Star Trek

eye.He didn't know if such a statement would offend Amanda-after all, he had a great affection for this lady from the first sight; luckily, Amanda didn't seem to intend to participate in the children's war: she was sparing Watching them bicker with interest.

Spock still looked arrogant: "I don't mean humans, but humans living on Earth. My mother has lived in Vulcan for 16.3 standard years and received the best Vulcan education - with you there is a big difference."

Jim's anger is rising.He tried to clench his fists so that he wouldn't use - as Winona put it - cowardly violence.He opted for a more direct verbal attack: "You arrogant bastard!"

Spock raises his left eyebrow in a mocking "look, it's illogical" look.Even though they're very subtle, Jim picks them out. Spock spoke, in a voice so good that Jim wanted to punch him, "Don't be so ridiculous, James."

"Kirk. We don't know each other well enough that you can call me by my name."

"As far as I know, the surname Kirk is more to represent and commemorate your father, Admiral George Kirk. You are far from him, and you will not be him."

The name struck a nerve in his delicate sensibilities: his rage had finally reached its peak. "--don't--don't mention my father--!"

Before Amanda could react enough to stop it, Jim, the ten-year-old boy, leaped at the thirteen-year-old Vulcan boy—with all the bravery and fearlessness of a panther.

4.【Spirk】White Lie

The night on Vulcan came fast and furiously, the fiery red sun flashed past and disappeared into the horizon, and the chill quietly seeped into the night.The two children of the ambassador's mansion were standing opposite each other in the hall with their own worries and anger.

One of the windows was left open, through which the evening wind blew up Amanda's skirt.She walked over to close it, and the coolness hit her skin.When she turned around again and came back, she had a skin regenerator in her hand, and she walked to the corner of the room, where there was an angry child from the earth.

The warm, slightly burning laser advanced along the texture of the small wound, Jim tilted his neck, gritted his teeth but still let out a "hiss - hiss -" cry of pain.Tissues are being regenerated, wounds are healing, and scars are receding, but the irritability in his heart cannot be calmed down at all.He hates having his father's name whispered in his ear (well, to be honest, Spock only said it once), hates when people expect him to be like him, hates when people question whether he can be him - he's only ten years old, He doesn't want to think about it that much.

The land mines planted since childhood, now exploded at the poke of this eccentric Vulcan boy, this is the first meeting: Jim can't imagine what kind of time they will spend together in the next two months.

He's a little shy of Amanda's concerned gaze, after all he hit his son when he was trying to impress her; he really likes Mrs Amanda, she doesn't just remind him of Winona - married to her stepfather The previous Winona - made him truly feel the image of a mother.

But he beat her son within half an hour of knowing each other.

"Jim," Amanda said, her voice soft but irresistible, "Look at me, Jim."

Jim dared to look at her if he didn't want to, still staring at a small blemish on the floor with his neck straightened.

Amanda puts away the skin regenerator (the skin around the boy's neck is already smooth as new), and puts the warm palm of her right hand on his cheek: "Look at me, Jim."

The boy gave in.He carefully met Amanda's gaze and was surprised that there was no reproach in it. Amanda rubbed a little dust off his cheek with her thumb: "Does it still hurt?"

He never expected to be greeted with such blameless words. Jim's prepared refutation or apology all failed, and he stuttered: "Ma'am, I—"

Amanda smiled gently and shook her head: "It's okay, kid, it's not your fault. Don't blame yourself." She tilted her head, which made her look a little Vulcan cunning, "It's not your fault to get along with these guys. It's always long and painful at first, isn't it? But trust me, Jim, you'll find they're a bunch—a lovely bunch of logs."

If ever there was a need to find the best spokesperson for the word self-righteousness, Sarek must be a well-deserved one.He stood diagonally from Jim, looking down at his son across the room with his back to his hands.

"Violence is never advisable," Sarek said in a low voice, "and birth is not a choice. Spock, you should know this better than anyone. I talked to you 8.7 days before James arrived, and you didn't No apparent opposition. May I ask why you are so resistant right now?"

Unlike the restless little earthlings over there, the little Vulcans looked extremely calm, and could even be said to be confident about the next set of rhetoric: "Father, I should apologize for using violence. I really didn't expect human beings to be so fragile .On the other hand, I'm not making fun of his birth. I'm just pointing out the fact that he didn't have an excellent Vulcan education."

Sarek narrowed his eyes, realizing that his son's rebellious mood was more serious than he imagined: "Spock, you know exactly why you pissed off James in the end." He raised his voice slightly, "Have you forgotten the past you received Discrimination?"

those kids.Vulcan child.Pure-pure-va-ken-kids.They laughed in twos and threes, and pointed at him from a distance.Later, someone directly provoked him, and he was so angry that the backlog of emotions to the extreme could no longer bear——

Spock's throat tightened. "…I should apologize for my actions, Father."

Sarek knew what his child was recalling just now.In the process of boys growing up, some hurdles must be passed by themselves.He raised an eyebrow. "You're not apologizing to me, Spock."

If this matter was reversed and placed on Jim, then the human child might be too embarrassed to apologize face-to-face; fortunately, Vulcan's thinking is more straight and pure, and Spock is not embarrassed. He glanced at his father, Turning to his mother again: Jim is staring at him too, as if startled by meeting his gaze; his hands are glued to the hem of Amanda's coat, which makes Spock a bit annoyed, but it's not the time to worry about these things when.

Given that Jim was the one who got the better of the beating last, the boy, who knew firsthand the Vulcan-human physique difference, was subconsciously nervous about Spock walking towards him with a blank expression.He grabbed Amanda's clothes corner as if hiding behind Winona. Of course, the two ladies pulled him out from behind with the same gentle and irresistible technique.

Jim started wringing his fingers.He's on his guard again now, and if Spock says another word—

"I apologize to you, James."

...? Jim's brain didn't react for a moment, but the words slipped out first: "Just because you apologize doesn't mean I'll forgive you—"

He subconsciously looked up at Amanda, and the human lady was winking at him, expressing the meaning of forgive these Vulcan idiots.

So the human little coconut said with some reluctance: "Okay, I forgive you." He muttered, "But you are not allowed to laugh at me anymore—nothing is allowed."

"I promise you I won't again, James."

"It's Kirk," he corrected.

"Jim." Spock insisted.

"Kirk!"

"Jim."

"...Kirk."

"Jim."

The human child was finally defeated, shrugged, and made an exaggerated helpless expression: "...Okay, call it whatever you want."

Spock raised an eyebrow very Vulcan.

And Amanda and her husband looked at each other and smiled again.

"Seriously, don't Vulcans have bunk beds? Two separate beds are fine? Or your house is so big—there is no other room? I don't mind cleaning the room myself, I'm used to it anyway."

Jim lay sprawled on the bed, smelling the clean bedding, confused.He has to sleep in the same bed as Spock, a Vulcan wood, although there are two quilts, but, it's really awkward, okay?He's even been living in two rooms with Sam since he was five years old.

"Every room has its purpose." Spock is bending over to fold his clothes, looking so soft in his form-fitting pajamas—Jim thought.He was referring to the pajamas, not the owner of the pajamas, of course. Spock turned his back on him. "Again, yes, Vulcan children don't have bunk beds. Considering you and I are the same sex, and having the same routine would facilitate understanding, Father didn't buy another bed, but if you need—"

"Forget it, forget it." Jim still lay there, murmuring sleepily.He was tired all day, and now he couldn't even lift his eyelids. "Spock you