Beginnings

So, after taking a long break from writing, I am finally pack and with a new fandom! Honestly, I grew up with Star Trek since I was 5 years old and my grandfather decided to pick me up and sit me on his lap to watch together. I have to admit, though my love for it was always strong, it did get buried under all the other books, movies and series I enjoyed. But the Star Trek made in 2009 and Star Trek into Darkness reminded me just how much I loved Star Trek.

So after a long time of thinking about it, debating different ideas, and getting a working laptop that I could work with, here is my first shot at Spirk.

Now, I want to make very clear that if you are looking for some short story filled with smutt and the kinds, this is the wrong story for you. It will build slowly. VERY slowly. I have read my fair share of "Oh, I love you, Jim" "Oh I love you too, let's go at it like rabbits." stories. I'm going to take this nice and slow, and not throw in random Pon farr just to get some sex scene. Many of you might get bored with my story, just because it will be a long one. For those that are looking for more than

The first thought that crossed the mind of a 12 year old Jim Tiberius Kirk concerning the Vulcan boy that was being introduced by his teacher was "Well, he's odd."

Of course he had been told before hand that their class would be joined by a Vulcan, and even though Jim had seen pictures of them, and heard more stories about them then he really cared for, the child that stood before the class was different then he had imagined.

For starters, his hair cut was the most hideous thing he had ever seen. Almost as if his mother had put a pot on his head and just cut off the hair that dared to peek out under it. Of course, the pointy ears were a sight as well, but Jim had known about those.

The hint of green on his skin made the boy look sick, as if he was going to throw up this breakfast any second now.

But what irked Jim the most was the expression on his face, or more so, the lack of it. He stared across the room, eyes perfectly focused on the white wall as he was introduced. His features were fine, almost feminine. Jim couldn't help to think that he would have made a pretty human girl, if you took away all the Vulcan features.

The way he stood, his back straight, arms clasped at the small of his back just didn't seem natural, as if someone had stuck a grown up mind into a child's body.

All in all, Jim was not impressed.

"Children, this is Spock. He's going to be in our class this year. Please be nice to him. He is far from home, and I'm sure he could use a friend or two."

Jim had to suppress a snort. He couldn't imagine that anyone would want to be friends with someone like Spock. And as if the Vulcan had heard his thoughts, a soft, but firm voice arose from te boy.

"I am sorry; Mrs. Winter, but Vulcans do not have friends. Friends are a purely human sentiment. I ask you kindly not to encourage anyone to try and force that kind of human behavior on me."

The teacher just smiled down at Spock who had now turned his attention to her, and nodded.

"Of course, Spock, I apologize. Please go sit next to Jim. It's the only free space we have right now." Spock's gaze swept over the room and finally came to a halt at the free space next to him. Slowly, the alien made his way over to sit next to Jim, sitting down silently.

Jim decided that, despite the horrible first impression the Vulcan had made, he would at least be polite. He turned to Spock and said "Hey. My name's Jim."

"I have already been informed of your name. It is illogical to repeat it to me." Spock answered his expression blank as he looked at the board.

"Well yeah, but its considered rude if you don't tell someone your name in person here on earth ya know. " Jim couldn't help but smile. This boy was so odd, and different, that he was almost interesting.

"I was unaware." And for the first time, Spock actually looked at him. "I am Spock."

"Well, it's good to meet you Spock. I'm sure we'll have tons of fun." Another grin split the young humans face.

"Fun is also a sentiment only carried by humans. It isn't logical." The weird looking brows furrowed, and Jim couldn't help but laugh. This guy really had no idea about humans. But then, did he know much about Vulcans?

"It's something humans say to make the other person feel more comfortable. You know. Show we mean no harm. Man, I may not know much about Vulcans, but you sure as hell know nothing about humans, do you? I thought Vulcans are supposed to be all kinds of brainy."

"I have to admit that my study on human behavior and rituals are not as satisfactory as I believed them to be when I left Vulcan. I was hoping that my knowledge would be sufficient. Yet, Vulcans are considered to have a higher level of intelligence then humans."

Jim chuckled. "Well, it isn't even close. Here, how about this. I teach you about our illogical human rituals as you call them, and you'll teach me a little about Vulcans. For example, here's your first lesson: Saying you are smarter than someone else will get you in trouble. It's insulting."

"How can stating a fact be an insult? My people ha-"

He was quickly interrupted by Jim bursting into laughter. This did not only earn him a confused look from Spock, but also drew the attention of his teacher to him.

"Jim Kirk, quiet down. You're interrupting the class. I am sure whatever you were laughing about will be funny as well once school is over."

Jim flashed his most dazzling smile at his teacher. "Of course Mrs. Winter. I'm sorry. I'll pay attention now." He turned to Spock, whispering "I'll explain later. I have to pay attention. Math isn't my best subject anyway." And with that, the conversation between the two boys died away, as they both paid attention to the material the

teacher was teaching them.

So, here is the first chapter. Short, but it was really only to start the story off. Let me know what you think.

Yours faithfully,

Akikofuma.