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Title: Landing Excitement (Or is it?)
Author: t_l_p_d
Genre: …all of them?
Rating: Eventually M/NC-17 but for now … Pg or Pg-13 -ish
Summary: Response to Whiteraven1606’s really awesome prompt! (see part one)
Status: WIP
Warnings: Cursing/profanity, mpreg, slash, threesome, alive!George, notnice!Winona, OC’s (mostly there as filler characters, none are REALLY important), an insane amount of contractions that will probably decrease once the Vulcans are on the scene (a little Vulcan humor there :D), others to be determined

Author’s Note 1: I have no idea if Vulcans actually ‘teeth’.

A.N. 2: Or if they have an equivalent of ‘Customs Departments”.

A.N. 3: Or what space docks would be called.

A.N. 4: I may or may not post next Thursday. Plans have not been finalized so I may have to post on Friday.

Baby (a.k.a. Jimmy) on back in awesome carrier - Check.
George’s bag, Sam’s bag, and Jimmy’s bag - Check.
Diaper and miscellaneous baby stuff bag - Check.
Shoes - Check.
Oldest son…oldest son? OLDEST SON?!? - Not Check.

“Sam, where are you? We’re about ready to get off the ship and head to Sybok’s.” George peaked his head in each of the rooms until he came to the communal living room. Sam and Sybok were sitting Indian-style on the floor in front of Sarek who sat on the couch and appeared to be telling the children a scary story.

George tilted his head and then turned to armchair at a not-so-stifled laugh. Amanda was sitting with Spock on her lap where she had been watching her husband and the children.

George knelt next to Amanda and offered ever-watchful Spock his finger. Spock watched for a moment longer and then grasped George’s finger which he then promptly tugged to his mouth to suck on. The two parents shared a grin - Spock was teething.

Sarek stood, having apparently finished his ‘scary story’, “Come, let us disembark. We have arrived.” He turned, picked up his group’s bags, and led the way.

After a quick detour to get his group’s bags, George followed the mini-procession.


The Customs check made George uneasy. There were one too many dirty looks thrown the way of the humans in his group (yes, Vulcan can give dirty looks - you don’t spend several weeks sharing a set of rooms with an adult male Vulcan and a young male child Vulcan without learning the ‘dirty look’ of Vulcans).

George would have been quite willing to let anything directed his way pass but he heard two comments clearly that were derogatory in nature toward Spock and Amanda. If he only heard two comment, he did not want to know what Sarek’s super hearing had heard.


“Daddy, why were the men at the airport saying bad things about Miss Amanda?” Sam’s upturned face showed only confusion while Sarek’s face darkened slightly. Neither Sybok or Amanda’s faces, interestingly enough, showed no change. Uninterestingly, neither did Jimmy’s or Spock’s.

Sifting around as much as he could in a small car with many people in it, George spoke, “Sam kiddo, sometimes people don’t know or understand that everyone is equal and important. Sometimes they think they are better than everyone else even though no one person is actually any better than any other.”

“Oh,” Sam pondered this for a second, “Okay.” Sam turned to Sybok, “So, what do you want to do first when we get to your house?”

Sarek’s expression gave away mild relief while Amanda’s shone with pride.


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