to her.
"How many hours of rest must he accumulate to function properly on a daily basis?" Spock asked. He vaguely knew that Human children slept more than their adult counterparts who needed at least eight good Standard Earth hours of rest.
"From anywhere around ten to fourteen hours, depending of age…." Amanda said.
Spock blinked, it would seem while here Jim would spend most of the time asleep.
"He is about the same age as you, he needs as least a good ten Standard Earth hours of rest; medical sleep notwithstanding."
Spock blinked, McCoy made more sense now, for every time he told Jim to rest after being medically asleep. Spock nodded to show his understanding.

"Your father would like me to remind you that you are required to attend your academic studies tomorrow, regardless of your protection of Jim." Amanda advised.
Spock blinked, but didn't let any emotions show. He had quite forgotten the studies he had already completed. How could he protect Jim when he wasn't near?
"I will endeavour to look after him while you are away, Spock, don't disregard me as not capable." Amanda reminded him. Naturally, she was not; having raised Spock.
But Jim was under his protection, not hers. It didn't set well with him: Not at all.
"What if he wakes up, when I am not here, mother? He will not know who you are." Spock said, frowning. He didn't want to compromise on this, he knew the studies; he didn't know when Jim would be taken away, when he would see his friend again. And if he would be able to…cope…with not seeing him until such a time they were both at the academy again. He wasn't sure what…horrors…Jim would see during that timeframe.
"If he wakes up, I shall notify you, but you must continue your lessons, I will let you communicate with him on your break, if he is awake, but that will be all." Amanda said. They both knew she was treading a fine line. And Spock knew neither were what Human's called a 'tightrope walker'. Amanda and Sarek would be in trouble if Spock didn't comply.

Spock mentally sighed. "Thank you for the bid." He said.
Amanda smiled and got up. "Now, I need sleep as much as you need meditation. Do try and get some respite, Jim will probably be loud enough, or tactile enough to get you to notice his waking."
Spock nodded, and she left him sitting on the floor; she had left the light on, knowing Spock would turn it off himself.

Spock remembered the first time Jim had wandered into his rooms only to find him meditating. Jim hadn't known whether he could speak or touch, so he froze in not knowing what to do, having a little 'freak-out moment' he later called it. His friend with memory knew he could call out to Spock, and Spock would answer if he could stay or not, and how long he would be.
This Jim…this Jim was different. He was not sure how he would react to him meditating. Though he did need it, so he only went into the first stages, making sure to catch every breath from Jim; and every movement he made.