Bad For Me
A/N: hey guys! So I don't know if you know what this is, but I went to Winter Jam on Saturday and didn't get home until 2 in the morning. I literally feel like death, but I wanted to write :)

Also, I know that Vulcans are vegetarian. Believe me, living with two Trekkies and getting close to being one myself, I know. However, since he's half human, I thought why not? So he made chicken. Boom.

But I also don't know what kind of food they eat in Star Trek, considering that I have yet to watch the show. So for now they are going to eat earth food. However, I am basically devoting any free time this summer (between band stuff, swimming and working) to becoming a true Trekkie.

And I have no idea if Vulcans don't really shake hands or not, but I felt like adding it in there.

Summary: Teacher and student. Fiction and fact. Right and wrong. For Professor Spock and Liliandil, these lines keep getting blurred. Spock/OC ("Pretty Little Liars"'s Ezria inspired) AU!

And my autocorrect sucks, so any and all mistakes are mine.

Chapter Four
I have to start this part of the story off by explaining. You're probably wondering why my parents asked Spock to "come over" for dinner when they were staying in a motel. Well...
"Mom I can't believe you are trying to cook in this tiny motel kitchen," I complained. She had dragged me to the store to buy ingredients and then back to the motel. It was a Friday and she had forced me to miss my classes to help her out. But I was used to it. She did this every year.
"Well I don't expect him to drive three hours to our house so we'll make do here," she nodded once, firmly, telling me that the conversation was over. I rolled my eyes as she continued to cook. I glanced at the clock. At this point I would have been in Spock's class, sneaking looks at him while the other students were looking down at their tablets. I sighed and flopped back on the couch.

By six 'o' clock, I was biting off my nails. I always did that when I was nervous. There was a knock at the door precisely six thirty.
"Hello!" My mother's voice was overly cheerful as I willed myself to stay glued to the couch. I knew that if I got up to greet him, I would do something wrong and give us away.
"Hello," his smooth voice almost calmed me. Almost.
My father moved to behind my mother.
"Dr. Faberry," Spock said, "Sorry. Vulcans do not shake hands," I heard him say. I could almost feel my father's embarrassment. Oh no, they don't shake hands, but they kiss pretty well. I giggled to myself.
I waited. I was hoping that once I could see him, I would calm down a bit. However, as soon as he stepped in the door and gave me a small nod of acknowledgement, my heart rate sped up. As my parents led him into the kitchen, I sighed to myself.
How am I ever going to get through this?

"So how did you end up at the academy?" My father asked. I sat next to Spock and my parents across from us. I should have wondered why they let me sit next to him. Or maybe that was just my paranoia, "After doing some research, I found that you were a member of Starfleet," Spock raised an eyebrow in my direction. I shrugged nonchalantly. My dad always did research. On everyone.
"Well..." As Spock recounted his tale, I focused on my plate. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the smallest movement of his arm and then felt a warm hand rest on my knee. I kept my face calm as possible, but I bit my lip. I slid my hand down from its place on my thigh and placed it on top of his. As he was speaking, I looked at my parents. They were nodding and occasionally laughing at every story he told. As my father was responding to something he said, I gave Spock's hand a small squeeze of encouragement. I just barely saw a ghost of a smile on his lips.
"So Spock is there a girl?" My dad asked. I almost choked on my food. I managed to keep my cough almost quiet. No one seemed to notice. Why did my dad have to be so blunt?
"I guess you could say that." Spock answered, still completely calm unlike me.
"Just a fling, huh?"
"Nex," my mother warned. I glanced up at Spock almost nervous for the answer.
"No. Definitely not," he answered. I breathed out slowly, calming down, "She's very important to me. Though, I have often wondered if she realizes just how important she is," I felt his thumb move in small circles over the back of my hand. I looked down at my plate again to hide my smile.
"Honey could you go get the dessert?" My mother asked. I looked up at her.
"Of course mother," I said, pushing my chair back and going into the small motel kitchen. As I pulled out whatever my mother had made, I noticed that there was a cold spot on my knee where Spock's hand had been.

"Thank you for inviting me," Spock said, polite as ever.
"You are quite welcome," my mom said- a little flirtatiously?- smiling broadly. I rolled my eyes. My father was looking at her incredeously.
"Miss Faberry. I will see you in class on Monday?" I nodded my head, knowing full well I was going over to his apartment in about an hour. Spock bowed his head slightly before leaving, my mother shutting the door behind him.
I let out a breath that I felt like I'd been holding all night and flopped down on the couch.
"Well he's very nice," my mother said. I nodded my head. I knew that.
"He's a great professor too. He really knows what he's teaching," I said. My dad nodded.
"He's very smart," he said, "Very Vulcan,"
"Well I would hope so, considering that's what he is," my mother said. My father shrugged. It seemed like there was more he wanted to say, but he didn't say anything else.

About an hour later, I told my parents I had to go back to my apartment and we said our goodbyes.
I climbed into my car and sped to Spock's place instead. When I arrived, it was like he'd been waiting at the door. I only had to knock once and three seconds later, the door opened.
"Hello,"
"Hi," I said.
"You didn't happen to see a young woman on your way here did you?" It took me a second to realize he was playing some game.
"Yes I did actually. She said she's been waiting all night to see you," he leaned against the door frame.
"Well then you should best be going. She may get jealous if she sees you here,"
"Oh?" He nodded, " And why is that?"
"Because you are by far the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on," I blushed as he took my hand and pulled me inside.
"You must learn to govern your passions, Mr. Spock," I said monotonously, "They will be your undoing," I swear he almost full-on smiled, "So did you mean what you said?"
"About?" He asked.
"This being more than just a fling," I said. He looked down at me almost like he hadn't understood what I'd said.
"Did you ever have any doubts?" I looked down at my feet. He used a finger to push up my chin, forcing me to look at him, "Of course this is more than that. You are more than that. Don't you know that?"
"Well... Vulcans aren't supposed to feel love," I said like it was obvious.
"Then I guess I can never be considered truly Vulcan,"

A/N: I'm dead. This is pathetic. I just got the feels from my own story. Feels. So many feels. Once again I'm sorry that it took so long. Hope you enjoyed.