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“What about that one, Father?”

Spock looked up from his study of their lunch bill when his son, Sanok, spoke.

Fortunately, Sanok wasn’t pointing at anyone inappropriately, but because he was not, he was not sure who or what his son was pointing at.

They were seated in the outdoor patio area of a café not far from Starfleet Academy where Spock taught after graduating with top honors. He was waiting for a ship assignment eventually, but for the moment he was satisfied with teaching as it allowed him time to spend with his son.

Sanok would not be allowed on the starship and would then be transferred to the care of Spock’s parents until his assignment had been concluded. Sanok’s mother had died in a lab explosion when the boy was only two. He was now six.

“That one?”

“At five o’clock on the right.”

Spock looked and nearly groaned out loud in a very unVulcan like way.

“Not this again.”

“You have expressed that your preference in a future mate should be male. Given that Grandfather chose a Human mate in Grandmother, it stands to reason that you may also have this peculiarity. It might explain the failure of your marriage to my late mother.”

Spock couldn’t exactly deny that the Human male Sanok had pointed out was indeed an extremely attractive man. One Spock was familiar with.

He could not tell Sanok how or why.

“He appears to be a cadet based on his uniform, so you would have a career interest in common.”

Since Sanok wouldn’t be able to be with Spock, he had decided it was his job to find his father a mate and companion.

“Yes, I know him.”

“You do?” Sanok asked, his tone becoming eager. “Then it will be unnecessary to arrange an accidental first meeting.”

“Completely unnecessary,” Spock agreed. “Now we should be on our way.”

“What is his name?” Sanok asked as he dutifully rose from his seat at the table.  

“James Kirk.”