A SMALL PARK JUST OUTSIDE SAN FRANCISCO, 2284Peter Kirk was a satisfied man. He and Sarek were busy finalizing the plans that would lead to the decapitation of The Ghidoran Order on Earth. The monsters would never see it coming.
Also, he and his wife, Saavik, had just had an intense, albeit impromptu, lovemaking session this very morning. Life was good with this troubled but loving and playful Vulcan.
"Ohhh, Peter Kirrrk!!!"
Outside of public view, Saavik dropped what was more and more becoming a Vulcan facade. Peter didn't always care for it, but he knew this process had begun long before he met her. It had its roots in her almost complete rejection by Vulcan. Her rejection by Spock, specifically. Even through the bond, Peter kept his suspicions quiet about the true relationship between his father's best friend--and the woman who was certainly his own. For now, he merely enjoyed the freedom she felt around him.
"Yes, darling?"
She held up a small football, and placed it on the ground, her finger supporting it on one end.
"How far do you believe that you can kick this football?"
He loved a challenge, almost as much as her, and was determined to use only his natural strength, with none of his psycho - kinetic abilities.
"I'm gonna kick that football so hard, it'll land in Sarek's study, back on Vulcan."
She grinned.
"I think that you shall not kick this football at all."
She protected her thoughts with a shield of pure, cocky arrogance. The two may have been husband and wife, but their relationship had another basis, as well. So it came that Peter was determined to wipe the cocky grin off his adopted sister's face for all time. Saavik maintained both her shields and that grin.
"I am gonna kick that football so hard, it'll knock one of Ghidorah's heads off!"
Starting from almost halfway across the park, Peter ran like a crazy man. His superior mind calculated the exact amount of force, allowed for Saavik's strength, and wind and even gravity in that general region. He replayed the kick to come in his mind dozens of times.
At last, the moment came, and Peter Kirk did not slip on wet grass, nor did he miss the spot where the football was. His kick was beyond flawless. In theory, the football would go a considerable distance before landing.
But at the last minute, Saavik pulled the football away, and Peter went flying, landing hard on his back.
As he lay there, dazed and in some pain, Saavik kissed him lightly on the lips, and placed the football underneath his head.
"Husband---when I am taking a shower, and am late for a class, that is generally not the time to initiate intimacy. In the future, please be more sensitive to such concerns. In exchange, I promise never to pull the football away again."
For the next hour, Peter simply lay there, silent. Then, he finally spoke two words.
"Good Grief!"
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Dedicated to the memory of Peanuts' cartoonist Charles Schultz, who created a universe as rich and engaging in its own way as the one crafted by Gene Roddenberry. My 1970's would have been a lot sadder without either Snoopy or Spock. -- Rob
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"And Upon That Rock Shall Ghidorah's Mighty Teeth Break. When This Is So, He May Be Slain." – Ancient Destroyer Saga
"From Out Of The Town; A Hero Rose; A Funny Looking Dog With A Big Black Nose; Now Snoopy Fired Once; And He Fired Twice; And The Bloody Red Baron; Went Spinning Out Of Sight" - The Royal Guardsmen, 1968, Snoopy Vs. The Red Baron