A/N I had my friend read this, even though she doesn't like this pairing. I do and that's all that matters! This is the first time I've publish anything serious up here and I hope I can keep this going if you guys like it. :D

Disclaimer: I own nothing. If I did, Jim, Bones and Spock would have daily twosomes and threesomes...with plot of course.

Warnings: For this chapter...cuteness? :D Oh and probably some spelling and grammar errors. I have no beta and...that's my only excuse.

1.

When faced with a crying adolescence, Spock will honestly tell anybody he didn't know what the hell to do. So he opted for the simple approach when face with this kind of problem.

"Why are you crying?" Spock asked the little girl. She sniffled for a bit and stared at him with wide watery eyes. They were in the middle of a busy sidewalk in San Fran during the lunch rush. Luckily, Spock's Vulcan hearing was able to catch the tiny watery reply.

"I lost my Daddy. I can't find him." Before she began crying again Spock asked for her name, "I'm not suppose to talk to strangers. Daddy sad so," she answered in a southern twang.

"In order to find your father the authorities must know your name. It would be beneficial if you would tell me." The little girl stared at him. Her eyes puffy from crying, nose red from rubbing and sniffing. She finally answered, "My name is Joanna McCoy."

McCoy sounded vaguely familiar. Jim might've mentioned a McCoy in one of his many illogical ramblings that Spock tended to ignore.

"I am Spock. Where was the last known location or your father?" Joanna just stared at him. She might've been no older than eight, so Spock simplified his statement, "Where did you see him last?"

Joanna's eyes watered, "I don't remember." If Spock wasn't a Vulcan he would have sighed, but since he is, he settled for bolstering up his shields and holding out his hand for her to take.

Joanna stared at the hand before she hesitantly clasped it. "We will find the closest authority figure in order to locate your father."

They silently walked down the sidewalk searching for a police officer. The silence was broken by a quiet question, "Why are your ears pointy? Are you an alien?"

"That is correct. I am Vulcan." Joanna repeated the word, testing it on her tongue. "My Daddy is studying alien fizzy-fizzo…um-"

"Alien physiology?"

"Yes! That's the word. He's a doctor and he wants to study aliens."

"Fascinating." Spock murmured trying to locate a nearby cop. They walked around for while, keeping in the general area just in case Joanna spotted her father. Spock would nod his head in the appropriate places as Joanna told him about her father, walking slowly so she could keep up. Apparently talking and walking at the same time was a little difficult.

Soon, Spock spotted a police officer with a man frantically gesturing, a distress look on his face. With Spock's Vulcan hearing, he could just make out what the man was saying, "She's only six and I'm sure she's really scared right now. I just need some help. I've been asking around, but-"

"Daddy!" Spock reacted to slow to keep her from breaking his grasp, but he quickly grabbed the excited girl before she ran into on coming traffic. Once the road cleared up, Spock saw the man and the officer rushing toward them with an almost panic look in his eyes.

Spock sat the girl to her feet just as the man scooped her into his arms," Joanna! Oh god, Joanna you had me so scared." The man clutched his daughter close to him, his eyes squeezed shut in relief, "Honey don't ever walk away from me again. Are you alright? Were your hurt?"

"Nu-uh. Mr. Spock helped me. He held my hand until we could find you." Suddenly Spock had the attention of all three humans on him. The officer smiled, "Well, since that's taken care of, have a good day."

But Spock barely heard him, he was captivated by aesthetically pleasing eyes. A blend of green, grey, and brown. 'Hazel? Fascinating.' he thought. Spock studied the human closely. Light jacket thrown over green rumpled scrubs, brown stubbly beard growing in, brown shaggy hair closely resembling 'bed-hair' and a thoughtful scowl on his- handsome?- face.

"I am Spock. I found your daughter 2.5 blocks from here." The man's eyes grew a fraction wider. He turned to his daughter, "You wondered around that far?" Joanna just tucked her head under her father's chin and wrapped her arms around his neck. The man sighed and turned to Spock. "Thank you so much for finding her. The name's Leonard McCoy," he finished as he stuck out a free hand.

Spock just stared at it, "Thanks are illogical. It was my civic duty to return a lost child to her parent." Spock looked back up to McCoy's face. The man raised an eyebrow that almost rivaled his own…almost.

"You Vulcan?" McCoy drawled pulling his hand back. Something about that southern drawl made something warm stir in Spock.

Spock lifted an eloquent eyebrow, "I am." They quietly stared at each other as the sidewalk began to clear of the lunch rush.

The staring contest was ending with Joanna's little whine, "Daddy, I'm huuuuungrrrry." Leonard adjusted Joanna on his hip a little more. "Alright. Where do you wanna eat?"

Joanna shrug. "I don't know what's here. Mr. Spock, what do you wanna eat?"

Spock blinked. "I do not require nour-"

"Just humor the kid. You're her hero right now and trust me you'd be a big help right now. There's no tellin' how long it'll take for her to decide. Besides, I want to find a way to repay you."

"That will not be-" Spock was silenced by the scowl on Leonard's face and Joanna's pout. He couldn't comment on which one had the desired effect. "Very well. There is a café not to far from our current location."

"Daddy, why is Mr. Spock eating grass?"

"I don't know honey, why don't you ask him."

Spock's eyebrow was attempting to reach his hairline. They were in a café that served excellent beverages (including his favorite Vulcan spice tea), wraps, flatbreads and salads. While the McCoys choose wraps, Spock went with a salad. Something light since he already ate.

"This is not…grass, but it is made of assorted plants." Joanna's nose scrunched up. "Why would you eat a plant."

"Vulcans are vegetarians, meaning we do not practice eating meat." Spock explained. Joanna's mouth formed an 'O' shape. "So that means you only eat plants aaaaand fish?"

"We do not eat fish."

"Why? Fish ain't meat!" Leonard was trying, unsuccessfully, to hold in his chuckles. Spock found the sound…acceptable. What Spock didn't find acceptable was paying for his salad and tea. He tried to voice his opposition but got called a 'green-blooded hobgoblin' for his troubles.

Their lunch was filled with commentaries from Joanna from the décor in the café to Spock's job as a member of Starfleet.

"I have a friend who has a friend, or was it brother, that works at Starfleet," Leonard commented.

"Indeed. Is your 'friend' a member?"

McCoy snorted. "My God, help them if he is. Jim's a treat but he can be a bit much." Joanna giggled, "I like Uncle Jim."

Spock cocked his head to the side, "Jim? As in Jim Kirk?"

It was Leonard's turn to cock his head, "You know 'em?"

"Yes, I believe I am the 'friend' that Jim is referring to. I have tried many times to persuade Jim to join Starfleet."

Leonard snorted again. "Okay, first of all, I thought Vulcans don't have "friends". Second of all, a Vulcan is a friend of Jim. I think I have truly seen everything."

"I do not fault you for having a hard time believing that, but seeing as I am only…half Vulcan I found no harm in obtaining a friend."

Leonard eyes widen as he straighten in his chair. "You're a half Vulcan," he said in awe, "Now I've really seen everything," he murmured. McCoy just stared at him for a while. "Which one of your parents is Vulcan?"

"My father is Vulcan and my mother is human," Spock answered watching as McCoy's hand reached out, as if to touch him. Spock tensed, but relaxed when the hand went back to the table.

"Man I would love to dissect you." Spock's eyebrow flew up to his hairline much to Joanna's amusement.

"Daddy you can't do that! You're scaring Mr. Spock," she giggled. Leonard turn to her, chuckling. He ruffled her hair and then checked his watch.

"Well it looks like it's time to go kiddo," he said as he cleared away their trash. He came back to the table and lifted Joanna from her chair, situating her on his hip. He's hazel eyes searched out Spock chestnut ones.

"I want to thank you again for finding my daughter. You have no idea how grateful I am that it was someone like you that found her."

Spock looked down at the table and then back up at McCoy's eyes, "You are welcome Dr.-"

"Leonard. Call me Leonard."

"You are welcome…Leonard." Leonard smiled and all those scowl lines disappeared. Spock found the smile…pleasing. With that Leonard began exiting the café but not before a tiny goodbye.

"See ya later, Mr. Spock!" Joanna called as she waved while the were disappearing around the corner, but Spock could just catch her saying, "I like him Daddy, he was handsome."

For a while Spock wondered how Leonard replied.

A/N...So...more? Constructive critism is welcome. You can flame me too, I'll probably laugh at them...or go in a corner and DIE! D: