Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto)

Spock was engrossed in correspondence from his father when a tiny hand touched the sleeve of his upper arm.

“Fix it.”

He turned his gaze to see his daughter with Jim staring at him with wide eyes and a tear-stained face. She had in her hand the stuffed reindeer Jim had secured for her for her birthday. At first he could not see any issue with it, but then noticed an ear clutched separately between her fingers.

“What happened?” Spock asked, as he scooped her up into his lap. She instantly looped her free arm around his neck to snuggle closer.

“He got his ear caught in the gate of his reindeer pen,” Amanda told him.

“Did he? And how did that happen?”

“Trying to escape.”

Spock frowned. “Why would he want to escape? Is he not happy here with you?”

“Sure he is,” she told him, her bottom lip trembling. “But Martin misses the other reindeers.”

“I had not thought about that. No doubt he wishes for a companion of some sort. Other than a humanoid one of course.”

Amanda smiled a little. “Exactly, Father. Fix it.”

Spock took the reindeer and his ear and examined it. “Give me one moment while I see what I have for this.”

He carefully untangled his daughter from his neck and set her on his chair by herself, taking the reindeer with him.

“Wait there. I will be back.”

Spock went into the bathroom and examined the contents of the medicine cabinet. He also took a moment to message Jim.

When he returned to the living room, Amanda waited expectantly with her hands folded neatly in her lap.

“Can you fix Martin, Father?”

Spock held up a box of bandages, a thermal generator, and super glue.

Amanda shook her head. “No. You gotta sew his ear back on!”

“Not just glue it?”

She huffed.

“I admit that sewing is not a skill I ever learned.”

“Daddy can sew.”

Spock withheld a sigh and just stopped himself from sarcastically and illogically saying ‘Daddy is perfect’.  Vulcans were by nature not given to fits of childishness.

“Then we will wait for Daddy to come home to repair Martin.”

She made a face but Spock distracted her with a promise of reading a story while they waited for Daddy.

An hour later, Jim appeared, looking gorgeous and sunny, and stealing both of their hearts all over again.

Amanda ran to him, flinging herself straight into his arms. He laughed and spun her around. Spock went and kissed him much more sedately, though with just as much enthusiasm.

“Martin’s ear got torn off, Daddy.”

“Mm. So I heard. We’ll sew that right up.”

Amanda shot Spock a smug look. He arched his brow back at her.

Behind his back, Jim shoved a bag at Spock.

Spock stepped back as Jim brought their daughter further into the living room. He opened the bag and pulled out another stuffed reindeer.

He followed them to the living room.

“Guess what,” Spock said.

“What?”

“Just a moment ago Santa dropped another reindeer down so that Martin could have a companion,” Spock told her, feeling fairly silly, but happy to do so when she smiled excitedly and clapped her hand as he presented it to her.

“Yay!”

“What’s this one’s name?” Jim asked.

Amanda pursed her lips. “Cornelius.”

Spock nodded. “A very wise name.”

Jim smiled. “Okay, let’s sew up Martin’s ear and he can show Cornelius the reindeer pen.”

Barely withholding a smile of his own, Spock returned to his seat as Amanda and Jim went to the sewing machine.

He typed out to his father.

Life is very good.