VULCAN, A Middle School in 2276

It was LastDay at School.

The student-leader, T'Nel, presented her fellow students to Inspector Storek.

"All, Inspector, have performed satisfactorily but this one. She is half-Rihannsu, and has no house."

Storek nodded, taking this in.

"How has she failed? Her grades?"

T'Nel shook her head.

"They are passable."

"Her comportment?"

"No, she keeps herself well enough, considering her poor heritage."

Saavik stood like a statue throughout the humiliation, not wishing to give any of her foes the satisfaction of watching her break. As Storek's gaze bore down on her, she never faltered.

"Then how, Leader T'Nel, has she failed? Is it her emotions?"

"Oh, Inspector, she is two-faced. She will never allow her rampant emotions to show here, to such as you. But in private, her behavior is most Un-Vulcan."

Storek took further notes.

"Yes, a differing face, presented to differing people, can be of great concern, T'Nel of House Olsan. Your Mother, T'Harit, serves on the Culture Council, does she not?"

T'Nel's pride was barely-hidden.

"She does indeed, Inspector Storek. Often she instructs me on dealing with trash like this--Saavik. Do you know that she is adopted--by a human?"

Storek started at this.

"No. Surely Not."

T'Nel nodded, fighting back a triumphant grin. Making Saavik squirm was a favorite hobby of hers, even without Aunt T'Pring's urgings.

"Just So."

Storek turned on Saavik, regarding her.

"Since you are adopted of a human, I will ask you a question from Terran mythology."

Saavik nodded, noting something odd about Storek's voice.

"I am ready, Inspector."

"Very well. When Terran Kings of legend wished to travel among their subjects, in what manner did they choose to accomplish this?"

Saavik's heart almost jumped, for the answer held a hidden message.

"They would travel in disguise, so they could see the manner in which those set directly over their subjects treated them. Often, when they found a local baron cruel or petty, the kings would exact vengeance."

Storek nodded.

"The answer--is acceptable."

The Inspector then uncovered a temp-sealed chocolate cream pie, covered in chocolate shavings. The Vulcan girls around him fought back gasps. T'Nel did not fight it back at all.

"Inspector--is that lavish confection for all of us?"

Storek held the pie in one hand.

"No, Leader T'Nel--it is solely for you."

He barked an order at Saavik.

"You--give this pie to your great student leader."

Saavik now held the pie.

"Am I to refrigerate the pie--or let her have it?"

Storek stood behind the beaming T'Nel, and lightly touched her shoulders.

"Leader T'Nel--should she refrigerate the pie--or let you have it now?"

"By all means, Inspector, I must have that impressive pie now. Saavik, Let Me Have It."

Saavik then walked up, and pushed the pie into T'Nel's face. The assembled students gasped, and some fought back laughter as they never had before. Saavik shrugged.

"So I let her have it."

'Inspector Storek' pulled out his communicator.

"Kirk to Enterprise--two to beam up. While we still have leave time, set a course for Buena Vista Six."

Saavik nodded.

"We are going to Disney's World."

Jim looked at the little bigot who had given his adopted daughter so much grief.

"To fall for the oldest gag in the book -- is not logical."

Saavik dismissed the assemblage, as the beam took them aboard Enterprise.

"That's All, Class."