Chapter 2:

*47 years old/looks like almost nineteen years old*

*T'Aimnu's POV*

Now after so many years of hard work and studying I am so close of becoming a medicine elder. Now I need to enter Vulcan Science Academy to make it official. Cousin Spock and I decided to send in our letters to the Academy together, hoping that we can enter together.

"Even though it is illogical," he speaks as we walk back towards the neighborhooding homes, "I would love for us to enter together."

"I feel the same way," I speak calmly, "but there's also a logical side for the species that our mothers are from. They may not accept us due to that."

"Agreed, but there's always the Starfleet Academy."

"True, due to their acceptance for all species."

"Well I must return to my home now. Farwell," he says with the Vulcan hand symbol.

"Farwell," I said it as well, with my own Vulcan hand symbol.

Abond entering into the home that I share with Mommy and Daddy, the smells of her cooking greets my nossials.

"Ko-mekh, Sa-mekh," I called out, closing the door behind me, "I have returned."

"We're in the kitchen and dining room," I hear Mommy call back.

Daddy's at the dining room table enjoying a cup of Vulcan tea.

"Greetings Daddy," I said to him with a soft smile, giving him a side hug.

"Greetings T'Aimnu," he smiles slightly back, returning the side hug, "has the letter been sent to the Academy?"

"Yes, both Cousin Spock and I sent our letters to the Academy now we are reasonably hoping to be accepted."

"Is the Starfleet Academy still on your mind to enter?"

"Yes Sa-mekh."

"Well either way," Mommy comes in wearing her cooking gloves and bringing the evening meal to the table, "we will be supporting of what Acadmey that will help you with your education." The familiar Creature smile is on her pale face.

"Thank you Mommy and Daddy and do I smell shrimp?" I mirrored her smile.

"Yes you do."

Since we are interspecies family, the Pescetarian Diet seems to be logical for us. Vulcans are vegetarians while Creatures love seafood and fish. Daddy doesn't mind just as long it's not land animal products.

Mommy is a typical housewife and mother, how Aunt Amanda stated. She enjoys the lifestyle on Vulcan. Sure, she must make some sacrifices like she cannot touch food so gloves will be on her hands and arms when food are around when the tableset are not needed.

Daddy works with Uncle Sarek so I hardly get to see them during the day, but I do get to see them days like this. Also the dominant one in their marriage and the head of the household.

I always did admire their love for each other. Daddy won't show it through his actions, but will show his love through his eyes. At least once a week, he will do something special for Mommy like giving her some flowers or make her dinner which leads to a night of passion and romance. Every day they will give each other the Vulcan and Creature kisses with hints of the Human kiss. No fights, no arguments, no nothing, just simple bless. So romantic!

Thorne is Mommy's name. She has the appearance of a typical Creature. Long to waist dark brown/red hair that falls gently as the big blue eyes will be full of life. Pale as white rocks while standing at five feet tall. Vulan fabrics into forms of Creature clothing and always be barefoot. Similar cancerous marks on her slender arms and legs of her petite curvy body.

Solok's my Daddy's name. He and Uncle Sarek look identical, but Daddy's dark hair goes down to the base of his neck and a little wiser.

As far as I know, I have the Creature resemblance and height with the Vulcan features like the thin eyebrows and pointy ears, oh and of course the logical mind. Instead of red in my hair, I have the black from my Vulcan roots. Lastly, my eyes are blue just like Mommy's and the cancerous marks for the daily pain.

A few days past, I received the probably the most unusual news that I can think of. Definitely the news need to pass on to my cousin.

"Why T'Aimnu!" Aunt Amanda exclaims with a huge smile, seeing me at the door. "What a pleasant surprise!" she gently and carefully pulls me into a hug.

"Greetings Aunt Amanda," I smiled, accepts her hug.

"What do I owe for this surprise?"

"Is Cousin Spock here? I received news from the Academy."

"Oh yes he's in his room. Why not make some Vulcan Spice Tea for you and him."

"Okay thank you Aunt Amanda."

"You're welcome T'Aimnu."

On Vulcan, the visitors are the ones who makes the meal or drink I believe. Mommy always does everything when it comes to food and drinks whether we are at our home or at Cousin Spock's home. I made two cups of Vulcan Spice Tea, hoping that it will at least cheer up our emotions when I tell him the unusual news.

He's meditating in his Vulcan position when I enter into his room.

"Greetings Cousin Spock," I greeted with a soft smile.

"Greetings Cousin T'Aimnu," he greeted, not moving.

"I have received some unusual news from the Academy."

"What do you mean by unusual news?" he asked, getting his full attention.

I sit down on his bed and offer him his drink. He accepts the drink and sits next to me.

"Well," I speak, trying to figure out the right words to say, "we are accepted into the Academy, but they think with the species of our mothers is a disadvantage."

The look on his face shows calm, but yet in his eyes I can tell that he's fighting off the anger that he feels inside.

"We might as well contact Starfleet Academy," my cousin finally speaks, taking a sip of his drink.

"You're correct."

We enjoy our drinks, swallowing our negative emotions.