Thank you to everybody who read or reviewed the last chapter. You're all wonderful.

A couple of weeks ago I got a review that made me realize that a lot of the characters have multiple names in this story and that might get kind of confusing, especially in this chapter, where I've changed everybody's email address for plot reasons that you will see.

Our title character is Demora Sulu, who was born about a decade earlier in the KTL. Susan is her mother, which I'm taking from prime universe apocrypha. All emails addressed to Demora will be going to her mom's account for now.

Demora's aunt by adoption is Elizabeth Chen, who goes by the name Liz and is dating Kevin, Jim's adoptive brother in this universe. Their mom is head of Starfleet right now. Three stories in, it's hard to remember all the OCs and obscure prime universe characters that I've brought in. However, feel free to ask questions.

I'm doing a double update on this site so please make sure that you go back and read day six, if you have not done so.

Day 7: I think there's something wrong with the email server

From: Ambassador_Sarek

To: SpockX-Kirk

Time arrived: 2/24/2260 00:00:01

Subject: Are you well?

Dear Spock:

I hope that at this point you have settled into your new duties on board Enterprise and have an opportunity to converse with me. I hope you still have time for such correspondence, despite your increase in duties and responsibilities. I'm certain you are performing your duties admirably. Please inform me of the status of your health and the well-being of your spouse at your earliest convenience.

Cordially, your father.

From: Mommy_Susan

To: SuluHG

Time arrived: 2/24/2260 00:00:01

Subject: Use this account instead

Have you heard from Ben yet? During our play date, he told me he got your letter two days after I got mine from you and I'm sure you wrote us at the same time. That's just ridiculous. Anyway, you should probably use this email address created by my sister's boyfriend's brother.

Anyway, the kids had a great play date. Also, your boyfriend reads all the same books I do and knows how to sneak a good wine into play group. Those women are unbearable without something. He also brought brownies. Seriously, marry that man.

From: Elizabeth_Chen

To: Uhura-McCoyJJ

Time arrived: 2/24/2260 00:00:01

Subject: Okay what did your classmates due to your tutor?

So, I was going to ask you how your first day of school went, but then Kevin told me what Jim told him in an email. Apparently, you're getting the replicator Snickers for helping Jim rescue a poor teacher. Although at the same time I'm not surprised. They did something like that twice my first year. You would be amazed at the crazy things that happened at Starfleet high school or rather the high school in San Francisco that most Starfleet brats went to. There may be a reason why I graduated a year early.

So, I think I'm supposed to tell you to hang in there and that it will get better, but my honest advice is get out as fast as you can. It does get better once you get out of high school and unfortunately, your kind of going in a little early since all your classmates will be high schoolers and you're breezing through the junior high curriculum. You're smart and I think you can get through the curriculum in half time. That way you can be well on your way to becoming either a doctor or a Jedi. I personally would go with Jedi. I'm trying to convince mom to do a Jedi division.

PS: Ask Uncle Jim to make you a cake with chocolate sprinkles as another help me survive these idiots treat. Tell him I said that. He makes the best cakes.

From: Kevin RK

To: Jim_Kirk_Spock

Time Arrived: 2/24/2260 00:00:01

Subject: So, you probably want to send all emails to my private account

Hey big brother I'm glad you had time to write, when you're not screwing your husband in the shower. Sue has a big mouth. She and Ben are becoming best friends and your next-door neighbor obviously tells his boyfriend and his baby's mama too much. Also, I'm glad that you wrote me with your private email account. Considering the things I found, you should probably send all future correspondence to this account. I hope you write me more than the last time you were in space. I understood because you were a baby Captain and scared and in a complicated place with your future husband. Do better this time.

I promise to listen to you talk about your husband and not be jealous of your relationship with him. I just don't want to know about your sex life. See, the therapy is working.

Mom is still not drinking yet and still seeing her doctors three times a week. Thank God. Although, the anniversary of Sam dying is coming up soon. That's going to be a rough day. It's a rough day for me which is part of the reason why we're doing sleepovers right now. Yes, big brother, I am taking my contraceptive hypo regularly. Baby D is cute, but I'd don't want to have to change diapers on a regular basis anytime soon. Also, we are not planning to elope anytime soon or at all. I know about the bet because Sue read Sulu's letter to Desi. Do you not have better things to do like take care of a starship?

Okay the other reason why we're not at the dorms is the rumor mill is god-awful here as well and they keep asking inappropriate questions about how Liz became an aunt. Did you know that the Bastard's sister lives in our dorm? Also, she has a big mouth. And just because your mom is Admiral does not mean that you can just punch out people that refer to your sister as a slut. For the sake of keeping Liz from ending up in judiciary for punching people out, we would rather spend quality time with an eight-month-old.

I don't think Liz is as used to people talking shit about her sister as I am about people saying terrible things about you. Let's be honest, Jim, the whole town of Riverside talked shit about you for the entire time I lived there, at least until you saved all their lives. I'm 99% sure that was happening before Winona adopted me. I knew more about Frank than I ever wanted to and I never met the Bastard. Although, I want to kill him.

You always told me to hold my head up high when people are talking about me behind my back, mostly about me having a locker filled with protein bars. You told me not to listen to idiots with big mouths and no brains. You told me to tell them to get fucked, but I'm in the protocol classes this semester so I'm learning not to phrase things that way.

I have also passed your sage advice on to Liz multiple times during the last week and I now say the same to you. They're just not worth dealing with. It is impossible for me to care less about these people, literally impossible. I have other things to worry about like the pop quiz in Introduction to Diplomacy. You know, Spock adores you, so don't worry about their opinions of your marriage. You have better things to do, and for the love of the universe don't tell me that your husband.

PS: Liz told me to tell you chocolate sprinkles. What the hell does that mean?

To be continued

So, what do you think 'chocolate sprinkles' means?