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"Okay, Sa-mekh. Shall we go to Byron Star for Christmas break?"

"of course."

"Why is Ko-mekh unwilling to meet Ko-mekh-il?"

"Perhaps you can ask him yourself."

"You and Ko-mekh really didn't quarrel?"

"No."

"What about fighting?"

"Not to mention. Sa-fu, why do you have such doubts?"

"I have heard movement in your room at night. It is very noisy and there will be Ko-mekh sobbing."

It took Nyino ten seconds to understand what kind of scene the boy's words were describing, and couldn't help covering his face, but was curious about how Spock would explain it to his son.

Apparently the adult Vulcan chose the path of a curvy answer: "That's not fighting, sa-fu. It's just a...another way of communicating affection."

"How was it?"

"When you grow up, you will know."

"But I'm 7.83 years old." The boy frowned, "Isn't that old enough?"

"No," said his father, "a boy who is mature enough doesn't run away with his sister."

The child froze, lost in his own thoughts.

The hatch of the control room slid open in front of them again, and the boy stepped out first, while his father turned to Nyino, who wished to be forgotten, and said, "I apologize for my son interrupting your work." , Ensign Nyino."

"No...it's okay." He stammered in response, a little surprised that the officer knew his name.

Spock nods, good-bye.And the little Chaya in his arms raised his hand to him, his little fist opened and then clenched, clenched and then opened.

"Uh, Lieutenant Colonel, permission to speak?" Nyino suddenly thought of an important matter.He swallowed, feeling a heavy tension in his stomach.He hadn't spoken to a Vulcan - let alone his High Command.Will he be eaten for speaking inappropriately?

Apparently the commander didn't intend to eat him. Spock turns around with an almost benevolent look of inquiry: "What's up, Lieutenant?"

Nyino glanced at the little boy behind him with half of his face exposed: "He...Mr. Chico didn't steal my biscuits." He said, his voice trembled and then quickly recovered, "I allow him."

End

Nyino: <Swahili> a lucky child blessed by God

62. 【Spirk】The Reverie of a Lonely Walker

I guess this should not be my bias.The vast majority of Earthlings are constantly stared at by unimportant people at work, and will definitely be distracted and pressured invisibly. After all, we are humans, not some damn Vulcans.When I turned around after the fifth or sixth time I gave the patient the needle and prescribed the medicine, I still saw Chico staring at me intently (in fact, he could have stayed in the captain's special consultation room and I passed the monitoring Watching him, but since the one time our first officer came in there and was alone with our captain for a while, I turned off the surveillance there), I decided that something had to be done.

"Chico."

"Dr. McCoy, what's the matter?"

"Don't call me Dr. McCoy. You know, you can call me Uncle Bones."

"At this moment in your place of work, the title is appropriate."

"Huh—you know I'm working right now, don't you? So I ask you, honey, why are you here next to me when I'm working? Are you sick?"

"No, doctor—uncle. All the functions of my body are functioning perfectly."

"Then why are you here?"

"I just...seek something more pure."

"A medical port full of buzz is not a clean place. Come on, kid, I'm the one who brought you into this world, and I know you too well; you ran away from home again, didn't you?"

Chico bit his lip and said nothing.He was sitting on the medical bed, too small for his feet to reach the ground, and swayed his legs in a very un-Vulcan way.

I pull the chair toward him. "You can't run away every time Jim and Spock have something to do with each other. You have to know that when two people are together all the time, there will always be some conflicts, and that's normal."

Chico looks downcast: "I admit that I... don't like being in an environment where Sa-mekh and Ko-mekh don't get along."

I couldn't help but rubbed his hair: "It's normal, kid. You're lucky, your dad and... your dad are already a couple—" The word twisted my lips For a moment, "They have a very good relationship, even if there is a little quarrel, it will pass quickly. Don't worry, Hun?"

"Really?" He looked at me now with the eyes of a five-year-old boy.

"Of course." I assured him, "and, little Vulcan, it's not a good man to run away when something goes wrong. In case you have another brother in the future—" Actually, I didn't expect this, "They quarreled, and you left your little brother to them?"

Chico tilted his head and thought for a while, then seriously replied, "I want a younger sister."

I sighed, stood up and glanced at the time displayed on the computer next to me, the Alpha shift was about to end.I walked over and took the child off the hospital bed: "That's not up to you and me to decide. Come on, little guy, it's lunch time, let Uncle Bones take you for a walk."

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I have to admit (of course I will never say it) that Chico's character is not exactly a likable little boy: after all, he has half of that green blood monster's blood in his body!Terrible genetics.Therefore, Chico is not like a normal five-year-old boy, he is too old, although he has a strong thirst for knowledge (which is good), but you can imagine a child who is not as tall as your waist with hands behind his back and speaks flat "I can Don't you please tell me blahblahblah" - God, boy, stop being like your Vulcan daddy!

But the appearance is still good-after all, the other half of the gene provider is Jim, this kid can always use his appearance to win, and he is invincible in every battle. Chico has the same ridiculously thick flat bangs as his Vulcan dad, but his blue eyes are exactly the same as Jim's, maybe so much that I have the same irresistible feeling - oh my god, all these years Why am I still not immune to dog eyes?

I took Chico to the No. [-] canteen, and many people greeted me and smiled at him along the way. After all, in their eyes, the little pointed ears of the son of the two top executives of the Enterprise are really cute.I saw someone secretly filming him with a PADD again, and I'm not going to stop it, but maybe his fathers should know this: Chapel told me before that there is a separate board on the Enterprise forum except for Jim and Spock, This little guy has one too.

As long as it doesn't really threaten their family, there is nothing wrong with the crew having a little entertainment. After all, this is the first year of the five-year mission in deep space, and there are still many boring missions ahead.

Bless him not to actually have a brother or sister born in space.

Interacting with Vulcans (both big and small) always makes me cringe, so I've learned early on to think about myself when walking with them.So I didn't notice the movement until the third time (according to him) Chico pulled the hem of my shirt, and I looked down at him: "What's wrong?"

"Uncle Bones," he stared at the vegetarian window, nervous as if he'd made a big mistake, "if I could, I'd like to... try meat dishes."

I think I might be a little angry. What kind of education is it that makes a five-year-old child so cautious even if he wants to eat some meat?

"Won't your father feed you?"

"...No." Chico frowned, "Sa-mekh said that Vulcan's physiological structure is difficult to digest too much meat and fat."

"But you're only 1/4 of a Vulcan. Isn't the other 3/4 of you clamoring for some roast chicken?"

"My body doesn't have a mind." He looked confused. "What's a roast chicken?"

I patted him on the shoulder: "One of your earth daddy's favorite meat dishes. When Jim was in college, he was a star who would die without roast chicken. Come on, let Uncle Bones take you to the man-made window for an extra meal, Altair's recipe is a masterpiece - think lemon juice and sesame oil, think the aroma of basil leaves and golden crispy skin - that's a delicious taste that doesn't exist in the replicating machine!"

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I don't know if it's a surprise to see Jim here, after all, he's also on the Alpha flight, and this is the restaurant with the best grilled chicken on the entire Enterprise.The little pointed ears broke the state of his father eating alone faster than me, he let go of my clothes and ran over: "Ko-mekh?"

Jim was quite surprised. He turned his head to look at Chico and then at me who was following me, and finally his eyes fell on Chico: "Are you going to make trouble at the medical port again while I'm on duty?"

Chico was very unconvinced: "I have not affected Uncle Bones' work."

"Really?" Jim looked at me, disbelief written in his eyes.

I was noncommittal, pulled him away