#Cadet T'Ana

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I think Bashir and T'Ana could have studied together at the Academy. And it was Bashir who showed her the holodeck and old American movies.

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T'Ana x baby reader x Shaxs

Family lunch

This is my first star trek fic and I'm doing my best don't come at me ok

Reader is basically a neko

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It was days like this where Shaxs was happy for peace, getting time to hang out with his son (name), the little bear just learning walking and was absolutely dead set on following his dad.

"Come now little bear! We have much to do!" He said loudly and laughed when his son made equally loud babbles "that's the attitude!" He was always so proud of his little babe, his little cat ears flickering as he waved at cadets "ABABABA!" He squealed when he saw the captain "my my, if it isn't the baby bear" Captain Freeman chuckled at the small babe "he's awfully energetic isn't he! Going to-- if you don't stop that I swear!" She barked at someone before returning to the two "anyways it was nice seeing you both, have a good day off!"

(Name) only new ship life and even got a baby uniform as a joke gift, both medical and security so both parents were satisfied.

(Name) was a medical marvel, a perfect combination of science and love to create him "oh? You wanna walk?" shaxs always surprised people with how gentle he was with his cub, letting him down and watching as he shakily waddled forward as members of the Cerritos cooed and waved at the tyke.

"Excellent form baby bear!" Shaxs said supportive and loving as the kit made a little growl sound, T'Ana having taught him that as the babe was learning three languages so easy sounds was simpler for him with things like affermations. "marnah(mother)!" (Name) squealed as he saw his mom walk down the hall and T'Ana glared before looking down at the tiny kitten "oh there's my little kit" she said with a slight purr before hissing at some ensigns who were running passed laughing, startling little (name) who fell on his butt "WATCH WHERE THE FUCK YOU'RE GOING YOU SHIT MONGRELS!" She yelled out before lifting the babe up "our baby bear is stronger than that" Shaxs chuckled as the three walked to the mess hall, it was almost (name)s meal time and he was getting really good with solids.

It was cute seeing their kid eat, absolutely laying waste to his meal and hissing at anyone who got too close "he's an absolute nightmare eating" T'Ana chuckled as she ate and worked "ababababa!" He said aggressively as his tiny fangs ripped apart the meat.

The three were a weird family but they were a family none the less "oh look he's excited about the stars again!" shaxs said as (name) looked out the window, shakily standing and pressing his messy hands against the window.

"Now finish your lunch kitten"

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spock & jim factbook part II

-jim is very forthright and honest with his feelings because he was lied to as a child (birthdays, holidays, ceremonies, and special occasions - dad will be there this time, he promises), spock is reserved and aloof because the truth always seemed like a threat (dad will be there. he promises.)

-jim's mother, winona, used to call her youngest son "captain" as in, "okay captain kirk whatever you say," with the fondest wink, as he'd pop off with the most random facts and excitable ideas for adventure, a regular whiz kid, practically bouncing at her side while they walked up and down the fields checking the growth status of the Federation crops that she, an agricultural engineering science officer, worked on when they visited developing colonies -- after she died on Tarsus, blamed for the famine by the colony's defacto leader, jim was never the same. at his father's side, and in his mother's shadow, he turned inward to his books, stiff nods & blurred pages burying a heart aching with injustice. shakespeare fell away to starfleet code, the kid fell away to the cadet.

-spock and amanda have always been close - what spock doesn't know is the amount of medical experimentation she underwent to conceive spock. until his birth, no vulcan-human hybrids had survived & the process was exploratory at best. hormonal injections, uterine implantation, dna samples, invasive procedures, swallowed embarrasment, public scrutiny and scorn, threats daily from radicalized humans and vulcans alike, medical files "leaked" by alleged friends to publications, and an agonizing labor on a foreign planet which she vowed to call home -- surrounded by as many physicians who saw she and her child as odd scientific curiosities, specimen to observe, rather than people.

-thirteen year old jim had been wrapped up in Federation shock blankets, with the other surviving 8 children from the Tarsus massacre, surrounded by doting medical staff in Starfleet blues and whites. lights fading in and out, rescue teams, noise muddled. the ash of the slain colonists covered the ground like soot - and he couldnt tell the difference between their remains and the blotchy pale fungal spores which destroyed the once flourishing fields of Tarsus. he had been thinking - snow, it looks like snow - and still now he hates winter, hates the cold.

-sam hates how jim avoids family functions at the holidays - why? it's fun! snow flurries, the nephews, the gifts, the decorations, the whole shebang. he and aurelan invite jim every year, but jim is always off on a mission. when he does show he's with another one of his "revolving door partners", sometimes Carol once or twice. he's sullen and somber or testy and competitive - typical Jim. always making a headache of everything.

-nine year old spock gets lost once in the wastelands of the Shi'al province - he had chased I-Chaya out of the open veranda of another one of Vulcan's socialite homes. T'ana, the elderly matron of the honored house, had watched as Spock and his pet unknowingly disappeared into the distant thornfields - saying nothing. humans and vulcans? it was not right. everyone knew it. the logical was irrefutable. to dilute the races is to spell the eventual degredation of vulcan society, one that by Surak, they fought for with every cell in their expansive minds. and should they be better for Spock's loss? then so be it. spock is lost for a whole day, nearly dies from dehydration and exposure. when he is rescued by Vulcan wilderness agents who happened across him, he is brought up to the house covered in burns and thorns, enshrouded in cooling cloths. T'ana makes a show of gratefulness, puts a warm palm on his shoulder - ensuring Spock is in safe hands until his mother arrives.

-michael doesn't understand why Spock hates the Thanar Sea. why? it's everything! the whipping winds across the turquoise waters surrounded by towering peaks of red rock. a resevoir, an oasis, much beloved by Vulcan elite and the masses, a small reprieve from the unrelenting glare of their desert homeworld. Spock sits quietly on the beach, shaded by the reflective sails scattered across the sand for comfort. he closes his eyes in the sun and tries not to think about how it burns, Michael shoving his shoulder, a poke like a thorn, lighten up Spock. lighten up Spock.

-jim sits alone in the mess hall, sometimes food makes him sick. he hates watching other people eat. something about it making him nauseous. but he sits there all the same - making a show of it. happy birthday! happy birthday jimmy! all of the sudden it's Gary and Ben, boisterous and offensively loud, beaming grins, setting down a blazing cake in front of him. he laughs - of course. and his friends make a show of standing on the tables, forcing the crowd into song, and the lab technician Carol slides in across from him - a sharp smile even hotter than the burning candles aimed right in his direction. hey birthday boy. Gary slips out a flask of Romulan, makes a big deal of how he had to pull strings to get this stuff, how can Jim sit here with a stack of books on his birthday? they all laugh. eat up, Professor Kirk, it's your birthday. they swallow down the cake, messy drunken frosting laughter, and end up at a dive bar, a pub, another bar. Gary and Ben have to drag themselves down the barrack halls in the small hours and Carol kisses him, unexpectedly, with a razor sharp want before turning away. Jim closes the door behind him. Finds he is leaning against it as if he needs something to hold him up. something not right. he feels sick again, but it isn't in his stomach. he stumbles to the bathroom, shoves a finger down his throat, and vomits up everything he ate, everything he drank, even the taste of that kiss.

-spock whips the electronic stylus across the room and it explodes with a spark as it hits the wall. an unbecoming show of emotion. studying for his Advanced Quantum Superposition Physics final should be easy. it's all easy for spock. but he's tired, tired because of another Ambassador's dinner the other night, putting on the dollhouse show of his perfect Vulcan family next to his mother, father, Michael, T'Pring, and the curtained space where Sybok should be, declared erased. a reminder should spock ever forget. and now the words on his study PADD keep warping, something familiar and simple becoming incomprehensible and foreign. no, not now. not now when he needs to focus the most. he looks at himself in the mirror across his room, and for an instant swears his ears look different too - snubbed and alien. he brings a hand up to touch them, nearly sneers at his reflection but even that would be an admission of guilt. he looks back to the tablets, his migraine, his exhaustion. but he can feel his reflection like another person across the room -- and it occcurs to him that maybe his mind is not playing tricks on him. it is not L'tak Terai. it is him, incomprehensible and foreign, shape-shifting and unreadable. all of it simply an extension of being Spock.

-Jim sits in the observation deck, head filled with memories of his crew on the Farragut before the incident - trying to forget things he remembers. Spock is there too, on the other side of the dark and soundproof room, a straight-backed figment. he is thinking of red angels and a fading voice - trying to remember things he forgets. it's nearly an hour until Jim realizes someone else is there, across the long expanse in the quiet. Spock looks over, as if the same thought occured to him when he picks up on the sounds of Jim's movement. their eyes meet in the silence, and jim, of course jim, nods his head in the slightest questioning manner. an invitation. Spock stares for a moment - the world on pause in the space between them - before he stands, a long shadow under a sea of stars. settling down beside the Commander he exhales, the stiff-backed posture sinking finally. as if he can't keep it up anymore. jim's lips are pressed tight together, a recognition of the feeling, and he falls back against the bench as well. their shoulders barely touch.

the stars are scattered above and around them like gleaming jewels and the room is pitch black. their chins are tipped up and both gaze, motionless, amazed. atoms in nebulae swirling together to create new worlds.

staring out, both are silent and reverant like children at an altar.

jim breathes out, spock breathes in, jim breathes out, spock breathes in.

perhaps another work of atomic magic.

another lucky strike or miracle.

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Cadet T'ana (just my fanon)