The Universe's Mixer

Fred was still a little thrown by the taco stand and the man, but she’d managed to make her way home without too much trouble. It was strange. Life was strange, only it wasn’t. Her life had been so very odd since she first got to LA that really odd had become normal. It was when her life became “normal” that she felt out of sorts. She supposed it was a good thing that she was in the City; normal just didn’t happen in a place like this, right?

“Guess I should call Harry. See if Dinah’s okay. She probably is. You know, you should stop talking to yourself? I know, but it’s better than writing on walls....” She paused as she put the key in the door to the office, through which she’d get to her apartment. “Is it? Probably. Yeah. Though it makes you look crazy. Really need to work on that.”

Fred opened the door finally, but she didn’t go in. She’d spotted something. That hadn’t been there before. She was pretty certain the shop front had not been another private eye? She relocked the door and decided to make her way over and find out. It was just right next door, and it wouldn’t hurt to say ‘hello’. She just stared at it when she finally saw who the shop/office belonged to.

“Harry Dresden.” So, he had a last name. He’d probably had one before, but she couldn’t recall it. ( She knocked, rang the bell, whatever, and waited. )

Watching Hannibal Lecter, the boy who would be monster, work was very interesting. The sorceress helped here and there with the cutting, but for the most part, she watched and aided in the more mystical ways. It wasn't that she was abject to getting in the thick of it, getting her hands dirty, but she liked to watch people work when they enjoyed it. The boy had a natural talent, and he wanted to learn. He was naturally curious, inquisitive, which called to something deep within Baba. He wasn't finished growing, and he thankfully recognized this. He didn't feel the same as Dexter, but he would prove to be entertaining and enlightening all the same. He'd satisfy that need within perhaps.

The City was now free of two of its undesirable children. There were many more, and Baba was considering giving the young man more to play with. She could probably find them with little work, but for now, she'd let him think on what they had done together.

Her cabin was behaving itself, and she wasn't of the mind to use it for housing that night. But, she had yet to procure a new place to sleep. There were prospects in those few who were still walking in the Park as the night came rolling in. So, she supposed she could take one of them, yet she wanted something of interest. At the moment, the Park wasn't offering much.

In the Time of Awakening, the philosopher, Surak, came out of the desert and brought change to all of Vulcan. He proposed a life of logic as a means for ending the brutal warring between the clans. He offered a means for uniting the people of the planet as one. He was a force of reason against hatred and violence and brutality. But peace could not exist without a final battle. There was a group who opposed the teachings of Surak. Surak referred to these lost souls as those who marched beneath the raptor's wings. The last war on Vulcan was fought between the followers of Surak and the opposition. In the end, the opposition fled the planet, colonizing another, light years away, and continuing the emotion-driven life that the rest of Vulcan vowed to keep in their past.

Spock, being half-human, understood what it must have been like for those dissidents. The struggle for control of one's own emotions was difficult enough, but when in the company of others who were driven by feelings, it was nearly impossible. The more time he spent on the Enterprise, the more he could feel himself losing his logic. What worried him was that it was almost a relief. He felt as though he had been burdened by the hardships of his ancestors. And he had two competing set of ancestors to be burdened with.

The path of his father's people was one of peace and control. The path of his mother's people was one of curiosity and the thirst for knowledge. His training on his home planet taught him to submerge his desires to follow his human path, that, in the end, it would only cause him pain and suffering. But where was he now? An adult. A man of two worlds. And having chosen the Vulcan side, he was still experiencing pain and suffering.
( He needed balance. )