Disclaimer – If I could claim Star Trek as my own I would

AN: I enjoyed writing the mirror version of the first chapter, so will keep doing so with the others. Hope it works!

(I'm feeling much better now folks!)

Earth date February 21st 2215 – London, England

"You say what!"

"I find your face and form pleasing, you are also highly intelligent. I desire to experience multiple sessions of copulation at your convenience."

Rachel looked at the Vulcan as if he was insane. That's it he was insane, poor T'Shea had a completely bat-shit, crazy cousin. Either that or she was in some kind of weird day dream being propositioned by a Vulcan.

""What is your answer?" Salas calmly asked.

Rachel continued looking up at, what was his name again? Yes, Sayless, and looked at the glass of ice water in her hand. She decided someone needed cooling down and it wasn't her. She dashed the glass of ice water and watched as the liquid found a resting place on Salas countenance.

"Payless, Sayless or whatever your blasted name is, that's my answer."

Rachel turned on her heels and left the room.

Salas considered he needed to review his research on human courting practises as he wiped his face with his sleeves.

Seven days earlier, T'Shea's dinner party

Salas bowed his head in greeting as Rachel was seated on his left and introduced to him by T'Shea.

"This is my maternal first cousin, Salas Kril'es chan. Salas this is my associate Rachel Edwards-Maxwell."

Rachel raised her hand in the ta'al and greeted him in flawless Vulcan.

"Dif-tor heh smusma," she smiled as she spoke. For the first time Salas found the human ability to bare their teeth and raise the corners of their mouth fascinating.

Salas returned the traditional reply. "Sochya eh dif"

"So what are your impressions of Earth?" asked Rachel.

"I find the diverse cultures and climate interesting, including London, despite the cold temperature." Salas replied

"And how are you finding humans?"

"That area is still a learning experience," Salas spoke diplomatically. "Perhaps you can render assistance" He stared at her intensely, if Rachel did not know better she would swear he was flirting with her.

But Vulcans did not know how to flirt, did they?

She laughed as she responded to his answer,

"The best way to learn about anyone is to socialise with them, so you're making a good start here."

Salas' curiosity got the better of him as he asked her what region of the country she was from.

"I'm not from England, I'm from across the seas," Rachel replied.

"Across the seas, which one, there are so many bodies of water." Salas queried

"I'm from St. Marguerite, one of the islands of the Caribbean Federation. Have you travelled to that part of the world?"

"Not as yet. I have visited North Africa and the Arab peninsula. I find the temperatures very comfortable"

"I guess being from a desert planet, you would. But the Caribbean has a tropical climate you might enjoy..er appreciate it."

"Perhaps one day I might find a logical reason to visit." Salas responded.

Once again Rachel felt his intense stare.

As they continued to converse, T'Shea noticed it was the longest conversation she had seen Salas participate in socially since he moved to London. He tended to be distant when in company, some of her friends thought he was shy and some downright rude. It did not stop the singles ones wanting to be introduced once they were told he was unattached. One did not come across unbonded Vulcan males living offworld that often. And to quote her friend Rachel, 'he is a good looking brother'.

He was still young, only 57 years old, a widower. Just over five years ago his adun'a died in a shuttle accident. T'Shea had liked T'Prisa, she was not one of those prejudiced Vulcans that their clan seem to produce or attract like sand. It would not be long before the clan matriarch ordered him home and set him up with the 'perfect' Vulcan bondmate. Maybe if Salas 'got lucky' as her human friends put it, he would find someone on Earth. She calculated the odds of him choosing a Human female as mate, she speculated she had a better chance of winning the Terran lottery with a Tellarite ticket.

AN: St. Marguerite does not exist, I made it up, its my homage to my cultural heritage. This will eventually be an M rated story. I doubt you can include the mirror universe and keep things PG lol