Star Trek: The Little Vulcan.

The Art Of Music.

"Father," T'sha spoke after a few moments had passed.  "I am.. Uncertain of a few things," she said quietly.  Spock arched an eyebrow. "What is bothering you?" he asked quietly.  Taking a deep breath, she glanced at the deck plating. "Something just.. " She looked up and into the eyes of her father. "I cannot put my fingers on it but something about Lokai feels not right. Why would he like me? Am I wrong? Is there something wrong with me?"

"You  doubt yourself?" Spock said quietly.  T'sha nodded.  She played with her hands. As much as she liked the attention that she was getting, something in the back of her head didn't feel right. Spock sighed and looked at his daughter thoughtfully. "You are one of the most intelligent, intuitive, and caring people that I know. There is nothing wrong with you. You are perfect. You and your sister. You are unique. You are T'sha. The only one that there is."

Speaking kindly and with as much love as he was capable, Spock stood up. "Follow me," he said quietly. " I have something  to show you." 

Getting to her feet, the young girl followed her father into the other room.  Spock walked over to a set of instruments. Handing one of them to his daughter, he picked up his instrument and nodded for her to join him in playing.  It was one of the ways that he had bonded with his children, through music. He had often played for them when they were infants. Often Rachel and T'sha would fall asleep to his playing and occasional singing. Listening to his daughter play, he found his thoughts drifting back to those days. 

A rare smile graced his face, small, but there. Watching with the eyes of a proud parent as T'sha lost herself in the music. A smile on her face.  When they were done, T'sha let out a laugh and got up to hug her father.  A gesture that was returned by her father.  Spock had learned over the years that the hugs from his daughters were a way of them showing their affection for their father.  Something that became even more important after the death of their mother. He found that they needed the comfort . As did he. Although he would never admit it to himself at first. 

But given everything that had happened recently, he decided that it was best to accept the fact that he could be just as emotional as the next person. Especially after he had punched a hole in the wall after the memorial service of a fallen crew member. The hugs of his daughters helped to calm him.  And his daughters reminded him that it was ok to cry.  To release his emotions.  And now, he was doing the same for them. Trying to provide them with as much guidance as he could.