I hate to write too much of the same thing, but I love kid!fic, especially concerning Spock. XD

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"I have to say this isn't something I'm familiar with…" said Bones, staring at the baby on the transporter pad. He was slightly green in skin tone, and had adorably tiny pointed ears, not to mention eyebrows perfect for raising ironically. Which he wouldn't be doing. Because he was a baby.

"Uh, I think that's Spock," said Kirk unnecessarily. He scratched his head. Maybe we should get the transporter looked at?"

"Ya think?" Bones bent down and picked up the infant. After a quick scan, he judged the baby healthy and shoved him more or less gently at Kirk. "I hate children, so you look after him."

"Ohh… No. Bones, you don't hate children, you loooove them… In fact, you know you want to… Damn." He glared at the doors, now whooshing shut, and then peered at the baby held awkwardly in his arms. He was pretty cute. But Jim was a captain, and he had a job to perform. Someone else was going to have to babysit.

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The bridge crew was enamored of the infant as soon as Kirk stepped out of the turbolift. They gathered around making stupid cooing noises and wiggling their fingers at Spock. Who seemed quite unimpressed.

"He iz so cute!" chuckled Chekov, smiling hugely. "I hawe a baby cousin back in Russia." After a moment he added "He doez not look anything like Mr. Spock, howewer."

"Yeah, yeah. Well, I guess he's pretty cute, but you need to work," grumbled Kirk, shooing away the ensign embarrassedly. He turned to Uhura. "Uh, Lieutenant, can I ask you a favor?" He grinned hopefully.

"You want me to look after him." She crossed her arms amusedly. "Why? Because I'm a woman?"

"Nooo… Because you like Spock. …And because you're a woman." He went over to her station. "Please? Women like babies. And I'm really not good at this kind of thing."

She raised an eyebrow.

"All right, what do you want? Rec room privileges? Ice cream?"

"No. I just wanted you to beg." She laughed at his expression and held out her arms. "It's fine, really. I'll take him off your hands."

"Thank you." Relief was in sight! He turned over Spock and headed back to the command chair.

A few minutes later, Spock started to cry. It was quiet at first, but it quickly drew to a wail. Kirk grimaced. He could hear Uhura trying to quiet the baby and spun around to watch her bounce the child a little, but still the crying went on.

"What did you do?" he asked, getting up. "You broke him." And that was a distressing thought. He glared down at her.

"I didn't do anything! Maybe he's hungry? He isn't wet…" She looked upset and Kirk took pity on her. He reached down and scooped Spock from her arms.

"I knew this was a bad idea. I'll take him back to Bones. He'll know how to make him… stop. Huh." Spock had worn down to a sniffle and was looking up at him with large dark eyes. Then he smiled.

"I think he likes you," said Uhura, slightly miffed.

"Heh, yeah, I think he does." Kirk couldn't help the goofy smile that had arisen on his face. "Awww…. Well, I guess he'll have to stay with me, then." Uhura rolled her eyes as he carried Spock back to the command chair.

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"What's our ETA, Ensign?" asked Kirk.

"Ten minutes, sir," replied Chekov.

"You look ridiculous," said Bones

"It's not like I can help it!" Kirk shifted Spock up higher against his arm and tried to get him to eat. The Vulcan happily latched onto the bottle and started sucking out the orangish substance within. Kirk figured it was carrot juice or something. He wasn't going to ask. "He was hungry."

"You aren't planning on meeting the Gorites like that, are you?" Uhura chuckled disbelieving.

"Unless you want him again." A pause. "That's what I thought. Okay. Bones, Scotty, you come with me to the transporter room. Dress uniforms, men."

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The Gorites were kind to them, and most eager to learn more about the Federation. They were invited to dinner with the Gorite Council and the Federation Ambassador who had been living with them. After some time, conversation inevitably shifted to Kirk and his baby. He was surprised it hadn't happened before now.

"Uh yeah. This is, actually, my f- Ow!" He turned to glare at Bones and whispered "Why did you kick me?"

"Do you want them to know how unreliable our tech is? Make something up!" He gave Kirk a look until the captain complied, grumbling.

"My first officer's son. Mr. Spock is, ah, busy at the moment. But he told me to send his regards, most high Councilthings." He cradled Spock gently.

"He is most charming," said Ambassador Eriksson, leaning forward to examine the baby. "Although he looks a little green…"

"That's just his skin," explained Kirk. "He's a Vulcan. They have green blood." He could see the curiosity in the Ambassador's eyes. "Here. You can hold him if you want, ma'am."

"I'd love to." She reached out and took the infant carefully.

"Make sure you hold his head."

"I will." She smiled, amused. "I've had my own children, young Kirk. I know what to do."

Kirk resisted the urge to say 'apparently not' when Spock threw up on her.