B'Elanna clutched her bag as she made her way to the soccer field. She knew that she was late picking up Xavier, but she had to finish something at the academy with her advisor. When she got to the soccer field, she found Xavier sitting in the blenchers with his bag. His coach was standing in front of him.
"Mom," Xavier shouted when he saw her. He grabbed his bag and ran down the blenchers.
"Sorry, I'm late," B'Elanna told the coach.
"Ms. Torres, there is something I would like to talk to you about," Coach Johnson said.
B'Elanna nodded. Xavier looked from coach to parent wondering what was going on. B'Elanna took a seat on the lower blencher. Xavier thought that it was time that he ran up and down the blencher. "What is this about?" B'Elanna asked.
Coach Johnson sighed. "I don't think that soccer is the right outlet for Xavier. He doesn't pay attention and hasn't followed direction for a while now. It might be best if you and Mr. Paris find something else for Xavier to do."
B'Elanna sighed. She had a feeling that this was happening. When she was his age, she had the same problem. It wasn't until she found running that she found the balance that she needed. "Thank you, Coach Johnson. I will talk to my husband and figure something out."
The coach nodded and went to grab his bag of soccer balls and clipboard. B'Elanna watched him for a second before picking up her own bag. "Xavier, get your bag and let's go," Xavier came running down and grabbed his things. Xavier talked about what he did in school on the way home.
Once at home, Xavier threw his bag on the floor. B'Elanna was ready to yell at him but he was out of the backdoor before she knew it. She made her way to the kitchen to see Tom standing by the replicator trying to find something for dinner.
"What do you think about pasta and meatballs for dinner tonight?" Tom turned away from the replicator when he heard his wife and son come in.
"That's fine," B'Elanna sat on one of the bar stools.
"What is going on?" Tom asked.
"What are we going to do about Xavier?" B'Elanna asked.
"What is going on with Xavier?" Tom asked. They have been having problems with Xavier for a while. B'Elanna explained what happen at soccer and they had to find something else for Xavier to do. "We got a call from Xavier's teacher today telling us about him barely paying attention in class."
"You don't think that he has…" B'Elanna couldn't finish the sentence.
"We know that he doesn't, he needs to find something that he is passionate about," Tom said. "We tried it the human way, maybe there is Klingon way that might help him."
B'Elanna nodded. "There is an old Klingon that lives in the city. He teaches lessons with the bat'leth. We could try that," Tom nodded. He knew that it wouldn't hurt to try it.
"We'll talk to him tonight," Tom turned back to the replicator and programed in pasta and meatballs.
The dishes were cleared from the table and the girls were doing their homework in their rooms. Xavier told them that he didn't have any homework. Both Tom and B'Elanna didn't believe him. He was ready to watch some special on the screen. Tom turned off the screen. "Xavier, your mother and I would like to talk to you."
Xavier looked up at his father and mother. "About what?"
"Are you having fun in soccer?" B'Elanna took a seat next to him.
"Not anymore," Xavier mumbled.
"Why didn't you say anything to me or your dad?" B'Elanna asked.
"I don't know," Xavier looked away from them.
"You know your father and I would have been okay if you quit. We can find something else for you to do."
"I know," Xavier looked up at his dad. "I didn't want to disappoint you."
Tom took the other seat next to Xavier. "You could never disappoint us. We love you."
"Xavier, what do you think about taking bat'leth lessons?" B'Elanna asked.
"Really," Xavier eyes lite up. Tom and B'Elanna nodded. "I would love to take them."
The old Klingon looked at the young boy standing in front of him. "Are you ready to become a Klingon warrior?"
"Yes, sir," Xavier stood proudly.
The old Klingon laughed. "It's going to take time and patience," He looked into the young boy's eyes. "Are you ready for that?"
If possible, the boy stood taller. "Yes, sir."
"Let's get started." The Klingon said.