Star Trek

Your name is really difficult to pronounce. "

The girl turned to look at him, raising her eyebrows in a way that made her look exactly like her father.She moved her lips, as if trying to figure out how to deal with this poor, stupid earthling, and finally simply replied, "Father calls me Mima."

"May I have the honor of calling you that, ma'am?"

There was a thin but pure smile in the little Vulcan's blue eyes: "Ko-mekh can call me whatever you want."

Kirk still couldn't respond to the awkward title, he thought he should write down the pronunciation and go back and ask Uhura, the omnipotent Uhura.But then the door in front of where Mima stopped slid open, and instead of the living room or whatever Kirk thought it was, it was... obviously, the little girl's bedroom.

It wasn't painted pink or full of dreamy decorations, and it didn't have a distinctive smell, but Kirk just knew it.He didn't know why, maybe it was intuition.

"I... don't think this is good, ma'am." Kirk was pushed to a pumpkin-shaped sofa in the corner by the little girl, and he sat down, and the firmness in his words faded with its softness, "I shouldn't just casually It's impolite to come into a lady's bedroom."

Mima threw Mr. Moon on the bed and stood in front of him: "You should call me Mima."

Kirk was quick to respond: "If you call me Jim. Or James, or Kirk."

Mima pouted, which made her look less than a pure Vulcan.You must know that Professor Spock usually has no expression.The girl was not very happy: "Ko-mekh." She repeated stubbornly, "Ko-mekh..."

Kirk throws up his hands in surrender. "Okay, you win. You can call me that, but tell me what it means? I don't want you calling me a fool or an idiot or something."

Mima ran off, and she came back a moment later, album of holograms in hand, shoving on to the adult: "Just a unisex title, I promise you." Can't really tell me what it means ?” Kirk took it, and the photos in the small box were projected in front of them like a fan, “What is this?”

"I took a photo with Sa-mekh." The girl climbed onto the sofa very naturally and snuggled up to him.

Kirk stared at the slowly turning images, overwhelmed by how close and trusting the child was to him.He didn't know he was so popular with kids and—this was a Vulcan kid.Aren't they the kind of people who memorize pi or the formula of acceleration of gravity in a serious manner, and keep a distance from people within a few miles?

These photos are not intimate, but they are very personal.Most of them are photos of Mima, others of Spock, and group photos with very tricky angles.Until there was a peaceful sleeping face of an adult Vulcan, with fuzzy little fingers pressed up in the corner of the picture, Kirk looked at the eyelashes so close, and suddenly his heart beat wildly; he closed the picture, feeling uncomfortable: "Your father will Angry. Such photos should not be shown to others casually."

Mima took back the photo album incomprehensibly, but still did not force him understandingly.She grabbed the box in her small hands: "I'm pretty sure Sa-mekh won't."

"In fact, when you are alone at home, you should not open the door to strangers."

The girl sat up on her knees: "I didn't. You opened the door yourself."

...it seems to be the case. Kirk took a deep breath: "Then you should close it immediately, I don't care about being shut down until Professor Spock comes back. Fortunately, it was me who came. What if it's a bad guy? You're still young and don't know that society is actually very sinister, Strangers can't just let him in."

The little girl looked at him condescendingly and amusedly: "You are not a stranger. You are Ko-mekh."

here we go again. Kirk stood up, letting the eye-level difference return to normal: "I'd better hold off on replying until you're willing to tell me what that word means. Miss, let's go to the living room, shall we?"

Mima tilted her head and thought for a while, then changed from kneeling to standing up again.But the pumpkin sofa was too soft, she could barely stand, wobbled a few times, and then opened her arms to Kirk.

Kirk choked.He is now very suspicious of Professor Spock's sinister intentions, he has to deal with things at school first, and let him wait at home first - isn't this really letting him be a nanny for free?After all, "trust" is much cheaper than salary.

Speaking of trust, apart from the big Vulcan, the little Vulcan in front of him seems to trust himself too much.How long have they known each other?Do you have 10 minutes? Kirk picked up the baby, who smelled faintly of citrus, very much like Spock.No, it wasn't that Kirk was paying attention to his mentor's smell or anything.

——When it comes to trust, he is sure that there is no external reason, it must be that he is too attractive, beyond gender, age and race.And across a galaxy.

25. 【Spirk】Moon River

One thing Kirk has always admired about his mentor is that Spock is always there when it's just right and when he's needed most.Like now, when Spock opens the door and walks in, Kirk almost falls asleep on his teacher's big table - which is not good.It wasn't entirely his fault though, he was exhausted: nearly two hours of working on the replicator with Mima hadn't managed to get the Vulcan food the kids wanted, and they nearly threw up on the poor machine.

Vulcans actually walked very lightly, but Kirk still felt the presence of another person.It wasn't all because Mima, still in good spirits, charged at her father again like a little grenade.

"Glad you're back, Sa-mekh," said the girl, pointing at the human with her small hand. "Ko-mekh is hungry, and we won't use replicators."

Wait, aren't you hungry? Kirk didn't have time to argue, and hurriedly sat up straight and brushed his hair, seeing his professor holding the child in one hand, and two Vulcans with the same bangs looking at him.But then Spock looked away from him. "Daughter, what do you call Mr. Kirk?"

"Ko-mekh." The child lost his firmness before, and was even a little hesitant.

Spock's face seemed darkened a little. "T'Mima, I thought we'd agreed on this."

"but……"

"Mima."

"...I was wrong, Sa-mekh."

Of course Kirk didn't know what agreement the father and daughter had made, but the little girl's eyes were red and she looked like she was about to cry, which made him call the police—whether it's a girl's tears or a child's tears, it's not a good idea. sign.He stood up and hurriedly interjected, "It's okay, she can yell like that if she wants to."

Spock stares at him. "You really don't mind?"

Kirk bit the inside of his cheek: "…no." It would be nice if he knew what that meant.

The adult Vulcan's expression softened again.He noticed that his daughter's long black hair was braided into a beautiful braid, and his eyes switched to the human again.

Kirk put one hand in his pocket and shrugged. "I did it."

"You have mastered this skill."

"Skill?"

"Help a girl comb her hair."

Kirk is still dazed, and Mima sniffs, explaining in good time, "He won't."

Kirk laughed at the answer: "Bones can't either, so I helped comb his daughter's hair. Little ladies like to make themselves beautiful."

"Cadet McCoy?"

"Correct."

"You are still close."

"Of course." Kirk said, not noticing the subtle "still." "So, Professor, the project's—"

The boy's voice interrupted Kirk's hard-won business: "Sa-mekh, I'm hungry."

Spock glanced at the time projected on the wall: "It's indeed time for dinner. Let's eat first, Mr. Kirk, and the project can wait."

"...Jim."

"Ok?"

"I mean, just call me Jim, Professor."

"As you wish." There was a subtle smile in the corner of Spock's eyes, he hugged Mima and turned and walked towards the back room, "Please wait here...Jim."

If Spock was emphasizing his name, it must be his imagination, Kirk thought.

"Actually, there's no need to come out to eat. I'm easy to pass, and I can make do with everything."

Kirk felt a little awkward sitting in Spock's personal flying car.At Mima's insistence they go out and find a proper restaurant instead of continuing to torture the dying replicator.In the three years since he came to Starfleet Academy, except for Pike, he has never had much communication with other teachers-indeed, most of the school knows him because of his affairs, but most of them are students.What's more, Spock is only a professor who just came to the academy this year, and he doesn't want to leave a reputation of fawning on professors - the dazzling Kirk aura of his parents and brother has already disappeared.