The Battle for Spock part 3 by Uhura the 9th
Summary:

Commander Spock and Lt. Uhura are married, and the Enterprise is on a slow run to Vulcan. What could go wrong?

 

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Categories: Primetime Television Characters: Nyota Uhura (Television)
Classification: General
Genre: Drama
Story Status: Active
Pairings: Uhura/Spock
Warnings: Original Characters
Challenges: None
Series: None
Chapters: 34 Completed: No Word count: 138502 Read: 18659 Published: June 04 2020 Updated: August 13 2022
Story Notes:

Beta Reader: Jsilver2000

 

1. Chapter 1-Saana's Hope by Uhura the 9th

2. Chapter 2-Amanda's Hope by Uhura the 9th

3. Chapter 3-The Honor of T'Pau by Uhura the 9th

4. Chapter 4-The Battle for Spock—T'Pau's Way by Uhura the 9th

5. Chapter 5-Meeting the First Time by Uhura the 9th

6. Chapter 6-The Meeting of Great Minds by Uhura the 9th

7. Chapter 7-Back in the Saddle by Uhura the 9th

8. Chapter 8- The Good Ship Enterprise by Uhura the 9th

9. Chapter 9-Confronting the Truth by Uhura the 9th

10. Chapter 10-It's a start by Uhura the 9th

11. Chapter 11-The Message by Uhura the 9th

12. Chapter 12-The Time the Circus Came to Town by Uhura the 9th

13. Chapter 13-It's All Political by Uhura the 9th

14. Chapter 14-Life Gets Interesting by Uhura the 9th

15. Chapter 15-Life gets Interesting-part 2 by Uhura the 9th

16. Chapter 16-Can We Talk? by Uhura the 9th

17. Chapter 17- On the Enterprise—Off Course by Uhura the 9th

18. Chapter 18-Welcome to Vulcan Professor Uhura by Uhura the 9th

19. Chapter 19- Week 3: On the Enterprise—Off Course (continued) by Uhura the 9th

20. Chapter 20-Conflict of Interest by Uhura the 9th

21. Chapter 21-End of Week 3: Realization by Uhura the 9th

22. Chapter 22-It Was Sudden by Uhura the 9th

23. Chapter 23-All the Way to Vulcan by Uhura the 9th

24. Chapter 24-From All of Vulcan, Welcome! by Uhura the 9th

25. Chapter 25-The Telepathy Syndrome by Uhura the 9th

26. Chapter 26-A Family United by Uhura the 9th

27. Chapter 27-The Resting Place by Uhura the 9th

28. Chapter 28- Life after Death by Uhura the 9th

29. Chapter 29- Diplomacy by Uhura the 9th

30. Chapter 30-The Battle over T’Pring by Uhura the 9th

31. Chapter 31-Family Time of Bonding by Uhura the 9th

32. Chapter 32-Family Time of Bonding part 2 by Uhura the 9th

33. Chapter 33-Onto Altair VI by Uhura the 9th

34. Chapter 34-Onto Altair VI -part 2 by Uhura the 9th

Chapter 1-Saana's Hope by Uhura the 9th
Author's Notes:

Summary: Spock and Nyota were on their way to Vulcan to meet his clan and verify their bond. Little unsettling things were happening to Nyota because of their Vulcan mating bond; she has found that she is sensitive to touch and sound. The crew are both shocked and glad upon learning that Commander Spock and Lt. Uhura are married. Spock has found that another club has been established because they see him as some sort of Prince Charming in a romance story. Spock wasn't used to being the center of attention, especially from women. They would bat their eyes and make comments like, "How romantic" or "He's so attentive-like a prince" or "He's a Prince Charming". Spock found it very uncomfortable to know that his movements were being observed by the female crew. While Uhura was taking it all in, the female crew would question her about being married to a prince. Or ask what title she would have: princess, Lady Uhura, or her majesty? Uhura would just laugh and explain that Vulcan titles should not be compared to the Terran titles, that they represented only positions in the family unit.

 

I want to to delve into the Uhura and S'chn T'gai families and give background on their thoughts about Spock and Nyota's marriage. Lets start there, with Saana from "The Battle for Spock," part II: chapter 25, where Nyota tells her mother that she is married to a Vulcan, the elusive Commander Spock.

Saana's Hope

Tears rolled down her weary cheeks: There is nothing like knowing your child is happy. Saana sat proud; she had just finished her conversation with Nyota and Charlene. She took a deep sigh. Her only daughter-her only child-was married, married to a Vulcan, of all things!

I don't know much about Vulcan culture. I haven't even seen many Vulcans, as a matter of fact, she thought to herself.

Saana continued to ponder. She had only seen Vulcans on vids or the documentaries from the libaries. She was aware that they are quiet, polite people, but she thought they had intimadating looks, with their arched eyebrows and pointed years. People have said they don't laugh or smile or express emotions of any kind. But somehow her Nyota married one, so there must be some form of understanding. Saana knew that nothing is easy in life and relationship are difficult to maintain, especially in a marriage. Saana hoped that her daughter would grow to understand that marriage is built on trust, understanding, and, most of all, patience. Saana and Kayode were childhood sweethearts; their love grew from their friendship. Kayode was a handsome man from her hometown in South Africa, and they went through many trials and adventures as a married couple. Nyota, their 'Star', was an added blessing. Saana was now older and alone, but she looked much younger than she was. Her hair was streaked with silver and framed her glowing face. Nyota had inherited her curvy figure and smooth complexion, which, even at her age, caught the eyes of men, who tried to court her. But Saana turned them all down; no man could ever replace Kayode Uhura.

Saana reflected on Nyota, tracing in her mind her only child's path from birth to childhood and finally to adulthood. Nothing came easy for her Star: from her struggles with being an only child to being bullied for most of her preteen and teenage years, to the deaths of her father and uncle at almost the same time, it was a difficult path and it took a toll on their mother-daughter relationship.

"Baba, I don't understand. Why are they teasing me? What did I do wrong?"

"Little Star, because you shine so bright, they want to take the shine from you. You must be strong, Little Star. You are smart. You are important." Saana saw Kayode in her mind, holding Nyota as she cried into his shoulder. Those were hurtful times for Nyota. She excelled in her studies, performing beyond her years, and the other children had punished her for it.

Nyota was multi-talented; her intelligence and her mathematical apitude were the object of jealousy among her peers, but her singing would bring her peace when the bullying became too much. She would dance for her father to express her anger or happiness. Then she learned to play an assortment of musical instruments to keep her light shining. Saana considered that Nyota had had to fight for her place in this universe; her baby was strong.

Saana was happy too for her adopted daughter, Charlene, who seemed to have found someone to share her life with. Saana was happy that those two were stationed on the same ship and even happier that they were best friends. Nyota didn't have many friends growing up, but Charlene was there for Nyota through thick and thin. Saana thought back to when Nyota brought Charlene home to visit-before they both were deployed-Saana had made a special dinner to celebrate their graduation from Starfleet Academy and to have one last chance to hold her baby in her arms before she left on the Enterprise. Saana didn't know how long she would be gone, but the memory of their time together made Nyota's absence easier to bear.

Tears streamed down Sanna's face as she remembered how she almost lost her Star. It was after the death of her husband, when Nyota was 12 years old. He worked in Starfleet as a master sergeant. It was a routine inspection of the space dock at Deep Space Station that rotated around the moon that went wrong; over 30 men and women were killed that day. Her husband, Kayode, was one of them. They told her it was an accident. She remembered holding Nyota's hand at the memorial ceremony. Master Sergeant Kayode Uhura-the love of her life-was gone forever.

The tragedy only deepened three months later when her brother, Zurberi Buhari, also in Starfleet, died on Neptune when he was exposed to the atomsphere during a routine excursion. It was too much to bear; she blamed Starfleet for taking her family and vowed that hell would freeze over before they would get another member of her family.

On Nyota's fifteenth birthday, another storm was brewing. Saana remembered it like it was yesterday. Nyota stood in front of her, nervous and afraid, wringing her hands.

"Momma, I want to join Starfleet Academy."

The words sent terror and anger vibrating throughout Saana's body. She balled her hands into tight fists. "NO!"

"Why Momma? Commander Carson says that I'm good at-"

"NO! You're too young, and I am dead set against it! Now go to your room!"

Nyota ran to her room and curled up on her bed, wracked with sobs. From that day on, the tension between the two of them grew. Nyota was polite and respectful for the next three years; she maintained her grades and all her activities. The subject was never brought up again. I thought I had dodged the bullet, but I was wrong, very wrong. 

Just like it happened yesterday, I still she her face, the way we fought, but the things I said. The things that hurt. An orientation officer notified Saana on that dreadful day, that Nyota had been accepted into the Starfleet Academy Communications Program. She read the message on her Padd in disbelief and shock. Then the reality hit her: Nyota is of legal age; I can no longer stop her from going. But she decided to try anyway-with all her might and every manipulative tool at her her disposal.

"I forbid you to go into Starfleet!" Saana snapped.

"But I've been accepted, and I want to go. I want to travel the stars, to see the universe!"

"If you go, you will no longer be my daughter! You will be dead to me!"

"Don't say that, Momma! That's not fair! Please don't make me choose!" Nyota was crying; her heart was breaking.

"Then don't leave!"

Nyota took a deep breath, she had planned this day for years, she wanted her mother to be proud. She couldn't fight it any more, she needed to follow her heart, the stars. Nyota looked at her mother with her tear stained face.

"Momma, please!"

Nyota gathered up her duffle bag with a tear-stained face and looked at her mother for the last time before she left for Starfleet.

"I have to do this. If I don't, I'll always regret it. There's something out there calling me. I HAVE to go!" The stars and the universe were calling Nyota, she couldn't back. NOT NOW.

After Nyota left, and didn't look back, Saana fell to her knees and wailed.

At first, both the pain and the anger were tremendous. Starfleet had taken another family member from her life. She thought she would never get over it. But Nyota never gave up on her. She regularly messaged Saana to let her know how things were going at the Academy. She never stopped reaching out. And over time, Saana's deep love for her daughter and her need to be a part of her life won out over her fear and anger. It would be three long years before Saana would speak or acknowledge her daughter, pride does mean things to people, even to the ones you love. Saana was hurt, she thought Nyota did it out of spite, a way to get back when she told her ‘no' when she was fifteen. Saana would be laying her bed wondering if her daughter was alive or dead, or safe. She would cry herself to sleep because of the hurt between them.

Saana still worried about her daughter sometimes, but now Nyota had told her that she'd married Commander Spock. A smile started to form on Saana's face. Usually, Nyota would tell her about her boyfriends and how they worked out or how they failed. Several years ago, Nyota had almost married the man with the shifty eyes. He had asked Saana's permission to marry her. Saana told him that if he was good to her and loved her, he could have her blessing. But it was not to be. He betrayed Nyota and Saana with lies. But this time-seeing Nyota with Charlene and how happy they both were-she knew they were building trust again. Saana saw the genuine love in Nyota's eyes. She has given her heart to the Vulcan. He must be some man to be worthy of Nyota's heart. She has so much to give.

A beep came from the vid console where they just has spoken. It was a message from Nyota. Just as she had promised, she had sent pictures. Saana downloaded the file and opened it to view them.

The first picture was of Spock and Nyota standing together with their first two fingers touching each others. He was in a long formal robe with strange writing down the left side. His eyes were pirecing, sharp like an eagle. His head was slightly turned toward Nyota, which gave the apprearance that had eyes only for her. Nyota was a vision in a beautiful wedding dress. It almost looked like a traditional African dress-it was a full strapless gown with gold, green, and white embroidery woven into the bodice. A headress of gold beads sat snugly on her head. It was beautiful. Saana smiled at the image; her daughter looked like a queen.

She noticed images in the background that appeared to show the Serengeti landscape, as well as otherworldly landscapes she had never seen before. She surmised that these must be Vulcan landscapes, with red sand and sculptured cliffs. The next slide was of the wedding party standing in a semi-circle: Captain Kirk, Lt. Sulu, Charlene, Dr. McCoy, and Lt. Commander Scott, in his traditional Scottish kilt, with Nyota and Spock standing in the middle. It was a beautiful wedding party. Charlene was wearing a knee-length green dress that complemented Nyota's gown. Even she looked different from the last time Saana had seen her, right before Nyota and Charlene had left to join the Enterprise crew. Two strong, beautiful women, on an adventure of their life.

Saana knew everyone in the pictures because Nyota would often talk and share stories about them and about some of their adventures in exploration. They way Nyota would tell the stories made it seem as if Saana was there with them. The bond between mother and daughter was renewed and strengthened. The third slide was of Spock and Nyota both seated, strumming Vulcan lyres. They play music together, how nice! Saana noticed how they positioned their seats facing each other. Her heart soared: Nyota wanted to let her know that she and Spock had a love of music in common. It gave her peace to know in her heart that Nyota was all right, even though she was far away from home. More tears came down as she keenly felt the absence of her husband, Nyota's father, at this milestone in their daughter's life. Saana lined up all three photos and looked at them together, carefully scrutinizing Spock. She noticed his eyes, how they looked soft and never left Nyota. Saana was amazed. There is more to Vulcans than I knew.

Sadness hit Saana's heart and she took a deep breath. She was happy that Nyota had found someone to share her life with-that was good. The sad part was wondering when she would ever see them, if they would ever return to Earth so she could meet her son-in-law. It could be years. Nyota was on a five-year mission on an exploration ship. But then Saana realized she would probably meet the commander during one of their every-other-week chats, and her spirits lifted.

Saana and Kayode once had a house full of life, a loving husband, and darling child. With him and Nyota gone, she had settled into a small condo that was close to the university, where she worked as a historian-anthropologist. Saana didn't mind being alone, they became friends, and the little place she has, would have to do for now. Saana wiped her face, took a deep breath. She got up and made some tea in order to relax and reflect on her daughter's marriage. As Saana raised the cup to her mouth, a thought struck her and she sat motionless, with the cup in midair: I need to find more information on Vulcans and their customs, in case I ever meet my son-in-law, Spock.

The most important thing Saana thought as she smiled down at her tea; ‘Nyota has found her place in the universe and the one.' As Saana looked from sipping her tea, another pleasant thought passed through her mind: "Grandchildren!"

Chapter 2-Amanda's Hope by Uhura the 9th
Author's Notes:

Beta Reader:Jsilver2000

 

Summary: Now it's S'chn T'gai Amanda Grayson's turn to express her feelings. I have read many stories and versions of her and Sarek's meetings and found them so refreshing and wonderfully written. In the original series, it was implied that Spock was the first Vulcan-human, but I have seen in Star Trek Enterprise series that Vulcans and humans were intimate before Ambassador Sarek relationship with Amanda. Also, I have read that Spock was an engineered-hybrid. But I love my original series; no other recent series has come close to Gene Roddenberry's original idea.

So my version of Amanda and Sarek is more inclined toward the episode "Journey to Babel," my favorite. I liked this version of Amanda: she is funny, sweet and loves her man.

Our story takes place after Spock has introduced Nyota to his parents in "The Battle for Spock, part 2," chapter 28. This will set the scene for Spock to return to Vulcan with his bride.

Amanda's Hope

Sarek had left the office to attend a meeting in another room with a representative of the Vulcan Council. Amanda sat quietly in Sarek's office, looking at the closed com-link and thinking about her son and his wife. A smile broke across her face as she thought about what had happened less than five minutes ago. Amanda had just met her new daughter-in-law, Nyota, which means 'Star' in Swahili. But, most of all, she had noticed her son's happiness-Spock was content for the first time in his life. During the conversation, Amanda had watched Spock's eyes and the way he looked at his wife. She had seen that same glow in Sarek's eyes when she married him many years ago. Yes, Amanda could discern the character of a Vulcan in their eyes (the eyes don't lie) they tell it all. Amanda remembers as she looked into the eyes of her son, her only son, she could clearly see that Spock was in love with the woman. A mother can tell. The way Spock introduced Nyota-his back straight, chest out, and demeanor calm-spoke volumes to her perceptive eyes, showing that he was proud of his choice.

Amanda shook her head and thought to herself, Boy, Vulcans are something else; they experience emotions so close to those of humans, but express them so differently; Sarek and Spock are so much alike, but yet so different.

Amanda felt an uncoiling of a knot in her stomach that she had lived with for so long she no longer recognized it was there-until it relaxed. For the first time since he was born she was able to rest at ease, knowing that her son had found a partner for life. Amanda reflected on the brief conversation with Nyota, who was friendly, confident, compassionate, and intelligent. Her beauty really stood out, and that Nyota spoke so many languages fluently and had worked for the diplomatic corps spoke volumes about her intelligence. She could see that Nyota was not the type of woman who indulged in casual relationships. She would have been an amazing catch even for a human; Amanda marveled that Spock, her adorably dorky son, had been able to win Nyota's hand. Amanda's happiness and excited thoughts projected through her bond with Sarek, and he responded:

You are content with the match, my wife?

Yes, Adun, very pleased [smiling to herself].

Amanda remembered how Spock and Nyota had looked on the com-link, the way Spock positioned himself next to his wife. That Vulcan protective stance was on display, demonstrating his love for her. Amanda sighed deeply, as though she had been holding her breath for thirty-six years. It's a mother relief to know that her child is living a productive and healthy life. But with Vulcans, a healthy life for a male requires a wife to bond with. Thinking about this brought back how Sarek and she had made it so far in their marriage; she shuddered, thinking about all the trials and tribulations that went with it. Amanda hadn't wanted Spock to have to deal with all of that, but his mixed heritage came with a price. It had always been a dagger in Amanda's heart that Spock was an outcast in both societies.

Amanda reflected on Spock's previous relationships (the ones she knew about). Since Spock's birth, Amanda had struggled to understand Vulcan customs and traditions; her mistake was that she examined them from the perspective of Terran customs. In her world, Spock should have been able choose who he wanted to marry. Until she met Sarek, she hadn't known about the mating rituals of Vulcans, which were forced upon them because of the mental and physical stresses-and danger of death-both sexes endure at the age of sexual maturity. Vulcans were very careful to keep this part of their biology and culture under wraps to avoid the exposure of uncontrolled emotions that would rip off the tight lid of their logic because it would humiliate them and expose their vulnerability.

Spock was half human, so many Vulcan people didn't consider him to be a true Vulcan and were reluctant to allow him to take part in their traditions. But the healers had revealed to Sarek and Amanda shortly after Spock's birth that his Vulcan genes were generally dominant and his body would grow and develop as any Vulcan male's, meaning he would eventually undergo the pon farr and require a mate. Therefore, they advised that Spock should have a bondmate for his Time. Amanda fought her mother's instinct to protect him against exposure to Vulcan prejudice, but after considering what the healers had said, she realized that to keep her son safe, he had to have a bondmate. Which presented another problem: what Vulcan female would want to marry her half human son? She entrusted Sarek with negotiating a bride for Spock, even though she had studied the traditions under the tutelage of T'Pau. Amanda got along well with her, despite T'Pau's questioning Sarek's reasons for marrying her. Amanda had held her ground against T'Pau in their many debates, eventually earning T'Pau's respect, which had not been easy, Amanda thought. She's a tough old bird. Sarek and T'Pau found a match for Spock. Amanda remembered the look on Spock's face when he was informed of the upcoming betrothal ceremony; she had felt his despair and confusion. He knew how his peers felt about him being half Vulcan, and he wondered what female would be willing to attach herself to him. Amanda's seven-year-old son was about to be bonded, betrothed, to a girl he did not know.

"Mother, must I?"

Amanda looked up at Sarek and saw his face; he urged her through their bond to confirm the truth.

"Yes, my son. Do you remember your studies about the mating process and the reasons for bonding?"

Spock slowly turned toward his father; Sarek urged Spock through the family bond to be logical.

"Yes, Sa-mekh."

Later on that night, Spock had run away with his pet sehlat for three days. He returned on his betrothal day and met his future bride. T'Pau performed the ceremony, and a healer confirmed that the bond was sound. Spock spent little time with T'Pring; he tried to touch her through the bond and found resistance. She either didn't understand Spock's nature or that fact he was of mixed heritage caused confusion with her. When Amanda met T'Pring's parents, everything was explained. It was merely a political move for them; an alliance with the S'chn T'gai clan meant power and position, and they were willing to sacrifice a daughter to obtain them. Looking into their eyes, (the eyes don't lie) Amanda could see the resentment. It hurt her to know that Spock would suffer slights and prejudice from them in the future. Her future daughter-in-law was a pawn in Vulcan society. Amanda thought about the Terran history of such dealings between royal families, making strange bedfellows and alliances. Now these two children were pledged to marry each other in the future. She was thankful that her son was safe-for now. For Spock to survive, Amanda could only hope that the pair would find a way to mesh. When Amanda sat with little T'Pring, the girl sat as stiff as a board and said next to nothing; she didn't want to look at Amanda. Amanda expressed her thoughts to Sarek:

"The child fails to acknowledge me; what is wrong with her?"

"The child will adjust in time, Amanda; it is a new situation for her to experience a marriage bond."

"Sure; it couldn't have anything to do to with the fact that I'm human?"

"That is an illogical assumption; the child is aware of her responsibilities."

"Right!"

Amanda's sarcasm revealed how upset she was that the child showed prejudice against her. If that is true, then she has it against Spock as well. Not a comforting feeling.

Spock's suffered from bullying, prejudice, and assumptions about his intellectual abilities and emotional control every day at school. Each day, Spock's emotional control grew stronger. The healers were amazed to find that he had a psi rating in the 90th percentile for full Vulcans. His tremendous aptitude for math and science soon became apparent, challenging both his schoolmates'. His teachers' assumptions about the limits of a hybrid's mind and telepathy has becoming a threat in the eyes of some. They were unaware of Spock's capability and growth, but Amanda knew, he shared his thoughts about them.

As Spock grew, Amanda noticed that he became more reserved, less talkative, but would respond every now and then through the family bond when requested. He barely mentioned T'Pring or his engagement to her. Spock occasionally felt her resistance toward him and only acknowledged her when arrangements were made to keep the bond intact. Amanda would feel the stress rise in the familial bond because Spock became irritated when T'Pring was around. Sarek would remind Spock of his responsibilities to the girl and that fulfilling them was important for his survival as a male Vulcan. Sarek had tried to portray Vulcan culture and sexuality in a positive way, but Spock would only listen politely and kept his thoughts to himself.

Then the S'chn T'gai family dealt with the unthinkable, the thing that would drive the family apart. Spock reached the age of accountability; he now had to choose his path for the future. Against all odds, he had performed to an outstanding level in all academic areas. The Vulcan Science Council invited Spock to follow in his father's footsteps and continue his studies at the Vulcan Science Academy, which was considered a great Spock shocked both the Academy and his own father when he announced that he had been accepted into Starfleet Academy and he intended to leave Vulcan to pursue his studies there. It was the beginning of the end of their father-son relationship:

"Spock, your choice of career is illogical; Starfleet practices are contrary to Vulcan beliefs."

Spock stood taller; he had now outgrown most of his peers.

"Starfleet Academy has a science division that is adequate to continue my academics."

"Spock, it is expected of you as a member of the S'chn T'gai clan to continue your studies at the Vulcan Science Academy; Starfleet will not provide the training to maintain your beliefs in the Way of Surak."

"My acceptance is final; the decision is final; I will attend to my departure."

With that, the family split. Spock went to Starfleet, and Sarek refused to accept or acknowledge Spock's choice. The family bond shrunk to the point where Amanda could hardly feel it; it felt almost as if a part of her had been amputated. Spock had somehow shut it down to nearly nonexistent.

As a mother, it was hard for Amanda to see her only child leave, not knowing when he would return; her heart was heavy. Amanda knew Sarek's heart was heavy as well; he didn't have to say anything; she felt it through their bond.

Sarek has lost two sons; what does a father do? Amanda thought to herself.

Amanda continued to reflect on the past events of Spock's life. Spock had been through so much, but his relationship with his father had worsened. Amanda was caught in the middle of their bickering about Spock's career choice; Sarek would often make a snarky remark, and Spock would cut off the communication. There were times Spock would call Amanda on the com-link to let her know of his welfare, and she would notice that Spock would not mention his father or T'Pring in their brief conversations.

As the years passed, the news that Spock had been assigned to the Enterprise, as well as details of his scientific investigations, started to become widely known. Awards, achievements, medals of all sorts started pouring in from Starfleet and other Federation planets to the family compound on behalf of Spock. Everywhere Sarek and Amanda would go for diplomatic meetings, Spock's name was mentioned and his achievements and scientific theories were praised. Amanda smiled to herself: I'm so proud of you, my son. She would project her pride through her bond with Sarek, but Sarek did not express any sentiment or acknowledge his son's achievements.

Several years later, Sarek did respond to Amanda through their bond about Spock: Spock's duties are required in his position. It was the most he had ever said about Spock and Starfleet. But Sarek's reflections about his son were very rare; he still felt that Spock should fulfill his responsibilities by attending the Vulcan Science Academy. That was one thing about Sarek, he refused to see Spock as total human, but as Vulcan son and treated him as such like a father would. Amanda smiled about that, it touched her that Sarek really tried.

Then back on Vulcan, Amanda started hearing rumors. It was her opinion that Vulcans gossip worse than humans, but they base their comments on facts and they don't exaggerate. T'Pring had grown up into a lovely Vulcan woman; males from other provinces had come to seek her audience, and she entertained them publicly. She acted as if she were single, and many males had requested Koon-ut so'lik (marriage proposal). But once they were informed of her pending marriage to Spock, many declined, infuriating T'Pring; she needed a challenger to break the marriage. Amanda couldn't take it anymore and confronted Sarek:

"Adun, it bothers me that T'Pring is entertaining male suitors, knowing that she is betrothed to Spock. This is unacceptable behavior!"

"T'Pring has been aware of her responsibilities and contract from the beginning; she will honor those commitments, Aduna."

"Sarek, please! Is there any way to break this?"

"Our ancient marital laws may be cruel; T'Pring will honor her family and Spock."

Amanda thought that conversation went nowhere; she became worried about Spock, who was not present on Vulcan to fight the suitors or defend his betrothal. Amanda did the next best thing a mother could do: she confronted the woman.

Amanda remembered the day; it was a day of disrespect and anger when she met T'Pring after all those years. She confronted her about her display of disrespect toward her koon'ul[betrothal]. T'Pring looked down at Amanda the human with distaste, stating that she would not marry Spock the legend and that this was her right. Amanda wished she could have slapped her or taken a sword and run her through. T'Pring had no intention of marrying her son, and that hurt. Amanda looked into the woman's eyes (the eyes don't lie) and saw hatred; T'Pring actually hated her son.

As the years moved on, the rumors persisted and concern for Spock's life put stress on Amanda. She went to T'Pau about it; she too had heard statements about T'Pring seeking a challenger in order to rid herself of Spock. T'Pau looked at the woman who had married her son and was now seeking advice on behalf of her grandson. T'Pau wondered why the woman had not immersed herself in the marital laws before now.

"Amanda, thee have known about this for some time; plans are in place. The kali-i-farr has been proposed. The woman is within her rights to challenge the marriage at the appointed time. Regardless, one male in the challenge must die, and the victor will win the woman. It is done."

Amanda sat heavy-hearted, remembering those events. Tears formed in her eyes. She had worried so much over Spock, hoping that just one time he would get a break in life. Amanda hated that part of Vulcan culture, knowing her son could be killed by a rival Vulcan if T'Pring chose the challenge. Cold-hearted bi**h! she had thought to herself, drowning her fear in anger. At the time it had seemed so far off, the idea that he would find happiness.

Amanda remembered the com-link. She and Sarek had been on a diplomatic mission on behalf of the Federation when she heard that the ship that Spock was assigned had been diverted to Vulcan, and he was preparing for his wedding. Her thoughts and emotions overwhelmed her bond with Sarek, so her husband rushed to her in concern. She informed him that Spock was on Vulcan getting married. They rushed back to Vulcan, hoping to be present for the ceremony. They hadn't been far away, just two days at warp 5. But by the time they returned to Vulcan, Spock and the Enterprise had already warped out, missing them by 12 hours. Amanda had looked at Sarek, voicing her greatest fear through their bond: Is our son dead? Amanda had rushed to Spock's old bedroom, afraid to hear the outcome of the kal-i-fee. As she looked around his room, filled with awards and medals, the fear overwhelmed her and she collapsed on the floor.

Sarek sought out his mother to learn the outcome of his son's wedding and found that T'Pring had gone through with the challenge. His mother's comments comforted Sarek, letting him know that his son was alive and had returned to the ship.

"The woman T'Pring has succeeded in dissolving the marriage between her and thy son. The champion she selected was most fascinating and unorthodox, Sarek. Thee woman T'Pring chose a Terran friend of Spock's."

Sarek's eyebrow rose: "Fascinating."

"Indeed, the Terran succumbed to the wounds made by Spock." T'Pau looked at her son. "I granted Spock his divorce; I grieve with thee for the loss of his friend and Spock."

When Sarek returned to find his wife on the floor, he lifted her and placed her on their bed. He opened their bond to find fear, despair, anger, and a feeling of great loss for her son. He held his human wife, whom he had cherished all these years. Later, Sarek relayed the story from T'Pau of the challenge and its outcome. Amanda had expressed anger toward Sarek, embarrassment that T'Pring had stood Spock up at the altar, and disappointment that her son was alone again. It took a couple of months to forgive Sarek, and herself too, because she had agreed to it as well. She attempted several times to contact the ship to check on his well-being; he eventually sent a message saying that he was well.

As Amanda remembered the whole event, she said out loud, "Nothing like your fiancée leaving you at the altar, but to have one of his friends fight for a woman who didn't even want him and get killed over it? It's just too much." Amanda shook her head. Being a Vulcan is tough!

Then, about a year later, Sarek was assigned to the Babel conference. Amanda was excited about getting to see Spock on his ship. Sarek was not thrilled; he stood his ground and held an unchanged attitude about Spock's decision to join Starfleet. When they finally saw Spock, Sarek and he were more distant than ever; Spock probably thought Sarek blamed him for his failed Kai-i-farr. She watched Sarek give Spock such a cold shoulder that even his captain noticed and tried to help. Then Sarek's heart attack put fear into Amanda. Through their bond, she felt her husband's pain, and her body suffered too; Sarek had been trying to keep his illness from her for some time. Amanda had been so focused on Spock that she had forgotten her Adun; that grieved her. She loved Sarek with her whole heart; they both suffered for long. When she was alone, Amanda cried bitterly over Sarek, thinking of all the things they had endured and trying to push away thoughts of life without her Ashayam. The core of her whole life could be gone if Spock wouldn't step forward.

Spock sensed his father's pain and briefly opened the family bond; it grieved him as well, but he had responsibilities as a Vulcan and an officer.*

Tears ran down Amanda's face, for what she had done to her son, demanding that he save her man, his father from death. She couldn't conceive of life without Sarek. The heart attack brought new closeness to the family she and Sarek had created. Somehow her Vulcan son Spock had saved the family, and for the first time in 18 years, father and son were talking. Amanda did notice how attentive the nurse was to Spock during his recovery, but Spock didn't pay her any mind. The trip to Babel was a success in Amanda's eyes because her husband and son had finally repaired their schism.

When Spock had hinted that he was in a relationship with a crew member, she had thought the nurse was the one he was attracted to. Now to see that Spock was finally married and to see the happiness in his eyes (the eyes don't lie) brought peace to Amanda's heart, mind, and soul. Spock was safe for the first time in his life; she was so proud of her son, and her husband.

A chime came from the com-link; it was Nyota. Amanda quickly downloaded the images; they opened in front of her, and what she saw took her breath away. Tears started flowing harder down her face and a deep cry projected from her heart; Sarek felt the disturbance in their bond and responded quickly. He found her crying uncontrollably at the desk where they had sat just moments ago.

"Amanda, you are in grave distress," he said, kneeling to hold his wife by her shoulders. "Aduna, your distress has affected me; please explain."

Amanda reached for him and continued crying on his shoulder. Sarek looked down at the com-link and saw the image of Spock with his wife after their wedding; he noticed that Spock was wearing his IDIC symbol on his formal robe, and he even saw it on Nyota's gown. Her gown complemented the color of Spock's robe. They were touching their fingers in the ozh'esta, revealing their intimacy. Sarek had to admit to himself that his son looked pleased.

"Sarek! He looks so happy! I know that's not the right word, but look at them-they look content! That's the word!"

As Amanda tried to explain through her tears, Sarek opened a drawer to pull out a cloth to wipe his wife's face. Amanda touched Sarek's arm and looked at him.

"Adun, please help our son come home, not only to us but to Vulcan as well." She tried to breathe, but tears of joy kept flowing. "He's been through so much. I'll try not to be so emotional."

"Amanda, you are a Terran; emotions are part of you."

Amanda reached over and touched the screen to reveal another picture of the whole wedding party, including Captain Kirk and Dr. McCoy. Seeing Spock surrounded by his friends caused her to smile with joy. My son has friends! She looked at the image of Spock looking down at his wife with tenderness. It brought back memories of her courtship with Sarek, they way he had looked at her said it all. Words could not describe what he felt for her. Amanda projected her former feelings through their bond, and Sarek responded, placing his two fingers against hers, sharing in her joy.

Amanda reached out and touched the screen again to reveal Spock and Nyota strumming their ka'athyras. Sarek's brow lifted:

"Fascinating! She is able to play this instrument; it would be quite interesting to hear Ms. Nyota perform."

Amanda smiled, seeing something different. She saw love, and she knew Sarek was proud of his son, even if he would never say it. Amanda got his attention:

"Sarek, we must give them a reception; they deserve something from us."

He looked down at her: "I agree. I'll see to the arrangements and send the pictures to T'Pau."

"Yes, she would like to see her grandson married."

"Have you recovered from your event, my wife, so I can attend to your request?"

"Yes, Sarek, darling. I'm much better now; thank you."

Sarek stood up and left to start making arrangements, while Amanda continued to stare at the last picture of Spock and Nyota playing their lyres. She had waited so long for this moment, and now it had finally happened. Her smile widened and a giggle erupted from her:

"Grandchildren!"

Through their bond, Sarek answered; "Indeed!"

End Notes:

A/N: *Star Trek TOS: Journey to Babel: the scene where Sarek collapsed on the floor, take a good look at Spock's reaction (the eyes don't lie).

Chapter 3-The Honor of T'Pau by Uhura the 9th
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The next morning during breakfast, Sarek and Amanda were sipping tea and eating the last of their breakfast. Spock's marriage had not only brought contentment to Amanda, it had rekindled her emotional and physical attraction to Sarek. It has been too long for both of them; the process of mending their family continued. Sarek and Amanda shared intimate thoughts through their bond; a mischievous smile came across her face and was answered by a twitch from Sarek. The interchange brought back fond memories of their courtship and their bonding ceremony long ago. Amanda reminisced about how men had been attracted to her and how Sarek-without ever losing his Vulcan composure-had efficiently run off his competition. Sarek's brow arched as he turned his smoldering eyes on his wife while they shared their thoughts at the table.

Amanda gave a deep sigh of contentment:

"Thank you, Sarek, for making the arrangements for the reception."

"They are still in the preliminary stages; I will present my suggestions to T'Pau and continue from there."

"I wonder if she received the holo-vids of Spock's wedding?"

"I sent the vids yesterday per your request; I am meeting with T'Pau today to discuss the reception."

Amanda reached over and touched Sarek's hand, enjoying the feel of his warmth. She smiled at him again.

"I hope she is pleased that her grandson is bonded now and out of danger."

"Spock was not in danger, Amanda. He has 4.879 years before his Time."

Amanda rolled her eyes and said, "I meant that he wouldn't be challenged for his bride."

"Ah, yes. It is preferable that he avoid combat; however, if he were ever forced to take part in a challenge against a Vulcan, I expect he would be successful due to his many years of training in Suus Mahna, as well as his Starfleet combat training."

"Sarek, do you think Starfleet will release Spock and Nyota from their duties to attend their reception?"

"I will make their superiors understand that their presence is required on Vulcan."

Sarek stood up to start his day. He extended two fingers toward Amanda, who reciprocated the gesture with a smile. Sarek's private little paradise was to see Amanda smile only for him. Sarek left to petition for his son's reception. First, he must present it to his mother, the matriarch of the S'chn T'gai clan. T'Pau's support would be critical in securing the Vulcan society's acceptance of Spock and Nyota's bonding.


The Honor of T'Pau

Meanwhile, T'Pau was sitting in front of her com-link viewing a Terran wedding vid. She saw her grandson performing the ozh'esta with a Terran female while they were surrounded by other Starfleet officers. She saw her grandson wearing the formal robe of the S'chn T'gai clan, along with his IDIC medallion. Her sharp eyes picked out the subtle IDIC pattern in the woman's dress. T'Pau's brow rose as she viewed the images. But when she saw the female playing the Vulcan Ka'athyra, even the indomitable T'Pau was impressed: Indeed! Terrans are so unpredictable. This one is fascinating!

T'Pau remembered when Sarek had presented Amanda at their wedding ceremony. It was unorthodox at the time. There had been speculation that the DNA of humans was not compatible with Vulcan blood (copper-based vs. iron-based), so it was thought that there would be no children. And Vulcan prejudice led many clan members to believe that Amanda would be a bundle of sloppy emotions, an embarrassment to the extended family. These notions did not sit well with many of the clan. But the main concern was whether the woman would survive Sarek's Time. Human physiology was vastly different from that of Vulcans. The much denser body structure and overwhelming strength were concerns. T'Pau had been astonished that not only had the woman Amanda survived Sarek's Time, but she also performed commendably during the ceremony amidst Sarek's clan members.

Sarek had never replied to the question of why he had chosen Amanda Grayson, a Terran female. There was no logical reason. T'Pau's brow lifted. Clearly a physical attraction must have developed; the female was different from Vulcan females. From a Vulcan perspective, Amanda's eyes, hair color, and skin color were exotic. Perhaps that was the reason Sarek had been attracted to her and pursued her, as T'Pau sat and thought to herself her rationization; Terrans are obnoxious creatures, but they are unique in some ways:

First, Terrans are multicolored; there is a wide range of colors and tones to human skin. Vulcans are monotone, with slight variations depending on which region of the planet they are from.

Second, Terrans have multiple hair lengths, textures, and colors, from bald to hair short enough to stand straight up, to waist-length; from curly or wavy to straight; and from white to yellow-blonde, red-orange tinted, black, and brown some other colors thatTerrans achieve by artificial means. The combinations seem endless. Vulcans generally have straight black or gray hair, and many males wear a simple bowl cut to honor the great Surak. Sarek is the only one in the S'chn T'gai clan with a slight curl to his hair, and he stands out.

Third, Terrans have various eye colors: brown, dark brown, golden brown, green, and blue, whereas Vulcan eyes are dark brown to brown. The blue eyes are the most intriguing; they reflect the sea or seem to provide a window into the person's inner thoughts.

T'Pau had slowly gained respect for Terrans; she had not had much respect for them in the beginning, during the development of the Federation. She had observed that greed and ambition were the primary drives of Terrans; this observation caused her to distance herself from involvement in the formation of the Federation of Planets. They needed her support; she grudgingly gave only as much as was required. She did not want Vulcans to mingle with Terrans, yet her son did the very thing she was concerned about. She accepted it: Kaiidth. Yes, Amanda Grayson had impressed and intrigued her when she endured Sarek's Time and produced an heir. She had also endured many Vulcans' coolness toward her, advocated (illogically, of course) for Spock before his Kal-i-farr, with the ires of T'Pring's indiscretions. The female Amanda had been a steadfast mate to Sarek and a supportive and patient mother to Spock for all these years; for that, T'Pau had reassessed Sarek's choice of bondmate.

T'Pau had become interested in Terran behaviors, finding them more tolerable than in the past. She glanced at the wedding photo containing Kirk and McCoy, Spock's Starfleet friends, and her brow went up. Interesting, was her thought. Kirk and McCoy had supported Spock admirably during his Kal-i-fee. The doctor had saved both her grandson and his captain from death during the traditional marriage ceremony. T'Pau found the knowledge that Spock's friend had survived the Kal-i-fee to be fascinating. She admired the means the healer had used to break the blood fever and save Kirk. When she had first discovered that Kirk was still alive, she had thought the doctor's interference in the matter to be unorthodox for a healer. But that was not the only time the doctor had saved her grandson, not to mention that he had also saved Sarek when he fell ill during the Babel conference. Now, she realized that, if anything, she owed the healer respect.

T'Pau looked at the vid again to examine the female who had become bonded to Spock. She did not look like a typical human female. She appeared to have strong, yet gentle, features. Perhaps her Starfleet training had given her character. T'Pau would soon see whether this female had tenacity equal to Amanda's. If so, she too would be an acceptable addition to the S'chn T'gai clan. More so than the female T'Pring, who had brought dishonor to the clan, publicly entertaining other suitors and showing them affection. This was unorthodox and unethical. T'Pring's behavior had been unacceptable; that she had dared to force a Terran to take part in the challenge was her folly. It was unheard of and could have resulted in ripping open the veil of secrecy over Vulcan mating customs if the Terran had won or had actually died. Regardless, if T'Pring had viewed Spock as less than Vulcan, than she was as much a fool as Stonn, the male she had chosen to replace Spock. It had pleased her to divorce Spock from the unworthy female. It had been only the second time in her life that T'Pau had openly showed displeasure in someone's conduct. T'Pring was at the top of a very short list.

T'Pau again examined the female, wondering if she was prepared to endure Spock's Time. The woman did not appear timid, and her body appeared to be strong enough to bear a Vulcan child. T'Pau would examine the bond as well as the physical condition of the woman. T'Pau was pleased that her grandson had found someone to bond with, and she would conduct the necessary procedures to determine whether the woman was worthy of her grandson. Even though her grandson was not fully Vulcan, T'Pau neither despised nor rejected the boy. Spock had expressed many emotions as a young child, unable to rein in his explosive emotions as other children his age did. His course through life was made much more difficult by the rejection of his people. His training in the Way of Surak was his salvation. Although he got started a little more slowly than most Vulcan children, by the time he reached secondary school, Spock had outperformed all his Vulcan peers and was challenging his instructors. Many who had preconceived notions of the limits of his Terran heritage were astonished by his scholarly performance. They had believed that a Vulcan-Terran hybrid would be physically and mentally inferior. But Spock's mind was magnificent. He not only scored in the 98th percentile on his intelligence assessments; his psi score ranked nearly as high. Somehow, his combination of Vulcan and Terran genes had produced enhanced telepathic powers. T'Pau had touched his consciousness during his betrothal ceremony at age seven, and somehow he had managed to control his thoughts. The healers were astonished to learn of his mental development and the strength of his telepathy; they wanted to study him in more detail and to subject him to invasive testing. Sarek and Amanda had politely (although Amanda had been livid) declined their invitation, for which T'Pau was grateful. She would have had to step in otherwise. Her grandson needed acceptance and teaching, not poking and prodding.

Spock became his own Vulcan, his own person. He broke with tradition by not following his forefathers to study at the Vulcan Science Academy; instead, he left Vulcan to attend Starfleet Academy among emotional Terrans and went on to become a Starfleet officer. Unorthodox. Even Sarek-he had married a Terran female against Vulcan traditions (unorthodox again). There was something about the two Vulcan men in this clan; they were direct descendants of Surak, but T'Pau had no logical reason for their rebelliousness. Both of them had paid a price for their failure to observe tradition, and this was the time to bring all their power and that of their allies to bear in order to secure their positions in the S'chn T'gai clan and Vulcan society.

Some time later, Sarek came to T'Pau's estate to discuss the reception.

Sarek stepped into T'Pau's office, where she was leaning on her cane, searching her library for one of the ancient books. Sarek helped her retrieve the book from the shelf and placed it on her desk. She bowed her head in thanks and sat, looking up at Sarek expectantly.

"Dif-tor heh smusma, Sa-fu" [Live long and prosper, Son].

"Sochya eh dif, Ko-mekh" [Peace and long life, Mother].

"Have you received the wedding pictures of Spock and his bride?"

"I have viewed them."

"Spock has communicated that he and his bride have performed the bonding ceremony, as well as the Terran wedding ritual, to ensure that their marriage is legally documented in both the Vulcan and the Terran records, in case anything should befall them before their return to Vulcan to authenticate the bond.

"Indeed, he put his position in Starfleet at risk by him placing such an action, but he as insured his bondmate her place in the clan. Spock's actions to protect his bride are commendable."

"Tell me of the female bonded to my grandson, Sarek."

"From our com-link conversation, the female appears to be acceptable. Her aptitude for mathematics and science is impressive, but her greatest talent lies in linguistics. She has mastered at least two dialects of Vulcansu, which is remarkable for a Terran."

"What is the name of the child?"

"It is from a Terran language called Swahili; her name is Nyota Uhura, and she was raised in the United States of Africa."

T'Pau had noted the female's skin tones, another Terran marvel. Her skin was smooth and dark, with a glow to it. Spock must find it aesthetically pleasing, she thought. He used to immerse himself in nature as a child, and his wife's skin tones evoke the dark hills of the country surrounding the family estate.

"Interesting."

"Nyota has also mastered other xeno-languages and served in the diplomatic corps when she was still at the Academy. Her assistance with intergalactic translations was vital during the Babel Conference."

"The child also plays the Ka'athyra." T'Pau clicked on the monitor to show the image of Spock and his wife holding their instruments.

"Correct. She is an avid musician. She stated that she acquired the instrument as a teenager."

"Fascinating. Is the child aware that Spock will undergo the pon farr?"

"Yes, Ko-mekh. Spock explained to her what the pon farr entails, and she has bonded with him in full knowledge of what is to come."

T'Pau raised an eyebrow in approval.

"What is thy concern, Sa-fu?"

"Spock has indicated that the bond is developing a strength that he had not experienced during his betrothal to T'Pring. Spock opened the familial bond and I was able to observe that it is strong."

"With your permission, I will touch thy mind, Sarek, to ascertain this."

Sarek knelt before his mother to present his face for the meld; she touched his psi points and entered his thoughts. She released Sarek after a minute;

"Spock's ability has grown since he was a child. Thee are correct to reveal this to me; it is imperative that Spock return to Vulcan to have the bond authenticated, and a Healer for his wife so no danger in the marriage bond, would not affect her physically."

"My aduna recommends a reception to receive Spock and his wife and to celebrate all his accomplishments for our people."

T'Pau looked at her son, thinking, Spock has endured more than any Vulcan since the time of Surak.

"I agree with thy wife. Such formal recognition by the pillars of Vulcan society will eradicate the insult our clan suffered during Spock's Kal-i-farr. Spock has been shunned for far too long. I will make it so before the Vulcan High Council."

"Will they honor such a request?"

"Sarek, they WILL honor our clan. It is our right!" T'Pau replied, thumping her cane hard on the floor. She was determined that Spock and the S'chn T'gai clan would get the respect they deserve.

"Spock is an heir of Surak. His name will be respected and thine as well. It is DONE!"

"Dif-tor heh smusma, Ko-mekh" [Live long and prosper, Mother]

"Sochya eh dif, Sa-fu" [Peace and long life, Son].

Sarek left to go to his office to write the proposal for a reception in honor of Spock and his bride. His plan included all the delegates that he had worked with and forged relationships with throughout the decades. Sarek had connections with many allies who would support the reception proposal; the Vulcan High Council couldn't refuse. Once the proposal was complete, his mother would present it. T'Pau had taken part in Council matters on many occasions with significant outcomes. She would make her case for why the counsel should put expenditure toward the reception.

After Sarek left, T'Pau called for her assistant T'Lara, an intern lawyer, to help her prepare her argument before the council. T'Lara was a ward of the clan whose studies of the ancient laws before and after Surak made her a valuable asset.

"T'Lara?"

"Yes, Mistress?"

"Your services are needed to research our clan; retrieve the ancient books of the lawgivers."

"Yes, Mistress. Can you specify?"

"I will give you clarity; our clan needs to prepare for the Prince of Vulcan, the heir to our people, Vulcan will receive and respect who we are child, go now."

T'Lara bowed her head in respect, picks up a Padd and left to carry out her mission at Shi'Kahr's historical library.

T'Pau had a lot to do, but not much time. She would flex her political muscle for the well-being of her clan and her grandson. She would prepare her arguments for the Vulcan High Council's formal recognition of Spock's accomplishments and his marriage-as well as her accusations against the S'oleh-nau clan's T'Pring, for her choice of challenger. T'Pau had not forgotten T'Pring's insolence at the Kal-i-farr or kal-i-fee. T'Pau had waited patiently, biding her time, for just the right moment. And this was it. The matriarch of the other clan would pay a price for T'Pring's exposure of Vulcan mating customs to outworlders and her indifference to Spock's fate. The S'chn T'gai clan would not be undermined again.

End Notes:

A/N: I love T'Pau, when I first saw her in the TOS, she was powerful, no joke. Kirk was so intimidated that he took the challenge at Spock's wedding to keep face (not too bright). But her character stands out, and I have read many stories, from antagonistic points of view to supportive ones. I love me some T'Pau. Her abrasive nature reminds me of my grandmother and Judge Judy! All hail the little women!

Also, I thought about Spock's telepathic abilities; they were revealed in three episodes:

A Taste of Armageddon

By Any Other Name

The Omega Glory

Those episodes showed Spock using his power without touching the subject. His mind reached out to them,and demonstrating Spock's capabilities with his telepathy, even Kirk make him use in situations. These are the only times I've seen Spock use them. The episodes didn't mention whether all Vulcans have this power, but the touch telepathy of Vulcans is well known. Spock plays down his powers in most cases.

Chapter 4-The Battle for Spock—T'Pau's Way by Uhura the 9th
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Chapter 4

Summary: T'Pau is bound and determined to bring Spock home to ceremonially validate his bond with Nyota and present her to Vulcan society as his wife. T'Pau and Sarek have also decided to flex the power of the S'chn T'gai clan to coerce the Vulcan High Command into hosting a reception on Altairs VI in Spock's honor.

 

 

The Battle for Spock-T'Pau's Way

A week later, Solen of the S'oleh-nau clan-the father of T'Pring-received an electronic message stating that even though he had accepted Stonn as his son-in-law, irregularities had occurred during their courtship, rendering the legality of their marriage in question. As he read the message, Solen's eyebrows lifted toward his bangs. Padd in hand, he went directly to the matriarch of his clan and presented the message.

T'Lan was sitting in her garden by a pool when her nephew presented himself with as much concern as would be tolerated by the matriarch.

"T'Lan, we are summoned to the Vulcan High Command to answer to charges relating to T'Pring's indiscretion."

T'Lan had known this day would come-the day to answer the to S'chn T'gai clan for T'Pring's actions during the Kal-i-farr. It caused her great concern. She had known T'Pau for many decades; they had both served as matriarchs to their clans with the shared goal of preserving their people. It was T'Lan who had approved the match 28 years ago; it should have strengthened the clan's position with the High Command. But the silly child hadn't followed protocol and instead used the opportunity to challenge Spock's right to her. Now T'Lan must present her case and defend T'Pring-and more importantly-the clan's position in Vulcan society.

"Indeed, what does the charge consist of?"

Solen stood before his aunt and said, "The High Command is requesting an explanation of T'Pring's choice."

"It is within her right to choose a champion in the Kal-i-fee; no law was broken."

"I am aware of her rights, T'Lan. But they insist on your presence."

T'Lan looked at her nephew: "Your lack of knowledge hinders your understanding; I will go to them."

"Explain, Matriarch."

"The Kal-i-farr has never been documented or laid out in detail for outworlders, especially not the Kal-i-fee! Your daughter T'Pring chose unwisely when she selected the Terran, who had no desire for the Kal-i-farr. He was not considered a champion-and other challengers, at least one, were available. The Terran was unprepared, unskilled, and unaware of the implications of our traditions. With her choice, T'Pring exposed Vulcans' most private traditions to outworlders and risked the life of a highly placed Terran. The consequences could have been severe, resulting in a great loss of status for our people and our culture, not to mention damaging or even destroying our relationship with the Federation. T'Pau could ask for compensation if laws were broken at that time."

Solen stood rigid as comprehension dawned: "Are you implying T'Pau could annul the marriage between Stonn and T'Pring?"

"It is possible for Spockah to reclaim what he has lost, Solen."

"Indeed."

"Go request an audience with Sarek and T'Pau; perhaps we can come to an understanding before the Vulcan High Command intervenes."

Solen left to send a message to the S'chn T'gai matriarch T'Pau.


A few hours later, at T'Pau's compound, Solen and T'Lan met with T'Pau and Sarek. They were all in T'Pau's library when T'Lara served tea.

The two elder women seated themselves; Sarek and Solen stood near their respective matriarchs' chairs. T'Pau-for a Vulcan-was in a good mood, though not to say jovial. The women raised their hands in greeting.

"Dif-tor heh smusma, T'Lan."

"Sochya eh dif, T'Pau. How can I be of service to you?"

T'Pau's eyebrow twitched in answer to T'Lan's question, but she cut to the chase.

"We had an agreement, T'Lan, which I honored; I pledged my grandson to your grandniece."

"I am aware of the contract; it was honored."

"I was there when the Kal-i-fee was issued; that was in her right."

"Agreed; it was her right to challenge."

"What have you to say of her choice?"

"The child's choice was also in her right."

"We are here to dispute her choice. Our laws are binding; our laws are to protect the victor and the challenger."

T'Lan wanted to squirm in her seat, but she sat still, preserving her dignity and ready to defend against T'Pau's challenge.

"T'Pring was within her right to choose her champion."

"Indeed; that's the law. The visitors were friends of Spock-their role was to observe his participation in the Kal-i-farr, not to take part in our beliefs or traditions without knowledge. The human was unaware of many aspects of this."

"Yet the human took the challenge, T'Pau. What need is there to discuss this now?"

"As I have said before, T'Lan, the human was unaware of many aspects of the Kal-i-farr. If the human had full knowledge of what the Kal-i-fee entailed, his choice would have been different."

"The woman makes the choice of champion; the law states this."

"Does the law also cover one's conduct prior to the Kal-i-farr, T'Lan? It was observed and commented on that the woman T'Pring searched for a champion, despite her pledge to Spock. What of these reports that the woman had suitors address you, T'Lan, to ask for Koon-ut-so'lik. The contract was disrupted when her conduct continued through the years before the Kal-i-farr."

T'Lan searched her mind for a rebuttal but had trouble avoiding the truth: T'Pring's conduct before the marriage had been an error. T'Pau had her boxed in.

"It was well within her right to seek another worthy bondmate, if Spock was not here to attend to her needs."

"Spock is to blame for T'Pring's conduct?" T'Pau's voice strained almost into a growl. "Did you describe Stonn as a worthy bondmate, T'Lan?"

"Sarek's choice of mate defied our traditions and invited an outworlder to know of our ways."

"So Sarek is the reason for T'Pring's indiscretions?"

"Your grandson has made a name for himself. He's part of Starfleet, not of our world, our people. He does not partake of things that are Vulcan."

T'Pau did not suffer insults to her clan lightly, even from an old colleague. T'Lan's insinuation that Sarek had tarnished the S'chn T'gai clan and that this was a factor in T'Pring's actions was an insult not to be borne. In her efforts to clear her grandniece, T'Lan had chosen her words poorly, adding fuel to the fire instead.

"This justifies T' Pring's conduct to break the contract and sever the bond? I see you continue to make unfounded and unwarranted statements. I have spoken to the Vulcan High Command and stated my case in regard to Spock's Kal-i-farr. They agreed that T'Pring's insolence and behavior brought outsiders into a sacred ritual, exposing our way of life to judgment and ridicule. It seems from this conversation that we have NOT come to terms with T'Pring's actions. I have asked for compensation; it was granted to me, T'Lan. In the absence of compensation, I will declare naul-tor [a feud] against the S'oleh-nau clan."

The two males bodies had stiffened at T'Pau's statement. A feud among the clans was exceedingly rare in modern times; it had been centuries since the last one. Sarek suspected his mother was bluffing.

"Now I will confer with my son Sarek about what recompense from your clan might be considered appropriate. We will notify you when we have decided. The High Command awaits your presence, T'Lan and Solen. Now I have other matters to attend to."

"Feuds among our people have been condemned for centuries, T'Pau."

"The laws still apply and have not changed, even since the 'Awakening' T'Lan. It is my right, and it will be done-in the absence of compensation."

T'Pau stood up with her cane and looked at T'Lan, realizing that the other had made a grave mistake. T'Lan reluctantly raised her hand in the ta'al.

"We will consider any offer you make, T'Pau."

"Dif-tor heh smusma, T'Lan."

"Sochya eh dif.

T'Pau returned her salute; with that, T'Lan and Solen left with heavy hearts. The clan would have to pay for what T'Pring had brought down upon them.

T'Pau turned to her son: "Now on to the matter of the reception on Altair VI. Sarek, we need to appeal to the Vulcan High Command to provide all funding, aid, and services for Spock and his bride."

The President of the United Federation of Planets has granted us permission for the reception to be held there, it is an acceptable area to accommodate invited guests."

"Sarek your service as Ambassador to the Federation has shown favor, it has placed value in this quest."

Sarek looked at his mother: "Indeed."

Sarek is aware that Vulcan High Command will accept the location versus Vulcan itself. Only selected outworlders were permitted on the planet, without strict protocols. Altairs VI is the perfect forum to display such events.


Two days later, Sarek stood before the Vulcan High Command; their decision would determine whether the reception on Altairs VI would be funded. The Vulcan High Command consisted of an administrator and commissioners who determined how to handle issues that would affect the whole planet. Sarek had presented himself to speak on his and T'Pau's proposal to have Spock recognized for all his achievements and to acknowledge his marriage. Three female and four male commissioners heard Sarek's case. Sarek greeted the commissioners.

"Dif-tor heh smusma, Commissioners of Vulcan."

"Sochya eh dif, S'chn T'gai Sarek. How can we serve you?"

"I hereby notify you that my son Spock has bonded; our clan proposes that the Vulcan High Command hold a reception on Altairs VI to celebrate his achievements and ceremonially validate his bond with his mate."

"Your clan is within its rights to choose to acknowledge Spock's marital status," T'Ara said. "But Spock is in the service of Starfleet Command; there are protocols to follow in order to secure his return to Vulcan."

"We have no jurisdiction over Starfleet Command; Spock must seek release from them," Suter commented.

"A request from the Vulcan High Command to Starfleet will expedite Spock's return, Sarek asserted; "His mission is scheduled to continue for another 3.567 years. It is customary for the marital bond to be authenticated soon after the bonding."

"Has Spock bonded with a Vulcan female?" Sudoc asked.

"Spock has bonded with a Terran female from his ship."

"Interesting," T'Ara observed, slowly glancing at the other commissioners in turn.

"Are there health concerns?" Solor asked.

"Any form of bonding or mind meld invites health concerns, Sarek replied. "It is wise to have the matriarch and a healer verify the connection."

The seven commissioners looked at one another and nodded in agreement.

"We will speak to Starfleet on your behalf and request Spock's release to return to Vulcan on medical grounds," T'Ara said.

"However, we fail to understand the request for a ceremonial celebration of Spock's achievements on Altairs VI? If you wish to hold such a celebration, that will fall on your clan, Sarek," Sudoc said.

"Agreed, Spock's bonding is a private matter, outworlders are not often permitted to attend our Kal-i-farr. The celebration of his bonding align with his achievement is what Schn"Tgai clan is requesting on Altairs VI.

The commissioners slowly bowed their heads and glared at each other.

Sudoc stared at Sarek: "We acknowledge that Commander Spock's bonding to a Terran needs verification, but our decision to provide financial support to the reception is not valid."

Sudoc looking at Suter

"Our decision is final."

"We have a meeting with T'Pau 15.458 minutes from now on another matter," Suter said. With that, the commissioners raised their hands in the ta'al.

"Dif-tor heh smusma, S'chn T'gai Sarek."

"Sochya eh dif, Commissioners."

Sarek bowed his head in respect and left, feeling pleased. The meeting with the Vulcan High Command had gone well; he had predicted that the commissioners would turn down the reception. Now his mother would go to work on them to get them to finance the reception. Sarek looked forward to reporting to his beloved Amanda that she would see Spock soon.


The Commissioners and T'Pau exchanged the usual greetings and seated themselves in a conference room with a high ceiling and tinted windows. T'Lara took up her place behind her matriarch with a Padd in her hand.

"Was the compensation from the S'oleh-nau clan acceptable, T'Pau?" T'Ara asked.

"Indeed. T'Lan had difficulty processing the information, but clarity came soon enough."

"Explain your presence," Sudoc snapped.

T'Pau's eagle-sharp eyes raked Sudoc, but she battled back the impulse to pounce on him for his disrespect. Patience.

"I offer salutations on your decision to expedite my grandson's return to Vulcan to authenticate his bond," T'Pau said.

"A marital bond to another Terran," Sudoc sneered.

"Sarek requested that the Vulcan High Command hold a reception to honor Spock for his accomplishments," Solor commented.

"Spock is Vulcan. His achievements do honor to Vulcan and should be acknowledged by this body, which represents all of Vulcan," T'Pau argued, raising a brow. "I am hearing disregard of the accomplishments of my offspring. Therefore, I will remind the Commissioners of our Vulcan history."

As a body, the commissioners each arched an eyebrow.

"S'chn T'gai Sarek, formerly Ambassador to Earth, was once bonded to a Vulcan female," T'Pau said. "I will remind you that the woman chose not to continue the marriage, leaving Sarek to suffer the pon farr without a mate. During his diplomatic duties on Earth, he chose to bond with a female Terran. I validated the marriage bond; the woman endured his pon farr and gave birth to the next heir to the clan. Sarek continues to represent the Vulcan people on Earth and other Federation planets, with all aware that he has bonded with the Terran. Sarek's exemplary work is recognized by Starfleet Command, which has asked several times for his assistance in defusing volatile interplanetary situations. Sarek has earned the respect of all those he has encountered but has asked for nothing. As for his bonded wife, she has made great contributions to linguistics, including being part of the team that created and continues to refine the universal translator. Her facility with languages has been of immense assistance to Sarek in diplomatic negotiations, and her Terran personality has been a great asset as well, helping him to better understand and relate to other species."

"We are aware of the regard that Starfleet and the Federation of Planets hold for Sarek; it is the reason he was assigned to those positions. It is his duty to represent Vulcan in those areas," T'Dess said.

"Then we are all in agreement that Sarek's duties are performed for the benefit of all Vulcans," T'Pau said, cutting her off. "Now we will focus on Commander Spock."

"S'chn T'gai Spock does not participate in any form of diplomacy; his position is not comparable to his father's," Sudoc said dismissively.

"That is where you err, Sudoc, T'Pau said. "Spock is equal to and as vital as his father in matters of diplomacy."

"Spock is a commander in Starfleet, which is a military organization," Sudoc replied.

T'Pau again heard Sudoc's insolent tone. She slowly took a breath. Patience.

"The records show that since his birth Spock has achieved the highest academic marks and outperformed many of his classmates and instructors as well."

"Yet he refused to attend the Vulcan Science Academy," Solor interjected.

"You treated him with disrespect of his heritage and abilities," T'Pau replied. "It was his right to seek academic challenges elsewhere, in a setting where students from many species were integrated."

"Spock could have enhanced his capacities greatly at the Academy; Starfleet's Science Division is a poor substitute," Sudoc declared.

"Did we not have the hubris to think that Vulcans were more capable than Terrans? Did we not all feel the death cries of the 432 Vulcans on the Intrepid? Did we not all grieve that great loss? Do some not still do so?" T'Pau demanded, turning her sharp gaze on T'Dess, who had lost a grandson on the Intrepid. "It was a single Vulcan and 430 Terrans who found the Intrepid and discovered their fate. Was it not Spock who took the creature's genetic material-the same genetic material that at this moment our Science Division and the Academy use for synthesizing prototype serums? Spock and his commanding officers have also settled interplanetary disputes and been vital in restoring order in several interplanetary incidents. I fail to see the logic of your implications that Spock would have made greater contributions if he were not in Starfleet, Solor and Sudoc."

The Commissioners sat quietly, absorbing T'Pau's statements.

"What you request is quite elaborate and unnecessary, T'Pau," T'Dess remarked.

T'Pau had heard of enough of their excuses; it was time to pull out the big guns. She turned to T'Lara and reached for her Padd.

"I have no choice but to notify the president of the Federation of your decision. I believe he would like to know why the Vulcan High Command refuses to acknowledge Sarek and Spock. Or the fact that Vulcan has more at stake in the Federation's economy than many of its planets. Our annual income surplus can support the next three generations of Vulcans. This is so because of Sarek and Spock, two heirs of Surak, the Father of our fundamental principles."

Three of the Commissioners rose to their feet, their eyebrows arched. It was as much as they would allow themselves to express their shock.

"T'Pau, we recognize that your son and grandson are descendants of Surak, the architect of Vulcan's Great Awakening. Is it necessary to extort the commission?!" Solor demanded to know.

"I did not extort; I clearly explained my reasons for the request," T'Pau said. You and Sudoc failed to comprehend these reasons. I simply clarified my clan's position for you."

The seven Commissioners slowly looked around at each other. It was true that since the formation of the Federation of Planets, Vulcan had gained mining rights, established settlements, and forged lucrative trade agreements-due in great part to the diplomatic efforts of Sarek, as well as Spock.

" Your request is granted," T'Ara said.

"I am honored that the Commission has seen the value of my proposal, which includes all financial responsibility for accommodating guests and related matters."

"We will fulfill your requirements and arrange the reception."

T'Pau returned the Padd to T'Lara and slowly stood up with her cane. She bowed her head in gratitude.

"Dif-tor heh smusma, Commissioners of Vulcan."

"Sochya eh dif, S'chn T'gai T'Pau."

T'Pau and T'Lara walked out of the conference room, leaving behind seven solemn Commissioners.

"Are we so prejudiced that we failed to see the logic?" T'Dess asked.

The rest bowed their heads, silently acknowledging that they had been disrespectful, allowing prejudice to cloud their logic. Sarek and Spock of the S'chn T'gai clan had greatly expanded Vulcans' knowledge of and presence in the universe. The two had become respected among all races except their own.

"I will contact Starfleet Command to request that Commander Spock and his mate be released from duty to return to Vulcan for their bonding ceremony and the reception," T'Ara said.

"I will contact the Ministry of Economics to have assets released for the S'chn T'gai reception, Suter responded.

 

Chapter 5-Meeting the First Time by Uhura the 9th
Author's Notes:

Beta Reader: JSilver2000    

Summary: T'Pau went into battle for Spock to bring him home to have his bond with Nyota ceremonially confirmed and to have a reception on Altair VI provided by all of Vulcan (after a just a smidgen of blackmail).    

Over the next couple of days, the word that Spock had bonded with a Terran female spread throughout the provinces of Vulcan. The other new event was the new title that Sarek and Spock acquired; "S'haile" and the respect behind it. And the fact the new respect being shown because of it. Amanda was beside herself; she couldn't believe how quickly and easily things fell into place. Sarek shared the results of his plan to have Spock's reception on Altair VI and the fact that T'Pau had convinced the Council to finance the event. In Amanda's mind, it was long overdue. Vulcan should celebrate what Spock, as well as Sarek, had done for the people of Vulcan. It would turn out to be a family event, but between the festivities, Amanda had a new relationship to establish.

"Sevel."

"Yes, T'Amanda? How can I be of service?"

"Please find the location and com-link of the Uhuras of the United States of Africa."

Sevel's eyebrow rose. "It is an interesting name."

"It is the surname of Spock's wife; her family dwells there. I need to speak with them about the upcoming reception."

"As you wish, T'Amanda."

"Oh, Sevel! How are your wife and child?"

"They are well; the child continues to develop normally."

"Thank you, Sevel. That will be all; your service honors us."

With that, Sevel bowed his head and went to seek information on the Uhuras.


A couple of hours later; back on Earth, in a small condominium in the United States of Africa, a handsome woman was completing her university work, grading student's work, adding information to her research and sipping tea. Her com-link lit up. She quickly observed two things:

First, it was private line. Second, it was from Vulcan. She couldn't remember any family or friends currently on Vulcan; the Enterprise is somewhere out in deep space probably in some unknown galaxy; so she wondered who could be calling.

Saana pressed the button for the incoming com-link connection. A woman appeared on the screen. She had salt and pepper hair, but her tanned face gave her a youthful look. Her eyes were bluish-gray; she had wrinkles at the corners because she was smiling, and pale pink lipstick. She had been a beauty in her youth, Saana could tell. Saana wondered who she was, and the two of them stared at each other for a moment.

"Hello. Are you Saana Uhura?"

"Yes, I am Saana Uhura."

"My name is Amanda Grayson."

Saana looked puzzled; she tilted her head ever so slightly, wracking her memory for the face on the screen.

"Your name sounds familiar. How can I help you?"

"Well, your daughter is married to my son!" Amanda said whimsically.

Saana again looked puzzled, in response to that statement "What? I don't understand? My daughter is married, but she is married to a Vulcan."

"I know, my son!" Amanda's smile widened as she watched shock spread over Saana's face. Saana covered her mouth with both hands while she tried to process the woman's statement.

"Commander Spock is YOUR SON?"

Amanda started to laugh. "I get that a lot. I gave birth to him, so according to natural law, he's mine."

Saana saw her reaction and started to giggle too. "Please forgive my manners; it's nice to meet you."

Amanda gave a small laugh from the recognition; "The same to you; I thought it was time I sought you out."

"I'm glad you did! Have you seen the holo-vids of their wedding?"

"Oh yes; they are a lovely couple, in my opinion."

"Your son looks so handsome in his formal robe."

"Thank you. Your daughter is quite beautiful in her wedding dress!" Amanda could see where Nyota got her looks and self-assurance from. Saana looked like an older version of Nyota and was still an attractive woman.

"Thank you! I'm so happy that Nyota found someone to love her; I can see it in their eyes!"

"Oh, you noticed that too? Only a mother could tell that about their children."

Amanda sighed with relief. This woman is approachable and easy to talk to.

"Nyota's dress is different. Is it traditional?"

"Some of the patterns in the dress are traditional designs, but it looks so elegant. I wonder where she got it?"

"All I know is that it's a relief that my only son is married." 'Not technically my only son, but that's another story, there is another.'

"Really, he's your only son? Nyota is my only daughter too. I always feared she would be alone in this world and universe."

"I felt the same way about Spock. Saana we have something in common, and I am pleased about that."

"Does Nyota know that you are calling me?"

"Neither of them knows that I have reached out to you, but I felt that I should, now that we are family."

"I guess they are both busy; at least they are together."

Saana gave Amanda a suspicious look. If her son is a Vulcan, she must be married to one. I'm not aware of any Vulcan-human marriages, except for one a long time ago. Saana's eyes opened wide and she covered her mouth again as she realized whom she was speaking with:

"Oh my, you're THAT Amanda Grayson! You are married to a Vulcan ambassador!"

Amanda started to giggle: "Yes, I'm THAT woman!"

"It was on all the media circuits that your courtship and marriage was the love story of the century!"

"Really? It didn't seem so at the time. Well, thank you. I fell in love with a fantastic man. But I wanted to talk to you and get to know you, since you will be part of the family."

"Oh yes, but are you on Vulcan?"

"I am. I have lived here since I've been married. I had my period of adjustments, like any marriage will have. But coming to Vulcan was my greatest challenge with culture and traditions, and one thing you'll notice that it is hotter and dryer here, but I somehow call it home."

"The weather sounds like Africa, I think we are friends already!" Saana was so excited, her mind racing about what's life like on Vulcan and the history with their people.

"Yes. But I need to talk to you about something."

"Sure! How can I help you, Amanda?"

"Well, you know both our children are in Starfleet on a five-year mission."

"Yes. That's the part that's bothers me. I won't meet my son-in-law for at least a couple of years."

"That's the same issue with Spock coming home to Vulcan with my new daughter-in-law. But there are some things happening here that could bring both Spock and Nyota to Vulcan; they are in the preliminary stages right now."

"What! That would be great! When do you think?"

"That's the problem; it might take weeks or months, but either way, I am making arrangements for you, Saana, to come to Vulcan to see them both!"

Saana's mouth dropped open, and tears filled her eyes. Just the thought of seeing her daughter and Spock made her heart leap with joy. Kayode would have been so happy to meet Spock, that he is a man of science.

"But... How are you going to do that? They are exploring the universe somewhere unknown?"

Amanda gave a sly smile. "Don't worry; plans are falling into place. And don't worry about your trip, either; it will be all expense paid."

"I can't let you do that."

"Trust me, marriage to an ambassador has it's privileges," Amanda said, giggling.

"WOW! This is amazing! I've been off Earth. I mean, I've been to the moon for a holiday, but that's nothing compared to going to Vulcan! Thank you, Amanda!"

"You're family now, and it's not a problem. Now I want to give fair warning."

Amanda's demeanor changed and her face took on a grave look.

"You need to be aware that people can be cruel; prejudice is alive and may wreak havoc with our plans. Some people will be biased about their marriage."

"Why? What's going on?" Saana asked with rising concern.

"Just think about when I married Ambassador Sarek. Do you remember how some people reacted? Well, they might react the same way to Spock and Nyota's marriage. The media circuits has a way of twisting and insinuating things that are not there and blowing things out of proportion. Earth really don't know how Vulcan people are, and they are very private race. Trust me it's for a reason. But I want you to be prepared for the media circus; the reporters were everywhere and bothered almost everyone in my family. It was ridiculous!"

"First, don't talk about your daughter to anyone you don't trust or know well. With family and coworkers, some can be helpful, but others might be prejudiced against such a marriage. If you must talk to the media, say something like 'No comment'.

"Second, they will try to manipulate you to reveal things about Nyota; they will scour your job, home, neighbors, family, and even the academies she attended. This happened with Sarek and me; it was very stressful, and it hurt my feelings when I learned how some people viewed us. I was young then, but now I have a voice and I can use it."

Saana drew a concerned look; "You think I will run into the same thing; I mean, will it get bad as you say?"

"I hope not, I really do, but if anything awful happens, promise me to contact Sarek or me on Vulcan via the San Francisco Embassy; they will help you."

Saana's countenance was now marked by worry; she thought about the bullying Nyota had endured her whole life and how she might have to face it again.

"OK, I think I can handle it; I hope."

"Saana, our children will need us to be strong for them. Some people won't like that they are married. Trust me; I am here for you."

"Thank you for the warning, Amanda!"

"Now that I've told you that, I feel relieved. You will be hearing from me soon about the preparations for the wedding reception. A Vulcan aide will come to help you with the transportation and documents. Remember, Vulcans are blunt and to the point; it's their nature."

"I haven't met a Vulcan personally. I have seen them on the media. They look intimidating."

"Yes, they give that appearance, but I think they are the most interesting race of people. They have the same family values as Terrans but adhere to an extremely strict code on displaying emotions."

"There's not much on them in our libraries; I don't want to offend them."

"You won't. You'll get used to them, and they are very helpful."

Amanda took a long look at Saana and saw a strong, independent woman who would do anything to protect her child. She was already looking forward to the possibilities of having a friend from Earth and talking shop.

"Thank you again, Amanda, for the warning and sound advice!"

"Not a problem! Welcome to the family!"

"Do Vulcans have last names?"

"Yes, it's S'chn T'gai."

Saana tried to pronounce it and it came out choppy.

Amanda chuckled. "Well, that's close enough, but keep practicing it. I can send you some typical Vulcan phrases for tourists to get you started with the language."

"Thank you; that would be nice."

"Saana, I have to go, but it's been wonderful chatting with you."

"You too, Amanda! Good afternoon!"

"Good evening! See you soon!"

The com-link closed; Saana leaned back in her chair and reflected on the conversation they'd just had.


Saana's POV

Saana sighed deeply. She was grateful to have met Amanda Grayson, who had stood up against a lot bias during her courtship with the Ambassador. Saana remembered Amanda's whirlwind romance, which had played out for the world to see. Some thought they brainwashed her or put her into some form of trance to get her to marry the Ambassador. From what she remembered, Sarek seemed very protective of her. She remembered that Vulcans age more slowly than Terrans. From the cultural and physical aspects, some people thought the two races weren't compatible. At the time, it hadn't mattered to her. Saana and her husband were in college then. Saana wondered whether Spock and Nyota would face the same nosiness and bias that Amanda and Sarek had. She hoped not. 'It wouldn't be fair. Nyota has been through so much!' Saana wondered who she could talk to about it. She decided to tell the Uhura side of the family. 'They are more practical and reasonable. Kayode's family members are mostly educated professionals; they accepted me with open arms during our courtship. Telling them that their favorite great niece and cousin is married to a scientist will thrill them.' Saana smiled about that. Then she thought about her side of the family. The Buharis are a different story. They are a little more old-fashioned and biased. They cling to some of the outdated traditions. They never liked the Uhuras because they were educated; they considered them uppity. Her own family members were stiff-necked and rude about anything that was not related to the old-world traditions. They didn't accept Kayode at first, especially her Great Aunt Chandis, who was tough as they come. She would criticize Kayode for every little thing he did or didn't do, simply because he was educated. Saana wondered if this close-mindedness would affect Nyota's husband. Could he deal with such a crazy family? Would he find the Uhuras and Buharis offensive? Maybe I should hold back from telling them-for now.

Saana took a deep breath, and wondered what the Vulcan family unit was like. Amanda said they were like Terrans and believed in families. "I don't think Vulcans are like my family! My family is nuts!" Saana said, laughing.

She went into her small kitchen and got some Earl Grey tea from the replicator. She sat down and sipped from her cup, wondering what the ceremony would be like. She had no idea what a Vulcan wedding was like. She had no idea, but she could have asked Amanda while they were speaking. Saana sighed, thinking about the missed opportunity. Then her com-link pinged. She retrieved the message, and it was from Amanda. She opened the message to see a list of phrases in a different language, with a note at the top:

-"Here are some simple greetings you can practice. They will help you when you come to Vulcan. Once again, it was nice meeting you.

-Your friend, S'chn T'gai Grayson Amanda"

Saana's face broke into a smile. She was eager to learn them and test them out before she left. She typed back: "Thank you, Amanda."

"Well, I'd better start learning now." She touched the first phrase, and the module's voice became active.

"'Dif-tor heh smusma" [Live long and prosper] is a standard Vulcan greeting similar to 'Hello' for Terrans."

Saana practiced the phrase and the module graded her performance-that brought a smile to her face.

"I'm going to like Vulcan!"


Amanda's POV

Amanda sighed with relief. Saana Uhura is a nice, interesting woman. She did read her bio-life knowing she was married and currently a widow. She didn't want to bring that up. She hopes that Saana will become a friend, confidant to her. Amanda did miss having a female friend to trust. Most females that she had encountered desired Sarek and she had to use all her diplomatic skills to fight them off. Amanda was feeling optimistic that she, her husband, and the great T'Pau would be able to pull off both the ceremony and the reception-if everything fell into place. She called Sevel on the intercom, and a minute later he entered her office with his Padd.

"How can I be of service, T'Amanda?"

"I would like an emergency standby trip for Saana Uhura from Earth to Vulcan. Once the reception has been cleared by the Vulcan High Command, please proceed with her transportation."

"It would be necessary for the passenger to leave from the embassy, and I would have to have her documentation prepared to avoid complications."

"Yes, Sevel. That would be perfect. Your service honors us." Amanda tilted her head politely.

"I am here to serve; I will proceed with your request." Sevel bowed his head and left with the information in his Padd.

Amanda went to the kitchen to get some Plomeek tea from the replicator. As she thought about her son, Spock, a smile formed on her face. He's finally getting a break in life. Amanda sat at the table and continued to reflect on the progress of the reception plans and the results of the S'oleh-nau accusation. She couldn't believe that T'Pring's family had agreed to the compensation for the Kal-i-farr. When Sarek had told her the news, she could hardly contain her reaction. Amanda had been awestruck by Sarek's account of T'Pau's wrangling of the Council. She had wanted to shout with joy-all because of T'Pau! That woman is something else! T'Pau needs to continue in her position in the Vulcan High Command. She has a way of making people see things her way.

Now she and Sarek would review the invitation list for Spock's reception. First on the list was the S'oleh-nau clan. A sly, long over due satisfied smile appeared on Amanda's face.

 

Chapter 6-The Meeting of Great Minds by Uhura the 9th
Author's Notes:

Summary: T'Ara didn't want to tangle with T'Pau again; she made it clear that Vulcan would honor Spock's marriage and his achievements. She had finally agreed that Spock had enhanced Vulcans' reputation and influence in multiple ways. Each civilization thinks it is the best in the universe, T'Pau reminded the Commissioners.

 

Admiral Komack

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Fleet Admiral Nimitz-is an imaginary charcter in my Star Trek World. 

 

 

 

Starfleet Command

T'Ara sent a visual message to Admiral Ian Fitzgerald at Starfleet Command. He was at his desk coordinating fleet movements with his aides when his comm unit beeped. Seeing that the message was from Vulcan, he wondered what the Vulcans wanted this time.

"Greetings, Admiral Fitzgerald," T'Ara said. "On behalf of the Vulcan High Command and the Vulcan people, I salute you. Live long and prosper. We have a request of great importance concerning Commander Spock, who serves on the USS Enterprise. It is of the utmost importance that he and his bride return to Vulcan to complete the wedding ceremony, which is required by our tradition. This ceremony is an important part of our culture and must respected by Starfleet regardless of our differences. As well, on behalf of all of Vulcans, S'haile-Prince Spock will be recognized for his services to his people and the Federation as a whole. The Vulcan High Command will be satisfied with no less than Commander Spock's immediate return to Vulcan participate in these ceremonies. We thank you for your prompt attention to such an abrupt request. We will provide more information upon Commander Spock's return. Your service honors us."

T'Ara gave the salute and faded from the monitor.

Fitzgerald's eyebrows rose and his mouth fell open. He couldn't believe what Vulcan was requesting. He turned to his computer and searched for the Enterprise's current orders. He tapped in the secret code in order to access the file and read their mission. The ship was patrolling the Neutral Zone. "Damn!" :he thought, running his hands through his hair. "I can't pull a ship away from patrol for one guy to get married! What in the HELL is going on?"

Fitzgerald looked at his aide Simmons and snapped, "Contact Admirals Nagumo, Komack, Quinn, and Upton right away. I want them on a conference call within the hour."

Simmons began typing Fitzgerald's order into his Padd and trying to reach the admirals' aides.

Fitzgerald hated dealing with any diplomat, but Vulcans were the worst.Commander Spock seldom takes leave, except for that strange one a couple of years ago. To this day, no one knows exactly what it was about. Except that he was supposed to get married then; isn't he already married? Fitzgerald tried to call up the file on the incident and found that it was sealed and inaccessible to him, which made him wonder if it was some form of secret mission. Maybe for Starfleet Intelligence? "Simmons!"

"Yes, Admiral?"

"Get me Commodore Raja from Starfleet Intelligence as well."

"Yes, sir."

About an hour later, Fitzgerald was sitting at a conference table surrounded by eight large monitors, five of which showed images of his guests.

"Gentlemen, thank you for joining me at such short notice."

"Is there a serious situation, Ian?" Admiral James Komack asked.

"How can we help you?" Admiral Akito Nagumo asked.

"I received a message from Vulcan requesting that Commander Spock return to his home planet for some ceremonies," Ian explained.

"Isn't the Enterprise on a mission?" Admiral Trenton Upton asked.

"Yes, the Enterprise is patrolling the Neutral Zone. Several years ago, the Enterprise was pulled from a mission to Altair VI and rerouted to Vulcan," [1] Fitzgerald said.

"Yes, I gave the order for the Enterprise to travel to Vulcan at that time, and Kirk diverted his ship there, Komack said. They stated it was a medical emergency, but Kirk went to Vulcan against my orders." Komack had been fuming at the time, thinking Kirk was going against orders, at the time it was an important mission. He had been just about ready to kick both Kirk and Spock out of Starfleet.

"Do you think that incident is connected to this one?" Quinn asked.

"I don't know, but we have figure out what the Vulcans want and why they want me to pull a starship from its mission to go back to Vulcan," Fitzgerald said. He turned to Commodore Gotam Raja.

"Raja, I invited you to this meeting to give us the background to this situation. Do you have a clue what is going on Vulcan?"

"Admirals, remember that Vulcan is one of the founding members the United Federation of Planets, Commodore Raja said; his voice was soft, but each word was precisely enunciated. "I can only say that Vulcan has strong connections to the Federation. Ambassador Sarek has made alliances with many of its members and is highly respected. He was a key asset at the Babel conference and many other diplomatic missions. Not once has he has used his position for personal or political gain. Our knowledge of Vulcan in general is limited; the Vulcan people are almost considered a closed society. You know only what they want you to know. They are a highly intelligent people and are not to be second-guessed."

"The question is, admirals, do we want to pull the Enterprise off its mission?" Quinn asked, looking puzzled.

Upton looked at the other admirals and saw the mixed messages on their faces. "But we need a solid reason to make that decision; they say it's ceremonial! Is that a good reason to take a starship off patrol?"

"I don't know; it depends on how we look at it," Nagumo said. "Ian, can you play the original message?"

Fitzgerald punched a button on the com unit and played the recorded message; T'Ara appeared before them.

"Greetings, Admiral Fitzgerald," T'Ara said. "On behalf of the Vulcan High Command and the Vulcan people, I salute you. Live long and prosper. We have a request of great importance concerning Commander Spock, who serves on the USS Enterprise. It is of the utmost importance that he and his bride return to Vulcan to complete the wedding ceremony, which is required by our ceremony is an important part of our culture and must respected by Starfleet regardless of our differences. As well, on behalf of all of Vulcans, S'haile-Prince Spock will be recognized for his services to his people ..."

"Did she say 'Prince'?" Komack asked.

"Did she mention a bride? She indicated that Spock's bride is on the Enterprise!" Quinn remarked. "There's nothing in Commander Spock's file about being some sort of royalty, is there?"

Fitzgerald asked the computer to bring up Spock's file and project it split screen in front of them. They saw that he was the son of Ambassador Sarek and Amanda Grayson. Fitzgerald quickly flipped through Spock's records and awards from Starfleet Academy, as well as those from his time in Starfleet, including commendations from his former commanders, his rise through the ranks, and his many achievements in science and exploration. But there was nothing on his immediate family background except his birth.

"I don't get it? We have everything the man has done since he left Vulcan, but nothing on his people's history!" Upton said.

"I know there is some connection to T'Pau," Komack added. "She's the one who orchestrated the Vulcan High Command's appeal to Starfleet for us to pardon the whole incident and record it as a leave of absence in Commander Spock's records."

"Gentlemen, if that's the case, there is a possibility that T'Pau is involved in this request as well. If so, gentlemen, I highly recommend granting it." Raja stated.

Quinn looked at Raja and demanded: "Clarify that, Commodore!"

"We all know that T'Pau and her husband at the time were among the founders of the United Federation of Planets, even though she turned down a position on the Federation Council for herself. She still holds considerable influence among the peoples of the Federation. Raja chuckled: "It's like saying no to your mother. She doesn't have to say anything or pull rank to get the results she's looking for."

"That doesn't make any sense!" Upton exclaimed.

"Sure it does," Raja replied. "My sources say that T'Pau is about the last person in the galaxy you want to run afoul of; she is the most highly respected Vulcan on her planet. No one on Vulcan wants to tangle with her either."

"Should we pull the Enterprise off her mission to return to Vulcan?" Fitzgerald asked.

The admirals were quiet for a moment; they knew if they made the wrong decision, they would be risking early retirement.

Nagumo saw the lost looks on their faces: "I think the fleet admiral should have the final say; this concerns the Federation. A screw-up here could affect all sorts of policies and relationships. It is a serious decision to take a Constitution class starship from its mission for one person to go home. This would an easy decision if this were a crisis involving an attack or relations with another planet or even a natural disaster! But to take someone home? I believe we have more important situations to deal with. The Enterprise should continue its mission and offer the Vulcans other alternatives."

"I'm worried about the fallout if we DON'T send the Enterprise to Vulcan," Fitzgerald snapped, looking grim. He needed to make the final decision. Maybe it would best to involve the Fleet admiral; the man can be so intimidating. He punched the intercom for his aide.

"Simmons!"

"Yes, Admiral."

"Contact Admiral Nimitz right away! Tell him it's an emergency!"

"Yes, SIR!"

Quinn was looking through Spock's file and commented, "I note that Commander Spock has never taken any form of shore leave, just three stays on Vulcan of three days each over twenty years of service. How does the man do it?"

"The man is an enigma," Upton said. "He keeps to himself and does a DAMN good job! It's just strange that he is requested to return to Vulcan during a critical mission."

"Gentlemen, I remind you that taking a cruiser out of commission for any length of time is critical," Komack said. "I think we need more information from the Vulcans about why this is so important."

The com unit lit up, and Fitzgerald answered it.

"Simmons here, sir. I have Admiral Nimitz available now."

"Put him on, Simmons."

Fleet Admiral Nimitz appeared on a monitor next to the lower-ranking admirals. His face was taut. He was a man who had seen battle and conflict.

"Good afternoon, Admiral Nimitz."

Chester Nimitz saw all his admirals on his viewer, meaning something was up. He wondered if something had happened at the Neutral Zone. The Romulans had been a pain in his butt recently; they had a knack for making his life miserable.

"Gentlemen, how can I be of service?"

Fitzgerald cleared his throat. This is not going to be easy; Nimitz is not a man to play with.

"I received a priority message from Vulcan; the Vulcan High Command is requesting that Commander Spock return to his planet for a wedding ceremony. The Enterprise is currently patrolling the outer edge of the Neutral Zone."

"And?"

"We need a decision on whether the Enterprise should be pulled from patrol, Sir." At that moment, Fitzgerald sent the recording to Nimitz. The fleet admiral reviewed the message and turned back to the men.

"Gentlemen, I don't see a problem," Nimitz said. "Have Commander Spock returned to Vulcan."

"With all due respect, Admiral, a personal event is not a valid reason to pull a vital resource such as the Enterprise from its mission," Nagumo stated flatly.

"Gentlemen, you are not looking at the long-range aspects of this; refusing the Vulcan High Command's request will cause intergalactic friction, which we don't need at this moment." Nimitz said sternly.

"I am not aware of any friction among the Federation," Upton said.

Nimitz took a deep breath, showing his disappointment of his senior officers. Public relations had a high priority in both Starfleet and the Federation, and it was important for the two organizations to support each other's missions.

"Gentlemen, you may have your opinions about Vulcan and how they do things there. But I'm telling you that the Vulcans have been our strongest ally in all the campaign we have been in. Correct me if I'm wrong, Commodore Raja, but isn't Vulcan the primary contributor to the Interplanetary Treasury?"

"You are correct, Admiral."

"Ever since the Intrepid Incident, [2] the Vulcans have contributed their technology to our military and science divisions in Starfleet," Nimitz said. "The Enterprise was the ship that found the cause of the destruction of the Intrepid, and Spock risked his life to determine how to destroy the creature. Do you know what he did? You have my permission to review his report on the amoeba creature that wiped out the Gamma 7A system. This thing was in the process of reproduction; it had already consumed dozens of solar systems. That man saved most or all of the Federation from destruction; he and the Enterprise saved billions of lives. His father, Ambassador Sarek, has been the prime peacemaker in the majority of interplanetary disputes for the past 50 years. Since the Intrepid incident, the Vulcans have been downright supportive of Starfleet. Their technology has vastly improved our security systems. They have had more open communications with the Federation of Planets and are the first to send aid to any planet in need. That incident somehow triggered the Vulcans to become more open-minded about Starfleet. Whatever their reasons, I want that open dialogue to continue-Raja, didn't you explain that to them?"

"Sir, I advised them to grant the Vulcans their request."

"Gentlemen, if Spock or Vulcan wants to set up a picnic on Jupiter, on an asteroid, or on Alpha Centauri, then GIVE IT TO THEM!" Nimitz shouted.

The five men sat quietly, melting in their chairs from Nimitz's blowback.

"This man of science, who never took a day off, is the first Vulcan in Starfleet to accomplish the things he has done. Always refusing promotion, no personal ambitions, no ego to bruise. If Vulcan wants him to go home, send him home. Damn it! The man needs it. Who did he marry?"

Fitzgerald wiped his brow; he didn't know: "I will find out, Admiral."

Chester shook his head in disappointment. "Listen, one of you is going to replace me one day; you need to take a wide view of the ever-expanding Federation. Many new Federation citizens will join the fleet as part of our outreach endeavors. Give anything and everything that the Vulcans request. Nimitz out."

The five other men watched Chester Nimitz fade from their monitors and exchanged worried looks.

Fitzgerald paged Simmons.

"Yes, sir?"

"Check the records; find out who Spock married."

"I will represent Starfleet in any discussions with Vulcan about this. I've dealt with them before in a situation like this with Commander Spock. I will need more information about this ceremony before I call the Enterprise to Vulcan. I will need to speak to T'Ara about what they need." Komack said somberly.

He realized that Nimitz had been making sense when talking about working with the Vulcans. They had become more agreeable about working with Starfleet. He also felt a little guilty about how Commander Spock had been treated during his Academy days. Komack had heard of some incidents that stemmed from prejudice; if Starfleet were to continue its expansion, that needed to be put to rest.

Upton, Nagumo, and Quinn sat silently, thinking about what Nimitz had said. They were military men, accustomed to exploration and the occasional conflicts that came with it. But they had not considered that the Federation of Planets was expanding and incorporating new planets and citizens from scores of species. New species were being found each day, requiring First Contact protocols designed to uphold the Prime Directive. Protecting these new planets and species would require an enormous amount of resources and cooperation from the founding members of the Federation.

Meanwhile, Nimitz sat in his chair, nursing a headache after listening to his senior admirals. He couldn't believe they had almost caused an intergalactic incident by offending the Vulcans. Terrans have this idea that they should be running the Federation and Starfleet. But every planet, every culture MUST have a seat at the table. Commander Spock is a prime example of how the cooperation of Vulcan benefits the entire Federation.


Two days later, a message from Vulcan describing the reception planned for Commander Spock's return was sent to Admiral Fitzgerald:

"Greetings, Admiral Fitzgerald," T'Ara said.

"Vulcan is grateful for your consent to allow Commander Spock and his bride, who is also an officer, to return to his home planet for their marriage ceremony and wedding reception. Vulcan has established a pavilion on Altair VI as the site of the reception. This is an invitation-only event. Invitations will be extended to high-ranking personnel in Starfleet and the Federation. We will require notification of acceptance by stardate 2269.2. The reception will proceed on stardate 2269.8; the Enterprise should arrive at Vulcan on stardate 2269.2. Time on Vulcan is allotted to prepare for the event. Once again, all of Vulcan extend their gratitude for your decision to support our endeavor.

"Live long and prosper. T'Ara out."

A few moments later, Nimitz contacted Fitzgerald:

"Hello, Ian. How are you progressing on the Vulcan issue?"

"Well, Chester, Upton is in the process of diverting the Potemkin to replace the Enterprise on patrol," Fitzgerald said. "The Potemkin is almost done with its mission. Komack is trying to chase down a marriage license for Commander Spock. And Vulcan just announced that the wedding reception is about four weeks away and that the Enterprise has about three weeks to get Spock and his bride there."

"That's progress," Nimitz said. "I just received an invitation to attend the reception, and multiple members of the Federation have also been invited. With that in mind, we will have the Enterprise drop the couple off at Vulcan and then ferry delegates and dignitaries to the reception on Altair VI."

"Wow! It will be some reception!" Fitzgerald said. "Is the president invited?"

"Yes, he was the first," Nimitz said. "Do you now understand why this was permitted, Ian?"

"Yes, Chester," Fitzgerald responded. "I see it now."

"The Vulcan High Command has also requested that the Enterprise remain in orbit around Vulcan after the reception to have parts of the ship refitted."

"Excuse me, sir? Is it wise to keep the Enterprise out of commission so long?"

"I am aware of your concerns, Ian. This came from T'Pau herself, She says it's a wedding gift," Chester said, chuckling.

"Yes, sir," Fitzgerald replied, muffling a sigh.

Fitzgerald transferred the message and information to Admiral Komack, who was in the process of breaking radio silence to contact the Enterprise. They're going to take their time coming back. It is just ridiculous to remove the Enterprise from duty! He told his aide to send the Enterprise a priority one message.


[3] Meanwhile on the Enterprise:

Uhura adjusted her earpiece to better hear the alarming message. She turned to the captain:

"Captain Kirk, I have a priority one message from Starfleet."

Kirk jumped from his chair and walked up the steps to Uhura's station.

"What does it say?"

"Your eyes only, Captain. Priority one, sir."

"Send it to the Ready Room."

"Yes, Sir."

Kirk leaves to the Ready Room, where he coms Uhura to transfer the message.

"OK, Lieutenant Uhura, pipe it in."

"Yes, Captain."

Admiral Komack's image appeared on the monitor.

"Captain Kirk."

"Admiral Komack."

Kirk was looking at an unhappy man. Something is up. I hope it's not a secret mission, or worse, an undercover secret mission. [4]The last one almost provoked my crew to mutiny!

"We are aware that the Enterprise is on patrol, but we had to break transmission silence."

"It must be urgent then, sir."

"Starfleet Command requires some clarification and status report on a situation, Kirk."

Komack continued to look annoyed.

"Recently, Vulcan and the Federation have been giving us flack about one of your officers, well, actually two. Starfleet Command wants verification."

"Yes, Admiral, which officers and what do you want to know about them?"

"First, the Vulcan High Command claims that Commander Spock is married? Starfleet has no such record."

Kirk was shocked, but tried to keep his composure. He adjusted his tunic before answering the man.

"Yes, Admiral Komack. Commander Spock is married. The marriage has been registered with Starfleet."

Komack gave a sigh of relief and his face relaxed a bit.

"That explains some of the things that are happening here. Kirk, the Vulcans are requesting that Commander Spock and his spouse return to his home planet for some form of ceremony. At first, we were unaware that the Commander had married. Vulcan claims that he has. Starfleet Command is honoring their request. Kirk, your orders are to transport Commander Spock and his wife to Vulcan for a ceremony. Then the Enterprise is to report to Starfleet Command to ferry dignitaries to Altair VI for a reception. The Enterprise is now a representative of the United Federation of Planets and Starfleet, and it will be at the disposal of Vulcan until after the ceremony is completed."

Kirk couldn't believe what he was hearing. The Enterprise is being pulled from patrol.

"Excuse me, Admiral. Could another transport ship rendezvous with the Enterprise and take Commander Spock to Vulcan?"

"Negative, this supersedes your current mission, Kirk. Since the Intrepid incident, Vulcan has become more open in their relationship with and in regard to sharing their technology with Starfleet. An improved relationship has been established, and we at Starfleet would like to continue it."

Kirk stood there, processing the information. He suddenly realized that there might be more to this request.

"Admiral Komack, Mr. Spock has been in Starfleet for over twenty years. Won't he find it strange to be dismissed from duty?"

"Kirk, Vulcan practically demanded that Starfleet bring Mr. Spock back to his home planet. Apparently, your science officer is some sort of royalty. His father, Ambassador Sarek, is considered a lord or something, I think Sa-halia or hail? As it was presented to us, Mr. Spock is a prince, and the Vulcans want to celebrate his marriage."

"A PRINCE!? SPOCK!"

Kirk's eyebrows did their best impression of Spock's as he realized there was more to his Vulcan friend then he knew.

"His family has strong connections to the Federation, especially to the president. The ceremony will take some time to arrange, so the Enterprise will have three weeks to arrive at Vulcan. Kirk, I want this to go smoothly. Make sure Commander Spock and his wife arrive safely."

Kirk let out a deep sigh, but was not entirely displeased that the ship was being pulled from the Neutral Zone.

"Yes, sir. I'll get him there."

"By the way, who did Commander Spock marry?"

"Our communications officer, Lieutenant Uhura."

It was Komack's turn for his brows to rise in surprise.

"Really? Lieutenant Uhura-our code breaker for the Klingon and Romulan languages?"

"Yes, sir. She's the one."

Komack knew of Uhura's record and her beauty. Many men were found her attractive, and now she had left broken hearts everywhere. Komack was surprised by the match.

"I've heard of her and her exemplary work for Central Intelligence," he said. "You have your orders, Kirk; see you in three weeks. Komack out."

Komack was amazed that Commander Spock had married the code breaker Uhura. He sent coded messages to the other admirals to let them know that the Enterprise had been contacted and was en route to Vulcan.

This is going to be an interesting reception, Komack thought. He was proud to have a man like Commander Spock in the service, despite the last encounter with Kirk diverted against his orders.

 

End Notes:

 

Star trek TOS:

[1]"Amok Time"

[2]"The Immunity Syndrome"

[4]"The Enterprise Incident"

[3]Note: direct dialogue in this story is from "The Battle for Spock," part 2, chapter 34.

 

Chapter 7-Back in the Saddle by Uhura the 9th
Author's Notes:

Battle for Spock, Part 3, Chapter 7

Beta Reader:Jsilver2000

 

              Dr. Saana Uhura

                                                 Reuben Achebe

 

 

Summary: Now we are up to date: (based on the last chapter) Spock and Uhura are on a slow (3-week) journey to Vulcan. But things are happening during those 3 weeks. But things are happening during those 3 weeks. The 3 weeks are broken down into different scenes that will entwine to later chapters. Now we have two happy mothers, Amanda and Saana, expressing their excitement about their children's marriage. All of Vulcan is aware that S'haile Sarek and Spock are descendants of the great Surak and will finally be recognized for their service to Vulcan and the Federation, and Spock's bonding to Nyota will be celebrated as well. T'Pau has gotten satisfaction from the S'oleh-nau clan for T'Pring's behavior during the Kal-i-fee incident. Saana is in a peaceful place right now, unaware of what is to come.    

 

 

First Week: Part 1-Back in the Saddle

The day after her lengthy talk with Amanda Grayson, Saana busied herself around her house. She did her chores, humming happily as she went. She downloaded the three holo-vids of Nyota and Spock, placed them in seamless frames, and hung them up around her condo. She downloaded them again to her PADD so she could take them to work on Monday. A big smile formed on her face at the thought of seeing her daughter married and happy. She had high hopes for a successful marriage.

Saana thought about her marriage to Kayode, the way they fell in love as teenagers about to go to college. Then Starfleet offered an opportunity for people to utilize their skills, and Kayode took it. They were prosperous for a while; they had a beautiful wedding that both families attended. The sad part was that her side of the family had never liked the Uhuras. The Buharis considered the Uhuras to be upper class and were arrogant. Saana generally respected her family, but not when it came to Kay; he was her whole world. Saana and Kayode became a successful couple and proud parents. Every now and then her side of the family would shun them by not inviting them to family gatherings. But that made no impact on the love between the three of them; they created their own party. Saana's brother Zurberi was the only one who refused to be part of the family's hatred and openly embraced Kayode. Kay would hold her and declare that Saana was his one and only and that they were the perfect family. A tear formed and slid down Saana's face as her memories flashed by.

"There's no one like him. He treated me like a queen-his one and only."

Kay had often told her to be strong in bad situations; his death had been the very worst situation. "Kayode, I miss you so much." His side of the family, the Uhuras, had encouraged Saana to move on with her life. They thanked her for loving their son and blessing them with an intelligent granddaughter. Although they had given their blessing to move on, Saana respected and honored the Uhuras; she still felt a strong tie to them. "They have insight," she thought, taking a deep breath and dusting a portrait of Kayode.

After Saana completed her chores, she took a shower and got dressed to go into town for some shopping. She was in such a good mood, she decided to treat herself to some shopping. "I deserve a new dress and shoes; as a matter of fact, I think I'll treat myself to lunch too!," she said to herself. Her daughter's news had brought this new mood on, and she wanted to celebrate. She stepped out of her house into the bright sunshine; she put on her shades and hat and took a stroll into Grahamstown. A rare cool breeze passed over her, like a whisper, giving Saana peace. She didn't know where it came from, but it touched her heart and soul.

As she was walking, she was greeted by her neighbors, and she waved back at them with a smile on her face. When she reached town, more people greeted her, but one man her age was particularly glad to see her. Reuben was a handsome man with salt-and-pepper hair, chocolate mocha skin, and a winning smile. He came out of the barbershop to intercept her:

"Good afternoon, Saana! How are you on this fine day?"

"Well, Reuben! How are you?"

"I'm doing well now-now that I've spotted you," Reuben said, giving her his most winning

smile.

Saana didn't know how to take Reuben. She had known him for years. He had often tried to ask her out, but Saana had never been interested. But today, being in such a good mood, she wanted to share her joy with someone. Saana gave Reuben a warm smile after his statement.

"You say that to everybody; you have a business to run."

"How is your daughter, the one in Starfleet?"

"I'm so happy for Nyota! She has just gotten married to one of the officers on her ship!"

"Wow! Congratulations-this is cause for a celebration! Please, let me treat you to lunch!"

Saana thought about it for a moment. "What harm could come of it? Reuben is a nice, handsome man, and I'm feeling kind of attractive today. Maybe someone to share my happiness wouldn't be a bad idea.

"Okay, Reuben! I would like that-but only if we share the bill."

Reuben's eyes lit up; he had never expected Saana to say yes. He'd been asking her out for years. His mouth became dry, and he was slow to respond. He'd been dreaming about Saana since the day she moved into the neighborhood.

"I can close my shop now, and we can go!"

"It won't be a long lunch, Reuben. I have some shopping to do."

"Sure, wait here or come in while I clean up and close the shop!"

Reuben led Saana into his shop, Reuben was one of those people who liked the old-fashioned ways. His shop was very clean, with advanced equipment for face shaving, but he still used the time-honored tools of his trade to cut hair by hand. He enjoyed interacting with his clients while trimming and shaping their hair, and they appreciated his human touch. Reuben quickly picked up a few towels. He took off his apron and folded it before placing it on a shelf. Then he slipped

into the bathroom to check his face and hair and to wash his hands. Reuben was about the same age as Saana-in his mid-50s-which was still considered young in the twenty-third century. But Reuben had a deep crush on Saana. In his opinion, this lunch date was a blessing in disguise. He dried his hands and went to take his dream date out to lunch. They smiled at each other.

"I'm ready, Saana. Any place special you want to go?"

"Just the deli down the block. It's just a friendly lunch, Reuben."

As they started walking, they continued to talk:

"I know. I just didn't think you would say yes."

"Why not? Aren't you my friend? I've known you for years."

As they were walking, Reuben put his hands in his pocket, like a teenager trying to talk to a girl for the first time. He hoped he wasn't striking out.

"Sure! We're friends, and we look out for each other."

They walked into the deli and sat in a booth. Menus appeared the moment they sat down. They both ordered a sandwich and drink; exactly one minute later, their lunches came out of the replicator. Reuben tried to insert his credit, but Saana stopped him.

"I will not have any of that, Reuben; you promised!"

"Yeah, but this a celebration of your daughter's marriage. Please let me do this."

Saana looked at him quizzically and conceded.

"Okay, but only if you promise that I can treat you next time."

"DEAL!"

They sat there, enjoying their lunch and talking about small things: Reuben's business and the goings-on in the lives of his kids-three full-grown adults who worked off-planet. Reuben is a grandfather; he had lost his wife years back. The barbershop kept him busy, but when he had noticed Saana Uhura a few years back, he had instantly become attracted to her. Now he hoped the friendship would grow into a relationship. Reuben felt like the bear in the honey pot; he was thrilled that the woman of his dreams was having lunch with him. He desired to move this friendship a little further along.

"Saana, um-are-are you seeing anyone-like dating?"

Saana froze with her sandwich in mid-air when she heard his question. She looked at Reuben quizzically and wondered where this was leading.

"I haven't dated anyone or even thought about it since Kayode's death."

She was content with her current life. Nyota, her only concern-and the only legacy of her beloved Kayode-was now married.

They continued eating and making small talk about current events. Saana was hoping that Reuben wouldn't mention dating again. But before they left, he reached across the table and took hold of one of her hands, holding it gently.

"Saana, I've been admiring you for some time, and I hope we can continue our friendship. But if you don't mind, I'd like to call on you from time to time."

Saana felt the warmth of his hands and sincerity and gentleness of his voice. She hadn't thought much about her loneliness-until now. She gave Reuben a warm smile. Saana knew she wasn't ready; no one could ever replace the true love of her life.

"I don't know, Reuben."

"Just say you will think about it. I think you are a wonderful and beautiful woman. Our children have moved on, and we are free to have a meaningful relationship."

"He is right about that," she thought.

"Let me think about it. This is new to me, and I don't want to hurt your feelings."

"If nothing else, can we at least continue being friends and maybe have more lunches together?" Reuben asked.

"That would be nice; we could start there." Saana said, giving him a warm smile.

"I'd better go and finish my shopping," Saana said, getting up and putting her sunglasses and hat back on.

"I want to thank you for our lunch," she said. "And remember-I'm paying next time."

"Saana, the pleasure was all mine. Thank you for accepting."

Reuben took one of her hands, held it to his lips, and kissed her knuckles. He looked into her eyes and gave her another of his winning smiles.

"Until then, Saana."

Saana felt flushed. She walked around the corner to continue with her shopping. As she entered the dress store, she thought "Maybe it's time I DO live a little."


On Monday, Saana returned to the South African University of Rhodes, where she had worked for the past twenty-five years. She was a leading authority in the field of anthropology and was currently doing research on one of the lost tribes of Igbo. Saana would take her graduate students as assistants on some of her research trips so they could gain experience and write their theses on their findings. Saana was not some dainty woman who needed to be pampered; she was ready and willing to get dirty, climb into caves, and fall into the occasional mud hole. She could pull her own weight. Her classes were always full of eager students wanting to learn how to excavate sites and preserve artifacts.

On this day, Saana wore a sleeveless yellow sheath dress that contrasted with her mocha skin. Her coworkers noticed that she seemed to have a new outlook on life. She greeted her peers and students as she strolled down the hall with a bag full of PADDs to work on. One of her colleagues, Dr. Nelson Banks, a younger man with a growing family, greeted her:

"Good morning, Saana! How was your weekend?"

"Actually it was really nice. I had lunch out and did a little shopping."

Banks was stopped in his tracks by her response: "Whoa, that's different for you! What brought that on?"

"My daughter, Nyota, got married a couple of weeks ago."

"Well, congratulations are in order! That is a good reason to celebrate! Did you do any work over the weekend?"

"Oh yeah. I finished those reports and started working on another research project."

"Oh, Saana, you are so committed! I don't know how you do it," Nelson said, chuckling at her.

"I've always liked my job. How are your wife and kids, Nelson?"

"My two boys are going up so fast-they make me feel old!"

They both laughed.

As Saana and Nelson walked down the hall, he asked, "Do you have class today?"

"Yes, I have two classes to teach today; and you?"

"Yes, I have a couple as well. Look at the time-I'm running late! I'll see you later, Saana."

"You too, Nelson, . Have a good day!"

That was the most Saana had shared with anybody at her job. She always had kept to herself, but Nyota's marriage had sparked new life in her and the start of new beginnings. Saana went to her office, sat down at her desk, set up her PADDs, and leaned back in her chair. She was happier than she'd been in quite a while as she looked forward to the day she would meet her new extended family. Saana pulled out a vid-photo of Nyota and Spock, placed it on her desk like a trophy, and stared at it with a smile. Then Saana glanced at the image of her husband and traced a finger around the frame:

"You would be proud, Kayode! Your baby is married now. Can you believe she's married to a Vulcan? That's a whole new species. I wish I could have been part of the wedding and given her away for you. Plans are coming together for me to meet him and his family. Our baby is safe now; I hope I did a good job, Kayode."

A tear ran down her cheek as Saana sniffled.

Her week was smooth sailing. Her job was sometimes tedious, but she generally enjoyed the work and found it rewarding. By Wednesday, Saana was tired but content. She was sitting at her desk at work, finishing up one of the projects on her PADD, when she received a com-link from Reuben. She clicked to receive him.

"Hello, Reuben. How are you?"

"I'm fine, Saana. I'm just checking with you to see how your work is going."

"I'm in the process of calling it a day; I'm going home to find something to eat."

"If you're not too tired, I would like to take you to a small bistro where they cook Italian food."

Saana thought about it for a moment, wondering whether to take the next step with Reuben.

"Maybe I should give dating a try. Just once."

"Okay. I think I would like that."

"Remember, I'm treating because I asked you first!" Reuben said, chuckling.

"What time?"

"How about 7 p.m.?"

"What's the name of the place, so I can meet you there in case I'm late."

Saana was not ready for him to show up at her door; they were just friends. Even though she'd known him for some time, dating was something she hadn't done since her teenage years.

"It's called Grazie Restaurant; it's on Bamboo Street in town."

"Sounds good. Now let me go, so I can be there on time. Thank you for inviting me."

Reuben smiled widely, showing his handsome face.

"Thank you for accepting; see you soon, Saana."

Saana packed up her things and left her office to go home to bathe and change. Getting ready to go out was new to getting back into the dating game. She quickly styled her hair. She didn't mind the silver streaks that shined in her hair. She had a youthful face and a full hourglass figure that a less modest woman might have shown off with clothes that hugged her body. Saana chose a loose-fitting turquoise jumpsuit and accented it with a silver charm bracelet. When she was ready, she took the shuttle to downtown Grahamstown. The restaurant was just a short walk away. When she arrived, Reuben was waiting outside for her. When he saw Saana approach, his mouth watered and his eyes widened. "She is so beautiful."

"Reuben, why are you staring at me?"

"Saana if you don't know-have you looked in the mirror lately?"

Saana gave a quizzical look, thinking something was wrong with her appearance. "Is-is there something on my face?" she asked, raising a hand to her cheek.

Reuben flashed her a huge smile: "Saana, I don't know how long it's been since someone told you, but you are a very beautiful woman."

Saana's cheeks flushed and she giggled. "Reuben, you are not serious!"

"I'm afraid so. Let's go eat; they are waiting to seat us."

He escorted Saana into the restaurant. It was a small, quaint restaurant with an old Italian theme. Artificial salami and cheese, along with grapevines, hung from the walls and ceiling. Wine racks were placed throughout the room. A musician strolled through the place playing a violin. And the restaurant used actual people as waiters and cooks. Inhaling a heavenly aroma, Saana could tell that real ingredients, instead of synthesizers, were used to make the food. But best of all, the atmosphere was warm and receiving; it gave off a romantic vibe, as Reuben had planned.

"This is a nice place, Reuben! It has a warm feeling to it."

"I used to come here when I had time. I've spent my spare time visiting my children the past couple of years."

"Wow! It's nice that you have the time to visit your children."

Saana felt a little sad, thinking of how she couldn't just visit Nyota whenever she had the urge. Her daughter was usually in deep space, who knew where.

"Nyota visits me here about every three years or so. I really miss her."

"Of course you do; every parent does, no matter how old their kids get to be."

Saana looked up into Reuben's eyes and acknowledged his comment. He understood how she felt about her daughter.

"I totally agree with you."

"Maybe one day, if Nyota returns to Earth, and my children come to visit, we could have a cookout or something."

"That sounds really nice."

Saana wondered if she was reading more into it than was there. When you start meeting family members. you're announcing some form of relationship. Am I ready for that now? Is this too soon?"

The waiter came with their food, and they dug in, finding it delicious. They sipped wine, talking about their personal lives and events around the world and the universe. Saana saw a nice businessman before her and welcomed the friendship. "Reuben's not like those hard corporate types who would do anything for a profit. He's a kind and sensible man."

After dessert and coffee, they walked to a nearby park and strolled around, enjoying the warm evening. Reuben was emboldened and reached for her hand to hold; Saana didn't resist. His hand felt warm; it was a strange sensation for Saana after all these years-the touch of another man's hand on her skin. It was new to her, and she briefly wondered if she had betrayed Kayode. She let him hold her hand for a few more minutes and then gently released his. Saana turned to Reuben:

"I want to thank you for dinner and a lovely conversation. But this is all new to me; it's always been Kayode since I was a teenager."

"I understand," Reuben said. "I know you and your husband shared a life together, and I respect you for that. If you wish, I will take it very slowly-just-I would like to continue to see you as friends, until you want to-make it more."

Saana looked into his eyes and saw the warmth in them, but she needed to be honest: "Thank you, Reuben. I think it's best that we take it slow."


During the following week, she received a message and the gift of a tropical plant from Reuben, who thanked her for a nice lunch and dinner and expressed the hope of seeing her again the coming weekend. After closing the com-link, Saana smiled and began to wonder if anything could come of their budding relationship. She chuckled at the plant and thought, "He IS trying really hard, isn't he?"

 

Chapter 8- The Good Ship Enterprise by Uhura the 9th
Author's Notes:

Beta Reader:Jsilver2000
Summary:
 Saana has just started to live life again, meeting and having lunch with an acquaintance in town. She's been living in the shadows too long; since her daughter's marriage, Saana has stepped into the light. Now we turn to other scenes on the Enterprise.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Back to Vulcan-Week 1: part 2-The Good Ship Enterprise

Meanwhile on the Enterprise:

The Enterprise continued her slow journey to Vulcan. The crew is ecstatic about the news that Commander Spock and Lieutenant Uhura had married. But Spock and Uhura are continued to perform their duties as they did before they were married.

"Docking procedures completed for the cargo ship Zama, Sir";Nyota said, taking her earpiece out to relay the message.

"Have the landing bay crew start their process of unloading Lieutenant. Notify me when it is are completed." Kirk ordered from his swivel chair.

"Yes sir," she said, placing the earpiece back in her ear and giving instructions to the crew.

" Mr. Sulu, maintain distance and hold her steady"

"Aye, sir."

Spock stepped down to the command chair and handed the captain the cargo supply list for him to sign.

"Thanks Spock, anything important about the supplies we should know?" Kirk asked, reviewing the list and signing off.

"No Captain. It's just the standard food supplies, repair equipment, and personnel supplies."

"Please continue, Mr. Spock," Kirk said giving him back the signed PADD.

"Captain, Dr. McCoy has requested that you see him when you are available."

"Why didn't he page me?"

"Unknown Captain-Dr. McCoy's request was about a private matter."

Kirk looked up at Spock with a smirk: "Thanks, Mr. Spock. Carry on."

After the shipment has been cleared, Spock headed to the lower decks like a man on a mission. He displayed his famous stoic look as he walked. He entered the quartermaster's room and :he chief officer greeted him.

"Good afternoon Commander Spock, how can I help you?"

"Several packages were sent here for clearance and I am here to retrieve them."

"Yes, I just cleared them sir, I get them for you."

All personal packages required clearance from security and the quartermaster for safety. Spock was the one who made sure they were checked during docking with the Zama. He had waited for the delivery. Another gift for his beloved. The chief returned with packages and gave them to Spock.

"There you go, Sir, good day."

"Thank you, Chief. Carry on."

Spock wasn't versed in small talk or sediment that would lead to more conversation. He avoided at all costs. He enjoyed only certain conversations that have meaning for him. Humans entertain themselves in these brief conversations. Spock took three large boxes to his quarters.


A little while later, Kirk wandered down to sickbay to meet McCoy in his office.

"I heard you wanted to see me 'Bones."

"I did. I'm glad your here, but you're not going like what I'm going to tell you."

Kirk be gave him a serious face, McCoy got up and secured the door. He turned and folded his arms across his chest, giving Jim a stern look.

"Listen, Christine is not taking Spock and Uhura's marriage well. She's edgy-nervous one minute and then snapping, snarling, and yelling the next. The other nurses are complaining about her behavior, and they all trying to switch their schedule to avoid her. And I'm telling you again: Christine is a damn good head nurse."

"What do you want me to do? I mean- do you want to reprimand her to get over it?"

"Jim this is serious! She's not eating and she is definitely showing signs of depression. I don't want to pull her from her duties; she says staying in her quarters makes it worse."

"Bones, how can I help you? I'm not a medical doctor?"

McCoy took a deep breath. He didn't want to do it, but he didn't have a choice: "I'm notifying you that I am ordering her to receive psychiatric treatment for her depression until further notice, after the evaluation then we will determine if Christine needs more treatment to a facility to help her."

McCoy had to do it, he was taking a risk, knowing how Christine going to react. He didn't want to hurt her more than she already had been. She was the only nurse who put up with his grumpiness and more importantly, the only one who could put him in his place. "If she continues to medical school, she'll make a great doctor. But right now her mental and physical health was my primary concerns. If only Christine could let her feelings for Spock go."

"Okay, Bones. Write the report and send it to me. Who do you recommend for a psychiatrist?"

"I'll give her to Dr. Robinson; she's good. I will inform Christine in person. I don't want this in her files."

"What will you put instead?"

McCoy gave Jim a quizzical look, and then a slow smile: "Don't you worry-I'll take care of that so she doesn't feel like a patient."

"Thanks Bones, I think she'll appreciate that. Like I said, I don't want to lose good personnel. Is there anything else?"

"That about covers it. I'll give you an update if anything changes."

Jim flashed Bones a conspiratorial smile; "You know we have dinner with Mr. and Mrs. Spock sometime next week?"

"I know. It should quite interesting how those two get along." McCoy scratched his head; "It's amazing; I swear Spock is smiling lately."

They both laughed, that breaks the tension over Chapel. Bones give Jim a quizzical look.

"What else Bones? You giving me that look!" Kirk folds his arms across his chest, waiting for his friend to reply.

"First of all-DAMN IT! How did Spock get Christine all messed up in the first place. He's just a Vulcan!"

"Bones you are blind? He's a man first-then green-blooded. Women find him as attractive as any other man. Maybe they curious how he-operates in the bedroom."

McCoy turns away from him, picked up a file disk, and huffs: " SPOCK? If you say so-Jim. Never seen a case this bad of a broken heart."

Kirk placed his hand on Bones' shoulder, and looked him in the eye. "Yes, you have. I've seen worse my friend and - so have YOU!"

With that Kirk left.

Leonard McCoy has his reasons for looking out for Nurse Chapel, he planned on helping her the best he could, with the authority he could use. He had tried to warn her multiple of times of her affection towards Spock, and it fell on deaf ears. Now the woman was paying for it. Yeah, he knows the stabbing pain of a broken heart, he'd been there and was still suffering from the after math. During his bitter divorce, he had tried to drink himself to death. But it was his precious daughter Joanna brought him back from the brink of that dark abyss. After that, Joanna-and Starfleet-were all he had left.


Meanwhile, a couple was taking leisurely stroll through the corridors of the ship, wearing their casual clothes. Nyota wore a form fitting purple top with matching plazzo pants that flowed as she walked. While Spock wore a grayish thigh-length tunic and loose pants. Not too many people have seen Spock out of uniform before, so the couple caught the attention of the crewmen as they passed. Spock walked with his hands clasped behind his back, basking in Nyota's presence. This was new to Spock. He head was turned slightly towards his wife, who was pleased to have a moment together. Nyota had told him that she wanted the crew to see them together so they would understand that they were compatible. When some of the crew addressed him as "Prince Spock," he sighed and attempted to correct them. Spock did not find it humorous and was not sure of the sentiment behind it. Nyota smiled and explained that they were just showing respect and said that it would grow on him. Spock did not voice his doubts on that subject.

Spock watched as Nyota greet fellow crewmen, he would incline his head in acknowledgment and endure their greetings. The couple ended up at the recreation room, where they became engaged. The room was dim-lit, and a few people walking around chatting. Spock and Nyota went to the observation portal and looked out into space as the stars passed by them. Spock could hear the low humming of the engines below them and calculate how fast they were going. But at this moment, with his bondmate beside him, his thoughts were focused only on her.

Nyota was deeply touched, this was the place where her life had changed forever. This was the man who had her heart and soul in his hands. She expressed her thoughts and emotions through their bond-it felt as if a ball of warmth, safety, and contentment had engulfed the two of them. Spock was touched by her sentiment, her feelings about this place of commitment. He knew this place would always have significance for them. They watched the stars pass by during their shared moment. He held up his two fingers an invititation; Nyota glanced up with a tear in her eye and placed her fingers against his order to perform the ozh'esta. The love passed through their marital bond like a calm river flow. Spock struggled to breathe; he had never felt such- such love. He continued marvel over this relationship with Nyota as she smiled at his revelation.

After a while, the loving couple returned to their quarters to rest before their next shift. Spock turned toward Nyota, who gazed at her husband expectantly.

"The Captain has requested again for us to dine with him and the rest of our wedding party."

"I think that's a good idea. Did he say when?"

"I presume within the next couple of days; I will inform him of your response."

"Do you want to go?"

"Nyota, Captain Kirk, and Dr. McCoy's intentions are to imply how I conduct myself in our marriage."

"What do you mean?"

Spock cleared his throat: "They would like clarity on our sexual relations."

Nyota laughed and thought about those two really like to tease her man; she remembers events on the bridge where Spock was the prime target to Kirk and McCoy's never ending to get an emotional rise out of him. She suspected that there is some form of jealousy: 'I'll fix those two.'

"Spock don't worry. If they inquire about our personal life or our sex life, I will be ready to answer."

Spock didn't know how to respond to that. He wondered what could she say to halt his friends' inquiry.

Nyota reached up and caressed his pointed ears, and a low growl emanated from him. He lifts her up and pulled her against himself, pressing their bodies together firmly. Spock buried his head in the crevasse of her neck and spoke as if in pain,;

"Nyota du katau si' wuh yon svi' nash-veh." ["Nyota you bring out the fire in me"].

Nyota was experiencing the same feeling as she lifted her head to give him better access to her neck while raking her hands through his dark hair. She thought about all those years wishing, hoping to be with him.

"nash-veh nuh'" ["Me too!"]

"Dungau etek fator tor wuh mashulayek?" ["Shall we proceed to the showers?"]

Nyota laughed, then start to pepper his face with kisses;

"Rai, tor ashaya tor nash-veh" ["no, make love to me"]

"U' du istaya" ["As you wish"]

He carried her to their bedroom where they proceeded with their loving making. Spock's touch drove Nyota into a frenzy. There is nothing like making love with a Vulcan.


A couple of days later, after duty, Spock and Nyota were in the recreation room, where he was teaching her to master three-dimensional chess. She understood the foundations, but he was helping to raise the game to another level. Spock didn't mind this type of leisure. Nyota had explained that people would feel more comfortable seeing them together in this setting and would be less intrusive. He did sense the crew was becoming more comfortable with his presence than before.

A young couple approaches them at their table.

"Good evening Ms. Uhura and Mr. Spock- I mean your highness"

Spock and Nyota looked up to see Yeoman Tina Lawton and Ensign Matt Henry holding hands.

"Greetings," Spock said. "Please refrain from addressing me as 'your highness'."

"But everyone says you're a prince Commander."

Nyota smiled; "It's OK; he's getting used to it."

Spock found conversing with crew members for any length of time to be wearying; in his past visits to the rec room, he had usually been in the company of Kirk and/or McCoy, both of whom willingly picked up the conversational slack for him.

"How is everything?" Nyota asked the couple.

[1]The petite young blonde smiled widely:

"Everything is fine; as a matter of fact, things are great!" Tina looked at Matt, who was also beaming, and then turned to Nyota: "I want to thank you for introducing me to Matt-he's wonderful!"

The young man blushed: "Naw, I owe it all to Ms. Uhura and our movie night! That was the best thing that ever happened to me. Ms. Uhura, you made me popular!"[1]

Uhura laughed and remembering that event at which Boma had made a fool of himself. In Spock's opinion, it had been no laughing matter; it was when he had almost lost control of himself due to Boma's actions.

"Oh no, Matt- that was all you! All I did was introduce you to Tina, and then you two did the rest."

"You two make a wonderful-looking couple," :Tina said.

"They sure do, and we owe them a lot!" Matt added. "We'll be going now Mr. and Mrs. Spock, we both going to see another Indiana Jones movie--alone." :Matt said, giving Tina a winning smile. Tina blushed and squeezed his hand.

Nyota laughed and Spock arched an eyebrow.

"Have a good time, you two."Nyota said, waving goodbye.

After the couple had left, Nyota turned to her husband and said; "Isn't that cute?"

"I have no reference point to respond to the word 'cute', Nyota."

"They said Mr. and Mrs. Spock."

Nyota stared at her man, thinking, he is so funny. She extended her two fingers and spoke in Vulcansu so others wouldn't hear them; "Ashayam, the word refers to moments of adorable sweetness like this. And you're so cute when you talk like that."

She giggled as their fingers touched and shared the warmth. Spock can only project back his of acceptance.


Later on that evening, Nyota took the opportunity to study the history of Vulcan. She had taken courses in her academy days, but she was studying a direct source from the Historical Library of Vulcan that was mostly written in old Vulcansu. Nyota skimmed the outline of cultural history and the political system, but her main purpose was to find the ancestral wedding riturals as they were before Surak's time. It was quite interesting to see Vulcan's violent history during the era when the people allowed their emotions to rule them. Nyota could almost compare the Vulcans of antiquity to contemporary Romulans. During one of their missions, she encountered her first Romulan and realized how similar they were to Vulcans. [2] Spock had stated that the Romulan race is a distant relative of the Vulcan race and that Romulans are highly aggressive. Nyota wanted to know everything about Vulcan in case she ever happened to meet her new archenemy, T'Pring, who had formerly been betrothed to Spock. Vulcans are known for their extensive knowledge of any subject that interested them, so she needed to prepare too. A smile formed on her face as she thought about the upcoming events. In about two weeks, she would be on Vulcan, and she hoped to cross paths with T'Pring.

On top of studying, Nyota and Spock had stepped up their Sus-Manah training to a daily routine, which was strengthening her already-muscular body. Spock was even teaching her to use the 'to'tsu'k'hy' [nerve pinch], but he had to modify the grip for Nyota, because she didn't have Vulcan strength. However, the modified version would still give her an advantage. He noticed her determination to master the new skill and was proud of how Nyota rose to the challenge of the rigorous lessons. He tried to limit the numbers of bruises on her body, but she would not have his gentleness and demand full contact.

"Spock, how can I defend myself or others if I don't know how it feels when I am hit? I still have to fight the enemy in any condition."

Spock overrode his instinct of being a protective husband and let his wife endure the painful blows of hand-to-hand combat. He understood that exploration invites unwarranted confrontations. He realized that he and his wife could be formidable team, using their bond and their training to apply coordinated tactics in combat situations.


A couple of days later; McCoy made preparations for clinical support for Christine. She had continued to act depression on duty. Once McCoy had spoken with Dr. LaToya Robinson, he would address Christine on the subject. Timing is everything. After his shift, McCoy grabbed his PADD and medical tricorder wand and headed to Nurse Chapel's quarters. He rung her chimer, and waited for her to answer; it seemed as if it two minutes before she opened the door. She has lost weight, her face looked haggard from lack of sleep.'This has gone on too long', McCoy thought.

Christine looked surprised to see him: "Dr. McCoy! How can I help you?"

"I need to talk to you Christine. It's both professional and personal. May I come in?"

She sighed deeply. She knew what it was about. She hadn't tried to hide; she tried to fight it. But she was not doing well; the conversation about Spock and Nyota was daily gauntlet in sickbay and in the mess hall, it was everywhere she went. The couple was everyone's favorite topic.

"Sure come in."

She stepped aside to let the doctor in, and he walked into a dimly lit room. It was clear that Christine had lost her light in herself and her job. McCoy wantdc to help her. Christine directed him to a seat, and they both sat.

"Thank you for taking the time to talk to me Christine, what I'm about to say is not easy for me."

He looked into her once-sparkling blue eyes, which now sad and tired. Christine sat up, looking worried, her hands pressed down on top of her thighs.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"No, but I am forced to place you on medical leave."

The tears started dripping down her face: "I was-I was expecting this. I-can't help it. I've tried-I've tried so hard."

At that moment, McCoy pulled out his mini tricorder and scanned her: her heart rate was high, her blood pressure high; and she was somewhat dehydrated, high-but not critically. She showed all the signs of depression. He got up, went to the replicator, and got her something to drink and handed to her.

"Drink this, your dehydrated-you need to drink more fluids."

"Thank you, Doctor. I'll try to take better care of myself."

McCoy sat back down. He took a deep breath and started his mission:

"I had to go to the Captain. You are ordered for psychiatric help, starting next week." McCoy put his instruments down on the table, leaned over, and grabbed her hands; he looked her in the eye.

"Christine it's not the end of the world. We all experience this kind of pain. Even me! I don't want to see a good woman waste away. you're a good woman Christine!"

Christine couldn't believe her ears; this grumpy, stubborn man revealing himself. She had always known there was a soft-hearted man behind that hard shell. But why now?

"You have a lot to offer to the medical field." McCoy continued. "I hope once this is over, you will consider completing your medical degree. You have the ability to be chief surgeon, one day. Maybe you'll even replace me."

With that statement, McCoy got a small smirk from her. Christine looked at him and smiled, he had made her feel a little better.

"Right now, you need to take care of yourself and recover from this-this situation. Because I need my head nurse back! Who is going to keep all those other nurses from screwing up!" McCoy demanded, waving his hands at her and looking around her quarters.

"How long am I on medical leave?"

"As long as it takes"

"Who is going to replace me?"

"Replace you? Are you crazy? No one can replace you! Nurse Running Deer will take over duties temporarily, until you recover."

McCoy grabbed her hands again to support he; she really needed it. Christine needed a friend, in the midst of the celebration of Spock and Uhura.

Christine took a deep breath. She knew McCoy was right; she had to stop wallowing in this depression. "Thank you McCoy. I'll do it! I know you tried to warn me about Spock, but I couldn't accept it."

"That's my girl, I want you to start seeing Dr. Robinson next week, or sooner if you want. I notified her about you. You'll like her."

"How-How is-Spock and Nyota?" Christine asked, glancing at McCoy, and giving him a suspicious look.

McCoy was taken back at the unexpected question. He leaned back into his chair, wondering if he's should answer a partial truth or a whole lie. He takes a deep breath:

"Are you sure you want to know?"

"I've been trying to process this, Doctor-"

"Please call me Lennie."he said.

She gave him a small chuckle and squeezed his hand. "It's OK-I'll be good."

"Then for honesty's sake, they are doing well."

Tears formed in her eyes, but she took a deep breath and managed to hold them at bay.

"When I recover, Lennie, I want to wish them the best."

"Now that's my girl! Christine you have a big heart. It'll take time and I will be with you every step of the way."

"When do I start?"

"You can start any time"

"Then I'll start tomorrow. I want to get over this Lennie."

"Good! I don't think I can take any more of this!" McCoy said, stands up to leave. "I'll check on you and Dr. Robinson from time to time. Now take care of yourself and get something to eat."

"Okay Lennie," Christine said with a small smile. McCoy answered with a wider smile and left.

Christine lay down on her bed, hugged her pillow as the tears fell again in her lonely room.'I have to get over this before I go crazy or they really put me in a penal colony.' She turned over and tried to sleep without dreaming about Spock.

 

End Notes:

 

A/N: [1]The Battle for Spock part 2:chapter 11 & 12

TOS:[2] The Balance of Terror

 

Chapter 9-Confronting the Truth by Uhura the 9th
Author's Notes:

Beta Reader:Jsilver2000



Summary: The plans to celebrate Spock and Sarek's accomplishments, as well as to ceremonially validate Spock and Nyota's bond, are well under way. T'Pring is not happy to be included, but Amanda is quite pleased with how everything is going. McCoy had to place Christine Chapel on medical leave to deal with her deep feelings toward Spock.    

 

Meanwhile, back on Vulcan during the first week:

Amanda Grayson was in a good mood; she couldn't believe what T'Pau had done; her face was lit up with joy. Amanda had so much respect for T'Pau and the leverage she'd wielded to rectify the damage that had been done to her family over the decades. Amanda noticed right away when she appeared in public with Sarek that people spoke to them and showed respect for the work Sarek and Spock had done. The positive change in the Vulcan people's demeanor was a welcome sight. Amanda felt as if life was changing for the better, not only for herself, but for her husband and Spock. She even noticed people addressing Sarek as S'haile [Lord] and making complimentary comments about Spock's service in Starfleet. Amanda's heart jumped with joy; knowing that Sarek was proud of Spock strengthened her love for her husband.

Amanda looked at her Padd and saw the the guest list and their responses. The response was overwhelming: 75% of the invitees had already accepted the invitation to attend Spock's reception, and the list was growing. The fact the President of the Federation was number one on the invite set the pace. The friendliest delegates followed; they respected Sarek's position and his contribution to the Federation. Now they were showing their respect by attending something important to Vulcan and to Sarek. The marriage reception for their son. Then something caught her eye, which widened in disbelief. She went to the intercom and paged Sevel to her office.

"How may I serve you, Lady Amanda?"

"Sevel, I want to thank you for taking over the invitations. Your service honors us." Sevel bowed his head in acknowledgment.

"But I have noticed that the S'oleh-nau clan were invited; who authorized that?"

"Lady Amanda, it was a direct request from Lady T'Pau."

Amanda took a deep breath; she couldn't argue with that, and she wasn't going to make a scene about it either. But in her heart, she didn't want to see that b*tch. After all the time that had passed, Amanda was still possessed by a strong urge to slap the insolent look off T'Pring's face. She would never forget how T'Pring flaunted herself in front of Vulcan with her suitors. Then the challenge on their kali-i-farr. But T'Pau had gone up against the Vulcan High Command to coerce them into officially recognizing Spock's and Sarek's accomplishments and funding the reception.

"Thank you, Sevel. How are the arrangements going so far?"

"Lady Amanda, the accommodations for all honored guests are being prepared. A specially designed suite is being constructed to accommodate the S'chn T'gai clan, including Dr. Uhura from Earth. I am in the process of assessing musicians from Earth, Andoria, Ardana, and other Federation Planets who have volunteered to perform for S'haile Spock. I am currently arranging the performance roster for the day of the ceremony."

"Really?"

"Also, the interior arrangements are 68.9% complete. A variety of delicacies are also being arranged to suit each guest's palate."

"This is great, Sevel. Are we behind in anything that needs clearance or purchase?"

"Not at this time, Lady Amanda. Vulcan Central personnel have been assigned as security at checkpoints to avoid interference from uninvited guests such as Terran social media."

"I wonder if we need more time for anything?"

"Lady Amanda, I estimate that the ceremony preparations will be completed 11.275 days."

Amanda looked at Sevel, thinking, Vulcans and their precision-it just kills me. "Wow, that's great. That means the Altair VI plans are ahead of schedule."

"Precisely. Excuse me, Lady Amanda. I need to continue with my work. Is there anything else I can do to be of service?"

Amanda chuckled. "No, Sevel, that's all."

Sevel looked at Amanda in confusion. He didn't understand human humor and had never gotten used to the sound that of laughter. He left to continue with his work.

Amanda continued with her linguistics project; the Federation always asked for her input in enhancing and applying the universal translator. Her mind drifted back to the thought that T'Pring was coming to the reception and then jumped to Spock's wife, Nyota. How will Nyota feel when Spock's former fiancée shows up? That doesn't look good from any standpoint. Amanda shoved her concerns to the back of her mind, pleased that the wedding reception would be ready on time; she clasped her hands together. Now I just need my son and his wife here.


Meanwhile at the S'oleh-nau clan estate:

T'Pring and Stonn sat in their matriarch's library. When they had received the news that T'Lan had summoned them, they were surprised (for Vulcans).

Solen and T'Lan walked in and the couple stood to show respect. They exchanged greetings and then they all sat in a semi-circle.

"I have required your presence to inform you that the S'chn T'gai clan has requested compensation for T'Pring's behavior during Commander Spock's kali-i-farr," [1] T'Lan said clearly and sternly.

T'Pring's brow arched while Stonn stared ahead, focusing on controlling his emotions.

"Solen and I spoke to T'Pau about her accusation that the laws of the kali-i-farr were violated. She stated that T'Pring's choice in the kali-i-fee was unacceptable and violated our traditions as Vulcans."

T'Pring stiffened and asked, "How can this be, T'Lan? It was my right to choose a champion."

"Yes, it was your right to choose a champion, but was Captain Kirk your only option?"

T'Lan eyed her carefully, then slowly glanced toward Stonn. T'Lan had never understood why T'Pring chose the outworlder; it was an illogical choice. Then there was Stonn-kaiidth [what is, is].

"Commander Spock has become a legend among our people; I chose not to be a part of that."

"You chose not to be bonded to a half-human Vulcan; you demonstrated your anger toward Spock by choosing the human as your champion, despite the fact that Stonn was both available and your intended. Then there is the additional accusation that you encouraged other suitors to invoke koon-ut-so'lik [propose marriage], which I had to decline and inform them of your marriage."

"The question is moot, T'Lan; T'Pring and I are bonded," Stonn said.

T'Lan looked at Stonn in disappointment, first, because he had not fought for the woman, which was part of the Vulcan tradition. And second, he went ahead with bonding to T'Pring despite her poor behavior. No chivalry on his part. Stonn showed signs of weakness. But while Spock was experiencing the plak tow [blood fever], he had shown strength, despite the loss of logic due to his condition. The comparison of the two males' behavior was an embarrassment to the clan. T'Lan had performed the kali-i-farr to avoid more accusations.

"It may be so from your perspective, Stonn, but not from T'Pau's; she used the laws regarding our marriage customs and presented her case to the Vulcan High Command; she received a favorable judgment. Now we are at the mercy of the S'chn T'gai clan in regard to compensation."

"It was suggested that your marriage be dissolved because of T'Pring's choice of an outworlder as her champion. Kirk had no prior knowledge of our customs and thus could not make a rational choice during the kali-i-fee," Solen said.

T'Pring stood, steepling her fingers in an attempt to control her fear and anger in reaction to her father's statement.

"I do not desire to be bonded to THAT-THAT Vulcan." T'Pring paused, rethought her words and she was wise in her choice of words.

"We have been bonded and mating for 2.67 years, T'Lan. If that is the only choice, then I will challenge Spock for T'Pring," Stonn asserted.

"You should have challenged him during the wedding!" T'Lan snarled.

"I attempted to, but I was hindered."

"You, being the male and head of the household for your future bride, should have intervened."

Stonn was about to counter T'Lan's statement, but her eyes became hooded and dark. T'Lan held up her hand; the conversation was leading nowhere.

"It is done; we will pay the compensation for this indiscretion. We as a clan will be in servitude to the S'chn T'gai clan for a generation. We are to attend the reception ceremony for Commander Spock and his human bride three weeks hence. We are required to acknowledge and give respect for Commander Spock's accomplishments to Vulcan and the United Federation of Planets, as well as to his bride."

T'Lan looked at all three solemn faces; there was nothing that she could do. "What I have done was done for the clan as a whole. It would invite a naul-tor [feud] if we were to refuse. Such is T'Pau's right."

T'Lan left her descendants to continue conversing. She had said enough; she had done enough. Two children in her clan had failed; now they all must pay. "Kaiidth."

Solen watched his matriarch walk out of the room. A lot had been said about Commander Spock during the council meeting. Solen had seen satisfaction on Sarek's face when the Council had agreed that his clan had failed to honor the contract.

Solen turned to his daughter: "Ko-fu [daughter], was marrying Spock so offensive as to warrant a kali-i-fee?"

T'Pring turned away; she would never admit to a living soul how much she hated Spock. Or the fact that she was extremely jealous of him because of his intelligence. His accomplishments in science had surpassed those of any scientist at the Vulcan Science Academy. She was also envious that his mixed culture, which had once been seen as a sign of weakness, had now become an important part of his legend.

"I had no desire for him as a child; he had no control of his emotions."

"That was when he was child, but 2.67 years ago he presented himself as a man," Solen argued.

"Are you supporting Spock as a man in my presence, Solen?" Stonn snapped. He was now keenly feeling the pain of his failure to stand up as a warrior to defend his desired mate.

"I am questioning T'Pring's allowing her opinion as a child to dictate her decision as a woman."

"Sa-mekh [Father], I had no choice in the matter as a child; you and the matriarch chose him."

"Yes, you are correct, but other options could have been chosen to avoid the current situation, chief among them you honoring our agreement with the S'chn T'gai clan."

"I have no desire to attend this reception."

"You and Stonn have no choice; our clan will face serious consequences if we do not comply with T'Pau and the Vulcan High Command; further sanctions against the clan will be implemented. That, my daughter, I will not permit," Solen said sternly.

"As long as we agree to their terms, you and Stonn will be permitted to remain married."

"But Spock is already married!" Stonn interjected.

"Yes, but your marriage might not be recognized under Vulcan law."

"My wife and I will attend the reception."

T'Pring turned to Stonn in disagreement and arched her brow. Then she bowed her head and left her husband and father in disgust.

T'Pring returned to her home, where she sat on a lounge chair and reflected on her childhood betrothal to Spock.

Yes, despite being bonded to him for more than 20 years, S'chn T'gai Spock was still an enigma to T'Pring, as well as to many Vulcans. That fact that his father, Sarek, had bonded to a human made the insult worse. She remembered the rumors of his tainted blood and lack of control of his emotions, which deepened her resistance to being bonded to him. But the contract had been agreed to; she had no choice. She honored her family with the brief ceremony. T'Pring had observed Sarek's bondmate, the way she looked, her mannerisms, which were different from anything she had seen. She had seen other aliens only in vids that were part of her studies; only a few Vulcans were permitted to leave their homes or planet as children. But now, with the expansion of technology and travel, some Vulcan families had moved to space stations and colonies on other planets. But Spock did not try to reach out to her, nor did she try to reach out to him. They had arranged to communicate occasionally with each other when they first were bonded, but the arrangement didn't last long; neither one had anything they wished to relate to the other. T'Pring had had to deal with ostracization by her schoolmates, and even some adults, who frowned upon the fact that she was bonded to the human/Vulcan. She was ignored by her peers; T'Pring hated Spock for that. She despised him because she had overheard people say that any offspring with Spock would taint the family bloodline and she would be the cause of it.

Nothing had prepared her for the announcement that he would be attending the Federation Starfleet Academy; that was the final nail in the coffin that was their relationship. In her opinion, Spock-despite his high academic achievements-had failed to perform his duties as her betrothed. It had been expected that Spock would attend the Vulcan Science Academy, which would have given her more clarity on his intentions. When he refused, his decision affected her more than himself. It was unheard of to reject such a prestigious position, but Spock had. And the fact that he did not consult her about such a momentous choice made her feel insignificant in the relationship-that and that alone would have induced her choose another mate. It has been noted that T'Pring, as a Vulcan woman, was considered a most desirable, well-educated, and sought-after woman. The fact Spock did not-after all these years-engage in any form of communication about his decision was a slap in the face. Their bond was almost non-existent, as if Spock had no desire to know her at all. But the knowledge that other males desired her soothed her feelings of rejection by Spock.

When reports of Spock's achievements in Starfleet became common in Vulcan newscasts, it became clear that he felt no duty to inform her of anything, including health, accomplishments in Starfleet, dangers, or even any report of his well-being. But Vulcans would comment to her on his accomplishments and congratulate her on such a bondmate. Spock's continued to ignore her, and her ire increased as the years went by. When she reached 28 cycles and no pon farr occurred, she wondered if Spock would ever reach sexual maturity and enter his Time. That was a concern for her, a big one, that the marriage would never be consummated. The average male reached sexual maturity at cycle 21-28, but Spock had not. T'Pring did not desire to wait for another cycle before having a child. She wondered whether Spock had somehow mastered his Time and whether he had any desire at all to honor the contract. T'Pring had to look out for herself and chose to engage another consort to stand for her. After all these years, Spock's rejection still haunted her; she had been determined to see that he had rejected her for the last time. Her plan had backfired, and now he was coming back to torment her again; if she did not show him the proper respect, it would cost her her marriage to Stonn, and few other males would have any interest in her after that. She deeply felt the insult that he had chosen to marry a Terran woman over her. In her mind, the S'chn T'gai clan had become more tainted, not by her, but by Spock's own doing. What if she had married him? She would now be a Vulcan lady of high social status and far more respectable.

T'Pring had heard rumors since her wedding about the outcome of their kal-i-farr, rumors that a non-Vulcan had been chosen as champion. She had thought victory was in her grasp when Captain Kirk fell in the battle. She had been determined to show Spock how much he had hurt her; for a brief moment she had tasted victory, knowing that Kirk was not only Spock's commanding officer but also his friend. Then she had found out she had been tricked by Spock-the captain did not die! Now his family had control over hers. It was humiliating! He had won-again!


Later that evening at the S'chn T'gai compound, Sarek of Vulcan had endured a long day. Between the embassy, the Vulcan High Command, and the Science Academy all requiring his presence, he had been run ragged. He felt relieved to have reached his home, where he could meditate and relax for the next few days, as finally all their plans for Spock's reception had been set in motion. When he entered his home, it was always silent, which his preference. But a strong aroma caught his attention, and he proceeded toward the dining area. When he entered the room, there was an array of candles positioned around the room to give off a warm glow. Sarek's eyebrow rose. Interesting, he thought. He observed the arrangement and concluded it was what Terrans called a 'romantic setting'. Sarek, with his keen eyes and nose, saw and smelled all of his favorite dishes and wondered why his wife has chosen this night to plan such an event. Then he heard humming coming from the kitchen and Amanda appeared with a hot dish in her hands. She wore a transparent floral print pashmina tunic; underneath was a solid slip-type sheath. It complimented her figure. Amanda looked up to see her husband standing near the table and gave him a big smile.

"Sarek, you′re home; you are just in time for end meal."

She placed the dish on the table, allowing Sarek to get a better view of her apparel. The material enhanced her body form and from their bond he observed: My wife's body temperature has risen 1.23 degrees, her heart rate has increased to 93 beats per minute. Pheromone and hormone production has increased by 7.67 percent. My wife is in the process of preparing for copulation. Sarek was pleased with this, the he saw her face was radiant causing him to respond:

Indeed!

"Aduna, I will join you and prepare for end meal."

He left the dining area and went to the master bedroom, where he showered and changed into loose-fitting lounging clothes. When he returned to the dining area, his wife had just placed the drinking goblets on the table, along with a bottle of Vulcan ale placed next to his seat.

"Aduna?"

"Yes, Sarek?"

He noticed the tone of her voice was soft and... quite appealing. It brought memories of their courtship. He smirked and saw that Amanda had noticed and responded with hooded eyes.

"What is the purpose of presenting end meal with such care?"

"I wanted to say thank you for everything that you are doing for Spock."

"Spock is our son; gratitude is not necessary."

"As your aduna, it is my duty to show gratitude when my husband does a noble thing to satisfy his wife."

Sarek noticed that her scent had become more tantalizing; it had been some time since their last sexual union. 'I will entertain my wife for this event.'

He went to the table and pulled out a chair for her to sit. He offered his fingers in the ozh'esta [finger embrace], and Amanda responded in kind. A tingling sensation danced on Amanda's hand and moved up her arm to the rest of her body, and she gasped. Sarek sat and began to serve his wife from the dishes placed in front of him. Amanda poured ale into each of the goblets.

"Sarek, there is a saying on my planet that the males of my species implement during the lifetime of their marriage."

"What statement is this, my wife?"

Amanda looked at him as she passed him his drink with a smile, "Happy wife, happy life, and believe me, I'm a very happy wife at this moment."

Sarek acknowledged her look and started to anticipate the events that would soon occur in their bedroom.

"Aduna, we should conclude our evening meal quickly in order to allow me time to show you my gratitude," Amanda purred.

Sarek was not slow to take in her message. Amanda was excited, and they ate as little as possible. That's my man.

As they ate, Sarek had trouble concentrating on his meal; his wife's pheromones were sending their own message, loud and clear. He thought about how to move to the next phase of their lovemaking, and he remembered that a certain touch on her neck stimulated her into moaning sounds that signified satisfaction with the sexual engagement. He could no longer endure the scent and tension that she was projecting. He slowly got up and stood behind his wife, lifting her hair from around her neck. He leaned down and pressed his lips against the sensitive spot on her neck; as if on cue, his wife let out a small moan and whispered,

"Ashalik."

Amanda stood and turned into his embrace, and their foreheads touched. While his fingers caressed the erogenous zone on her neck, Sarek swiftly picked her up and carried her to their bedroom. By this time, Sarek himself was eager to engage in copulation with his wife, feeling quite stimulated: I will spend the next 2.257 days with my wife to claim this gratitude.

Amanda was in seventh heaven as Sarek carried her to their bedroom, her arms wrapped around his broad shoulders. Nothing about Sarek's body had changed; he still had the same chiseled chest and long, muscular legs. He had displayed the same sexual stamina since they married, except for a slight improvement after his operation.[2] Her hand raked through his two-tone gray and black hair, ruffling it as she peppered him with kisses. My adonis; there's nothing like a Vulcan man as a husband. Amanda heard a low rumble from his chest, and she rested her head on his shoulder and smiled.

The next morning, Sarek was early to rise; he slowly and quietly lifted himself out of their bed. He stretched his long arms and legs and looked down at his faithful mate sleeping peacefully with a slight smile on her face. Then a soft moan came from her, the sound that had become a stimulant to him, and his desire was renewed. Amanda was his, and his alone. He liked watching her face, which revealed her immense satisfaction with their joining. He went to refresh himself in the large bathroom and then dressed and went downstairs to meditate. During his meditation, his thoughts turned to his son and his journey back to Vulcan to have his marriage ceremonially validated. Now his son would experience the gauntlet of being married to a human, but his knowledge of human culture was far greater than his father's. Spock had lived among humans for over 20 years; his perspective of them could enlighten Vulcans about many aspects of human culture. Nyota had become fluent in languages that few humans could master, including two Vulcan dialects-Fascinating!-This merge between them would resolve many doubts about human-Vulcan compatibility. But the main reason for Sarek′s deep meditation to finally put to rest his resentment of Spock and the family′s Vulcan Science Academy versus Starfleet Academy saga. Was it pride that sowed the seed of separation between us? Was the expectation greater than required? Spock has used his abilities to enhance his capacities in many areas. I might have erred.

After his meditation, Sarek sent a notice to his staff that he and Amanda would not be in and not to contact them unless an extreme emergency were to occur. He also sent a notice to the house staff and Sevel, releasing them to spend time with their families. He went upstairs to check on his wife and found her still sleeping in a dream-like state and emitting soft moans. Sarek opened their bond slightly and found her delighting in the events of the preceding night. A smirk formed on his face; he found it quite satisfactory that his wife still found pleasure in this. Sarek left to clean the kitchen and dispose of their uncompleted end meal and then prepare breakfast for her. Sarek had enjoyed her display of 'gratitude' and decided he would continue to celebrate this gratitude with his wife. A small smirk formed on his face.

End Notes:

 

A/N:

Star Trek TOS:

[1] Amok Time

[2]The Journey to Babel.

 

Chapter 10-It's a start by Uhura the 9th
Author's Notes:

Summary: Spock and Nyota continued to bask in the joy their marriage had brought. Nyota continued to research Vulcan history, looking for loopholes to apply in her plan to deal with T'Pring. Nyota is determined to do something about what she did against all her logic and reasons. [To understand Uhura's reasons go back to; "The Battle for Spock part 2; chapter 8"]    

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Week 2: Enterprise POV: It's a Start

Christine had started her therapy with Dr. Robinson to deal with her depression over Spock's marriage. She sat quietly in front of the woman who held the power to return her to duty. Christine wanted to go back to work; it was her life dream. But then again, so was Commander Spock.

"Can you tell me when you started to like the Commander?"

Christine spoke softly, "I can't put a date on it, but I guess the first day I was assigned to the Enterprise. Commander Spock is different."

"Because he's a Vulcan?"

"No, because he's like no other man; he has no ego to bruise."

"What attracted you to him?"

"Would you believe his ears?" Christine asked, chuckling softly.

"His ears? What's so special about his ears?": Latoya giving Christine a curious look.

Christine continued to chuckle, breaking, if only for a moment, the despair that had engulfed her since she heard of Spock and Nyota's marriage.

"It's just one of those physical differences that I liked about him."

Christine leaned forward:

"Dr. Robinson, everyone has a certain type or quality they like in a person. Mr. Spock is known for his pointed ears; I find them attractive. But then I found out that I'm not the only one who finds his ears attractive."

"Please call me Latoya. Christine, I want you to be informal with me so that you can feel comfortable enough to express your feelings. And what do you mean you're NOT the only one?"

"It turns out that other women on the ship secretly find the Commander attractive as well, and they have also been pining over him. That made me feel like a fool."

"You shouldn't feel like a fool just because other women find the same man attractive. Tell me more about the Commander."

Christine gave Latoya a sorrowful look: "I thought-I used to think-that we had a connection. I thought I understood him better than anyone. If you've ever been left out or left behind-you get this feeling of loneliness. People would make fun of Spock or attack his character without really knowing him. People judged him on his outward appearance, but I witnessed and observed his caring qualities. He's really close to the Captain and Dr. McCoy, and he would sometimes let down his barriers or show a certain amount of human expression. He doesn't do that often; he very reserved-almost shy. I like that in a man. There were certain times, like when he was sick with his physiological fever. For the first time, Spock expressed anger, hurt, and loneliness, all at the same time. People wanted to put him away, but I wanted to help him any way that I could. I couldn't stand to see him suffer, and it's not the only time I've seen him suffer. I felt a connection with the way he reached out to know me to fill his loneliness."

Christine's eyes filled with tears, which started to run down her face:

"That's why I love him so much, and it's so hard to deal with the fact that he is married to one of my friends."

Latoya gave her a tissue and let her cry.

"I'm so tired of crying-so tired of hurting."

"That's why I'm here-to help you stop hurting, Christine."

"I know, but I still love that Vulcan man."

"I want to thank you for sharing this; I know it was hard. With such loss in a situation like this, we can only move forward. Christine, I want to help you move forward from this pain."

LaToya reached out and held Christine's hands to support her.

"We are going to do this together; you are not alone in this. Do you believe that?"

Christine nodded her head yes.

"So let's start with the road of discovery, which leads to recovery."


Later that evening, a dinner was in progress; it was a reunion of the wedding party: Sulu and Charlene were now officially dating, so McCoy, Kirk, Scotty, and Eve were entertaining themselves by teasing the two for dating. Uhura and Spock observed the friendly banter while holding their fingers in the ozh'esta.

McCoy smiled slyly at Sulu and asked, "So, Masters, has Sulu finally shown you his sword collection?"

A round of snickering ensued; everyone knew it was a game changer. Charlene looked shyly at Sulu.

"Yes, he did!" she said. "And he gave me a lot details about them."

The group burst out laughing.

Scotty held up his goblet toward them: "What a brave lass to endure the tedious sword collection monologue."

This generated even more laughter.

Sulu laughed sheepishly, "Ha, ha, ha."

"What surprised me is that Masters and Brody won the bet," Kirk said, waggling his eyebrows at Charlene.

Nyota looked curiously at Charlene: "What bet?"

Charlene and Eve exchanged embarrassed glances while the men snickered.

"Well Ny-Dr. McCoy made this bet that Mr. Spock-would-um-return early from his honeymoon."

Kirk looked mischievously at his friend: "It was the men against the women."

"And I thought I knew Spock-I thought it was a sure thing," McCoy added.

Nyota gave the group her own mischievous look and said seductively, "Too bad, gentlemen, that you lost that bet, but I can assure you those extra 24 hours were not wasted on talking about logic."

Spock hid his reaction behind his water glass, and Nyota picked up wine glass to sip and observe the group's reactions.

Three forks dropped onto their plates, a glass was knocked over on the table, and gasps were heard, followed by comments:

"DAMN!"

"Oh-wow!"

"Spock is the man!"

"Deeeeeeeeeep!"

"That's what we get for playing!"

"Never underestimate a Vulcan!"

Charlene and Eve broke out in laughter: "Never estimate the power of love," Eve said. The two women tipped their glasses together in victory.

The wedding party laughed at the couple, while Spock and Nyota performed the finger embrace.

"The fact is that he's getting all the attention, now that he's a prince," Kirk complained good-naturedly.

"I'm not a prince, Jim."

"According to Starfleet you are!" Kirk replied as all the Terrans joined together in laughter.

Sulu broached another topic: "I keep hearing this strange story about Nyota."

"What story is that? We all know the lass can sing like an angel," Scotty replied.

Sulu continued: "Well, that's true, but I've heard that she's been in fights over Mr. Spock."

The men chuckled while the three women froze, their eyes widening. Nyota broke the connection with Spock's fingers and placed her hands in her lap.

"She fought over Spock's ears on that planet sometime back," Kirk interjected.[1]

"Yeah; Charlene told me some parts of that story, but the crew keeps mentioning another confrontation on the ship," Sulu said.

This caught McCoy's interest; he leaned toward Sulu and said, "Tell us whatcha heard!"

"Well, the rumor goes that Nyota kicked some female crewmen's a$$es for approaching Mr. Spock, and there was also something about a women's club for him only."[2]

The room became silent, with curious looks going back and forth between Nyota and Charlene.

Even Kirk wanted to know more: "Keep going, Sulu; I'm really interested in this information."

"It's really weird; there is this club that any woman who likes Mr. Spock can join to share their admiration of him. The strangest thing is that-you won't believe it-is that Nurse Chapel was the leader."

"Nurse Chapel?" the men chorused.

The men, including Spock, looked at the women curiously; Nyota, feeling their stares, took a deep breath:

"Yes, it's true. Mr. Spock has his own secret admirers club."

Spock's eyebrows rose in astonishment. "Interesting."

McCoy was shocked. Christine was so obsessed with Spock that she and his other admirers had formed their own club. His mind had a hard time grasping the concept; he thought he knew Christine-his rock-steady head nurse. He would have expected that she would have control over her affection for Spock. He felt slight disappointment and sadness that it had gone this far.

"Mr. Spock has his own harem?" Scotty wondered aloud. "Like where the ladies entertain ya all the time? That's a man's dream."

"Well I'll be damned! Our pointed-eared Vulcan has lady admirers on the ship, as well that purple lady on that planet?" McCoy demanded, glaring at Spock.

Scotty took a sip of his drink: "I never took Mr. Spock for a lady-killer."

Charlene continued with the facts: "Gentlemen, the members of this club would follow Mr. Spock around the ship and tell their favorite fantasy all day long! I don't think I've ever been in the mess hall without his name being brought up."

"Yeah, then they would hound me about Spock, asking me about his personal business or asking me directly like how I liked working next to him. I'm so glad my man is not like most men, so it doesn't feed his ego!" Nyota folded her arms, looking distressed.

Kirk started laughing again: "I like it-Mr. Spock, our neighborhood Casanova-I never would have guessed!"

Spock was not pleased; Nyota had told him a few months ago that the women crew members found him attractive, and he was aware of Nurse Chapel's declared intentions. But, in his opinion, a society of admirers was unorthodox and unnecessary; the only attention that he desired was from his wife:

"I do not understand why the female crew would engage in such an activity; it's completely illogical. I'm am at a loss."

The party chuckled at Spock's response.

Eve tried to explain: "Mr. Spock, it's just that some women have different taste in what they are looking for in relationships. Some women are attracted to the quiet type of man, as opposed to loud, flashy men, who usually get the most attention."

"It's true, Mr. Spock. Many women take a more subtle approach to relationships, so the club members were scoping you out," Charlene added.

Eve saw the jealousy on faces of the men just realizing that Mr. Spock had stolen their thunder: "Oh, don't worry, gentlemen; Captain Kirk is still the main object of the female crew members' affections. Charlene and I just won this huge bet."

All the men except Spock turned toward Eve and chimed: "What?"

Charlene giggled: "It was the biggest credit jackpot I've ever won!"

Eve explained the betting: "You see, the bets were on Nyota and the Captain to hook up because-well, the Captain is known for his charisma, and Nyota is known for her beauty. Being the most popular made them the most obvious potential couple; that was the bettors' mistake. So when Mr. Spock came out of nowhere and married Nyota, Charlene and I cashed in!"

They both reached over and high-fived each other.

"Yeah, if this keeps up, Eve and I will be millionaires!"

Eve added with a smile: "But we owe it to all to Mr. Spock for marrying Nyota!"

McCoy's mouth dropped open: "I'll be damned again!"

Sulu looked at his new girlfriend and smiled: "I think it's cool that my girl knows how to bet; I think she'll do well at my next poker game."

More laughs went around.

Then McCoy had an epiphany about the club of admirers: "Excuse me, Eve and Charlene, by any chance were Abigail Franklin and Janet Sullivan in Mr. Spock's secret club?"[3]

Nyota stiffened, holding her breath; now was the moment of truth "DAMN!"

Eve and Charlene looked curiously at the Captain and each other but kept silent.

"Well, ladies, there's nothing I can do anyway; their files are closed, and there's no investigation. So, therefore, what we say here, stays here," McCoy said.

Charlene looked inquiringly at Nyota, silently asking, "Should we?" Nyota nodded, giving her permission to tell. She didn't have a choice; she wanted it done and over with anyway. Hiding stuff from Spock was not a good way to begin a marriage. Plus the fact that the injury cases were closed gave Nyota leverage.

Charlene continued: "Yes, Dr. McCoy, they are, and they threatened Nyota over her dating Mr. Spock."

Kirk turned his chair toward her in shock, "What?"

The other men also had shocked looks on their faces.

Charlene jumped out of her seat to tell the story: "Oh, you should have seen Nyota. They would talk junk, threaten, and challenged her about Mr. Spock. Nyota tried to be ladylike and talk to them about respect, but nooo, they took it to another level. They told Nyota they would beat her down, but my girl kicked a$$! She used moves on them that I've never seen, and then their pride was hurt and they swore they wouldn't tell a soul as they limped to Sickbay. Then the message got out to not mess with Nyota or her man. Nyota is awesome!" Charlene declared as she pumped her fist in the air.

Everyone had an amazed look on their face, including Spock.

Kirk shook his head: "I've never would have believed that about you, Uhura."

"Captain, I did try to negotiate with them first, but the accusations were just too much, and I was disrespected. She turned to Spock to justify her actions: "Spock, darling, I know it doesn't seem logical for your point of view, but human females sometimes have to stake their claim to make it clear that-as you say in Vulcan terms-their "property" is no longer available. Our relationship was secret by your request. I attempted to honor it, and believe me it was a struggle. I hope you understand my reasons."

Spock did understand her reasons; he felt the same way when he would hear the male crew converse about Nyota's sexual appeal. He remembered having to deal with Lt. Boma claiming that Nyota was his woman. [4] The struggle to deal with Boma's declaration had been overwhelming: could he have taken physical action? He had to consider the consequences. Yes-according to his Vulcan instincts and Vulcan law, he had every right. But Vulcan law did not apply on a Federation starship.

"Yes, I understand the circumstances of your actions and that you were attempting to honor my request to keep our relationship secret. I was unaware of the situation that you were placed in, requiring you to resort to such actions on my behalf. For that, my wife, I ask forgiveness; I did not mean to jeopardize your position as an officer and the woman that you are."

Spock offered Nyota his fingers, and she in return touched his in return. She found only respect and admiration for her actions. Then his consciousness touched Nyota in a sexual way, causing her eyes to widen and a warm smile of anticipation to emerge on her face.

Nyota hadn't expected that kind of reaction to all the fights she'd been through. It was a relief that she didn't have to hide anymore. She hadn't liked keeping those secrets from Spock. She responded to her loving Vulcan with love and gratitude for how he viewed her situation.

Eve looked at Charlene as she sat back down and they both took in the tender moment between Spock and Nyota:

"I don't know, Charlene, but that is the most romantic thing I've ever heard," Eve said, placing her hands over her heart.

Charlene sighed deeply: "Yeah, Mr. Spock is in a class all by himself."

Scotty couldn't believe what he just heard. He was shocked to see the women looking googly-eyed at Mr. Spock like some kind of Adonis. "He just agreed that he approved of his wife kicking someone's a$$?"

Sulu and McCoy chimed in in unison: "Yeah, he did!"

Kirk sat there smirking, highly amused that Spock had taken his spot as ship's Casanova and that Uhura had beaten up two or maybe more crewwomen over him. "DAMN! That is sexy!" He turned to Uhura, raising his eyebrow:

"Ms. Uhura, or Mrs. Spock, I hope that will be the last time I hear of incidents like this?"

Uhura sat up straight: "Oh yes, Captain! The women got my message to leave my man alone!"

Everyone laughed.

Nyota took a deep breath and sighed:

"Well, I'm glad it's out in the open. I didn't know whether the Captain would approve of my actions. I was worried; that's for sure!"

The group chuckled.

Scotty chimed in with: "All that means, Ms. Uhura, is that when it comes to your Mr. Spock, you're a force to reckon with; no other lassie would want to contend with ya, fa sure!"

McCoy laughed and added, "I think we need to take Nyota on more beamdown missions when there are other females involved. I think our missions would get done faster."

Kirk sat back and took in all that was said. He remembered what Charlene had said on Nyota and Spock's wedding night: that people would interfere in their marriage. It had already happened with Boma, the female crew members, and even Nurse Chapel. Kirk turned to the couple to find out more:
"Spock, what happens when you get Vulcan?"

"Our marriage will be authenticated by my clan's matriarch; it is analogous to a health check. It will ensure that Nyota and I have a secure bond."

"That's interesting. So Nyota will always be able to read your mind?" Kirk asked.

"No, Captain. It is hard to explain; we sort of merge as one."

"Wow-that is so different," Eve said.

"Will there be another wedding service?" Scotty asked.

Spock answered: "I am unaware of another wedding ceremony on Vulcan."

McCoy was still a bit nervous about going back to Vulcan. "You mean that you won't encounter any other suitors like the last time?" he asked.

Spock raised one of his brows while answering McCoy: "I believe this ceremony will not have distractions or incidents."

Nyota felt through their bond that Spock was feeling uncomfortable about discussion of the Vulcan ceremony that Kirk and McCoy had participated in. So she decided to end the conversation and the evening.

"I want to thank everyone for a wonderful dinner and great conversation!"

Nyota extended her fingers toward Spock, letting him know she was ready to retire to their quarters. But she secretly had a hidden agenda, just for her man, for when they returned to their quarters. "I believe we should take a nice relaxing shower; don't you think?"

"Gentlemen, ladies, my wife and I will retire now. Thank you for the evening meal."

Spock and Nyota stood with their fingers engaged, bowed toward the group, and left with anticipation.

After Spock and Uhura left, Scotty had a question; "Do ya know why they were always touching their fingers?"

Kirk answered Scotty's question: "It's their form of touching that they only allow in public."

Charlene added; "Nyota told me also, that it's a form of kissing too!"

"I think it's so romantic." Eve chimed.

"It wasn't so romantic what I saw on his home planet, that's a whole new situation." McCoy added.

Kirk added factually; "Well Spock's parents did it a lot when they were here on the ship."

"I wonder if they'll decided to have kids?" inquired Eve.

McCoy rolled his eyes up: "Oh God"

Everyone snickered at the thought.


Later during the week, another meeting took place.

"Tell me about your friendship with Lieutenant Nyota Uhura."

Christine took a deep breath; she had to address the elephant in the room. The one person who had betrayed her trust over Spock-the one woman she had envied for so long-was now the center of conversation.

"Do we have to talk about her-now?"

"It would help-but if you are not ready-we can discuss her another time. But remember, her name will come up again."

Christine chuckled and started to talk to Latoya sarcastically:

"Nyota Uhura-the perfect one-the beautiful one! Every man desires her. I see men fight over her-discuss her like she's some prima donna. Oh? I forgot-she's now a princess married to SPOCK! No woman can compare to her-she took the only man I've ever loved. I can't forgive her-I don't know how. I trusted her with my secret love for Spock, and she went behind my back and seduced him, catching him in her web. It's been that way since the Academy. I watched her use men, play with their hearts, and burn them like they were paper. She could have any man in the world-the UNIVERSE, but somehow ended up with the most desirable man on this ship. She always get her way-always so lucky-that b*tch!"

Christine was breathing heavily; her fists were balled up on her lap and her eyes were filled with rage.

"Do you know how long I've been trying to get Spock's attention-just to have a decent conversation with him? I had to beat off other women to stop them from even mentioning his name in disrespect. Spock deserves respect. I wonder sometimes why he doesn't have his own ship because he so intelligent-he's that good."

"Do you really believe that Uhura stole Spock from you?"

"YES!"

Did you ever try to confront her about your feelings for the man?"

"Yes!"

Christine took another deep breath:

"It was after Mr. Spock was hurt on this past mission. Dr. McCoy released him from Sickbay. I wanted to do a welfare check on his wounds; he saved most of the landing party. He would do such selfless acts. On my way to his quarters, I encountered Nyota at his door, and she snapped at me for doing my job and closed the door in my face. After that, we had a meeting and Nyota informed me that she was involved with Spock, but she did not tell me that they were already married. MARRIED!"[6]

Christine became so frustrated that she stood up and started pacing, her anger getting the best of her.

"Breathe, Christine-short breaths."

Latoya looked at Christine with deep concern-the poor woman had deep bitterness toward Uhura.

"Christine, I want to thank you for sharing such an intense and painful part of your life. I know this wasn't easy, but I think it is important to find the cause of your situation."

Christine glared at Dr. Robinson:

"I know the cause of my situation! She knew I liked him-we would have conversations about our love interests. Spock is not the type of man you approach and ask out; his shyness makes him so sexy and irresistible."

"Was Uhura always like this toward you, Christine?"

Christine took another deep breath and replied with a trembling voice:

"No, she was a good friend. We shared a room together back at the Academy with Charlene. We would hang out in clubs, go on vacations together, talk all the time about the future for almost two years. We had fun-we were like the Three Musketeers."

Christine sat down again and bowed her head; the tears started to build:

"I can't say when the jealousy started, but I know I liked this guy during my internship. [5] I thought we hit it off. But once he met Nyota, he kind of dropped me. Charlene called me out over my feelings about Spock and Nyota; she knows about my jealousy of Nyota and she suggested we should have talked it out."

"Why didn't you?"

"By that time, I was aware that Spock and Nyota were married; my heart was broken and hurt. I just wasn't ready to believe it. I was holding out hope that he-he- would notice me."[7]

"Christine, I want to say that you were very brave to stay and face this. Down the road, depending on you, would you feel comfortable talking to Nyota about your feelings?"

Christine shook her head adamantly: "NO! I couldn't face her or THEM! My heart couldn't bear it. Nothing like watching your heart ripped wide open again."

Latoya reached over and grabbed both of Christine's hands to give her support. "I'm here with you. Whenever you feel you can handle this, I'll be there with you. OK?"


McCoy and Robinson had a biweekly review of Christine and her progress:

"How is she doing, Latoya?" McCoy asked, sitting down at his desk and handing her a cup of coffee.

Latoya blew on the hot coffee before sipping it: "Wow, Lennie! This case is deep! Christine has convinced herself she's in love with Mr. Spock."

"I hope you can help her-she's the best head nurse in the Fleet, if you ask me."

"I'll try, Lennie. You keep giving me these hard cases."

"You referring to Boma?"

"Yeah. I can't believe his love interest is Uhura too! Almost a triangle effect-it's weird."

"Uhura is not only smart; she's one of the few women who can pull her weight on the bridge-an all-around woman. The majority of the men are attracted to her. Some are bold, while others admire her from afar. Although she's very beautiful, she's not my type."

"She is one incredible officer."

"How is he doing, by the way? I would like to close his case and give the Captain his report."

"He's making progress; he's a stubborn man though-he mostly suffers from a bruised ego," Robinson said. "But Boma's fascination with her almost destroyed who he is-he didn't see her rejection but quite the opposite. Lennie, he is making progress."

"That's good to hear. I don't think Boma knew Spock's involved with Uhura at time, and I don't want to see the man ruin his career-he's really good in his field."

"Or the fact that Commander Spock is married to Uhura."

"Spock is the best first officer in Starfleet and the best science officer as well-that Vulcan does his job perfectly!"

"Jealous there, Lennie?"

McCoy smirked: "The man who's saved my life umpteen times is my friend and always will be."

"Commander Spock and Nyota Uhura, an unusual match."

"Who can stop love in space-this ship is a Petri dish for its effects."

McCoy sighed deeply and looked at Latoya: "I found out some interesting news when I had dinner with the famous couple."

"What news is that?"

"According to the rumor mill, there was club created by Mr. Spock's admirers, and Christine was their leader."

Latoya was taken aback by the information:

"Really, then that fits right in with Captain Kirk's club as well. You men are ridiculous with the fascination about yourselves."

"Uhura has her own club mind you! Men have claimed her as their girlfriend, fiancée, or spouse! Uhura has a hold on most of the men; she's still breaking their hearts, even more now that she's married."

They both laughed.

"By the way, Lennie, have you dealt with your secret love interest?"

"No. It's a lame duck for now."

"Can you give me a hint?"

McCoy looked slyly at Latoya: "Not worth mentioning now-who knows? Things might look up in the future."

 

End Notes:

 

A/N:

The Battle for Spock part 1:Chapters 4 & 5[1]

The Battle for Spock part 1: chapter 1 [2]

The Battle for Spock part 2: Chapter 11 & 12 [4]

The Battle for Spock Part 2: Chapters 16 & 17[3]

The Battle for Spock Part 2: Chapter 31 [6]

The Battle for Spock Part 2: Chapter 32[5]

The Battle for Spock Part 2: Chapter 33[7]

 

Chapter 11-The Message by Uhura the 9th
Author's Notes:

Summary:

Two Vulcan aides were updating T'Amanda on the wedding reception on Altair VI. The majority of the work was done; they were just finalizing the details of the table seatings and the itinerary. The reception was a one-day event, but it was billed as the gala of the century. The wedding of Ambassador Sarek and Lady Amanda's only child was to be celebrated, and the ambassador and Commander Spock were to be honored for their service to Vulcan and the Federation. The President of the Federation, Demetrio, was ecstatic about it. He hadn't known the two people were related.

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Week 2: On Vulcan-The Message

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Earth: San Francisco; Headquarters of Federation of Planets:

President Demetrio had heard of Commander Spock's achievements and accomplishments. When he received his invitation to the reception, he com-linked Sarek to give him his congratulations.

"Greetings, Ambassador Sarek."

"Greetings, President Demetrio. How can I serve you?"

"Ambassador Sarek, you amaze me again! First, I was unaware you had a son in Starfleet, and second, I was astonished to learn that he is Commander Spock of the Enterprise. I am aware that he and Captain Kirk have been instrumental in resolving many of the Federation's conflicts."

"President Demetrio, Vulcans are not known for announcing family connections. But we do honor family values as a race."

"How is your wife, Amanda?"

"She is currently addressing the reception issues and confirming guest acceptances."

"How is that going? Do you need any assistance, Sarek?"

"Not at the moment, President Demetrio. All aspects of this event have been delegated."

"Sarek, you have no idea of the importance of your son's wedding reception. It will symbolize unity among the Federation races and strengthen the alliances that are key to this organization."

Sarek lifted an eyebrow.

"President Demetrio, we are not celebrating their marriage to reinforce alliances; my son has married a female of his choice. To demonstrate our acceptance of the match and as part of our tradition, my wife has chosen to express her elation with the union."

Demetrio chuckled at Sarek's response.

"Oh, I see-my apologies, Sarek."

"Apologies are not necessary. I merely explained to clarify our intentions with this event."

"Well, whatever your reasons, I believe it will turn into something incredible for all planetary unions."

Sarek decided to change the topic, he found it illogical to discuss his family.

"President Demetrio, I have completed the proposals for the upcoming meetings between the planetary delegations of Eminiar VII and Vendikar."[1]

"Thank you, Ambassador Sarek. This is a delicate situation between two related civilizations. I want both you and Ambassador Fox to review the proposals and present them to both delegations. I refuse to let those two planets become part of the Federation unless those concessions are implemented. And thank you for supporting Ambassador Fox while he has been recovering from his illness."

"I agree. Hostilities between them must cease if they desire to continue as living species and as civilizations."

"Thank you again, Ambassador Sarek. I will see you at the appointed date. I again offer my congratulation on Commander Spock's wedding."

"Live long and prosper, Mr. President."

Sarek bowed his head and signed off. Sarek was now free to focus on Vulcan's issue that would be revealed once Spock and Nyota arrive in the following week. Sarek could not dispute that his son had accomplished a lot in the name of his planet and that he was widely recognized for his position in Starfleet-or the fact that his son's status in the eyes of the Vulcan people had risen greatly. Sarek was aware that opinions of Spock had shifted considerably since he had joined Starfleet and that Spock was no longer considered a novelty but a true Vulcan. Sarek's concern now was in regard to Spock's telepathic powers. He had first noticed them when he opened the family bond and observed their strength. This was later confirmed by the healers who examined Spock before he started school. Even Sybok's telepathic powers-though considerable-were not as strong as Spock's. Which linage did they develop from? Sarek wondered.


Federation of Planets Headquarters: Office of President Demetrios:

Carlos Rivera had been an aide to the president for four years. He enjoyed the hectic life. He was constantly observing different civilizations and learning much that could advance his career. President Demetrios had treated him with respect, and Carlos found his position rewarding. He came in to the president's office with a Padd and presented it to the president, standing next to his desk.

"Mr. President, I have your agenda ready for review."

Demetrios took the Padd and scanned it quickly.

"Carlos, I have to make some changes to my schedule. Vulcan has invited me and other dignitaries to a wedding reception on Altair VI on this date, and I will be there. This was a personal invitation from Vulcan, and I do not want to disappoint them. They have been our strongest ally throughout the history of the Federation. I need you to make the arrangements."

Demetrios typed in the invitation code, and the date and place were displayed on the Padd. Then he handed it back to Carlos.

"Please make arrangements around this schedule."

"Yes, Mr. President. Right away."

Carlos started to leave.

"Carlos, make sure Starfleet Command has my itinerary as well."

"Yes, sir."

"Thank you, Carlos."

Demetrios leaned back in his chair and reflected on what Sarek had said. Sarek had failed to see that the wedding reception for his son would have great influence on the Federation. It reflected on Sarek's work as well; these two strong-minded, incredible men were at the center of the Federation's civilization. This marriage would have an important impact on all cultures within the Federation and would truly represent unity and diversity. This is perfect.


Meanwhile on Vulcan:

Stonn stood six-foot-two, with broad shoulders. At this moment he didn't feel like a Vulcan warrior; his emotions and thoughts were uneasy. Since his marriage to T'Pring, he had been ready to stand guard against any male's challenge for his wife. He had desired her way before she was betrothed to Spock as a child. The Kal-i-farr ceremony had diminished his clan's standing, as well as dealing a blow to his ego. The fact that T'Pring had chosen the human over him had placed him in an unfavorable light in the view of other Vulcans. He had heard the whispers questioning the validity of the challenge and his valor. They had haunted him since their bonding-he was prepared to fight for T'Pring by her request and for her honor. He found T'Pring a compatible match; he appreciated her intelligence and beauty. He was aware of her accomplishments in her research of Vulcan biology. She was an excellent choice for a wife; they had desired each other against the odds of her bonding/child marriage to Spock.

Many had stated that Spock was a poor match for T'Pring due to his human heritage. Many had predicted that Spock would be unable to master his emotions and develop to his full potential as a Vulcan. Some had questioned his intelligence, but only when he was very young; he had quickly shown that his was a mind to be reckoned with. And now, at this very moment, Spock was being highly praised for his achievements, and a special wedding reception was being arranged to celebrate his bonding to a Terran. This puzzled Stonn: that the early attitudes of Vulcans toward Spock-resentment and disdain-had now changed to acceptance and pride. Even his peers had taken a different view of his bondmate and marriage. Had a Vulcan male gone to great lengths to secure a female for bonding or the reverse? Indeed, T'Pring had gone to great lengths (flouting Vulcan customs) to bond to him in order to avoid marriage to Spock.

Stonn had always wondered whether, if the challenge had stood, he could have bested Spock. If the plak tow had run deep in him, then would Spock and he have been equals in the match? He would never know; the opportunity was never presented to him-it was taken from him by his wife. Would Spock have had the upper hand if they had fought? With Spock's greater experience in combat, would he have overpowered him and taken his life? Had T'Pring feared that outcome? Was that why she chose the human? Fear is something a Vulcan dare not admit; he needed to inquire about her decision.

Stonn approached his wife in their office, where she was reading her Padd. She looked up toward her husband, extended two fingers, and touched her husband's.

"T'Pring, we must talk," Stonn said, taking a seat next to her. "My wife, it is imperative that we attend the wedding reception. You have expressed through our bond your reluctance."

"I do not wish to attend. I find the whole event of this wedding reception offensive and illogical."

"Commander Spock has achieved much for the greater good of all Vulcans."

T'Pring glared at her husband. "You agree with the Vulcan High Command?"

"It does not matter; it is required that we attend as a clan."

T'Pring held her head up and addressed her husband: "I do not understand why this subject needed attention, Stonn."

"I am requesting clarification, T'Pring, as your bondmate."

T'Pring looked down and folded her hands in her lap.

"Spock-Spock and I never agreed to our childhood bond. He was always distant in our relationship. I made the choice to have it challenged on our kal'i'farr."

"But that is acceptable during those times. Children are distant at first and then confirm their bond during the kal'i'farr."

"Must this be discussed now, after we have been bonded since our ceremony?" T'Pring asked, trying again to deflect her husband's questions.

"Yes, I require clarification on your choice-I have delayed the question since our bonding, T'Pring. Before the kal'i'farr, we planned in detail our challenge to Spock-that I would be the chosen one. Why did you change the plan?" Many times Stonn had sought this answer, but he had not dared to probe her thoughts, out of respect.

"I saw an alternative that would best suit the kal'i'fee."

"I do not understand. Why would you desire to see the Terran captain killed by Spock?" :Stonn asked with an arched brow.

"My change of plans was flawless; it served its purpose. You became the victor-my bondmate."

T'Pring held her head up high, proud of her accomplishment and looked directly into Stonn's eyes.

"Affirmative, I am your bondmate-but why did you choose the Terran captain when you were aware I was the best qualified for the challenge?"

T'Pring had no words to explain her decision; she knew the answer and refused to comply with her husband's request. Her intense prejudice toward Spock's heritage was no longer socially acceptable among Vulcans, so she had buried it deep within her mind so that not even Stonn would ever become aware of it.

"Stonn, the decision I made was a logical one. I explained this to Spock when he requested my reasons for the kal'i'fee. I will express again what transpired with Spock. I had informed him that I wanted you as my consort. If Spock had won, he would have left me here with his name and property while he continued his legend among our people and the universe. As I explained to you before our courtship, I had no desire to be bonded to such a male, and I decided to become your consort in his absence. When I chose the Terran captain, my intent was to upset the balance of the situation. If the Terran had been the victor, he would have had no desire for a Vulcan wife, and he too would have freed me from Spock's bond and the kal'i'farr. Therefore, you, Stonn, would be the only suitor left and would have become my bondmate."

"Your change of plans has placed me in a problematic position, T'Pring. I have become your bondmate, but not through victory in the kal'i'fee."

"Spock, himself, informed me that my plan was logically flawless." T'Pring stood up, becoming upset over the questioning of her decision. She approached her husband, placing her hand on his shoulder, trying to redirect his inquiry.

"My adun-we are together now. What happened before does not matter-I have chosen you as my mate above all others."

Stonn stood up and pressed his fingers against his wife's, their emotions passed through the connection. Stonn would accept her answer, for now, knowing there was more to the situation. Was she trying to protect him, but failing to consider how her decision reflected on him and his standing as a Vulcan male?

"One day, adun, I would like to announce the conception of our first child-this will bring great honor to our clan and to you." T'Pring looked into his eyes, trying to redirect his concerns away from his performance as a Vulcan male.

T'Pring blocked her thoughts from her husband; she had to calm him. She did not want him to know her real reason for their marriage; she had to control her emotions.


Federation of Planet Headquarters: A few days later;

Carlos Rivera placed his Padd on his desk and continued to work on other priorities. Kim Kelly, a local entertainment reporter came by to check on upcoming high-profile events. She was well known for getting exclusive interviews with entertainment celebrities. For Kim to keep her status among her peers, she needed something big. She had known Carlos for some time and considered him a good friend; she was hoping to get a good story from an old friend.

Kim flopped down on one of the nearby chair: "Hey ya, Carlos, gotta bone to throw me?"

"Nothing really-just ending my day; how about you?" Carlos gave Kim a big smile.

"Just the same ol' celebrities trying to steal each other's thunder."

Carlos laughed: "Is it that boring out there?"

"Well, here on Earth, it's quiet-I'm stuck. But out there in space is the real news. But other planets don't gossip the way we do-they are so sophisticated."

Carlos skimmed through his work and wondered if Ambassador Sarek's party was newsworthy. He read the invitation carefully. It did say private and closed to the public. Usually, the President would state that to him before he ventured into disclosure territory.

"Well, I don't know if it's anything, but the president is invited to a wedding reception on Altair VI."

That got Kim's attention: "Whose wedding reception? And why all the way out there?"

"It's Ambassador Sarek's son's wedding reception."

"The Ambassador Sarek who was once the ambassador to Earth?"

"Yep-his son got married recently, and the reception will be on Altair VI."

"I didn't know he had a son." That got Kim's attention and sat up.

"Yes, I think he is in Starfleet."

Kim took out her Padd and looked up Ambassador Sarek and family. She read the brief biography of the man. Then Kim continued to read who the ambassador had married and her mouth dropped open.

"You gotta be kidding me!"

Carlos looked at her quizzically and asked, "What? What did you find?"

"Ambassador Sarek is married to Amanda Grayson! WOW!"

Kim searched the archives for news articles about their marriage. "This is great news-wow! They made headlines with their marriage about forty years ago."

"I didn't know he was married to a Terran."

"That's because we're stuck on Earth, Carlos-boring!"

Kim turned to Carlos: "When is this reception?"

Carlos searched his Padd: "According to the invitation, it's about two weeks away."

Kim jumped up and kissed Carlos on the cheek: "Carlos, you just saved my job! This is big news!"

"How so?"

"Ambassador Sarek and Amanda Grayson were the couple that engaged in the first interracial marriage between a Vulcan and a Terran, and it was a HUGE to-do back then. Some people were for the marriage because they thought it was romantic, and some people were against it because of Vulcans' demeanor-they didn't think a Vulcan could love another person. And back then, many people felt Vulcans couldn't be trusted-it was a huge scandal, and they accused him of brainwashing her. People back then were full of all kinds of prejudice and stuff."

"Wow-I wonder why I haven't heard about it?"

"Well, it's been almost forty years; you and I weren't even born yet. What is his son's name and who did he marry?"

Carlos tapped his Padd for information. "His son is Commander Spock and he married Nyota Uhura."

Kim typed both names into her Padd: "Rats-they're both in Starfleet; that gives me limited sources. But thank you, Carlos! This is big news! I'm going to get the exclusive on this story."

Kim packed her Padd and left to find her boss.

A half-hour later, Kim sat in her boss's office.

"I want to have the exclusive rights to this story-it's going to be big!"

"I remember this story-it WAS big. I was just out of college when their engagement was announced. Amanda Grayson was a catch! I've heard back then that a lot of men had tried to date her. She did do some work for the diplomatic corps, specializing in linguistics. Kelly, this news will put WEN (World Entertainment News) back on top! How much information can you get?"

"I need to call in some favors-the couple is in Starfleet, and they are limited to giving background on their officers."

"Great! Get the information ready in thirty minutes and be prepared to broadcast live with the news before the other networks find out."

"I'm on it, boss!" Kim jumped from her chair to get ready to anchor the breaking news of the galaxy.

Sometime later, WEN broadcast the following announcement:

"Good evening. This is Kim Kelly of World Entertainment News. I have an exciting announcement from the United Federation of Planets. If you remember, about forty years ago, a Vulcan ambassador who was once stationed here on Earth, Ambassador Sarek, was best known for his diplomacy in settling interplanetary disputes for the Federation. Then out of the blue he up and married a schoolteacher and expert xeno-linguist by the name of Amanda Grayson, who at the time was Earth's most eligible bachelorette and was working for the Federation's diplomatic corps. No one knew that they were dating; they hadn't even been seen together as a couple. When the story broke, Ms. Grayson was whisked away to Vulcan and never heard from again. Many said it was the most romantic love story of the century; others were concerned about the cloud of mystery. Here are some archival photos of Ambassador Sarek and Ms. Grayson's courtship. Many had doubted their relationship would last, but their marriage has stood the test of time.

"It has been reported that Amanda Grayson attended most of the diplomatic engagements her husband was assigned to as part of the linguistics team. Well, a few years later, Ms. Grayson gave birth to a son, who somehow ended up at Starfleet Academy and currently serves on a starship in space. Well, ladies and gentlemen, Ambassador Sarek and Amanda Grayson as a couple have endured scandal and criticism, and did not just survive, but actually thrived! They have now announced the marriage of their son. That's right-this famous couple had a son who grew up to become Commander Spock of the starship Enterprise. And somewhere out in space, Commander Spock has married a Terran woman himself. Oh, my-there seems to be a tradition in this family for Vulcan men to take a liking to Terran women. The family is planning a wedding reception on Altair VI, and only the who's whos of the Federation are invited. That's right! It's exclusive; only the elite are invited, including the president of the Federation and many high-ranking dignitaries. Who did Commander Spock marry? That's part of the mystery-she hails from the United States of Africa-a Nyota Uhura. She too is a member of Starfleet. I believe another love story is in the making, everyone! Commander Spock and Nyota Uhura-wherever you are-congratulations! This is Kim Kelly from WEN saying goodnight!"

The other news media quickly picked up the exciting news, rehashing Sarek and Amanda's love story as a backdrop to their son's marriage. People were amazed that another Vulcan had married another Terran woman, and speculation started to stir. People wanted to know who Spock and Nyota were. Starfleet didn't have much to release on the couple, only the facts of their graduation from the Academy and fields of research, along with the bare bones of their official service records. So the media plastered their Academy pictures across the galaxy as part of the news blitz. The news quickly traveled across the globe. People wanted to know more about the mystery couple. Others sought to be invited to the wedding reception, messaging the Vulcan embassy on each continent and only finding frustration. It was truly a who's who guest list, and few people qualified.

Kim Kelly was desperate; she had broken the story, but now she needed to get to Altair VI for the exclusive event.

Kim visited Carlos again, hoping to get an extra ticket or access to the planet. The media circus bombarded Starfleet Academy and Command for information about the married couple. The story was broadcast across the Alpha quadrant. Kim was hoping her relationship with Carlos would help her get to the event of the century:

"Carlos, please! I'm begging you! How can I get there?"

"I'm sorry, but Vulcan has the master guest list; only they can authorize your ticket!"

"I can't believe it! The love story of a lifetime, and I can't get there!" Kim stamped her foot hard in disappointment.

Kim turned to Carlos and looked him straight in the eye: "What about you? Are you going with the president?"

"No, not even me. I can't help you, Kim."

Kim took a deep breath and pouted: "I've tried to get an appointment with someone at the Vulcan embassy-nada. This could boost my career."

"What about Starfleet? Have you tried them?"

"Yeah-it's the same thing. I've got to find a way to get to Altair VI!"

"Sorry, I can't help you. So what happens next?"

"I'm going to the United States of Africa to find Nyota Uhura's family. Her file says she has a mother living in Grahamstown and working as a professor."

"Well, maybe it will be better to have an interview with her mother."

"Hmm, maybe if I play my cards right, she'll like me and take me along!"

"Good luck with that," Carlos said sarcastically.

"But it's worth a try!" Kim grabbed her Padd and headed out the door toward her last opportunity to find her way to Altair VI. "See ya, Carlos! Wish me luck!"

Carlos watched Kim walk out the door, shaking his head and wondering what all the fuss was about.


Meanwhile, at the Vulcan Embassy:

Multiple media outlets were camped outside the embassy compound, trying to get a comment about Ambassador Sarek's son's wedding reception. Guards were posted at the gates to keep unwanted guests from bombarding the embassy aides with questions.

T'Zora, one of the aides in the embassy, walked down the hall, carrying a Padd in her hand. She tapped lightly on the door to gain entrance to meet with Ambassador Sern. T'Zora stood in the presence of the ambassador and two other aides; she gave a slight bow and the standard greeting to the three men.

"Ambassador Sern, excuse the interruption. The Terran media are requesting comments from you on S'haile Spock's wedding reception. They are-quite persistent."

"Terran media can be irritating with their requests for information that we as Vulcans consider to be private." Sern turned to his other aides: "We are waiting for instructions from the Vulcan High Command about this situation."

Semek commented on the situation: "I do not understand the Terrans' fascination with the details of someone else's family or personal life."

"I agree; it is most illogical," Stinek added.

Sern stated: "Commander Spock's recent bond to a Terran is an interesting event on Earth that Terrans find fascinating. Also, he is being recognized by Vulcan society for his accomplishments. If the reports are correct, Commander Spock was instrumental in determining the cause of the tragic loss of the Intrepid and destroying the creature before it could cause more harm."

"Yes, I agree. It was a great loss that we all felt," T'Zora said.

"Many continue to mourn those lost in the event; those losses extended to the Vulcan High Command," Semek added.

Ambassador Sern turned and addressed T'Zora: "It is in our best interests that you indicate to the media that at this time the Vulcan Embassy has no comment on the matter. We will continue to monitor the Terran media on the subject until we hear from the Vulcan High Command."

"Yes, Ambassador. I will convey the message."

T'Zora bowed and gave the departing salute before leaving to confront the media. As she walked out of the office, she decided that, rather than responding live to reporters' questions, she would prepare a formal vid to explain the embassy's stance on the matter, thereby avoiding any confrontation with irrational humans. It was her desire to one day meet the legendary Commander Spock. She had briefly met Ambassador Sarek two years ago when she was on her way to Earth. T'Zora decided to boost the image of the S'chn T'gai clan to improve understanding and raise the status of Vulcan culture-and to combat the misinformation that was often presented by Earth media. She began composing a statement that would explain and clarify her people's customs and the need for privacy in Vulcan culture.

 

End Notes:

 

[1]Star Trek, the Original Series, "A Taste of Armageddon."

 

Chapter 12-The Time the Circus Came to Town by Uhura the 9th
Author's Notes:

Beta Reader: Jsilver2000    

 

Summary:

Stonn was trying to soothe his bruised ego with a discussion with T'Pring, which she refuses to elaborate her reasons on the Kal-i-farr. While back on Earth; Kim Kelly has decided to make Sarek and Amanda news worthy over Spock's wedding, with dramatic results. Now Saana had been celebrating her new outlook on life and had slowly begun dating an acquaintance in town. Over the weekend, she was planning to go on a casual date with Reuben, who was ecstatic about the fact that Saana was taking an interest in him. Not one of his associates could believe it. Reuben was his shop, holding court:

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"You have been so happy lately, Reuben. What is making you smile?" Tau asked, noticing that Reuben had been secretive and happy for about two weeks.

His customer Gatura had noticed as well and wondered what was keeping his old friend occupied. He chimed in, chuckling: "Yes, this is true! Where have you been lately? You missed the soccer match and the card game too."

Reuben smiled and continued to cut Gatura's hair. Gatura glanced at Tau because Reuben wasn't paying any attention to their banter.

A sly smile spread across Tau's face: "Aw! If it's not his children, then it must be-a-WOMAN!"

That statement broke the spell Reuben was under: "What?" he asked, looking up from his work.

"It is a woman?" Gatura had seen Reuben react in the mirror and leaned forward and turned his head toward his barber.

Tau saw the shocked look on his face: "Who is she, Reuben? You must tell us!"

Reuben stared at his close friends: "You are correct that a woman is taking up my time. But I am reluctant to reveal who she is yet."

Tau looked disappointed and snapped, "Why? Is she married, and you're ashamed?"

"We are in the talking stages, and I am trying to make her feel comfortable because she's very timid."

"This is good for you, Reuben-having a lady friend," Gatura said, smiling and chuckling.

"Yes, I agree! Tau said. Your happiness shows in your face!"

"She must be some woman if you will not even mention her name," Gatura added.

"She is!" Reuben said, with a faraway look in his eyes as he spoke. "She is worth the wait. We've only gone out a couple of times, but I must say she is the most beautiful woman I have met in a long time."

His two friends gave each other the eye, noticing Reuben's smile and sincerity: "Then we must meet her soon," Gatura declared.

Reuben continued cutting Gatura's hair as he watched the world news monitor mounted on his wall. Then he noticed the feed about a person in their town.

Gatura pointed at the monitor: "Hey, they are saying that there is a celebrity living here in our town!"

The three men looked up at the monitor and saw the news story discussing the University of Rhodes. Reuben requested that the volume be increased:

"Hello, people of Grahamstown. I'm Kim Kelly with World Entertainment News. It appears that the mother of the famous couple resides in Grahamstown and works at the University of Rhodes! She is Dr. Saana Uhura, the mother of Nyota Uhura."

An image of Saana appeared on the screen.

Reuben dropped his tools and stared at the monitor in shock.

Gatura and Tau whistled at the same time: "What a looker!"

"She lives here with us?" Tau asked.

Reuben started to feel jealous and commented with pride: "Gentlemen, I would like to introduce you to you my girl, Saana. This is the woman that I've been seeing."

Gatura shook his head in disbelief: "No way!"

"What do you mean 'NO WAY'?" Reuben demanded.

Gatura and Tau simultaneously understood that Reuben was not kidding around and quickly changed their tune:

"We-We're sorry! It's just that she looks so sophisticated," Tau said, trying to calm the situation.

"You guys have to leave NOW!" Reuben roared.

Gatura jumped out of his seat and pulled his apron off: "What's the rush?"

"Yeah?" Tau added.

"I've got to get to the university and save my woman; they probably ambushed her there."

Reuben had pulled on his jacket while he was talking to his friends. The two men rushed out of the shop, and Reuben locked up and ran toward home to get his hovercar. On his way, he pulled out his com-link phone and tried to reach Saana.


Meanwhile, at the University of Rhodes, Saana was in class lecturing her 75 students when two security guards approached her, one from each side, distracting her and the students.

"Can I help you, gentlemen?"

The first guard cleared his throat: "Excuse us, Professor Uhura; we need to speak with you in private."

"Of course; I'll need to dismiss my class first."

"Please go ahead; it's quite urgent," the second guard said.

Saana turned toward her students, gave them their next assignment, and dismissed them. When everyone had left, she looked at the two guards, thinking something had happened to her Nyota. She took a deep breath: "Okay, how can I help you?"

The first guard spoke: "There is a crowd of journalists outside the gate requesting to speak with you about your daughter."

Saana gasped, covering her mouth and fighting back tears: "Has something happened to her?"

"No, professor-they just want to interview you about your daughter."

Saana stepped back, looking puzzled: "Why?"

"Have you been tracking the news? Apparently, your daughter and her husband are celebrities, and the people at the gate are news reporters."

The second guard interjected: "Yes, they want to interview you about your daughter; it's a big crowd. Do you wish to talk to them?"

Saana shook her head: "NO!"

"Then we are instructed to take you to the Chancellor's office for your safety."

"SAFETY?"

"Yes. They are getting a little pushy because we won't let them in, and they tried to bum-rush the gate, the first guard replied. "Follow us please, Professor Uhura."

Saana gathered her things from the podium and followed the guards to the Chancellor's office. As she walked, she hoped that she wouldn't be in trouble for causing such a ruckus on campus. The guards reached the main office and knocked on Chancellor Edwards' double doors.

"Sir, Professor Uhura is here."

"Please have her come in."

The guards stepped aside to let Saana in. She walked slowly, with only her clenched hands betraying her nervousness. But she stood firm and ready for anything before the Chancellor. Edwards came to his feet and offered her a chair, giving her a gentle smile.

Saana took a seat in front of his long sleek desk with built-in monitors. Edwards leaned against his desk with his arms folded across his chest, looking down at Saana.

"Saana, were you aware that there are at least 50 reporters trying to find you?"

"No, sir! Not until the security guards informed me."

"I wasn't aware that your daughter was in Starfleet or even married."

"I found out almost a month ago that she got married. I'm really proud of her."

"But currently we have a problem. It seems that your daughter is married to a Vulcan-and not just any Vulcan-but to Ambassador Sarek's son."

"Yes, sir. I haven't met the family yet-well not personally-but my daughter did tell me she was married."

"I just want you to know that I support any decision you make about the media; they can be sharks."

"Thank you, sir! That means a lot to me."

"I can give you time off if you wish to deal with the media. I also can have a substitute take over your classes."

Saana looked up at Chancellor Edwards: "I believe I can do my work, sir."

"It's not the work-it's stress and pressure that you are up against, Saana."

At that moment, her com-link phone rang, and Reuben's face appeared. "Please excuse me for a moment, sir," Saana said, before answering it:

"Hello, Reuben."

"Saana! Are you all right? I saw your picture on the media feed."

"Yes, I'm okay," she said. "I'm in a meeting now. May I call you later?"

"I'm outside the university-there are people out here trying to get in. I wanted to make sure that you're safe!"

"Yes, I'm safe. I'm sitting in the Chancellor's office right now-please go home. I'll be okay. I'll try to call you later."

"Are you sure? I can wait?"

"Mr. Reuben, when it is safe for her to leave, Security will escort Saana home. At the moment, we are waiting for the police to control the media. We don't know how long this will take."

"Who is this?" Reuben asked suspiciously.

"I'm Chancellor Edwards of the University of Rhodes. This situation is new to all of us, but we will make sure Professor Uhura gets home safely."

"Okay," Reuben said. "Is that all right with you, Saana?"

"Yes, for now. Thank you for calling me," Saana replied, ending the call. She looked back at Edwards, who raised an eyebrow.

"Nice friend!" Edwards said. "He seemed deeply concerned about you."

"Yes, he is," Saana replied. "So what do I do in the meantime, Chancellor?"

"You can go back to your office and work, or pick up something in the cafeteria to eat until we get the media crowd down to size. I will contact you when it is safe to be escorted home."

Saana stood up and sighed, straightening her skirt: "Thank you, sir, for helping me."

"You are highly respected among our faculty, Saana. Your research and teaching speak for themselves. The university will always support you. Have a good day."

Saana left and headed to her office. As she was walking, she could hear the media shouting questions in the distance. She entered her office and snapped on her vid-comlink. There she found the pictures of Nyota and Spock. There were older ones, including Nyota's Starfleet Academy graduation picture. Saana shook her head, "Nyota never liked her graduation photo.'"She heard comments on Vulcan and Terran relationships, some good and some bad. Hearing media personalities who knew none of the people involved talk about Spock and Nyota's relationship was painful. Then they started rehashing the 40-year-old controversy over Ambassador Sarek's marriage to Amanda: 'The idea that Sarek would brainwash someone to love him is insane!' Saana thought, clicking off the vid-comlink and returning her attention to her research.

Hours later-when the coast was clear-the security guards knocked on her door: "Good evening, Professor Uhura. Are you ready to be escorted home?"

"Yes, I am-let me get my things."

"The Chancellor has requested that we take you home every day to avoid the media, until the excitement quiets down," the guard said. "He said it was for your safety."

"Did he say for how long?"

"No, Professor."

Saana gathered her things and followed the guards to the back of the building, where a hovercar was waiting. It had no markings on it; she sat in the back seat and looked out the window. As they passed over the crowd of journalists and got to the point where it thinned out, she sighed in relief. Saana sat back and leaned against the headrest, wondering how long she would be able to keep this up. She needed to think of a way to keep this notoriety from affecting her job. She was glad that Edwards was understanding, but she knew he had a university to run and could not afford an ongoing distraction. As they drove up to her condo, she hoped her neighbors wouldn't react to her sudden fame. Saana was glad no one was around. The two guards escorted her to her door.

"Thank you, gentlemen," Saana said sincerely.

"We are glad to be of service, Professor Uhura," one of them said before they left.

Saana entered her condo tired and hungry. She took a shower and started looking for something to eat. She opened her com-link and saw endless emails and messages about Nyota, all wanting to know more about the marriage. Then the com-link buzzed with an incoming message from Reuben, which she answered:

"Hi, Reuben."

"Saana, are you okay-did you make it home safely?"

"Yes, I did. Security escorted me home."

"Would you like me to come over?"

"No, Reuben. I'm really tired tonight. Today was taxing, and I have to get ready for classes tomorrow. But thank you so much for your kindness."

"Not a problem; I wish I could do more."

"The media frenzy should die down in a couple of days."

"When can I see you again?"

"I don't know-maybe this weekend if things with the media calm down. I'll feel uncomfortable if they are following us around."

"I agree. I'll let you rest. Goodnight, Saana."

"Goodnight to you too, Reuben."

Saana ended the call, finished her last bit of work for her classes, and headed to bed. "I hope tomorrow is a better day."

The next day and the day after that did not get better.

Saana had just gotten dressed and was gathering the things she needed to take to the university that day when she heard voices outside her condo. She peeked out the curtains, only to find a mob of reporters at her door. Saana quickly stepped away from the window:

"Thanks to my neighbors, I'm found out!"

Saana grabbed her book bag and lunch and headed out the back door, successfully eluding the reporters. She took her regular transport to the university amidst the stares of the other commuters, who recognized her from the media blitz. She took a five-minute walk toward the university, but as she got closer, she saw the media mob in the distance. She decided to head to the side entrance, where Security was stationed, but she was recognized and a pursuit ensued. Saana moved as quickly as dignity would allow, but she could hear the reporters gaining on her as they shouted their questions:

"Ms. Uhura, why are you hiding?"

"Are you ashamed of your daughter?"

"We want your side of the story!"

"We want to know how Nyota feels!"

"Can you comment on their marriage?"

"Did you go to the wedding?"

"Why is it a secret?"

The guards came out to support her and let her in; then they blocked the reporters. But she heard one clearly say:

"Ms. Uhura, a moment of your time? We want the scoop!"

Saana stood in the lobby trying to catch her breath. She wanted to thank the guards, but they were busy holding back the media. Saana went to her office to set up for her class and found Nelson Banks sitting on her couch.

"Good morning, Saana."

Saana nearly jumped out of her skin: "Nelson! You scared me!"

"Sorry about that. I was just checking in on you. I see the media has made you jumpy."

"They have, and I resent it!"

"You are all over on every network in the world!"

"I am?"

"Sure," Nelson said. He got up and clicked on the monitor and Saana's picture flashed across the screen.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are here at Dr. Uhura's workplace, trying to get a glimpse of the mother of Nyota Uhura. Who is this mystery woman?"

Nelson turned to her: "I know your daughter went to Starfleet Academy; they tried to ask ME about her! But I didn't give them a thing."

"Thanks, Nelson!

"Do you need me to teach any of your classes?"

"I think I can handle it-thanks!"

"Not a problem! Call me if you need anything. I have to admit, though, you put our university on the map!" Then he left with a smile.

When Saana went to teach her class, she noticed an increase in the number of students. Some of them she never seen before. She started her lecture, as usual, but then five students whom she did not recognize raised their hands.

"If this has to do with the topic of today's lecture, you may ask your questions; if not, please refrain from asking me personal questions at this time."

The hands went quickly down.

"Class dismissed."

When she said that, about 12 students rushed up to her, asking questions. Saana refused to answer; she packed up her things and headed to her office, ignoring the requests. She plopped into her chair and tried to eat her lunch, but then her com-link phone beeped. She checked it and saw her Great Aunt Chandis' image, so she answered.

"Hi, Auntie!"

"Hi, Auntie, nothing!" she snapped. "How did this happen? Your and your daughter's faces are all over the world and beyond!"

"Auntie Chandis, Nyota was married out in space; she's happy and I'm happy for her."

"How can you be? She married an alien! We know nothing about him or his people! Why didn't you tell us that Nyota was married?"

"Auntie, please stop shouting!"

"First you married one of those uppity Uhuras, and now your only child is married to an alien! The family will never live this down!"

Saana started to cry: "Auntie Chandis, how dare you talk to me like that?!"

"This your fault, Saana! Your parents are turning over in their graves!"

With that, Saana snapped the phone-com closed, grabbed a tissue, and wiped her face. For the first time in a long time, Saana felt alone. She sat on the floor and allowed herself a good cry.

"Kayode, I miss you so much! I wish you were here to help me through this situation!"

After a while, she got up and prepared for her next class; when it was over, she was escorted home again by the security guards. Again, a crowd waited for her at her door. But this time the guard informed her:

"Professor Uhura, we were instructed to pick you up at 8 am for the rest of the week. These orders are straight from the Chancellor-he regards your safety as a priority."

"I will be ready tomorrow at that time. Thank you and have a nice evening."

She locked the door and slid down to the floor in exhaustion. The media frenzy was getting to her, but it was not personal and did not hurt like the comments from her great aunt, which were like a knife to the heart. She considered her family-she had always known her family, including her parents, hadn't liked the Uhuras. "But still." Saana got up and sat at her desk, snapping on the holo-vid of Spock and Nyota: "I hope they're not having a difficult time because of their race or heritage. They deserve love like anybody else."

Saana sat there staring at the holo-vids and reflected on what Amanda had said about how things got distorted when she married Sarek.

"She did say that the media was a circus; she didn't lie!"

She remembered what Amanda had said about fighting for the children-at that moment, Saana decided to fight for hers:

"I may have lost my natural family, but I'm gaining a new one that doesn't judge. I will fight this head-on if need be. I am not afraid!" Saana slammed her fist on the desk to punctuate the thought. She turned on some upbeat music, cooked something to eat, and then got ready for bed and prepared for a brand new day.

The next day, the guards were ready. They parted the media and the crowd from town as they escorted Saana to their hovercar. She could hear the barrage of questions and comments about Spock and Nyota's marriage. She wanted to tell them off so bad! "'No comment', Amanda said." She pursed her lips watched the road ahead.

Before she got out of the hovercar, one of the guards told her that the Chancellor wanted to see her in his office. She headed there first, thinking that he had had enough of her and the media camping out at the university and disrupting the learning environment. When she was escorted to the Chancellor's office, she found herself standing between two tall men dressed in long gray robes. She looked up at one and stared into two deep brown and very sharp eyes. She took in his arched eyebrows and pointed ears, realizing that the two must be Vulcans. They looked young and both had stoic faces.

"Professor Uhura-Saana, these men are from the Vulcan Embassy in San Francisco. Saana, gentlemen, please take a seat."

One of the Vulcans turned to greet Saana, raising his hand in the traditional Vulcan salute: "Live long and prosper. I am Semek, an aide to Ambassador Sern," he said with a slight bow of his head.

"I am Stinek, also an aide to Ambassador Sern," the other said, inclining his head and performing the salute as well. "We have been sent on behalf of Vulcan."

Chairs were moved and they sat in a semi-circle around the Chancellor's desk. Edwards exchanged a worried look with Saana and glanced at the two visitors. He sighed deeply and filled Saana in on the situation:

"Saana, yesterday at about 8 pm, Vulcan released a statement about Commander Spock and your daughter, Nyota. The media misinterpreted that statement, in which they referred to Commander Spock as a-a prince. The media ran with it, and it's way out of control."

"S'chn T'gai Spock is a s'haile among his people." Stinek explained.

"A 'leader' would be the proper term in your language," Semek added.

Edwards looked at the two Vulcans and then back to Saana: "They came here with proper identification and orders to take you to safety."

Saana became alarmed: "But why?"

Semek turned to Saana: "We had been advised that you would be attending the wedding reception once the date was set. It has been brought to our attention that the date has been determined, and your presence on Vulcan is required to participate in that activity."

"I have to leave Earth now?"

"Affirmative."

"What about my daughter and Commander Spock? They are both on a starship somewhere in space-are they coming home?"

"We do not have information at this time on their itinerary or arrival date, Professor Uhura. Everything is, as you say, 'on standby'," Semek explained as best he could in Terran terms.

"But I don't have my traveling documents; well, they're not fully complete."

"We are instructed to provide and present any documents necessary for your travels. They will be available upon your arrival at the Vulcan Embassy."

"What about my work?"

Edwards gave her a reaffirming look and smiled: "Please don't worry about your classes or your research. They will be here when you return. I can put you on a paid sabbatical, being that your trip will be somewhat of a cultural exchange. Don't stress about this, Saana. You are going to see your daughter and son-in-law. What you don't need is the media circus outside these walls."

"They made so many mean and misinformed comments about them."

"Yeah, that is how it often goes with the media-I did see some media personalities playing it like a romance story. And it is, Saana-so be happy and enjoy your trip."

"You're right, sir. I will. Thank you, sir."

"Good! Then it's settled. Go home and pack. Semek and Stinek will accompany you for your safety. I hope you have a safe and wonderful trip, Saana. You deserve this! Godspeed to Nyota and her husband."

Chancellor Edwards stood up and shook her hand. The two aides took their leave of the Chancellor, performing the Vulcan salute:

"Live long and prosper."

Saana gathered some of her things from her office while the Vulcans stood guard. Her colleague Nelson Banks came by:

"Saana, you're leaving?"

"Yes, Nelson. I'm going to the Vulcan Embassy and then to Vulcan to be with my daughter."

"That's wonderful! I'll miss you, but have a safe trip." He went over and hugged her.

The two Vulcans simultaneously raised an eyebrow at the unusual (among Vulcans) display of physical affection.

They left the university from the far side of the campus to avoid the media and took a hovercar to her place, only to find the neighbors and more media milling around. When the Vulcans exited the car, a quietness passed through the crowd. Then Saana stepped out. The men made a path to her door, but reporter who was not easily intimidated broke the silence:

"Ms. Uhura, what is your stand on mixed marriage with aliens?"

That broke the spell, and the other reporters started to shout questions too:

"How does your daughter feel about being married to a prince?"

"Ms. Uhura, are the Vulcans kidnapping you?"

"Why did you let your daughter marry a Vulcan?"

Saana stood at the top of her steps and glared at the crowd. She wanted to say something to stop them from disrespecting Nyota and Spock.

"NO COMMENT!" she said sternly.

She turned and entered her house, followed by the Vulcans. She locked the door and took a deep breath. She looked up at the two quiet men and wondered what they thought.

"I will go and pack my things. Would you like some tea, gentlemen?"

The two men looked at each other and nodded in agreement. Stinek said, "Affirmative, Professor Uhura. I will take a post at the front door, and Semek will position himself at the rear door."

Saana went into the kitchen and started the process of making tea. She went to her desk and started gathering things she might need during the trip.

"Semek, Stinek, have either of you met Commander Spock?"

The two men quietly approached her: "We have not officially met Commander Spock in person."

Saana played the vid-photo of Spock and Nyota playing their lyres for the Vulcans to see. The men stared at the image of their fellow Vulcan and his Terran bride. They were surprised that the Terran could play the ka'athyra.

"Nyota learned to play in her early adolescence; she told me it was very hard. But she was determined to learn."

"Yes, it is one of the instruments that has been completely mastered only by the grandmaster, which, in this case, is Ambassador Sarek," Stinek commented.

Saana smiled at that, to think that Nyota could be so good at playing an instrument that was difficult even for Vulcans. She took one more look at the vid-photos and downloaded them into her Padd, which she would take with her.

Saana gave the men their tea and then began packing clothes for her long journey. When she was ready, Saana looked around her home for the last time, not knowing how long she would be gone. Nor did she know how things would stand after the reception. She gave one last smile and told the Vulcans that she was ready.

They escorted her through the crowd again back to the hovercar and sped off to the air shuttle terminal. Saana's flight was smooth and quiet. She gazed through her window, looking at the landscape beneath her. She had never been to San Francisco before. She landed there in the evening; the city landscape was beautiful and a little cooler than Grahamstown had been. They took the hovercar to the Embassy, where she was greeted by a woman aide also dressed in a gray robe:

"Live long and prosper, Professor Uhura. I am T'Zora. I will be assisting you with all your needs."

Saana returned the greeting and thanked them in Vulcansu:

"Your service honors me."

The three Vulcans were surprised, each raising an eyebrow. Saana saw their faces and wondered if she had said it incorrectly.

"Did I say it wrong?"

"No, Professor. Your pronunciation was precise," Stinek said.

"I was in the process of learning Vulcan before the media began to stalk me," she said, quite satisfied to learn that she had said the Vulcan thank-you properly.

"We do have learning modules that will allow you to continue with your education in Vulcansu," T'Zora said.

"That would be nice."

"Now I will escort you to your suite, Professor." T'Zora led Saana to an elevator. Semek and Stinek followed with her luggage.

T'Zora opened the double doors to a suite that was as large as her whole condo.

T'Zora turned to Saana: "We hope you find these accommodations acceptable, Professor Uhura."

"I do. Thank you!"

"In approximately thirty minutes we will have end meal. You are invited to join us, or you may take your meal here in private if you wish."

"I would like to have end meal with you."

"I will return in twenty-nine minutes to escort you."

The three Vulcans left Saana to explore the suite. The furnishings were comfortable and modern. She found the bathroom and got ready for dinner-her first with Vulcans! She was excited and grateful to Amanda for suggesting that she learn some of the Vulcan language. Now she could only think about seeing Nyota and Spock-the feeling of anticipation was killing her, but then a smile formed on her face as she realized, "It won't be long now!"

 

Chapter 13-It's All Political by Uhura the 9th
Author's Notes:

Beta Reader: Jsilver2000

 

Summary: In the preceding chapter, Saana had a rough time with the media circus depiction of her daughter's marriage to a Vulcan. The Vulcans came and rescued her and now she is living at their Embassy.

Now we get to see events from Amanda's point of view.    

 

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Week 3: It's All Political

On Vulcan-Meanwhile, at the S'chn T'gai compound (Amanda's point of view):

The wedding reception preparations had been completed: place settings, music, and security arranged in precise Vulcan fashion. That put a smile on Amanda's face, knowing that all was ready for her son and his bride's arrival on Vulcan. She had even had a peaceful conversation with T'Pau; what a blessing! What really astonished Amanda was the amount of respect the people of Vulcan were showing to the whole clan. This was new to her. "After forty years, it's darned well about time!"

Sevel announced himself and approached T'Amanda, offering her a Padd with some disturbing news from Earth:

"T'Amanda, I have a media post from Earth that you might find interesting. It is being broadcast around the planet."

Amanda took the Padd and viewed the post. A reporter named Kim Kelly announced Spock's marriage and then brought up the backstory of her and Sarek's marriage; Amanda was not pleased. She remembered how social media had depicted her marriage and the prejudice of the Terran media toward Sarek. All the anger and frustration came back to her in an instant. Amanda started tapping her Padd, thinking about Saana and knowing what would to happen to that poor woman.

"Sevel, please present this to Ambassador Sarek and check on the progress of Saana Uhura's documents."

"Yes, right away," Sevel said, leaving to fulfill her request.

Amanda stood up and started pacing, her heart going out to Saana. She knew all too well that people could be cruel. She remembered when the news of Sarek's marriage proposal hit. At the time, she had worried that she would have a mental breakdown from the stress of how the media treated her. "Be strong Saana! I will support you."

Amanda hoped Saana remembered everything she had told her.

Sevel found Sarek at the Vulcan Science Academy and gave him the report from Earth. Sarek quickly read the media report on his son and his bride.

"Sevel, what is the status of Professor Uhura's travel documents?"

"They are in the process of being validated by the Ministry of Transportation. They are verifying her credentials on Earth."

Sarek reflected on his courtship with Amanda and how Terran emotions often are the result of making assumptions without clarification.

"Continue to monitor the status of her documents and have the Minister of Transportation expedite their processing due to the events on Earth, Sarek said. "I will contact Ambassador Sern and ask him to help hasten approval of Professor Uhura's credentials on Earth; you may continue Sevel."

Sevel bowed: "I am here to serve."

"Your service honors us," Sarek said, bowing in return. Sevel left. Sarek used his com-link to page Ambassador Sern, instead reaching one of his aides. T'Zora the daughter to Shath the family healer, appeared on his monitor. She gave the standard greeting and Sarek returned it.

"Greetings, S'haile Sarek. It is an honor to see you. How can I be of service?"

"Greetings, T'Zora. I seek an audience with Ambassador Sern."

"I will inform him of your presence, S'haile Sarek. One moment."

Ambassador Sern appeared on Sarek's monitor:

"Greetings, S'haile Sarek. How can I serve you?"

"Greetings, Ambassador Sern. I have been informed that the Terran media has announced Commander Spock's bonding."

"Affirmative, S'haile. The Terran media has surrounded the Embassy, demanding a statement. I have taken the liberty to confirm Commander Spock's status. The media is currently focused on a female Terran named Saana Uhura."

"The Terran female is the mother of Spock's bride," Sarek said. "Professor Uhura is preparing to visit Vulcan and will attend the wedding reception on Altair VI in the near future. Ambassador, I request that the Embassy aid her in securing her credentials and travel documents and see to her safety until she reaches Vulcan."

"Consider it done, S'haile. It will honor us to provide the documents necessary for her transport. We will accommodate her here at the Embassy until her transport is ready."

Ambassador Sern stood and beckoned to two of his aides, who joined him in the image on Sarek's com-link. "S'haile, may I present my aides Semek and Stinek. I will dispatch them to bring Professor Uhura to the Embassy and see to her safety."

"At this moment, the Ministry of Transportation is gathering information on Professor Uhura's credentials," Sarek said. "There seems to be some hindrance."

"My aides will investigate the issue, S'haile, and assist the Minister."

Sarek bowed his head: "Your service honors me. Peace and long life, Ambassador Sern."

"We are here to serve, S'haile. I will keep you informed as to Professor Uhura's progress. Live long and prosper."

Sarek faded from the monitor, and Sern faced his aides:

"You are to secure the safety of Professor Uhura and bring her here. Provide any assistance that is needed. I will give you both full diplomatic passes to override any Terran laws or regulations that might be an obstacle, and I will notify all Terran agencies of your clearance."

Stinek and Semek bowed their heads and left for the United States of Africa.

Ambassador Sern tapped his com-link to page T'Zora.

"How can I be of assistance, Ambassador?"

"S'haile Sarek informed me that Professor Uhura's credentials need to be expedited."

"I will investigate and render any required assistance, Ambassador."

"Your service honors all of Vulcan," Sern said, inclining his head.

T'Zora returned the bow and faded from his monitor. Sern sat at his desk and pressed his index fingers together, pondering the impact of the union of S'haile Spock and his wife.


Later on that night, Sarek returned home to his wife and was met with a surprise:

Sitting in their lounge, sipping tea, were his mother and wife. It was a rare occasion that those two were in the same room. Sarek raised his eyebrow at the thought of their conversation. "Their relationship has always been so tense."

"Ko-mekh, your presence honors us," Sarek said, bowing to his mother. He then approached his wife and they touched fingers in the ozh'sta.

"My wife."

Amanda asked her husband to join them for tea, but he held up his hand to decline.

"Sarek, I was updating T'Pau on the situation on Earth and the wedding reception on Altair VI."

Sarek stood next to his wife, with his hands folded into his robe.

"I have spoken to Ambassador Sern; he will secure the safety of Professor Uhura at the embassy in San Francisco. Once her credentials and travel documents are cleared, transport will be provided for her to Vulcan. We should hear of their progress soon."

Amanda's thoughts went immediately to Saana: "I hope she's okay-I know how the Terran news media can be ridiculous."

T'Pau raised a brow and took a sip from her cup: "Terran behavior has not disappointed me; they continue to expand my thoughts."

Amanda didn't know how to take that statement and gave a T'Pau a slight sideways glance.

T'Pau turned her attention to Sarek: "Sarek, what have you heard of Spock and his bride?"

Sarek sighed inwardly and sat next to Amanda, indicating he would have tea after all. "T'Ara has sent a communique to Starfleet Command to request Spock's presence on Vulcan. We are waiting for their reply."

"Do you think there will be a problem releasing them?" Amanda asked, handing him a cup of tea.

"I do not believe there will be any hindrance to their journey to Vulcan, my wife." Sarek turned to his mother and bowed his head: "The request for Spock's return and the wedding reception should be approved."

"Sarek, there is some concern about Spock's bond with the female. If he has instituted it correctly, only a check by a healer is necessary until his pon farr, assuming the healer has no concern about the health or strength of the bond. But we need to consider Spock's telepathic powers, which indeed have shown growth since his youth.[1] There are those who would seek knowledge of Spock's abilities. To prevent that-and to prevent interference in his marriage on Vulcan-I will perform the kal'i'farr. Although the Terran marriage is binding and should be recognized by all Federation worlds, it is paramount to ensure that Spock and his bride seek me out first-before all others-upon their arrival."

Sarek bowed his head in agreement: "I will converse with Spock and inform him of his appointment with you, Ko-mekh."

Amanda was quiet, taking in all that T'Pau had said. Now that Spock had established his place on Vulcan, another scenario had developed. She placed her cup on the table:

"How serious is this, T'Pau?"

T'Pau's old eyes focused on Amanda:

"T'Amanda, you have done well with Spock, but his telepathic abilities have grown considerably, drawing the unwanted attention of the Genetics Division of the Vulcan Academy of Science. Since his capabilities have come to their attention, they have speculated about how two different species of DNA have merged to produce such an heir. They are also curious about whether Spock's seed carries those telepathic abilities. Therefore, it is imperative that Spock and his bride seek me out first upon arrival to avoid interference in their bonding. Once I determine the health of their bond, a secret ceremony must be initiated immediately to avoid others knowing of Spock's potential."

Amanda stood, wringing her hands: "Let me get this straight-first they shun us, and now they admire us? Because of Spock's telepathic abilities?"

"It is the fact that Spock's abilities have surpassed those of most other Vulcanians, which they find-incomprehensible. They want his seed in order to study the full range of possibilities. His bond with his Terran bride will prevent any form of interference, unless he gives his permission, which I strongly doubt, due to his treatment as a child. If Spock were to fall into the wrong hands before the kal'i'farr is performed, they could invoke one of our laws to force Spock to submit to observation. The kal'i'farr will guarantee his commitment to the Terran female-no one will challenge it. They would have to overcome me." T'Pau's stern visage and words made it clear that she would never yield.

"You mean they could attempt to substitute a Vulcan female for Nyota?"

"If the bond is not authenticated, they could do so, but I will ensure that it will be. This is why I will measure the strength of their bond. If it is as I suspect, it is one of the strongest in Vulcan history. But do not fear, T'Amanda. There are those in the Vulcan High Command that will not permit such interference. Many have grown fond of Spock since the Intrepid incident since it was he discovered their demise. This has given him and the clan great leverage. But most unfortunate that it continues to be a great loss to their family members, their katras lost through eternity." T'Pau said earnestly and with determination. She WOULD safeguard her grandson!

Sarek saw his wife's concern and sensed her distress; he extended two fingers:

"My wife, attend."

Amanda turned to her husband; he touched his fingers to hers to calm her.

T'Pau continued: "Once the kal'i'farr and wedding reception have concluded, Spock and Nyota will return to their duties in space; there will be no further challenge to his choice of bride or his telepathic abilities."

Amanda added: "Vulcanians are committed to their duty; Spock and Nyota will be safe."

T'Pau raised her brow and stated to the couple; "It was wise of Spock to have chosen Starfleet as a career to avoid examination of his telepathic abilities,"

While Amanda managed to convert a deep giggle into a less offensive hiccup instead. Sarek continued to keep his stoic face, despite knowing full well that he had characterized Spock's choice as hasty and illogical at the time.

T'Pau looked at the couple as they sat together; it was strange to see them interact as a real Vulcan couple. Amanda did display some emotional outbursts, but nothing that would cause resentment or concern. After all these years of being bonded to a Terran, her son was complete. No such thing had ever before occurred, and many had doubted it ever would, including herself.

"Sarek, it would be interesting to see how Spock's offspring grow and develop; they might have enhanced telepathic abilities as well. If such an event would have occurred than they would be considered a new species."

Sarek arched a brow:

"Correct, Ko-mekh. It is probable that any offspring would inherit telepathic abilities, whether average or advanced."

T'Pau stood up and grabbed her cane: "We shall soon see, I hope to see the results. I will depart now. Live long and prosper."

Sarek and Amanda stood and bowed their heads: "Peace and long life."

They escorted T'Pau to the door, where her aide T'Lara waited to drive her home to her compound.

After the door closed behind T'Pau, Amanda turned to Sarek: "Should I be concerned?"

"No, my wife."

"We just got over the debacle of the kal'i'farr with T'Pring, and now this? Could the Vulcan High Command force Spock to participate in research into his telepathic abilities?"

"As a citizen of Vulcan, it would be considered an honor to be of service for the greater good of science. They would place that obligation upon Spock. But as you heard, T'Pau will not permit it-and neither will I."

"What about Sybok? Does he have those abilities too? He is also your son; is it in your DNA, Sarek?"

"When I was tested, my telepathic abilities were measured as average among Vulcanians. Sybok's, however, were considered strong, but he had discipline concerns in regard to managing his potential."

"Then I don't understand?"

"They believed that Spock's telepathic abilities should have been stunted due to his Terran DNA; that this is not the case is a mystery to them. Therefore, they are motivated to discover why his telepathic abilities even exist."

Amanda didn't know whether to feel insulted or complimented. She was used to Vulcans' dry humor and direct comments. The fact Vulcan scientists thought her DNA was inferior should have angered her. But instead, finding that Spock had extraordinary telepathic abilities fascinated them made her happy. For that, she smiled at Sarek.

Sarek's com-link blinked to indicate an incoming message in his office. Opening the link, he saw Ambassador Sern giving the ta'al:

"Greetings, S'haile."

"Greetings, Ambassador Sern."

"I have information on Professor Uhura. My aides have returned with her, and she is currently resting in one of our suites. We have extended to her all courtesies and the use of our facilities here. There is still concern about her credentials in regard to the length of her stay on Vulcan. It seems the Interplanetary Department of Transportation needs verification."

Sarek raised a brow. He was not aware of any restrictions or requirements regarding how long a citizen could be off-planet. He surmised that the extra scrutiny came because it was Nyota's mother, and the announcement of Spock and Nyota's marriage had reached the department.

"Please inform the department that Professor Uhura's visit to Vulcan is for the standard three months."

"I will give them that information."

"Elaborate on the state of the Terran media."

"They are persistent, rude, and very loud, S'haile. My office com-link is continually bombarded with calls from them. I find it-very unusual and quite irritating."

"I experienced such events as well when I was stationed there."

"Only meditation and the study of Surak's words has enabled me to endure the situation."

"I also was forced to perform lengthy meditations while on Earth. Your service honors the S'chn T'gai clan. I will let you return to your duties."

"It is an honor to serve you, S'haile."

Sarek watched as Sern faded from the monitor. He was concerned that the Terran Interplanetary Department of Transportation would delay Professor Uhura's transport documents. He decided he would wait two standard days and then contact the director of that department for assistance.


The next day, Amanda woke up and continued her business of checking off RSVPs from dignitaries on other Federation planets. She smiled, thinking about how Vulcan High Command was on board with acknowledging Spock and his marriage. Then she received a message from Sarek that Starfleet had approved Spock and Nyota's leave, and that the Enterprise was already en route to Vulcan. Amanda did a victory dance in her office and shouted with glee. She quickly notified T'Pau of the couple's impending arrival. Now she needed to let Saana know of the good news. Since she was already at the Vulcan Embassy, her departure would be much easier. Amanda looked down at her Padd as it beeped to indicate more RSVPs. She needed to confirm them first before the call.

Amanda finalized the confirmed list on her Padd and transferred it to Sevel. Amanda checked her chronometer for San Francisco time and settled at her desk to call Saana. Because of tight security, she had to go through the Embassy channel. She was greeted by T'Zora, who raised her hand in the ta'al. She looked at the young Vulcan woman, who Amanda remembers as a little girl, grown now.

"It is an honor to speak with you, T'Amanda; how can I serve you?"

"Greetings, T'Zora it is good to see you again. How are the accommodations for Professor Uhura?"

"Professor Uhura arrived at the Vulcan Embassy at 2100 hours yesterday. We invited her to take end meal with us, and she did. She is currently working on her Vulcansu learning module."

"That's nice to know. How is her progress?"

"She has completed 35.67 percent of the basic Vulcansu learning module and is making moderate progress. There are some letter-sound mispronunciations, but her progress is acceptable."

"That is good. When she arrives on Vulcan, she will be able to understand simple greetings and instructions. Thank you for providing the learning modules."

"It is of no consequence."

"How are the news media behaving?"

"They continue to inquire about the status and location of S'haile Spock and his wife. They continue to refer to them as Prince Spock and Princess Nyota, respectively. I believe someone misinterpreted the title after I included it in the media release."

"OH! So that's how it started?!"

T'Zora was trying to read Amanda's facial expressions and became concerned:

"Have I erred, T'Amanda?"

"No, you have not. I am grateful that the Embassy tried to intercede to resolve the situation."

"Do have any further requests, T'Amanda? How can I be of service?"

Amanda kept forgetting that Vulcanians are not social people unless they have a purpose. She sighed deeply and then smiled:

"I would like to speak with Professor Uhura."

"I will inform her of your presence, T'Amanda."

T'Zora tapped her com-link Padd to page Professor Uhura. A beep acknowledged that her page had been received.

"I will transfer you to her com-link, T'Amanda."

"Your service honors us, T'Zora."

"I am here to serve," T'Zora said before transferring her call to Professor Uhura.


Meanwhile, at Starfleet Command, Admiral Nimitz received a com-link page from Federation President Demetrio:

"Good morning, Admiral Nimitz."

"Mr. President, what can I do for you?"

Demetrio raised his brow: "Have you received and accepted the invitation to Altair VI?"

"Yes, I have; the Enterprise is scheduled to escort me there."

"Mind if I join you, Admiral?"

"Not at all. I know Captain Kirk would be honored, Mr. President."

Demetrio smiled with pleasure:

"I see the news of Commander Spock's marriage is all the rage on Earth."

"The media is eating it up. They are calling it a romance between the Prince of Vulcan and an Earth girl. It's kind of wild."

"Admiral, I think you might have a problem. It appears that Nyota Uhura has a mother on Earth and the media has run her off from her job. I have information that she is currently staying at the Vulcan Embassy in San Francisco."

Chester sat bolt upright, wondering how the media got hold of the story about Lt. Uhura's mother. He had sealed Lt. Uhura's files because the majority of them were classified, except for her Academy records.

"I was unaware that was going on. I didn't think about her extended family." Chester typed into his Padd and found the records for Uhura's parents: "Father deceased: Was a member of Starfleet; Master Sargent killed in the line of duty; ruled accident. Mother: anthropologist/professor at the University of Rhodes in the United States of Africa." Chester looked up at Demetrio: "Thanks, I'll get someone on it right away. I wonder why I wasn't informed she was being harassed by the media?"

"It was all over the media! They were demanding that she take a stance on their marriage. It seems they gave her a rough time. The Vulcans swooped in and took her to their embassy."

Chester rubbed his hands over his face in failure: "I don't follow Earth media. I did receive the Vulcan statement a couple of days ago. Thanks! I'll check on Professor Uhura."

"Not a problem, Chester. I just wanted to let you know. Also, it seems her travel documents are somehow delayed at the Interplanetary Department of Transportation. Something about her credentials is concerning them. Could you investigate the delay?"

"Of course. I'll check on that personally!"

"Then I'll see you in a couple of weeks, Chester. Have a good day!"

Chester watched Demetrios fade from his monitor, and then he grimaced with disgust. He hit his com-link button:

"Walters, get me Lieutenant Commanders Dent and Xiu on the double!"

"Yes, Sir!"

As Walters went to find the commanders, Chester looked more closely at Uhura's file, and yet more closely at Master Sargent Kayode Uhura's profile. He read about the accident at the space dock that left Saana Uhura a widow. He then saw that another of Saana Uhura's family members-a brother-had also perished in an accident. A family shattered. Saana Uhura's profile appeared, showing her educational background in human history and anthropology. The woman worked had worked hard as a single mother to raise her daughter and to complete her impressive education. Things changed when he saw Saana's ID picture; his heart skipped a beat. She was a beautiful and mature woman; he read the file carefully to check that she had not remarried. "A handsome woman like this is not taken?" At that moment a deep longing hit Chester; it had been decades since his divorce due to his job in Starfleet. His children had grown up and were living their own lives. He stared at Saana in a dream-like state, very much taken with her doe-like brown eyes. Her chocolate brown skin looked ageless. Chester estimated that she was about 50 years old, younger than him by about 10 years. He allowed himself a quick fantasy about developing a meaningful relationship with her despite his hectic schedule. Chester's mind dwelled on the happy daydream until his intercom beeped;

"Walters here, Sir. I have the two commanders that you requested."

"Send them in, please."

The two men entered and stood at attention at Nimitz's desk.

"At ease, Commanders. I have a mission for you. I'm authorizing you to visit the Vulcan Embassy to see whether Professor Saana Uhura needs our services. Apparently, the news media are giving her a hard time. Her daughter, Lieutenant Uhura, is currently serving on the Enterprise. Have you heard that she is now married?"

They both answered, "Yes, Admiral."

"Your job is to render any service that she needs, and that extends to even having her stay here at Starfleet Command, if necessary, to get the media off her back. Her husband was in Starfleet and gave his life in the line of duty. Now, on behalf of Starfleet Command, we will extend our hospitality to her. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir!"

"The news media went too far, forcing her to leave her own home. The Vulcans beat us to her. She is currently at the Vulcan Embassy in San Francisco, but if she wishes us to assist in any way, we will be honored to help her. Dismissed!"

The two men left and headed to the Vulcan Embassy. Chester was hoping to meet this intriguing woman-the mother of his master code breaker. But he was worried about her safety and her stress levels; he sat back, thinking that things couldn't get any worse.

 

End Notes:

 

A/N: Admiral Chester Nimitz is mentioned in "Starfleet Academy Reunion-Uhura".

[1]In certain episodes of Star Trek TOS ["A Taste of Armageddon" (season 1; episode 24), "By Any Other Name" (season 2; episode 22), "The Omega Glory" (season 1; episode 23)], "the Devil in the Dark": Spock showed telepathic powers that were beyond the abilities of average Vulcans and that rivaled or surpassed those of adepts (Vulcans with extraordinary telepathic powers who have been highly trained in their use). Reports of his abilities may have reached some Vulcans who might be more interested in exploiting him (and his progeny) than in allowing him to lead his own life.

 

Chapter 14-Life Gets Interesting by Uhura the 9th
Author's Notes:

Summary:Sarek and Amanda are concerned that some Vulcan scientists might have an unethical interest in Spock's telepathic abilities, but T'Pau has guaranteed that no one will interfere with him or his wife. The news media harassed Saana in Grahamstown, forcing her to take refuge at the Vulcan Embassy in San Francisco. Things are starting to get interesting.Beta Reader: Jsilver2000

    

 

Week 3: Saana-Life Gets Interesting

Saana couldn't believe the respect with which the Vulcans had treated her since she arrived at the Embassy. She felt like royalty in a palace. She sat quietly, reciting her Vulcansu; she had completed a good part of the first module and had mastered many of the basic phrases. She had also practiced her pronunciation and conversational skills with Semek and Stinek, who gently corrected her and helped her with the fine distinctions in meaning between similar words. One thing she noticed about the Embassy was that it was very quiet and warm, providing a tranquil ambiance. She got a com-link signal from one of the aides:

"Excuse the interruption, Professor Uhura. I have S'chn T'gai Amanda Grayson requesting to speak with you."

Saana listened closely to how the aide pronounced Amanda's title and name and found it interesting.

"Thank you, T'Zora. Please connect us."

"I am here to serve."

Amanda appeared on her monitor and smiled.

"Good morning, Amanda!"

"Hello there, yourself! How has your stay at the Embassy been so far?"

Saana looked at Amanda and sighed deeply: "This week has been like a free-fall shuttle ride! Amanda, it's been awful, and you were truly right about the news media! But I have been able to relax since I got here. The Vulcans have been nothing but kind and respectful."

Amanda lost her cheery look, turning somber as she commiserated with her friend: "I'm sorry you have to go through this. It's not easy. One minute you're admired, and then the next you're infamous!"

"Wow! I can't believe that all this is happening just because two people got married."

"It's not easy. As a child or an adult, we never put Spock in the spotlight. As a matter of fact, Sarek and Spock hate attention of any kind."

"Have you heard from our children yet?"

"Yes, Starfleet approved their leave, and as we speak they are both en route to Vulcan!"

Saana clutched her chest in excitement and sighed with relief. Tears formed in her eyes; finally, she would meet Spock. "Starfleet,"Saana thought sarcastically. "Now that one mountain is climbed, the next one is right in front of me."

"Amanda, I'm so excited to meet your son and visit Vulcan! I don't know how to thank you!"

"We are family now, Saana, and we support and help each other."

Saana sighed: "Amanda, is there anything I can do about the news media?"

Amanda sat and turned her mind back to her run-ins with the media. She had tried giving a few interviews, only to have them exploited and her words misconstrued by most of the news syndicates.

"Back then, I did have a connection with one reporter who was fair. But I know he passed on; I don't know anyone in the media these days."

Saana wanted to make a simple statement to clarify her thoughts about Spock and Nyota's marriage.

Amanda could see that Saana's mind was racing and she had a determined look on her face. Curiosity got the best of her and she said, "Why do you ask?"

"I want to make a positive statement about our children."

"That would be nice. It would relieve some of the pressure from the news media and shut down some of their speculations."

"I have the beginnings of a plan. It will take some time to put it together, but I think it will defuse the situation somewhat."

"Okay. I'll trust you. I hope it works. How is your Vulcansu coming along?"

"Well, I'm working on it. According to Stinek, I need to improve my pronunciation."

Amanda laughed: "It is a hard language-I found it challenging when I was younger."

"I don't care; I like a challenge. I'll keep at it or bust!"

Both women laughed at that.

"I will let you go, Saana. Keep practicing. Stay at the Embassy as long as you want-well, at least until you can no longer handle the media. Starfleet did a good job responding to our request and allowing Spock and Nyota to come to Vulcan so soon!" Amanda said excitedly.

"Oh, brother! Starfleet," Saana said sarcastically.

"What's up with that?"

"Starfleet took my Nyota into space, and now I barely see her!" Saana snapped.

Amanda was a little confused, but she heard the tone of resentment in Saana's voice: "Okay, Saana. I will keep in touch and will let you know if anything changes. It's just a matter of time before things get better."

Saana held up her hand and tried to spread her fingers in the ta'al without success:

"Dif-tor heh smusma [Live long and prosper.], Amanda."

"WOW, that was perfect!"

Amanda held up her fingers in the ta'al: "Sochya eh dif [Peace and long life]."

Saana interpreted: "That means peace and long life."

Amanda smiled: "Also correct. I can hardly wait for your visit. Have a wonderful day, Saana!"

"Bye!"

Both women faded from their com-link with a smile. Saana was right proud of herself. She was learning something new.

Then her com-link beeped again and she answered:

"SAANA! Are you all right? I was so worried about you!"

Saana saw how concerned and worried Reuben looked. She hadn't meant to forget about him; she had been quite busy.

"Reuben! I am so happy to hear from you!"

Reuben smiled. He was glad to finally reach her after seeing how the media had treated her and driven her from her job.

"Are you all right? I saw those Vulcans take you away. Are you in trouble?"

"No, they were helping me."

"They were?"

"Yes. I'm at the Vulcan Embassy in San Francisco, living in their building for now."

"SAN FRANCISCO?! In the United States of America?" Reuben realized that he was far from her; it intensified the feeling that he really missed her.

"Yes. I'm sorry that I worried you."

"I don't understand-why the Vulcan Embassy?"

"My daughter is married to a Vulcan. Didn't you see the news?"

"Yes, I did, but why are you there?"

Saana took a deep breath; she had heard the concern in his voice: "The media harassed me so bad that it affected my job and I didn't feel safe in my own home. So the Vulcans offered to shelter me from the news media. Believe me, the media got on my nerves with all the mean things they said about my daughter and her husband!"

Reuben looked sorrowful: "I miss you, Saana. When are you coming back?"

"I don't know?"

"Do you want me to come there to support you?"

Saana was taken back by the thought of Reuben coming to be with her; it made her cheeks warm. She didn't know how to take it. She realized that he was definitely attracted to her, on a more-than-friends level.

"I don't know about that either. I will inform you if anything changes. This about my daughter, Reuben. I need to know that she is safe. I hate the fact that the world-maybe the galaxy-has judged them, and that upsets me."

Just then someone buzzed her door.

"Reuben, I will contact you in the coming days and give you updates; okay?"

"All right, Saana. I just want you to know that I care about you. Be safe!"

Saana was touched by the statement and smiled warmly: "Thank you. I will contact you soon."

Reuben disconnected from Saana with a heavy heart. He felt like it might be the last time he would ever see her. He hadn't gotten the chance to express his true feelings. "Saana is a very beautiful woman," he thought. He was unsettled by the thought that immediately followed: that males from other species might be attracted to her. He wished he'd had more time to make a commitment with Saana before this situation erupted. "I will miss you, Saana, my heart."


Saana gave the computer the command open the door, and Semek entered with Stinek, both wearing the long robe-like coats. She wondered if they ever got hot in their clothes; they were the two coolest looking men.

"Pardon, Professor Uhura. Two Starfleet representatives are requesting your presence," Semek said.

"Really? I wonder what they want?"

"They are waiting for you in one of the guest offices. We will escort you if you wish."

Saana had lost her good mood: "Starfleet." Not her favorite institution.

"Let's go see what they want."

Saana followed the two Vulcans down the elevator to one of the offices on the main floor. There she saw two Starfleet officers standing at attention; Saana was not impressed.

The two men turned to greet her:

"Good afternoon, Professor Uhura. I am Lieutenant Commander Dent, and this is Lieutenant Commander Xui from Starfleet Command."

Saana gave them a quick once-over, more of a glare. She turned to Stinek and Semek, who were leaving the office to give them privacy:

"Stinek and Semek, please stay!"

Both Vulcans returned and stood behind Professor Uhura. The two young men stood taller and somehow managed to look intense, despite the stoic looks on their faces and holding their hands behind their backs.

"Yes, gentlemen. You wanted to see me?"

Dent spoke up:

"Professor Uhura, on behalf of Starfleet Command, we offer you congratulations on your daughter Lieutenant Nyota Uhura's wedding to Commander Spock of Vulcan. We are here to render any services that you might need."

Saana looked at the two Starfleet men and folded her arms across her chest. She had been at the Embassy for one day, and before that she had been living and working in a hostile environment created by the media. Her face, and those of Spock and Nyota, had been plastered across the planet. Only the Vulcans came to find out how she was doing.

"Starfleet, humpf," she said, only barely resisting the urge to roll her eyes. Saana put a hand on her hip and started tapping her foot.

"Aren't you a little late?"

The two commanders looked at each other, wondering what she was talking about.

"Excuse me, Professor?" Dent asked.

"The news media have been hounding me for almost three days. They showed up at my job, my home. They would have cost me my job if the chancellor hadn't been sympathetic. But thanks to the Vulcans, I'm safe here."

The two men looked at each other again and then back at her:

"Admiral Nimitz extends an invitation on behalf of Starfleet Command to accommodate you in a secure area and provide protection, Professor," Xui stated.

She didn't know this Admiral Nimitz or care to, and so she gave a snarky answer:

"Thanks, but no thanks. Ambassador Sarek of Vulcan has provided lodging and security for me. So, gentlemen, why don't you thank Osu Semek and Osu Stinek for taking care of me?"

Saana glanced behind her and looked up at the two Vulcans and then she slowly turned toward the Starfleet Commanders, waiting for their response.

The two Commanders looked at each other; they were embarrassed and dumbfounded by the situation. Commander Xui looked toward the two tall Vulcans:

"Thank you, gentlemen, for your services in safeguarding Professor Uhura."

Semek spoke without changing his facial expression: "Thanks is not necessary; we are here to serve Professor Uhura."

The two officers became really nervous and felt out of place. Dent bowed slightly toward Professor Uhura:

"Our apologies, Professor Uhura, for any misunderstanding. Have a good day, madam."

The two men could not leave the office quickly enough. Neither of the two Vulcan aides was exactly sure what had occurred; they were not well versed in Terran sarcasm. They did manage to understand that Professor Uhura was upset with the Starfleet officers for some unknown reason, but that was not their concern-only her safety. Saana took a deep breath before turning to the two aides with a smile:

"Ish-veh dvin dor-tor nash-veh [Your service honors me]."

Stinek bowed his head and responded, "It is an honor to serve you, Professor Uhura. Your Vulcansu has improved since your stay here."

The two aides led her back to her suite.

"I have been practicing, plus your conversing with me has made it easier."

"We will continue to engage in conversation to enhance your Vulcansu skills if you wish," Semek said.

"I would like that very much."

Saana liked the Vulcans; they had grown on her. She admired their quiet demeanor and their ability to analyze things in practical ways. She enjoyed the dinners (end-meals) she had with Ambassador Sern and his aides. The conversations were always factual and to the point but still interesting. Many times she had to turn her head to stop herself from laughing out loud about their interactions. But they treated her with the utmost respect, and they helped her practice her Vulcansu, appreciating her willingness to learn.

When she lay down to sleep, Saana thought about Nyota and Spock, wondering when she would be able to meet with them. It has been a while since Nyota's last shore leave on Earth. Amanda was confident that Saana would make it to Vulcan in time for the festivities, and Saana was developing a deep feeling she would too. "Why the fuss about all my travel documents?" she wondered. She had a suspicion that things were in the works to expedite her documents. Then her mind drifted to the way Reuben had said goodbye. "Do I like him? Am I ready for a relationship? So many things are happening so fast; would Nyota like him if I date him?" Saana fell into a restless sleep.


Earlier in the day, at Starfleet Command, after the two commanders met with Professor Uhura:

Admiral Chester Nimitz got the report from his two officers. They were ruffled by Saana Uhura's statements. This didn't sit well with him after what Federation President Demetrios had said. He was incensed that the family of stellar Starfleet officers had been treated as second-class citizens. "This won't look good for the Fleet, the Federation, or Vulcan if Starfleet neglected the families of its personnel on my watch." He smoothed down his mixed black and platinum hair. A public relations initiative across the board was a must. He wished people would put away their differences and work together for the common good. The media hounding the woman at her job and home was not doing anyone any good. Then he was invited to their wedding reception and had not shown respect to or even checked on the mother of the bride? Chester sighed deeply, thinking about the debacle with Professor Uhura at the Vulcan Embassy. Both of his officers had reported that she was standoffish and had snapped at them for reasons they didn't know. He needed to do something-fast before things between Starfleet and Professor Uhura got worse. He snapped his intercom:

"Walters?"

"Yes, sir?"

"Clear my schedule from mid-morning through the afternoon."

"You do have a chief of staff meeting at 1600 hours tomorrow."

"Clear it just in case I'm not back in time."

"Yes, sir. I will notify the personnel right away."

"Walters, after I leave tomorrow, you can take the rest of the day off."

Walters got excited: "Thank you, sir!"

Chester closed his intercom and leaned back in his chair, wondering what this woman was like. A little feisty it seemed. This piqued his interest in Saana Uhura even more. "It will be quite interesting to have lunch with her."


The next day, Saana started her day with the Vulcans, even though they normally started their day much earlier than she. She sat staring at Nyota's wedding vid, admiring the gown and the wedding party. She had an idea of how to present them to the world, but she needed their permission. Somehow she needed a com-link to the Enterprise. The Vulcans could do that for her. She took a walk around the garden and then ate her breakfast. Then Saana continued with her language lessons, where she found it hard to pronounce some of the words because there were no vowels, only consonants. She felt like she was spitting out words; the computer continued to correct her, to her frustration. She decided to take a break and drink some tea. On her way down to the breakfast area, Saana received a page from Semek;

"Professor Uhura, you have a guest."

"Really? Another guest?"

"Yes, Professor. What are your instructions?"

"I'm on my way now. Who is it?"

"Admiral Nimitz from Starfleet Command. Do you wish to see him?"

"Oh, they sent the big guns to deal with me," she thought. "Sure. Can we use the same receiving area, Semek?"

"Yes. Do you need me to remain?"

"Naw. I think I can handle one admiral."

Saana thought about what to say to the big brass as she walked down the corridor.

"Thanks, Semek."

Semek inclined his head and opened the door to the receiving area, taking a position outside the door. When Saana entered the room she was ready to pounce on the man, but to her surprise, she held her breath. A tall, broad-shouldered man with gray/platinum hair and grayish-blue eyes stood before her. Her heart skipped a beat. It was those eyes-she couldn't talk, only stare. He was wearing a gold uniform that fit him well, he looked handsome for a man his age.

Chester heard the door open and turned to see Saana Uhura enter. She walked like a cultured woman. For a woman her age, she had the most sensuous figure. "Why is she not taken or remarried?" he wondered. At that moment, Chester's mouth went dry. He moistened his lips; he felt like a teenager asking for his first date. With his arms crossed behind his back he introduced himself:

"Good mornin', Professor Uhura. Thank you for taking the time to see me. I am Fleet Admiral Chester Nimitz, and it's an honor to meet you."

He gave her a slight smile; he didn't want to mess up like the messengers he had sent yesterday.

There was a slight pause before Saana could respond; she kept looking into his eyes:

"Ad-mir-al. Nice to meet you."

Chester approached her with a warm smile, taking one of her hands and looking into her eyes.

"My deepest apologies for the inconvenience to you because of this media circus. Starfleet Command was unaware of its impact on you and your job. The media have misconstrued some of the information they've got their hands on. We've been working like crazy to plug the holes in our system that let them access Commander Spock's and Lieutenant Uhura's Academy files."

"Oh, I-see."

Saana was lost in his eyes and the warmth of his hands.

"We only found out recently that you were staying here with the Vulcans. I personally sent the commanders to render any services that we might have overlooked. We have a great relationship with the Vulcan diplomatic corps, and we wanted to extend that courtesy."

"It goes deeper than that; maybe I was hasty coming to the Embassy," Saana said with a slight smile.

Chester took it all in and stepped closer to her:

"Are you doing anything for lunch? It's almost lunch time. I would be honored if you would join me. I would like to discuss how your daughter's work has impacted Starfleet and the Academy."

"What about the circus outside?"

"I have a special place where we won't be disturbed or interrupted," he replied, holding out his arm to her. "Shall we?"

Saana looked up into those stormy gray eyes. "There's something about him," she thought. Saana felt drawn to him. She wrapped her arm around his and they left.

After asking Semek for directions, they went to the Embassy's transporter room and were beamed back to Starfleet Command headquarters, to one of their restaurants, a nice place where there few people, and soft music was playing in the background.

Saana looked around the cozy place: "What is this place?"

"It's the officer's lounge at Starfleet Command headquarters. See? No media; just a restaurant with a bar. I come here sometimes when I work late."

They sat down. A waitress appeared and gave them thin menu Padds. Chester didn't want to blow this; he was really attracted to Saana and he was grateful that she had accepted his invitation. This gave him a better opportunity to talk and get to know her. He was hoping for more if she would allow it.

"I didn't know your husband, but according to his records he was a fine officer."

"Yes, Kayode was a fine man. I was happily married to him. Things had changed after his death; it was a shock to me, and still to this day STARFLEET has never found the cause!" Saana said, becoming emotional.

Chester caught the tension in her voice. That was when he realized that she blamed Starfleet for her loss."That was strong, I need to change the topic if I want to know her in a more meaningful way."

"Saana, I see you are still dealing with your loss, and I respect your sorrow. I've lost crew members during my career; anyone who has been in a command position for as along as I have has lost crew members. But you never get used to it. And I cannot imagine the grief of losing a spouse."

Saana took a deep breath. She was touched by Nimitz's sincerity. She gave him credit and smiled at him for his effort. "Thank you for your kind words, Admiral. I do appreciate them. But perhaps we should discuss a lighter topic."

"Then tell me about your work at the University of Rhodes-how did you choose that career?"

"I teach anthropology there, which I enjoy. I am currently working on a research paper on ancient hominids whose remains have been found at Olduvai Gorge. Although the site has been excavated since the mid-20th Century, there is still more to be found. I have been interested in the ancient origins of humankind and the ebb and flow of cultures throughout history since I was a girl."

"Really? I'm impressed that you have accomplished so much for such a young woman."

Saana looked at Chester and saw a twinkle in his grayish/blue eyes; it threw her off:

"You do see the gray streaks in my hair, Admiral? And you are aware that I have a married daughter in Starfleet?"

Chester chuckled at her remark, revealing a winning smile.

Saana was taken back by it and took a deep breath.

"Please call me Chess or Chester."

They ordered their lunch and discussed their careers. Saana learned that Chester had been divorced for some years and had two grown sons working in different parts of the Alpha quadrant. They talked into the late afternoon.

"Look at the time! Saana said. "I need to study my Vulcansu and practice with my tutors."

"Learning Vulcan because of your new son-in-law?"

"Yes. If my plans fall in line, I'll be visiting Vulcan for their wedding reception."

"Oh yes, I see," Chester said knowingly. He was aware of the plans and he had investigated the delay in processing her credentials. "Things should be resolved in less than a day, he thought. Politics!"

As Chester escorted Saana back to the Embassy compound, his heart was drawn to her and he wanted to see her again:

"Saana, may I ask you to join me for lunch tomorrow-same time, different place?"

Saana looked up at him and smiled: "I don't see why not; I had a good time with you, Chess. Thank you."

Chester lifted one of her hands and kissed her knuckles, showing his feelings. Saana gasped and felt her face flush.

"Until tomorrow, Saana! Have a wonderful evening."

Chester left Saana feeling confused, her heart torn. She felt like she had betrayed Kayode. She entered the Embassy and was greeted by Semek.

"Good afternoon, Semek."

"Good afternoon, Professor Uhura. Would like to be served mid-meal?"

"I had a long lunch, Semek. No thank you."

"As you wish. If you require more sustenance, the service facility is at your disposal. One of the staff can provide a meal for you. Also, Professor Uhura, we have adjusted our com-link to reach the USS Enterprise at your convenience."

Semek handed her a thin Padd with the codes.

"WOW-that's wonderful! I think I'll call them now."

Saana wanted to hug the young Vulcan, but she remembered reading that Vulcans are very sensitive to touch and that touching them without permission is a violation of Vulcan etiquette. She quickly placed her hands at her sides.

"Your service honors me."

"I am here to serve. Good evening, Professor Uhura." Semek said, returning to his station.

Saana was so excited as she quickly returned to her suite with the Padd in her hand. She looked down at the codes. "Now I can reach them without the signal being lost!" She smiled at the thought that she would be speaking with her daughter very soon.

 

Chapter 15-Life gets Interesting-part 2 by Uhura the 9th
Author's Notes:

Beta Reader: Jsilver2000    

Summary: Saana was staying at the Vulcan Embassy, where she continued to learn Vulcansu. She still carried bitterness against Starfleet and had rebuffed the first two Starfleet officers who had come to offer their services. But Saana's feelings were in flux after she had lunch with Admiral Chester Nimitz. Saana was about to meet her son-in-law for the first time.    

Week 3: Earth Life Gets Interesting-continuation

Saana quickly walked from the elevator to her suite, went to the com-link on her desk, and typed in her code. She was so excited to finally reach Nyota for the first time since she told her that she was married. She sat at the computer waiting for the channel to connect. Saana's excitement soared as she remembered seeing her daughter, accompanied by her best friend, Charlene, telling her about the wedding. Then the com-link connected, and Saana got quite a surprise: the first live view of her son-in-law, Spock. Saana admired his arched eyebrows, pointed ears, and thoughtful expression. He didn't smile, yet he somehow managed to express a quiet, but welcoming, demeanor.

"Greetings, Professor Uhura," Spock said, raising his hand in the ta'al.

Raising her own hand, Saana took a deep breath and concentrated on her greeting: "Dif-tor heh smusma [Live long and prosper].

Spock raised a brow, both astonished and touched by the effort that she had made to achieve her perfect pronunciation; he bowed his head in acknowledgment and returned the greeting in Vulcansu: "Sochya eh dif [Peace and long life]."

Spock was surprised at how much his Nyota resembled her mother-the same smooth coffee-colored skin and wide, dark brown eyes. The resemblance was uncanny; Saana was a beautiful version of his Nyota; the only difference was the gray shading of her hair.

Saana continued to speak in Vulcansu: "It is an honor to meet you, Commander Spock."

"The honor is mine, Professor Uhura. Please, you may call me Spock. Also, I wish to ask for your forgiveness for not informing you of my intent to ask for your daughter's hand. I know that in the Bantu cultures, it is customary to ask for parental consent to marriage." Spock felt he and Nyota had done the right thing, but he was concerned that having a secret wedding would appear disrespectful.

"Spock, it is perfectly understandable. Nyota explained it to me a couple of months ago when she told me you were married secretly. I'm happy that you are looking out for her now and making her feel safe. I am blessed that you two found each other. So I thank you!"

"How can I be of service?"

"Is Nyota with you?"

Spock switched to Standard: "One moment please." He got up to find Nyota who was working on one of her journals; a moment later, he returned to the monitor with her and she sat in front of the monitor while he stood behind her. Nyota gave her mother a dazzling smile:

"Mama! This is a surprise! How are you?"

Spock started to feel uncomfortable; he had heard Nyota address her mother with a Terran endearment. He expressed his concern through their bond: "I am uncomfortable addressing your mother with that title, my wife.'"

"Please call her Mother Uhura-you are part of my family."

Spock considered it and found it acceptable.

Saana scowled for a moment and then replied: "I'm doing better now, but earlier this week that was a loaded question!"

"Professor Uhura, I have noticed that you are on a Vulcan embassy frequency," Spock observed.

"You are right, Spock. I am living at the Vulcan Embassy in San Francisco, thanks to our Earth media, which have been hounding me for information about you two! If it weren't for Spock's parents, I would've been run over by the mob of reporters."

"Mama, that's terrible to hear! I'm so sorry."

Saana took a quick breath and smiled widely: "But now I am almost ready to leave on a transport to Vulcan to see you both! The Embassy brought me here to make my transport easier, but mostly to help me avoid the harassment I've been receiving. Now I'm just waiting for clearance. I'm so excited, I've never been to Vulcan!"

Spock and Nyota looked at each other. Saana smiled at Spock's raised eyebrow.

"Do you know that we are on our way to Vulcan too?" Nyota asked.

Spock saw the excitement in Saana's face and realized that his parents had made arrangements for all of them to rendezvous before the reception. They were only days from arrival. Things had progressed faster than he had thought.

"Professor Uhura, you've been in contact with my parents?" "Mother Uhura, Spock!" Nyota corrected him through their bond.

"Well, yes; mostly your mother. What a wonderful woman your mother is! I consider her my friend. She's primarily responsible for arranging for me to travel to Vulcan, and I assume for my accommodations here at the Vulcan Embassy! I have been treated with respect here, and the ambassador's aides, Stinek and Semek, have been helping me practice my Vulcansu. But enough about me! Please tell me how you two are doing!"

"Well, the crew is treating us differently now because they've found out Spock is a prince."

"I am not a prince."

Nyota glanced up at her husband with a smile: "According to Starfleet you are!"

"The social media is saying that here as well-that you are some sort of prince-S'haile is the term they're using," Saana added.

Spock rolled his eyes and sighed:

"The term simply refers to my status within my clan."

Both women just smiled.

"Captain Kirk also let me take command of the Enterprise under Spock's guidance, and I did really well."

"WOW, that huge ship?" Saana asked, gasping and clasping her hands together: "I'm so proud of you!"

"Nyota performed as well as any starship officer," Spock added.

"You two look so nice together-and cute!" Saana said, giggling.

Nyota laughed and looked up at Spock just in time to see him roll his eyes again.

Saana continued to smile at the two of them: "How is married life so far?"

Nyota glanced up at Spock again, batting her eyes; one of his brows rose.

"He's a wonderful man, and we don't let married life keep us from carrying out our duties."

"I can see that! At least I don't have to wait to get to Vulcan to see Spock; it is so great to meet you, Spock! I wondered after your announcement if I would ever see the two of you. I know that exploration takes you far away from home, and that kind of worried me. But I am thrilled that I'll get to see you sometime next week!" Saana said happily.

Nyota noticed that her mother was very talkative and seemed to have a glow about her, something that she had not seen in a long time.

"Mama, you-you look different," Nyota said, hoping Saana would give her the reason for her more positive outlook.

Saana felt her face flush: "It's as if she can read my mind." A moment later, Saana realized that two men had just popped into her head.

"I do?" she asked, stalling for time.

"Yes, you look-you look happy."

"Oh, I'm just enjoying my stay here at the embassy and waiting for the documents to clear so I can travel to Vulcan. But I do need a favor from the two of you; this is the reason I contacted you."

"How can we help you?" Spock asked.

Saana looked at Spock and smiled: "Spock, your mother shared with me how the media reacted to your parents' courtship and how they gave them a hard time. I just can't believe what they are doing to the two of you."

"My parents told me that some unpleasant incidents transpired."

"Nyota, they found one of your old Academy pictures and plastered it all over the world."

"Oh no! Not that old thing!" Nyota exclaimed, shaking her head.

"Yep! And they asked me intrusive questions about your relationship; they were mean and nosy! I was wondering whether you would give your permission to use one of the holo-pics from your wedding so I can include it with a truthful account of your relationship and wedding that I am writing to set the record straight and respond to the disrespect the media have shown you."

Nyota felt sad that prejudice was still an issue among species. Humanity's entrance into space had put somewhat of a damper on it on Earth, but some people still disapproved of interspecies relationships. "But when you are in space, people of all species need to depend on each other in life-and-death situations, regardless of whether they like you or not. Clinging to prejudice is a luxury that spacefaring people didn't have," Nyota thought. Hearing that people on Earth-her own planet-were making racist remarks about who she had married was upsetting and disappointing. Nyota projected her thoughts to Spock. "Kaiidth" [what is, is] was all he could think.

"Of course, Mama, if it would help our case."

"Thank you both! There's nothing more powerful than the pen! I will give them a piece of my mind!" Saana said determinedly. "I won't keep you, since I'll be seeing you soon. Then you can give me all the details of your wedding!"

Spock spoke solemnly: "The honor will be ours, Mother Uhura." Through their bond, he could sense Nyota's pleasure at hearing this.

"Yes, it seems this reception has turned into a big celebration!" Nyota added.

"Has it?"

"Yes, they are making sure that Spock and I get back to Vulcan in time."

"Sounds like a plan! I am really excited!"

Spock tugged on their bond, meaning it was time to go.

"Mama, we have to leave, but I want to thank you for writing the article on our behalf."

"It's no problem. Take care, you two! See you next week. God Bless!" Saana faded from the monitor.

"Thank you for addressing my mother that way, Ashayam [Beloved]. It was perfect," Nyota said, extending two fingers toward him. Spock reciprocated the gesture.


Saana went to work on her computer, searching for a media outlet that would present her family properly; after a thorough search, she found one that she thought was trustworthy and appropriate. She wrote a long article about interspecies diversity and prejudice, making the point that the loneliness and dangers of space don't discriminate on the basis of the color of skin or blood. She wrote a well-researched article, giving the details of Earth's history as examples to drive her points. She was at it for hours, until she found just the right approach and tone. Saana downloaded Spock and Nyota's wedding vid, which showcased the diversity of the crew. Then she sent a com-link to the online magazine focusing on weddings and submitted the article to their editor. Not long after that, she received a response to her article from a woman named Michelle Combs, owner of the media site, thanking her for the exclusive article on Commander Spock and Lieutenant Uhura's wedding.

Then Saana decided to com-link Reuben. His automated recording appeared and asked the caller to leave a message.

"Hello, Reuben. I'm returning your call., I am at the Vulcan Embassy and am still doing well. Once my documents are in order, I will be leaving Earth to travel to Vulcan to see my daughter and her new husband. I want to thank you for a great time these last couple of weeks. I don't know when I will return. I will try to reach you when I arrive at Vulcan. God Bless! See you soon. Saana."

Saana sighed with accomplishment after she ending the message to Reuben. Then she got ready for bed. Later that night, as she lay there trying to sleep, two handsome male figures invaded her thoughts. One of them would be having lunch with her the next day.

The next day, Saana woke up in such a wonderful mood that she hummed all the way down to breakfast. She broke into song when she greeted T'Zora, Stinek, and Semek, eliciting three identical sets of raised eyebrows; they were unable to process such a greeting.

"Professor Uhura, are you well?" Semek asked.

"We do have a healer on the premises if you have need of her services," T'Zora added.

For a moment, Saana stared at the three of them in confusion; then she realized why they were concerned:

"Oh, I'm sorry! I am quite well, and I don't need a-a healer," she said chuckling. "It is just that I am in such a good mood that I can't help humming with happiness."

The three Vulcans exchanged glances, trying to process her exuberance. They continued to observe her strange behavior as unobtrusively as possible while they gathered the makings of their morning meal. Saana continued to hum as she chose a fruit salad, an herbal tea favored by the Vulcans, and a bread of some sort before taking a seat at the table.

Stinek addressed her: "Professor Uhura, the Interplanetary Department of Transportation contacted the Embassy this morning; all your documents have been processed, and arrangements have been made for you to board a transport to Vulcan later this evening."

Saana's face lit up and she broke into a wide smile: "That is great news! I will start packing right after the morning meal!"

"That is not necessary; one of the aides will provide that service. You are now a member of S'haile Sarek's extended family and will be treated as such," Semek said, bowing his head in respect.

Being treated as royalty was new to Saana:

"OK. I do have a lunch meeting later, so I want to return and change clothes."

"As you wish; we can delay the packing," Semek said.

"Sounds like a plan! Plus I would like to get in another lesson in Vulcansu before I leave for lunch and Earth."

"It will honor us to continue to enhance your knowledge of Vulcansu, Professor Uhura," Stinek said, still sneaking glances at Saana's glowing face.

The next couple of hours were a haze. Saana tried to concentrate on the language, but anticipation of her lunch date with Chess had her heart racing-something that she hadn't felt since Kayode. "Oh no? What's wrong with me?" she wondered, thinking about Chester's leading-man good looks and those steel-gray then there was Reuben: Sometimes the image of his high cheekbones and dazzling smile would unexpectedly intrude upon her thoughts. She felt pulled in two directions-toward two very different men. Her mind couldn't figure it out. She was distracted by these thoughts.

"Professor Uhura? It seems your mind is elsewhere; this concludes our language lesson. You have progressed admirably since your arrival. Your time on Vulcan will expand your conversation skills," Stinek commented.

"I'm so sorry, Stinek. You are correct that my mind was occupied," Saana said, looking embarrassed.

"It is of no consequence. Perhaps you are ready for mid-meal?"

"Yes, I must be. Admiral Nimitz will be arriving soon, so I'd better go change." Saana stood up: "Thank you again. Your service honors me, Stinek."

Stinek bowed his head: "The honor is mine, Professor. I will announce Admiral Nimitz's arrival."

"That would be wonderful. Thank you again."

Saana left to get ready for her lunch date.


Chester had had a restless night. His mind kept wandering to the 5-foot-5-inch chocolate mocha woman he had met the day before. Her face held a sort of beauty he had never before seen in a woman. Being in her presence made him feel like a man who had come upon an oasis in a dry desert while nearly dying of thirst. Her eyes sparkled, her smile was winning, but when he touched her hands, it filled a hole in the depths of his soul.

His attraction to her was so intense he forgot the basic mechanics of dating a woman. He settled into his morning routine and cleared his afternoon schedule of appointments and meetings. His aide, Walters, looked at him as if he had grown two heads or something. Until the day before, he hadn't canceled anything in decades. He made Walters drop everything to make sure that Saana's documents were in order and that she was cleared for travel to Vulcan. "The bureaucrats at the Interplanetary Department of Transportation are the hold-up," he thought. Chester knew he didn't have much time with Saana, as she was leaving that night. He changed his clothes in preparation for his lunch date. He desired a low-key, yet intimate spot for lunch. He had everything planned, and his aides and security set it all up.

Now Chester stood in front of the Vulcan Embassy waiting for clearance to enter. He saw Saana in the distance, and his heart beat faster. "Why does she make me feel like an adolescent? I feel silly, but I can't let her go without letting her know how I feel!"

"Good afternoon, Saana."

"Good afternoon, Chess. You look handsome in your civilian clothes!" Saana looked him up and down in his casual clothes, which accented his muscular chest and slim waist. "The man is a walking model!"

Chester gave her a winning smile and chuckled: "That's a first! I don't think I've been described that way in a long time. Since we're giving out compliments, you look stunning yourself."

"Thanks, Chess! So where are we having lunch?"

"I decided to take you to a special place that I hope you will like."

She looked up and smiled at him: "I'm ready."

Chester extended his arm, and she wrapped hers around his; he escorted her to his hover car. They made small talk as he drove her to their destination; she was surprised that they ended up at a park.

"Where is this?"

"This is Golden Gate Park. I hope you like picnics?"

"Yes, I do!"

Chester helped her out of the car and opened the compartment to grab two baskets and a couple of blankets.

"Oh, let me help you. I'm a camper at heart because of my field," Saana said, reaching for one of the baskets. "Wow, what's in here? Did you pack enough for a starship crew?"

"I didn't know what you like, so I kind of packed a little of everything."

Saana stopped in her tracks and stared at him; it was a thoughtful gesture, and he was earning points for charm.

He led her down a path to a shaded area under a tree and started setting up. When Saana opened up one of the baskets, there was an assortment of sandwiches, fruits, and salads. Chester opened the other basket to reveal plates, cutlery, fabricated glasses, and drinks.

Saana was touched that he went all out to prepare the picnic. Without a doubt, Chester Nimitz was attracted to her: "Oh my, this is wonderful! This is so nice, Chess! Thank you."

"I seldom take time for myself to really enjoy the beautiful things of life," Chester said, staring at her and hoping that she would understand his meaning.

They served each other and continued with small talk about their jobs and accomplishments. Chester talked freely about his two sons, both living on established colonies. Neither one had pursued a career in Starfleet. Saana discussed her studies at the university and how she led her mini-expeditions for students to learn how to conduct research and write a thesis. They spent hours sharing childhood experiences and discussing how Chess decided to pursue a career in Starfleet: The 'stars' had called to him. This struck a chord with Saana, causing her thoughts to turn dark and her smiling face to morph into a frown.

"Saana, did I say something wrong?" Chess asked, looking at her with concern, knowing he had said something that disturbed her.

Saana held her head down in deep thought: "It's just that I miss my daughter, Nyota. As you are well aware, she's in Starfleet. But I didn't want her to join because Starfleet takes people so far away from their families," she said. "And sometimes doesn't bring them back," she thought, but she wasn't ready yet to discuss her personal losses with Chester. "I just-just find it hard sometimes. But the good news is that I will be seeing her and Commander Spock soon-I believe it will be next week, now that I have all my documents in order to finally leave."

Saana looked up at Chess and smiled.

He smiled back: "I understand; it's been some time since I've seen my sons. Do you know that I'm a grandfather? My second son, Matt, has a four-year-old boy."

"Wow! That's wonderful! I hope you take some time off to go visit them."

"I will do that now-because of you. Thank you. Saana, I have something to give you."

Chess went into his pocket, pulled out a yellow disk, and held it out toward Saana. She looked at the disk and then looked up at him with curiosity.

Chester took a deep breath:

"I hope this gives you peace about your husband; it's the final report of his accident. It turns out that he was a hero; he saved about a dozen people. I will have the official record updated to reflect his actions."

Tears came down as she took the disk. Her Kay was a hero; he had died saving others. He was so selfless; he would do something like that; he cared so much about people. Chess handed her a napkin, and she wiped away her tears.

"Thank you for-for doing this. He was such a wonderful, caring husband, friend, and father. Thank you for telling me that he-didn't die in vain."

Chess took her hand to comfort her: "I know you must feel that you were cheated out of your time with him. I would like to have met a man like him."

Saana smiled at him. His words both comforted her and tugged at her heart. I'm not ready for a relationship. She tried to shut that door. She reached into her pocket and felt the disk. Chester had given her resolution, closure of her longstanding wounds related to Kay's death. But now she was troubled over something else-her past treatment of Nyota.

"I have to go, Chess. I'm leaving for Vulcan tonight, and I have to get ready."

"Of course."

They packed up and headed back to the hovercar. They rode quietly back to the Embassy. Chester knew she was deep in thought over her husband, and he wouldn't touch that area until Saana was ready. He gave her quick glances as he drove. He walked her to the side entrance to the Embassy, and they stood looking at each other. Saana couldn't help staring into those steel-gray eyes.

"Thank you so much, Chess! You made my visit to America memorable."

"The honor is mine, Saana. I hope to see you again."

"I hope so; I would like that very much. Thank you again for the disk on my husband. It means a great deal to me."

Chester reached for her hand and held it gently, smiling at her. Somehow this woman had touched his life; it was the best two days he had had in a long time.

"Who knows what the future holds, Saana?" Chester asked, raising her hand and kissing her knuckles.

"Have a safe journey to Vulcan; you will enjoy it."

He turned to leave with a great big grin on his face, knowing he would see her sooner than she thought. "The surprise will be worth it."


Saana quickly went in through the private entrance and headed to her suite. The aide had packed most of her things, but she double-checked that everything was in order. She took another shower. She was anxious about leaving Earth to go into deep space for her next adventure. She was ready when Semek knocked.

"Good evening, Professor Uhura. Your transport is ready for departure." He walked toward her luggage to grab it.

"I'm ready, Semek. I want to thank you for helping me with my Vulcansu. I hope I won't make too many mistakes."

"There are those who will correct any errors with any sounds or meanings, Professor."

Semek guided Saana to the Embassy transport office and gave the attendant her documents on a disk. The attendant swiped the disk and gave it back to Semek. He handed it to Saana:

"Please present this when you reach Vulcan; another aide will guide you through the disembarking and customs process at Vulcan Space Central."[1]

Another Vulcan escorted her to the transport. Semek watched as the door closed and the transport lifted off the pad. The transport moved through the atmosphere to the space dock in orbit. From there, a Vulcan cruiser would take her to Vulcan.


Meanwhile, a man was banging on the Vulcan Embassy door. T'Zora approached the man: "How can I assist you?"

"Uhm, my name is Reuben Achebe. I'm looking for Professor Saana Uhura."

T'Zora folded her hands in front of her and asked:

"Are you an acquaintance of Professor Uhura?"

"Yes, yes I am. Is she here?"

"Professor Uhura is no longer at the Embassy. She is at the space dock and will be proceeding directly to Vulcan."

Reuben's face dropped. He couldn't believe it! He had traveled so far to see her and be with her. He felt that he had failed to support her during her crisis. He looked at the young Vulcan woman and said sadly:

"Thank you."

T'Zora bowed her head and closed the door.

Reuben turned to leave. He was late-too late-to say good-bye or tell her how he felt. He had waited too long for his decision to come to her. When he got Saana's message he had raced as fast as he could to get to the Embassy, only to find out that he had just missed her. He walked to a nearby park and sat with his head down, wondering whether he had missed his last opportunity to have a relationship with her.

"I wish I had had more time with you, Saana. I will miss you."

He looked up into the sky full of stars, hoping to see her ship zoom across the horizon. She was off to Vulcan to see her daughter; he wondered whether she would stay with her or come back to Grahamstown.


A Vulcan aide settled Saana into a private compartment. She looked out the portal to see Earth, "the big blue marble." She pulled out the disk Chester had given her, inserted it into her Padd, and started to read the report on Kay. It was an accident. She sighed deeply, and reality hit her: She had wanted to blame someone for her loss. Then she started listening to the survivors' testimonies about how Kay had touched their lives by saving them and how they honored him. That made her feel worse about herself: she had been selfish about Starfleet; she needed to let go of the resentment she had held onto for all these years. With the loss of Kay and her brother, and Starfleet taking Nyota far into the depths of space, she had built up intense resentment of Starfleet, which she now saw was unfair. Unfair to Starfleet, and most of all, unfair to Nyota. She had to try to let it go and consider it as a part of life.

Then the ship went into warp and the stars zipped past her.

"Oh, Kay! I'm so sorry for being angry at Starfleet. I know you're still helping me to understand. I will try to, Kay."

End Notes:

A/N: [1] Vulcan Space Central was named in the episode "Amok Time."    

Chapter 16-Can We Talk? by Uhura the 9th
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Week 3:On the Enterprise-Can we talk?

Summary: Professor Saana Uhura was on her way to Vulcan with a growing interest in the Vulcan people and culture. Her Vulcansu skills had improved as a result of her conversation practice with the aides at the Vulcan Embassy. Then there was her new attraction to Admiral Nimitz and his to her, but she still had fleeting thoughts about Reuben when she least expected them. And she was still trying to work through her conflicting feelings about Starfleet. Meanwhile, on the Enterprise...


Lt. Samuel Boma had seen Nyota sitting in the mess hall drinking tea; in the past, she would usually drink coffee. "Is it because she's married to Spock?" he wondered. He was hesitant at first, but he had to know-he had to know how Spock had gotten the best of him. He also wanted to know what she saw in the Vulcan. Sam would see them from afar as they walked the corridors or sometimes sat conversing in the mess hall. He would always see Nyota talking with the crew, but very seldom did he see Spock engaged with anybody but the Captain or Dr. McCoy, and they usually discussed matters concerning the ship. "I still can't believe they are married!" Sam thought. He couldn't see how they were compatible or how Nyota could be attracted to Spock's appearance.

For some reason, Mr. Spock felt like an arch enemy to him; he thought of him as a know-it-all Vulcan-a robot, without emotions. His only mission with Mr. Spock led to Boma challenging Spock's humanity. Boma had snapped under pressure then; Scotty and McCoy let him know that he almost went on report for his conduct toward the Commander.[1] But the thought or idea that Commander Spock could have any interest in a woman astonished him. Boma couldn't understand how the Vulcan had gotten the elusive Nyota into his arms. "Does he have emotions? How did he maneuver her into becoming attracted to him?"

It took the last of his pride to approach her. As he walked over to Nyota, he took a moment to admire her beauty: her smooth brown skin, full lips, and shapely body that he longed for and would never have. He was aware of her intelligence and had recently learned of her fighting skills-that she had taken down several women for challenging her-challenging her over Mr. Spock! "I wish I'd seen that!" Boma couldn't understand how women on the ship could even be attracted to the Vulcan-it was a mystery to him. "Yeah, the man is tall, and there are rumors that he is almost three times as strong as a human." But Spock never flaunted his strength. "What do women see him?" he wondered. One day when he became brave enough to ask one of those women about their attraction to the Vulcan, he might find out.

Nyota saw Boma approaching her and mentally prepared for an onslaught of questions from him. Like most women, she found him handsome; it was natural. But she wanted more, more than he could offer, and set her standards beyond the normal. She had been accused of dating outside her species, but she didn't care about other people's opinion on the matter, because she was happily in love with a Vulcan. "Guilty as charged! And loving every minute of it!"

Nyota turned her attention back to Sam, who reminded her so much of Amaré[2] in behavior, demeanor, and appearance that she tried avoiding Sam much as possible. Nyota had dated Amaré because of how he had pursued her: he had demonstrated attributes she initially liked but soon grew tired of. Boma was similar, not only to Amaré, but to many other men she had encountered in her life. She had dealt with Boma's flirtatious behavior and direct comments, which turned her off. People had paired them often based on their appearance alone. "Why do people do that? Why did I do that?' But she would never forget his conduct on movie night, NEVER! She gave Sam a small smile when he stopped at her table.

"May I join you, Lieutenant Uhura?"

"Sure, Lieutenant Boma."

Sam slid into the seat across from her with his coffee and gave her his winning smile, exposing the dimples in his cheeks, one of his most attractive features.

"Uhura, first: congratulations on your marriage to Mr. Spock."

"Thank you, Boma! That is kind of you."

"I didn't know that you were seeing the Commander; I think I would have behaved differently if I had."

"Mr. Spock is a very private person, and he wanted to keep our relationship discreet due to our positions."

"That makes sense. Were you involved with him when I made a fool of myself at the movie?"[3]

"I'm afraid so, Boma. We were engaged at that time."

Sam sighed and did a face-palm in embarrassment.

"I didn't know then, and I was really interested in you, Uhura. I had tried for a long time to get you to come on a date with me."

"I know, Boma. But it was bad timing; my heart was elsewhere, and I was committed. I was aware of other men flirting or trying to ask me out. But I never gave them any indication that I was interested, and it was the same with you. I didn't like the fact that you would threaten someone; it's beneath you. I mean, I knew Matt had a crush on me. When I told him I wasn't interested, he accepted that; he moved on and found someone else. Sam, I want you to move on and find someone else-let this go, for your own sake. Please."

"Well, you don't have to worry about me anymore. I've been in therapy per the Captain's order. I am here now trying-I guess-to have closure with you, Nyota."

Nyota sucked in her breath upon hearing his confession: "I think the Captain was merciful in regard to your behavior; you could've ruined your career, Boma. I hope you do find closure with this situation; you're an intelligent man."

Spock saw them from a distance, and pricked up his ears to listen to their conversation. For the first time in his life, he didn't feel threatened by this male sitting with his wife; in fact, Spock felt more confident in himself-and their relationship-than ever before. Spock trusted her, believed in her-"She is MINE-heart and soul!" He understood that Boma needed closure; he would allow him that. It would be the last time. He quietly turned and continued with his duties.


The next morning, Spock decided to have breakfast in the mess hall. He wanted to be seen with his wife more often; he had observed that the crew seeing them together would reinforce the idea that they were bonded, and crew members were more careful to respect and acknowledge their marriage. He found it refreshing, and it gave him peace of mind. Even Kirk started attending the morning breakfast club, and once in a while McCoy, who acted as if he really needed his coffee, would come in grumbling about lack of sleep or refer to himself as "not a morning person." Spock became more at ease socializing with the people with whom he was familiar. When Nyota was at his side, Spock found himself rubbing consciousnesses with her, and she would respond. A sense of belonging flooded his being, and he felt at peace.

At certain times of the night, Spock would go into deep meditation as the Enterprise made its approach to Vulcan. His concern about their bonding continued to grow. He did not want his telepathic abilities to be exposed or exploited. T'Pau had sensed his powerful telepathic abilities when he was a child, and he had been careful about revealing them since then. He had grown weary of the special load he had been carrying for the past couple of years. Spock had to endure the weight regardless of the cost. He touched his psi points to focus his control and took a deep breath to build his resilience and concentration. After some time, he stood up from his lotus position and walked to their sleeping alcove, where he saw her sleeping form-the woman who had fought for him and who would endure his Time in several years.

"My Nyota, you have strength; I admire you for that, K'diwa [beloved]."

He thought about Nyota's battle with the Eleusian female who attempted to claim him as a potential mate without his consent [4] and the fights Nyota had with two crew women-of which he had been quite interested to learn. "They claimed to want to court me in hopes of matrimony-I had no personal relationship with either of them whatsoever. [5] I did not realize that Nyota had to defend her position as my mate; any Vulcan male would find that quite desirable in a mate. I may have to fend off any potential rivals when we reach Vulcan. It would be most unfortunate to have a challenge during our stay there."

Spock removed his clothes, folded them, and quietly slipped between the covers. He adjusted his body heat so that he could gently pull her body next to his without making her uncomfortable. A soft moan came from her, and Nyota's body automatically moved against his warmth. "I will have to mark Nyota again before we reach Vulcan, a deeper bite," Spock thought, as he drifted off into a light sleep. "A visible one."


The next day, Christine continued with her therapy:

"Christine, tell me about Roger," Dr. Latoya Robinson coaxed.

"Roger? What about Roger?"

"Roger," Christine thought: "My biggest disappointment and the most embarrassing thing in my life. Only Captain Kirk knows what really happened on Exo III. Just the thought brings back the ongoing mess of my love life." [6]

"You were engaged to marry him, right?"

"Yes, we were engaged. I was in love with him. He was older, handsome, and charming. I admired his career; he had achieved a major breakthrough in his field. He was highly respected. I enjoyed his company; he was a wonderful man. Our engagement was what every woman dreams about; we had plans for the future together."

"Were you torn over your feelings of love for two men?"

Christine looked at Latoya in shock; she felt as if she had been caught in a trap and exposed.

"What?"

"You did tell me that you were attracted to Mr. Spock when you transferred to the Enterprise."

Christine's hands started to shake as reality hit her. She had been in love with two men at the same time. She hadn't realized it. Had she loved Spock more than Roger? She had loved them but lost both of them. She lost Roger when he left on the mission to THAT PLANET. She had spent five miserable years waiting for him, hoping and wondering. She had believed that he would wait for her as well.

"Yes, I-I guess I was attracted to Mr. Spock as well-sort of. But I never betrayed Roger; I've never slept with another man since Roger."

"What was your relationship with Roger like?"

"Roger-my Roger-was a brilliant man; he doted on me. I thought he could see through my exterior right into my soul. I knew he was older than me, but I saw him as-he was a real man. In the beginning, I thought I wasn't good enough for him, but we got past that, and our love grew. Roger had a zest for life and me, and he had a vision of the future for us. He made me feel wanted and desirable-like I was the only woman in the room. Not too many women can have that feeling, but I did."

"What happened?"

"I guess-until you mentioned that I had two loves-I guess I hadn't completely processed the reality that Roger is gone. I didn't realize that those five years without him had taken a toll on me and our relationship. I hadn't heard a single word from him since he left on his expedition-not one. You know, your mind starts to wonder-to wonder about the what-ifs." Christine looked up at Latoya and the tears began to fall: "I didn't deal with the after-effects of what happened on that planet; I put it all in that place where people put stuff that they don't want to deal with."

Christine didn't know exactly when or how her love for Roger went cold. She had been so excited to see him. "FIVE long, lonely years!" But when she saw him, she immediately knew that something had changed, and the way that Andrea looked at Roger and the fact that she was the only female on the planet did not escape her notice. "No sex for five years on a lonely planet? Was he faithful?" Doubt settled in as the mission continued. Christine desperately wanted to believe Roger was still the man she loved. Andrea didn't make it any easier; she was jealous of Christine and made it known. Christine was jealous of Andrea's appearance: her thin, sexy body, her revealing uniform-left nothing to the imagination. Then Andrea spoke to Roger like a woman in heat and what made matters worse how she threw her sexuality to Kirk. It burned Christine. She tried hard to hold on to the love that they shared six years ago, even when Roger and the others tried to kill Captain Kirk and then duplicated him. The realization came too late; Christine's heart went cold for Roger. It was a huge shock to see that everything had been an illusion. Roger-what was left of him-was a shell of a man. His desire to live for eternity had warped the true essence of the man she knew.

When Christine was assigned to the Enterprise, she still had high hopes for a future with Roger-she hoped that one day she would get to see Roger on one of their missions. There was hope in being in love. But during the two years before the Exo III mission, Christine found herself increasingly attracted to Spock. She fell for him like a ton of bricks. Maybe ten tons. Who could fail to notice Mr. Spock? He had always stood out: his demeanor, his quiet competence, his intelligence, and even the way he walked. Then there was his appearance: He was tall, with dark hair, and a face that was all angles. The knowledge that he was a touch telepath intrigued her. There was something irresistible about Spock: the upswept eyebrows, the deep voice, and those sexy pointed ears made her heart beat faster when he was around. Just reading his medical charts got her hot! Spock was a hybrid, a one-of-a-kind man, and she felt a kinship with him because of his obvious loneliness. It melted Christine's heart and mind.

But she saw Spock almost every day; they would collaborate on medical issues, either those of the crew or those of people on Federation planets or space stations that the Enterprise was bringing aid to. There was no area on the ship that Spock didn't know about. The man could do anything and everything. What woman wouldn't be attracted to that? But Spock was untouchable; no matter how direct or non-direct she was during conversations with him, he didn't show interest. That was their relationship: distant, just like her relationship with Roger. But then the Enterprise was assigned to visit the planet where her fiancé had last been heard from. Her heart beat faster: "Was he the same man? Did he still love her?" She stood on the bridge in anticipation, and her love life with Roger ran through her mind. Nyota was there trying to hail him. Christine's faith and hope pushed through: "I'll get my man back; we can live and have a life together, as he promised." Then the worst happened.

"I guess when I saw this other woman with Roger and realized they both weren't even human, it solidified my feeling for Spock., I decided then that he was the man of my heart. I just wasn't aware of some complex things about Mr. Spock."

"What are those?"

"One was that he was married. Not once did he ever mention a ceremony or the woman! I showed up on the bridge and found that he had a wife. I felt my heart break right then and there! I remembered how he stared at her on the monitor: T'Pring. [7] I felt stupid for pining over him, cooking, and making sure certain foods palatable to Vulcans were supplied to the ship. Then-come to find out-it was only a form of Vulcan engagement, and he was still single. I thought I had a second chance at love, a second chance with Spock. For the next two years, I tried to converse with him; I would bring him food and dress for him to notice me."

"Christine, I want to thank you for sharing those details; it gives me a better understanding of your thought processes. You were in love with two strong men at the same time; there's no shame in that. But you need closure for the relationship with your fiancé; there was definitely transference of desire and attraction for Roger to Commander Spock."

"I realize that, now that you've made me think it through. Thank you, Latoya."

"We have made some progress, but we are not out of the woods yet."

Christine sighed deeply, knowing what LaToya was going to say: "I know, this is just the beginning."

For the first time in months, Christine had hope for herself.


Captain Kirk made it mandatory for the crew to increase their fitness levels while the ship was on its milk run. They had already been on shore leave and had explored parts of non-hostile solar systems with uninhabited planets. The ship had been patrolling the Neutral Zone when the Enterprise was directed to take Spock to Vulcan. Kirk realized that the crew had too much time on their hands now. He had ordered them to perform drills and simulations to occupy their time. He had the best crew in the fleet, and he didn't want them to lose their sharpness. The medical staff was to track the crew's fitness activities, such as workouts and hand-to-hand combat, and run competitions with incentives. That was working, keeping his crew in tip-top shape.

This particular shift, Nyota, Charlene, and Eve went to the crowded gym to get in their required hours. Three women stretched out first in their workout clothes.

Eve looked around and saw men flexing their muscles and women either biking or running track on Peloton equipment.

"Wow, it's crowded during this shift!" Eve commented.

"Yeah, the Captain increased everyone's required fitness hours," Char said.

"Some of the men look not so bad," Eve commented, giving Char and Nyota a significant look.

Char and Nyota looked at Eve:

"Are you shopping, Eve?" Nyota asked.

"Oh yeah! You two found somebody; why not me?" Eve responded, giving them a winning smile.

They all laughed:

"Let's go jogging on the Peloton machines," Nyota said.

As they walked toward the endless line of equipment, they found three open machines in a row and started jogging while watching the monitor rate their speed and body functions. About 30 minutes into their run, two female crew approached them.

"Good evening, Uhura, Masters, and Brody." Janet said.

They slowed their machines to a walking pace so they could speak with the newcomers. Nyota had already confronted both of these women twice, but after her recent discussion with Spock, she wanted to avoid any form of confrontation. She had promised her husband and the Captain there would be no more fights. She would use her diplomatic skills, even if it killed her.

"Hi ladies! How are you?" Uhura asked.

"We are good. I just want to say congratulations on your marriage Uhura," Janet responded.

Nyota was shocked, and for a moment she didn't know what to say. She stole a glance at Charlene, who was also taken aback at Janet's overture.

"Thank you," Nyota said.

Charlene looked at the two women suspiciously and added: "That was nice to say; what brought on this change of heart?"

Abigail looked at all three women said, "We didn't really know that you were dating Mr. Spock or even engaged? But I-I mean, we had no right to judge you or disrespect you."

"Computer, stop walk," Nyota said, looking at the two women in shock again.

"I-that was nice to say, and thank you again. The reason I didn't reveal my engagement was that Commander Spock is a very private person," Nyota said somberly.

"We just wanted to clear the air about any bad feelings, Ms. Uhura," Janet said. "Enjoy your workout, ladies." Both women waved good-bye. Abby turned, smiled, and said: "We will miss his workouts."

Eve came up to Charlene and Nyota and gave them each a towel, while Nyota just stared at the women walking away. It was difficult to believe that they had apologized, but Nyota had to respect them for it.

Eve wiped her arms with the towel and asked, "What did she mean about missing Commander Spock's workouts?"

"I caught them watching Spock working out late one night; they were hidden in a dark corner and I caught them ogling my man."

"Really?!" Eve asked, giggling.

"Yeah; she almost beat the crap out of them," Charlene said.

"Why does Commander Spock work out by himself?" Eve asked.

Nyota remembered when she had asked that same question herself. It had started 17 years ago under the command of Captain Pike. Spock, being the first Vulcan to attend the Academy and join Starfleet, downplayed his physical abilities. He told her it took total mind control to hold back his full strength. Terrans knew Vulcans had greater physical strength, but few had ever seen the extremes of Vulcan strength in action. One day when he was off duty, Spock found himself alone in the gym, doing his stretches and Suus Mahna [Vulcan martial arts] routines. A little while later, he was lifting weights and bench-pressing over 500 pounds when he became aware that he was being observed by some male crew members. He saw the disbelieving looks on their faces and then had to fend off their intrusive inquiries into his abilities.

Spock was embarrassed that he had become the center of attention; he felt as if he were being targeted like he was as a child on Vulcan. Being singled out for his differences was a constant with him in both cultures. It was after that incident that Spock made his request to have private workouts, which was granted. No personnel were allowed to enter the gym during those times when Spock was exercising, with the exception of Captain Kirk and, infrequently, Dr. McCoy. At least that was the case before he invited Nyota to train with him in order to improve her combat skills.

"His exercise routine is designed for him because of his Vulcan heritage, and it calls for quiet solitude."

"That makes sense; people should respect that," Eve said.

"Come, ladies! We need to log our exercise time. Let's do some sparring!" Charlene said.

"Sure, but we better watch out for Nyota; I've heard she's got some moves that will knock you out! Eve said, laughing.

The three women walked over the mats and prepared for hand-to-hand combat.


"How is Christine doing this week, Latoya?" McCoy asked.

"She came up against some extreme reality about her past relationships, Lennie. But she had some revelations about herself."

"I heard some interesting news when I had dinner with the Captain," McCoy said. "It turns out that Commander Spock had a group of secret admirers-female admirers. They would bombard Uhura with questions, diggin' for information about his work on the bridge or her lessons with him on the ka'athyra [Vulcan lyre]."

LaToya raised her brows: "Really? I knew Uhura had the men drooling for her attention, but Mr. Spock?"

"Yeah, our neighborhood Vulcan is a lady-killer; it seems most of the women on this ship are attracted to him," McCoy said, chuckling.

"I know Commander Spock is the best science officer in the fleet; his performance is outstanding."

"Yeah, I know, the man is near perfect! Only I know-well his wife knows now-how Spock works."

"Well, it's good to know that Commander Spock drew the attentions of more than one woman; it makes it easier to understand Christine's feelings."

"Not only that-Christine was the leader of this club! That's the shocker for me."

"Wow, that is news! Why did she put herself in that position?"

"I don't know. It was the talk of the ship, and it seems that she was stalking him, and using her medical position to do it."

Latoya thought to herself, "From what I learned today about Christine's relationships and what Lennie just said, there was definitely transference of emotions."

"Well, Lennie, I am making progress. We have had some breakthroughs. I did have to tackle her resentment against Uhura. Christine explained that they were friends at the Academy."

"Good to hear, Latoya! I see that Christine is eating now and getting some color back in her face."

"One step at a time; one step at a time. It's only been a couple of weeks."

"How long do you estimate she will need to continue treatment?"

"Let's see how she handles it when Mr. and Mrs. Spock are off the ship. I want to observe her reaction."

"We're due to arrive at Vulcan sometime next week."

"Then there will be the wedding reception for them! That's a lot for a heartbroken woman to take."

McCoy thought for a moment about his ex-wife: How would he react if she remarried? Would make it make matters worse if his daughter started calling the new guy "father"? "I don't think I could handle that!" McCoy thought, taking a deep breath. He started to worry about the possibility that Christine would never recover from her obsession with Spock. The possibility of her transferring to another ship starting to look real again.

"What do you recommend, Latoya?"

"Lennie, it's still too early to tell. There has been some progress, but her recovery will happen at her own pace."

"Give me something to tell the Captain."

"Certainly. I understand that the Captain hates losing good personnel, but remind him that recovering from trauma takes time."

"I'll tell him-and thanks! How was MY coffee this time?"

Latoya laughed: "Lennie, you should have been a chef!"

McCoy laughed with her: "Ha-ha! I'll put your statement in my report. Thanks!"

"Of course! Remember, Christine is still fragile. She has trust issues, and I want to help her."

McCoy left their meeting a little disappointed to find that Christine would not recover from her loss quickly. "She isn't the only one with trust issues."

 

End Notes:

A/N:

[1] Star Trek TOS: "The Galileo Seven."

[2] Amaré Del La Cruz is featured in "Repercussions," in which he kidnapped Nyota.

[3] "Movie Night on the Enterprise" is featured in "The Battle for Spock part 2," chapters 11 & 12

[4] "The Battle for Spock part 1," chapters 2-5.

[5] "The Battle for Spock part 2," chapters 16 & 17.

[6]Star Trek TOS: "What Are Little Girls Made of?"

[7] Star Trek TOS: "Amok Time."

 

Chapter 17- On the Enterprise—Off Course by Uhura the 9th
Author's Notes:

 Beta Reader: Jsilver2000

Summary: Boma made peace with Uhura, accepted that she was married to Commander Spock, and attempted to move on. Even Janet and Abby apologized to Uhura for their behavior toward Spock and her. Christine realized during her session with Dr. Robertson that she needed closure for her relationship with Roger Korby and had to accept his death [1] before she could deal with her complex feelings about Spock.

 

 

 

Week 3: On the Enterprise-Off Course

During the late afternoon change of shift on the bridge, Uhura addressed her relief officer, Lt. Elizabeth Palmer:

"Palmer, these are the latest reports on the anomaly that I have received. This signal is interesting; continue tracking it."

"Yes, Chief. Are we expecting any Starfleet messages?"

"No. We are on a milk run; nothing important should be coming in from Starfleet until we reach the vicinity of Vulcan. Run a diagnostic on the linguistic banks; they are scheduled for a check."

"Aye, Chief Uhura. I will also catalog those reports."

"Have a good night, Palmer."

While Uhura was instructing Lt. Elizabeth Palmer, Spock was also giving instructions to his replacement, Lt. Michael DeSalle, acting commander and assistant science officer. The relief crew continued to take over stations all over the bridge. Then Spock and Nyota left together for their quarters. This was a new convenience that Spock appreciated. They commenced with their shower love-making. Nyota loved watching the water pour down his lean, muscular body; she also enjoyed lathering him up and slowly washing him. His eyes were always locked on hers; they opened their bond wide and let their emotions flow. This joining was more than just intercourse; mating during a meld allowed them to share their most intimate feelings. After their love shower, they changed into their loungewear, and Nyota cuddled up next to Spock as the two read the day's reports while caressing each other's fingers.


During the night the red alert went off, waking the entire ship. Spock and Nyota shot up from their sleep and quickly dressed; she dashed to their dresser and pulled out two standard T-shirts, and threw one to Spock as he was pulling on his pants and boots. Nyota slipped on her lounge pants with her T-shirt and attempted to take out her hair wraps. They rushed out the door straight to the turbolift, joining the rest of the crew, who were also scrambling to their stations. The alert continued to ring out as the turbolift rose, full of crew members trying to reach their destination. Spock overrode the turbolift controls to bypass the lower decks and go straight to the bridge. When the turbolift doors opened, Kirk, also in a T-shirt, was in his command chair; the rest of the alpha shift bridge crew had replaced their gamma shift counterparts as well. DeSalle was standing next to Kirk, reporting status. Spock joined the conversation.

"We are heading to the planetoid at warp five, Captain," DeSalle said.

Kirk turned to the helmsman: "Sulu, what's our ETA?"

"Captain, at this speed we will reach the planetoid in 5 hours and 35 minutes."

Kirk swiveled to the next station: "Engineering?"

Charlene gave him her status report:

"The engines are aligned and performing nominally, sir."

Kirk returned his attention to the shift commander:

"Thanks, DeSalle. Your decision was correct."

DeSalle went back to his station, and Kirk addressed Lt. Palmer:

"Lieutenant, have all departments check in and then let Lieutenant Uhura take over... Belay that order! Lieutenant Uhura, stand by."

Kirk looked at Spock:

"Spock, it's a distress call from a planetoid. The colony of New Jersey is an observation station. They've detected a disruption of the planetoid's inner core, and the thing is in the process of breaking up as we speak. DeSalle indicated that two more starships are on their way to help with the rescue mission. Direct all senior officers to the briefing room for strategy planning and coordination with the other ships. Have them ready in ten minutes."

"Yes, Captain," Spock said. He relieved DeSalle and went to work on the Captain's request.

"Captain, all departments have reported ready," Lt. Palmer said. She gave her Padd to Uhura, who reviewed her report and put her earpiece in to listen to the original distress call. Uhura noticed a distorted sound in the background while listening to the message.

"Captain, Commander Spock!"

Both men turned toward her.

"The signal that Lieutenant Palmer received is distorted. I believe there is an intense magnetic force disrupting our communications."

Spock put his earpiece in and bent over his sensor hood, gathering information about the makeup of the planetoid's core.

"Captain, the planetoid's inner core is producing a magnetic field that is disrupting not only our communications, but also our sensor readings."

"Lieutenant Palmer, what other ships have responded that they will be joining the rescue mission?" Kirk asked.

"The Excalibur and the Potemkin, sir."

"Send a message to warn them that the magnetic core will disrupt their communications and sensor readings as they approach the planetoid."

"On it, sir!"

A yeoman bearing uniform shirts without insignia entered the bridge and distributed one to each underdressed crew member. Kirk took a shirt as he headed toward the turbolift with Spock, Sulu, and Uhura. They put on their shirts as the turbolift took them to Deck 5, where the briefing room was located.

"Uhura, I want you and your team to find a way to filter out that distortion; we will need ship-to-ship communications," Kirk said.

"Aye, sir."

They entered the briefing room, where the other seniors officers were waiting. Each took a seat. Uhura connected her Padd to the three-way monitor. Spock sat near the computer station, calculating facts and figures in his head while accessing the data on the colony. He displayed an image of the New Jersey Colony taken from space on the screen.

"The New Jersey Colony was established 37.8 years ago as a survey facility. The facility has an estimated 2,500 personnel, not including the workers' family members. The colony is constructed on mostly solid rock, with underground tunnels for storage. The data from my scanners indicate that something has disrupted the planetoid's inner core, which is generating a strong magnetic field and disrupting the planetoid's rotation. There has also been an increase in several types of radiation. Based on my information, destruction is imminent."

"Thanks, Spock," Kirk said. He addressed the team as a whole: "There you have it; this is a rescue mission. There is a possibility that the colonists have been exposed to deleterious levels of radiation."

Scotty interjected: "Captain, if what Mr. Spock reported is true, then there is a possibility that the transporters could be inoperative or unsafe for beaming the colonists up, especially with the radiation field increasing as we speak."

"Mr. Scott is correct, Captain. Such intense radiation can affect the operation of the mechanism," Spock said.

"We could use the shuttlecraft," Kirk suggested.

"Yes, but they don't have nearly enough capacity to accommodate everyone down there," Scotty said looking down at his Padd's calculations.

"The average capacity of each shuttlecraft on the Enterprise is twelve passengers" Spock said.[2]

"Aye, but we could install jump seats and reset the others to increase the count," Scotty suggested.

"If that is the case, Mr. Scott, you need to reconfigure the weight distribution, and calculate thrust capability and fuel consumption for lift-off and reaching orbit."

"Spock and Scotty, get to work on those calculations and start equipping each shuttlecraft to those specs." Kirk ordered. "Scotty, can we increase speed to warp seven?"

"Aye, sir-and a wee bit more; my bairns can take it!"

"Uhura, once Spock has those figures, send them to the Excalibur and the Potemkin."

"Yes, sir."

Kirk directed a question toward the medical department: "Dr. McCoy, any suggestions?"

"Yes, Captain. According to the reports I'm receiving, we will need to have medical team members on those shuttlecraft to administer counteragents against the radiation. If there is any exposure, the people will need treatment immediately. I don't know how many people we will be able to transport to the ship; but I will need to set up a triage system and secondary Sickbay stations throughout the ship to accommodate the potentially high numbers of injured."

"McCoy, assign doctors and nurses to each shuttlecraft, along with any medicines that will be needed. Then select those areas around the ship that can be converted to medical use."

Kirk turned to Uhura again with more orders: "Uhura, order the quartermasters to construct and/or find living space for the colonists."

"Sulu, adjust our speed to warp seven," Kirk said. "Spock, how much time will that shave off our ETA?"

"We should reach the planetoid in three point eight five hours, Captain."

"Any other concerns?" he asked. "If not, let's get to work. We have less than four hours. Take any crew members you need off regular duties to get the job done. Dismissed."

Kirk and the other officers left, but Spock and Scotty stayed behind in the briefing room, performing calculations and making adjustments to their figures for refitting the shuttlecraft to accommodate more passengers and for determining the fuel needed to handle the additional weight. Once they configured the specs, they assigned crew members to work on each shuttlecraft. Time was of the essence. At the same time, Spock was using his long-distance scanners to monitor the steady deterioration of the planetoid and the accompanying increase of radiation and relaying the data to McCoy's medical staff.

Meanwhile, in the hangar deck, each technician had a drill or another instrument, and was taking apart panels and installing jump seats or adjusting engine capacity. Everyone was working in assembly-line style, carrying away pieces of the shuttles. Time was running out to evacuate as many people as possible.


When McCoy arrived back at Sickbay from the briefing room, he saw the back of a woman with long blond hair.

"Excuse me, do you need assistance?" he asked.

The woman turned around and their eyes met. She was in a standard T-shirt and fatigue pants:

"Dr. McCoy, I've been waiting for my orders."

McCoy gave her quizzical look: "What are you doing here, Chris?"

"I'm not totally dismissed from duty, am I?"

"No, but Nurse Sharon Running Deer is assisting me."

"I am ready and able to perform my duty; you know I won't stand by at a time like this. You need me!"

"Well, I'm not turning you down. You can help Running Deer. Let's get the staff assembled so I don't have to repeat myself."

They walked into the main lobby of Sickbay, where the majority of the senior staff were assembled. There were others attending the meeting through the monitors spread out through the ship. McCoy updated the medical staff with the latest information from the Science division:

"We are on a medical evacuation mission; many of you have read the brief on the situation. The planetoid is breaking up and releasing toxic radiation. This particular type of radiation has side effects and could lead to internal damage to the organs. The Science division is in the process of mass production of a combined treatment [3] (potassium iodide, Prussian blue, and diethylenetriamine pentaacetic acid) for radiation exposure. We will take the most serious cases first once they reach the ship, based on the information from the team on each shuttlecraft. Those who are assigned to the landing parties, be sure to input the degree of the burn or inflammation of the internal organs. Make sure you are aware of the different forms of radiation and be prepared to leave on the assigned shuttle. We don't have much time. Get your protective gear and read the latest brief. Two-person teams and shuttlecraft assignments will be posted in about an hour. You are dismissed."

McCoy turned to Running Deer and Chapel:

"Nurses, make sure a medical kit specialized for treatment of radiation is installed in each shuttlecraft; report any needed equipment or supplies. Check the dosages in each kit. Dismissed."

Running Deer and Chapel each grabbed a Padd and headed for the supply storage locker. McCoy went into his office and checked his computer to assign medical staff members to a shuttle or to help set up secondary Sickbay stations around the ship. They would need supplies and medical equipment; he was up against time limitations. He knew Kirk would want updates on his department's progress. He quickly assigned his personnel and sent the assignments to the medical staff. He then consolidated the information into a brief report and relayed it to the Captain and Spock. McCoy pulled up the schematics of the Enterprise and started marking locations for secondary Sickbay stations and relayed the information to Running Deer and Chapel. He was getting continual feedback and updates from his staff and adjusting his plan as he went.


On the bridge:

Uhura and Palmer had taken apart some of the panels of the Communications station; each was working with a Padd and a tricorder as they observed the increasing static in their system as the Enterprise drew closer to its destination. They worked feverishly and kept sending messages about their status and findings to the other starships. Uhura and Palmer bypassed circuits, rerouted frequencies, and soldered circuit boards.

Sulu reported at intervals:

"Captain, the Potemkin's ETA is one hour and fourteen minutes."

Kirk leaned from his chair toward the helm and saw the Enterprise's ETA: "We are two hours and 30 minutes away. We need to increase our speed. Go to warp eight, Sulu!"

"Aye, sir"

Kirk turned to the two officers at work under the Communications console:

"Uhura, are the other two ships aware of the radiation and the transporter issues?"

"Yes, Captain. They confirmed they have also refitted their shuttlecraft."

Uhura sat up and looked at him:

"Captain, we have arranged the sensor array and bypassed circuits to boost our signal to override 82% of the interference. We have a clear signal."

"Good job, Uhura!"

Spock stepped down from his station over to Kirk and handed him a Padd.

"Captain, Mr. Scott and his team have refitted fifty-eight point thirty-three percent of the shuttlecraft. Dr. McCoy has assigned a medical team of two to each shuttle and is in the process of setting up secondary Sickbay stations throughout the ship. The quartermasters have cleared and rearranged areas throughout the ship as living quarters. The New Jersey Colony has reported fissures developing at a rapid pace, as well as quakes."

"DAMN! We need to get there sooner! Sulu, signal Engineering and increase our speed to warp nine."

"Aye, sir!"

Kirk's intercom buzzed. It was Mr. Scott calling from Engineering:

"Captain, the engines canna take the stress of this speed for long!"

"Mr. Sulu, what is our ETA at warp nine?" Kirk asked.

"One hour, twenty-eight minutes, Captain," Sulu responded.

"Did you hear that, Scotty? Can you hold the engines together for that long?" Kirk asked.

"Aye, Captain. I'll do me best!" Mr. Scott said.

Kirk turned to Spock: "Spock, have you assigned pilots to the shuttlecraft?"

"I've begun, Captain, but we need at least two more qualified pilots to assist."

Sulu turned around to face the Captain: "I'll go, Captain. I volunteer, sir."

"Thanks, Sulu-"

"I volunteer too, sir."

Kirk, Spock, and Sulu all turned toward the voice. Spock's brow rose, and Kirk caught the movement from the corner of his eye. He shot a glare toward Spock, thinking, "This is a RESCUE MISSION; Uhura is a competent pilot, and we have no room for conflict of interest."

Nyota saw three surprised faces. She knew what Spock was feeling; he was projecting it through their bond. She closed their bond to suppress Spock's overprotectiveness and ignored the other officers' surprise. "I am qualified to pilot a shuttlecraft, even a starship. I was born for this!" : she thought to herself.

"I am certified to fly almost any ship in the fleet, sir."

Still the stares.

"The Communications station is in working order and in good hands, Captain," Uhura said, nodding toward Lt. Palmer. "Mr. Spock just stated that you are short on pilots."

"Um, okay-you're in," Kirk said.

The three men turned back toward the viewscreen. Nyota knew that Spock was concerned just like before, she opened their bond again. Spock stood silently and spoke to his wife through the bond:

"I do not wish you to go."

"Spock don't-you know that I am qualified to fly a shuttle!"

"I have calculated..."

"Darling, this is a rescue mission! Don't try to hold me back when I can save others."

Spock didn't argue with her, because he knew what she had said was true. Yet he looked toward the Captain in hopes that he would change his orders. After a moment, he realized that Kirk had settled on the logical decision and would not change his orders:

"Captain, I will assist the Shuttle Bay crew with the refitting of the shuttlecrafts."

"Of course, Spock. Just report back to the bridge before the ship returns to sublight speed."

Spock headed for the hangar deck; his mind drifted to the fact that his wife was going on the rescue mission against his judgment. Spock was logically aware that Nyota was suitable for the job. But he could not stay on the bridge; knowing of the danger in which she was placing herself automatically put him in defensive spouse mode. He had accepted that the decision had been made; the logical thing to do now was to make sure that the shuttles were properly refitted to ensure the highest chance of a safe and successful mission. "I do not desire harm to my wife-my heart!" He needed to make peace with her participation in the mission; he had 1 hour 25.3 minutes to calm his thoughts.

Nyota was aware that her husband was struggling with the emotions brought on by her decision, but they had both signed on to the Enterprise to explore space and offer assistance wherever needed. She knew that this would probably not be the only or last time such a situation would interfere with their relationship. Nyota turned back to her console and helped Lt. Palmer finish adjusting the sensor array so that it would be stable when the Enterprise returned to sublight speed. She needed to talk to Spock to make him understand her point of view. Nyota handed Palmer her earpiece and walked to the Captain's chair. She stood quietly and waited for him to notice her; he turned to look into her eyes:

"Captain Kirk, I need to speak to him."

Kirk knew exactly who she meant and why; he just nodded his head to release her. Nyota took the turbolift to the hangar deck.


Spock, Scotty, and DeSalle inspected the work in progress and made a few adjustments; not all the shuttlecraft would be ready when they arrived at the colony, but the first batch would be able to leave at a moment's notice while the others were still being worked on. The crew was working like a well-oiled machine, with some running around delivering parts and equipment and others installing and adjusting them. Then the medical supplies started to arrive; the medical staff reported to Spock and he started checking off the supplies.

Dr. McCoy saw the shuttle pilot assignments and began assigning his medical personnel to the shuttlecraft; then an idea struck him: "Maybe, just maybe, we can come to an understanding." McCoy went back into the assignment list and swapped assignments so that two people would crew a certain shuttle.

When Nyota entered the Shuttle Bay, people were running around with supplies and equipment. She couldn't see Spock anywhere in the sea of crew members; she opened their bond and asked him to come to her. After a minute, Spock emerged from one of the shuttles and swiftly walked toward her. "This communication bond is so handy!" she thought. Then she saw his intense eyes and realized how upset he was, although the rest of the crew was oblivious to his emotional state. Spock stopped in front of his wife with his Padd in hand; he looked down at her and responded:

"Yes, Lieutenant?"

Nyota responded within their bond:

"Sweetheart, please don't be upset. It is important to me that you accept my decision."

"I cannot help how I feel-I want to protect you. You are my heart, Nyota! Kaiidth [what is, is]. I have no choice in this matter. I am aware you are eminently qualified for this mission. Logic dictates that you should pilot one of the shuttles. I have to apply logic foremost when I serve this ship, including when it concerns you. But Vulcan instincts are difficult to override. I am working on controlling my emotions."

Nyota was relieved to know that he had accepted the situation intellectually, if not emotionally. She often felt the same way when he would go on landing party missions. Spock and Nyota's presence in the midst of the hubbub in the Shuttle Bay didn't go unnoticed; people saw them staring at each other in silence but did not know they were communicating. Nyota held up two fingers and Spock responded, saying:

"Ashayam, with all my heart, please be careful! You have been assigned to a shuttlecraft that I have personally inspected."

"Thank you, sweetheart!"

They broke the touch and Nyota went to her assigned shuttlecraft to check the systems herself. Sulu showed up to find Charlene and check in as well. She came off one of the shuttlecraft, saw 'Karu, and ran to him.

"'Karu, are you ready?"

He held her shoulders and smiled: "Yeah, and don't you worry-I do this all the time. They don't call me 'flyboy' for nothing!"

"Well, flyboy, you had better come back in one piece, because the way they describe that planetoid is no joke!"

"Whoa, Char! It's just a pickup; it shouldn't take long!"

Char took a deep breath: "Look 'Karu, we just started this relationship, but I have deep feelings for you."

Sulu looked into her eyes and saw the concern: "I have deep feelings for you, too."

He gave her a deep hug and kissed the top of her head: "I have to get my shuttlecraft ready."

"I personally adjusted the specs on your shuttlecraft, so come back safely and we can talk."

"I sure will, honey!"

Sulu went to his shuttlecraft. Charlene watched him board his craft with two medical staff. She took a deep breath and went back to work.

Spock approached DeSalle:

"Lieutenant!"

The man turned toward his commander, and Spock handed him the master Padd. "You are in charge of the hangar deck. Give intermittent updates to the Captain. I am needed on the bridge."

"Aye, Mr. Spock."

Spock headed to the turbolift, fighting to regain his equilibrium about his job and his wife.


The Enterprise was five minutes out, and the crew were still running around in preparation for the mission. Nurse Chapel was assigned to the Galileo with Uhura. Nyota turned around in the cockpit to see the tall blond woman coming aboard. She didn't know how to read Christine at first. "I'm the Communications officer-I can talk to her," she told herself.

"Welcome aboard, Nurse Chapel."

Christine's face went blank. Seeing her one-time friend after her marriage to Spock still stung.

"Hello, Lieutenant. All the medical equipment is aboard and ready. Nurse Brian Carroll is already prepped."

"Good. As soon as the bridge signals us, we're off."

Nyota turned back around to the helm and observed the nominal levels of fuel. "That went smoothly; I hope we can get over our differences."

Kirk hit the shipwide intercom:

"This is the Captain speaking. We are currently on a rescue mission to the New Jersey Colony. The situation is critical; the planetoid is breaking up at this moment, and there is a risk of exposure to several forms of radiation. We are an effective crew. We have trained for a situation like this. Follow all safety procedures, and all hands on deck. That's all."

Chekov notified the Captain: "One minute to planetoid."

Palmer informed the Captain: "Captain Kirk, I have the Potemkin and Excalibur online. They are reporting that they have launched their first wave of shuttlecrafts. They are reporting turbulence in the planetoid's atmosphere."

"Relay that information to the pilots."

"Yes, sir."

Kirk snapped his armchair intercom to the hangar deck:

"Lieutenant DeSalle, are the shuttlecraft ready?"

"Yes, sir. A few shuttlecraft are still undergoing refitting, but the first eight shuttlecrafts are ready for departure. The other shuttlecraft will be ready to launch before the first wave returns."

"Keep me posted; await further orders."

Spock stepped down from his station to stand next to Kirk with his Padd.

Kirk looked at Spock:

"Captain, each starship has properly equipped their shuttlecraft; therefore, I estimate it would take two point twenty-five trips for each shuttle, depending on speed of the shuttle and weight. I estimate the time for full the full rescue mission at five hours and twenty-one minutes and the time to complete planetoid breakup at six hours and twelve minutes."

"Cutting that close."

"The planetoid's inner core continues to expel high levels of radiation, and the rate of deterioration of its magnetic field is increasing, causing disruption of our sensors, as well as the orbit of the planetoid itself. These may interfere with the rescue mission; the ripple effects will require the pilots to adjust their navigation consoles to modify their descent to and ascent from the colony."

Kirk turned to Palmer: "Lieutenant, make sure all shuttlecraft pilots are aware of the decaying orbit and magnetic field and that they adjust their instruments to counter them."

"Aye, sir!"

The Enterprise came out of warp speed into waves of turbulence from the planetoid. In the distance, the Potemkin and Excalibur were orbiting above the colony; a stream of shuttlecraft were descending toward the colony.

Chekov reported: "Captain, ve are hitting turbulence from the planetoid; ve are feeling the effects of it."

"Keep her steady, Chekov, and monitor the gravitational pull!"

Kirk snapped his intercom control to the hangar deck: "Launch shuttlecrafts!"

"Page Mr. Scott, Lieutenant," he said.

"Scott here, Captain."

"Scotty, how are the transporter repairs coming? I want them as an emergency backup."

"I have Lieutenants Kyle and Brent working on them as we speak, sir."

"Great job! Continue as you were."

Kirk looked at the planetoid. The New Jersey Colony was clearly visible in the distance. He hoped that they had arrived in time, not only to save the colony, but to save themselves if the thing decided to explode. "I hope Spock and his science team are right about the timing," Kirk thought as he watched the shuttles descend toward the planetoid. Kirk slowly swiveled his chair around, seeing each crew member working diligently to complete the tasks required of them. He looked at the Engineering station and saw Masters monitoring each of the Enterprise shuttles. Each member of the crew was important to him; each of them had value. His accountability for their lives weighed heavily on him as the mission went forward.

 

End Notes:

 

A/N:

[1] Dr. Roger Korby, Christine's late fiancé was featured in the TOS episode, "What Are Little Girls Made Of?" (season 1, episode 7).

[2] Shuttlecraft number for Constitution class ships was given as four in the TOS episode, "The Omega Glory" (season 2, episode 23)

[3] [Per the Mayo Clinic (https://www.mayoclinic.org/diseases-conditions/radiation-sickness/diagnosis-treatment/drc-20377061), this is what is currently used for radiation treatment.

 

Chapter 18-Welcome to Vulcan Professor Uhura by Uhura the 9th
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Summary: Saana arrived at Vulcan, and life continued to change for her. Admiral Nimitz was attracted to Saana, and they have had two dates! Reuben missed his opportunity to say goodbye to Saana and now was wondering if she would ever come back to Earth. The media wars for the scoop on the Uhura and S'chn T'gai families continued to play out.

 

About a day and half later, Saana peered down at a very red-orange planet. She could see a continent-sized cloud swirling at one of the poles and wondered if it was some form of storm. The planet was bright; she glanced up to see two suns burning and shaded her eyes. "This is Vulcan-wow! It's huge and bright red." A beep came from her Padd, and she answered the page. It was about the article she had sent to a wedding channel several days ago. There was a comment:

Dear Professor Saana Uhura:

On behalf of Forever Love Weddings we congratulate you on the wedding of your daughter to Commander Spock of Starfleet. Thank you for considering our channel to represent the true meaning of love and marriage. For centuries, our company has represented diversity, not only within Terran cultures but also including other cultures throughout the Alpha Quadrant. It is most unfortunate that prejudice is still an issue within the Terran and some other cultures as well. Our company sees only the love of beings dedicated to each other. We have honored your request and published the article you sent. The vid alone speaks well of the couple and their joining, symbolizing diversity throughout Starfleet and the Federation and giving us hope for our all our peoples. When the vid was posted galaxy-wide, the overwhelming sentiment changed to happiness about the unification of the two and curiosity about their romance and their marriage. News media throughout the galaxy have requested information from us and permission to rebroadcast the vid. We have declined to provide any further personal information. We at Forever Love Weddings respect your privacy. I do have one request: Please let me know who designed Ms. Uhura's wedding dress. It was part traditional and part modern. We would like to provide contact information for Ms. Uhura's designer for our fans and future brides. At this very moment there are many requests for the designer to fulfill future orders. Here is the posted article and vid of the wedding of the century. We hope we have honored your request. Please do not hesitate to respond and make any adjustments. We send best wishes for you and for your daughter's marriage.

Michelle Combs

Editor-in-Chief

 

Saana smiled with satisfaction after reading the comments from the editor. "Finally! Satisfaction for those disapproving skeptics!" She included her mean old Great Aunt Chandis, who had blasted her. "I will never forgive or forget that! That's my daughter; no one insults her or me for no damned reason!'" Saana closed her eyes trying to calm herself. Things were better now, and she decided to block those negative thoughts.

 

Then two Vulcan aides approached her.

 

"Excuse me, Professor Uhura, my name is T' Sri. On behalf of Vulcan, welcome. I am here to assist you with your adjustment and transportation down to the planet. She turned to the Vulcan man behind her:

"The Healer Adu must assess your health and address any needs."

 

T'Sri stepped aside, and the healer came forth. He pulled out his scanner and ran it over Saana. It instantly reported her health levels.

 

"According to Terran standards, you are performing at optimal levels for a female of your age and weight. I will inject you with tri-ox compound to compensate for our planet's lower oxygen levels. It may also help somewhat with your adjustment to Vulcan's gravity, which is 1.4 Gs."

 

The healer went into his medical pouch and pulled out a hypospray, Saana looked at the syringe and took a deep breath. Shots were not her favorite thing.

He administered the shot:

 

"This is a temporary injection and will take effect in 5.30 minutes. You may feel dizzy, and your vision may be affected, but your body functions will adjust quickly. I have notified the chief healer of the S'chn T'gai clan; he will install a transponder in your arm so that he can monitor your health for the duration of your stay. Professor Uhura, it has been an honor to serve you and the house of S'chn T'gai."

 

The healer bowed his head and left with his bag.

 

Saana was taken aback by his statement: "Spock's family really must be some sort of royalty." She has never been treated with such respect.

 

T'Sri continued:

"Professor Uhura, we will be docking soon. I have already started the clearance process with Vulcan Space Central [1] and notified Ambassador Sarek and Lady Amanda of your arrival. I am honored to serve you, Professor Uhura, and the House of S'chn T'gai." T'Sri bowed and left.

 

Saana sat there trying to register what had just happened. "WOW! This surreal!'" she thought. Saana leaned back in her chair and waited for the next step in her adventure. While she waited, her thoughts wandered back to the two interesting men in her life. She wondered how they would fit in with her busy schedule:

Reuben was not only handsome but showed kindness and had become close to her, something she had not had or permitted in a long time. He was a hard-working man. It touched her heart that he had taken the time to entertain her and had even followed her across Earth. The simple things he did for her made her smile.

Then... there was Chester-they way he would look at her, like a wolf hunting for his prey. "Those eyes of his!" Saana remembered how they sparkled and seemed to pierce her mind. He was tall with a strong, chiseled jaw; his hair was silver with dark streaks. Thinking of Chess prompted a soft moan.

 

 


 

Two days earlier, after Saana had left Earth:

 

Michelle Combs was sitting at her desk, looking over the latest wedding fashions and wondering how she would address the declining viewership of the Forever Love Weddings website. "People don't take weddings seriously anymore. We're considered last of the dinosaurs," she thought, wondering if her business would survive another five years. Her com-link beeped, and Michelle saw it was a communique from someone named Professor Uhura.

 

"That name sounds familiar; do you recognize it?" Michelle asked her assistant, Everett Taylor, who was sitting across from her.

 

"What name?" Everett asked, looking up from his screen.

 

"A Doctor Saana Uhura?" She turned her screen toward him so he could see.

 

Everett leaned forward to look at the name and jumped out of his seat.

"Uhura? Girl, don't you know who that is?" Everett asked.

 

"I'm afraid I don't."

 

"Her daughter is all over World Entertainment News (WEN); she's the one who married a Vulcan!"

 

Michelle gasped and stared at the beeping com-link: "She sent me a message; I wonder why?"

 

"Quick! Open it, girl!"

 

Michelle clicked on the message, and a picture of Saana appeared: "Greetings! I am Saana Uhura. I have a request that is kind of old school. But my desire is to correct misinformation on behalf of my daughter and her husband. I hope you can do me the honor of posting my statement. If you do this, I will give you exclusive rights to use the information I have provided. I hope you can help not only me but my new family-in-law; they are not here to defend themselves. I hope this information will silence the skeptics and critics who have been having a field day at my family's expense. I thank you in advance for your assistance in this endeavor. Please contact me on this private com-link for an exclusive interview with Commander Spock and my daughter, Nyota. I ask only that you protect their dignity. If you agree, please let me know, and I'll give you permission on behalf of the married couple to use one of their wedding vids.

Thank you on behalf of the S'chn T'gai clan, as well as the Uhura family.

 

Michelle and Everett looked at each other and their mouths dropped open in shock. Everett started jumping up and down, and Michelle started screaming. The story of a lifetime had just fallen into their laps. She ran around the desk and grabbed Everett by his shoulders and then they started dancing. Michelle pressed a hand to her chest; she was breathing heavily:

 

"I can't believe it! She-she saved us!"

 

Everett waved a hand in the air: "Think of the credits, the status-we'll put the competition on their knees!"

 

"Let's read her article," Michelle said, going back to her desk.

 

"Skip that-I want to see the vid!"

 

Michelle projected the vid on the large monitor on the wall and was taken aback by what she saw. The two of them were mesmerized by the view of the Enterprise crew.

 

"Oh my! She is gorgeous, a sexy thang, isn't she-that Nyota?"

 

"Oh yeah! And the man in the gold uniform is kind of cute," Michelle said, referring to Kirk.

 

"Wow! Look at the Vulcan-whooh! He looks likes a predator," Everett said, fanning himself. "That robe is to die for-look at the exquisite embroidered Vulcan script! It appears to have been done by hand-it must have taken days. It's subtle, but I wonder what it says? And that dress Nyota is wearing looks like an original!"

 

Everett zoomed in on the wedding dress: "Oh my! That dress is fine-and it fits her perfectly, as if it was custom-made for her. I'm jealous of her designer!"

 

While Everett was critiquing the outfits of the crew, Michelle read the article, which brought her to tears. She looked up at Everett; "Rett, you need to read this."

 

He took the time to read the article and sighed:

"Girl, that is deep! You need to give this piece justice by anchoring it to the top of our page and using all our resources to point viewers to it. This is missing from the world!"

 

"You're right! Let's grab 'em by the balls!"

 

"OUCH, girl! Take it easy!" Everett said, laughing.

 

"Okay, I'll introduce the couple and do mini-bios of both while you focus on their wardrobes. Dig in and find out who that mystery designer is, as well as the man in the traditional Scottish kilt. Cover all the angles about the combination of Earth traditions with those of the Vulcan culture," Michelle said, waving her hand in the air to indicate the myriad prospects.

 

"OK, Mich! Let's get to work on the most fashionable wedding of the century!"

 

The two attended to their tasks, using all their resources to research the couple, their families, and their clothing and accessories.

 

A few hours later, Michelle premiered the only public vid of the newly married couple. But first she read aloud the commentary that Saana had written on how the media had treated the couple and their families. Saana belittled the media for their handling of the whole situation and stoking prejudice by rehashing the poor first impression the Vulcans had made a couple of centuries back as well as the racist coverage of Sarek and Amanda's courtship. Then she played the vid of the married couple while her and Everett's commentaries focused on the twin themes of unity and diversity.

 

Then Everett took over, discussing the history of the Scottish kilt and the African motifs worked into Nyota's designer dress. The gold-beaded headdress was a work of art that complemented the meticulously executed design of Spock's more subtle robe. Together they demonstrated unity and diversity among the stars.

 

Everett ended his fashion statement: "I give my compliments to whoever designed Ms. Uhura's wedding dress! It was made with finesse and was a perfect fit for her hourglass body. KUDOS!! Hook a brother up and contact us at Forever Love Weddings. Congrats on your marriage!!"

 

The combination of their reports shifted the tone of the conversation about the wedding to that of the "Wedding of the Century." High-status people who had heard of the upcoming reception on Altair VI began scrambling to see if they could obtain a last-minute invitation, and those who had spoken disparagingly of the wedding were overcome with shame. An outpouring of good wishes for the couple from all corners of the Federation washed away the memory of the recent weeks of unsympathetic coverage.

 

Everyone wanted to know how Forever Love Weddings had gotten access to the wedding vid. No one wanted to know more than Kim Kelly, who paid a visit to the company. Everett escorted her into Michelle's office, giving Kim stink-eye the whole time.

 

"Michelle, darling! How are you?"

 

"Kim Kelly! To what do I owe this honor?" Michelle asked, giving her suspicious look.

 

"Mich, I can't believe you stole my thunder! I thought I had the whole scoop on the Uhuras."

 

"I didn't steal anything, Kim, girl. Come on!"

 

Kim folded her arms across her chest: "Then how did you get the scoop of the century?"

 

Michelle took a deep breath:

"All I can tell you is that when the news broke of the nuptials-Kim, you have to admit-it got out of hand. Then when all the negative stuff about both families started being broadcast, that was the last straw. According to Professor Uhura, the harassment did her in; she felt disrespected."

 

Kim waved a hand in the air dismissively: "We all know that's just a casualty of the news media."

 

"Yeah, for you; what Everett and I saw was a woman being stalked at her job and home. And what made it worse is that you were the leader of the pack!"

 

"Michelle, I didn't mean for it get out of hand; the other news media took it to the deep end."

 

"That's true, but you could've done more to intervene. The poor woman was mobbed so badly that she took refuge at the Vulcan Embassy."

 

Kim took a deep breath: "Yeah, you're right about that. I didn't get to interview her at all, and then you beat everyone to the punch. I want to know how and why?"

 

"Are you kidding, Kim? We focus on weddings and fashion; we are not cutthroats willing to crush anyone for a story. We are into love and happily ever after," Michelle said sweetly. "So how do you like the vid of the wedding?"

 

"Much better than those old vids we found-it made them look like a storybook couple. But seriously, Michelle, how did you come by it?"

 

"I don't how she found me, Kim, but a couple of hours ago she sent a com-link to me directly, along with an article stating how WEN had caused her grief."

 

Kim started thinking furiously: "Maybe I can use their resources to get my own exclusive."

"Do you think I could use your com-link to reach Saana Uhura for more information?"

 

Michelle looked at Kim, shaking her head and folding her arms across her chest:

"I'm sorry, Kim. Saana will continue give me more information about the married couple and exclusive reports from the wedding reception on Altair VI. That's the agreement I had to make, so I can't help you."

 

Kim's mouth dropped open in disbelief: "You mean she will share information about the wedding reception only with you?"

 

"Yep. We at Forever Loving Weddings will honor her request; that's the deal, Kim."

 

"Are you invited to the reception?"

 

"Oh no-I might get a live vid if we play our cards right and don't break her agreement. So I'm not risking it."

 

"LIVE VID!" Are you serious?! You gotta let me work with you!"

 

"NO WAY, GIRL!" Michelle said, shaking her head.

 

"I've been trying for weeks to get an invitation to Altair VI" Kim snarled, giving Michelle a vicious look.

 

Michelle shrugged her shoulders: "I'm honoring my client's request."

 

"I guess I'll go back to the Vulcan Embassy and try again to get an interview."

 

"You don't know, do you?"

 

"Know what?"

 

"Professor Uhura left for Vulcan sometime today; she's on her way to Vulcan as we speak!"

 

"NOOOOOOOOOO! My story of the century left Earth?"

Kim huffed loudly and stormed out of Michelle's office mad as a hornet.

 

Everett came in after the very angry Kim Kelly left Michelle's office:

"I've never seen that woman so mad-I guess she didn't like your answer."

 

"No, Rhett, she didn't. Kim is quite mad at us. If we play our cards right, our company will get exclusive rights to cover the reception and be back on top again."

 

"I hear you, girl! I hope this marriage brings romance back to this world-and better yet-to the universe!"

 

 


 

It was half an hour later when the dizziness from the hypospray wore off. T'Sri returned to Saana's cabin:

"Professor Uhura, Vulcan Space Central has processed your credentials, and Ambassador Sarek and his wife are ready to receive you."

 

"Thank you, T'Sri. The view of your planet is magnificent!"

 

"I am here to serve. Vulcan is a unique planet. May your stay here be pleasant. Please follow me," T'Sri said, before leading Saana through the ship's corridors to the transporter pad.

 

 

Meanwhile Sarek and Amanda were at Vulcan Space Central awaiting Saana's arrival. Sarek looked at his Padd and saw the clearance notice for Professor Saana Uhura:

 

"Professor Uhura has been cleared to arrive; she will appear momentarily."

 

"I can't believe she's here! I hope she will enjoy her stay on Vulcan." Amanda spoke excitedly.

 

"I expect that you will entertain Professor Uhura during her visit," Sarek said, tilting his head toward his wife.

 

Three Vulcans from the Vulcan High Command Department of Transportation and Immigration approached the couple and gave the proper greeting.

 

"Vulcan Space Central has given clearance for Dr. Uhura; we are here to welcome her formally."

Amanda looked from them to Sarek: "That's different!" she opined through their marital bond.

"Yes. They are curious about the diversity of skin color among Terrans."

 

Amanda's eyes widened, and she glared at the two men and one woman.

 

"Aduna, Vulcans are aware of the genetic variations among their own species, but Terrans possess an array of differences that many Vulcans have never yet encountered in person."

 

Amanda returned her gaze to the transporter port and saw Saana materializing before them. Beside her were two aides with her luggage; they stepped down from the platform toward Sarek.

 

Saana recognized the couple right away and clasped her hands together to keep from jumping up and down. She remembered that Vulcans were somber people with little facial expression or body language. Saana was escorted to them and noticed three Vulcans standing beside the ambassador. They were wearing long, gray robes and appeared to be in their late 80s. But Saana suspected that they were much older, given the difference in average life spans between Terrans and Vulcans. She stopped in front of Amanda and Sarek, held up her hand to perform the ta'al with difficulty and focused on the pronunciation:;

 

"Dif-tor heh smusma" [Live long and prosper].

 

Amanda and all the Vulcans gave the standard response, "Sochya eh dif" [Peace and long life], with a small bow.

The Vulcans Saana did not know exchanged glances with raised eyebrows, obviously surprised (for Vulcans) that she had spoken with proper pronunciation.

 

The eldest, Suter, addressed Saana in Standard: "Professor Uhura, on behalf of all of Vulcan, welcome."

 

Saana responded in Vulcansu: "Thank you for your generosity in allowing me to stay at your Embassy on Earth and to visit your beautiful world."

 

The three elder Vulcans were impressed with the clarity and precision of her Vulcansu.

 

The female commissioner, T'Dess, observed Saana's demeanor and pronunciation, and gave the Terran credit for learning the language:

"Profesor Uhura, you honor us with your presence. We are pleased that your daughter is bonded to a s'haile of the S'chn T'gai clan."

 

Amanda stood wide eyed, shocked that three of the commissioners from Vulcan High Command had come to greet Saana and had spoken to her with such high regard. Sarek gently touched her fingers to give her support.

 

Then the third commissioner, Avarak, spoke up: "If you have need of our service during your stay, Ambassador Sarek will act as liaison."

 

"Your greeting and service honor me," Saana responded.

 

Suter spoke again: "May I ask how you learned Vulcansu? Your diction is correct, and your phrasing has clarity."

 

"I was honored to be assisted in my learning by your aides on Earth and the modules that I trained on for the past several weeks."

 

Suter's brow rose: "Impressive; not many can accomplish such a feat in so little time."

 

Sarek turned to the commissioners: "Professor Uhura's daughter has a distinguished record in xeno-linguistics; according to Starfleet personnel files, she has become proficient in more than 75 languages or dialects, many of them alien to Earth."

 

"Lieutenant Uhura has much in common with your bondmate, Sarek. Lady Amanda continues to contribute to the linguistic banks of the Federation of Planets," T'Dess noted.

 

Amanda stared at the three Vulcans, still shocked by their praise. Never in her years on Vulcan had she heard such compliments. "I'm feeling a bit queasy from the overwhelming comments. I wonder what brought this on?"' she thought to herself. She decided that she had had enough of the fanfare:

"Professor Uhura, you must be tired from your journey. Please accompany my husband and I to our estate so that you can rest before end meal."

 

"Quite true, my Aduna. We will attend to her comfort, and she will partake in end meal with us," Sarek agreed.

 

Saana remembered that "end meal" meant dinner. She turned to the three commissioners and performed the ta'al:

"Sochya eh dif, commissioners of Vulcan."

 

The commissioners returned the salute and left Ambassador Sarek and his wife to their guest. As Sarek led the ladies and the aides to a hovercar, Amanda turned to Saana: "Oh my, Saana! That was wonderful! They are intrigued with you."

 

"Really?"

 

"Yes. They rarely appear to visitors to Vulcan. They nearly always send an aide in their place."

 

Saana didn't know what to think. She walked out of the building into the thin, hot air. The increase in gravity hit her immediately, and she almost lost her balance.

 

Amanda grabbed her arm, saying, "It will take a little while to adjust to the atmosphere and the gravity."

 

Sarek took note of her near-fall: "Did receive your tri-ox compound?"

 

"Yes. The healer on the ship said he notified your family healer of the injection."

 

"Good. That will help your body adjust to the differences. I will notify the chief healer of the S'chn T'gai clan of your presence in our home."

 

"Thank you."

 

"I'm so glad you're here, Saana!" Amanda said, finally breaking out into a smile when they reached the car.

 

They loaded into the vehicle and headed out to the clan's estate. During the drive, Saana took note of the buildings they passed. Although the architecture was quite different from what she was familiar with, the buildings were gorgeous and impressive. She saw people walking around in long robes, but it strangely quiet for such a large city.

 

"This is beautiful; it's different."

 

Sarek explained: "Our capital, ShiKahr, is the home of our primary facilities for higher education and our political system."

 

The drive took about half an hour. On the outskirts of the city, there were fewer buildings or houses. Soon there was just desert vegetation, and Vulcan's two suns dominated the horizon.

 

"I never saw two suns like those," Saana said, attempting to block the glare with her hand.

 

"The Vulcan people have evolved to adapt to the sun's intensity."

 

"I have to wear special contact lenses for my eyes, I will order you a pair so you will be able withstand the glare," Amanda said.

 

Saana took in the view as best she could; then she saw a dwelling that looked like castle or mansion. It was huge and appeared to have been partially built into a cliff. She took it all in. "Sarek's family must be like the Rockefellers or Rothschilds on Earth," Saana thought.

 

As they entered the house, Sevel, steward of the estate, approached them: "Welcome, Professor Uhura. May your stay be a peaceful one," he said with a slight bow.

 

"Sevel, can one of the servants prepare tea for Professor Uhura? She has had a long journey."

 

"As you request, T'Amanda," Sevel said before bowing and leaving.

 

Sarek came and stood next to his wife: "Professor Uhura, we have prepared a room for you in which to rest; we will honored if you join us for end meal at 1800 hours."

 

Saana replied in Vulcansu: "I would honored, Ambassador Sarek."

 

" ‘Sarek' will suffice."

 

"Then you must call me ‘Saana'."

 

Sarek raised a brow and looked to his wife for permission.

 

"Of course; we are family now, Sarek," Amanda said graciously.

 

"Until then, Saana," Sarek said with slight bow of his head before leaving the room.

 

"What was that all about?" Saana asked.

"Sarek didn't want to offend you by addressing you by your first name. Among Vulcans, it's considered intimate, Amanda said. "I have to teach you more of the Vulcan social norms. They are very different from those of Earth."

 

"It's okay; I am a professor of anthropology, and it's all about culture!"

 

Amanda wrapped her arm around Saana's and led her toward her suite: "It's good that you have an open mind; it will come in handy when dealing with the local Vulcans. They can be a challenge. You have no idea how wonderful it is to have another Terran female to chit-chat and share womanly things with. Vulcan women don't do girl time as we do."

 

"Well, I've been out of action for some time. I know Nyota and her best friend Charlene would often have ‘girls night out' before she was married. I wonder if they still do?"

 

"I hope so. Vulcan women don't socialize as Terran women do. So here's your room."

 

Amanda stopped in front of a double door that swung open to reveal a large suite.

 

"Oh my! Vulcans do like things spacious! This is nice."

 

"Thank you."

 

Amanda closed the doors, and the women sat on a loveseat and began chatting about current events. Outside the suite, standing nearby, Sarek quietly listened to the hum of conversation between his wife and Professor Uhura. The sounds rose and fell, frequently punctuated by giggling, a sound he would never become used to. It disturbed his sensitive ears, and he raised a hand to cover one of them. Sarek would never understand the human need to talk excessively, which he referred to as "non-constructive conversation" and Amanda called "small talk." She had tried to explain to him that is was a form of social bonding, but he had difficulty with the concept. The people of Vulcan generally eschewed that type of communication; they were concerned with the facts, no more and no less.

 

Sarek suddenly realized that his home would be filled with this type of chatter for the duration of the run-up to the celebration and beyond. He was aware that Terran females tended to engage in this type of conversation more than males. He also understood that his wife needed this for her well-being. But the thought remained that his home would be noisier than usual; even with the door to the suite closed, the sound filtered through it and filled the space where he was standing. He realized that it would interrupt the tranquility that he sought each day when he came home from the Academy or the Vulcan High Command. Sarek sighed quietly and resolved to increase his meditation time by 15.5 percent to accommodate the disruption of his household. He stood there for a few more minutes, noticing an increase in his wife's contentment through their bond. Thinking of the saying his wife had used several nights previous, "Happy wife, happy life," he was satisfied with the situation.

 

Sarek continued down the hall to his study, wondering about what the two Terran females would do as the days proceeded. Sarek wondered how long Professor Uhura would be staying. He continued into his study and realized that he had found the temporary sanctuary he would need until the noise of female conversation subsided. He com-linked the S'chn T'gai healer Shath to confirm the appointment for Professor Uhura's transponder implant.

 

End Notes:

 

A/N: [1] Vulcan Space Central is mentioned in "Amok Time."

 

Chapter 19- Week 3: On the Enterprise—Off Course (continued) by Uhura the 9th
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: Michelle, CEO of Forever Love Weddings, had obtained exclusive rights to the story of Nyota and Spock's wedding. Kim Kelly was furious about the whole thing. Saana had arrived on Vulcan and was well received by Spock's parents. She and Amanda became fast friends. This chapter focuses on the rescue mission, where Nyota and Christine were assigned to work together. See the source image

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Week 3: On the Enterprise-Off Course (continued)

Nyota's shuttlecraft, the Galileo, took off from the hangar deck, following Sulu, who was ahead of her piloting the Columbia. She cleared the Enterprise hangar doors, and other shuttles descending toward the planetoid and ascending back toward their ships came into view. She felt the turbulence rock her ship and quickly compensated:

"Hang on, you guys! This will be a bumpy ride because of the turbulence generated by the planetoid."

"Thanks, Lieutenant; we can take it!" Nurse Brian Carroll shouted back. He glanced over at Nurse Chapel, who looked confident. He could tell this wasn't her first rodeo.

Nyota tapped in her landing coordinates and held her shuttle on course, fighting the shockwaves as she descended. This was not her first rodeo either. All her pilot training was paying off. She had scored highly in those classes. She maneuvered her shuttle toward a landing pad at the New Jersey Colony space center. As she approached her destination, she noticed people scurrying around, trying to reach a shuttlecraft. Someone was trying to control the crowd, to keep them at safe distance.

Christine and Brian got into position at the shuttle doors and waited for Nyota to announce that the shuttle was secure.

"Okay, clear!" Nyota shouted.

The doors opened, and Christine jumped off the steps to assist people. She saw fear and desperation to get off the base in their eyes. She signaled the hangar manager the number of people the shuttle could accommodate, and people raced to her to get on board.

"Take it easy; we'll get off safely. Please find the first available seat and strap yourselves in as quickly as possible."

A man ran up to Christine with a Padd in his hand. "I'm Doctor Patel. The radiation levels are increasing steadily, and radiation sickness is a concern."

"Dr. McCoy will assess each patient as we reach the Enterprise," Christine said as people filed past her onto the shuttle.

"Thanks! I have some critical patients that need attention first," Dr. Patel said.

"We will return for another load of patients; have them ready," Christine said while checking her Padd.

"Nurse Chapel, the passengers are secured and preflight checklist is complete," Brian said from the doorway.

"Thank you. I just transferred the critical patients to your Padd," Dr. Patel said, wiping sweat from his brow.

"Thanks, we'll be back soon."

While Christine was speaking, the ground beneath the shuttle shook violently. People started screaming. Christine secured the door and took her seat.

Brian shouted at Nyota over his shoulder: "We're ready to lift off, Lieutenant!"

People were moaning in fear. The ground shook again as Nyota lifted the shuttle off the pad. As she lifted off, she felt a heavy pull on the engines and quickly adjusted for weight and balance. "Okay, Gali, work with me," she thought as she maneuvered the shuttle into space, fighting shockwaves as the ship ascended. She passed the second wave of shuttles leaving the Enterprise shuttle bay as the first wave approached in a coordinated effort. Once the second group cleared the bay doors, the first eight shuttles entered the shuttle bay one by one.

While Nyota was piloting the shuttle, Brian and Christine gathered people's IDs, completed basic medical assessments, and started classifying their patients based on the amount of radiation they had absorbed. Once a patient's vitals had been loaded into a Padd, they were automatically relayed to McCoy on the ship. Next, the two nurses began using their hyposprays to administer shots of the combined radiation treatment to the most seriously injured patients. Brian and Christine worked effectively as a team despite being thrown off their feet several times when the ship jolted.


Back on the Enterprise bridge, Charlene Masters continued to work feverishly, noting the status of each shuttlecraft's engines. She noticed when the engine of the shuttlecraft Nyota was piloting faltered for a brief moment. Charlene gasped and quickly pulled up the schematic of Galileo's engine, observing a re-route in progress. She used her Padd to push the notice to the computer that fed directly into Spock's station. He would determine whether the craft was in danger or not.

Spock continued to gather data on the planetoid's impending breakup. He had trouble reporting the progress of planetoid's with precision. The station itself was close to breaking apart in front of him. He knew destruction was imminent. When he saw the report on the fleet of shuttlecraft, especially one in particular, Spock left his station and joined Masters to verify her report. He stood behind her looking at the display of engine performance for the shuttle fleet.

Charlene looked up at her commander:

"Mr. Spock, Lieutenant Uhura was able to compensate for the engine's malfunction," she said, pointing at the fuel levels. "She re-routed the fuel to compensate for the unbalanced thrust and is in the process of landing the Galileo in the shuttle bay."

Spock, though struggling to control his concern for Nyota, verified Masters' report and replied to her with his customary calm demeanor: "Continue monitoring the shuttles, Lieutenant Masters."

"I also have an update from Lieutenant Brent on the progress of the transporter repairs." Masters said. "They are fine-tuning the energy flow from Engineering and applying incrementally adjusted mathematical formulas to compensate for the radiation's effects on the matter stream and pattern buffers, but the adjustments may not be able to completely compensate for the radiation in order to enable a transporter lock."

Spock stood there a moment, processing the information: "Very well. Direct them to monitor the radiation fluctuations carefully while making their adjustments."

"Yes, sir. I'll relay your orders right away," Charlene said, turning to continue her work.

As Spock went back to his station, the ship shook slightly. Palmer reported that the second wave of shuttlecraft were off, and the first wave was landing and preparing to deliver the first batch of survivors to the shuttle bay. Palmer gave regular updates from the other two starships while Kirk remained in direct contact with their captains in order to carry out the operation in as seamless a manner as possible. The other ships were experiencing the same effects of the planetoid's instability, which were causing havoc with their instruments and sensors.


The shuttle bay was pressurized once the eight shuttlecraft of the first wave landed. Security and medical staff with gurneys rushed in, going to their designated shuttles. DeSalle directed technicians to quickly complete maintenance on each shuttle, recalibrate the engines, refuel, and check the pilots' conditions. People poured out each shuttle and were directed to different parts of the ship depending on their condition. The medical staff took the most serious cases to Dr. McCoy in Sickbay and started applying medications based on the feed from the medical crew with the shuttles. The Enterprise crew worked like a well-oiled machine, but it still took nearly 1½ hours to bundle all the patients off the shuttles-just in time for the second wave of shuttles to start their run back to the Enterprise. Once the shuttle bay was cleared of personnel, the first wave was ready to return to the planetoid.

Sulu was cleared to pilot the Columbia past the bay doors, followed by the rest of the pilots. From the shuttle bay, the view of the shuttles from the other trips looked like trails of ants marching through space to their destination. Nyota lifted off last and followed the other pilots down to the colony.

But this time Nyota saw evidence of the impending doom; open fissures were clearly visible. She thought about how the shockwaves must be putting fear into the colonists waiting for rescue. For Nyota, it was her last pickup, based on Spock's calculations. She could hardly wait for the rescue mission to be over so she could put an end to her man's worries. Then a change of orders came through:

"Enterprise to GalileoEnterprise to Galileo."

"Galileo here."

"The landing area had become unstable; change your heading to 105-mark-38," Palmer directed.

"Course plotted and executed."

The shuttle headed toward the new coordinates on the far side of the spaceport.

Nyota pressed the intercom button: "Hey, Chapel and Carroll, we had to change course because the landing area has become unstable."

"No problem, Lieutenant. We're ready back here," Christine replied.

As chaos continued below them, Nyota guided the shuttle to the new location, which took an extra 7 minutes. She saw other shuttles preparing to depart from the landing pad as she maneuvered and applied thrusters for landing. The area around them shook violently, and the shuttle drifted slightly; Nyota had to pull up to keep from crashing. Then she set the shuttle down on a landing pad. Outside the ship, the chaos was more evident than before. The people were scattered and their faces were desperate. Another shuttle from the Potemkin arrived at the same time, and people rushed to it, trying to board.

The Galileo's doors opened, and people piled in. Brian and Christine attempted to slow and calm them down. Then another violent shock heaved the ground, throwing around everyone inside and outside the shuttle. Nyota watched from the pilot's seat as another shuttle lost control in an attempt to land and crashed into a building. Nyota unbuckled herself and ran out the back door, heading toward the crashed shuttle. Christine saw Nyota run out the door, and she stood in doorway taking view of the downed shuttle.

"Brian, check everyone in. I'm going to help Uhura!"

"What? Is she hurt?"

Christine shouted at Brian: "Keep checking the people in! That's an order!"

She jumped out and followed Nyota to the other shuttle; as she ran, the ground below her shifted so that she almost stumbled.

Nyota banged on the door, and a dark-haired nurse with blood running down her forehead popped the hatch. Nyota climbed into the shuttle, looking around:

"Is everyone okay?"

The nurse who had opened the door was woozy on her feet. She clutched the doorframe and said, "I don't know; it happened so fast."

Nyota went to the pilot and found him unconscious and slumped over the controls; she checked his pulse and found a heartbeat. She unbuckled him and pulled him to the floor. A red-headed nurse who had been stunned by the crash regained consciousness and jumped out of her seat to help Nyota. She looked around the cabin, assessing the situation. Christine came to the front of the shuttle to assist as well.

Nyota looked up at the two nurses:

"Can we move him?"

Both women pulled out their medical tricorders and scanned the pilot's body. The nurse Nyota had met at the door came up to the front, asking, "Is Jason all right?"

"We're checking him now," Christine said.

He has a concussion," the red-haired nurse said.

"Can he be moved? We can't stay here," Nyota said.

"There are some indications of internal injuries," Christine said, looking concerned. She pulled out a pressure pad for his head.

"We need to move him, ladies!" Nyota said sternly.

"We need help carrying him!" the dark-haired nurse said.

"It will take all of us. Do you have a stretcher?" Nyota asked. "We need to move quickly!"

The dark-haired nurse left and quickly returned with a portable cloth stretcher, which she unfolded as she walked back toward the patient. The three nurses aligned the stretcher with Jason and gently rolled their patient onto it. Each woman took a corner and attempted to lift the man. The colony shook again, throwing them off balance so that they almost dropped him.

When they stepped outside, everyone was gone-even the shuttle from the Potemkin"This doesn't look good," Nyota thought to herself. The women walked together, carrying the pilot, their faces strained because of the weight of his body. They carried the pilot up the ramp, and Brian greeted them and helped to move the patient to the back of the ship. There was barely any room to move with all the colonists aboard as well.

"Okay, secure the pilot!" Nyota said as she went to the cockpit to take off. The dark-haired nurse knelt to attend to him. Christine realized there were no more seats left and little room even to move around the shuttle.

Nyota buckled in and adjusted the controls., She applied thrust and the ship started to lift off. She knew right away that it felt wrong; she applied more power, and the ship struggled and fell back down with a thump. She quickly checked the levels on her panels and realized that with the weight of the extra passengers, they wouldn't be able to reach escape velocity or get back to the Enterprise"Oh boy! This is not good, not good at all."

Christine appeared and looked at her: "What's wrong, Uhura?"

Nyota looked at Christine and said gravely: "Houston, we have a problem."


Meanwhile at the same time:

"Captain Kirk, this is Captain Morgan of the Potemkin."

"Yes, Morgan?"

"I have a report that one of our shuttles is missing; we're assuming it crashed. We're wondering if you have anybody near that shuttle? We are unable to reach them. Its last coordinates were 105-mark-38."

Kirk looked over at Spock: "The shuttle Galileo is in that vicinity, Captain," Spock said.

"Morgan, we do have a shuttle in that area; we'll contact the crew to see if they have a visual of your ship."

"Thanks, Kirk! I hope they are all right."

"We'll investigate." Kirk leaned back and gave orders: "Palmer, contact the Galileo and apprise Lieutenant Uhura of the situation."

Palmer began paging the Galileo but received no response:

"Enterprise to Galileo. Please come in," she repeated, working the console to adjust the array system, frequencies, and channels to reach them.

Spock went to the Communications station and readjusted some of the components that enabled the system to reach out for any form of signal. There was no response.

Masters was monitoring the shuttlecraft returning from the planetoid and meeting at the rendezvous point and noticed that there were only seven:

"Captain, the Galileo is not among the shuttlecraft approaching the shuttle bay, sir. It's systems are active at the moment, but it is not moving."

Spock went to the Engineering station and checked the Galileo's fuel levels and computer system; all parameters appeared nominal. He went back to the Communications station and watched as Palmer continued to page the Galileo with no success. Kirk took it all in with a worried look, knowing that he had sent his best friend's wife on this mission.

"The frequency is open, and, according to the telemetry, the shuttlecraft has been receiving our signals," Palmer said, addressing the Captain.

Kirk looked at Spock: "Something happened to them if the ship is intact."

"Something has happened on the planetoid; it is quite unstable, Captain."

"Something that is preventing them from leaving the colony?"

"I could beam down and investigate the situation, Captain."

Kirk gave him a stern look: "Like that's going to happen, putting another officer in danger? Plus I am expected to bring them both to Vulcan! No way!'"

"Let's find out if it's safe to transport with all those magnetic pulses and radiation."

Kirk punched the intercom: "Mr. Scott."

"Scott here."

"What is the status of the transporter; is it safe to beam someone down?" Kirk asked.

"No, sir. We're still calibratin' the transporter systems as we speak, per Mr. Spock's recommendations. Then we'll have to test-run the thing to make sure it's safe for a person."

"How long will it take, Scotty?"

"The magnetic and radiation pulses from that planetoid are not makin' it easy fer us, Captain. We would have ta adjust the transporter systems continually to stabilize the beam long enough for a beamdown, and even wi' that, it would be a crapshoot. I wouldna risk anyone's life on it right now."

The Enterprise shifted again. Spock grabbed the rail, to hold himself upright. He stepped down next to the captain and spoke quietly to him:

"Jim, with your permission, I would like to contact my wife."

Kirk looked at him and knew what he meant: "Of course, Spock. Take all the time you need. Let me know if there is anything we can do to help."

Spock went to his station, sat down, and opened up his bond with Nyota to find her.


Meanwhile in the shuttle, people were screaming, crying, and shouting while the ground continued to quake below them.

Nyota took charge: "Everyone, calm down! We will leave soon as we can. Don't panic; the nurses are here to help. The planetoid is shifting, and I need to adjust the controls so we can leave."

The people started to settle down: "Thank you. I can't do my work if there's a lot of distraction. Your safety is first. I need to work out the controls."

Nyota went back to the cockpit, pulled out a data tricorder, and spoke to the computer. She recalculated the weight to fuel consumption ratio and realized that they were overweight.

Christine came up to the cockpit and sat in the other command chair, looking at Nyota with concern:

"Are we stuck here?" she asked, pitching her voice low so the passengers wouldn't hear.

"Not if I can help it. We have a weight problem; we don't have enough fuel to lift off and achieve escape velocity."

Christine looked gave: "The shuttle has already been stripped down to the bare minimum as it is. There's nothing to jettison in order to decrease our weight."

Nyota's mind raced, wondering what her man would do. She looked at Christine: "We need more fuel; the crashed shuttle has it."

"I'll do anything to help, Nyota."

"I need help carrying those fuel cells."

"I'll get Brian to come with us and will tell the other two nurses to keep the passengers calm while we're gone."

"Thanks! That will help a lot. Let's go; we don't have much time."

Christine gave instructions to the other two nurses, and then she and Brian followed Nyota out of the shuttle. The ground vibrated and heaved as they walked. The building in front of them started to crumble. Nyota knew time was running out; they needed to lift off soon.

The team reached the damaged shuttle: "What do we do first Lieutenant?" Brian asked.

"There is a toolbox inside the ship, marked "Equipment"; bring everything if you can."

Christine and Nyota went behind the shuttle: "We need to get these panels off first; then we can access the fuel cells from the inside."

Brian came back with a bag full of tools and placed it on the ground; Nyota sifted through it and found a tool she could use to remove one of the panels:

"Brian, I need you to remove these panels; it will help loosen the fuel cells."

'Okay; sounds easy."

"I hope so. Come on, Christine."

The two women went inside and moved to the back of the shuttle. They knelt and removed the floor panels, exposing the tops of the fuel cells. Nyota directed Christine to remove the bolts securing the cells and showed her how to loosen them.

"I'm going to help Brian while you do that," Nyota said.

"Okay," Christine replied.


Meanwhile on the Galileo, the dark-haired nurse heard the page from the Enterprise; she approached the cockpit and answered:

"Galileo here!"

"Is this Lieutenant Uhura?" Palmer asked.

"No..." the nurse replied.

Then another voice came on: "Who is this? Where is Lieutenant Uhura?" Kirk boomed.

"I'm Nurse Jean Silverton from the Huron. Lieutenant Uhura saved us. She's outside trying to save the Galileo."

"What's the situation?"

"The pilot from the Huron sustained a concussion when he tried to land the shuttle. Lieutenant Uhura and the Galileo crew helped us to transfer the pilot to the Galileo. We tried to lift off in the Galileo, but we couldn't because of the extra weight. Lieutenant Uhura is trying to get the fuel we need from the Huron."

"Stay on this frequency so we can keep apprised of your situation," Kirk commanded.


Nyota went outside and helped Brian with the panels. Checking her tricorder, she saw that the cells were still intact and hadn't been damaged by the crash. Nyota and Brian loosened the housing that protected the cells. She used the side panel controls to order the computer to disengage the safety on the cells. Then they went inside the shuttle and found Christine finishing her work.

They took one cell each out of its holding case and dragged it off the shuttle. Brian was able to carry his, but the women dragged theirs back to the Galileo. Now they had to transfer the fuel from the Huron's cells to the ones on the Galileo. Nyota directed Christine and Brian on how to go about this, and the trio topped off the fuel in all three cells.

"Wow, I didn't sign up to be an engineer! This is hard!" Brian said, wiping sweat from his brow.

"I think we're a bit spoiled in our nursing jobs," Christine said. "This was challenging-if it hadn't been for Uhura, we would have been in deep trouble!" Christine turned to see Nyota frozen in place.

Nyota was talking to Spock through their bond:

"Yes, we were able to obtain the fuel cells; we just transferred the fuel to the Galileo's fuel cells. They are all at full capacity now."

"Then you need to recalculate the weight to fuel ratio."

"Yes, I am about to do that."

"Be safe, my Aduna!"

"I will now...."

Brian and Christine watched Nyota with curiosity and then exchanged looks. Nyota said something, but she wasn't talking to them-she seemed to be talking to someone invisible. Brian looked to Christine: "What's wrong with the Lieutenant?"

"Shhh." Christine heard Nyota talking quietly as if she were whispering to someone. Christine slowly reached out and touched Nyota's arm. Nyota jumped as if she had had no idea Christine was there.

"Nyota, are you all right?"

"Yes, we need to hurry; we don't have much time," Nyota said, snapping back to the here and now.

When they went back into the ship, Jean said, "The Enterprise just contacted us wondering about our situation, and I told them everything I know."

"Thanks!" Nyota said. "Christine, come up to the cockpit; there's extra room."

Nyota sat at the helm; Christine sat in the navigator seat. Nyota quickly put their current weight and fuel capacity into the computer. The computer processed the data and indicated that the shuttle could lift off safely. Nyota adjusted the instruments to account for the increased weight and to balance the craft. Then the planetoid shook violently, and the building in front of them began to crumble, sending chunks of it flying. The passengers on board the Galileo began screaming and crying. Christine grabbed the arms of her chair and watched with shock as the colony began breaking apart.

Nyota shouted: "Hold on, everybody!"

The shuttle lifted, slowly at first, while another shockwave rattled it. Nyota added more thrust, and the shuttle cleared the ground. Nyota deftly piloted the shuttle away from the colony on the safest and most efficient route.


On the Enterprise, Kirk was talking with Captain Morgan of the Potemkin.

"A nurse named Silverton indicated that the pilot of the Huron is unconscious and that Lieutenant Uhura is trying to get the Galileo out of there."

"Lieutenant Uhura, you say? The famous code breaker?" Morgan asked.

"They had to adjust the weight and scrounge more fuel to lift off."

"All of our shuttles have reported in, except the Huron. Can you take care of my crew until we reach Starbase 12, Kirk?"

"No problem, Terrell. I'll take care of your people. Kirk out."

While Kirk was conversing with Captain Morgan, Spock and Masters had been monitoring the fuel levels on the Galileo:

"Lieutenant Uhura was able to retrieve the Huron fuel cells and transfer fuel to the Galileo's fuel cells to compensate for the increase in weight from extra passengers," Spock said.

"Yes, Mr. Spock. The shuttle should lift off with no problems; the fuel levels are at maximum."

"Have Engineering stand by to apply tractor beams, if necessary."

Masters looked at Spock: "Is that necessary? They will be able to reach escape velocity now that they have compensated for their weight with extra fuel."

"The magnetic forces from the planetoid will interfere with the instruments on the shuttle and cause it to shift, draining more energy as it ascends toward the rendezvous point. The destruction of the colony is imminent."

"I'll notify engineering, Mr. Spock."

Spock looked closely at the shuttle's readings on the sensors, not only those of the engines, but also those of the life support system. With both magnetic waves and radiation acting on the shuttle, the fuel cells would drain more quickly. Spock touched his temple as his racing mind calculated the shuttle's progress, adjusting for all the variables. He gave Kirk the latest update on Galileo's progress as the ripples of gravitational waves assailed the ship's hull.

Then Spock went to his scanner to monitor the shuttle, observing that it was moving at the appropriate speed based on its weight and fuel capacity. Kirk was watching the main viewer as the planetoid actually began breaking apart in front of him.

"Kirk to Engineering."

"Engineering here, Sir."

"Be prepared to warp out of here at best speed as soon as the last shuttle is aboard; we'll be cutting it close. Spock indicated it's a matter of minutes."

"She's ready to go on your orders, Sir," Scotty replied.

Then Kirk saw a speck come into view. It was the Galileo. He started to breathe a little easier.

"There she is, Sir!" Chekov shouted.

Kirk hailed DeSalle: "Is the hangar deck ready to receive the Galileo?"

"Yes, Sir. We just opened the hangar doors for them. They can land whenever they're ready."

"Make sure those doors are closed as soon as the Galileo clears them; we need to warp out as soon as possible. It's not safe here."

"Yes, Sir! As soon as the shuttle clears those doors."

"Galileo ees 1,500 keelometers avay," Chekov reported.

"The planetoid has become so unstable it will be unable to sustain its form. Radiation levels have increased another 45.6% since our last readings," Spock reported.

"Notify Starfleet of the complete evacuation of the New Jersey Colony and that we are en route to Starbase 12 with the survivors."

"Galileo ees 1,000 keelometers from the shuttle bay doors," Chekov reported.

Spock left his station and headed toward the turbolift. Kirk left his command chair to follow him, ordering Lt. Masters over his shoulder to take the conn. Kirk stopped and turned back to address Chekov: "Mr. Chekov, once those bay doors close, get us out of here at warp 8!"

Kirk and Spock rode the turbolift in silence, Kirk didn't want to disturb him in case Spock was communicating with his wife telepathically. When they exited the turbo, the corridor was full of crew members and civilians.

The shipwide intercom announced: "Shuttlecraft aboard, pressurization procedures in progress."

Spock broke into a light jog down the corridor, dodging people as he went. Kirk followed as quickly as he could. They reached the pressure doors, where DeSalle and the medical team were waiting. McCoy arrived right behind them with his Padd. The Enterprise jumped to warp as they felt the last of the turbulence from the planetoid. DeSalle opened the pressure doors, and people flooded into both sides of the bay to care for the injured passengers from the shuttle.

Inside the Galileo, Nyota gave a deep sigh of relief the moment she touched down in the shuttle bay. So did many of the people in the back. As they waited for the pressurization procedures to finish, Christine looked at her one-time friend and said sincerely, "Thank you, Nyota, for saving us."

"Christine, we worked as a team and saved each other."

Christine wanted to say more, do more-but the words were stuck in her chest. She had seen another side of her one-time friend. They had worked together on the Enterprise for almost four years. They almost lost their lives saving people, but that is what they signed up for-putting their lives on the line to safeguard the peoples of the Federation.

Christine got up from her chair to help with the wounded, mainly to check on Jason, the pilot of the Huron. Brian opened the shuttle doors and the ambulatory passengers slowly stepped down into the landing bay as the medical team rushed to assist them.

Spock stood waiting with his hands clasped behind his back. He knew that she was well; he felt it through their bond. Spock's heart beat faster as he thought about how satisfying it would be just to see her come down the steps. He would not be satisfied until that moment, and he watched impatiently (for a Vulcan) as the survivors and wounded were unloaded.

McCoy helped process the intake of the survivors, performing triage on the spot and directing each patient to the appropriate location.

Spock saw two nurses from the Huron emerge from the shuttle. Kirk greeted them and shook their hands. Then he saw Nurse Chapel and Nurse Carroll come out. The Captain acknowledged each of them and said a few words of thanks. Then it was her-his beloved-at the door. Their eyes locked. He moved swiftly toward her to assist her down the stairs; he gently held her arm to guide her. Then they stared at each other and spoke through the bond only they shared:

"My Nyota, you have excelled in all aspects of your task. But I am concerned that your harrowing experience may have affected you in an adverse manner. Am I correct?"

"Are you asking whether I'm okay?"

"Indeed. Thank you, my love."

"I'm safe, my Ashyam. Be at peace."

Spock bowed his head to her and then became aware of people looking at them. Feeling pleased that not a single person knew what had transpired between them, Spock turned and guided Nyota toward the shuttle bay exit.

"Excuse me, Lieutenant Uhura, you and the rest of your crew need a medical check-in," McCoy called across the deck.

"Yes, doctor. I'm on my way," Nyota said with a smile. She was happy to be back on board; she turned and smiled at Spock: "Only a little while longer before we can be alone together, my Ashayam."

 

End Notes:

A/N: I had originally thought to use the tractor beam so the shuttle would have been pulled out of danger at warp speed with the Enterprise. But I checked Star Trek fandom, and it wasn't a valid procedure unless the smaller vessel could match the speed of the Enterprise, and shuttles in TOS were unable to make warp speed.    

Chapter 20-Conflict of Interest by Uhura the 9th
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Beta Reader: Jsilver2000    

Summary: The Enterprise had to take a detour rescue mission, "All Hands on Deck" everybody had a part. Saana finally arrived at Vulcan is met with three of the Vulcan Command Commissioners. The circus media has met its match with a traditional wedding media that respected Saana's request. Now back to Vulcan;

 

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On Vulcan-Conflict of Interest

Saana stretched as she started her first day on Vulcan. She could still feel the heaviness in her limbs from Vulcan's higher gravity. Saana smiled as she got ready to meet Amanda, dressing in a simple, deep blue loungewear set. She didn't know what Amanda had planned for the day, so she was unsure how to dress.

Her thoughts wandered back to the day before, when she and Amanda had chatted together long into the night, sharing like lost sisters. Saana felt an instant connection to Amanda as a friend. They shared a lot of things in common in regard to choice of and courtship by their spouses. Amanda shared that her family had resented her marriage to Sarek. Saana had been shocked by the age difference between Sarek and Amanda. Saana shared with Amanda that her side of the family had resented the Uhuras. It felt great to engage in "girl talk." And Amanda was thrilled to have someone to talk with about Earthly matters and to be able to make emotional comments on topics.

Then Saana heard a soft knock on her door. She quickly folded her sleepwear and placed it in her dresser. She opened the door and was greeted by her new friend:

"Good morning, Saana. I'm glad you are up."

"Good morning to you too. I slept well, but I feel heavy."

"Sarek informed me that the healer will be here sometime this morning to implant the transponder into your arm. Once that's done, you'll feel a whole lot better."

"Did it take you long to adjust to the differences in gravity and oxygen levels?"

"Yes it did, about two months. Are you ready for breakfast?"

"Yes!"

"Now, it's different from on Earth. Vulcans are vegetarians, and the food is different."

"I'm an anthropologist; I'm used to trying different cultures' cuisines," Saana said with a smile.

"Wow, you are making my day! Come with me, Saana."

Amanda guided Saana downstairs to the breakfast area, where Sarek was preparing the table with trays of fruit, flat bread, and an array of jams and teas. He looked up as the women entered the breakfast area and held up his hand in the ta'al:

"Greetings, Saana."

"Greetings, Sarek."

"Please partake in first meal with my aduna and me. We would be honored."

Amanda guided Saana to a seat and introduced the items on the serving trays:

Indicating the red fruit, Amanda said, "We have fresh gespar, which is grown in the temperate region of Vulcan. It is tangy, sort of like pineapple." Pointing toward the jams, she said, "Sometimes I receive a shipment of Earth jams and bread, which is a treat for me. We have blackberry and strawberry jams, as well as orange marmalade. And we have spice tea, which is sort of like chai tea on Earth, but more intense; Earl Gray; and plomeek tea, which is quite mild."

The three of them ate silently and sipped their tea until they finished and Amanda had cleared the table. Sarek spoke to Saana:

"Healer Shath will arrive at 1100 hours to implant your transponder and check you for any other medical issues."

Amanda returned and added, "Healer Shath is a cousin of Sarek's; he has served us since Spock's birth."

"Thank you. Will the transponder have a life span?"

Sarek answered her: "Yes; Shath will inform you of all the specifications of the device."

Saana then remembered that-in all the excitement of arrival-she had forgotten to discuss something with Sarek and Amanda the day before: "I have some wonderful news about Spock and Nyota. I wanted to share it yesterday, but I got carried away with other things," Saana said, not quite able to stifle a giggle. Amanda laughed softly in return.

The unusual sound of the giggle startled Sarek, and he adjusted his hearing, anticipating that there would be more giggles to come.

"Before I left Earth, I contacted Spock and Nyota and chatted with them for a while."

Amanda jumped from her seat in surprise, and Sarek's eyebrows rose in response to her reaction.

"You did?!" Amanda asked.

"Yes. I got their permission to use one of the vids to accompany the essay I wrote about interspecies diversity and prejudice against interspecies unions, remember?"

"Yes-Yes."

"Forever Love Weddings read my essay on air and broadcast the wedding vid [1]; I want to show you both."

"Oh please, I want to see!" Amanda was practically bouncing her seat, Sarek turned toward her to observe her reaction.

"Do you have a monitor nearby?"

"Yes. Computer, display monitor screen," the excited Amanda commanded, as Sarek tried to regulate his physiological responses to the intense excitement of the Terran women. A monitor emerged from a recess in the wall. Saana commanded the computer to access Forever Love Weddings through her account.

Forever Love Weddings' most recent broadcast appeared onscreen. The monitor showed Michelle Combs speaking directly to the camera:

"Good Evening,

"On behalf of Forever Love Weddings, congratulations to Commander Spock of Vulcan and Lieutenant Nyota Uhura of the United States of Africa, both serving in Starfleet.

"We will be showing a vid from the wedding shortly, but first, I would like to read an essay from Professor Saana Uhura, the mother of the bride. She wanted to respond to the media circus that hounded her halfway across Earth, trespassing on her personal rights and dragging her daughter and her new son-in-law through the mud. Professor Uhura criticized the media's intrusive pursuit of her for information on the couple. She went on to say that in the bigoted and hurtful comments she had seen in the media about the marriage, the Terran people had set themselves back 500 years regarding prejudice. She felt that although we Terrans, as a people, have developed wonderful technology and achieved so much, including reaching out into deep space, we have not been able to put our caveman mentality behind us when it comes to loving those who are different from us. We have survived great tragedies that occurred because of hate, and we should know better than to behave in this manner, knowing our sometimes shameful history. But we let hate back in-just because two people of different species found love in their own way.

"Here are Professor Uhura's thoughts in her own words," Michelle said, before reading Saana's commentary aloud. Saana's essay ended with a plea for respect for the couple's choice to marry.

When it was over, Amanda said, "Oh, Saana! That was-that was beautifully written!" She was thrilled that Saana had made such a moving argument for diversity and respect.

"Indeed, your essay lays out the importance of diversity in a way that dovetails with the teachings of the great Surak, the father of modern Vulcan civilization," Sarek added. "Infinite diversity in infinite combinations-embodied in the IDIC symbol so many Vulcans wear-underpins much of Vulcan philosophy."

Saana asked the computer to play the next vid:

Michelle returned to the screen, along with her assistant, Everett Taylor, to give their commentary on the vid of Spock and Nyota's wedding, which combined Vulcan and Terran aspects, as well as aspects of the ancient and the modern. Michelle and Everett settled on one word to describe it: "Fabulous!"

Amanda gasped; she was so pleased and excited: "That was wonderful, Saana! The coverage was tastefully done."

"And it gets better! Since I left Earth, I've been checking the media reports, and the tone of the conversation about the wedding has shifted to that of the "Wedding of the Century." Now they talk about Nyota and Spock with respect instead of rude comments. Plus, they found out I'm no longer Earth, so they don't have anyone to chase."

"Oh, Sarek! Isn't that wonderful?!"

Sarek continued to wonder why Terrans were so interested in other people's private lives, but he was impressed with how Forever Love Weddings had presented both Saana's essay and the wedding itself. He said:

"It shows that despite our differences we are able to thrive in unity. Your comments on the importance of diversity and tolerance have shed new light on the situation."

Amanda smiled and looked at Saana: "Sarek just said thank you for handling the problem."

"But I continue to find it most puzzling that Terrans indulge in scrutinizing others' lifestyles as a form of entertainment.": stated Sarek.

Both women both laughed softly and agreed with Sarek. He stood to leave for the Vulcan High Command.

"Aduna, I must attend some committee meetings in ShiKahr; I shall return before end meal."

Sarek extended his fingers toward Amanda to say goodbye to his wife and she reciprocated the touch.

"Okay, Sarek. See you then," Amanda replied.

Saana looked at the couple and saw how comfortable they were with each other; she smiled at the possibility of Nyota and Spock becoming so compatible.

"Saana, I trust you and my wife will find activities that will lead to a pleasant day."

"I'm sure we will. Have a good day, Sarek."

He stood up, donned his outer robe, and left for the city.


Amanda and Saana continued talking about the media on Earth and life on Vulcan.

"In the beginning, I found it hard because of the lack stimulating conversation," Amanda said. "You will find that Vulcans don't engage in small talk. They get straight to the point. Also, their lifestyle is very structured, and they pride themselves on self-control. But I have learned to find a happy medium."

Both women giggled.

"I got my first up close and personal experience with Vulcans at the embassy on Earth, so I think I'll get used to it."

"I was afraid to ask: When do you think Spock and Nyota became interested in each other?" Amanda asked.

"Nyota probably mentioned Spock every time she called me. But I have to admit, she downplayed their relationship a lot; she would blend mentions of him with those of other crewmen in our conversations."

"I'm just happy that my son was not alone again."

Saana looked at Amanda quizzically: "Again?"

Amanda thought about it for a moment and decided to hold back the information about Spock's disastrous almost-marriage to T'Pring:

"It's complicated; I'll tell you another time. Let's have tea in my office and I'll show you some vids of the city and where we can go."

Amanda and Saana sat in her office and watched vids of Vulcan landmarks, jotting down places of interest, while they waited for the healer to arrive.

Sometime later, Healer Shath arrived with his medical bag and gave both women the traditional greeting. Shath was older than Sarek and was the chief healer for the entire clan. He stood 6 foot 2 and had a full head of gray hair with a touch of black streaks, cut in the traditional male Vulcan style. He had wide shoulders and a slim waist. To the human eye, he appeared to be in his 60s, but Shath was 135 years old and in his prime.

Shath was impressed by the Terran female's response in Vulcansu.

"T'Amanda, it is an honor to see you again. I express wishes for health and contentment for you and your family. I am here to serve."

"Your service honors our clan, Shath," Amanda said. She turned to Saana: "Healer Shath is a cousin to Sarek and was instrumental in bringing Spock into this world as a healthy infant."

Saana poised herself to make sure she enunciated clearly: "Greetings, Healer Shath. I am pleased to meet you."

"Professor Sa-an-a Uh-ur-a, I seem to have difficulty with your name; my apologies!"

"No worries! I am still struggling with words in Vulcansu. We can learn together perhaps," Saana said, smiling.

Shath raised a brow and looked at Amanda.

"She meant that the two of you can help each other with each other's language."

"Shall we proceed with your exam and implantation of your transponder?" Shath asked.

Saana was sitting on a cushioned chair. Shath pulled out his medical scanner and tricorder and proceeded to take her vital signs. Professor Uhura would be his second human, for medical purposes. After years of attending Sarek's wife and reading human medical journals, Shath was still amazed by Terran physiology.

Saana watched the tall, handsome Vulcan doctor work. She took a deep breath and wished the examination were over.

"When the tri-ox compound was administered to you, Professor Uh-ura, were there any side effects?" Shath asked.

"Yes, I felt tired, and I slept before I was beamed down."

"Did have any other reaction to the injection, such as swelling at the injection site?"

Saana rubbed the area of her arm: "No, I was just tired."

"Based on the information provided, I have calibrated the transponder to monitor your breathing and heartbeat."

Shath turned to Amanda and asked: "How long is Professor Uh-ura's visit on Vulcan?"

Amanda responded: "I don't know at the moment. Professor Uhura is not just a visitor; she is considered part of the S'chn T'gai clan."

"I see. With your permission, I would advise the standard visitor 30-day daily dosage until further notice. Once the length of Professor Uh-ura's visit is confirmed, I should be notified to determine if additional doses need to be administered."

"That would be fine, Shath. We don't know how long," Amanda said. She turned to Saana and smiled: "Maybe you can work here on Vulcan!"

Saana chuckled: "I do have a teaching position at home, and I do miss it."

Amanda folded her arms in front of her chest: "I'm hoping you'll change your mind."

Shath implanted the transponder into her upper arm to help monitor her oxygen levels and heartbeat while on Vulcan, and to release daily doses of tri-ox compound. Shath packed up his medical bag and his Padd.

"Professor Uhura, according to the vital signs registered, you are in good health-for a Terran newly transplanted to Vulcan. If any issues or concerns arise, it is imperative that you contact me as your primary healer. The medication is activated and the dose has been adjusted to your physical needs. Do you have any other questions?"

Saana was stunned and mesmerized by how quickly Shath had gathered her information while continuing to converse in Vulcansu.

"I feel well. Thank you for your service."

"The honor is mine. Congratulations on your admittance to our clan." Shath bowed and left.

As Shath traveled, he thought about the fascinating Terran, mostly focusing on the color of her epidermis. When Shath had been told that Saana was coming to Vulcan, from a scientific perspective, he had been pleased to have the opportunity to observe such skin as hers in person. Although Vulcan skin had a range of shades, and some other species had exotic colors, Terran skin seemed to have a plethora of shades, and Saana's appeared to be particularly rich and pleasing to his Vulcan eye. He had seen vids showing Terrans with various skin tones, but to see her skin in person was a revelation. He had also observed the color and texture of her hair, as well as her exquisite bone structure. "What a fascinating creature. I need to seek knowledge of Terran culture and customs."

He had been equally captivated by her ability to speak Vulcansu, which was impressive and commendable, given the brief time she'd had to learn the alien language. Shath had often wondered what his cousin Sarek saw in his current aduna. She was not Vulcan, yet Sarek was content with their bond. There must something gratifying in the union between a Vulcan with disciplined control of his emotions and a highly emotional Terran female. Their union had stood the test of time.

When Sarek had first announced his marriage to T'Amanda, like many Vulcans, Shath had questioned Sarek's choice. Sarek had explained to Shath that he was living one of Surak's teachings by fully embracing the IDIC and accepting the differences between Vulcans and Terrans. Shath had tried to understand and had thrown his all into the effort to support T'Amanda's pregnancy and make Spock's birth possible. Now, when he looked into Saana's eyes, he saw shine that he found aesthetically pleasing. He placed his hand over his heart, feeling his slightly faster than normal heartbeat; somehow, Saana had stirred something in his thoughts and his body. Shath had been a bachelor for some time. His wife had passed on over 30 years previously. His only daughter was an aide to Ambassador Sern. Shath had only his role as chief healer of the clan and had left the planet only three times, for diplomatic purposes.

"I must analyze these thoughts and meditate to gain clarity," Shath thought, continuing on his journey.


Amanda and Saana took a tour of the capital, and Saana was amazed by the architecture. The buildings were built and designed to mimic the deep reddish-brown cliffs of the surrounding area. One thing she noticed right away was how quiet it was, despite being the largest city on Vulcan. For most of their tour, she heard only the soft shuffling of people's feet and the rustling of their robes. Amanda took her to the historical museums, and Saana was mesmerized by the Vulcan artwork and historical weapons. She pulled out her Padd and copied the recordings of historical events. She loved researching the past, and Vulcan anthropology had just touched her heart

Amanda took Saana to a tea shop for a break. The owner recognized Amanda and quickly set a table and served them.

"Saana, tea here on Vulcan is a mainstay; it serves as an approved social function allowing family and friends to meet, and also as a peace offering during disagreements-when they arise."

"Really? What kind of disputes?"

"Not the kind of disputes they have back on Earth; theirs are all-logical," Amanda said with a quiet chuckle. "I find the majority of Vulcans stubborn, including my son. There's no emotion of any kind during such discussions-just the facts and logic to support their arguments."

"Is your husband like that?"

"Most definitely-from the time I met him, and during our courtship and our entire marriage."

"So there's no compromising?"

"It depends on how it's handled. But I wouldn't trade Sarek for any amount of treasure. He's a real man-truly genuine."

"Wow! Amanda, I must ask: How do you handle women who are attracted to Sarek?"

"That's the thing here, Saana: Vulcans are extremely monogamous; infidelity is not in their thoughts or vocabulary."

"That is wonderful!"

"But not all aspects of Vulcan culture are so wonderful. At first, I was treated as a novelty. They didn't know how to handle 'the emotional female Terran'. I had to earn my place in the midst of prejudice."

"Here too? That is sad to hear," Saana said somberly.

"Vulcans are a very proud race of people, but after all this time, they have adjusted to me." Amanda made finger quotes: "Logic prevails."

Both women started to giggle, but Amanda quickly covered her mouth. Saana followed suit. Amanda reminded herself to control her emotions in public.

Saana continued talking as she sipped her tea: "Amanda, I have to say that Sarek is handsome for a Vulcan."

"Thank you-I know. He's the leader of his clan. Well, is his mother is really. She makes all the decisions for the entire clan, and her word is final. Saana, are you dating anyone?"

Saana was quiet and started fidgeting with her hands: "Yes and no. I met this man in my hometown of Grahamstown. He's a very nice man; he owns a barber shop-an old-fashioned one with blades and shavers. He has quite a following. We did have a couple of outings-friendly, of course." Saana took a deep breath: "Amanda, up until very recently I hadn't dated since I was teenager. I married the only man I dated back then."

Amanda didn't know what to think, but she saw the confusion on Saana's face.

"Oh! So you're not sure if you want to get serious with this man you're seeing?"

"Reuben is a handsome man; he's eligible and kind. We've gone out a couple of times. What do you think?"

"Saana, if you aren't aware, you're a beautiful woman. You are the only one who can decide if you're ready to have another serious relationship."

"I feel weird. I feel like I'm somehow cheating on my husband."

Amanda knew of Saana's husband's death: "Do you believe that is what your husband would have wanted?"

"No. I believe he would want me to live. His family-the Uhuras-thanked me. It was as if they gave me permission to live."

"And you should! Reuben sounds like really nice man-maybe something more-when you are ready."

"Thanks, Amanda, for being my friend. I don't have many girlfriends, just my job."

"I am honored that you shared this with me. I too have no girlfriend to share things with."

"I'm still dealing with other things as well; things are happening so fast." Saana start fanning herself, thinking about Chester.

"You must be tired; we'd better get going. I want to us to have end meal prepared when Sarek gets home."

They gathered themselves to leave, but Saana was reluctant to talk about Chester for some unknown reason. It was at that moment two blue-steel eyes came to her and her heart jumped.

Sarek came home after his long day at the Vulcan High Command and the Vulcan Science Academy, where he was often a guest lecturer. He was greeted by the sounds of female voices. "My home has changed from a Vulcan one to a Terran one in a matter of a day, he thought. More meditation is needed." He quietly went to his bedroom to freshen up before end meal. Sarek finished his grooming and mentally prepared for the assault on his auditory senses. When he reached the eating area, the two women were still conversing; "What do they converse about?" he wondered. Amanda picked up the thought through their marital bond, and she looked up:

"Sarek, you're home! Don't you respond to that!" Amanda said knowingly, as she observed his mouth about to respond, no doubt dismissing her surprise as illogical.

"I wish to ask Saana how she found the tour of ShiKahr," he said, turning to Saana.

Saana was excited to discuss her day trip: "Sarek, I had a wonderful time exploring and visiting the museums."

"I am pleased that you enjoyed your outing in our capital."

"I am delighted that you're home, Sarek. End meal is ready," Amanda said.

They sat ate end meal in silence. A servant came to clear the table, and they remained as tea was served. As they were drinking their tea, Sarek gave them the news about the Enterprise:

"I have a message from the Vulcan High Command. It appears that the Enterprise has been deployed on a rescue mission."

Amanda looked alarmed and disappointed: "Is it serious?"

"Do you know how long it will take?" Saana asked.

"Starfleet informed the Vulcan High Command only that the mission warranted the services of the Enterprise."

"Will it interfere with the reception?" Amanda asked, looking worried.

"Unknown, Aduna. Once more information has been provided, I will give you the details."

"Rats!" Amanda said, tossing her napkin onto the table. "I hope the mission isn't dangerous!"

"Spock has maintained his safety in Starfleet for twenty-two years since his departure from Vulcan, Amanda. It is illogical to think he is in any more jeopardy now."

Amanda folded her arms and gave Sarek her knowing look, saying sarcastically: "Logic strikes again!"

Saana covered her mouth to stifle a giggle: "I hope they are safe and will be able to come to Vulcan as soon as possible."

Then the comm unit beeped and announced that Healer Shath was waiting to be heard. Sarek answered it: "Computer, present Healer Shath." The monitor emerged from its recess in the wall, and Shath's image appeared. Sarek and Shath gave the standard greetings:

"Good evening, Ambassador Sarek."

"Greetings, Healer Shath. How can I be of service?"

"This is a follow-up on the implantation of Professor Uhura's transponder."

"Professor Uhura is present; you may address her directly," Sarek said, looking toward Saana.

The monitor and camera turned to Saana:

"Good evening, Healer Shath. I have no side effects from the implant; it seems to be working well."

"I am pleased that the medication has served you appropriately. I will take my leave and wish you a pleasant evening," Shath said, before fading from the monitor.

Saana smiled at the thought: "I didn't know that healers do home follow-ups. I like that!"

Sarek arched a brow: "Indeed, personal inquiry is rare but welcomed when needed, Saana."

"She was out all day at the museums and shopping," Amanda said, but her curiosity was piqued by Shath's call.

Saana felt uncomfortable and directed the inquiry back to their children: "Excuse me, Sarek and Amanda. Can we get back to Spock and Nyota? Do you think the rescue mission is serious?"

"Unknown. It was a courtesy to notify us of their delay. Usually information on the travels and missions of Federation starships is given only on a need-to-know basis."

"I was just starting to like Starfleet, and now Nyota is delayed. Starfleet strikes again!" Saana thought to herself. "I shouldn't feel this way. I thought I was making progress in my feelings about Starfleet.'"

After the tea and cleanup, they went to their respective bedrooms. Saana used her comm unit to contact Reuben and was greeted with the sight of a very happy man. Reuben was excited to see her, and the fact that she had reached out to him gave him hope:

"Saana! Are you okay? How long will you be gone? I miss you!"

Saana laughed at the rapid-fire questions: "Slow down, Reuben! I'm okay. It's my second day on the planet."

"Sorry I didn't get a chance to say good-bye; I even went to the Vulcan Embassy to see you off!"

Saana was shocked by the statement: "You were there?"

"Yes, I just missed you-I wanted to support you."

"Oh, Reuben! Thank you! I'm sorry that I missed you. Everything happened so quickly, I barely had time to pack."

"Well, you look well-and I miss you!"

Saana felt warm inside: "Thanks, Reuben."

"I saw the presentation on Forever Love Weddings where they read the statement you wrote about your daughter's marriage. It's great that many took to heart what you said about prejudice in our society."

"I had to do something! They were badgering me for information I didn't really have."

"I...wish I had been there to support you, Saana."

"You are now, and I am grateful for it!"

Reuben took a deep breath and prepared his next words: "Saana, I know we haven't been seeing each other long-I was wondering if you and I could become more than friends."

Saana was taken aback at his request and wanted to proceed carefully to avoid hurting him: "Reuben, we are just getting to know each other. To be honest, I have a lot on my plate with my daughter and everything-and I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but I'm still dealing with conflicting feelings in regard to my husband."

"Okay, I don't want to rush you. I think you are a phenomenal woman!"

"And I think you are a wonderful man."

They smiled at each other. Reuben had done his best and now could only hope that Saana would consider him as a potential partner.

"How do you like it on Vulcan?"

"It's much warmer, and the gravity makes you feel much heavier," Saana said, chuckling.

"Sounds like the Sahara."

"Almost; the planet is more red, and it has two suns. Plus everyone here has been very nice to me. Now I'm just waiting to see my daughter-I can hardly wait!"

"I'm happy for you, and I hope to have the pleasure one day of meeting your daughter, Saana."

Saana smiled at the thought: "I'd better get going. I had a long day, and the medication kind of drained me."

"When can we speak again?"

"I'll do my best, Reuben. Let's see how things go once the reception is over."

"Good night, Saana."

"Good night, Reuben."

Saana ended the transmission. She got ready for bed while replaying their conversation. "I hope I didn't lead him on; I would feel really bad about that," she sighed deeply and flopped on her bed. Her thoughts drifted toward Chester. What he had done for her-discovering that Kayode was a hero and giving her the disk where the survivors thanked and praised him. [2] All of that had started the process of healing the damage her feelings about Starfleet had done to her-and to her relationship with Nyota. The way Chester made her feel when she gazed into his steel-blue eyes was no small matter either. Not since Kayode had a man touched her so. "I have a lot to learn about dating; I feel like I don't know what I'm doing. I don't want to hurt anyone."

But at that moment, a tall, lean Vulcan with eagle eyes invaded her thoughts.

 

End Notes:

 

A/N:The Battle for Spock part 3 chapter 18 [1]

A/N: [2] The Battle for Spock, part 3, chapter 15.

 

Chapter 21-End of Week 3: Realization by Uhura the 9th
Author's Notes:

Beta Reader: Jsilver2000


Summary: Saana is now on Vulcan, and she and Amanda have quickly bonded, like long-lost friends. Healer Shath is showing interest in Saana as more than just a patient. We pick up back on the Enterprise after the successful mission to save the people of the former New Jersey Colony.

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End of Week 3: Realization

Nurse Brian Carroll and two nurses from the Potemkin approached Spock and Nyota:

"I'm sorry we weren't properly introduced. I'm Jean Silverton, nurse on the Potemkin."

She reached out and shook Nyota's hand rapidly. "That was some awesome flying!"

"That sure was! Thanks for rescuing us!" the second nurse said. "I'm Ashley Boyle, also a nurse on the Potemkin. I don't want to think about what would have happened if you hadn't been there."

"Don't forget your part in helping the patients; they are here safely because of you!" Nyota said.

Ashley stepped forward and hugged Nyota.

Nurse Carroll took one look at Spock and those arched eyebrows and didn't dare think about hugging the Vulcan's wife.

"Lieutenant Uhura, that was great flying! I wouldn't mind working with you again-but hopefully in better circumstances," Brian said, chuckling. "Thank you, Lieutenant!"

Nyota looked at Jean and Ashley, and fond memories flooded her thoughts: "Did you say the Potemkin?" Nyota asked.

"Yes, under Captain Morgan," Jean replied.

"He was my CO several years ago."

They chitchatted for a little while until they were reminded to check in. The three nurses left for Sickbay, followed by Nyota and Spock.

Christine had gone unnoticed. She had watched the whole exchange between Spock, Nyota, and the nurses. It was the same quiet trance she saw in Nyota during the rescue. "They-they look good together; Spock looked-looks happy too." A lump formed in her throat. They had nearly lost their lives when the Huron crashed and Nyota went unselfishly to save a man she didn't know. Then a hand touched her shoulder, and she turned to see her old friend.

"You okay?"

"Yes, Doctor; I'm just fine." She gave him a quizzical look: "Why did you assign me to Nyota's shuttle?"

McCoy was all innocence: "I coordinated a team that would suit the rescue mission. And it turned out the best team saved a whole shuttle of survivors."

"Are you sure you're not playing psychiatrist, Leonard?"

"What? And try to outdo Doctor Robinson? You give me too much credit, Christine! Now head to Sickbay and get checked out," McCoy ordered.

Christine gave him a knowing smirk before leaving to head to Sickbay.

Captain Kirk, who had watched the interaction between Christine and McCoy, approached the doctor with concern in his eyes.

"Did it work, Bones?"

"Huh? Did what work?"

Kirk gave him the eye: "Seriously? I'm your friend, and I know when you're up to something."

McCoy gave a sly chuckle: "I was hoping that if they worked together, they might find a way to get back to their former relationship. I think I may have hit the target there."

"How so?"

"People somethings rethink their lives when a crisis arises and they are forced to work together and depend on each other to survive. I don't know what happened down there, but I think it was positive."

"Like you and Spock? Well, Bones, I hope LaToya doesn't shoot you for doing her job!" Kirk said, smirking at his friend.


The survivors were accommodated throughout the ship. New friendships were formed between the colonists and the crew. Jason Vickman, the pilot of the shuttle Huron, recovered and thanked Nyota for saving his life.


When Kirk returned to the bridge, Chekov showed the Captain the recording of the planetoid exploding 15 minutes after they warped out of orbit. It was a spark in the vast space. Kirk took time to award commendations to the crew for their performance during the crisis; they had performed exceedingly well under difficult and, in some cases, life-threatening conditions.


Once Nyota had been checked for radiation exposure, Spock didn't waste any time taking his wife to their shower and engaging in her favorite activity. He showed his love by carefully washing her body, which he adored. Afterward, he picked up her nude body, and she rested her head on his shoulder. Nyota knew he had been worried, and knew as well that she needed to get used to his overprotectiveness. They snuggled together on their bed in the dim light and drifted off to sleep.


Christine sat alone in her quarters and reflected on the whole event: her former friend had saved them all. "How can you fight that?!" She grabbed her pillow and lay down in her dimly lit room and imagined Spock. She had watched him with Nyota in the shuttle bay and saw that he really cared for her. He hadn't said anything to her; he had just looked into her eyes and somehow expressed his feelings. It was strange: even on the planet at one point, Nyota had been in a sort of trance, as though they were talking to each other. But most importantly, Spock seemed happy. "Don't you want that for everyone, especially Spock?" she asked herself. Yes, she wanted Spock happy; she just wished that it could be she who made him happy. But he had chosen a once-close friend. She had loved two men who had touched her heart: one she had lost and one she now needed to let go of if she wanted to live. Tears started running down her face because she had finally accepted the reality: Spock belonged to someone else. She wanted him to be happy. She hoped that Nyota would meet all of his needs and that she would take care of Spock. Christine had to trust that Nyota loved Spock with all her heart as she does-well, once did. A deep sobbing cry came forward, uncontrollably, from the depth of her soul. Spock was lost to her: "Oh, Nyota, please take care of our Spock.'" Christine had taken the first step in the healing process.


Meanwhile, in Lt. Sulu's quarters, another relationship was developing:

Sulu and Charlene sat across from each other with their hands entwined. Both were struggling with unspoken words.

Finally, Charlene sighed deeply and said, "I'm glad you made it safely back, 'Karu."

"I wasn't scared-I was just worried about time. It was unknown how much time we had on the planetoid."

"Mr. Spock's estimates were fantastically accurate."

'Karu noticed they were engaging in small talk. He remembered what they had said to each other in the shuttle bay. He worked up his courage and brought up the subject of deepening their relationship:

"Do you remember what you said in the shuttle bay?"

Charlene released his hands and formed hers into tight fists. She lowered her eyes and softly said:

"Yes-I meant what I said."

"I meant what I said too."

She looked up into his almond-shaped eyes and smiled: "Cool, I can deal with that. I'm ready to take our relationship further."

"Me too. You're awesome, Char."

"Thanks! Just to let you know, I'm the jealous type, and I will kick your a$$ if I catch you two-timing me."

"O-kay... like some kind of psycho thing?"

"Not that. I just want you to know that I'm all in or all out," Charlene said, giving him a serious look.

Karu chuckled and said, "It's a deal. I'm all in with you, Char."

Sulu leaned toward Charlene and gave her a solid kiss that showed his commitment to their relationship, which they then consummated with a long love-making session.


Kirk was tired. He was still on duty and had had most of the beta shift relieved because it was on their watch that the distress call came through. The relief crew was still in place. He was still in his sleep pants and an on-duty shirt, and his face was unshaven. But he had to make sure the colonists were settled in, set up a debriefing for all department heads, and get the ship on course to make up the time they had lost during the rescue. A yeoman handed him another coffee and a tray of food as he waited for his alpha shift to return. Ensign Wu at the Communications station turned to the Captain:

"Captain Kirk, I have Captain Morgan on channel one."

"Put him on the main monitor, Ensign."

Captain Morgan appeared on the main viewer, also in a state of disarray:

"Jim, it's a pleasure."

"The same to you, Terrell."

Morgan started chuckling: "Jim, you look like I feel!"

"Then I take it as a good thing," Kirk said, chuckling with him.

"I want to personally thank you for saving part of my crew; I was very concerned when they crashed."

"Yes, I'm glad we got out of there with no losses!"

"Yes, the mission was a total success."

"Your pilot has recovered and is working his charms on my nurses."

Both men laughed with relief.

"Well, Jim, the space chatter is all about you: that you are en route to Vulcan for a reception and that you're escorting some high dignitary. I think they mentioned a prince?"

Kirk thought to himself: "Space chatter about us? Does everyone know?" "That's the plan; how did you find out?"

"It's like this: Per orders from Starfleet Command, it seems that after this rescue mission, I'm instructed to escort the Enterprise to Vulcan. Who do you have onboard, Jim?"

Kirk ran a hand through his hair, thinking that the Enterprise had taken a detour from its course to Vulcan, and now the brass want to make sure they make it on time.

"It's my science officer. He just got married recently, and they want them to get there for a reception. We were pulled from patrol to bring them back safely."

"Mr. Spock, the Vulcan right? Who did he marry?"

"My Communications officer, Uhura."

"Ensign Nyota Uhura? Did I hear you right?"

"She's a lieutenant now, plus she's the chief of that department."

Morgan sat back in awe of his former Communications officer: "Damn great officer; I miss that one!"[1]

"She's one of the best. I want to thank you for... giving her to me," Kirk said, internally snickering at the thought.

"It was hard to part with her; trust me when I say that."

Changing the subject, Morgan admonished Kirk good-naturedly: "So when we reach Starbase Twelve, don't go sneaking off, Jim, or I'll lose my job!"

"I'll be too tired to do anything crazy."

"I hear that. I'm waiting for my alpha shift and then debriefing too!"

The two captains shared a tired chuckle, and then Morgan said, "Give my congratulations to the couple, Jim, and please inform Uhura she is welcome to come back to the Potemkin any time."

"Not happening, not in our lifetime. You would have to go through her husband, and that is definitely not happening!"

Both men laughed at the other's banter.

"Take care, Jim. Godspeed!"

"You too, Terrell."

Kirk sat back and reflected on the impact that his two friends had had on Starfleet. Now Vulcan wants to make sure they get there with no delay. This operation had set them back at least 72 hours.


Nyota finally woke up feeling cool; the warm body that had kept her safe and comfortable was gone. She sat up to find Spock fully dressed, sitting at his desk working. He sensed her and looked up to greet her.

"Spock, why didn't you wake me?"

"Aduna, you required rest. I have to relieve the Captain; he has been on duty since the mission."

Spock moved over to the bed and looked at her. He caressed her cheek with his fingers, touching her gently. Nyota leaned into his hand with closed eyes, and their love and thoughts passed through their touch.

"I will see you at the debriefing meeting in three point five hours."

Spock leaned in so that their foreheads were touching, his feelings still transmitting through their bond. He got up and left for duty.

Nyota took a deep breath. She felt so blessed for having found Spock. Her life felt complete. All his emotions flowed through her, as well as his thoughts. The bond between them was so comforting to her."Love you, Spock,"she sent to him from her heart. She got up and got ready for the debriefing in the conference room.


Exactly 3.5 hours later, the debriefing room was full of department heads giving Captain Kirk and Commander Spock their reports on their people's performance during and after the New Jersey rescue operation. The Quartermaster displayed a schematic showing where the majority of the survivors had been quartered, as well as the adjustments that had been made for their accommodation. The shuttles and the shuttle bay were in the process of being restored to readiness by the auxiliary crew. Kirk rated each department and gave feedback. McCoy gave updates on critical patients and the treatments provided.

"I want each department head to commend each team member for their sacrifice and performance. The rescue mission was a success achieved without any losses, which speaks volumes. My last order before we reach Starbase Twelve is to treat each colonist as our distinguished guest. These people have lost everything. They are tired and worried. Every person is to extend all courtesies to the New Jersey colonists. Any questions?"

Kirk looked around at his seasoned crew and they all nodded in agreement.

"Dismissed."

After the meeting, Kirk turned over command to Spock so he could rest. The Enterprise crew treated the colonists as their honored guests and fulfilled every request. They observed their worried faces and despair. The colonists were truly grateful, and new friendships were formed.


The Enterprise reached Starbase 12 along with the other two starships; they were able to dock and unload the passengers with ease. Jason, Ashley, and Jean were able to have lunch with Brian, Christine, and Nyota during their stay on the Enterprise. They reviewed the incident and were amazed at how the event had turned out. They were able to transport back to the Potemkin during the docking procedures. The three starships remained at the starbase to resupply and grant a brief (12-hour) shore leave to their crews. The three captains were able to entertain themselves at a local bar and update each other on what had transpired on their ships and among their crews. The starship Hood continued on its mission, while Potemkin prepared to escort Enterprise.


Captain Morgan was able to see Nyota and Spock together when they shared dinner while en route to Vulcan:

Morgan looked at the pair with curiosity, wondering how these two very different people had meshed. In his experience, Vulcan people were generally very reserved-to a point that they almost seemed timid. But watching his former Communications officer-with her bright, shining smile-sip her drink, he could only conclude that she looked happy. It was such a contrast to his memory of how she had been when he met her on the Potemkin: she had looked like a broken woman after fleeing from that arse of man she had once been entangled with.

"Well, Mr. Spock and Nyota, congratulations on your wedding! I wish I had known; I would've planned a banquet or given you a wedding gift," Morgan said with sincerity.

"Our wedding wasn't on the A-list announcements, Captain Morgan. It was more discreet," Nyota told him with a chuckle.

Spock sat next to her with his famous stoic face, but he was sending his thoughts through their bond. He bowed his head in acknowledgment and said:

"Vulcan wedding practices are different from those of Terran or other cultures; that is why our wedding was not widely disclosed."

"I see. I didn't mean disrespect. I'm just happy that Nyota is happy," Morgan replied.

"Oh no! We didn't take it that way," Nyota said. "A lot of people don't know much about Vulcan culture; Spock was the first Vulcan to attend Starfleet Academy after all."

Morgan saw a different woman, Nyota had grown and was more experienced. He had heard about her heroics while flying the shuttle and saving his crew. He was proud of her. The evening continued, and they had a wonderful dinner and reunion.


"How are you doing?"

Christine took a deep breath. She was looking better and had a better demeanor. She actually smiled. LaToya saw it and lifted both her brows in wonder.

"I think... I think I'm doing better, LaToya. I had a life experience with Nyota during the rescue mission."

"What? How did that happen?"

"I was assigned by Doctor McCoy to work with her; how strange was that?"

"Yes, how strange? I think Len was doing my job without my knowledge." LaToya was shocked to hear about this turn of events, and made a mental note to make sure her next meeting with Dr. McCoy would be an interesting one. "I've got a bone to pick with that man," LaToya thought.

"Tell me what happened during the mission."

"It was an intense mission. We didn't know if the colonists-or even ourselves-were going to survive. When the shuttle from the Potemkin crashed, Uhura rushed out to save the crew. Then we were overweight, and she figured out how to compensate for it and saved us."

"That was a tense moment. How did you feel working with Nyota?"

"That's the thing. It was-like we meshed-we worked as a team. We saved a man who was injured. At that moment there was no hate, anger, or hurt. It felt like how we were years ago," Christine said with a tight sob in her voice.

"Really? That's quite interesting. So did you and Nyota connect somehow?"

"No... not really. But I thought about it later on. I don't feel hatred for Nyota for her relationship with Spock. I saw something else."

"Like what?"

Christine sighed deeply and dropped her shoulders: "I came to realize that Spock should be happy or in love. I saw that after the mission. I want Spock to be happy in his marriage. Even if it's with my one-time friend. I think I can live with that."

"Wow, Christine! You've said a lot, and it makes sense. If you can hold onto those thoughts, you can move forward in letting all of this go."

"We live in space, LaToya, and I had forgotten that we could die at any moment. I worked hard to be head nurse. I have to learn to see this as my next adventure or something. I'm still hurting, though. When I saw them in the shuttle bay, looking at each other, it really hurt to see him with someone else."

Tears started running down her face: "But I want him to be happy in his marriage. I just wish it could have been me. I have to learn to accept that it is not."

LaToya gave Christine a tissue and took note of how she had analyzed herself. It was a start. She would inform Dr. McCoy that Christine needed a break from the ship to clear her head. Christine needed downtime to process the fact that the man-well, two men-she loved is gone, and that that possible future was closed to her forever. That the man of her dreams had chosen another to marry is not easy for any woman to accept; and then to have to watch them together daily is worse.

"Christine? Do you like to swim?"

"Yes, I do."

"Why don't you go for a long swim? I find it relaxing, and I do my best critical and reflective thinking in water."

"It did work for me in the past, back when my life was not so complicated," Christine said with a small chuckle.

"So how do you feel about the situation now?"

"I still feel stressed, but I have a better grip on how I see Nyota and Spock. I remember you asked me about talking to Nyota; the prospects for that look a little better."

"That's good, Christine... it's a start."


A few hours later, Dr. McCoy sat in his office, awaiting his impending doom. He knew he would get an earful about interfering with LaToya's case. He had his arsenal ready:

His utter faith in Nyota and Christine to perform well under pressure and renew their respect for each other, his folksy demeanor, and, most importantly, Saurian brandy!

He knew it was one of her favorites; it was almost everyone's illegal favorite. It was best known for hitting the system like a rocket blasting off its pad. The door swished open and McCoy swiveled around to find LaToya leaning against the door frame. He saluted her and extended the glass of brandy in her direction. She looked at him skeptically, familiar with his repertoire.

"Len, what's the big deal?"

McCoy gave her his most innocent look: "Whatever do mean, LaToya?"

"Don't do that or I'll crown you! What did you think you were doing? And why did you do it?"

McCoy took a deep breath, still holding the glass of brandy toward her. "Join me for an nightcap?" he asked, trying to raise the temperature in the room.

She slowly took the glass and took a small sip. McCoy offered her a seat. She sat, but continued to glare at him, letting him know that he was not yet forgiven.

McCoy lifted his glass toward her for a toast with his best smile.

"Still waiting."

"It was spur-of-the moment idea. I knew I was taking a risk when I assigned them to the same shuttle. Something could have happened, and then neither Kirk nor Spock would ever have forgiven me."

"What made you think it would work?"

"I don't know, a psychological hunch? WHAT THE HELL DO I KNOW?!"

He looked at LaToya and wondered what Christine had told her: "Did Christine say anything about the mission?"

"Don't deflect; keep talking. I'm still waiting."

"I've worked with her since she was assigned. She is hard working, has high moral values, and is committed to her job. I watched her deteriorate when it became known she was attracted to Spock. Her obsession with him affected her relationships with her friends. There was nothing I could do, but I tried my darnedest to warn her off her affection for that Vulcan. She didn't hear me until now."

"I'm really pissed off with you, Len! You shouldn't have done that. You gave me Christine to counsel and then you interfered."

"I'm... I'm sorry about that, LaToya. I didn't mean to make your job harder. You helped me out before."

"That's just it, Len. You let me do my job. Now, friend to friend: Why did you do it?"

McCoy took a sip of his drink, reluctant to show his cards. "I did it for a friend."

"No! Kirk and Spock are your friends!"

"I did it to save her career then."

LaToya shook her head, knowing Len was giving a lame excuse, the worst one even. She suspected she knew why he did it and was debating calling him out on it.

"If that's your answer, Len, then I'm gonna have to call you out; even if you deny it, I will know. By the way good stuff, my favorite."

McCoy chuckled at her: "I was trying to buy you off and avoid any questions beyond our professional roles. It seems it's not working."

LaToya looked closely at her colleague and folded her arms across her chest: "Len, be honest with me. You're in love with the woman aren't you?"

McCoy stared back at her in shame. He had never confessed that to anyone, and he wasn't ready to do it now. "It's not what you think, LaToya. She's a good woman who fell in love with the another man."

"Yeah, but you aren't that man. Len, it's okay that you were only trying to help her. Do I need to put you on my schedule?" LaToya asked, arching a brow.

McCoy bowed his head: "No, I've always handled my own therapy," he said, holding up his drink.

"I bet she's clueless to your attraction."

"I refuse to play second fiddle to anyone, especially to my friends."

LaToya thought about the drama that taken place:

First Boma's attraction to Uhura almost led to his dismissal.

Uhura's attraction to Spock caused friction with Christine.

Christine's fantasy over Spock destroyed her friendship with Uhura.

And now she has discovered that McCoy has a secret attraction for Christine-who doesn't know that he exists and is pain over her crushed dream of a life with Spock.

LaToya slowly shook her head:

"Len, let's take care of Christine's heart first. I recommend an extended shore leave for her, to help with her healing process."

"We have to lay over on Earth due to the Vulcan reception for Spock and Uhura. We have to pick up some dignitaries and brass."

"Sounds like a plan. In the meantime, I will refrain from informing you of her progress. You are a sneak, Len, a real sneak!"

"I wanted to help her move on; I didn't mean any harm."

"I know that, but putting yourself into this scenario could complicate things. Trust me, it's complicated."

"I hope things get better between her and Uhura."

"I hope that you don't have resentment toward Spock?"

"Spock is my friend; plus I was best man at his wedding. I can keep a secret, LaToya."

LaToya stood, grabbed the rest of the brandy, and went to leave:

"Things are different now-just remember that! Thanks again for this!" she said, waving the bottle as she left.

McCoy sat in his office and thought about his feelings for a woman who was deeply in love with one of his best friends. "Could the relationship work? Can I get rid of the demons from my past? I miss my daughter."

 

End Notes:

 

A/N:

[1] Repercussions:

Captain Morgan is mentioned

 

Chapter 22-It Was Sudden by Uhura the 9th
Author's Notes:

Beta Reader: VeneaTaur

Summary: The Enterprise just completed a rescue mission, and the ship is heading back on course to Vulcan and more feelings were revealed. We now know that McCoy is attracted to Christine and made LaToya upset over the ship's romance drama. Now we are back on Vulcan, it's been 56 hours since the news of the delay of the Enterprise.

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Final Week: It was Sudden

Meanwhile at Starfleet Command:

Walters entered Admiral Nimetz's office with his Padd.

"Good afternoon, Sir, I have your itinerary ready for your review on Altairs VI." Walters gave Chester the Padd and he glanced at it.

"I had to change the schedule for the Enterprise's arrival on Earth. They had an emergency rescue mission and they will be delayed."

"Do you wish for me to change your living accommodations?"

"No, but add more days to the suite and register a shuttle as well."

Walters gave a quizzical look with his request. "Yes, Sir." Walters left to take care of business.

But Chester leaned back in his chair and wondered if Saana was thinking about him because he's been thinking about her.

"I can't shake that woman out of mind at work! That's bad," Chester thought. He can't help but be attracted to a woman like her; she's a smart and beautiful woman. A beep came across his console, indicating a coded message, he tapped in his code to review it. As he was reading the follow-up of the rescue mission, he noted not one soul was lost. Chester was relieved about that and continued reading the briefs from each captain. They each gave data of the exploding planetoid with a visual, which he played to observe the impact of it. Chester took personal notes for himself and then sent a private message to the captains of the: Hood, Potemkin, and Enterprise for their services. He sent a message to Admiral Upton to inform Captain Morgan to personally escort the Enterprise to Vulcan.

Chester leaned back in his chair and went back to dreaming of the one woman that's keeping him up at nights.


Meanwhile on Vulcan;

Saana was taking in the sites of Vulcan, one of their trips took them further away from the capital and Sarek requested his cousin Shath to escort them to their destinations. This particular trip led them to a smaller city in a different region. As they were strolling in one of the museums, Amanda was guiding Saana around while Shath trailed several feet behind them, with his arm folded behind him. He was content at the opportunity to observe Dr. Uhura at closer proximity, trying to understand Terran female dynamics. He was truly perplexed about them, especially their small 'chit-chat' that produced no meaning. But observing the women, their appearance is contentment of ambiance. With Padds in their hands, the two women slowly strolled through the museum of Art in quietness, which was still new to Saana. When she stood in front of an art form, the Padd gave information through their wireless earpiece. Saana became more fascinated with Vulcan and their way of living, especially their history and technology.

Amanda was more thrilled, it felt good to share simple or deep conversations without being 'logical'. It felt nice to have another female around to have as a friend as Saana had become. It reminded her young adolescent days with girlfriends doing girl things. Amanda smiled on the inside about the moments she had with Saana. "Who knows, she might stay longer than three months."

When the women had tea at one of the shops, they sat together and they continued to talk."It wasn't logical." Shath thought about how humans continue in verbalization for a length of time. He sat quietly and observed their custom of "chit-chat" his thought was interrupted:

"Shath, how long have you been a Healer?"

He turned to answer Saana with an arched brow. "I have been the S'chn' T' Gai Healer for 70.9 years."

Saana's mouth dropped open in shock. "You look so young?"

Shath folded both his forefingers together and tilted his head. "I am 135.4 years old according to our Vulcan rotation. I have reached maturity at 21.3 Vulcan rotation."

Amanda held back a giggle and cleared her throat: "Saana, Vulcans slowly age, and they are not ashamed of it either."

Saana kept staring at Shath, who didn't even have a wrinkle on his face, just streaks of grays in his hair. Vulcan men are handsome, at least the one sitting with them.'I wonder if he's married, the people don't wear rings, how do you know if people are married?"

"Oh my? That is awesome. I wish I had their aging secrets!" Saana commented, laughing.

But Shath kept his piercing eyes on Saana, and she stopped suddenly and quickly went back to sipping her tea. Then another wave of that strange uneasiness she felt again.

Amanda turned to her, "Saana, are you Okay?"

Saana said, nervously looking down at her tea, "Yes, I guess I'm a little tired."

"I know it takes time to get used to Vulcan heat and pressure." Amanda reached over and touched her hand. "Shath, could you get the hovercar?"

"Yes, Lady Amanda." He stood up to retrieve the vehicle.

Amanda looked closely at Saana. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yes, I guess it was a long day, and I did enjoy myself. Vulcan is a wonderful planet."

"Good, we should go and get rest, or Shath can check you out."

"I think I'll feel fine once I rest."

"Good because tomorrow we have tea with T'Pau, Sarek's mother."

Saana looked up with shock. "Oh, wow, one of the founders of the Federation? Now I'm really nervous."

"Oh no, she is meeting the mother of the bride, who has her grandson's heart. Which I am quite proud of."

On the way home, Saana felt different and another warmth flooded her thoughts. She slowly drifted her eyes toward Shath and saw him staring at her. Her face wanted to flush with embarrassment." Maybe am I reading my social cues wrong? I think he's flirting with me."


The next day, about mid-day, the three of them proceeded to T'Pau's estate, which was mid-size compared to Sarek and Amanda's. A female Vulcan, T'Lara, greeted them and escorted them to the library. T'Pau was standing at the library shelf pulling a book off, she heard the soft footsteps of her guests. T'Lara went to her and took the book out of her hand and led her to a chair to sit. T'Pau grabbed her staff cane and looked at her new guest, she carefully glanced at Saana and noticed the same glow that brown Terrans give. She, too, looked young for a Terran female by her skin, but she noticed the silver-gray streaks in her hair. Then she looked at Amanda and Shath, bowed her head, and they gave the greeting salute.

"Greeting Matriarch T'Pau," they both said.

Then, Saana gave her greeting as well, "Greetings to you and may you live long and prosper."

T'Pau turned and was astonished that Saana spoke with clarity, "Thee are called?"

"My name is Saana Uhura from the United States of Africa."

"I am Schn'T'Gai T'Pau. Come sit before me."

The three of them took a seat in a semicircle. T'Lara placed the book on the table next to T'Pau and left.

"It was stated that your Vulcansu was commendable, I find it so."

Saana couldn't say much if she wanted to, it was like sitting in front of your grandmother and didn't dare speak unless spoken to. Saana was sitting in the presence of royalty, but this woman had great power just by the way she spoke.

"Thank you, Lady T'Pau"

"Thanks is not necessary, it is the fact, child."

Saana was lost for words, T'Pau was indeed the body of empowerment. Just her voice alone carried authority.

"Mother of Nyota, have you observed our planet with hospitality?"

"Yes, Amanda and Shath have been gracious tour guides. I have learned a lot from the museums and schools."

T'Pau looked at Shath and tilted her head and said: "Shath, your service honors the house of Surak, is her health any concern?"

"The Mother of Nyota in human standards is in commendable health, the implant injection from what I have observed is performing accurately."

T'Pau noticed the resemblance between mother and daughter and was pleased. "Mother of Nyota, are thee bonded or as you say in your terms married?"

"I have been a widow, T'Pau, for some time since Nyota was about twelve years old. I raised her alone, but I did receive support from family from time to time. But I was her primary provider."

"Indeed, thee has done well in the development of thy child. Her accomplishments in Vulcansu are evident. You should be honored for such a task by thyself." T'Pau was pleased that one parent took on the challenge. Sarek was serving with his father before he passed and then with many years of raising Sybok alone.

"I made sure that Nyota was knowledgeable. She excelled in mathematical theories and xeno- linguistics. I made sure she attended an academy to expand her mind."

"Spock as well displayed mathematical capabilities as a youth and nature." T'Pau turned to Amanda and bowed to her in approval.

While Shath listened to Saana's marital status."The female is unattached, fascinating indeed."

T'Lara came in to announce the mid-meal was ready to serve. She directed the guests to the restroom to freshen up and sat and enjoyed their meal. Saana felt so tense during the whole meal, she was relieved that it ended and made it safely back to Sarek's compound.


Sevel informed T'Amanda of a message from the Federation Universal Translator and Amanda took a com-link in her office leaving Shath and Saana alone where he took the opportunity to... engage.

"Saana, did you enjoy your mid-meal?" He asked her while he was standing by the window. Saana sat down and picked up a journal to read.

"Yes I did. T'Pau is a fascinating woman. She has done a lot of work on Vulcan."

"I am glad you have enjoyed the visit and your stay on Vulcan." Shath stepped closer to her.

Looking up at him, Saana felt uncomfortable and quickly distracted his glare. "Shath, do you want some tea? I've learned how to make it."

"That will be acceptable, Saana."

She got up and went into the kitchen and Shath followed her. Saana started to prepare the Vulcan-style mixture with ease. Shath was impressed that she adapted to some basic customs.

"Shath, do you have children?"

"Yes, a daughter. Her name is T'Zora. She is currently in the Diplomatic Corps, stationed in San Francisco."

"Oh my goodness, I've met her, she's the young aide on Earth!"

"Yes, T'Zora has an aptitude for diplomacy as her cousin Sarek."

"And her mother?"

"Her mother T'Varen was also accomplished in the field Historical Art forms has since passed."

"Oh, my respects, Shath, I didn't mean to interfere."

"None is taken. Your inquiry about my deceased spouse is a natural request. Are you bonded, Saana?"

"No, I am not bonded or married according to my customs." Saana heard the water boil and set up two cups and prepared the tea.

"Have you considered re-bonding or marrying in the future?"

"I'm not sure I guess one day."

Shath had heard all he needed to know. He was prepared to engage with this Terran that he has found fascinating. He found Saana's attractiveness overwhelming and curious how his intended bond would react.

Saana had finished preparing the tea and picked up the cup to give to Shath. She extended her hand out, while Shath was looking hard into her eyes, and she fell into a trance. She was drawn to him, just when he was about to touch the cup, he used his forefinger intentionally to touch her skin to rate her response to him. He desired her, this female, he has chosen her.

A deep booming voice broke the spell: "Kroy-Kah!"

Saana almost dropped the tea on the floor, she stepped back in fear and turned to see Sarek and Amanda looking at them with shock. Amanda had her mouth covered, and Sarek had his piercing eyes on both her and Shath. Then Sarek looked at the tea in Saana's hand, then slowly looked at his cousin and saw his intention.

"Aduna, please take Professor Uhura to her room and explain."

"Yes, Sarek. Come Saana. I will explain everything." Amanda's shocked look of Saana rushed over, gently grabbed by her elbow and led her to her room.

Sarek led Shath to his private study and closed the door, and turned to his cousin and spoke sternly. "Explain your conduct?"

"I wanted to connect to the unattached female," Shath stated plainly.

"Their customs are contradictory to Vulcan, Terran bonding consists of more displays of emotions, are you aware of this?"

"I intend to learn about Terran customs."

"Terrans are complex people, especially females of the species."

"But yet you Sarek have been bonded to one for some time."

"Yes, with a great price, my meditation takes days versus hours. More emotions invite unbalance to one's self."

"This Terran female fascinates me, her intelligence and her appearance are aesthetically pleasing. I do not know why I am drawn to her, but I am."

"I assure you, she was unaware of your intent and will cause confusion and distrust to her."

"But yet you are content with your bonding to T'Amanda all these years. You, Sarek, have mastered the overflow of emotions. I must learn this to be compatible with Saana."

"I ask you, my old friend, to consider the cost. You have guided me since my youth and delivered my sons successfully. For that, I am honored. To bond with a female from Terra is a complicated and serious commitment. To move forward, you need her consent, she is new to Vulcan and our marriage custom is new to her as well. This situation will undoubtedly be overwhelming for Saana. If she decides to stay on Vulcan there are possibilities of options of marriage. Saana may decide to return home to continue her employment. She has a free will that succeeds well above other things."

"I wonder if she would consider being bonded on Vulcan and stay?"

"Shath, if she does decide she might consider living on Terra, her home planet. Her life is not committed to you."

"I am honored by your advice, Sarek. I must continue to observe her intention towards me to have clarity."

"No, Shath, you misunderstood. Terran courtship takes consumable time to..partake of your offer of bonding. She too will consider the options of marriage that do not use logic."

Shath gave Sarek a puzzled look after listening to his explanation and will have to wait if Saana will take his offer of bonding.

"I perceive that bonding to a Terran is considered a lengthy thought and plan of action."

"Correct, Amanda was an exception, her logic prevailed, and chose me as her bondmate."


In another area of the compound, a confused Saana listened to Amanda;

"What happened back there? Did I do something wrong?"

Amanda led Saana to her chaise lounge and they both sat.

"Saana, I know there is a lot to learn about Vulcan and all their customs. But, you almost got engaged by giving Shath the tea."

Sanaa's mouth dropped and her hand hit her forehead. "ARE YOU SERIOUS?"

Amanda shook her head yes. "Yes, if he touched you, he could project a simple link that would display his intentions toward you. And with Vulcans, it's always marriage, but he must ask your permission, did he say anything beforehand?"

"Yes, that he was a widower, his daughter in the Diplomatic Corps. But that's normal conversation!" Saana thought about his intense stare at her often, and he is a handsome man too. Now things started to make sense and covered her face for not seeing the signs.

"Yeah, but you're an eligible female that he decided he wanted to marry; you were serving him tea and if he touched you would have been the first step to find out if you are interested. Vulcan's ways of addressing marriage are so different from ours. Plus there is so much for you to learn since you've been here. I'm sorry I didn't mention this part and I didn't think it would be an issue."

"So, how is a Vulcan marriage?"

"Huh? Let's just say it's more intense and complicated than Terran marriages. One thing is that their marriages are arranged as children and they are married for life."

"In some cultures on Earth, there were arranged marriages. This is what I do for a living in historical research of cultures!"

"Not like Vulcanian! Trust me, it's so much more...Let's just say I need Sarek's permission to explain more."

"Will Nyota have to go through this process without letting me know?"

"Hum, no, well not exactly. She doesn't have to worry about the courtship!"

"Good, because my life is already complicated with men already, it's getting worse." Saana flipped her head back in disgust.

"What do you mean?"

"Back on Earth, I was sort of seeing someone. His name is Reuben, he owns and operates a barbershop in town. He asked me out for lunch every now and then so we will have dates. Amanda I haven't dated since my husband, Kayode. I told him we would take it slow and we are. Then Nyota and Spock's marriage was broadcasted and I have been swept away to San Francisco. Then.. then I met Chess and he works at Starfleet." Saana sat up and looked at Amanda discussing her man problems. "He has these grayish-blue eyes, tall, silver-haired that I find so attractive and his mannerism is so romantic. My heart did flip-flops and I can't describe my feelings. And now Shath, I just don't know what to think of this whole thing, Amanda I'm so confused about dating and courtship life. It's been years ... since..any...form...of intimacy."

"Oh I see," Amanda looked at Saana and took a deep breath;. "I have something to tell you, first of all. You are a sexy young woman. You may have been out of the dating game since your late husband. But Saana you and your daughter can slay a dragon with your looks. I'm surprised that you don't have a long list of men following you to Vulcan."

"Amanda!" A shyness fell over Saana, she never thought of herself as exotic looking.

"Saana, you are a babe magnet, this wedding reception will prove it." Amanda started to laugh.

"Oh OH, Amanda. Please, I don't think I'm ready for the dating field."

"Ready or not, once you appear at the wedding reception don't be surprised by multiple proposals. Shath will not like it when other available men approach you."

"Amanda! Please help me."

"First thing, knowing my husband, he is probably telling Shath that Terran females are confusing and crazy and complex. He will try to inform him that we are highly emotional females and it's not worth the attachment."

"Ouch, that hurts! Is that how Vulcan sees us?"

"Yes, in a way, but they have emotions too, they are curbed and suppressed. There are occasions that they let loose. But it is rare."

Amanda sat next to her and held her close. "Don't worry, I will guide you through this. You didn't know about their courtship. I have some books from their past, where they at one point were guided by emotions. It's really deep, it will be great research if you are interested."

"Sure, it would give me a better retrospect of their culture. Will Shath be in trouble for trying to touch me?"

"No, he will be reminded of his responsibilities and he will curb his interest in you."

"I have to confess, I do find him cute. I was just looking, not touching!"

Amanda laughed. "I remember when I worked in the corps. Sarek would give this look that would kill any male that approached me. I'll have you know, Vulcanian are a jealous lot once their emotions are hooked. Then they give their suave look like it doesn't bother them."

"Is Spock like that with Nyota?"

"I'm sure of it. Your daughter doesn't have a chance if some male starts to make moves on his property."

"Property? It sounds so possessive."

"It is and it's romantic to me, and I don't mind."

"I think I see, I am interested in learning about Vulcan customs. Where do I begin?"

"First, are you okay so far?"

"I think so?"

"Then I'll ask Sarek to release a very highly traditional marriage event, but it shouldn't be a problem because you are family."

 

Chapter 23-All the Way to Vulcan by Uhura the 9th
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Summary: Shath had made his move on Saana, and Sarek lectured him on Terran courtship. Saana revealed all her love interests and dealt with the emotions of men's attraction. Amanda promised to support and guide her through Vulcanian marriage tradition. Back to the Enterprise where Christine is dealing with her feelings and making progress in healing from Spock. Nyota met her old captain from the Potemkin. Now as the Enterprise nearing Vulcan, Spock has to deal with ongoing negative thoughts flowing from his wife.    

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All the Way to Vulcan

Eve Brody was browsing through her com-link in her quarters on her downtime when she came across the news feed from Earth and saw the report on Nyota and Spock. She listened and watched Kim Kelly gave her report on the marriage and the upcoming reception. Then the news feed switched to the wedding media and the vid-pic of Nyota's wedding. The comment about the wedding dress stuck out-they wanted to know who she was. Eve jumped up from her desk holding her chest.

"Oh my GOD! They love my dress, they love my dress!"

Eve did a victory dance in her room.

"I've got to share the joy" Eve grabbed her Padd and downloaded the news and sighed again; "They loved my dress!"

Then she hit the inter-room com. "Charlene! Charlene, are you there?"

"Yes, why are you shouting?"

"Can I come see you? I have some news to share!"

"Sure, come on down!"

"Think you can get Nyota to come too?",asked Eve.

Charlene laughed. "I'll try, but don't forget she's a married woman now!"

Eve closed the intercom and grabbed her downloaded Padd and headed out the door.

When Charlene opened the door to let Eve in, she grabbed her into a hug.

"I'm so excited, Char. Someone loves my dresses!"

"What?!"

"Yeah. Spock and Uhura's wedding vid is posted on Earth's media. It's crazy! On Earth, they are having a fit that they are married and some are down with it!"

"Wow, I don't believe it."

Eve led Charlene to her bed and sat, posted up the news flash from WEN and Kim Kelly reprised her announcement. Plus vids of Nyota's mother being bombarded at her job and the Vulcan Embassy.

"Wow, Nyota's mom looks just like her. She's beautiful!"

Char added, "Yeah, it seems those genes run in their family. She's like a second mom to me. When Nyota and I were in the last year at the academy. I stayed with her. It was like... it was nurturing."

"That's nice, huh?"

Charlene nodded her head.

Then they saw "Forever Love Wedding" news which broadcasted Saana Uhura's announcement. Charlene saw herself in the group vid. But then became mad when she saw Mrs. Uhura being harassed.

"Those a$$holes, why did they do that to my second mom!" Charlene hitting her fist in her palm.

Eve also added, "I know, that was awful! Why would they harass that poor lady?"

"Right! People are so ignorant about them!"

Then Charlene's chimer buzzed and she jumped up to answer.

"Hi, Char, what's up?"

Charlene pulled on Nyota's arm and dragged her to where Eve was sitting. Eve held up her Padd. Charlene with her hands on her hip and pointed to the news flash.

"Have you seen this? It's about your mom being bombarded by those news goons!"

"I haven't seen it, but my mother told me about how they harassed her!"

Charlene spat, "If I ever meet this Kim Kelly. she started it, I'll kick her a$$ for harassing my second mom!"

"Me too!" chimed Eve.

"Why thank you besties, but my mother wrote the article for "Everlasting Love" media and they helped to rebuff those horrible stories people are saying."

Char looked at Nyota. "You spoke to your mom?"

Nyota nodded her head. "She needed our permission to use the wedding vids to post in their media. Spock and I said okay."

Eve commented, "So that's how they found out about my, well your wedding dress. They want to meet me."

"How is your mom? Is she okay at the Vulcan Embassy," asked Charlene.

"Yes, she should be on Vulcan right now according to her last message."

"Wow, I'm glad she doesn't have to deal with THAT Earth's nonsense, the poor woman!"

Eve had an idea, if there is media coverage at the reception maybe she can showcase her work.

"Hey, Nyota, I do have some dresses for your selection, plus I can have something for your mom for the reception."

"WHAT! Really? I bet my mom would like that."

"When we get closer, either you can select or she can."

Charlene folded her arms. "Why, Eve, how clever, this way you showcase your work and get clients."

Eve winked at Char. "Yes, Nyota and her mom will be my living models and my other career will launch!"

Nyota looked at the two of them and burst out laughing; "Sounds like a plan, count me in. I'll be honored to model your latest fashion."

The women gathered at Eve's monitor and she revealed a large selection of clothes that she can make for the upcoming reception. Eve felt excited that she will finally receive recognition for her hard work.


Spock went into his closet and pulled down the boxes that he had stored. He carefully placed them on their bed and gently opened one and slowly lifted the garment. He inspected the material and the embroidery to his satisfaction. He specially ordered the family clan robe for his wife, a gift. He carefully folded back into position and covered it. The ensemble came with soft-covered shoes and hair accessories. Spock was proud that Nyota had become a part of his life, his inner man basking in the relationship. He heard the door swish open and her aroma played in the air 'my wife'.

"Spock, darling, are you here?"

Spock stepped out behind the bedroom alcove to reveal himself with his deep, rich voice. "Ashayam."

Nyota smiled at him;. "What are you up to?"

Spock extended his hand to her and she stepped into him and hugged his waist.

"I have information for you to explain."

Spock led his wife to her chaise where they sat together. "Ashayam, there will be some who will challenge our marriage. They will either speak with objections or acceptance, it is my responsibility to protect what is mine. I value you above all others Nyota."

Nyota gave a worried look. "What is it?"

"If you have noticed, our bonding has grown and expanded beyond my comprehension. So far it is not a threat to our health, just more awareness. Have you sensed this?"

"Yes, I thought due to the fact I have never been bonded before."

"There might be some will attempt to dissolve our marriage."

Nyota stood up in anger; "Over my dead body, not what I've been through. Who are these people who seek to break us up?"

"Unknown at this time, if my telepathy has increased they will seek out its source. Therefore, there are options that our stay on Vulcan will be limited. A healer will verify your health that our bonding does not hinder your life. Once that is clarified, then instantly, our matriarch T'Pau will quickly perform a marriage bond to authenticate our bond for the records. Then that will conclude any form of interference."

Nyota sat back down slowly. "Because you're half-human, and your telepathy range is above average. They wondered how that could be, but if you breed with another human female they fear that our offspring will be weakened."

"That is blunt but correct. T'Pau will not let that occur."

"Spock, what do you want me to do?"

"You have already done so thus far, you became my wife of my choice. I am honored."

Spock leaned in to touch foreheads, and his fingers caressing her cheek, his heart had grown. They stayed like that for a few minutes and then he stood up. "I have something to present to you."

He went to retrieve the boxes from the alcove and presented them to Nyota, she stood up and looked inside the large one first. She pulled out a long deep blue with silver threads woven, with a light blue tunic on the inside. It was perfectly creased on the folds, it was gorgeous.

"Oh Spock, it's beautiful, for me?"

"Yes, you are a member of the Schn'T'Gai Clan, a descendant of Surak the Father of our Logic."

Nyota quickly undressed to put on the robe/tunic, Spock presented the matching shoes and hair accessories. The outfit fit snug around the upper abdomen and loose at the waist where it flared out. The tunic was like a knee-length dress, but the robe covered her legs entirely. Nyota twirled around it with a big smile, her hand ran up and down the family name on the left side and she examined the embroidery that shimmered in the light.

"Oh, Spock! It's beautiful and nicely fit too."

Spock bowed his head in agreement. He was content that his wife was pleased with the gift.

"I will represent our family, Spock, with pride and I am honored, do you wish for me to wear it on the day of our arrival?"

"Yes, there is a probability a delegation will be there to receive us since we are the honored guests."

She extended her fingers toward him and he accepted, she felt Spock's emotions flood her thoughts of belonging and joy. Her Vulcan was actually happy.

Nyota started to undress her new family robe gently and Spock took it and placed it in their closet to hang as well as the shoes. She placed her new accessories in a specialty drawer and turned to look at Spock. Now she was just in her yellow lace bra and panties, a contrast against her cocoa brown curvy body. A sweet smile formed on her face as she watched Spock morph into his caveman's eyes. He knew that look and proceeded to lift his shirt off and toeing his boots at the same time. This time when he made love to her, his scent and mark will be made again. He's going home, his wife was a prize to any male regardless. Nyota had possessed him in this relationship. He took care of his feelings against Sam Boma, he could pine over her from afar, but he had not been in her presence again. "MINE" as he deeply kissed, caressing her body, Spock made sure his fire burst through their bond.

After their intense lovemaking, Spock propped himself against the headboard with Nyota cradled up against his bare chest. Their hands intertwined, his head buried in the crevice of her neck as he made his purring sound of satisfaction. In their heat of passion Spock marked on her shoulder blade, which drove her into sexual frenzy and him into a possessive state. The thought of someone to take Nyota from him put his mind in overdrive.

"The mark is a reminder that you are taken, even in challenges. A challenge to Vulcan males is estimated 97.9% chances of becoming combative. Such events have been curbed or nonexistent, only through the Kal-i-fee. Logic has prevailed as such, until my Kal-i-farr."

Nyota pressed deeper into his chest and tightened her grip on his hands; she knew Spock's Kal-i-farr was combative. The ancient drive of his culture ripped his logic away and almost killed his best friend. "Yes, your best friend."

"This...this mark is from the old ways, it lingers in our blood, it's automatic and can not be tamed. What is ours remains ours, to each other."

Spock opened their bond and ancient history flooded the bond so that Nyota could actually see Vulcan history through Spock's thoughts like a stream flowing. After a while of history, it faded and a glow formed around them.

"Ashayam, Earth has such a history that continues to be written. There is a book called the Bible of religious beliefs. There is a story of a woman who married a priest that led a group of people out of slavery. I think his name was Moses. He met someone outside their culture and they married, they became one. She adopted his belief and stated; "your people are my people." So, my husband, despite our differences, your people will be my people whether they accept me or not."

Spock always knew he had chosen well, Nyota Uhura was that missing piece in his life. Infinite Combinations started with his father marrying his mother and now it continued with him and Nyota. The future continued.


The Enterprise is 36 hours from Vulcan and in range for stronger communication between ships and the planet. The ship is excited for Mr. Spock and Lt. Uhura for their upcoming wedding reception. Many wish they could attend, they had heard from the Earth News Media that it's the biggest gala in the universe. But Spock and Nyota took it in stride, they continued with their duties and demeanor. Kirk tried to release them from duty, but both decided it was best to maintain the required duty shift and not focus on their so-called royal status. They both continue their Sus Maha and Spock noticed the seriousness of his wife's determination to accomplish each phase of art. He purposely avoided bruises to her body, it was time to address the issue.


The counseling sessions for Christine have improved and not let the mellow drama affect her progress in her recovery. LaToya took note of her growth. Christine took advantage of the smooth relaxing swimming that had a calming effect on her mind. It was beginning to heal her once-broken heart. Christine was regaining her confidence and personality, the good nurse. She took a chance and entered the morning breakfast group like she used to. But things were a lot different, she saw the whole bridge crew sitting at one long table. It looked like the captain was holding court, Kirk made eye contact with her and waved her over to join them. He made space next to him, and Chekov and Scotty moved over for her.

Kirk gave his best smile and greeted her; "Well, Good morning Nurse Chapel"

Everyone at the table acknowledged her including Spock and Nyota, Christine took her seat next to the captain and he turned and engaged in conversation with her. While everyone else continued to talk shop and laugh, Spock who was always mindful of time announced;

"Captain it is estimated that our duty will commence in 15.4 minutes."

Scotty chimed in; "Like we going on active duty to where? This slow milk run is making my engines sleep."

The crew laughed.

Sulu added; "We're going so slow that I have the helm on automatic, and I took up another way to add to my collection of swords."

"Oh No, not the swords again" the crew whined and then laughed.

Kirk took the opportunity to ask a private question amidst the bantering.

"Are you doing better Christine?"

"Yes, Sir much better."

"That's good to hear, everyone missed you, and I would like to see you continue with your outstanding performance."

Kirk gave his winning smile and to see that her demeanor is better and that she looked healthier too.

"Thank you, captain."

Christine gave him a return smile and started to listen to the crew's banter while she ate. She was able to look at everyone at the table and observe them including Nyota and Spock. It didn't hurt as much, but to see them was a part of reality.

Even McCoy was happy to see his head nurse join the bridge crew and slowly watched her partake in the bantering conversation. He even saw a smile across her face when someone told a joke, maybe he did the right thing.


A little while later, Spock and Nyota were heading down to sickbay as scheduled. McCoy wanted to do a check-up and insert the implant for Nyota for Vulcan. He remembered clearly the thin, hot atmosphere of Vulcan, and he wanted Nyota's body to adjust beforehand before she left.

Nurse Running Deer met both of them at the door;

"Good afternoon Commander and Lieutenant, Dr. McCoy will be with you in a moment."

"Hi Running Deer"

Spock was curious about the nurse's name, in his culture people were named for the occupation or activities. It was similar to the nurse. Nyota had explained that Native Americans named their children by certain characteristics, one name in particular she met a man named "Smiles a-lot" as a child he smiled a lot for no reason, or in fact, he was cared for. But mostly named after animals that were symbolic of strength or demeanor. I found it interesting that it aligns with ancient Vulcan culture as well.

"Ms. Uhura, I'm so excited for you, I've never been to Vulcan, and I've heard that their medical science department is top-notch!"

Spock answered, "Vulcan is known for their medical facilities that expand on knowledge for cures."

Running Deer said excitedly; "Oh how I would love to spend a day or a week at one of their facilities!"

"Depending on the schedule of the Enterprise, and with permission from the Vulcan Science Academy, a tour could be arranged for you nurse Running Deer."

"Mr. Spock, I would be honored and thank you!"

"Thanks is not necessary, it is your desire to expand your knowledge. Nurse, you may proceed with the examination."

"OH um-sorry!"

Uhura chuckled at Spock's so-called social conversation.

Running Deer with her Padd in hand asked for updates but one made Spock unease;

"Have you changed or continued birth control?"

Nyota noticed the hitch in Spock's breathing, and the shifting of his stance. He was uncomfortable about the discussion.

"I am on the same medication for birth control."

While she held up her two fingers for him.

"Be at peace, we have not completely discussed when we should start a family. We have options."

"Indeed, I will investigate the regulations within Starfleet and Vulcan."

Spock stood like a statue and his head held high during the questioning.

Running Deer went to the biobed and tilted down and asked Uhura to step onto it. Spock assisted her and gently tilted the bed back until the medical panel lid up and started registering her vitals. Running Deer quickly input information into her Padd, at that moment McCoy exited his office.

"Well, isn't it our famous couple?"

McCoy saw Spock on one side of the biobed with one hand behind his back and the other on the biobed near Nyota's shoulder.

"Dr. McCoy all of Lt. Uhura's vitals are normal, a slight increase in muscle mass."

McCoy took the Padd from Running Deer and double-checked her work.

"Well Nyota, have you been exercising extra lately?"

"Yes Doctor, Spock is teaching some new techniques."

"There are some bruises that are healing, they are a couple of weeks old. Spock, are you beating up our girl?"

"As you are aware, Doctor, any form of physical contact always leads to some form of irritation to the muscle tissue."

Nyota giggled, Nurse Running Deer is shocked, and McCoy gives Spock a sneered look and arched brow. Turning back to Nyota;

"Well, take it easy with those so-called 'new techniques' Spock! You don't want your new wife black and blue before she arrives."

Again Spock is alerted about the strenuous of their routine, why is Nyota so set on learning certain techniques?

"Doctor, by your advice we will curtail our training activities."

Nyota protested; "But Dr. McCoy I want to learn more about the Vulcan technique!"

Bones folded his arms and looked at her sternly; "Why?"

Even Spock wanted to know.

"It's just about knowledge ...and culture!"

"Well, for now, you need to stop and you're going to meet your new in-laws, and if I'm correct your mother is there on Vulcan already."

"Yes she is, I hope she is having a good time." Looking up at Spock.

Spock looked up with his arched brow and answered.

"Your mother would find that Vulcan is a planet of logical people, it is not a planet as you say for pleasure or entertainment."

McCoy mumbled; "You can say that again."

Spock gave him both lifted eyebrows.

Hushed giggles from the women. McCoy directed Running Deer for the hypospray.

"Doctor you were there, what was one highlight about Vulcan? Asked Nyota.

"Now why did you ask me that? I wasn't there long enough to take in the site. I was there for another reason and it wasn't a pleasant experience."

"McCoy is referring to my Kal-i-Farr."

"Oh, I see. Well, McCoy then you're due for another visit!"

McCoy gave Nyota a scowling look like the grim reaper was next to him.

"I really don't need another experience on Vulcan, I've seen enough. Nurse!"

Becoming irritated at the thought of T' Pau's wrath. Running Deer appeared next to him with the hypo on a tray, McCoy picked it up to examine the dosage.

"Nyota this implant has side effects, it will cause sleepiness for about 20-30 minutes. So I want you to rest on the other biobed." Looking up at Spock and he could tell Spock was worried about her. "You can stay if you like Spock."

"That is my intention, Doctor."

Running Deer tilted the biobed down to vertical level and McCoy ministered the implant in her upper arm. Spock and Running Deer escorted Nyota to the sickbay beds and gently laid her down.

"I'll be back in 25 minutes to check up on you, so take it easy and just rest." McCoy and Running Deer left and the couple was alone.

Nyota looked at her husband as he sat beside her on the bed and smiled at her man. She held up two fingers and he touched her and their bond glowed a bright orange of love. Then a few minutes later, the orange started to fade as Nyota fell into a deep sleep from the implant.

Spock laid her hand on her lap and watched his wife sleep and monitor their bond that quieted. He continued to stare at his wife of 4.3 months and felt pleased. He will be home soon to face some challenges; one is his father. Will their relationship continue to mend? He desires so, Spock missed those father/son events that they both once engaged in. Their trek in the forge for his training and the chess challenges. But mostly the cultural instructions that made him who is today. It started when he introduced Nyota to his parents, and the communication has since improved.

The 2nd concern is his grandmother T'Pau who he hasn't seen since his Kal-i-Farr. She agreed to the divorce from T'Pring. But will she agree to the bonding with Nyota? Another human female in the family mix. He had not sought her advice on his marriage or consent.

Then there are his psi powers that continue to increase as he ages. Now that Nyota shares those connections they have a different effect on them both. Who can he trust? Then there's the toll on his telepathy. He is less than 28 hours away from home. 'I must hold until the designated time.' Then he felt their bond beginning to glow again, she was becoming conscious. He touched her cheek, and her eyes fluttered open into his dark warm sharp eyes and formed a smile.

Just at that moment, McCoy returned to check up on her;

"I see that you are awake Mrs. Spock, how do you feel?"

"Good" as she yawned and stretched her arms; "The little nap did me good!"

"Well my job is done, Mrs. Spock I hope your visit to Vulcan was much better than mine."

"I will see you at our reception right McCoy?"

"Wouldn't miss it for anything, you two deserve this. I still can't believe Spock that you are the descendant of Surak. So many secrets!"

"No secret Doctor, just not mentioned."

Spock gently helped Nyota off the bed and waited until she was able to stand on her own. With his hand on her elbow escorted her out of Sickbay.

McCoy stared at them as they left and was amazed at how much Spock had changed.

"I know this marriage is so much better than the one I saw on Vulcan. Much quieter and less bloody fighting."

 

Chapter 24-From All of Vulcan, Welcome! by Uhura the 9th
Author's Notes:

Beta Reader: SilverMoonfire

Summary: Saana almost got married! It seems she is attracting men all over the quadrant. Her wait is almost over to see Spock and Nyota in person when they arrive on Vulcan. Eve's clothing designs from the wedding are recognized around the quadrant and Eve asked Nyota to be her living muse. Spock presented Nyota with the family clan robe and made his declaration of love and commitment.See the source imageSee the source imageSee the source image

 

From All of Vulcan, "Welcome!"

Spock and Nyota snuggled together for the last time on the Enterprise, things would be different now. It's a new challenge now that Spock is back home. There were speculations of what their reception on Vulcan would be. He was considered a wayward Vulcan without a home, including Earth. He was a novelty because of his mixed heritage and many wondered if he was truly Vulcan. Yet Spock and his father had brought prestige and respect to the planet of Vulcan. Spock wondered: would there be some form of reckoning or would there be fanfare when he arrived? He only remembers the rejection and pain of his youth and his kal'i'fee as an adult. That almost solidified his life of loneliness, until her. The woman lying next to him softly breathing, giving him life. A second life. Spock pulls her closer to his naked body and regulates himself for her comfort. Nyota softly moans into his heat. Soon they would perform their last duties before they left and walked together on Vulcan as man and wife before his clan and people.


The shift started like any others, breakfast with the crew followed by reporting for duty. Kirk, Spock, Sulu, Chekov, Masters, and Uhura filled the turbolift to the bridge. While Scotty headed toward engineering. The alpha shift relieved the delta and check-in and safety procedures started.

"Captain, all departments have reported in and all computer systems are nominal," Spock said from his station holding his duty roster.

"Thank you, Spock."

Sulu turned to the Captain. "Maintaining course to the planet Vulcan estimated arrival time in 1 hr and 30 minutes."

Kirk turned to Spock and smiled. "Almost home Mr. Spock."

"Indeed."

Kirk softly chuckled at his long-time friend. But butterflies were stirring in Nyota's stomach. She took her earpiece out and breathed deeply. She was going to Vulcan to meet her in-laws.

"Be at peace, my wife, all things happened at the appropriate time. You are a part of me as I am a part of you."

"Thank you, my adun."

Nyota went back to work, checking Starfleet for the latest messages. Logging in the latest codes if they need to be changed or adjusted. Spock glanced at his wife and knew that there was no concern on her part, it's him. Spock went back to work and waited for Vulcan to come into view in 1 hour and 25 minutes.

"Lt. Uhura, let the Potemkin be aware of our vicinity to Vulcan and pipe in Captain Morgan. I need a morning laugh."

The bridge crew laughed at the captain's banter.


One hour and twenty-five minutes later:

"Vulcan dead ahead in 3 minutes Captain!" reported Chekov.

"Lt. Uhura, let them know we're here."

"Yes, Sir. Hailing Vulcan Space Central."

Nyota's hands glided across her console. Spock closed his station and moved across the bridge, crossing in front of his wife, and faced the larger viewing screen. He relaxed his shoulders, clasped his hands behind his back, and waited. Spock saw his home planet become larger by the second, filling the viewing screen, two stars glowing brightly. The deep red planet stood out among the other gas planets in their orbits.

Uhura turned to the captain. "I have them, Sir." She switched the channel to an open speaker.

"USS Enterprise and USS Potemkin, permission granted to orbit Vulcan. Proceed."

Kirk turned in his chair to Spock with a smile. "Well, Prince Spock, we have finally arrived!"

Spock just arched one of his brows at him, while the bridge crew again softly chuckled at the statement.

Kirk continued, "I completed my mission; I've gotten Uhura and you safely here."

"I am not a prince," replied Spock to the previous statement.

As if on cue, the bridge crew turned to him and said in unison, "According to Starfleet you are!" and another round of laughing sounded out.

While both starships positioned themselves in orbit around Vulcan, Uhura received an open channel for visual communications.

"Captain Kirk, I have Commander Anauk from Vulcan Space Central."

A hard-line Vulcan in a black uniform appeared on the main viewer with his ta'al salute and Kirk stood up from his command chair, attempting to return the greeting without success and quickly put his hand down.

"Greetings, I'm Captain Kirk from the USS Enterprise.

"Captain, your ship is well received and from all of Vulcan, welcome. Is Commander Spock present?"

Spock stepped forward with his ta'al salute. "Dif-tor-heh smusma." [Live long and prosper]

Commander Anauk returned the salute with a slight tilt of his head. "Sochya eh dif [ Peace and long life] S'haile Spock, son of Sarek. Your presence honors all of Vulcan."

Spock at that very moment felt redemption and acceptance.

The entire bridge crew sat quietly and observed the transaction in front of them.

"S'haile Spock, has your bondmate accompanied you?"

"Yes." He turned his head to Uhura, at that moment she stood up and slowly stepped next to Spock and gave her two fingers to him.

Commander Anauk watched the Terran female come into view observing her skin tone first and then her eyes. He acknowledged the wife of S'haile Spock was indeed exotic and with a bow introduced himself.

"Welcome S'chn-T-gai Uhura Nyota, to Vulcan. I am Commander Anauk. May your stay on Vulcan be a pleasant one."

When Uhura spoke it surprised Anauk, even more, when she responded in Vulcan: [Nemaiyo na' ish-veh na'shaya] "Thank you for your salutations."

Commander Anauk continued to give information. "S'haile Spock, a small delegation will be present when you arrive. Your presence is essential to them."

"Indeed." With a raised brow, Spock surmised the warning.

[Etek nam-tor la' tor dvin-tor. ] "We are here to serve."

Commander Anauk glanced back at Spock. [Vu dvin dor etwel] "Your service honors sus."

Spock responded: [Etek dungi lasha rehkuh wadan na' wuh babivau shi] "We will arrive in three hours at the designated location."

Commander Anauk held up his hand to salute. "Dif-tor-heh smusma S'haile Spock" [Peace and long life Lord Spock]

"Sochya ed dif Commander Anauk." replied Spock.

Commander Anauk turned and addressed Captain Kirk, "Captain Kirk, her High Matriarch T'Pau of the S'chn T'gai clan has requested that you and the Healer McCoy be present for end-meal at 1800 hours."

"With forgiveness, Commander, I do have another rendezvous with Starfleet."

"All destinations have been averted by her request through Starfleet Command. They are aware of your situation and provided consent. Peace and long life, Captain."

Then the main viewer faded from view.

" Well, that's just great!"

Kirk was shaking his head in disbelief. Like he wanted to go back to Vulcan? "I thought I did my job by getting Spock here, and now this?"

Kirk turned to the couple and tossed his hands up. "Well, I have been requested to have dinner with your grandmother Spock! I wonder what I did to deserve this honor? Any ideas, Spock?"

Spock's brow shot up. "Unknown Captain, the last time I communicated with my father, he failed to mention the intentions of T'Pau."

Kirk gave a deep sigh, "Well, if I'm going to be killed, at least I won't be alone!"

"Captain, my grandmother would not kill without provocation."

Kirk's eyes widen and try to imagine that little ole lady in hand-to-hand combat. "She probably will kill me without lifting her cane."

"Spock and Uhura, as of this moment you have fulfilled your duties and been released. Please enjoy your stay and give my greetings to your parents, Spock, and your mother, Uhura."

Spock looked down at his wife and she gave a gentle smile before heading to take the turbolift to their quarters. Lt. Palmer took her station at communications when they left. As soon as she sat down, a message from the Potemkin piped in.

"Captain Kirk, Captain Morgan to speak to with you, Sir,"

"Put him on the viewer, Lieutenant."

Morgan's face appeared on the main viewer again, with a laughing face.

"Well Kirk, I did my job for Starfleet and love. I got you here with no detours."

"How long are you staying, Morgan?"

"Just an hour or two, we already received our orders for the next mission. I can't believe you have it so easy, Kirk. You amaze me."

"Really, Morgan, really. Shuttling dignitaries is easy?"

Morgan gave a hearty laugh, "I'm glad it's you instead of us. Give my regards to the lovebirds, Godspeed Kirk."

"You too and thanks for the escort."

"Not at all, my crew needed the break from tours, so you did us a favor. Farewell Enterprise."

Morgan faded from the main viewer.

Kirk sat in his command chair for a few minutes and entertained the idea that T'Pau requested him for dinner. Then a smile formed on his face, Bones would have to come too. "It is going to be fun to see his reaction."

Kirk addressed Sulu and Chekov, "Gentlemen, maintain orbit and keep me informed of any changes from Starfleet."

He got out of his chair, "If I'm needed, I'll be in sickbay with Dr. McCoy." He rode the turbolift with the same sneaky smile and thought of ways to make the news of dinner twisted for Bones. He exited the turbolift and headed to the main sickbay, meeting Bones in the entryway. McCoy looked up at Jim and smiled at him.

"Hi, Jim. I've heard we are circling Vulcan. Spock and Uhura must be really happy. It took almost 3 ½ weeks to get here!"

McCoy saw the mischievous face of his friend. "What? What's wrong? Something happen to Uhura?"

Kirk gave his signature smirk. "Oh! No, no nothing's wrong, those two are off getting ready to beam down to Vulcan."

"Okay then, that's good. How long are we staying?" Bones picked up a Padd and headed to his office for filing, with Jim following behind him and answering him whimsically.

"Oh, maybe for a day or two."

Bones turned to look at him. "What? I thought we were just dropping them off and heading for Starfleet Command?"

Smiling even harder. "We were until there was a change of plans," folding his arms in front of him.

Bones was becoming annoyed with the back and forth of statements and questions. "What is the change of plans, Jim?"

"Finally I've got'em where I wanted him," Kirk thought. "Well, it seems you and I have been invited dinner... with none other than T'Pau!"

Bones' face dropped, with his Padd hitting the floor. He gave Jim a 'you're kidding' look, and then stumbled to the nearest biobed and sat down, swiveling his legs onto the bed and laying down. McCoy closed his eyes and repeated in his mind what Kirk had just said: "She wants a dinner-she wants a dinner." He took a deep breath. "Just tell my daughter that I loved her very much."

Kirk stood next to him by the bed and looked down at him and laughed. "I don't think it will be that bad."

"I have a headache. -DAMN YOU, JIM WILL YOU STOP LAUGHING!"

"Uhm, Bones are you alright?" Jim said as he continued laughing.

Bones opened his eyes and glared at his long-time friend.

"T'Pau is going to eliminate me for what happened several years ago, what with how I tricked her and you're LAUGHING, LITERALLY LAUGHING AT ME!"

Kirk said jovially, "Bones, I don't think she's going to hang that over our heads. She could have asked for our heads from Starfleet."

He closed his eyes again and covered them with his arm, "How do you know? She would have planned it with Spock coming back home."

The sickbay doors whooshed opened and Christine entered the sickbay recovery area where Kirk and McCoy were. She stopped at the entrance to see McCoy laying on the biobed and the Captain standing next to him. She became concerned for McCoy.

"Dr. McCoy, are you alright?"

Kirk turned to see Christine giving McCoy a concerned look and smiled. "Oh, hi Nurse. McCoy is fine, he is just recovering from the interesting news."

She took a deep breath and said, "It must have been some news."

Kirk chuckled again and looked at McCoy as he made another sound of disgust. Then Kirk gave his attention back to Nurse Chapel and decided to talk to her in private.

"Nurse, mind if we talk in McCoy's office for a few minutes?"

Christine gave a concerned look at her commander. "Yes, Sir."

They both left McCoy in his misery, entered his office and closed the door. Kirk looked at the woman who had been through a lot in these last several months.

"How are you doing?"

She looked at Kirk. "I'm surviving, Sir, I want to get back to work."

"We're all looking forward to having you back in sickbay, but I want to know, how are you doing in regards to your feelings about Mr. Spock?"

Kirk got to the point and she felt embarrassed that he knew of her situation. She stood up straight and answered him.

"I'm in the process of recovering, Sir. Dr. Robinson said I am making progress and the swimming therapy helps me relax and reflect."

Kirk respected her honesty and gently touched her arm, knowing it took bravery to acknowledge her struggles.

"That is good to hear. It was recommended that you need a leave of absence and it is granted once we reach Earth. I want you to take your time and reflect on your feelings. Dr. McCoy keeps telling me that you're his best Head Nurse and he doesn't want to lose you. So your recovery is needed, Chapel."

Christine's head tilted to the floor, her captain was concerned about her welfare and recovery. "Thank you, Captain. I will try, Sir."

Kirk gave her a sincere smile. "Carry on, nurse."

Christine left sickbay, forgetting why she was there, but knowing that she needed time. Time to adjust to the changes, to mourn a loss, that is what she needed to deal with the situation. Plus she still had to address Nyota about Spock too. She took a slow walk back to her quarters and got ready for another long swim.

Meanwhile, back in sickbay, Kirk went back to the recovery room to find McCoy in a state and formed another smile. He decided to stop teasing, but it was fun to watch Bones squirm.

"Come on, Bones, let's have a drink. It's on me." Kirk paused and started to see Bones move at the thought and then added with a smile, "Before we die."

McCoy removed his arm from his eyes and snapped them open into a deep glare at Jim.

"Shut up!"

Kirk broke out in another round of laughing.

"Come on, Bones, we'll face her together."

McCoy sat up and swiveled his legs. "I wish you were kidding about T'Pau seeing us."

Kirk shook his head no. McCoy stood up and stretched his arms. "Okay, I'm ready. At least I'll be toasted when they execute me."

Both men left sickbay together for Kirk's quarters.


Meanwhile, a couple prepared for departure.

Nyota came out of the shower, drying off her body, while Spock finished packing their duffle bags. He was already dressed in the family clan robes and tunic, patiently waiting for his wife. As Nyota dressed in her Vulcan robe, she voiced a concern about what Commander Anauk had said.

"Ashayam, what did the commander mean when he mentioned a small delegation?"

He turned to her and stepped forward to assist her with her tunic, making sure the creases in the folds were placed correctly.

"He was warning us that someone, or some group, will be at the landing site with Sarek."

"Is there a cause for concern?" As Spock held the pressed robe to let her arms slide in.

"I informed you a few days before of their intentions. I have become an enigma to much of Vulcan."

Spock went to his dresser drawer and pulled out his wedding band,placing it on his ring finger.

"Wow, they couldn't wait until we see our family before they attack you?"

"They are making their presence known. That they are interested in my well-being."

Nyota laughed sarcastically. "Yeah, right."

Spock led her to the chaise and they both sat.

"It is important that your emotions are curbed. They will attempt to expose your inadequacies and compatibility to me, which will meet with grave disappointment to them."

"I can't help how I feel about you, Spock. You are my husband and bondmate. I get defensive and possessive."

"That, my wife, you must control. Do you need assistance?"

"How?"

"I can give you a mind meld to secure your thoughts."

Nyota sat there for a moment, she didn't want to jeopardize their marriage if she said something offensive or misunderstood. It was better to be like-minded.

"Okay, let's do it."

Spock looked into her eyes and his hand brushed up against her cheek. "Nyota, unknowingly, you have developed the ability to do this yourself."

"I have?"

"I sense it in our bond. You have grown, unaware as it seems."

"Will you teach me?"

"In time. You must continue to practice filtering out things as part of your meditation."

"My mind still wanders when I try to meditate."

"I shall assist you. We can substitute one of our training exercises."

At first, Nyota didn't want to do that. She needed the skill in case... she stopped the thought before Spock could pick it up.

"I don't want to do that, but for my mind's sake, okay."

Spock touched Nyota's psi points and they both closed their eyes to center their thoughts as he chanted:

"Your mind to my mind, your thoughts to my thoughts. Your mind will be logic, you will speak logic, logic is the root to all knowledge and understanding."

Nyota felt her husband enter her consciousness and start wrapping up her wandering thoughts, the teachings of Surak gradually faded into her thoughts.


At the same time on the lower decks, Eve was able to make contact with "Forever Love Agency". Everett received her comm-link.

"Everett Taylor speaking, how can I help you?"

There was a pause from Eve's end.

"Hello?"

"Hi, my name is Evelyn Brody from the USS Enterprise."

"I don't know you or we don't know Evelyn Brody. Who are you?"

"I designed Nyota Uhura's wedding dress."

Now Everett paused, then he started breathing heavily.

"YOU.. you... you did that dress!?" Everett started fanning himself.

"Yes, I did. It's an original."

"I... I'm in love with you girl, that dress was fabulous, I mean fab-ul-ous! With a snap and twist!"

"Okay, uhm thank you?"

"We want you, we need you to showcase more of your fashion. Hold on, I need to get Michelle!"

Everett paged Michelle, telling her that the designer was on a comm-link. Michelle came running into the office where Everett was.

Eve continued, "I saw your message, that you wanted to contact me. Right now I'm in deep space on a mission."

"You work on a starship? You're in Starfleet?"

"Well, yes. I'm the historian/wardrobe department technician. I design and fabricate costumes for away missions for the crew to blend in."

"Did you design the Maid of Honor dress, too?" Michelle asked

"Yes."

"Have you done anything else? I mean, how did you get out in space with all that talent?" asked Everett.

"The thing is that competition for designing is fierce and I didn't have credits or sponsors to do it on my own. So I joined Starfleet with my degree."

Everett looked at Michelle about that statement. "That makes sense."

Michelle then asked, "Are you going to the wedding reception?"

"Well, the ship is scheduled for the reception. I don't know about the crew? But I will be on Earth soon. Our ship is scheduled to arrive there."

"You're coming here?"

"Yes."

"Can you bring some samples of your designs? We want to offer you a contract to work for us."

"Really? Uhm, exclusive?"

"Your name, your credits," Michelle added.

"Let me think about it, I can give you some designs to work with. I am currently working on Nyota's and her mom's designs."

"What!? Are they going to wear them on Vulcan?"

"As far as I know, yes!"

"I've asked Nyota if they could be my living muses, modeling my line of clothes, while they are staying on Vulcan. I can ask them if I can share a live vid the event."

Michelle and Everett saw stars, credits and exclusive rights to the wedding reception. They started to breathe heavily, holding each other's arms.

"Please, contact us soon as you get to Earth."

"I'll try."

"Thank you so much, Evelyn. We give exclusive rights to your own designs, wedding, and after wedding outfits, if you come work for us." stated Michelle

"Girl, I just love you! Just name your price!" swooned Everett.

"Oh...kay. I'll get back to you or see you when I arrive."

Michelle laughed at the banter between Everett and Evelyn. "That will be fine, don't mind Everett, he's just excited. He really likes your wedding dress."

"Ok, see you guys later."

Everett and Michelle said at the same time, "Bye Evelyn."

The comm-link closed and both of them stared at each other and started screaming and dancing again. Now they might have a live event of the wedding reception from the designer.


Meanwhile, Spock and Nyota were walking to the transporter room. Spock was carrying one large duffle bag with two harp cases, while two male yeomen were carrying two others. He held them with ease, while the yeomen struggled with theirs. Nyota walked with a stoic face, pacing him stride for stride, their robes flowing as though they were gliding. You could hear the yeomen in their standard boots clapping on the floor, but Spock and Nyota had soft leather boots that were silent. They entered the room, Spock placed his bag on a transporter pad and the two yeomen placed theirs on another transporter pad. Spock stepped down to escort his wife with his two fingers, which she touched as she went onto the pad. Spock turned to the two yeomen.

"Thank you for your service, Yeoman Rues and Turner."

"No problem, Mr. Spock, have a safe journey, sir," said Turner.

Spock bowed his head and went to step on the transporter pad next to his wife. Lt. Kyle looked at his commander and waited for his signal. With a slight bow of his head, Lt. Kyle beamed them down with the coordinates that were provided from Vulcan Space Central.

A moment later, the Vulcan couple materialized at the Vulcan Central check-in point. The traditional salute was given by Commander Anauk who came from behind the console.

"Welcome to Vulcan, Commander Spock and bondmate Uhura."

Spock and Nyota bowed their heads in respect and returned the ta'al. Uhura felt the gravity change right away. Spock quickly stepped over and held her up by her elbow to keep her balanced.

"S'haile! Does your bondmate need the assistance of a healer?"

"No, her body is adjusting to the change of our gravitational atmosphere."

"Then we are honored with your presence and may it be a pleasant one." stated Commander Anauk.

Commander Anauk escorted them to the receiving area where Spock saw his father with three other Vulcans. He surmised one was from the Science Academy by his apparel and the other two were commissioners.

Nyota took note of the unknown guests and said quietly, "How nice, a welcoming committee."

Spock wanted to smirk, but just one brow lifted as they walked towards the group, opening the family bond to his father.

"Yes, they are here to observe you," flashed in the couple's bond. "Understood."

Nyota observed the three older Vulcans staring at her as she walked in the family clan's robe. She kept her pace behind Spock as he had instructed, Nyota was not offended. In some former Earth cultures, women walked behind their husbands, even other interplanetary species did as well. She was proud of her husband. They finally stopped at the group and Spock raised his hand to greet them.

"Live long and prosper." Spock addressed his father first.

" Peace and long life, Spock." Sarek said, holding up his ta'al hand. He turned slightly and introduced the other Vulcans. "You have guests who wanted to meet you on your arrival."

The first Vulcan stepped forward.

"Live long and prosper, Commander Spock. I am Healer Tekav from the Vulcan Science Division." He held up his ta'al in greeting. "I am here to inquire about your mental capacity and health."

Spock's brow dipped in reflection of the anger within. He and his family were already being insulted by the Science Division. Pouncing on him about his telepathic abilities, before having even left Vulcan Central. Ignoring his wife was the an egregious offense, then this. Spock wanted to strike out at the Healer. But one of the commissioners, a female, stepped forth to save the scene.

"Healer Tekav, we should continue with introductions which are proper to our ways. Commander Spock and his bondmate are here on Vulcan for their wedding reception. Live long and prosper, Commander Spock, son of Sarek. I am T'Dess from Vulcan High Command, I trust your journey was not tiresome." As she held up her ta'al hand as a sign of respect.

Spock diverted his deep stare from Healer Tekav to T'Dess and reset himself. "Our journey was adequate."

The next commissioner was a male Vulcan.

"Greetings Commander Spock. I am Commissioner Sudoc. We have been waiting for your arrival." He, too, gave the traditional salute.

Spock turned with his two fingers ready and Nyota stepped forth and touched his fingers with hers. "She who is my wife, S'chn T'gai Uhura Nyota."

Nyota stepped forth and stood next to Spock. She had heard and understood everything they said and she felt Spock's disgust with the Healer that pounced on him. With that in mind, she spoke in High Vulcan which is difficult to use.

"Greetings members of Vulcan and my father of Spock." [Na'shaya kisau t' vuhlkansu heh t'nash-veh sa-mekh t' Spock]

What the three Vulcans heard, and thought, made their brows rise and their eyes blink in shock. First, they were observing her skin tone, totally different from them and other species. That was the only thing about humans that interested them were the different skin tones. But their DNA they considered inferior. They were speechless and had trouble translating what she had said.

Before any other could speak, Sarek interjected to avoid more questioning. He held up his hand:

"This is not the place or time to inquire about linguistic or medical concerns. It is T'Pau who insists on their presence at this moment."

T'Dess spoke first, "My apology, S'haile Sarek and Spock. I also extend my apologies to Lady Uhura." bowing her head. "I am impressed, Lady Uhura, with your introductions. Your Vulcansu is precise."

The other two men also bowed their heads, but they felt disrespected and almost insulted that the human female was well versed in their language. Plus, knowing that T'Pau's request superseded their interests had stumped them.

Sarek led his son and Nyota out of the receiving area to a nearby hover car. Now that the urgency is clear, Sarek must hurry to get them to T'Pau before more could attempt to interfere.

 

Chapter 25-The Telepathy Syndrome by Uhura the 9th
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Beta Reader: SilverMoonfire

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The Telepathy Syndrome


"My apologies my son, my daughter, for the insolence of Healer Tekav and the commissioners. Their arrival at the transport, while predictable, was unannounced."

Spock turned to his father. "They would have found other ways to contact me, father."

"If they decide to interfere they need permission from T'Pau to visit our compound. Again, my daughter, I offer my apologies for their rudeness."

"No apology is needed, Spock had informed me this was to be expected."

"Your High Vulcansu was perfect my daughter, it altered their perception of you. Well done.

Nyota looked at her new father and bowed. She was touched by the way he had addressed her, as part of the family, from the start.

"It was necessary, father Sarek. How is my mother, did she receive such treatment?"

Sarek responded to her question. "No, a situation like what you observed has been null to her. She has been to museums, libraries, and parks. Professor Saana has received and is respected by the people of Vulcan."

Nyota took a deep breath and whispered. "Oh, thank you." She felt relieved that the Vulcan people hadn't disrespected her mother, who didn't do anything to receive such treatment.

"Amanda has entertained your mother, T' Vulcan Science Division will inquire further about Spock, now that he is present."

As they were talking, Nyota took note of her surroundings. She noticed the architecture of buildings that looked like works of art in the red haze of the day. There weren't too many people this time of the morning. Nyota noticed the quietness. During the drive, Spock held her two fingers and their bond flowed with support.

Sarek observed them, his son had indeed found a worthy bondmate,his own t'hy'la. He too will enjoy the warm feelings that human females illuminate within the bond. It was his private paradise that he could only express to Amanda. She expressed his feelings in a way that he could not. But mostly, he enjoyed his wife's intimacy.

About 10 minutes later they arrived at a large compound, and Nyota's eyes widened at the location. T'Lara stood at the entrance awaiting them, they exited the car and she addressed them.

"Dif-tor heh smusma" [Live long and prosper]. S'haile Sarek, S'haile Spock, you are ten point eight minutes late. T'Pau awaits you in the garden with the Healer Shath."

"We were hindered by an unexpected guest from Vulcan High Command and Science."

"I ask forgiveness S'haile Sarek, I was only stating the facts from my mistress." T'Lara raised her hand in greeting to Nyota.

"Dif-tor-heh smusma to Lady Uhura. Welcome to Vulcan and the house of T'Pau. I am T'Lara, aide to Mistress T'Pau."

"Dif-tor-heh-smusma, and I am honored to be here."

"Please follow me to the garden."

T'Lara escorted them through the house, the scenery and décor was rich with history. As they entered an inner courtyard they saw T'Pau, sitting on a chair that almost looked like a throne on a platform. Shath stood beside T'Pau watched as they approached and observed the female in the family clan robe. She chose well to wear the robe on this day, Nyota walked dignified and resembled her mother Saana with their rich deep skin tones. When the three of them reached T'Pau, they held up their hands and gave the ta'al in greeting, bowing their heads in respect.

"Forgive us for our delay ko'mekh, we were detained by Vulcan High Command Commissioners."

T'Pau gave a stern look that they would be so forward as to intercept Spock the moment he arrived. Disrespecting the fact his visit was a family matter, not a political one.

"I see, I need to present myself to Vulcan High Command and remind them of their protocols."

She glanced at her grandson, "Spock."

Spock stepped forward with his ta'al presented to his grandmother and knelt. She gently touched the right side of his head to form a mind-link to greet him.

"Spock you have done well, you have mastered your feelings from childhood."

"Thank you grandmother. I have learned and am able to maintain myself through the teachings of Surak."

T'Pau looked up and stared at Nyota; "Come"

Nyota approached T'Pau without fear, she held up her hand Spock had, and knelt beside him.

"I see that Spock has instructed you well, Ny-o-ta, daughter of Saana Uhura. Sarek has indicated that you are versed in High Vulcan."

"Yes Lady T'Pau, as part of my training in linguistics," Nyota said in High Vulcan.

T'Pau's brow rose. "Indeed."

"The commissioners are aware of her linguistic abilities. They were...astonished," said Sarek.

"She is capable of reading and writing in Vulcansu, including translating the old scripts," added Spock.

"Non-Vulcans struggle in vain to accomplish such a task. Yet this human female is capable. How is this so?" asked T'Pau.

Nyota responded; "I learned several languages as a child, I see them as mathematical symbols or formulas."

"Indeed." T'Pau turned to Spock; "Thee has done well. We shall proceed. Shath will inspect your bond, he is our family's healer. Sarek has indicated that it has expanded unexpectedly."

"Yes T'Pau. The bond between my mate and I has developed differently when compared to that of T'Pring and I as children."

Shath stepped forward and was amazed by the resemblance to Saana. "I will inspect your mental capacity, there are times the bond will apply pressure to the lower cerebellum and brain stem. S'haile Spock, do I have your permission to mind-meld with your bondmate?"

"Proceed." Spock released the previous meld he had with Nyota.

Shath touched her psi points and entered. He found a well-ordered thought process and no medical issues to draw concern. Lifting his hand from Nyota's face, he looked at T'Pau.

"Mistress, the female Ny-o-ta is mentally and physically fit to hold a Vulcan bond. It has been successful these last several months. I do detect a strong bond that has been enhanced, it does show growth from a couple so young."

T'Pau sat back and started thinking. She realized it was Spock's telepathic hold that could enhance such a growth in such a short span of time.

"Spock, have your abilities changed since the bond?"

"Yes, ko-mekh-il. Nyota has also become sensitive to me. It is as though her telepathic abilities have increased as well."

Shath spoke: "Mistress T'Pau, humans have null touch telepathy."

"But yet Nyota has minimal abilities. Is it possible... Has Spock transferred through their bond?"

"The odds of such a feat is 2,456,954 to 1." Shath calculated. "There should be no odds at all since S'haile Spock is part Terran."

T'Pau looked at Shath; " Yet here we are, discussing the possibilities of this feat, Shath. Sarek displays standard Vulcan touch telepathic abilities, but there is another I have not seen in some time. Come Shath, we must explore their bond thoroughly."

During their discussion, Spock and Nyota discussed another matter.

"Nyota, I hope you are not offended by the medical discussion."

"I am not, they can't figure me out, but mostly you Spock. You threw a wrench in the gene pool."

"It seems so. My intentions are to make sure your physical and mental health can handle our bond. Do you sense its intensity?"

"Yes, it does feel strange, but I am continuing to control my thoughts and not project as I used to."

"Nyota, there is something that I must share with you. I have hidden them for the last two years. I will need your strength to support me. I grow weary of the journey, I am ready to release them."

"I will stand by you Spock on any decision you make."

T'Pau spoke to them, "Spock and Nyota, Shath and I will join your thoughts and inspect the bond, to investigate the safety of your wife."

They both answered at the same time, "We understand."

Shath entered on Nyota's side, while T'Pau entered from Spock's side and melded with the couple. They were projected as images in their minds, Spock and Nyota standing before them holding hands.

"Ko'mekh-il, Shath"

"Spock your mate-bond is strong, impressive." stated his grandmother. "You are actually controlling the levels of the flow of the bond to your mate."

"Yes, until Nyota is fully trained in its capabilities, it's safer."

"We will inspect the bond fully. Show us," stated Shath.

The four of them walked to the stream of cords that glowed. Spock and Nyota stood back as Shath and his grandmother looked among the cords, touching random ones for inspection.

Shath commented; "Their bond is unique, the power fluctuates in its intensity."

T'Pau moved her hand slowly along the connected bond and responded, "Indeed, I have never seen such a connection. To sever it would be detrimental to both."

"Agreed. S'haile Spock has connected the bond fully. T'Pau, only a ceremony is needed as documentation they are lawfully bonded."

T'Pau came across a green cord, her hand touched the smooth cool cord and tested its strength. Spock's telepathic powers were stronger than she had predicted and he had suppressed its potential for his safety. She turned to her grandson; "It was wise to do this Spock for your safety, tell me when did you noticed its potential?"

"When I was five Vulcan rotations grandmother, I...I responded out of fear. Forgive me."

"Your apologies are illogical, your mind was that of a child and unaware of its aspects. It was surmised at that time you were psi-null."

"T'Pau these bonds are more dense?" As Shath inspected them, T'Pau went to examine them and noticed their density.

"Spock, is this the new growth?"

"Yes grandmother, they are unknown but they are also connected to my wife."

Shath and T'Pau examined the denser bonds by touch and sensed an unknown surge. Neither saw any danger from them.

"We sense no danger among Spock and Nyota. How do you both feel?" asked Shath.

"This is a new sensation to me since I have never been a telepath," stated Nyota.

"I feel new growth in small intervals each month," stated Spock.

T'Pau asked. "Have you used these abilities?"

Spock bowed his head and took a moment to answer her, he remembered touching a woman's mind while on a mission without her permission [1].

"I have used mind-melding for self-preservation and crew members. I also used telepathy to.. correct actions when I or others were in unsafe conditions."

T'Pau thought about what Spock had said, and was disappointed that his powers were revealed openly.

"Spock, do you need to be versed on Vulcan laws and their consequences?"

"NO T'Pau!"

"Correct thy choices!"

"Yes T'Pau."

Spock knew his grandmother was upset that he had revealed his powers to Starfleet, mostly to Captain Kirk. Now that he is bonded to Nyota he must be careful not to endanger her.

T'Pau continued to speak harshly; "You must consider your bondmate and her well being!"

Shath broke the debate. "I see no danger to the couple. Spock needs to continue instructing his wife on controlling her thoughts. A Healer who is discreet can monitor their bond if the growth continues."

T'Pau looked at Shath in agreement and bowed her head. "I would consider that option Shath. We don't know if the bond's growth will affect Nyota, since it is new to her."

"If we are in agreement then I shall return." Shath broke his meld from the couple.

T'Pau remained. "Nyota, I am pleased that you have chosen Spock. Shath has examined you and found you healthy for bonding. If you sense any change in your connection it is imperative, for your safety, that you inform a healer. In several years the bond will be tested because of Spock's Pon-Farr, it will ignite you as well. It is a flame that burns through the heart of Vulcan men. Your strength will support him. Do you understand?"

"Yes, T'Pau."

"Then welcome to the S'chn T'gai clan, we will have a brief ceremony in two days before the reception to validate at the Hall of Records." She held up her hand in the ta'al and Nyota responded with a smile. T'Pau shook her head, "Humans and their facial emotions."

T'Pau looked at the couple still holding hands, and she saw the silver band that Spock was wearing on his ring finger. T'Pau lifted a brow at their commitment as she was aware the ring was a sign of Terran marriage. As she turned to leave the meld with her staff in her hand, she felt another presence, then more. She prepared for battle and took a stance.

"How can that be?"

She slowly turned to see Spock and Nyota only, but the bond cords were gone and a thick grayish fog appeared in its place. In the fog shadows formed, then figures without faces. T'Pau strained to get a better view. The figures stood behind Spock and Nyota and their faces became clear, one, in particular, one she recognized. It was Captain Spiak of the USS. Intrepid; "How can this be?" Then more figures materialized behind him, it was the whole crew.

"Impossible! A Vulcan can carry two or three katras at a time! Spock has... Spock has carried over four hundred since the Intrepid's destruction!"

At that moment Spock fell to his knees. "I have grown weary of the task grandmother, help me!"

Nyota knelt next to him, holding him by his shoulders. "Oh, Spock!"

He looked up at her; "Remember what I taught you."

Nyota tried to go into a meditative trance and focused on Spock. This was new to her. How could she support the katras?

The next instant T'Pau broke the meld, her eyes widening at the realization. The Intrepid crew wanted to come home, but T'Pau was amazed at the power that Spock had displayed. She reconnected to support Spock, she saw the weariness on his face and his bondmate trying to support him. She closed her eyes and focused her telepathy to strengthen Spock's mind to continue to support him and the katras. The weight of over four hundred Vulcans katras was taxing. "How did he manage such a feat?"

Then a wave of intense grief was released and it traveled beyond Spock's mind. It was felt not only by T'Pau, but by Sarek, T'Lara, Shath, and her staff.

T'Pau was astonished at the Vulcan before her. She had never seen anything like this feat, or heard of anything like it.T'Pau did something she thought she would never do, she knelt before her grandson. The rest around her followed suit. A surge of energy burst through, the katras' presence was felt throughout Vulcan. For a moment, T'Pau thought Spock was the resurrection of Surak or one of the great high priests from millennia ago. The rest felt the presence of the Intrepid crew and gave homage to them for returning home. When T'Pau came out of her trance, Shath helped her up.

She looked at Spock and Nyota and then back at Shath and Sarek.

"No one or thing should break this bond! We need to hurry, others are aware of the Intrepid's katras." She addressed T'Lara.

"Go and get the guards to carry my litter to the ceremonial grounds and Vanguards for protection."

"Shath contact T'Amanda and the mother of Nyota to let them know you are coming to get them, take them to the ceremonial grounds, and meet us there in thirty minutes. Let no one interfere!"

"Yes, Mistress!" Shath hurried to retrieve the women.

Sarek stepped forth and knelt next to his son, touching his psi points and entered. He saw the Intrepid crew, they all held up their hands in the ta'al greeting. Sarek felt his son's tiredness from the burden, then he looked at Nyota.

"What is wrong father Sarek?"

"Spock grows weary of the weight, I will support him."

Sarek touched Spock's mind to relax the pressure. He gazed at Captain Spiak, and then his crew, feeling their grief and anxiousness. They waited to return home and Spock carried them. He addressed the Captain.

"I know you have awaited your return to Vulcan, your weary travel will end soon. I do not know how much longer Spock's mental state can sustain. He will need rest, return for a moment until we reach the sacred caves where your families will receive you."

Captain Spiak spoke. "We will wait. Your son has given us a second chance, his mediation in logic was most stimulating. We supported him in multiple crises in his journey. We are grateful to Spock for bringing us home."

The Intrepid crew disappeared and Sarek held his son for the first time since he was a child and felt his weight. His heart stirred that his son carried such a burden. Spock sat up once the pressure receded and reached for Nyota's touch. She gave her two fingers and peace passed through him. Spock was shocked that his father was cradling him, it was an uncomfortable feeling, the relationship he longed for his entire life. Spock felt his father's concern for him which was strange, maybe the heart operation did make him fonder. Spock sat up and thanked his father with a bow of his head.

"I am faring better father."

"I will return to support your grandmother." Sarek broke the meld.

Spock looked at Nyota and she smiled, he responded with both brows lifted.

T'Pau waited until Sarek returned from the meld and Spock and Nyota had stood up. He leaned a little on his wife for support and she steadied him.

"We need to hurry to the ceremonial wedding grounds, all of Vulcan are curious about the disturbance in their bond. They felt the consciousness of their fallen Vulcans from the Intrepid. They will seek out Spock, to determine how he accomplished such a feat and retrieve what was lost."

Sarek asked Spock how he gained such a task. "Sa-fu how did this come to pass?"

"I was inside the animal when the chromosomes were aligned for reproduction.[2] I felt them around the shuttle craft, they were lost and unaware of their fate. I informed them of what had transpired of their ship and ours, then they all found shelter within me. I did not know at the time if I could accommodate them all, but I managed with lengthy meditations." Spock informed his father and T'Pau.

T'Pau was moved by the statement. That her grandson had such power, it must have taxed his mind. He had carried the crew for years! But yet Spock was capable of continuing his duty as a commander of a starship and bonded to Nyota. She was fascinated by the mind that Spock must have to hold so much. But now a greater, grave concern must be addressed.

T'Pau snapped again. "Come, you must go! Sarek take them to the ceremonial grounds and prepare them. There will be no interference. I will be with T'Lara awaiting at the ceremonial grounds with the Vanguards. Go!"

Sarek led Spock and Nyota to the hovercar.

Meanwhile, at Sarek's compound, two women hurried to get dressed and meet Shath at the entrance.

"Did something happen to Spock and Nyota?"

"I don't know, I'm not sure? But if it's the ceremonial wedding that means they must be getting married in a hurry."


At that moment, Shath's hover car approached and the women hurried down the path to get in the car. Once they were settled in, Amanda asked questions while Shath drove.

"Okay, Shath what happened?"

"T'Amanda, your son carried the katras of the entire Intrepid crew. Did you not feel a disturbance in your bond?"

"Yes, yes I did. It was the presence of people, you saw the crew of the Intrepid?"

"Yes, Spock brought them home."

Amanda sat back trying to comprehend the idea.

"Isn't that dangerous?"

"Yes, T'Amanda, the fact Spock carried over four hundred crewmen for such a length of time is unheard of. Many will seek the Intrepid's crew, but the others will inquire how he managed such a feat."

"But Shath, why the marriage ground?"

"To keep others from interfering in their marriage, it will safeguard their bond."

"Yes, you are correct." Amanda turned to Saana and she had to explain the service, giving more details of Vulcan marriage culture.

"Saana, the marriage ceremony is different from Earth. In the past, Vulcan men fought for their women to mate. It was the death of one of them."

"Will there be a challenge at their wedding?"

"It shouldn't be, because it's a secret, this is why we are in a hurry before someone finds out."

"To challenge their marriage? Doesn't Terran marriage count?"

"It does for the Federation but on Vulcan it's different. It's part of their culture, and usually, the clan leader arranges and performs the ceremony, but this is different. Spock chose his wife but also T'Pau has to approve it's their tradition."

"Yes, I see."

Amanda looked Saana in the eyes and wanted to clarify her worry.

"This is your first and last time you might see such an event. Your part is to say you agree with the arrangements. Then T'Pau performs the ceremony. It doesn't take long. Spock and Nyota will kneel in front of her and words are exchanged. Then it's over."

Saana clasped her hands and took a deep breath. "Okay simple, one-two-three got it."

They reached the ceremonial grounds and Shath escorted them to the entrance of the cave on the bride's side.

"T'Amanda and Professor Uhura, you will wait for her until the wedding party arrives. They will be here soon." Shath turned and left to the groom's entrance.

Amanda turned to Saana to give more history.

"We will meet T'Pau and your daughter here and we will have a procession to lead us out. Spock and Nyota will confirm their marriage in front of us as witnesses. T'Pau will perform the vows and they both acknowledge. Then it's done."

Saana gave an exasperated response. "I don't mind as long as they are both safe!"

"Amen to that, a lot has happened!"

At that very moment, four muscle-bound men entered the cave dressed in silver tunics and helmets, caring weapons. Saana grabbed Amanda's arm squeezed tight and gasped at the sight of the huge bodies.

"Oh my, who and what are those?" as she pointed.

"Those are the ceremonial guards."

Then T'Pau entered on a litter being carried by two more men followed by T'Lara. They sat her down softly and left. Amanda and Saana turned and greeted T'Pau with the ta'al.

"T'Pau, what has happened?"

The moment Amanda asked the question, Nyota entered, escorted by Sarek. Saana ran and screamed when she saw her.

"Nyota, my baby!"

She grabbed, squeezed her, and started crying.

"My baby, baby are you alright!" Saana said in between sobs looking Nyota up and down.

Nyota returned the hug to her mother, "Momma, I'm fine."

T'Pau, T'Lara, and Sarek observed the extreme emotions between parent and daughter, while Amanda admired the endearment altogether and sighed.

"I wish it was me."

Sarek and T'Pau gave a slow stare at her in disagreement.

"Aduna, I came to escort you to the waiting area with Spock."

He held up two fingers for Amanda, she touched them and Sarek led her out to the other side where Spock was waiting.

The two ceremonial men with quad-shaped instruments, bells attached, came and stood in front of another entrance to the court. In the distance, a gong was heard.

"Nyota, daughter of Saana of the house of Uhura, you and your mother will stand behind me. Follow me when you hear the gong again and T'Lara will escort you where to stand. Don't speak unless I instruct you to!"

"Yes Mistress T'Pau!" they both said.

Saana held Nyota's hand and tried to stop her tears. She was so happy to see her daughter at last.

"It's your wedding day again, and I'm still not prepared. I feel like a mess." Saana sniffled in between words.

"It's okay, things just happened kind of fast."

Then a second gong rang, the two ceremonial men started shaking the bells and marched out, two others picked up the litter with T'Pau and followed. T'Lara bowed to Saana and Nyota, then led them to the ceremonial court. When they entered the courtyard, Spock was standing on a platform with the mallet in his hand and his gaze went straight to Nyota. Sarek, Amanda, and Shath represented the groom's side of the family, while T'Lara, Saana with the two Vanguards were on the bride's side of the family. [3]

Nyota looked up at Spock with his robe on, it was like seeing him for the first time and it warmed her all over. "There's my man."

Spock kept his eyes on Nytoa as she walked behind T'Pau like a man possessed, his heart rate increased because he felt her warmth through the bond. A soft growl slipped between his lips. Shath and Sarek heard him, and both their brows lifted.

T'Pau was settled on the platform and extended her hand towards Spock, he stepped down from the gong and knelt before her. She touched the left side of his head, almost gripping his inner ear. Spock looked up and she shook her head: yes. He stood up, the bells chimed as he walked back to the gong and he hit the panel, causing a vibration throughout the court signifying that there were no challengers, the bell chimed louder.

T'Pau looked at Nyota and nodded for her approach, she released her mother's hand and stood in front of her. Spock returned and stood next to Nyota and held his two fingers and she took them with hers. Then they both knelt before T'Pau, she didn't have to mind-meld them, they were already joined, she concluded with ceremonial words.

"Saana of the house of the Uhura's, do you give consent for Nyota to join the House of Surak?"

"Yes, I give consent."

"Sarek of the house of Surak, do you give consent for Spock to join the House of the Uhura's?"

"I give consent."

"Two bonds have been joined, two Houses have been joined. The woman Nyota on this day forward is the property of Spock of the house of Surak. Spock on this day forward is the property of Nyota. The bond is binding, the word is binding, the bond shall not be broken."

T'Pau stood up with her staff and stretched out her other hand, "It is done." She stepped down from the platform and walked to the gong, T'Lara gave her the mallet, and T'Pau hit the gong that it rang. Signaling that the wedding is completed. She walked quietly back to the litter, sat, and signaled the bearers to take her home. The ceremonial bell bearer chimed as they walked T'Pau out. The two families came together and greeted the couple officially.

"Wow, that was quick!" said Saana

"Saana, I know this happened so quickly, but this is my son Spock," Amanda said amusingly.

Spock addressed his new mother-in-law, "Greetings to you Mother Saana, the honor is mine."

Saana is amazed that the majority of all Vulcan are tall, slim, and ...handsome.

"Spock, it is wonderful to finally meet you in person."

T'Lara stepped forward; "Greetings S'chn T'gai clan. Mistress T'Pau has requested your presence for end-meal, at 2100 hours precisely, to celebrate the union of S'haile Spock and Lady Nyota." She turned and left to aide T'Pau.

Sarek spoke up, "We should conclude our discussion at another time. I believe that Spock and Nyota have been taxed since their arrival."

"I agree. The situation with the Intrepid has decreased their physical and mental functions." Healer Shath stated.

"A rest period for both will revive them for end-meal." Sarek stated.

So both families left for Sarek's compound for rest. One issue was resolved, but the other will be addressed next.

 

End Notes:

 

A/N:

Star Trek TOS:

The Omega Glory [1]

The Immunity Syndrome [2]

Amok Time [3]

 

Hello my followers, I wanted to share my special day with you. It's my birthday and I want you to celebrate with me by giving you extra chapters to read. It's a milestone! Enjoy the extra reading and I hope you like them and leave feedback. Thanks for enjoying my stories. Uhura the 9th 03/02/2022

 

Chapter 26-A Family United by Uhura the 9th
Author's Notes:

Beta Reader: SilverMoonfire

Summary: Spock and Nyota are officially married on Vulcan without any challenges. The katras of the Intrepid have revealed themselves and now all of Vulcan are aware of their presence. Soon they will find out that Spock has brought them home, drawing more attention to his telepathic abilities.See the source imageSee the source imageSee the source image

 

A Family United

Spock rode home to the family compound under better circumstances than his initial arrival to Vulcan. His bride beside him was accepted by T'Pau, this time there had been no kal'i'fee. That curse was broken and he felt redeemed. The child bond he never wanted or desired could no longer be used against him. The girl who despised him academically and in their arranged marriage had allowed her jealousy to destroy everything. The fact that he was part Terran had reflected poorly on her, and made her less than in her eyes and those of their people. Truth be told, T'Pring had been attracted to someone else, who then married someone else. She had blamed Spock's family for the disruption, it wasn't his fault, but yet she tortured him for it. Spock glanced at his wife and was grateful she carried none of those traits. He looked forward to their life together and the children they would one day of his fingers grazed her cheek, "My Nyota.'' he whispered inside himself. The one who saved his life from loneliness, the one who settled the two worlds of chaos.

Nyota looked into his eyes "Are you okay? What is on your mind?" she asked him through the bond. He smiled on the inside and rubbed his two fingers against hers as they rode to Sarek's family compound. "Is that what you have on your mind?" Nyota smiled back at him from the inside. Their secret they share. "We will rest first K'diwa."

They have their inner conversation as people observe them. This time it was Saana. She sees the love they project. Leaning back into the seat she just watched them and smiled. Her daughter is happy.

When they drove up to the family compound, it was larger than T'Pau's, several aides were waiting for them. Sarek, Shath, and Amanda, who were ahead of them in another car, were stepping out.

One aide addressed Sarek, "S'haile Sarek, there are messages seeking your attention, addressing concerns of a recent disturbance in the bonds of many people."

"Thank you, we are aware of the situation. I will address them once the family is settled."

"Yes, S'haile I will attend to the luggage."

The aide went to the cars and unloaded Spock's and Nyota luggage, carrying them inside the compound.

Sarek went to speak to his son.

T'Pau will address Vulcan High Command about the earlier disturbance. Take care of your wife's needs and we will see you at end meal."

Sarek held up his ta'al to both of them, then escorted his wife. Spock touched fingers with Nyota and followed.

Shath was standing next to Saana and waited, she looked up at him and didn't know what to say.

"With your permission Saana, I can escort you inside the compound. I will walk by your side."

Letting her know that he won't touch her.

She looked up at Shath into his deep brown eyes and said, "Sure."

They started to walk at a slow pace. "I want to offer my apologies for my conduct. Sarek has explained that I was disrespecting you with my intentions."

"Apology accepted. I wasn't aware that Vulcan culture was so complex, and I would like to offer my apologies if I gave you the wrong intention of a relationship."

"Apology accepted. Perhaps, in the future, we could come to an understanding of our relationship."

"That would be nice Shath."

"Your daughter has the attributes and features of her mother."

Saana felt embarrassed and her cheeks warmed. "Thank you, many have said that Nyota favors me."

They both stopped at the entrance and Shath looked down into her large brown eyes.

"I will leave you to your family. I will seek your presence at end-meal at T'Pau's. Good day, Saana Uhura." Shath bowed his head and left for his home.

Saana walked inside, thinking life has become difficult for her when it came to men. But exuberant that her daughter is with her. Amanda waited for Saana at the entrance.

"Is everything okay?"

"Yes, Shath and I have come to an understanding."

"That's good, I'm going to assist Sarek. It appears that Spock has carried the katras of the destroyed starship, the Intrepid, for many years. Katras are called souls or spirits of a person."

"Really, how does that happen?"

"It usually happens to the next of kin. Spock somehow retrieved them all, and priests or relatives will seek them out to place them in Vulcan's sacred cave, the Hall of Katras."

"Wow, this will would definitely be a great research opportunity. I am interested in observing, if it's allowed?" asked Saana.

Amanda shook her head slowly, "I don't think so. It's deeply personal. A Vulcan practice that, if published outside of Vulcan, will show disrespect to their culture."

"Yes, I respect all cultures."

"Come on Saana, I will make tea for us while Spock and Nyota recover from this ordeal."

"Okay."

The two women walked into the kitchen and prepared tea.

Meanwhile in Sarek's office; Sarek and Sevel are listening to Vulcan High Command and two Healers from the Science Division.

"Sarek, we felt a disturbance in the universal bond, a ripple effect that all of Vulcan felt. Especially those who had lost family on the Intrepid. Can you explain?" asked Suter

Sarek could only stare and not respond.

"One of our healers had indicated that the katras of the Intrepid had returned. The only person return to Vulcan recently is Commander Spock. Is there a correlation?"

Healer Tekev looked at Sarek for an answer.

Sarek only gave a blank stare into the monitor.

For a Vulcan Suter gave a troubling look. "Your lack of response troubles us."

"I am processing your information." stated Sarek.

Suter asked again, "Our healers are interested in the manner in which the katras have arrived and how."

"You are correct that Commander Spock and his wife have arrived recently. They are here concerning family matters, and family matters, only according to T'Pau."

"We are aware of the upcoming wedding reception on Altair VI, but this is another matter that has arisen. We seek knowledge of it." stated Suter.

"It was clear that Healer Tekav, who was present at his arrival this morning, he indicated his greeting was harsh." stated Healer Voris.

"It was explained to Healer Tekav and Commissioner Sudoc that Spock's return was a family matter."

"Is it not Vulcan that is financing his reception, are we banished from his arrival?" asked Suter.

"The reception is four point five days away. That is what the commissioner has financed, not my familial intrapersonal interactions."

Such insolence is unnecessary Sarek, we merely seek to determine if there is a correlation of Spock's arrival to Vulcan with the recent arrival of the katras." Suter stated with firmness.

"I can not confirm or deny any correlation at this time, if you refer your questions tomorrow I will have more information."

Sarek commanded the com-link off. At that moment Amanda and Saana came in with a tray of tea. Amanda handed her husband and Sevel tea.

"How did it go?"Amanda asked.

Sarek sipped his tea. "They inquired if the correlation of the katras and Spock's arrival was systematically aligned."

"I gathered as much, what can we do?"

"Try to delay their interaction as much as possible."

Sarek turned to Sevel, "If anyone inquires as to the location or information about S'haile Spock, direct them to T'Pau and she will provide answers to their questions."

"I am here to serve S'haile Sarek, I will inform all staff of your request."

Sevel left Sarek's office and headed to the Science Academy.

At that moment, Amanda was so proud of Sarek, watching him defend their son. It warmed her heart and sent a tender thought through their bond. Which caused Sarek to give Amanda a hooded look. Then he noticed Saana standing there, looking at them.

"I will return to my duties." he bowed his head and left.

Saana stepped closer to Amanda, "What was that?"

Amanda gave a seductive look, "Oh that was one of those perks of being bonded. You can send a message without people hearing you."

"Oh, wow, like mind-reading?"

"More like sending coded messages which no one else can read."

"Spock and Nyota have the same thing?"

"Yep, but it seems her's are stronger because of Spock." Amanda takes another sip of her tea, with a big grin.

"I guess it's better than sitting down and explaining complicated things when you can send it through your thoughts. I think I like that!" Saana started thinking about how nifty it would be to share thoughts and started to weigh the pros and cons.

"Saana, it's commitment. Vulcans are a complex race, not like humans."

"I.. was just wondering." She said with a smirk.

"I think we should rest before we have dinner with T'Pau. It will be our first family dinner together."

Both women started to leave and continued talking.

"Yes, today was 'a first' for a lot of things."

Both women chuckled about how the day had started and continued.


Meanwhile in Spock's suite;

"Spock your bedroom is huge, I wish my room was this large. I could've had more books and photo-vids hanging around." Nyota took note of all the awards, trophies, and projects displayed around his room.

"This is our suite, not mine, we share consciousness and two forms of marriage."

Spock opened up one of the duffle bags to unpack their things, while Nyota opened another duffle bag to hang up her garments.

"Once we have our discussed children and when we should retire from the Fleet, we will be provided with our compound. Or, if you desire, we can live here and redecorate this suite."

"Whoa, I'm still dealing with events from this morning." Nyota slowly took off her robe and tunic. She thought about the day they would-be parents, and their children having all that room to grow.

They both undressed down to their Starfleet undergarments. Spock stretched his hand out to guide his wife to their bed. He needed mental rest, the katras were becoming restless. He just wanted to be close to her, to find his peace. They lay on the bed and snuggled against each other and fell into a light sleep.


At 1645 hours Kirk and McCoy stood in the transporter room waiting for clearance from Vulcan Central. Kirk pulled down his dress uniform tunic and adjusted his sleeve. While McCoy pulled on his collar like a chain, trying to breathe and then McCoy started whispering to himself.

"I won't be afraid, nope, I can explain the whole thing to her. She would understand my position."

Kirk turned to Bones, "Are you talking to yourself?"

"Yeah, I'm trying to keep calm. 'For whom the bell tolls'."

Jim shakes his head at his friend, " Bones, it won't be bad. It's just a dinner!"

"I'm telling you, Jim, it's a setup. It's payback for embarrassing her at T'Pring's wedding."

A beeping sound came through the console, Lt. Kyle pressed the intercom button,

"Captain, Vulcan Central is ready."

Kirk and McCoy stepped on the pad and materialized into Vulcan Central and were greeted by Commander Arauk and T'Lara. They both gave the ta'al sign and slight tilt of their heads.

"Welcome to Vulcan Captain Kirk and Dr. McCoy, from all of Vulcan may your stay be pleasant." Commander Arauk bowed his head.

T'Lara stepped forward and gave the ta'al salute. "Yes, greetings. My name is T'Lara, an aide to Mistress T'Pau. I will guide you to her compound, follow me please."

The three of them left the center and rode in a hovercar to the compound. The first thing they noticed again was the thin air and heat. The men observed the buildings and scenery this time and noticed the beauty of Vulcan.

"Wow, we didn't get a view like this the last time we were here," McCoy commented.

"Yeah, this place is nice looking, too bad we couldn't stay last time!" Kirk gave McCoy a starry look and Bones gave him a snaring look.

They drove on the outskirts of the city to her compound and both men shared a shocked look of T'Pau's dwelling.

"Wow, T'Pau has nice real estate." whistled McCoy.

There were other hover cars parked in the back, and both men were escorted to a waiting area. Here they were greeted by other party guests, they all turned to open smiles.

"Captain Kirk, Dr. McCoy it is nice to see you two again."

Amanda walked over to greet them, she wore a long flowing greenish dress, and her was hair piled high like before.

McCoy and Kirk had a shocked look on their faces, "Mrs. Sarek, it's nice to see you again as well."

McCoy started to breathe again when he saw Spock and Uhura standing next to each other. "I You don't think she would kill me in front of all these people?"

"Bones, will you stop and relax!" Kirk exclaimed for the last time.

"Hello Doctor, Captain," said Nyota, who wore her favorite royal print blue palazza pants outfit that flowed when she walked. "I want you to meet my mother Saana Uhura."

An older version of Nyota stepped forward with a winning smile and extended her hand. She too had on a pantsuit that showed her figure.

"Captain Kirk and Dr. McCoy it is an honor to finally meet you."

Kirk took her hand and kissed her knuckles, unaware that Shath's brows became hooded from the transaction.

"Professor Uhura, the honor is mine, for a moment I couldn't tell you two apart." Kirk smiled into the beautiful face of Saana and then looked up at Nyota's smiling face to compare.

Saana giggled and responded, "Oh my Captain, you are a charmer."

Then Nyota introduced Dr. McCoy, "This Dr. Leonard McCoy."

McCoy quickly went into his southern charm accent, "Madame, the honor is mine as well, for such beautiful young women."

He too took the other hand and kissed her knuckles and smiled up at her.

"Oh, no two charmers Nyota?" Saana held her breath and felt slightly embarrassed for being put on the spot.

Nyota said snarkily knowing the history of those two, "Yes mother, two dangerous ones."

Spock just raised his brows, agreeing with his wife.

Amanda, Nyota, Saana, Kirk, and McCoy laughed at the banter. While Sarek and Shath looked confused. Shath was having difficulty with the transaction of Terran humor. Spock was able to translate to Shath.

"Terrans have different forms of introductions, this one is common when males and females interact."

Shath gave a confused look, while Sarek had seen it before, but not to this extent.

"Interesting that it always involving touching," commented Shath

"Terrans are a tactile race," commented Spock

"It is apparent that Vulcans have the advantage because of our touch telepathy."

T'Lara entered the area and announced that end-meal was prepared. They followed her to another room where a long table was prepared with an assortment of Vulcan foods. Sarek escorted Amanda to a chair where she stood. Kirk escorted Saana to another chair next to Amanda, to Shath's dismay, and Spock took care of Nyota. Everyone remained standing, waiting for T'Pau, who came with a thump of her long staff being escorted by T'Lara. Sarek and Spock walked to the head of the table and stood behind her. Sarek pulled out her chair for her to sit, T'Pau waved for the others to sit. Servants came and gave each person a goblet of water while T'Pau inspected each guest. When her eyes landed on Kirk and McCoy she bowed her head. The four-course meal was served and eaten, no one spoke.

That was what T'Pau wanted, the events of the day were taxing to her. It wasn't proper to let such incidents interrupt a meal, she waited until the tea was served. She held Kirk's gaze.

"Kirk, I believe that thanks are required for bringing my grandson and his bride to Vulcan."

Kirk gulped on his tea wishing it was brandy or another hard liquor.

"Spock is my friend, it was not a problem doing this for his family."

T'Pau raised a brow and said in her low, strong voice. "Indeed. The last time we met Kirk, the circumstances were different. May I compliment you on your tactical skills in combat."

Kirk leaned back in his chair and wondered if T'Pau was teasing him.

"It was those tactical skills that saved my life madame."

"Indeed, I believe assistance was at hand as well." T'Pau glanced at McCoy whose cup was in mid-air.

"Madame?" McCoy felt his throat go dry, his eyes shocked for being addressed.

T'Pau continued without expression. "I must say, the technique that was applied was most unique and original. Other circumstances arose later, where your Healer McCoy was instrumental in saving my son and grandson during the Babel Conference. For that, the house of Surak lives on. Because of your action, we give homage to you, Healer McCoy, and grateful."

Kirk and McCoy looked at each other in disbelief, she was actually thanking them.

"Doctor, the Healers were... impressed that you were knowledgeable of Vulcan physiology. Not only Healer Shath, who is the family primary, but also the Healers at the medical facilities. The technique that you applied is now part of their standard practice." Sarek added.

"Yes. Healer McCoy, the Medical Division is curious on how you decided on such a procedure," added Shath.

"Healer McCoy, this event is in celebration of your achievement in healing Sarek and Spock with such a difficult procedure," commented T'Pau.

McCoy was speechless as was Kirk, a dinner honoring them, but mostly McCoy. That put a smile on Kirk's face.

"Dr. McCoy, congratulations for saving Ambassador Sarek and my son-in-law! Thank you," stated Saana as she clasped her hands together.

Shath continued, "The other healers and I would be honored if you could visit and give a lecture on that procedure. It would enlighten us."

Amanda added with a deep smile, "Doctor McCoy, Sarek is healthier now and I see a significant improvement. I personally thank you again for saving my husband." Amanda was deeply pleased because her sex life increased 75%. "No complaints."

T'Pau lifted her hand to let others know she was going to talk, and everyone became quiet.

"Dr. McCoy, it has been decided. You are welcome to Vulcan, at your leisure, and will take residence at my estate as my guest in the future."

Sarek and Amanda both looked at each other in astonishment knowing T'Pau rarely entertained guests of any sort more than she had to.

Sarek stated, in his rare emotional moments, "Indeed." and looked at Dr. McCoy

McCoy was speechless again. He had been ready to be executed for his debacle at Spock's wedding but instead being treated like an honored guest. "Thank you T'Pau, I am honored again, I don't... know... what to say. But thank you, again."

"'Thank you' is not necessary. Your actions have enhanced my son and grandson to continue with their life's journey with the least interruption. I conclude my evening, I have a task that must be addressed at High Vulcan Command. Please continue to enjoy each other's company."

T'Lara helped T'Pau with her chair while all the men stood, the Vulcan men gave the salute, "Peace and long life T'Pau."

They watched T'Pau leave, then Kirk turned to Bones again with a big smile; "You thought T'Pau didn't like you."

McCoy gave Jim that shut-up stare.

"Captain Kirk, my mother is not in the habit of liking, she is a woman of action," Sarek stated.

Kirk chuckled at his statement, then he turned to Saana and asked. "Professor Saana, how is your stay on Vulcan?"

"Things have improved since I arrived on Vulcan."

"Really, what has changed?" asked McCoy.

Saana looked at the two officers and then at Spock who just nodded his head.

"Well, the Earth media gave me a run for my credits. They were broadcasting their version of Spock and Nyota's wedding and it turned into a circus. I was able to send a rebuttal statement using some of their wedding vid-pic. Then I took refuge at the Vulcan Embassy for a few days before I came here."

Kirk felt the stress in her voice; "Professor Uhura that.."

"Please, call me Saana,"

"Saana you had quite an adventure. I hope your stay on Vulcan has made up for the circus."

"Oh I love Vulcan, I wish I could stay. But I would like to work back at my university, I've been there for years."

Shath shifted in his seat at her declaration, perhaps there is hope for a relationship. He took note of Saana's other comment and was not pleased by it. Somehow he must find a way to persuade her.

McCoy joined in, lifting his glass toward Saana, "There's no place like home!"

"Even though I felt bad for my mother, the thought of her being harassed bothered me. I am grateful that she is safe here with the Ambassador and Amanda." Nyota said with a strained voice.

"Indeed, it seems it brings pleasure to my wife, she enjoys your mother's company," commented Sarek.

Amanda smiled at him, knowing that he meant she had found a friend. "I discovered a new friend and another like-minded mother. We shared about our children's childhood bumps and accomplishments."

They continued talking until it was time for Kirk and McCoy to leave. When they departed, they noted that they would be back in a few days for the wedding reception with dignitaries. Nyota asked Kirk if Charlene and Eve could beam down for a few hours when they returned. Kirk didn't have a problem with it, and Sarek would make sure they would have clearance from Vulcan Central.

When Jim and Bones got back on the ship they reviewed their evening on the way to their quarters.

Jim turned to his friend, smiled, and said, "Well Bones, you weren't executed, tortured, or subjected to any mind melds."

"I swear to you, you've missed your calling as a comedian."

Jim broke out in laughter. "You have to admit, you almost passed out or peed in your pants when T'Pau started talking to you!"

"Will you PLEASE SHUT UP!" Then Bones breaks out laughing, shaking his head. "I can't believe it. I went from an endangered person to an honorary citizen in a matter of seconds. Can you believe that those Vulcan doctors want me to lecture them...TO THEM!"

"I think it's a trap, once you get in there they will keep you there for more mind experiments," Jim said with a straight face.

While Bones grew quiet and pondered the idea. "You think that? Jim, please tell me you're kidding. If not, I'm not going there!"

Jim burst out laughing again. "Only kidding Bones."

"You just wait until next time, when I choose not to save you on the missions."

Jim grabbed his heart. " It hurts that you would do that to your best friend."

"Stop teasing me. You know when it comes to the Vulcans I get serious, well except for Spock."

"Who you tease mercilessly."

"I'm learning now, lesson learned! Now can we go home?"

"Yeah let's get some sleep and head out first thing in the morning." Jim continued to laugh at Bones and his drama.


Ten hours later the Enterprise left Vulcan and headed to the star system of Sol. Kirk will assign shore leave to key personnel because the Enterprise will be docked at Vulcan for some time after the wedding reception. He will be running a skeleton crew, orders from the Federation, and Starfleet to add new equipment to the ship.

Somewhere on the lower deck, a lone woman is taking a deep swim and deep in thought. She said goodbye to Vulcan and to the man she once loved. Christine is in another place, a place of peace and understanding. She didn't have a choice, she can't alter the past or change the future. She can only accept it now. Dr. Robinson showed her new options in life, that other doors will reveal themselves and she could pick and choose any of them. "I will talk to Eve and Charlene and work from there. I have nothing to lose, but I have my well-being to gain." Christine's arms glided through the water with ease, each stroke was moving forward, each stroke was a chance for new beginnings.

 

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A/N:

Hello my followers, I wanted to share my special day with you. It's my birthday and I want you to celebrate with me by giving you extra chapters to read. It's a milestone! Enjoy the extra reading and I hope you like them and leave feedback. Thanks for enjoying my stories. Uhura the 9th 03/02/2022

 

Chapter 27-The Resting Place by Uhura the 9th
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 Beta Reader: SilverMoonfire

Summary: Spock and Nyota are officially married according to Vulcan laws, and the crew of the Intrepid have made themselves known throughout Vulcan. Saana finally was introduced to Spock and she noticed the love he has for Nyota. Plus, Shath and Saana had come to an understanding. Kirk and McCoy endured a Vulcan vegetarian dinner and the scrutiny of T'Pau. Spock is resting and completing his meditation when...See the source imageSee the source imageSee the source image

 

The Resting Place

"Commander Spock, please forgive me for the intrusion."

"You may speak."

"Do you know the timeline for our departure?"

"Unknown at this time Captain Spaik. As we speak my matriarch is explaining your presence, which is a concern with the science division. Apparently they are interested in my ability to sustain the amount of katras for such a length of time. Also, why I've not shown evidence of a diminished mental capacity."

"I understand, how can I and we be of service? You have taken on such a burden, we long for the peace that the ceremony will give us. Completion."

"Are you aware of your family consciousness?"

"Yes, they are aware of my presence and they were concerned about the ceremony to the caves."

"If you are unaware, that Vulcan High Command is curious about my ability to hold so many katras. The Science Division has created a mission to explore this. I find it intrusive, I desire to complete my wife."

Captain Spaik thought for a moment, "We can be of assistance to you S'haile Spock. We will relay our concerns to all of Vulcan to refute such action. We can project the thought as one consciousness."

"That would be acceptable and resolves T'Pau of her administrative confrontation at High Command."

"We give homage to you S'haile Spock. We have returned to the home of our forefathers and we all seek the peace that was promised for our dedication to Surak and ‘The Way."

Spaik left Spock's presence during his meditation, and Spock opened his eyes and cleared his daily pots. He went to seek his father and relay the information.

 


 

Meanwhile at Vulcan High Command, T'Pau sat around the oval table, again defending her grandson. But this time two Science Division Healers were present to plead their case to begin research on the katras.

Healer Volis stated his case: "It seems that S'haile Spock's mental abilities are more advanced than the previous healers had suspected. It is clear that Spock is able to deflect his capabilities, this is fascinating and a new area to research."

"Yes, though he is part Terran, his touch telepathic abilities are outstanding. We are curious of the possibilities." added Healer Tekav

"You mean the possibilities of offsprings with another Terran." snarled T'Pau. She knew their intentions and she made sure to close those doors.

"We could order him to have a complete physical and part of his evaluation will be to scan his thoughts and telepathic strength," stated Sudoc.

T'Pau looked at both healers and spoke firmly. "And we have agreed weeks before that S'haile Spock is here on my family request to celebrate his bride. I find it intrusive that my requests have been ignored. There are those  who have already interfered in my duties as the matriarch of the S'chn T'gai."

Sudoc continued with his request.

"T'Pau, we are aware of your position as matriarch of your clan, but it is the duty of the Science Division to expand our knowledge of our capabilities. Spock has displayed telepathic abilities, abilities which have not yet presented in other Vulcans. The Science Division is requesting an investigation, why are you hindering their research?"

T'Pau glared at Sudoc, "I am curious, do you believe your science background and knowledge gives you the right to speak for all of Vulcan?"

Sudoc and Suter raised their brows, their eyes blinking, and noted the implication of the statement. They were not phased by the insult.

T'Pau saw their reaction and she was not amused. She touched Spock's mind; his powers were beyond that of any Vulcan on record. She had researched with T'Lara the family history and that of other Vulcans. But at the moment, two commissioners have hidden agendas to exploit her grandson.

"They do not have the expertise or measurement to compare such abilities. That my grandson, the descendant of our founder of ‘The Way', is subject to such research is unconscionable and without merit."

Healer Tekev folded his arms in his draped sleeves, going against the highly knowledgeable matriarch. He was fascinated, but he needed to reassure her of their intention.

"I assure you that Healer Volis and I are quite capable of handling telepathic measurements, and we have documented countless Vulcans who decided to partake for the greater good of all."

"Such as when Spock was a child,  at which time he was informed that he was neither a true Vulcan nor capable of offspring?" T'Pau took a slow deep breath and concentrated on their next move.

Brows were raised at that statement. "Indeed."

Sutor folded his hands in his long sleeve and glared at T'Pau. "We could insist S'haile Spock to submit to the research on behalf of all Vulcan. He will find it an honor to commit to such a request."

"You will harm him more than observe and research him. I am aware that you have sought out the Intelligence and Weapons Division to exploit his abilities. I. Forbid. It." 

T'Pau is not known for her violence, but listening to the healers and Sudoc's probing might make her provoke an ancient ritual war. "I grow to weary of their ignorance."

Sutor asked as he straightened himself in his chair. "Explain"

"It was evident during Spock's ceremonial bond with his bride. I observed and inspected the intensity of their bond, it has developed its own defense system which will endanger any violators. His bond with the woman cannot be altered or dissolved."

"Then his seed could be processed and examined." requested Tekav.

T'Pau stressed again her disapproval. "Negative, you cannot, according to our historical laws and without direct consent. I have already performed his ceremonial marriage and it has been registered in the Hall of Records, they are legally bound. There shall be no interference!" 

At that very moment, a wave of intense conscious grief touched each person's thoughts, on Vulcan and beyond. First, there was pain, it was the internal personal feelings from the Intrepid crew. Then, there was their presence in those surrounded and touched by their consciousness.

It was then when T'Dess felt her grandson's presence and closed her eyes and bowed. Then it faded away, and the High Vulcan commissioners relented.

T'Pau looked at each member, glared, and confessed. "I saw and met Captain Spiak in Spock's consciousness. He and his crew desire to return to the ancient place of Surak, the Father of all our logic, to rest. You would deny this for your own personal gain, the natural culture of telepathy, to exploit an anomaly in our blood which is in my grandson."

Healer Volis voiced his opinion, "T'Pau, you are correct that Surak is the Father of our logic, it is because of that that we seek to expand the knowledge of our potential in telepathy. Science continues to be the unknown, we seek the heart of the matter."

"Did not the consciousness of the Intrepid touch you? Did we all feel the plea of those lost to return home to their resting place? Does the need of the many outweigh the need of the few?"

T'Pau glared at them again, except T'Dess who held her ground on this issue and mourned with her family.

 

"I concur with T'Pau, she speaks with wisdom. I felt my grandson's presence a moment ago, we should give respect to those who had lost much."

"See that they wait for us in the sacred caves. I need to prepare the High Priests for the transfer." T'Pau steadied herself with her staff and thought to herself that she had refused to engage in their politics. She gave them her hooded look of distaste and left. 

 "We have not concluded our discussion T'Pau."

She continued walking out the large double doors, followed by T'Lara.

T'Dess stood up and slowly looked at her fellow commissioners, "Did we not grieve when all of Vulcan felt the departure of their life force on that fateful day? But yet 1 minute and .074 seconds ago. Did we all not feel their presence?"

"I will assist T'Pau and the High Priests in the Halls of Katras in returning my grandson and the others who were lost from the Intrepid." She walked down the aisle and turned to address them again. "I will also make it clear that I will contest any further investigation of S'haile Spock, for he is a sovereign citizen." And left the silent group.

 


 

A little while later, as Sarek and Spock sat in his office, they viewed T'Pau on the monitor while she relayed the meeting with Vulcan High Command and Sarek commented.

"It seems that my son is sought as a research project instead of the commander of a starship."

"They implied that they would extract his seed to induce others of his capacity. Healer Tekav was insistent on this. I reminded them that Spock is a descendant of Surak; his bond to the woman is legal and cannot be dissolved." commented T'Pau.

"No harm will come to thee or thy wife son of Sarek." T'Pau looked at Spock with respect and honor.

Spock added to the conversation. "Spaik is willing to assist us if needed."

T'Pau raised a brow, "Indeed, he had conveyed this to you Spock?"

"Yes T'Pau, during my meditation. Captain Spaik will render any assistance to make it so."

T'Pau was further intrigued, "How can he assist us, Spock?"

"Did you not feel their presence during your meeting? That was them making a statement."

T'Pau raised her brow and made the connection. " Spaik had all of Vulcan feel their presence. It was beneficial and gave evidence that their peace superseded any research on you Spock."

"Indeed, I have reports that people had assembled at the Hall of Katras and await Spock's presence," commented Sarek.

"Yes, I had informed the High Priests and Priestesses of our arrival and the katras. They are preparing as we speak. Once the ceremony is completed then we will have peace and support from the people. Now I will prepare." T'Pau faded from the monitor.

"It is time to give respect to the fallen Spock, you have done well." Sarek stood up, did a slight bow, and left to get ready. 

As Sarek left his office his thoughts continued in conflict over his behavior about Spock attending Starfleet Command. He now evaluated the possibilities of Spock's attendance at the Terran force. "Perhaps I erred, the presence of the katras is evidence of such an event. If Spock were not in Starfleet, what would be the fate of the Intrepid?" 

 


 

Sarek entered their bedroom suite, greeted his wife, and informed her of the preparation for the Hall of Katras. Sarek again evaluated the effects of the katras, once they were in place, the people of Vulcan would see his value and IDIC. [Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combinations] 

Also, at the same time in Spock's suite, as they prepare to get dressed:

"A lot has happened since we arrived Ashayam. I've barely spoken to my mother. She must think I've abandoned her." Nyota said, pulling on her formal robe.

 

"Yes we have moved in haste since our arrival, Ihave not met your mother properly since our marriage ceremony. I believe I owe her apology."

"Once things are straightened out, I can spend some quality time with her before we go to the reception."

"At the moment the katras are the primary concern to be addressed."

Nyota looked at Spock and asked. "Where will they go?"

" The High Priestess will mind-meld with me, then the katras will be placed in the Hall of Katras where their consciousnesses will rest."

"What about the mind-meld? Will the transfer be... difficult?" asked Nyota.

"Unknown, my wife, it appears that few Vulcans were able to hold katras for a limited time. I am the one that has surpassed this, it draws attention from the Medical Science Division. They are curious that I can hold over four hundred katras for such a length of time. Especially considering the fact that I am half Terran. Which is unfortunate, as I have no desire to be observed. T'Pau has intervened in Vulcan High Command to discuss their interference."

"Then how about the rest of the ceremony, are there any other concerns?"

 When a High Priestess performs the detachment, it might have a lingering effect on the person."

"Okay, I don't like the sound of that!"

"I might feel an emptiness in my mind."

Spock went to Nyota and touched her fingers to reassure her.She asked: "Share your thoughts with me, Spock."

He touched her psi points and gave her everything he knew about the procedure and the discussion with Vulcan High Command.

"I'm beginning to love T'Pau more. She's more than a grandmother,  authoritative and highly respected as the records revealed. I don't like the fact that they have a hard time because you are part Terran, it makes me feel they are prejudiced and that bothers me!"

"I have come to terms with both sides of my heritage, because of you Nyota. Our cultures are blended and similar which I find quite interesting. I am aware that Earth also has had a violent past that surfaces from time to time."

"Yes, unfortunately, it surfaces."

They both continued to prepare for the ceremony.

 


 

Meanwhile, in another area of the compound, a concerned mother was trying to get ready. Saana sat on her bed with a worried look as she hadn't got a chance to talk to her daughter since she arrived. The ceremony was quick like they were at the Justice of the Peace. Saana did notice her robe; she looked so regal in it, it didn't seem like her daughter but someone else.

"My baby is a grown woman, I've got to remember that." sighed a concerned Saana.

As she got up and continued to get dressed for the Vulcan ritual, an idea came to mind to take mental notes. Just maybe they would let her document, as part of her project. Vulcan culture is so fascinating, and she wants to study it more, but right now it's dealing with a memorial service. So far she knows that their version for the soul is the katra. Most Terrans believe in some form of an afterlife, but from her understanding, their Vulcan katras are still functional. This is why she needs to seek more knowledge and more understanding. 

"I must ask Sarek once everything is settled, after the reception, now I am more interested than before. Maybe I can be presented to my Chancellor and stay here on Vulcan on assignment. I need to write a proposal that would satisfy the Vulcans and Terrans as a relations exchange."

Saana became excited about the idea. 

 


 

Hours later at the Hall of Katras, people gathered around the stone engraved temple. Waiting for their countrymen to come home to their resting place. The katras of each family revealed that they were contained in S'haile Spock and he had brought them home to rest. Husbands, wives, children, siblings, and grandparents were dressed in their ceremonial robes, and they all stood in silence awaiting the arrival of the S'chn T'gai clan. 

A gong rang, to symbolize the beginning of the ceremony; a procession of priests and priestesses wearing hooded white robes with gold braided trim, walked through the quiet crowd as they made to the steps that led up the waiting chambers below.

Then the S'chn T'gai family arrived, led by T'Pau, followed by:

Sarek and Amanda

Spock and Nyota

Saana

T'Lara and Shath

All dressed in their traditional robes. Another gong rung that ended the procession located in the inner chamber. The Vulcan High Priestess, T'Lar, walked to the clan, held up her ta'al hand, and addressed T'Pau.

"Matriarch T'Pau, what service do you desire this day?"

T'Pau held her ta'al hand and bowed her head slightly, " I have come to return what was lost from the USS Intrepid."

"Who holds such a task?"

"S'haile Spock of the House of Surak."

"Is he ready to release those who are bound?"

"Yes, I give thee S'haile Spock, Commander of the USS Enterprise, and his bondmate."

T'Pau stepped aside to let Spock and Nyota come forward, both knelt before T'Lar.

T'Lar spoke, "Spock of the House of Surak, are thee prepared what must be done?"

"Yes, High Priestess. I am aware of the possible effects as is my bondmate."

"Then come and proceed."

Several priests came around Spock and escorted him up another set of steps to a raised platform and instructed him to lay down. Two priestesses escorted Nyota to stand nearby, and another set of priests had the family nearby. This was Amanda and Saana's first time observing the katra ceremony, Amanda held her clasped hands and tried to meditate with all her strength that nothing was going to happen. Nyota closed her eyes and focused on the training Spock had taught her. She relied on the strength of their bond to help to anchor him.

T'Lar stood at Spock's head and scanned the area. "Are the urns ready to receive those who have returned?"

Two male priests replied, "Yes, High Priestess, according to records of the Intrepid."

T'Lar closed her eyes and lifted her head toward the ceiling, she slowly placed her hands on both sides of Spock's head and started the meld. She chanted the ancient history of katras, when she entered Spock's mind. She found the crew of the Intrepid, standing, waiting for their place in space and time. She also found that Spock's mind, his consciousness, was well ordered and disciplined. But T'Lar was astonished by the amount of katras.  So many in one mind had never been recorded, throughout Vulcan history. Standing before T'Lar was the crew and they acknowledged her. Captain Spiak stood before her and knelt, T'Lar touched the psi points on his face then he slowly disappeared. Each crewman stepped forward for their turn, one by one. Each person thanked Spock for holding them, bowing and acknowledging his clan title. The transference process took over five hours to complete. T'Lar lifted her hands from Spock's head, drained from the process, it had never been done for so many katras at once. T'Lar looked down at Spock, who was in a state of rest, in amazement. T'Lar addressed the family:

"It is done, the process is complete. I am honored to be of service to the House of Surak of the clan S'chn T'Gai. This task has not been recorded since the beginning, not of such a vast of quantity of katras at one time." She turned to the priests to address them:

"Let those who lost much, come to the lower chambers to seek their inner peace."

 

A row of priests and priestesses left to lead the family members of the Intrepid crew to their katras. At that moment, a gong rang multiple times, indicating that the katra process was complete. Three other priests went with water and a medical kit to attend to Spock, Nyota went to stand next to Spock and spoke to him.

 

"Spock, are you alright?"

Even though he was in his silent state he answered her: "I am well, the process was taxing but I am well my beloved."

"Then I will let you rest."

"Yes, but do not leave my side."

Nyota stepped closer and held his hand. Spock received it and did not feel ashamed. He felt loved.

Sometime later, as the family was leaving the Hall of Katras, heading down the stairs to their hover cars, Spock felt freedom in his thoughts. He knew the Intrepid had taken up a lot of space in his mind, managing the capacity, meditating to keep his own mind in order. It took a lot of concentration, but now there was a gap, a quietness, and emptiness left and well rewarded. Now the whole world knows that he held such a quest, the secret is out about his telepathic abilities. Will he be treated like a freak again, will he have to defend himself as a Vulcan? ‘NO' not this time, Spock is not alone. Not only does he have Nyota by his side, but  his parents and especially his grandmother had supported him. T'Pau accepted Nyota as his bride but also included her in the clan, as she did his mother. T'Pau defending him in front of Vulcan High Command must have taken a lot of her diplomatic techniques, which his father and grandfather had mastered. Spock remembered when he confronted his father and High Command on the decision to go into Starfleet versus the historical Science Academy as his forefathers had. It was unheard of. Now he can focus on the wedding reception and his wife.

When they reached the hovercars the Vulcan High Command Commissioner T'Dess waited for them.

She stepped out in front of T'Pau with the ta'al hand.

"Live long and prosper S'chn'Tgai family. On behalf of my family, we are grateful that my grandson has found his resting place. We give honor to you, S'haile Spock, for Rekan's placement in the Hall of Katras."

T'Pau held up  the ta'al to represent the whole family. "Peace and long life T'Dess, may your family find the peace you seek from Rekan's return."

T'Dess bowed her head still holding the ta'al, "Peace and long life T'Pau and the House of Surak." 

She stepped aside and watched them continue being greeted by other family members who lost loved ones. Rekan was the oldest of her grandchildren, his loss was a toll on the family. His station on the Intrepid had been an honored one, she and her husband had personally watched Rekan's academic growth in physics. The Intrepid was a great loss of knowledge and potential. It was to symbolize the greatness of Vulcan itself, a shining beacon of Vulcan philosophy. T'Dess was grateful that Spock had found Rekan, and the other katras, and returned them to Vulcan. S'haile Spock is a Vulcan of valor, much under the scrutiny of others. Now she will attend to her son and his wife with their grief. 

As the S'chn'Tgai family descended the stairs, people gave the ta'al and stated softly as they passed; "shaya tonat." [Thank you]

The S'chn'Tgai got into their hover cars and left to go home. The major part is over, Spock has done the impossible. Not only that, Spock was known as a legend. His achievements in Starfleet had represented Vulcan well, but he personally impacted Vulcan by returning the Intrepid katras. Spock became the most highly respected Vulcan, next to his father.

 


 

Meanwhile, several upset Healers and Commissioners contemplated their thoughts of the events that occurred within the 56.4 hours of Commander Spock's arrival.

" Will we never know the true potential of S'haile Spock's telepathic abilities?" asked Healer Voris as he paced the conference room.

"Sudoc also was concerned of the possibilities that the Son of Sarek could be useful in the Intelligence Division." "There is no law that could be used to force him to do any research or project."

"It is not wise to contest T'Pau again, she has made her stance clear on the subject," added Suter.

Healer Tekav commented, "The fact that S'haile Spock is bonded to a Terran is also hindering the investigation of the possibilities."

"Correct Healer Tekav, T'Pau did state that there is some form of  defensive mechanism triggered if the bond is broken or interfered with."

"I found it fascinating that S'haile Spock carried the Intrepid katras for such a length of time. Can you, Healer Voris, explain this?" asked Sudoc.

"I have looked extensively throughout our historical records, and no such event has not been recorded before or after the awakening. It is quite fascinating, we have only documentation of those who had, at most, three katras. But side effects were so detrimental to the holder that they required extensive treatment."

"Most unfortunate that they became Vulcans without logic!" commented Sutor.

Tekav continued: "Healer Voris is correct, those with the side effects did not recover and expired in treatment facilities. That is why we are interested and willing to invest in S'haile Spock's well-being."

"S'haile Spock had a successful transference of the Intrepid katras and recovered from it. His personal healer was present at the ceremony. It is also fascinating that the presence of those katras was felt throughout Vulcan itself. Just to infer questions to the S'haile would cause us to be grateful."

Sutor had heard their concerns and was interested in Commander Spock. He gave his final advice: "It would be wise to close this topic for now. S'haile Spock is here to celebrate his bond and ceremony which will commence in three days. To interfere at this point will cause more friction among the S'chn T'gai clan and resistance among the people. It would be wise to wait for when events are in our favor,  then we shall consider our options." 

All three Vulcan turned to Sutor and pondered on his words, Voris bowed his head and answered, "I agree, once the celebration is completed, it would be wise to seek what we want then."

Sutor also added, "Remember the statement that T'Dess had made, that S'haile Spock is a sovereign citizen. There will be those who will consider his position as a leader among the people."

With that, the subject of Spock's abilities was put to rest for the moment, knowing that Spock's popularity will cause more friction with both parties.

 

End Notes:

 

Hall of Katras- Memory Alpha-Fandom website

High Vulcan Priestess-T'Lar: Star Trek III: The Search for Spock

 

Chapter 28- Life after Death by Uhura the 9th
Author's Notes:

Beta Reader: SilverMoonfire

Summary: The Intrepid crew were finally placed to rest in the Hall of Katras, and the families gave homage to the S'chn T'gai clan. Spock had earned allies and respect for holding so many katras at one time, but there are others who are more interested in his abilities. Can T'Pau use her authority to keep them at bay? Now there's family time...

 

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Life After Death

Nyota went to sleep snuggled against Spock's warm body, liking the way their bond sparked every time they woke up. She missed that when she woke up and turned to find him already up, looking at her. Nyota smiled at him.

"Good morning ashayam"

"K'dlawa"

She stretched her arms and legs, "Maybe we can get some us time. Things have been hectic since we arrived."

"I agree K'dlawa, I believe some exercises and meditation is a start."

Nyota sighed at the thought.

"Exercise will help your body acclimate to Vulcan's atmosphere and gravity, but first let us meditate and commune in our bond."

"How about showing me more of Vulcan? There's such a rich culture here."

"Yes, I know you are interested in the history textbooks before the awakening, T'Pau has rare books that you might find interesting."

Nyota got up from their bed and hugged his waist, he leaned down and kissed her passionately, and then they both went to refresh themselves in the bathroom. As part of Nyota's continuing training, they both set up ansoi pots. Spock guided Nyota through their meditation where he reflected on the Intrepid. After meditating, they changed into Starfleet standard exercise clothes and left for a morning run. Nyota felt a difference right away; the heaviness of her lungs, and the weight of her legs. Spock demonstrated how to regulate the difference, and a few minutes later her pace increased. As they were jogging, Nyota noticed the landscape and the rest of her surroundings. Spock, who didn't even break a sweat or heave while he jogged, gave details about the flora and fauna around them. Nyota made a promise to herself, she would run every day to keep her stamina.

After their run, they showered and dressed in casual clothes, then headed into the kitchen. There, they find their parents preparing breakfast.

" Here comes the married couple," said Saana. Nyota went to her and gave a kiss on her cheek.

"Morning momma, Mr. and Mrs. Sarek."

"Mother Uhura, Sa-mekh and ko-mekh greetings"

Amanda clapped her hands together and smiled deeply, "Finally, we are all here as a family, are you both hungry?"

Sarek bowed his head and greeted his son. "Morning greeting Spock and Nyota"

They sat around the kitchen table, drank tea, juice, and ate their breakfast as a family. Amanda was beside herself; she never thought she would see the day her son married.

"Just wait, in a couple of days we will all be on Altairs VI celebrating the biggest reception!" Chimed Amanda, sipping her tea. Her heart wanted to burst with joy.

Sarek sensed his wife's exuberance through their bond, he too is in a place of contentment following the outcome with the crew of the Intrepid.

Nyota hadn't thought about the reception and asked, "I am curious, how many people are coming to the wedding reception?"

Amanda reaches over for her padd and scans over the list: "Huh um about 2500 people."

Nyota almost dropped her tea and looked at Spock, "Wow, that's a lot of people!"

"They are mostly people the Enterprise has encountered over the years, active Starfleet, Federation representatives and clan families here."

"That is interesting ko-mekh, may I see the guest list?" asked Spock

Amanda gives the padd to Spock and he begins reviewing the guest list.

Sarek says to Nyota, "Daughter, I hope you will find the opportunity to visit museums and other cultural events. Vulcan has historical monuments and literature that you will find interesting."

"Oh Nyota, you'll love their Art museums, I've been to a couple. I would love to do some research on their historical sites. Amanda has been a great tour guide."Said Saana.

"It was nothing, I enjoyed myself too" smiled Amanda.

Nyota giggling. "Already momma? You want to stay on Vulcan and claim digging sites."

As the rest of the family were conversing, Spock spotted a familiar clan and wondered why they were added. "Sa-mekh, the S'oleh-nau clan are invited to the reception?"

Amanda stopped listening to the Uhuras and looked at Spock. "That was your grandmother's doing. She insists that they attend your reception."

Spock spoke firmly, "It is not necessary or logical that they attend."

Sarek interjected, "Respect is due and required from them to attend your reception sa-fu."

At this point, Spock didn't want anything to do with that clan or the THAT woman who had spurned him. He slowly looked at his wife hoping she didn't fully understand the conversation.

"It is illogical for their clan to attend."

"It is part of their compensation and it is required as a means to show respect towards your position as S'haile." Sarek responded.

"Which clan are you referring to Spock?" asked Nyota now that her attention was drawn.

He was silent and stood with his hands behind him. Saana could see the tension building between family members, then Amanda looked at Sarek for permission and he nodded his head. She took a deep breath and explained to the Uhura's.

"Nyota might know, but Spock was... well.. sort of married before."[1]

Saana had a shocked look on her face. "Married before?"

"Yes Spock told me, but what does it have to do with our wedding reception?"

"T'Pau confronted the S'oleh-nau clan for... T'Pring's challenge during their Kal-i-fee. Vulcan High Command agreed with the facts, a Terran was placed in a vicious position. A well-known person."

"I don't understand, you mean some sort of fight?" asked Saana.

Amanda looked nervous. "Yes, you see Saana Vulcans pledge their children to get married when they grow up. When they reach maturity then a formal marriage is performed. The female can contest the marriage and ask for a challenge."

Saana leaned back and absorbed the information she heard. "This 'child marriage', is it a form of pledge between families to prevent wars or something?"

"In our past, it was so. The Awakening of Surak changed us from violence to peace, but some instincts could not be avoided and continued as our way of life. Challenges seldom occurred, until Spock's."

"So, let me get this straight, T'Pring is coming to our wedding reception?" Nyota asked with a stern look.

It seemed that T'Pring was haunting him in his current marriage and Spock could sense Nyota's tension in their bond.

"Yes, T'Pau invited the clan as part of their agreement to maintain peace between us my wife."

Saana asked, "Who was the Terran in their wedding challenge?"

"Captain Kirk!" Nyota snapped, she remembered when Spock shared the story, bringing back the resentment she tried to hide.

"What? Captain Kirk-your friend Spock?" Turning to look at Amanda and Sarek, Saana was confused.

Amanda, shaking her head to confirm, looked at Nyota's face as it turned into frustration.

Spock, feeling the anger grow in their bond, attempted to diffuse the problem.

"It is insignificant if she is there are not, T'Pau has invited them for a purpose of a peace offering."

Nyota folded her arms in front of her, and anger rose at the thought T'Pring would be there. A place where she considered her day.

"I won't forget what she did or the fact she almost killed my commanding officer. Spock and Kirk are the most recognized men in Starfleet with all the work they have done for the Federation, the galaxy, and humanity! Kal-i-fee! She did it on purpose, now she is coming to MY wedding reception!"

Nyota threw her hands up as she snapped in anger over the idea. She was breathing heavily and stared at Amanda and Sarek.

"Matter of fact, let her come. I want to meet the woman who messed with my man. I want to see her."

With that, Nyota walked out of the kitchen mad as a hornet, mumbling as she left. The rest sat quietly looking at each other. Spock's brow rose at the outburst of his wife, he found it illogical.

He understood why his family had the compensation, but the invitation was unnecessary to prove a point. Now his wife is upset about it, he had delayed dealing with his wife's resentment towards T'Pring for too long.

Then Sarek broke the silence, and looked at his son.

"Emotional isn't she?"

Spock raised a brow at his father. "She has always been that way."

"Indeed? Why did you marry her?"

"At the time it seemed the logical thing to do Sa-mekh."[2]

Amanda's mouth dropped open and looked between her husband and son in shock. Her face blushed at the thought.

Her husband told a joke,

her husband told a joke with Spock

They told a joke to-ge-ther.

A smile broke across her face and she started laughing loudly because they couldn't.

"I love you both, and please don't say it isn't logical because it is with you two."

Saana was totally lost, Amanda looked at her and waved.

"Saana, it's another long story."

Afterwards, Amanda calmed down from the shock of their joke.

Saana decided to share a little of how Nyota worked, or rather, her demeanor.

"Well after watching my baby girl walk out of here like a hornet, you should know some things about her and me now that we are family."

Saana took a deep breath, she had decided to face parts of her demons. The three of them turned to Saana from the heavy sound she made.

"I was never fond of Starfleet, it goes way back. I was married to Kayode in my late teenage years. He was such a handsome man, that he swept me off my feet. His family adopted me as part of their family versus my family who despised the Uhura's. Nyota has most of his looks in my opinion, when she was born she was the most beautiful baby ever. All moms feel that way about their babies, Kayode and I sure did. She was the most doted on child ever. We noticed her talents at such an early age, talking, walking early. She was our little princess. Then we noticed her aptitude for mathematics and science, so we enrolled her in the top schools which were hours away from home. As she grew older we noticed a change in her behavior. Nyota was small and younger than her classmates, and she would come home with bruises. Like any concerned parents, we confronted the school, administration, teachers, and parents about the issues. It turned out that her peers in the school were intimidated by her abilities. But that didn't stop her from learning and she became more advanced in the academic fields. She completed achievement testing that advanced her grade levels which led to more bullying. There were times she would cry and ask why, why were they treating her so."

As Amanda sat quietly and listened, she compared stories of Spock. How he too endured the same injustice because of his dual heritage. She found it astonishing that people are the same almost everywhere.

Saana continued with her story:

"We couldn't stop people from hating, but we did support Nyota in other ways. We found that she loved music and dancing. She would find the most difficult instrument and learn it, or the toughest song and sing it. But dancing was her best way of expressing her frustration and disappointments in life. Nyota is so creative, she would create music, songs on a whim because it made her feel special after the hurt from her peers. She would only entertain us. Once in a blue moon, she would do a concert, but she avoided school music programs to avoid conflict. Nyota never complained, just questioned people's motives. Then her uncle, my brother Zurberi, taught her how to fight and defend herself; a couple of the Japanese styles at first. She learned that quickly too and Nyota was able to put some of her peers in place and that took care of the physical bullying. But it caused another rift in her social life. No friends, only the instructors and professors would engage with her.

Saana did a deep growl and said, "I hate Starfleet."

"When they approached Kayode, it was a great opportunity to expand his career and extra income to support Nyota's endeavors. The pay was great and we were able to live comfortably. Nyota was able to go places around the world with the extra income and then she was invited to conferences or conventions. It was there she was introduced to different cultures and languages, where she saw conversation as a mathematical formula. Nyota began to learn languages with ease, picking them up like a glass of water. It was easy for her. By the age of twelve, she had mastered over two dozen languages. Then she was taking courses on xeno-cultures and languages.

Then...then Kayode died, which was a shock to both of us. A few months later my brother died on Neptune."

"I hate Starfleet!"

"My husband and brother were both killed serving Starfleet. I watched Nyota withdraw from life, and from me. But, Nyota's music and singing still comforted her and me. They were songs related to her father and uncle, Nyota took it hard that two of the most important people in her life were gone.

Nyota, as I said, was small for her age. She was not liked her female peers, who were into the opposite sex. She was considered a social outcast, so she just had her studies. Nyota kept to herself and was unnoticed by young men. Things were fine between us, we grew closer because of our loss.

Nyota wanted to join Starfleet at fifteen, she wanted to follow her father and uncle, but I forbade it. It was the start of a strained relationship, it was a matter of time. Meanwhile, when she hit seventeen or eighteen her body changed into a shapely woman and she got noticed by the opposite sex. Like it was overnight, 'VaVoom' popped a womanly body. But another type of bullying developed, this time it was just the girls, Nyota was getting too much attention. But she was determined with her courses and was not deterred how the other females treated."

Spock and Sarek looked puzzled not connecting the body development, while Amanda just giggled and imagined Nyota drawing all the male attention. "Slaying her dragons."

"But then when she became legal age and I couldn't stop her, Nyota and I parted on bad terms. At first, we didn't talk or correspond for a couple of years because of my stubborn grief. I knew she was getting excellent grades and awards because I would receive them. Things at the academy weren't different, the females were still mad at her for attracting the male population, but she met Charlene Masters, her only best friend. They both supported each other and became like sisters. It made me happy that she wasn't alone anymore. Then I made peace with Nyota and we slowly started talking again. I was able to attend her graduation, the best thing I ever did. I watched Nyota receive awards, acknowledgments, and congratulations. I was still bitter over the loss of my husband and brother and the fear I had for my only child wandering through space."

"I hate Starfleet!"

"Starfleet took Nyota into space where I didn't hear from her the first year when she was assigned to the Potemkin. Then finally, I would hear from her on a weekly basis, that wasn't too bad. But when she was assigned to the Enterprise and moved up in rank I would hear from her often and our mother and daughter relationship continued. I was so proud of her, she was fulfilling her dream. As a mother, you always worry about your children, no matter how old they get or how far they go. I didn't want her far from me, my only child. I was pleased when I found out that Charlene was with her and I knew she wasn't alone and slowly I met another woman friend named Christine. I didn't hear much about bullying or the friendships she had developed."

Saana held her head down, as she reflected her thoughts about Starfleet.

Spock reflected on the story about his wife from Saana's perspective and recognized the similarities in their struggles. His own father and Vulcan High Command were appalled about his decision to join Starfleet rather than the Vulcan Science Academy. Sarek had expressed it was a family tradition and required, and he too struggled with the purpose to serve in such an institution. Spock continued to listen as he compared his wife's choice for Starfleet.

Even Amanda saw the parallel of both children: how they made the difficult choice of careers and how it had to driven them away from their families with stress.

Saana continued with Nyota on the Enterprise.

"Nyota loved serving on the Enterprise. She would share how she made friends, her missions, her promotion to Lieutenant, her commanding officers. She talked so much about them I felt I was there with her. Sulu, Chapel, Mr. Scott, and Dr. McCoy, she would speak about them so highly. Her skills were being used and she felt like part of a family. She would describe each person on the bridge, how they impact her life and career. Because of that, I started to feel a little peace that she was safe. When I saw the wedding vid-pic, I saw a special bond and relationship. I am so proud of her."

"But still, I hated Starfleet."

"I was still dealing with my feelings towards them. I wanted to heal from the past. I just couldn't... a part of me didn't want to."

Saana sighed and continued her story.

"Nyota was happy serving on the Enterprise, out in space exploring the universe, while I was on Earth working at the university. When I didn't hear from her for about three weeks, I got concerned. There was nothing from the Enterprise or Starfleet. Then I got a vid-comlink; I will never forget the day, the hour, or the dreaded feeling when Nyota finally did reach me. Her face was blank and confused as she looked at me like she didn't recognize me and then she said...she said 'Are you my mother?' I lost it."

Saana cryed and choked, sobbing with deep streaks flowing down her face as she remembered that moment. Amanda jumped up to get her a tissue and hugged her.

Spock whispered, "Nomad." [3]

He remembered that day, and the incident well. A part of his Vulcan heart was affected when he witnessed the robot attack Nyota. He remembered the look on her face when she was escorted off the bridge, forever pictured in his mind. She looked like she was looking through him into his soul trying to find him. That moment the only person he shared precious time with was gone. Flashes of them playing their Vulcan lyres, her singing in the rec-room and working side by side. The hope of love that he wanted from her was gone in an instant when the robot stole her thoughts from her entire life. He remembered the crew's response to the whole event, a loss they couldn't recover, it affected the whole ship. Especially him.

"Then Dr. McCoy appeared on the screen and he explained her injury, that a robot wiped out her entire memory. That he and Christine were doing everything to help to reteach her and that Swahili was the first thing she remembered. That Nyota was working really hard to regain her thoughts, and that Captain Kirk refused to transfer her to a medical facility or starbase and that he was doing everything possible."

"I hate Starfleet!"

Saana said in a strained voice, twisting the tissue in her balled fist.

"My child, my only child couldn't ... she couldn't remember her own mother. She's out there in space alone with no family to comfort her. McCoy said he would keep me updated. Then I didn't hear from him for about six weeks. I was so hurt and felt helpless that I couldn't do anything to save her or be there. It hurts so much for a mother."

Saana wiped her eyes, now swollen for recounting the dreadful incident. Even Amanda who sat next to her was crying as well. She thought about the bridge between Spock and Sarek, those eighteen years of not speaking. The Babel Conference was the answered prayer for a mother to see them talk again as father and son. And even now to see them tell a joke made her heart swell. But she also remembered how she almost lost both because of Sarek's heart attack. She too wiped her eyes. To have both men back together, she was truly grateful.

After a crying pause, Amanda gave her water to drink and clear her throat.

"Thank you, Amanda. I guess you know what true mothers go through for the sake of family."

"Saana yes I do, yes I do and it never ends." As Amanda sat next to her again and continued to hug her for support.

"For six weeks I just got recorded messages of reports from Dr. McCoy that she was improving or they were running tests. Not knowing if she would ever recognize me again. Waiting for bits and pieces of her family to come back. Or the love that her father had for her. That was a tremendous weight on me. Then I got a com-link from her with her winning smile, she recognized me and called me 'momma'. Nyota told me all her memories were back, the good and the bad. She apologized for making me worried and she told me the whole recovery steps."

Saana sat up holding her hands tightly and looked at Spock and said in a broken voice:

"Thank you-thank you so much for saving my 'Star'.

Thank God for you that you decided to join Starfleet.

Thank you for saving and loving my daughter.

Thank you for giving back her memories.

Thank you for being my son-in-law."

Then looking at Sarek and Amanda.

"Thank you all, for letting me be a part of this family. I am honored. You see, Kayode's side of the family wished me well and a long life, but my side of the family, the Buhari's, resented our children's union. I've been by myself to deal with this so your family accepting me means a lot."

All you could hear were two women sniffing or crying. Sharing was a toll on Saana, she had kept her feelings to herself and never shared with anyone until she came to Vulcan. Two mothers love their men and children.

Sarek got up and gathered his wife in his arms where she rested on his chest. He felt the grief of Saana, to hear her, touched his thoughts deeply. The idea of losing one child. Just coming from the memorial of the Intrepid was cause for many deep feelings, as a Vulcan and he was not exempt. Even now, Sybok is nowhere to be found. He clearly understands his son's purpose and will not interfere again with his choice in career or life. Spock's wife completed him as a Vulcan male, and the strength of their bond was proof of something greater. He decided in that moment to make his feelings clear to Amanda.

"Aduna, please accept my apology. I will mend my relationship with our son."

Amanda looked up at him with so much love. "Thank you Adun, they will need us in the future."

"I agree. They will be a driving force in this universe"

"I love you Adun"

"K'hat'n'dlawa Aduna"

Amanda released Sarek and went back to hugging Saana.

"Saana you are family, and don't let a living soul tell you differently. I'm glad you are my friend and I'm not alone. Thank you for sharing that, I can see it took a lot to say and you did it by yourself. But now you have a whole clan that you can lean on."

"Thanks Sarek and Amanda"

Still sniffing, Amanda stood up. "I'll make some more tea for us."

Spock observed this intense moment, all these emotions were rare for a Vulcan family. He remembered when he decided to mind-meld with Nyota to restore her memory. He had explained to Kirk that when he melded with Nomad, he found Nyota's consciousness, her essence, and kept it. Jim told him to restore it, but then how would they explain Spock's extra abilities? It was a secret between the four of them. McCoy came up with a medical report saying Nyota's memory slowly returned on its own. Spock only wanted Nyota to be his lifeline, he waited patiently until the Eleusian mission.[4]

"Please, excuse me while I attend to my wife. Thank you, Mother Saana, for your compliments."

"Not compliments Spock, but facts and reality."

With that Spock headed to his suite to check on Nyota and prepared himself to address the T'Pring issue.

 

End Notes:

 

A/N:

Star Trek TOS: Amok Time [1]

: The Journey to Babel [2]

: The Changling [3]

The Battle for Spock Part 1: chapter 6 [4]

 

Chapter 29- Diplomacy by Uhura the 9th
Author's Notes:

Beta Reader: SilverMoonfire Summary: Nyota became upset when she found out that T'Pring would be at their wedding reception. Saana finally gave her version of why she hated Starfleet so much and shared that Spock saved Nyota's life. Sarek finally admitted that Spock made the logical choice in joining Starfleet.See the source imageSee the source imageSee the source imageSee the source image

 

Diplomacy

The Enterprise was on its way to Earth. There they will collect the President of the Federation, and Starfleet personnel. Meanwhile, the Quartermasters have been preparing executive suites and verifying food preferences. Kirk has given DeSalle the position of acting First Officer while Spock is out, and assigned yeomen to each dignitary that will be coming aboard.

The Captain hated this part of the job, catering to the big wigs, but the one person he worried about the most was Admiral Chester Nimitz. The man was dry, emotionless, and lethal. But Kirk couldn't hold that against the man, he knew how to run a fleet of starships, and Nimitz managed them like they were the old Fort Knox. Nothing got by that man. Kirk made sure his quarters were pristine.

He had the crew practice each guest's name and position within Starfleet, notifying the crew they were to stop what they were doing and answer the beck and call of the visiting dignitaries and officers. Then he had the galley Chef prepare nightly dinners; making sure Dr. McCoy, Mr. Scott, and Desalle were invited against their wishes. Kirk was not suffering alone.

36 hours out from Earth the crew was getting ready to finish their last act of duty. Three women were having breakfast and getting ready for duty. It seemed like old times:

"I can't believe it! Admiral Nimitz, coming aboard our ship!" Rhonda said excitedly while sipping her coffee.

Eve looked up at Rhonda and smiled, "It's amazing that the Admiral is going to Nyota's reception. What an honor."

Rhonda looked at Eve and wondered if they were going to Uhura's shin-dig since they were close to her.

"Are you two going to the reception? After all, you two are her besties."

Charlene finished her oatmeal and dropped the spoon in her bowl.

"As much as we want to Rhonda, it all depends on if the Captain releases us. We are still assigned to the ship until further notice."

Rhonda was still recovering from the fact that Uhura had stood in front of her, secretly married, and she hadn't known. 'What's worse,' she thought, 'is that everyone is putting them on a pedestal. Treating them like they were royalty or something.'

"May I join you?"

A soft voice caught their attention and they looked up to see Nurse Chapel. The three women shared a shocked look, but were still respectful.

Eve moved over to make room. "Good morning Chapel."

"Good morning everyone." Christine sat down with her tray and slowly started eating.

"Where have you been?" asked Rhonda. "I haven't seen you for over a month."

"I've been doing some deep thinking and reflecting," Christine said somberly.

Charlene looked at Christine carefully and noticed that had she lost weight and possessed a softer demeanor. Charlene reached over and touched her hand.

"It's good to see you old friend."

Christine looked up at Charlene and smiled, "It's good to see an old friend too."

An awkward silence fell on them and Christine paused, wanting to address the elephant at the table.

"First, I want to apologize for my behavior concerning Mr. Spock. It seems I was..possessive on the topic and I am embarrassed by the fact. It seems that the little club got out of hand and Nyota had to confront them. It hurt other people and that was not my intention, so I ask forgiveness if I was standoffish or disrespectful to you in any way."

Rhonda leaned back in shock at her confession, she was speechless. While the other two women gave Christine a warm smile and reached over the table to hold her hands.

"Wow Christine that was deep, and yes we accept your apology," said Eve.

"I didn't know that my behavior was affecting the people around me. I was blinded-sided."

Charlene slowly glanced at Rhonda, "You weren't the only one, there are some still dealing with Mr. Spock and Nyota's marriage."

Rhonda replied, "Yeah, I am. Because, what was the big secret? Huh? I know what she did to Janet and Abby."

Charlene sat back and looked at Rhonda with contempt.

"First of all, if you knew anything about Vulcanians, or Mr. Spock, you would know that he is a solitary man. He doesn't mingle as others do. Plus, it was his wish to keep the relationship a secret because they're both senior officers. The captain gave consent for them to date, get engaged, and marry!"

Rhonda said smartly, "Okay, okay, I get it. Now stop snapping at me!"

"But you've been sticking it to Nyota since they came out!" added Eve.

"Well some things take time to get over. I am going on duty now, SO Excuse me!" Rhonda got with her tray and left.

Charlene looked at Christine, "I've been dying to tell her off, but I meant to do it in a nice way."

"I get it, and thanks Char - I know you tried to tell me non-directly about the relationship. I was hurt when it came out. I had misplaced feelings and I took it out on the wrong people." Christine's eyes filled with unspilled tears. "Not now - keep it together girl."

"I'm sorry about that too, I swore not to discuss or reveal it to anyone other than the people Nyota chose."

The three of them sat quietly until Christine finished her breakfast and they started to leave together.

Charlene was relieved that Christine was seeing things differently and noticed her somber behavior. They stood in the corridor while other crew members were passing by them, Christine looking at Charlene and Eve, wanted them to know that she was grateful. Eve met her eyes and broke the silence, "Maybe we can to do a ladies' night or something."

"Now that's a great idea, our missions have been low key lately," added Charlene

"Okay, I would like that- I just want you both to know that I will talk to Nyota and make amends. The New Jersey mission was an eye-opener, she saved the lives of the colonist and me. I realized how important my relationship with Nyota was, and I also saw how she and Spock-just meshed."

Christine sighed deeply, that took a lot to admit. She saw the blank face of Eve and the teary look of Charlene. Charlene grabbed and hugged Christine, fighting back the tears.

"Nyota would like that because she misses you and us hanging out."

Eve tugged on Charlene's sleeve, "Ladies, we're going to be late for duty and the captain has been edgy because of the diplomats."

Both women turned and waved bye to Christine as they jogged down the corridor to catch the next turbo.

Christine stood quietly as the busy crew walked around her, she reflected on the conversation with Eve and Charlene. Things are starting to work out, now her biggest hurdle will be to facing Spock and Nyota.

Christine headed to sickbay to start her short re-entry back to work; she has to prove to McCoy that is capable of returning to full duty. It will keep her from idling on her loss and allow her focus on her shore leave on Earth. Latoya asked her to jot down activities to do while she was on leave, besides visiting family and friends. Things she has always wanted to experience.


Sometime after her duty in sickbay, Christine met for the last time with Dr. Robinson.

"Christine, you look lovely in that outfit. Is there a special occasion?"

"No, I felt like dressing up a little, and thank you for the compliment."

"I've noticed the change in your face and body. You look like you've gained some of your weight back, and your demeanor has markedly improved."

"Thank you."

"This is our last session before your shore leave, did you get a chance to find things to do on Earth?"

"Yes, I did!" Christine handed Latoya her padd of information and she quickly glanced at her choices.

"These are quite good. Have you been skiing before?"

"No, but I am willing to learn something new."

"Good. This new experience will be another step in the right direction, and don't forget to keep those therapeutic swimming sessions."

"Yes, I do find it relaxing and it helps with my frustration, LaToya. I have a report to give. I talked with Charlene and asked her to forgive my behavior during the whole event over Spock and Nyota. She and Eve felt relieved and comfortable that we're planning a time to get together."

"Christine, that is great news and progress!"

"Yes, I did add the experience from the New Jersey mission was impactful."

"This time away will also solidify your progress. Just take one day at a time and accept new things as they come."LaToya gave her a somber look.

"I will LaToya."

"Do you have anything else you need to share?"

"No, not really."

"Just remember, I am available for you any time and I will make a report to McCoy and the captain on your progress."

"Thank you again for helping me face my feelings about Spock."

"You did most of the work."

Christine stood up and hugged her. "Thank you, LaToya."

"You are welcome to have a good night."

Christine left her session with a better attitude and outlook on the future. As she left, LaToya reflected on how much progress Christine had made. But Uhura will be her biggest challenge in her recovery. She really thought at the beginning of their sessions that Uhura had stolen Mr. Spock from her. But the realization that she was in love with both men at the same time made the difference.

"I hope these sessions benefitted her."

As she continued to write her report for the captain and McCoy, she thought about Lennie's interest in Christine. The conflict of feelings within the ship was high when the crew wasn't on a high-risk mission. The New Jersey colony was a good distraction and had put everyone's focus back on their duty. Now everything was focused on the wedding reception, which is a big to-do throughout the quadrant.

LaToya huffed. "I need a shore leave."


Spock and Nytoa were still the hottest news in the Sol System as the Enterprise docked on the space station above the planet. The crew was ecstatic about reaching Earth and Christine continued to get ready to disembark on her next mission of recovery. Kirk gave her an extension on her leave, not knowing how long the Enterprise will be stationed at Vulcan after Spock's reception.

The nurses had given her a dinner party the night before and they had re-established their working relationships as well as their friendships. Christine had apologized again for her behavior, and if she had made them feel intimidated. After the dinner, she reflected on how her relationship with Spock had affected the people she worked with and was hit with a sense of sadness. Her obsession had caused so much strife.

As she reminisced, two male yeomen carried Christine's duffle bags to the transporter room. She is taking the turbo to the transporter, on her way towards recovery, and a new adventure. The yeomen entered the room and placed her things on the padd as Christine thanked them, she turned to see Mr. Scott and Dr. McCoy standing at the controls.

"OH, doctor, I didn't see you! Hi Scotty."

"Aye, we are your goodbye committee," Scotty said chuckling.

McCoy came from around the console and approached Christine. "I just wanted to make sure you had a good sendoff. Your team will miss you."

"Not you Lennie?"

"I hope you will miss my charming, southern, charismatic ways."

"Who else are you going to yell at when Captain Kirk lays on the biobed?"

"I'll have to continue training Nurse Running Deer, that's all."

"Lennie, are you here because you are going to miss me?"

"I'm a doctor, not a greeting card message!"

They both laugh at his statement, but Leonard wasn't ready to say goodbye. He touched her elbow and escorted her to the transporter pad. Leonard had something heavy on his mind, something that he'd been waiting to say for some time. This moment was his last chance to explain his boorish behavior.

"Well, Lennie, thank you for believing in me and recommending LaToya. I got a better sense of myself."

"That's what friends do, we try to help out the best we can."

Leonard had prepared a speech, something to let her know of his intentions. This was his last chance, a make or break an opportunity. He cleared his throat and licked his lips as he tried to say what he should have said months ago. No, years ago.

Christine had positioned herself on the pad, looking at McCoy, and smiling. Then, Lennie said something that had her in shock, her face was blank and her mind couldn't process it fast enough. She froze and stared at the man. Her mind picked up a few words:

'finish'

'Spock'

'Dinner'

' you'

"What -did you- say, Lennie?" Christine was stumbling over her words, she wanted to make sure she had heard him clearly.

Meanwhile, Scotty observed the whole interaction and was surprised by McCoy's declaration. So much so, that he just stared at the both of them and acted like he wasn't there. Which was fine, he looked at McCoy make his move on the nurse.

"I said, when you finish pining over Spock, I-would-like-to have-dinner-with-you!" Pointing his finger between himself and Christine.

McCoy looked at the shocked look on her face when it finally registered that she understood. Her response came back garbled.

"Uhm sure, I mean yes. Yes, I would like that."

Christine stood like a schoolgirl getting her first date, licking her lips. Her mind was still processing what had just happened, she just stared into Lennie's deep blue eyes and saw something. He liked her, he liked her and that made her heart jump.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes..yes, Lennie I was just surprised...I never knew or thought," she whispered, getting caught up in her words.

"Yeah, your focus was elsewhere. But now you go get better and take care of yourself." Lennie stepped back and once again stood next to Scotty.

"Bye Miss Chapel." Leonard said as Scotty moved the controls and they both watched her dematerialize.

Scotty gave McCoy a curious look. "I see you have taken a liking to Nurse Chapel there?"

Leonard gave a deep huff and hoped that Scotty could keep a secret. "Yeah, it was hard competing against a friend. He was all she could see."

"Aye, I had the same problem with a lass. It was hard to not be noticed."

"I had to let her know where I stood. I'm tired of being the second banana in the dating department and today I decided to take a chance."

"Imagine competing with the captain! He's such a ladies' man, everywhere he goes the lassies fall for him."

"Both of them. Do you know how it feels to be in the shadow of friends who always gets the girl?"

"Aye, I do doctor!"

"Even Spock, the quiet type, gets the girls."

"Aye, with 's personal club in all."

McCoy finally looked at Scotty, " Do you have a girly club?"

"Na, the only girls I have are those engines, and I always talk to them."

"Well, neither do I. I have bottles of liquor with names on them."

"Aye, my bottle is vintage Scotch."

They stood for a few seconds and McCoy overcame his melancholy mood.

"Please, don't tell anybody this."

"No problem McCoy, your secret is safe with me."

"I know it's early, do you want coffee or a stiff whiskey?"

"If it's Scotch, then I'm game!"

"Scotch it is."

Both men clasped each other's backs and left laughing.


Later on, two Starfleet officers are standing at a receptionist's desk requesting to see Everett Taylor.

"Excuse me Mr. Taylor, but I have two Starfleet officers requesting to speak to you!"

"Two officers?"

"Yes, one says you were expecting her when she came back to Earth!"

Everett stood up with his mouth open.

"Show them to the conference room and give them anything they want and notify Michelle that they're here."

"Yes, right away!"

Everett clapped his hands and practically ran out of his office to the conference room. As he was walking, he intercepted Michelle going in the same direction with a big smile on her face. They entered the conference room together and saw two female officers, recognizing both. Everett walked straight towards Eve and gave her a big hug.

"Girl, you made it!"

Then he looked at Masters, "You're the Maid of Honor!"

"And bestie to the bride!" Charlene said smartly with a winning smile.

"You're too sassy for me! Come and sit. Let's talk!"

The four of them sat at the conference table where Michelle introduced herself.

"Just in case Everett forgot I was here, I'm Michelle Combs. I'm glad you were able to come!"

"Yeah, but I'm time-restricted, we can't stay long," said Eve.

"She's right, we were barely able to get a shore leave pass," said Charlene.

Everett was excited and jumped in, "Let's get to work." He snapped his fingers, summoning a group of people with padds to the table.

Eve pulled out her padd and typed in some codes, projecting her name on their large monitor before revealing Nyota's gown. It showed more details up close and the headdress's intricate beadwork. Everett sat down in awe with his mouth open.

After 2 hours of negotiations and planning, Charlene took note of the time and gently touched Eve's arm.

"Eve we have to go or we'll miss the ship!"

Michelle stood up with a big smile on her face, "I hope this works. You think you'll be able to get Vulcan involved?"

Eve and Charlene stood up. "We'll have to contact you because of Vulcan's policies and requests. I'll confirm it with Nyota. She's the chief of communication."

"It doesn't matter, it's better than nothing. We've heard Vulcan isn't broadcasting because of what happened to Professor Uhura."

Charlene and Eve were shocked. "Wow!"

Everett added, "Yeah, the wedding reception of the universe, this close to Earth."

Michelle escorted both women out.

"Thanks again for your time ladies, and see you soon with more designs."

As Charlene and Eve were heading back to Starfleet Eve stopped, looked at Char and started screaming, "I got a contour shop!"

They both laughed and continued on to Starfleet.


At Starfleet Command, Chester was preparing his luggage for departure to the Enterprise for Altair VI. As Altair VI was primarily a diplomatic base, with accomodations suitable for multiple species, his personal assistant had made living arrangements for the duration. He commended the Vulcans choice of location, since many of the guests are either established Federation members or new ones. Chester owes those new members to the exploration and efforts of Kirk and his crew. Commodore Rahja gave the admiral updates on any security threats, so far there had been none. Measures had been taken. Central Intelligence and Vulcan Central were coordinating efforts for the safety of the reception, since multiple dignitaries had been invited. Once that was taken care of, he was able to reflect on the one person that had occupied his mind since her departure. 'I wonder how she is doing on Vulcan. Ishe thinking about me?'

Chester threw a shirt in his bag. "I don't get why I'm so nervous, I command ships of the 'fleet and one woman makes me feel this way!"

Chester sat on his bed, agitated, and ruffled his hair. "Pull yourself together!" he told himself as he got up and continued packing. His door chimed and he commanded it open. His aide, Walters, stepped in and addressed him.

"Good evening, sir."

"Walters, I'm ready, are you?"

"Yes sir. Enterprise has docked and is being supplied as we speak sir."

"Has the president been notified?"

"Yes, his entourage is also heading for the ship along with the other dignitaries who are accompanying on Enterprise, sir."

"Good, then I am ready. I don't want to keep our good captain waiting!"

Walters carried the admiral's bag out of his quarters, and Chester followed him to the transport.


The crew was running frantically around the ship, every yeoman was adding touches to the assigned quarters for the dignitaries. Lt. DeSalle was assigned to the shuttle bay to receive some diplomates while Kirk and McCoy were at the transporter room in their dress uniforms.

"Remind me to get back at Spock for making me wear this choker -can't stand dress uniform!" swore McCoy as he pulled on the collar with his fingers.

Kirk glanced at him and chuckled in agreement while pulling down his tunic.

"What makes matters worse, Bones, is that we have to wear them again at Spock's reception."

Bones rolled his eyes up, "I can't stand it, now I need to notify the quartermasters of more of this-this crap!"

"Just make sure you order your neck size larger."

"Blast it, Jim, I keep forgetting! I don't wear this harness all the time."

The signal from the console indicated that it was time for the guests to arrive, Lt. Kyle adjusted the controls.

"Admiral Nimitz and his party are ready, Captain."

"Thank you."

Admirals Nimitz and Trenton Upton materialized on the platform with their aides. The Boseman blew the whistle and all of Kirk's men stood at attention and said,

"Admirals on board!"

Chester quickly glanced around the room and took a deep breath.

"No need for the fanfare Kirk."

Kirk moved forward to greet the men.

"It's a rare occasion that the Enterprise has the Fleet Admiral and company aboard. Welcome aboard the USS Enterprise Admiral Nimitz, Admiral Upton."

"Permission to come aboard?" asked Upton

"Permission granted."

The two admirals and their aides stepped down for more greetings and Kirk addressed McCoy.

"This is our Chief Medical Officer, Dr. Leonard McCoy."

"Welcome aboard gentlemen, please let me know if you need any assistance."

"Thank you, Doctor." panned Nimitz

Kirk asked both men, "Would you like a tour of our ship Admirals?"

Chester looked at Trenton and said briskly, "Upton if you wish? But I have no desire, this is not an inspection Kirk. I'm just going to a wedding reception. Has the president arrived?"

Kirk was taken aback by the tone of his answer, "No, Admiral, not yet."

"Inform me of his arrival and I will meet him, in the meantime, I would like to be escorted to my quarters."

Kirk addressed two freshly arrived yeomen, "Take the Admirals to their quarters and have Lt. Palmer inform me of the arrival of President Demtrios."

"Yes, Captain."

Kirk continued to stand straight up as the yeomen escorted the admirals and their aides down the corridor. Once the door closed everyone took a deep breath and Bones looked at Kirk, "The man is maintaining his reputation of playing hardball."

Kirk shook his head slowly, Nimitz is tough as nails. "I hope dinner will be a little more relaxing."

They turned to Lt. Kyle, "Who's next on the guest list?"

"The Andorian representatives Sir."

"Okay, Bones let's get this over with." Kirk takes a deep sigh and waits for his next guest. If Nimitz's display was an indication of what his trip to Altairs VI would be like, it didn't look good.


After all the dignitaries had arrived and settled in, the Enterprise was on its way to Altair VI. President Demtrios and his wife were given a tour of the ship with Nimitz and Upton. Nimitz took mental note of their efficiency and was pleased with Kirk's crew, as was to be expected aboard the flagship. Chester will have Walters send a complimentary message after the reception. Demtrios did most of the talking and his wife asked questions which Kirk answered appropriately. Nimitz strolled behind them, taking in the scene and thinking about one particular woman the ship was bringing him closer to on Altairs.

Dinner was buffet style, everybody mingled in groups to eat. Kirk and McCoy stood in proximity to Nimitz and his aide Walters, making sure all his accommodations were met. Lt. DeSalle was hosting Admiral Upton, the president and his wife. Everything was running smoothly, just the way Kirk wanted, no issues. When Kirk was able to get Nimitz and Upton alone he asked the question,

"Excuse me Admirals, where will the Enterprise be docking?"

Trenton spoke up on behalf of Nimitz.

"Kirk, your ship will be docked back at Earth's station for updates. But a Vulcan technician team will be adjusting some areas on the ship."

Kirk raised a brow with curiosity. "Will they be installing a new device or something?"

Nimitz and Upton looked at each other to decide how much information to reveal.

"Well, you could say that, but mostly it's a gift from the Vulcans," said Upton.

"Kirk, that's all we can reveal at the moment," added Nimitz with a smirk. "Your crew will have an extended shore leave, which is a gift in itself. I usually don't allow so much delay or recess from duty. But because of the Vulcans, adjustments were requested."

Kirk tried to figure out what he meant.

Trenton continued, "When shore leave is over, the Enterprise will retrieve Commander Spock and Lt. Uhura for full duty and your orders will be received then."

"Yes Sirs"

Trenton asked Kirk a question about his recent visit to Vulcan. "Kirk, it's my understanding you have met T'Pau?"

"Yes, the first time I met her...she was and is very intimidating. I found myself accommodating her request."

"Interesting. There are times I have wished she was part of the Federation Council, her expertise in diplomacy is impeccable," Nimitz stated.

"I've always had the impression that she is trying to figure me out." added Kirk.

"Her voice speaks volumes in any situation. How is she connected to Commander Spock?" Trenton asked.

Kirk stopped walking and looked at both men, he was surprised no one knew the connection.

"You don't know?"

"Vulcans do not let personal information off their planet. We know T'Pau is one of the most highly respected people not only on her planet but in the Federation." stated Nimitz.

"Gentlemen, Sarek is the son of T'Pau. Spock is her grandson!"

Both men almost fell out of their shoes and their mouths dropped open.

Nimitz spoke up, "I knew Commander Spock was Ambassador Sarek's son, but T'Pau is his grandmother?"

"Yes Admirals, Spock's family is one of the highest respected on their planet and they are direct descendants of their cultural leader. Surak."

"Now I see the connection, I respect that they kept it so low-key." Nimitz commented.

"The thing is gentlemen, they don't have a status quo. Vulcan has a nonchalant behavior on their outlook on family relations," Kirk added.

Trenton added, "Yes, you are correct Kirk. Thank you."

Nimitz continued to think about the relations between the Federation's best diplomat, Sarek of Vulcan, and his more famous mother T'Pau. No one could have imagined that they were related. 'How in the devil did Commander Spock end up at the academy? Glad that man is on our side.' As he introduced himself to the next diplomat.

Kirk went back to entertaining the diplomats and preparing for their arrival forty-two hours.

He wondered how Spock and Nyota were doing on Vulcan. "I hope they are doing better than we are."

 

End Notes:

 

A/N:

Hey! I have 6 more chapters to this book. There will be some unanswered questions at the end. I've been working on this one over 2 years. I want to thank my followers for hanging in there. I'm still following some of my favorite stories and they are taking longer than mine! LOL So bear with me.

 

Chapter 30-The Battle over T’Pring by Uhura the 9th
Author's Notes:

Beta Reader: SilverMoonfire Summary: Christine is on shore leave on Earth and has found out that McCoy is carrying a torch for her. Christine made amends with associates such as Eve, Charlene and the nursing department. Nimitz is enroute to Altairs VI on the Enterprise to meet his special lady. Back on Vulcan another problem is unfolding, Nyota found out T'Pring is invited and had an emotional outburst. Now, Spock needs to confront Nyota about her strong emotions that are being projected.
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The Battle over T'Pring

Spock left an emotional scene with Nyota's mother. Saana was retelling the story of Nyota's birth to her acceptance to Starfleet, Her version of Starfleet was bleak and showed resentment due to the loss of her spouse and her brother. She gave a detailed version of Nomad, from her perspective, and how it had impacted not only her but his family as well. As Spock traveled back to their suite on his family estate, he reflected on Nomad and how Christine had assisted in Nyota's recovery. He had been unaware of her infatuation until after he declared his affections for his wife. Space has the tendency to negatively impact personal lives. Kirk informed him that Chapel received her psychological evaluation for her bundled emotions. He was still perplexed that a club was formed in his honor, with the intention of pursuing him. " Most illogical"

The current problem at hand was a dangerous one. Nyota intends to confront his former betrothed. He recalled when he first revealed T'Pring's machinations to Nyota, how her facial expression had intimated a negative response when he explained that T'Pring has attempted to use Kirk against him. She expressed concern that her actions would impact his Pon Farr, but lately Nyota's emotions in their bond had been stressed, especially when T'Pring was brought up. Even her thoughts would reveal anger. At first he was unaware of its source, but a few moments ago it was clarified. Nyota felt strong resentment toward a female she had not met. "Most illogical."

Nyota stormed out of the breakfast area like a witch on a broom-she had never felt such anger. "The thought of that bit$h coming to my wedding reception!" Nyota had other plans for her meet and greet with T'Pring, she had searched Vulcan's ancient laws of violations and found one. She was going to challenge the broken law to get justice for what T'Pring had done to Spock and Kirk. As she was walking back to their suite, breathing like a dragon, Nyota realized she had made a mistake, a big mistake. She slowed her pace, "Oh no-what have I done." Slapping her forehead, she realized her outburst wasn't just in front of her husband but also her new in-laws. She dragged herself inside the room, sat on the bed and reflected on her actions.

"What a wife I am. Nobody would believe that I am an officer in Starfleet."

Nyota flopped back on the bed and wondered what her new in-laws thought of her. She made such an impression on their first vid-com back on the ship, now this. They must think she has no self control.

"I think I ruined my opportunity to improve their impression of me."

She folded her hands behind her head, and continued to rue her failure to keep her self-control. Now her chances were nil. "Are they?" "Maybe I can find a way to fight her privately." "But how would I get the message to her?" "Maybe Amanda can be an aide to help find where they live or contact her?" "Make a peace offering and have tea as a ruse!"

Nyota shot down the idea after thinking of another one and then a smile formed on her face , just as Spock walked in. She quickly recomposed herself.

"Spock, I know I lost control of my emotions- I feel so bad that happened in front of your parents!"

"No need, my parents are well versed in human behavior."

She looked at him quizzically.

"Okay?"

"I do have other concerns about you, my wife."

Spock sat next to her on the bed and continued to address the issue giving Nyota a serious look, it was time to be the husband and make her face the facts.

"For sometime I have felt in our bond a strong negative reaction coming from you. At first I thought it was a situation that had arisen and was resolved. But they resurface when we mention Vulcan and the ceremony."

Nyota sat still and contemplated her thoughts, she's been shielding them well on certain subjects. But, once in a while, they escape and could be picked up by Spock. Spock had told her that people's thoughts could be picked up if they were loud. She was aware of some incidents where her thoughts had escaped. Instead of covering them up, she answered her husband truthfully.

"You are right darling, I've been learning to control my emotions based on the techniques you have taught me to do. I've practiced meditation with you to master those emotions that might filter out towards you."

"A diversion," Spock thought, his wife was trying to distract from the issue. "Nyota our relationship has progressed in such a way that we are aware of each other, don't you agree?"

Nyota held her head down. "Yes, Adun."

"Please explain your research about our ancient history?"

She looked at him like he had read her thoughts, and felt that she was caught. "Did I reveal that in our bond?"

"No. I found research materials and a recent request from Vulcan that the librarian of ancient history asked for clarification."

"Now there's no secret to that!" Nyota said, throwing her hands up in surrender.

"Explain the research, my Aduna."

"I wanted to find out if T'Pring violated any laws that I could find to challenge."

"To a duel?"

Nyota nodded her head yes.

"It is illogical and unnecessary to instigate a confrontation which has no meaning Nyota."

"But Spock, she almost had you and Kirk killed in malice. It's like she has something against you. I want her to realize that Terrans can be as intelligent and resourceful as Vulcans. You don't think I know that Vulcanians have a low opinion of Terrans? I want to demonstrate that I am physically and emotionally capable of handling any challenge."

"Nyota there is no point to prove, T'Pring had made it clear that her choice was logical. She explained that my commitment to Starfleet is not what she desired and that I failed to maintain proper communication during our bond."

"But Spock, it's the integrity of it. She didn't want to waste her precious Stonn's blood but rather your commander and friend. I know you couldn't live with that!"

Spock knew he couldn't live with killing his captain and friend. He would have considered Kolinahr for the rest of his life. T'Pring would have been content with it.

"K'diwa, it is not logical to seek revenge of any sort, that is not our way."

"I want retribution, I want justice for what she did. Have you thought of the impact if you and Kirk died? I did! I couldn't live knowing that you had suffered such a great loss, or continue to work or serve in Starfleet. There is no other man I want scooping me up from the bridge than you."

"Nyota you are letting your emotions rule you, it's illogical. Therefore it is unnecessary to engage in confrontation with T'Pring. Her physical strength is 2.1 times more than yours."

Nyota leaned back and looked at Spock. "You don't think I can beat her?"

"That is beside the point. This idea of confronting another Vulcan over tradition is not reasonable or valid."

Nyota folded her arms over her chest and Spock saw that the conversation was not leading anywhere. It was then he decided to use another method to defuse the topic. He saw the determination in her eyes, he should feel honored she would defend him as she had defended him before. But, logically, it was unnecessary. He extended his fingers to smooth the tension, but he was working on another intention. Nyota took his fingers and felt the love pour through their bond. Spock said,

"I believe we should take a shower."

Nyota lifted both her brows. "Are you trying to seduce me?"

"Not unless you would like to engage in mating." Spock shifted his brow in invitation.

Spock had ulterior motives for taking a shower. One thing Spock had realized in his new marriage, his wife is stubborn on certain things. But the shower is neutral ground and serves as a therapeutic treatment on her body. It is more than sexual.

Spock realized that showers release stress for Nyota and help clear her mind, giving her a better perspective of the situation. He found it better to address serious conversations in the shower, for leverage. It gave him the opportunity to explain things with more clarity than logic alone could provide. His wife is an independent woman with creative thoughts. She may not be a high ranking officer, but her intelligence is a force to be reckoned with. Once he starts analyzing things from a scientific perspective, the objective is lost. But when he uses this subtle approach, Nyota is able to constructively discuss his terms. At the moment T'Pring is the center of the topic, along with her determination to avenge him for what occurred during the Kal-i-farr. Why Nyota chose to take on such a task was beyond him. Spock wondered if it was some form of Terran female ritual to validate him as property, these are things he will wait to ask once she has relaxed.

Nyota slowly took his hand and allowed Spock to guide them to the shower room. As a child, Spock had a large bathroom suite that had possessed an assortment of small plants and a sky light for the suns to serve as natural lighting. He lifted off her shirt and sports bra, gently pulling off her pants and undies, while he kept his eyes on hers. They opened up their bond and let their passion flow between them, a smile of pleasure and anticipation formed Nyota's face. Spock lifted his arms for her to remove his shirt and tilted enough for her to pull it over his head, ruffling his once perfect bangs. She began removing his pants and underwear, revealing his chiseled lean frame, and ran her hands up and down his torso and thought loudly,

"Damn, this man has a mean set of 8 packs."

"Thank you, I find your mammary tissues most interesting to observe and touch."

Nyota leaned back and laughed heartily, "Is that another way of saying that I'm sexy?"

"I believe so."

"I also find your gluteus maximus very appealing as well."

Nyota awed at his comment, "You find my a$$ sexy too! Honey, you are winning kudos for that comment!"

Spock touched a panel on the wall and water started to flow from the ceiling to the center of the room. It was designed to recycle and flow at a moderate rate to conserve.

That's how it begins, with a little touch, a little comment to set the tone of their shower therapy. Spock took a stool and she sat, he knelt and started soaping her feet with scented wash. Resting her foot on his thigh and gently rubbing her heel and toes. Nyota started moaning in pleasure from his ministrations. Spock took note that her feet were one of her erogenous zones, with his Vulcan touch her body started to relax and he watched her sway and moan with delight.

"Mmmmuumm, that fe-els sooo good."

Spock remained quiet in their bond as he continued to rub and scrub her foot gently. Then he proceeded to the next one as he softly placed the massaged clean foot down. Nyota continued with her moaning and awing.

He was able to provide intimate touches, to make her refocus and rethink her thoughts, rather than reacting to them. Rotating and using his finger to draw small circles on her skin, he slowly moved up to her ankle. Spock repositioned himself so that he had both ankles accessible to administer equal attention, while Nyota continued with her moans of satisfaction. Spock kept his eyes on her face, observing her responses to his touch and feeling her body with his fingertips for reaction. He was pleased that the method was working, he was only on phase one. After a few minutes his hands glided up to her golden brown calves where he found tight muscles from running this morning. He applied a little more pressure to loosen her tight tendons. Her moaning increased with a hissing sound, he applied more soft soap and oils. "Mine." popped in his thought as her sound entertained his sensitive ears. The water continued cascading down, like rain water softly beating against their skin. After the calf rub, Spock retrieved a water mat and laid it on the floor. He picked his wife up and laid her gently on the ground on her stomach, she looked into his eyes and wiped the water gathered around them. Spock positioned himself and started lathering her back and applied more oils. His hands glided up and down her back, gently massaging the tight muscles, and more moans continued. Then his hands stopped at the junction of her butt and a small smirk appeared on his face. His second favorite piece of her anatomy was in view. He squeezed one of the tight muscled globes, he had seen many men stare at her butt, watching Nyota walk by and they would stare as her hips would swivel those tight muscled mounds. He gently stroked the firm brown mound and he heard a giggle break into the silence. He applied more oils and his hands danced over her backside as Nyota opened her legs to give him access to her thighs, and he continued to minister there. He enjoyed watching her body glisten from the oils.

"You are torturing me and I enjoyed it soo much. Your hands are masterful in massaging my body."

"Why thank you."

"I think it's my turn!"

"I have not finished, I need to complete the process while you are on your back!"

Another soft laugh.

"I need to return the favor so you and I will be in the same condition."

"As you wish."

Nyota sat up and looked into Spock's eyes and saw his love, she touched his face and gave him a smile. He kissed the palm of her hand. Nyota knew if he massaged her front, it would be the end of her, she would have an orgasm.

Spock sat on the stool, she opened his legs and knelt with her back facing him. She picked up one of his long legs and draped over her shoulder, and started soaping and oiling his foot. Spock didn't make a sound but embraced the treatment, the feeling of her hands caressing his foot played on his mind. He liked it only from her. She tapped his foot for him to switch legs which he did automatically. He closed his eyes as the other foot received the same soap and oil treatment. When she finished, Nyota turned to work on his calves by extending his long leg and kneeling again, giving them a rubdown and soft kneading by using the back of her palm and forearm. Nyota glanced up into his dark piercing eyes, looking at her as she worked his muscular, toned calf and lower thigh.

When she finished that area, she stood up so Spock could lay on his stomach on the mat. He stretched out his long arms, she straddled Spock at his hips and sat, leaning forward to the back of his neck and massaging, kneading gently into his flesh. She watched a green tinted hue form on his skin. Spock was all muscle with little to no fat. His frame appealed to Nyota, his back wide, tight waist and narrow hips. "Mine." Once in a while her breasts would brush against his skin and there would be a slight twitch from his shoulder blade.

While she was working on Spock's back, Nyota started to reflect on her thoughts of T'Pring. "What woman would turn down a man like Spock, just because he's half human? I'm still amazed that Vulcan has racism."

She sighed deeply enough that Spock took notice.

"Speak your thoughts Nyota."

Now that the scene was set, Spock would start the slow process of reasoning with her. For them to co-exist together this was what they must do to communicate with each other on common ground.

"I want to explain something about me and my nature. I know that I am stubborn and often my mind is set when I know something that I want. It becomes my goal."

Spock did not respond, he had learned to let her complete her thoughts. He remembered very vividly about pushing his statements while she was talking.

"I am a woman, a human female, and I hope my being one I will not disappoint you. When you first told me the story about your kal'i'fee and how she chose Kirk 'your best friend' to duel against you, to the death, it struck a chord deep in my core. The anguish, just the thought of killing your best friend under the influence of a traditional duel. Had you won, then you would have a wife by forced traditional marriage and a long life mourning your friend. I know her jealousy of you made her act against you. My love, vengeance was in her heart. I know she was aware of who Kirk was to you, she spoke of your legend that she refused to live with, she had known about your exploits with Kirk for years. My love, I won't let that to go. Since we have shared thoughts of our past, know your pure heart.

Spock saw the intensity in her statements and in her eyes, Nyota was serious in her thoughts and continued.

"I too am being who has inherited genes that compel me to take actions which are part of my nature. I have become possessive, ruthless and heavily, deeply fallen into a love that has consumed me. I can't breathe without you. What hurts you, hurts me. You have become a part of me. I am programmed to fight for you, with all means, to provide your safety. We are One. You are MINE, you are not to be disrespected. That my love is in my DNA, I am driven to challenge the very person who stole a part of you, which is now part of me. Even you are possessive of me when men dare approach me knowing that I belong to you and only you. I see it, you try to control that old nature that snips up. We fight it, Spock, regardless of how civilized we present ourselves to be. But T'Pring is still a woman scorned, a woman who seeks selfish vengeance, a woman like any woman. She still desires and hates you. I will protect her from her intentions of destroying you. Not on my watch."

Nyota sat quietly, listening to soft rain fall on them and around them. Spock laid there processing her thoughts. Vulcan people were civilized and not civilized at the same time. When it comes to their mating rituals, they are stripped of centuries of learned logic. Did T'Pring purposely use Kirk to strike her last vengeance against him? Spock reached behind him and flipped onto his back while holding his wife in the process. Now she straddled his hips, looking down at him, as he looked up at her.

Spock had to think about what she had said, that he too was possessive, his nature aroused just from the scent of another male. Vulcan male nature was to fight for the right for the woman to bear their children, hence the Pon Farr. Their dirty little secret that no amount of logic could control as often as he had tried. Their instincts beat them into a mindless blood battle for a wife. Nyota was right to a point, but reality wouldn't justify her actions to challenge T'Pring.

"I am honored, my wife. I too have the tendency to succumb to our primitive instincts, but it is not necessary now to seek out such confrontation. We should practice and use restraint against such physical interaction. You are correct that a natural reaction when males of any species approach you is for me to become defensive. You are correct, in your reaction, when females of any species approach me. You react to your natural defensiveness. We both have admitted these unwarranted reactions during our courtship. I know your desire to adjust T'Prings actions and attitude on my behalf is not logical. Not logical at this moment, where we are esteemed for our merits for the Intrepid. All of Vulcan bow before us as we mourn together for those returned katras. For the last 4.25 weeks we traveled back to my home planet to celebrate our wedding. We are so recognized by Starfleet and the Federation that they too rejoice in our marriage. The woman that I have chosen, who has decided to commit to my Ponn Farr and will one day carry our childrensupersedes any action or reaction from the Vulcan women who chose not to marry me. We are each other's property."

Nyota looked into his eyes and acknowledged his reasoning. She had to admit that. She needed to put on her big girl panties and give T'Pring a pass, though it's not what she wanted. But the fact that she had to imagine her coming to her wedding reception, had put a bad taste in her mouth. She would do anything to keep Spock happy, even letting go of her quest. A hand moved up her waist and a set of hooded dark eyes turned sexual, she didn't mind that natural instinct.

"MINE k'diawa."

"Always yours, ashayam"

Nyota leaned down and massaged his chest, the black hairs that littered it were flat. Spock held her steady as she did her work, and she was pleased that his chest vibrated with his famous purring sound. Nyota was turned on by his humming, usually she only heard it when he had been sated.

"We have not formally consummated our Vulcan marriage, our ceremony was done in haste for our sake. I would like to continue our second wedding in our bed."

"Then I conclude that we have come to an agreement."

Spock stood up with ease while still holding Nyota gently by the back of her thighs, her head tucked in the crevice of his neck. Spock tried to dry them off without success, Nyota's legs wrapped around him. He did the best he could and walked to their bed, laying her down as carefully as he could with his primal instincts still aroused. Spock laid down next to her and started stroking her hair gently and looking at his beloved.

"K'diwa."

"Ashayam."

And they proceed with the rest of their love making.

"I didn't get to finish washing your hair."

Nyota giggled and smiled, "And I didn't complete my washing as well." She pressed her forehead against his.

"I guess we need to do another one-again."

Spock accomplished what needed to be done, he deterred a situation, and he knew it was not the end of the subject of T'Pring. Spock anticipated that she would interfere again in his life.

 

Chapter 31-Family Time of Bonding by Uhura the 9th
Author's Notes:

Beta Reader: SilverMoonfire Summary: Spock and Nyota had come to an understanding about T'Pring, for the moment, she was no longer an after-thought in their marriage. Now, the men will have their time to converse about love and marriage.

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Family Time of Bonding Torn Relationships: part 1

The next day Sarek decided to spend time with his son. After these last couple of years, Sarek had deliberated about his relationship with his second son. He had pondered the statements from his wife, his mother and (just recently) Saana. They all connected back to Spock joining Starfleet. After his failure with Sybok, Sarek had attempted to maintain family traditions. Traditions that had failed him time after time. He thought about his own personal prejudices, "Do these thoughts and actions, in any way, reflect on my marriage to Amanda?" Sarek wondered: "I excused one with the other, were they logical choices?" He often meditated on his judgment against Spock's attendance success in Starfleet. During those meditations, Sarek had weighed the pros and cons of Starfleet since its inception. Vulcan High Command, himself included, had determined that the institution was primitive, and against their philosophy of peace. That his son had become a part of that institution, against the tradition of their forefathers, had placed a barrier between them. A barrier he had refused to move until his marriage, when his previous bond with T'Pring was unsuccessful, and it drove a deeper wedge in the father/son relationship. Even his relationship with Amanda had suffered, she had warned him for years of T'Pring's intentions. He had thought them the result of her emotional point of view. Overreacting to tradition was something Vulcanians didn't do, "Kaiidth".

Yet, they missed the deadline for Spock's marriage, it came and went before they could arrive to proceed. Then the scandal was revealed that Captain Kirk, from the Enterprise, was the challenger. The man that was instrumental in saving the Intrepid ship. The man that was instrumental in saving him. The man that was instrumental in saving his son. T'Pau, with all her self control, had faltered that day. She had grieved with Spock over the loss of his only friend, then when it was revealed that the captain had survived and she commended the Terrans for their ingenuity.

The events following the Intrepid changed the dynamics between their family, clan and all Vulcanians. If he could say aloud that he was proud of his son, he would. Sarek took a deep breath and exited his meditation, determined to have a father and son conversation to reunite his estranged immediate family. As a S'haile, a prince in his own right, Surak would approve of such a restorative action. He would tackle the issues between himself and his young son this day, and continue to meditate on his lost son.

Sarek unfolded himself and adjusted his robes as he left to seek his son. On his way, he heard the laughter of females conversing. Yes, the household decimal level had increased again with the addition of another female. His brows had rose at the sound and his ears became irritated.

"I will not become accustomed to the constant conversation that the presence of Terran females seems to necessitate."

He concluded his journey to Spock's suite and announced himself. Father and son stood together, looking eye to eye.

"Greetings, sa-fu."

Spock bowed his head, "Greeting sa-mekh, how can I be of service?"

"I would be gratified if you would join me in a camping excursion on the compound. The quietness will entertain our thoughts."

At that moment a wave of laughter engulfed them. Spock, seeing his father's point, agreed.

"Yes, I see, I will retrieve my equipment."

"I've had Sevel prepare all the necessary equipment for our trip."

"I will need 7.35 minutes to change into the appropriate clothes."

"That will be agreeable, I will be waiting in the rear foyer."

Sarek and Spock returned to their suites to change clothes. Spock had not been on an excursion with his father since he was five years old, when his father trained him how to navigate the forge. Spock sensed his father's desire to seek the restoration of their relationship, and he was willing. It had been a long time.

After meeting in the foyer Sarek and Spock put on their backpacks and adjusted their cloaks, in case of sandstorms, before starting out on a well used trail behind the compound. Since Sarek's heart operation he had been able to walk with ease and regulate his body.

After 6 hours of walking the two men stopped to drink water and converse. Sarek decided this was the best opportunity to talk with Spock. There were times he wished he had the same conversation with Sybok, as Sarek often wondered where he was. The last reports had Sybok on the outer rim of Romulan space, Vulcan's distant cousin. Desiring to change the course of his relationship with Spock, he looked at his son and tried to start a conversation.

"Spock, have you and your wife made amends in regards to the topic of T'Pring?"

Spock looked at his father and thought about how Nyota and he had made some progress concerning T'Pring and other subjects.

"Yes, we have come to an understanding. We have agreed that it is illogical for my aduna to over-react where T'Pring is concerned. I believe she lacks a complete understanding of why T'Pring's clan is giving homage."

"Indeed, I hope your wife comes to understand our ways. Amanda struggled in the beginning of our marriage and she continues to superimpose human ideals on our ways, on occasion. Has Nyota found Vulcan agreeable?"

"I have not given her the opportunity to explore Vulcan as other priorities have risen."

Sarek realized that Spock had an advantage in his marriage which he himself had not possessed, access to an elder who was bonded with a Terran female. Perhaps, in giving advice on their temperament, he could support his son.

"Spock, now that you are bonded...bonded to a Terran like I am, do you need any advice?"

Spock considered the question, he does have the advantage of being married to his mother, he will seek advice in the future if needed.

"Not at the moment father, I am aware so far of the Terran female.. emotional influx during their monthly biological functions."

"Yes, be aware that you avoid interpretation of certain comments that would lead to miscommunication and an upset spouse."

"Indeed, I agree."

Sarek looked into Spock's eyes and prepared himself.

"Sa-fu, over the years logic has been the Vulcan way of life. As your father I have instructed you in the ways of our forefathers. It was, and is, my duty to maintain the structure of our people, our clan, and our family. In doing so, I have failed you. I have failed to account for the possibilities of your chosen path would reflect in the present. The Intrepid incident is proof of this. Even now, your grandmother is reconsidering her ways of interpreting your value to our clan, open minds invite open opportunities."

Spock looked at his father and blinked several times as he processed this information. A bridge was being offered to him, a bridge that they were both crossing to meet in the middle.

"Father, I have and always will value your opinion. My dual heritage interfered with my upbringing, causing a rift in my experience and interpretation of both cultures. I am a hybrid, one of a kind, but because of the logic of Surak I have found peace. A peace I struggled to attain for some time, until my aduna. She has shown me that my purpose is no longer a solitary one. But rather, a journey of thoughts and ideas, of IDIC, which all Vulcan claim they value. T'Pau and yourself have demonstrated those ideals since I was a child. Even now, you continue to do so when dealing with the conflict concerning High Command. Revealing to me a parents' investment in the well being of their child. For that sa-mekh, I am grateful."

Now it was Sarek's turn to blink and comprend his son's words as they penetrated every area of his thoughts. He has demonstrated growth, not garnered through the immediate influence of his father, but from Spock's own personal experiences.

"Fascinating my son, your logic has expanded, even living among humans."

"Yes, meditation is required to regulate the flow of emotions that are overabundant on a starship."

"I can see that would be a challenge on a daily basis, how have you achieved such a feat?"

Frequent meditation is essential, being a commander allows me to take them."

"I often have to recess from the strenuous confrontations of being an ambassador, your mother provides for the excuse of 'downtime' from people's interactions."

Sarek paused, "My son, do you agree that we have achieved clarity in this situation?"

"Yes father, we have come to an understanding of our differences."

Sarek lifted his hand in the ta'al and stepped forward to join his hand to Spock's. Their hands touched for the first time in decades, as father and son bonding. The touch signified a familial bond reunited. Spock opened himself to the family bond, it flowed through him and out to his immediate family (Sarek, T'Pau, Amanda, Nyota and even Sybok-his whereabouts still unknown). Now they too would feel the full surge of his telepathy, and only them.

Sarek felt his son's strength through the familial bond, and felt the presence of his family.

T'Pau was amazed by the strong flow that Spock projected. It was likely his mind could extend to other Vulcans with ease. She was pleased with his presence, it indicated that the relationship between Sarek and he had mended.

"Congratulations Sarek, I am pleased with the restoration of the family. Spock you are well received, and thank you for what you have done for the family."

"Thanks is not necessary T'Pau. I desire only to be understood and accepted."

"Mother, we are bonding on the respect, we wish to continue."

"Sa-lar ( men in vulcan)" and left them.

Spock smirked at T'Pau's remark and raised a brow.

"I believe T'Pau is upset with you father."

"I believe so, let us continue. I have asked Shath to join us in this Vulcan male bonding."

Spock raised a brow and adjusted his backpack, "Male bonding? Very interesting."

Both men continued on the journey across the plain in the high heat, identifying creatures Spock had not seen since his youth.

About an hour later, they intercepted Healer Shath who also had his camping equipment. He held up a ta'al in greetings to his cousin and his cousin's son.

"S'haile Sarek and S'haile Spock, I am honored to participate in your forge excursion. It has been some time since I have taken such an exercise."

"You are welcomed, it is likely we will encounter other males and females in our path, this is often training time for youths," stated Sarek.

"Then your services may be needed, Shath, should we come upon an injured child," added Spock.

"Indeed."

The men continued walking in the wilderness, observing creatures from their youth and plant life considered to be edible. As the two suns were setting the men found a cliff to set up camp. Elevation away from the night creatures was always the best option. They worked in silence, using a fluorescent, low beam lamp to avoid drawing the attention of nocturnal animals. Sarek had brought a stun phaser for the aggressive ones. Once their beds and equipment were set up, they sat together and ate quietly.

Shath had a great deal on his mind, in particular, a woman. His curiosity had been piqued by observing the interactions of two of the most intelligent men on the planet with their bonded females, two Terran females. He was impressed with the qualities Sanaa possessed as a female of her planet. He found her and her attributes fascinating and wondered if a scientific study should be done.

"May I make an inquiry?"

Sarek and Spock looked at Shath through the dim light that gave off shadows of their faces from their elevated campsite.

"Is there time expectancy in Terran female courtship?"

Spock arched his brow, while Sarek looked at Shath.

"Your inquiry on Terran females is logical Shath."

"S'haile Sarek, was there a Terran courtship with Lady Amanda?"

Sarek took awhile to respond, no one had asked how he met Amanda. At least, not another Vulcan.

"Lady Amanda was with the diplomatic corps on Earth. With her use of dialects and pronunciations of the Vulcan language, she was instrumental in enhancing the universal translator. Often I would find Terrans as one dimensional, but Lady Amanda displayed the opposite, I found her contributions to be intriguing. We had a disagreement about programming the translator, she became emotional towards me without cause."

Spock and Shath looked at each other and waited for an explanation and then Spock asked,

"Then, mother took interest in you in the name of the translator?"

Sarek cleared his throat. "It was her... reaction to my terms of.. bonding that I found fascinating."

Sarek jumbled through the retelling of his courtship, he had angered Amanda by correcting her pronunciation of Golic Vulkhansu. He had done it on purpose; she had mastered modern Vulkhansu with ease. Her emotional outburst was a site to see; the color of her face, the sharpness of her eyes, had pierced his Vulcan soul. Yes, Amanda had garnered his attention and won his heart. What made matters worse was that she was dating another man at the time, a man who was offended and challenged him. Amanda Grayson was attractive to other male species, that put him on guard. After two days of observing her, and her interactions with other male species, Sarek staked his claim.

Spock wanted to smile so badly at his father's statement, he had almost expressed his courtship in human terms. The question remained, why was Shath asking? Spock turned to the older Vulcan.

"Is there some information you wish to gain Shath?"

He didn't speak at first, he was formulating an answer. But Sarek answered for him,

"He is inquiring about Professor Uhura."

Spock's brow rose again. "Indeed, I assume that you are interested in the Professor for bonding?"

"Yes." Shath said, "I desire to court Professor Uhura, and I was informed that Terran females require courtship to find compatibility."

Sarak added, "Shath almost performed the koon-ut so'lik on the Professor, I advised him to wait. The Professor is unaware of our ways, to initiate a bonding without her full understanding, is illogical and could be considered forced."

"I do not wish to force Saana into something that she is not aware of, I know she has been unattached for some time. According to records, her former spouse has been deceased for approximately 20 years." stated Shath.

Spock envisioned his grandmother, in a fit of rage, at finding another male from the S'chn T'gai clan married to a Terran. T'Pau would condemn all travel to Earth, she would state she'd never believed in witchcraft, but would consider its existence when it came to the men of this clan.

"It was wise, father, to advise Shath of the potential repercussions of such a request. Professor Uhura is part of our family and subject to our current laws. Instruction is the best course, Shath I would remind you that Professor Uhura is my mother-in-law. No harm or emotional outburst caused by you will be permitted."

"I shall proceed with caution."

" It would also be in your best interest to keep my wife in mind. She is a Starfleet officer and I am her husband."

Shath didn't know how to interpret that threat, but it was obvious he was not to hurt Saana.

"I do not understand the... attraction. Does it go beyond their physical attributes? S'haile Sarek and Spock, clarify your reasons for bonding to a Terran?"

Sarek and Spock looked at each other and both cleared their throats before Sarek replied.

"It is an experience one could ascertain, it is difficult to explain the intimate components."

Shath sat quietly and tried to interpret his meaning, but his mind was settled on the woman of his desire.

"If I bond with Professor Uhura, will I have clarity? I desire to understand the basis of compatibility on which you chose Terran wives?"

Sarek refused to voice the reason, or reasons, why he chose Amanda to marry. It was his secret. Now Spock understood why he married his mother. It had deeper facets that could not be explained or shared.

"Shath, it is illogical to ask such an intimate question. Once the bonding is complete, things of that nature could be explained. As I said before, Terran females are complex creatures. Their temperament is a... challenge to begin with."

Now he needed to work on the courtship to elicit her consent.

"I shall seek rest and meditation now, Spock and I have to return to the estate of our wives to prepare for the reception. At the moment my mind needs rest."

"Yes, the female tendency to giggle often irritates the Vulcan auditory system." Spock added.

Shath looked at both men and realized the truth of their statement. Their ears needed rest.

During the night, Spock was conversing with Nyota,

"Aduna you need rest, the extra intimate activity should have depleted you physically."

"You are a stud, you know that. When you talk like that, it gets me worked up. Maybe I should go out there and help you sleep!"

"Nyota, please restrain yourself."

A strong pinkish- orange glow illuminated their bond.

"Sleep my K'hat'n'dlawa."

"Good night ashayam."

Spock closed the bond so he could be aware of his environment, and went into a light, meditative sleep.

The three Vulcans woke up before the suns peaked over the cliffs and did their meditation routine. They packed up their sleeping materials, ate packaged bread and lightly consumed water.

Shath heard a sound in the distance and turned towards it. He observed a young male Vulcan hiking on the edge of the Forge, moving with ease and pacing himself. The child had a good start according to tradition. Shath focused on the child's health, noting he appeared healthy for his quest, Shath returned to packing and hoped the child would pass his quest with ease.

The men started the walk back to the estate where they needed to make plans for Altairs VI the next day. The two day wedding reception is something Spock didn't know how to prepare for. All of Vulcan would receive him for his contributions. As they continued walking, Sarek brought up another concern.

"Spock, before we depart tomorrow for Altairs VI, T'Pau has assigned Vanguards for you and your wife for the duration of the reception."

"May I ask why?"

"The majority of Vulcan High Command will be attending the reception. The concern stems from the likelihood that the Science Division healers would attempt to engage you concerning your abilities. T'Pau requested that no interference be tolerated during the reception."

Spock thought about it for a moment and agreed. He didn't want anyone to inquire about him, nor his choice of wife to be questioned. It was a time of celebration.

"I agree with the guards, I will explain the reasons to Nyota as well. She at first will reject such an idea, once I explain the two days of security on the planet is for the safety of her mother, she will agree."

Shath stopped and looked at Spock, "I will provide safety for Professor Uhura. As her intended, I will protect her."

Sarek and Spock just blinked at the poor man who had made up his mind to bond with Nyota's mother. Like all Vulcan males, once their mind was made up on a female, there was no turning back. Spock raised both brows and shook his head.

Sarek spoke again on the subject.

"Shath, it would not be wise to.. stake your claim on the professor. Again, I request you use restraint on the subject."

Spock added, "You do not know if she displayed her intentions for your bonding."

"As you both say, I will attempt this restraint which I see no need to provide. I will offer my property as safe dwelling for her future life."

"Terran's do not see that as the opportunity you see it as Shath, your judgment is flawed. Unwise decisions invite unwarranted reactions."

"My son speaks the truth, Shath. We have known each other for decades. Logical thoughts have best served us, have they not?"

Shath thought about it, "I will do as you say, I will restrain my advances."

Spock and Sarek looked at each other and each raised a brow. Spock thought to himself that his cousin had developed strong desires for the professor in just a week. Does mother Uhura even know what she is in for? Vulcan males don't give up on their pursuit. The men continued their hike and observed the natural creatures around them, some were dangerous and others participated in the circle of life.

When the men came in range of the estate some of the aides came and relieved them of their backpacks. They were guided to a small house where the men discarded their hiking clothes and showered in the communal stall. The water was refreshing against their skin. Clothes were left for them as they silently donned their robes. The bright sun and hot wind dried their hair as they walked to the main house and stepped into the foyer to be greeted by Sevel.

"I hope your excursion was satisfactory, S'haile Sarek and Spock."

"Indeed." responded Spock.

"Yours as well Healer Shath."

"The solitude has restored my mental capacity."

Sevel turned to Sarek, "Lady Amanda is in her study awaiting your arrival with Professor Uhura." then informed Spock, "Lady Uhura is resting in her suite."

"Thank you Sevel, your service honors us," stated Sarek.

"I am here to serve, do you require any nourishment?"

"Serve us tea in the study Sevel."

Sevel bowed his head and went to prepare the tea. Spock looked at the two men. "I will attend to my wife, excuse me father and Shath."

He left towards his end of the estate to find Nyota.

Sarek and Shath entered the study to find two women reading on their Padds, Shath was mesmerized by Uhura. She was involved in her reading, her face glowing from the light of her Padd, her lashes touched her cheek. It did something to his heart and mind, nothing compared to his first wife. They were matched by their families, they raised a child together, it was expected. But now, this attraction to this woman is much different, will he recover. Amanda looked up and saw them.

"Sarek you have returned, did you enjoy your male bonding?" she asked smartly.

At the same time Saana looked and locked eyes with Shath, and she felt warm all over.

Amanda continued to converse with Sarek, "Would you both like some tea?"

"Sevel is preparing it as we speak."

Amanda looked at Shath and noticed his uneasiness, "Shath are you joining us?"

Shath looked at Amanda and Sarek and remembered what he should do about the situation. "I came to give greetings to Lady Amanda and Professor Uhura. I have other duties that call for my attention."

Amanda responded, "Alright, then we will see you tomorrow when we all leave together for Altairs."

Shath bowed:"Yes, sochya eh dif, Sarek, Amanda and Professor Uhura." He turned and left. It took all of his willpower to walk down the hallway and out the door. He didn't look back, he couldn't, he would bond with her if he stayed. That he was sure of.

Amanda looked at Sarek. "What was that about?"

"Please do not inquire," signed Sarek.

Saana was staring at the empty doorway where a man once stood, her heart more conflicted than ever.


Meanwhile, Spock opened the door to his suite, toed his shoes off, and pulled off his robe and tunic. He walked quietly towards his bed and stopped at the sight of a naked woman laying on the bed with just a smile on her face.

"Well hello handsome, I've been waiting for you," as she patted the empty space next to her.

"Nyota." he said softly and proceeded to remove the rest of his clothes to join her with excitement.

 

Chapter 32-Family Time of Bonding part 2 by Uhura the 9th
Author's Notes:

Beta Reader: SilverMoonfire


Summary: The S'chn T'gai men had their male bonding experience, Shath is still in love with Saana. Now let's find discover what the women did while the men conversed.

 

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Family Time of Bonding and Torn Relationships: part 2

A Mother's Heart:

When Sarek informed Amanda that he would make amends with Spock, after years of long thinking, debating and denying the truth of what was in front of him, Amanda smiled. Sarek would finally have that long talk with his son, she was so proud that the man she married was taking such a huge step. Now, with the reception just two days away, the time to heal the father and son relationship had finally arrived. He revealed they would do an overnight camping trip near the forge and also invited Shath. He too needed to clear his mind or get a better grip of his attraction to Professor Uhura.

Amanda woke up in a good mood and decided to have girl time with Saana and Nyota. After Sarek had his breakfast, he left the three women drinking tea while he went to ask his son out. The moment he left the breakfast area, Amanda changed the subject:

"Ladies, the men will be going out for the day to spend some time together and bond."

Nyota and Saana shared a puzzled look.

"Ladies, we have the whole estate to ourselves to do girl bonding." Amanda said as she clapped her hands together and smiled.

Saana looked at Amanda and asked, "So, your husband had to leave for us?"

Amanda placed her cup down and smiled again.

"Oh no, you see Sarek and Spock have had this feud going on for almost twenty years. Sarek is taking Spock out camping to talk things out."

Nyota, knowing about the feud for sometime, thought it was a great idea and a smile formed on her face."Really? That's wonderful!"

Saana, looking between both of them, asked, "Feud?"

"Yes, a feud, a senseless one too. You see Vulcanian are proud, stubborn people underneath all that thick logic. Sarek has never cordially acknowledged Spock since he joined Starfleet. It has kept them from talking as father and son for almost twenty years."

Saana looked confused and shocked.

"You see Saana, Spock was supposed to follow Sarek's footsteps and join the Vulcan Science Academy, as his forefathers had, as part of the Vulcan Way of living. Spock struggled with his heritage, the elders and others would spitefully remind him of it, testing his responses. So, he took all his scientific knowledge and went to Starfleet Academy. Sarek was not happy, they argued for days. They debated. When Spock left for Starfleet, Sarek stopped talking to him. There was a chain of events that happened that slowly started to affect Sarek's way of thinking about Spock's choices. The Intrepid Incident was the nail in the coffin."

Saana asked, "Why is that?"

"How would all those lost katras return home without Spock being at the right place at the right time? All of that wouldn't have happened if Spock wasn't in Starfleet."

Amanda batted her eyes at Nyota and said, " He wouldn't have found the love of his life, if it wasn't for Starfleet."

Nyota sat straight up and giggled, "You got that right!"

Out of nowhere tears flooded Sanaa's eyes to fall down her cheeks, Nyota got up and hugged her mother. Amanda handed her a napkin.

"Momma what's wrong?"

"I... I did the same thing to you, my child. I was mad at Starfleet too. Nyota I hope that you forgive me for doing that to you. I made you choose me or Starfleet, I had no right. I know I asked you before, but Amanda's story made me realize what I could have lost you if I didn't make up with you."

"It's okay momma we're past that now, and living for today." Nyota kissed her mother on the cheek.

"I love you Nyota, and want nothing but the best for you."

"I love you momma."

Amanda just stared at the pair, and knew things were getting better for the clan. Saana tapped Nyota's arm.

Saana patted Nyota's arm. "Come child, we're ignoring our hostess!"

"Nonsense, I've never had such joy seeing people hashing out their issues. Do you know that you two are the only Terran's that have stayed for any length of time in my home? I mean, I entertained diplomats once in a while here, but mostly I traveled with Sarek. My family wasn't overjoyed that I married Sarek, they practically disowned me too, but now I have a family. It was the birth of Spock that changed some of their minds."

Saana looked at her. "Thank you Amanda."

"So ladies, let this party start while the men are out of the house," smiled Amanda putting her tea cup down.

The women laughed.

Saana grabbed her padd and opened the monitor.

"Now that that is cleared up, Nyota, I have something to share with you. I shared these with Amanda on my first day here."

The monitor revealed the letter Saana had written to "Forever Lasting Love Agency" and their response.

"I want to show you that the world media is singing a different tune about your marriage."

Saana then projected the broadcast for the three of them to watch it together. Nyota had been shocked by the negativity her mother had informed her of. From being harassed at her own work, to living at the Vulcan embassy where she was still harassed, and now to admiration. The people of Earth wanted to know more about her and Spock's love story.

"Mom, what you said was beautiful, it incorporated all our cultures. Thank you."

"Not a problem, I had help from Sarek and Amanda. We all agreed that this was nonsense and not even necessary. Who would do that?"

"Thank you."

"But now, Michelle Combs wants to know who designed your dress?"

Amanda clapped her hands, "Oh yes, Nyota, who did it?"

Nyota looked at them and smiled, "You won't believe me, the quartermaster on the ship, did it."

"Quartermaster?" both responded at the same time.

"Her name is Evelyn Brody, she creates costumes if the ship needs clothes on missions. Mostly to blend into certain societies. I wish you could see her work from one mission where Spock and Kirk had dressed up from the 20th century, around the 1960's. Spock wore this suit that made him look so sexy and hot!"[1]

Nyota was swooning as she spoke. " She has some clothes for you both to choose from her collection for the wedding reception."

Saana and Amanda had a shocked look and smiled. "She does? I'm excited because I kind of promised them a first look from your friend."

Then Saana turned to Amanda, " They would like to do a live-vid reception if Vulcan approves Amanda."

She responded, "I don't see why not, I'm the wife of an ambassador and the S'haile's wife. I think I have some clout!"

The three of them laughed, then Amanda asked, "When and how do we see these exquisite dresses?"

"Let me have your padd mom and I can project them." Saana handed over her padd to Nyota and she typed in her access.

Amanda looked at Saana with excitement. "Wow, I can hardly wait, I haven't had a designer dress in ages!"

"I haven't had a designer outfit at ALL!" stated Saana.

Both women leaned against each other and laughed. Amanda looked at her and whispered. "Are you going to tell Nyota about your... men?"

Saana gave a shocked look and felt the blood rush to her face. "Amanda, heavens no, Nyota has enough on her plate. I'm focusing on her and Spock, this is their time."

Amanda winked at Saana and said, "Well, just letting you know that Vulcan males have this thing where they attach themselves to the woman of their choice."

"But Shath and I have an understanding..."

Amanda shook her head, looking at her: "Saana regardless, you are fair game."

"Amanda, no please." shaking her head at the idea of Shath pursuing her.

Nyota typed in her codes and an array of clothing projected, aweing the two women.

"Eve likes to design evening outfits, she made this split pants set for me. I like the flow of the fabric."

"I love it," Amanda clapped and pointed. "I usually wear a pasha top with slip dresses or pant suits. But this I would wear."

"Oh darling, this is wonderful, and so daring and youthful." commented Saana.

"Oh mother, you would look good in anything."

Amanda looked at Saana, amazed by her modesty, and smiled mischievously. "Saana, I think you must not have looked in the mirror lately. You are a gorgeous woman."

Saana blushed as she fanned herself. "Please...stop"

Nyota noticed the two women and wondered what they were discussing, then she clicked on another set of outfits to reveal gowns that both women just awed at again. "What do you think of these?"

"I like the soft pastel lavender dress." stated Amanda: "Do you think your friend Eve can come up with a dress in less than a day for me?"

"I think I want something traditional Nyota, would she be able to find something for me as well?" As Saana looked at some of the African designs.

"It wouldn't hurt to ask, let me contact the ship. The last time I spoke with Eve she wanted us to be her muses for her line."

"Really?" Both women chorale.

"Yep, she will be honored to help you both, but you have to trust her judgement."

Both women were bouncing in their chairs, clapping. "Yes!"

After scanning both women for their sizes, Nyota sent a message to Eve on the Enterprise. Nyota saw two happy women.

As the day went on, Amanda took time to show her new family around the estate, pointing out the additions, Vulcan artifacts, and their extensive library.

It was during lunchtime, when the women were eating, that Sarek contacted her through their bond. Spock and he had made up. Amanda softly placed her fork down, tears forming as she folded her hands in her lap and smiled. The two other women noticed Amanda's demeanor right away.

Saana asked, "Amanda, what's wrong?"

As the family bond opened, Amanda felt a peace inside her mind, heart and soul. She even felt T'Pau's approval. Nyota felt it too, she gasped as Spock relayed his thoughts to her, that he too had made peace with his father. She too started to cry, Spock got his wish.

Saana was now looking at both of them in confusion.

"Nyota?! Amanda?! You're both scaring me! What's Wrong!?"

Nyota wiped her eyes and looked at her mother. "Spock and Sarek made up and they both shared with the immediate family."

"But...But how?"

Nyota reached over and grabbed her mother's hand. "When you marry a Vulcan, you gain this bond or connection in your consciousness."

"Oh yes, Amanda did explain that to me, it's happening right now?"

"Yes mother, it's a good thing."

Amanda sighed and felt guilty again for not informing her. "I'm so sorry Saana, there is so much to learn about Vulcans and their culture. I'm not doing you justice."

Saana asked for a comparison, "It's okay, is this what the people felt when the Intrepid crew was brought home? They were all connected?"

Amanda replied, "Yes, but only to a point. Imagine millions of people mingling inside your mind. I'm connected to Sarek and we can share our thoughts, the other bonds have to be dampened through training, which I'm still mastering."

Saana sat in awe at the concept, of the idea, of sharing thoughts. "Like the idea of reading people's expressions?"

Nyota chimed in. "Yes, of a sort mom, peoples' thoughts sometimes vibrate out and Vulcans can receive them. Mostly unintentionally. Spock's bond is stronger than most and he can shut his bond thoughts down with ease. Most Vulcan can after years of training. I'm still learning, Spock says my mind is always racing from one thing to another and he is showing me ways to control my thinking so it doesn't interfere with his."

"Wow!" Saana was so fascinated."I wish I could document this concept by observing a family unit, it would make a great journal article.

Amanda was so proud of her two handsome stubborn men, she wouldn't trade this moment for anything. Her prayers were answered, her family is back together. Amanda remembered telling her parents about Sarek, and remembered their anger towards her for marrying a Vulcan. How she dared the odds of sustaining a marriage with him, then coming to Vulcan to face the same ordeal again. Now she has a friend and a daughter to share her happiness and her complaints. She gave a deep sigh.

"Thanks, Saana and Nyota, for becoming a part of this family. It means so much to me."

The three of them looked at each other, stood up and held hands. They smiled with joy, then the group hugged with laughter.

"This is cause for a toast!" Amanda went into the pantry storage and returned with a vintage bottle of wine. Saana went to the shelf and grabbed three glasses, and Nyota went to the counter and grabbed a bowl of assorted fruits.

Amanda held up the bottle, "Come ladies, let's crash in my room and celebrate!"

All three women laughed and headed to the master suite. They lounged on the large master bed, and shared stories.

Amanda looked at Nyota. "Nyota, I just want to say that you are one brave woman. Your mom shared her story about your memory loss, I've never cried so hard."

Nyota looked at her mother, giving her a somber smile, and leaned into her.

"I know that must have taken a lot out of you to tell. I know how deeply that affected you."

Saana relayed sadly. "What made it so bad honey, was I was alone. No one understood. The Uhura's were at a loss when I told them. But my family, distant as ever. They never forgive- that stubborn, stiff-necked family."

Amanda added, lifting her glass, "But look at you now Nyota, we are so proud of you for the things you have done for both of us. We formed a family."

Nyota sighed softly and said," I only wish that baba was here to celebrate with us mom."

Saana placed her hands on the sides of her daughter's head. "He's here with us baby, he never left us. I have something to show you."

Saana got up and grabbed the nearest padd and settled in between Amanda and Nyota on the bed.

"A friend of mine in Starfleet gave me this disk about your father."

The three women watched the dedication ceremony of Kayode Uhura. Each of the survivors gave their testimony of how he saved them. They in return dedicated their lives to support each other and made a memorial for Kayode. They each thanked him, saying that some of their children had branched out in the same field as he or joined Starfleet. When the recording ended, another wave of crying proceeded. After, they fell into quiet reflection.

"I didn't know that baba had such a positive impact on others. That was beautiful mom."

Touched by the stories about her father, Nyota wiped her eyes again. Now, the circle is complete, and she was happy she chose to join Starfleet. She too followed her dad, she missed him so much. Things were happening so fast since she had arrived on Vulcan, she couldn't believe the changes.

"Thanks momma, it answered a lot of things and healed the hurt I was feeling."

"It helped me too honey, I'm so proud of your father... and of you."

The mother and daughter hugged each other. After a while the women took a nap on Amanda's large bed. They woke up later and refreshed themselves before starting to cook. While they were cooking they each took turns revealing more about themselves.

Saana asked, "Amanda, where is your family?"

Amanda took a deep breath as she was chopping the vegetables. "They are on Earth, in the Seattle, Washington area. I have a brother that I haven't seen in 12 years. We were close at one point, but when my parents were alive they didn't take too well to Sarek."

Amanda stopped chopping and looked at Saana.

"First, they thought Sarek was way too old for me, and he was. But in Vulcan years he was a really young man and he.. had.. a.. son."

"A son?" Saana was shocked.

"Yes, Sybok, he was a cute little thing."

Nyota chimed in, "Spock did tell that he has an older brother that he rarely sees."

"I'm glad he told you. We don't know where he is, but the last time we heard, he was hanging around the Romulan quadrant. Second, my family wasn't jumping up and down that Sarek was Vulcan or the fact that I gave birth to a Vulcan child."

The three women looked at each other and understood what she had been through. Amanda smiled and continued chopping.

"I wouldn't trade it for the universe, Sarek and I have something special, we both sacrificed for our love. I love that man."

"I met Kay in high school, I was shy then. He would snatch my padd out of my arms, and like a fool, I chased him. Kay was from a prominent family and mine was not. He was athletic, intelligent and handsome. Each day he would grab my padd, just to see me make a face and demand it back. I thought he hated me for some reason. Then one day he just walked with me to my next class, which made the girls jealous. They gave me such a hard time, but one day he just told me that I was the ONE and he didn't see the other girls. From that moment on I was hooked, I was in love. Kay only saw me and we made plans for college together and we both excelled. He was so passionate about life and others, he poured his love into Nyota and me. My family didn't like Kay or the Uhuras' at all because of their status, they claimed they had an uppity attitude. My brother finally changed and helped support us. Kay didn't depend on his family's riches. But they accepted me, even when Nyota was born, his parents adored her. But not my family, they thought Nyota was spoiled and barely saw her, so I just kept her with the Uhuras'."

Nyota looked at both women and smiled, thinking about how Spock impacted her on the Enterprise. She decided to share her view of her husband.

"Spock was a mysterious, quiet man. I knew the first time I saw him he was different. I was drawn to him, so were so many others. Spock had his own private fan club that I had to run the gauntlet through, before work with him everyday."

Amanda was shocked. "What kind of fan club?"

Nyota nodded her head and smirked at Amanda. "The ones that drool. That's the thing about Spock, he didn't entertain them, he went about his business as a commander. Do you know why women found Spock so very handsome?"

Saana had an idea, but Amanda knew and smiled. "Those sexy pointed ears?"

Nyota laughed. "Yes, and the brows! One day we were on a mission and we lost contact with the landing party. I advised Spock that I could rig a subspace bypass circuit to reach the captain. While I was working underneath the console sauntering away. Spock lay next to me on the floor and asked for my progress on the console. I replied to him that it was delicate work. Then he said: 'I can think of no one better equipped to handle it, Miss Uhura."[2] I was shocked and I knew then I was truly attracted to him.

"Ohh woo, Miss Uhura huh?" Amanda gave a wicked smile and laughed, thinking of Spock using a pick-up line.

"Things got worse after that. I knew I was in love with him, but Spock was so distant when it came to socializing and was only expressive with the captain and McCoy. Once in a while, we would play our Ka'athyras in the mess hall. I didn't think I had a chance, human female charms didn't work on Vulcans. Until on one mission I had to fight for him to win his honor, and I won. The next thing I knew Spock was proposing to me!" [3] Nyota smiled while reminiscing about those moments.

Amanda and Saana looked in awe at Nyota with their mouths agape, then Saana asked, "You ...you fought over him?"

"Yes, it was a mating ritual. The women of that particular culture fought for their men. It was a non-lethal battle, the only problem was I had to wear this tight busty metal-like bra and sarong outfit that left nothing to the imagination. Spock was impressed." Nyota smiled smartly.

Amanda remembered her courtship days with Sarek. At the time it was serious but, looking back, it's more romantic.

"Just to think, Sarek was practically beating off suitors with a bat, I actually saw the warrior in him. It's quite sexy."

Saana chimed, "I had to fight off the women for Kay, I guess that instinct of protecting what's ours never really leaves."

Amanda also remembered that other female species found Sarek attractive as well and he only had eyes for only her.

"Amen to that! Let's eat before the food get's cold."

The three women laughed at the things they would do for their man.

Later that night, Nyota was lying on her bed conversing with Spock. All the talk about their men made Nyota sexually aroused, enough so that she contacted Spock through their bond. She laughed after their conversation.

"I think I will give Spock a surprise when he comes back."

She gathered an assortment of oils and placed them in the bathroom, preparing for her morning bath. When Spock saw her when he came back, she would be wearing more than just a sarong.

 

End Notes:

 

A/N: [1] TOS:Assignment Earth

[2] TOS: Who Mourns for Adonis?

[3] The Battle for Spock part 1: chapter 5 & 6

 

Chapter 33-Onto Altair VI by Uhura the 9th
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Onto Altair VI - day 1 of the reception

The S'chn T'gai clan gathered at Vulcan Central for the arrival of their transport, The Surak II. The compound itself was lined with honor guards beginning at the entrance to the estate. Many were willing to escort and protect the S'haile Sarek and Spock. Spock peered out the estate's window to see a synchronized line of men and women prepared to escort the family transport. He didn't know what to think of it, things had changed so quickly. Spock traveled back to his suite to gather their duffle bags, observing as Nyota zipped up the last bag. She turned to see him standing there.

"All done Spock."

"Your honor guard is ready, it would be informative if you converse with her so that she understands your expectations."

Nyota gave a deep sigh, she wanted to say something but kept it to herself. She had promised him that she would work with one. It's just new to her, someone watching, keeping in step with her every move.

Spock saw her expression and surmised its cause. "Until we have returned to duty on the Enterprise, it costs us nothing to allow my home planet to demonstrate their gratitude."

Nyota smiled and went to kiss him, before Spock lifted both their bags to lead the way to the hover cars.

Commander Arnak was Spock's personal guard and he felt honored to protect the number one citizen of Vulcan. Arnak had been made aware of the healers trying to instigate their laws on Commander Spock. Knowing the katras of the honored Intrepid fallen were only returned because of Spock made Arnak particularly clear on his responsibilities. His sister Vora, well trained in the Vulcan martial arts and part of the elite guards, stood ready to escort Lady Uhura and waited for the couple to emerge from the estate.

Emerging first, Ambassador Sarek, Amanda and Saana were in the first hover car. Spock and Nyota followed along in the second, the guards on hoverbikes escorted them to Vulcan Central. There they were greeted by T'Pau, her ward T'Lara and Shath who were awaiting their arrival. Everyone was escorted to The Surak II, a sleek, streamline ship of metallic silver docked at Vulcan Central.

Nyota sat with her mother and held her hand, while talking with Amanda about the reception. She didn't know what to expect or what the Vulcans had planned for them, it had just been explained as a sort of formal quiet dinner. T'Pau sat quietly for a moment and observed the conversation then quietly excused herself to her cabin with T'Lara.

Altair IV was a neutral planet where most diplomatic meetings were held, like Babel. A larger than average planet in the Alpha quadrant, it's a Jupiter sized Earth like planet with three silver rings around it. The space dock where ships' cargo and passengers were checked was surrounded with spaceships from different planets. Saana peered through the port and was amazed at the site.

"Oh my, I never thought I would be in space, let alone a place like this!"

"Yes Saana, wait until you see all of the representatives here to show respect to Sarek and Spock."

Saana turned to Amanda in amazement, "Really?"

"Sarek has represented Vulcan and the Federation for decades, he is well known for his diplomacy." Amanda thought to herself that Sarek hadn't been good at diplomacy with his sons until recently. That was one peace talk that had ended well. Amanda smiled and glanced at her husband with pride.

Nyota looked out her port and saw the Enterprise orbiting, she nudged Spock and pointed their ship out to him.

"The Enterprise is probably on patrol as a safeguard for the delegates." Spock reported.

As the ship docked Commander Arnak approached Spock and Sarek giving a slight bow.

"S'haile Sarek and Spock, docking procedures are completed, and your quarters are ready. If you and your family will follow us to your suites."

"Is there an Itinerary prepared?" requested Sarek.

"Yes, S'haile." Arnak handed over two padds, giving one each to Sarek and Spock. "If there are any changes to the itinerary inform either myself or Vora, so security will be maintained."

Sarek quickly scanned the list and inclined his head, "Your service honors us Commander Arnak."

"It is an honor to serve the House of Surak." He turned and left to prepare for departure from The Surak II.

Everyone stood, T'Lara escorting T'Pau first to lead her family to the planet.

Upon entering the common area of their suite of eight bedrooms with full kitchen, living, office and dining area. Sarek posted the itinerary on the full monitor. Meanwhile, Commander Arnak set up security in one of the extra rooms. The itinerary included a reception line, dinner and entertainment provided by various delegates.

"Wow, we have a busy schedule, Spock!" Nyota noted.

"Indeed, we have garnered the interest of many of the delegates."

" As it should be," added T'Pau. "Sarek and you have contributed extensively to the Federation and Starfleet."

T'Pau stood up and walked in front of Nyota and Spock who were sitting on the lounge chair.

"Thee Spock has drawn attention to the heart of Surak, I am pleased that all of Vulcan has given thee respect."

With that, T'Pau and T'Lara left to their suite and then there was silence. Uhura's guard Vora approached Sarek and her brother Arnak.

"There is a party of females from the Enterprise requesting your presence Lady Uhura. Do you wish their presence?"

Nyota stood up and clasped her hands, "Yes, please show them in!"

Sarek and Spock looked at one another, realizing they were about to be overrun by human females. Shath, unknowing of what was about to occur, merely looked at the women stoically.

"Amanda" Sarek drew her attention, "Spock, Shath and I will leave you to your guests."

Amanda looked at her husband and son, "You don't have to leave?"

"My wife, I am aware of human female bonding conversations. Please enjoy your company."

Amanda gave Sarek a snarky look and watched the three men make their way to the open kitchen.

When Nyota saw Eve and Charlene she broke out with a smile, while both women ran to her and they embraced like long lost friends.

"Girls you made it!"

"Yes your highness!" Both women chimed together, chuckling. Eve and Charlene took note of the Vulcan men in the open kitchen.

Spock gave his greetings, "Lt. Masters and Brody, your presence is welcomed."

"This is Sarek, my father, Commander Arark, and Shath - the family Healer."

"Greetings gentlemen, it's an honor to meet you," said Eve as she stared at each handsome man.

"Yes, very nice to meet Uhura's extended family." Charlene said with a big smile.

Nyota eyed both of them trying to flirt, and grabbed Charlene's arm, turning her to address Amanda and her mother.

"Charlene, you already know my mother."

Charlene ran and gave a huge hug to Saana. "Mother Saana it is so good to see you again, I hope you are doing well."

"Charlene honey, I started off rough and things are just getting better!"

"Mom and Lady Amanda, this is Lt. Evelyn Brody, who we call Eve."

"Good morning Miss Uhura and Lady Amanda." Eve said shakily.

Both older women surrounded Eve and gave her a reassuring hug. Amanda said, "We will not have any of that 'miss' or lady stuff, just call me Amanda."

"And me 'Saana' or 'mother Saana' if you wish, especially if you are besties with my daughter!"

Nyota smiled during the introductions. "She's the one who designed my wedding dress!"

"OOHH! MY" said both women.

"You are our new bestie!" laughed Amanda giving Eve an extra hug.

"I hope you didn't mind that I referenced you out?" asked Saana.

"OH no, I've invested in them already."

Nyota realized there was a lot to talk about. "Let's go to my suite and discuss it more."

"Oh yes, there is a lot more!" added Saana.

The five women headed down the hallway, passing the men in the kitchen. Charlene and Eve passing by them took note of each man's features. All Vulcan, all male, all tall and all handsome. The men started moving towards the double main doors, while Eve and Charlene looked back at the group of men.

"Wow, I didn't realize that Vulcan men are..are so sexy." Charlene said low and seductive.

The rest of the women stopped to listen to her statement.

"Yeah I agree with you. Hey!?" Eve looked at Charlene and gave her a puzzled glance, "Aren't you dating someone?"

"Yeah, doesn't mean I can't look at handsome looking Vulcans! They are tall, and those intense eyes..."

A smile formed on Amanda's face, she married one of those handsome men.

Charlene asked as they continued walking, "Ms. Amanda, do Vulcan men know how handsome they are?"

All five women turned slowly and looked at the men standing at the door, who sensed that they were being watched. The four men turned to be observed by the group of women with arched brows.

Amanda turned and said laughingly, "No, they are clueless, totally oblivious that they attract other women. I had to fend off a couple of females in my time."

Saana inquired, "Amanda, you mean you were almost in a cat fight?"

Shaking her head yes, "Once during our engagement and sometimes when Sarek will go on his ambassador missions."

"I know what you mean Mother Amanda, I've been doing some cat fighting myself. Before and during our engagement too! Once those earrings are off, that's it!" said Nyota.

"I can testify to that, I was there when Nyota fought a couple of women for dating Mr. Spock. My girl was kicking butt on and off the ship for her man." Charlene stated.

Amanda looked at Nyota with a smile. "You fought over my son?"

"Yes ma'am, they are still crying over me snatching your son. We Uhura women are keepers."

Saana said proudly, "I agree. I only had one incident with Kay in college, some women don't get the message that your man is taken."

Nyota also added, "Char you haven't heard the latest. Spock's ex-girlfriend is coming to the reception!"

"The devil you say, you're kidding!"

Eve chimed in, "Wow, this gets better and better!"

Charlene and Eve were amazed that Saana and Amanda had some territorial disputes over their men. The women looked at each other and laughed and continued on their journey. Nyota, holding Charlene's arm, continued to talk about the reception.

The women didn't know that the men had heard their conversation and stood in silence trying to interpret what was being spoken about. Commander Arnak excused himself while the men watched the women enter one of the suites.

"I will continue with my duties S'haile Sarek." He bowed slightly and left, leaving the three men to begin a conversation they didn't know how to start.

With the unfiltered noise being in a confined space with human females brings, Sarek came to an inescapable conclusion.

"It seems I will need more meditation."

Spock slowly canted his head in agreement, "Indeed."

But Shath was overcome with curiosity,

"May I inquire, what is a... cat fight?"

Spock cleared his throat, "It is a human term referring to females engaging in a physical altercation against one another."

"You mean like a spousal territorial dispute?"

"Of a sort."

Shath arched his brow again, "Is there a purpose for such an engagement?"

"Usually over a male, it is some form of challenge."

Shath continued, "Is it ceremonial?"

" Not that I am aware of."

The three men were silent again, processing the information, then Sarek wanted to know,

"What is the purpose of removing their ear ornaments?

Spock's brow arched more and carefully thought out his answer,

"It seems it could be a distraction or hindrance in their confrontation. I would have to inquire for more information."

More silence.

Sarek, sounding more confused, endeavored to understand the situation.

"Sa-fu, do those two events have anything to do with T'Pring attending your reception? If so, this cat fight would be illogical due to the fact that you are now bonded."


Meanwhile the women selected their new wardrobe and accessories from Eve Brody and everything was ready for the reception that evening.


The S'chn T'gai family dressed in their traditional robes, with Saana in a traditional African dress, for the first day. T'Pau led the procession in a litter carried by formally dressed vanguards. Sarek followed with Amanda, and Spock with Nyota. T'Lara, Saana then Shath finished the procession. A fanfare was played when they entered the assembly hall, arranged with wide traditional decorations. All the delegates and ambassadors stood, along with the Vulcan guards lining the aisle, and with precision turned as the family walked down the corridor as part of their escort.

Starfleet and members of the wedding party were there in their dress uniforms. A Vulcan orchestra played soft music as people mingled, eating horedeuers and drinking.

All of it was being watched universally by the "Forever lasting Love" had been granted exclusive rights to broadcast the event from the planet Vulcan, drawing envy from all the major networks. They gave commentary about each delegate and their origins. It was the first time that a Vulcan family had ever presented themselves outside their planet and it drew attention across the galaxy.

Everett and Michelle only gave positive commentary of the gala. All while Kim Kelly had to sulk and watch her missed opportunity, along with the other networks.

The first two hours consisted of the receiving line of delegates giving congratulations to the couple and the family. T'Pau sat on an elevated platform in her litter behind the family with T'Lara beside her. She had the perfect view of the whole gala. T'Pau took note of each person, all of whom gave her her due respect, for which she would either bow her head or hold the ta'al sign in response. You couldn't tell if T'Pau was happy, aggravated or upset with the over done fanfare. It was not her thing, she desired solitude, but this was her grandson's day to enjoy all the benefits due to him. It was just not the Federation of planets that she craved respect from but her own people. She watched each one give proper respect to her clan. When some of the Vulcan High Command commissioners approached her family, her mind became sharp and she strained her ears to listen to their greetings.

Sutor spoke first, giving the ta'al and bowing his head, "Greetings and salutations on your marriage Commander Spock and bondmate."

T'Dess also greeted and held up her hand, "May you and your bondmate live long and prosper. I want to let you know that our house and clan has found peace from Rekan's return."

Nyota bowed her head and returned the greeting, while Spock looked at her, "May your house and clan continue to seek the Ways of Surak and respite."

T'Dess approached T'Pau and bowed her head to her, "T'Pau, I extend my services to you, if you require it as so. Dif-tor heh smusma T'Pau." [Live long and prosper]

It was when the two healers from the Vulcan Science Academy attempted to greet Spock that T'Pau stood up with her staff and glared down at the two disrespectful Vulcans. Daring them to speak out of turn on this occasion. They were hesitant at first and held their formal greetings towards the couple, Nyota took note of the tension around these two as well as Sarek and Amanda.

"Congratulations Commander Spock on your bonding and your services to Vulcan." said Healer Voris holding his head high as part of his defiance.

Healer Tekav, wearing his Vulcan Science robe that detailed his position in genetics added, "Congratulations are in order on your bonding, may your house increase."

Both healers stared at Spock and slowly observed Nyota then before looking up to T'Pau, bowing in greeting and walking away.

Amanda thought they were disrespectful and had hidden it well. She kept her hands in her sleeves to fight the anger that projected in their bond. "Those two don't give up, they almost had T'Pau."

"My mother is someone who carries the laws efficiently, she is aware of all transactions that have occurred. She will ask for compensation."

Sarek had observed the two healers and he too was upset about their approach.

Upon seeing the next family in line to give thanks, T'Pau continued to stand. Amanda stood tense and glared at the young female with them, while Nyota took note of them too. She promised herself, for the sake of her husband and the family, she would behave. A calming wave hit her consciousness. Nyota took a deep breath and watched the family greet them.

"Greetings to the clan of Surak from the clan S'oleh-nau," said T'Lan holding the ta'al greeting and looking up at T'Pau. T'Pau bowed her head and returned the greeting, lifting her split fingers and then she glared at the female who stepped before her.

Standing before them is no other than T'Pring, in the flesh with Stonn standing next to her. While T'Lan was greeting the couple, T'Pring took note of Spock's wife, Nyota gave the most stone faced facade she could give.

T'Lan spoke on behalf of her clan and looked at Sarek,

"From our house to your son Sarek, we greet you and congratulate you on your son's bonding. May your house be safe and increase."

T'Lan turned to her nephew Solen to retrieve a box from his hands and extended it to Spock.

"Please accept this gift on behalf of our clan."

Spock took the cigar size box and bowed. "Live long and prosper T'Lan."

"Peace and long life S'haile Spock." T'Lan turned and left with her family.

"How did I do?"

"Commendable, my wife."

"She didn't look happy."

"I wasn't aware that she should look happy, she is a Vulcan."

"Whatever, I'm glad that part is over."

"Indeed."

While they were greeting each other, Nyota took note of Stonn. She didn't find him handsome at all, not compared to her man. Stonn was leaner at the shoulders, but she knew Spock would have kicked his a$$. Nyota realized she should thank T'Pring for passing over Spock, a warm thought passed through their bond and Nyota smiled.

When the receiving line took a break, more people started to mingle with delegates and ambassadors from the federation.


1st Event of the Reception:

Kirk, McCoy and Scotty were standing together, sipping their drinks, and observing the gala.

"Wow, this is the biggest wedding reception I've ever been to!" Scotty exclaimed, looking around at all the people, eating or drinking.

McCoy also was looking around.

"I've got to admit, the Vulcans went all out to honor Spock. This is well done."

"Yeah, this is nice. They should've done this a long time ago. I don't know if Vulcan celebrates events or stuff, but Spock has dedicated his life on behalf of his people." Kirk said, impressed that the wedding reception was in his best friend's honor. Kirk smiled at the thought that things were looking up for Spock.

McCoy saw Jim's smile and nudged him, "What's with the smile?"

Kirk glanced at Bones, "You do know what happens in a marriage, Bones."

McCoy saw that look and started to chuckle, "You have that godfather look again."

"Can you imagine a little Spock running around the bridge?"

"Jim, have you asked Spock and Nyota about that? I mean, are they staying on the Enterprise?"

Scotty added, "Aye, if they both leave, where does it leave us?"

"First of all, regulations about families have changed. They can stay and have a family, if they want." Kirk interjected.

"Well, the Enterprise needs them and we are a kind of family too. They should stay just the way they are." Scotty finished his drink, concerned that they would one day leave to have a family. It's the normal thing to do.

Then something caught Scotty's eye, a beautiful woman was walking through the crowd with the widest smile on her face. She greeted people as she made her way to her destination. Her bright blonde hair was piled high atop her head with three large curls draping down to her shoulders. He admired her beauty and graceful appearance. She had on a yellowish/gold halter, with a slim section in the waist exposing her midriff. But the skirt was attracting people around her, it was a full, ballooning skirt that sat snuggly against her slim hips. Scotty was so enthralled with her, he was drooling.

"Who is that lovely lass?"

Kirk and McCoy looked where he indicated and saw the woman, they both spit and choked on their drinks.

"Sh$t!" spat Kirk.

McCoy's mouth dropped from recognizing the woman."OH my God, Spock is in so much trouble."

"Who is the lass, captain?"

"Sort of an old flame."

Scotty gave a shocked look, "Mr. Spock's old flame?"

"Jim! She's heading for Spock!" McCoy was pointing to the married couple.

"Come on gentlemen, we need to intercept her before Uhura requests a divorce!"

The three men placed their empty glasses on a passing tray and headed to intercept the woman who was on a collision course with Spock. But they were hindered by the crowd of people who wanted to converse with them.


Nyota's POV:

Nyota was standing with Spock on her right, and Vora was on her left.

Vora was holding a traditional staff as part of the formal honor guard. She had observed, since she'd been on duty, that the S'chn T'gai family were very sociable due to Ambassador Sarek's connection to the Federation. Her brother Arnak, next to S'haile Spock, had noticed the same. It was as she scrolled her vision over the room that she observed a female in an overly loud material approach.

Nyota was smiling and greeting people as Spock socialized with delegates. Spock didn't like to converse, he did greet people respectfully and he thanked them for celebrating his marriage. Many were shocked that Sarek even had a son, because Vulcans really don't elaborate on their personal lives.

The mystery woman saw him in the distance, her eyes swelled with emotions, she had to see it for herself. Spock was married. She had hoped that he would wait for her after the peace treaty with the Troglytes. She had expanded her mind to be more open against her own prejudice. She stared at Spock looking regal. Her heart hurt knowing that he was unavailable to her. Then she looked at his wife, she was indeed pretty. Dark skinned with beautiful eyes, her robe matched Spock's. She remembered what Spock had said to her on their last day together. She recited it in her dreams, hoping that one day he would come back for her. But he didn't, he found another. She lifted her chin up and decided to face her lost love.

Then Nyota saw the stunning blonde woman wearing the yellowish/gold halter top dress, and her skirt flowing out taking up space as she glided towards them. Her eyes were glued on Spock, her smile widening as she approached. She was beautiful, thin, exposing her midriff body, "Who in the hell is this?"

Nyota's fist tightened, the woman knew Spock, a shift of jealousy rose inside her.

Spock spotted her, well her dress that flowed as she glided across the room. They made eye contact and her smile widened. She was ten feet from him, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two - her hands stretched out to greet him. "Nyota would not be pleased," ran through his mind. Spock slowly took a step back to draw maintain the remaining distance.

At the same time Nyota saw the woman stretch out her hand to touch her man, her husband, her bondmate, "What the hell, is she serious!?" Her smile widened when she was about two foot from Spock, and Nyota's anger rose. She stepped forward as Spock took a step back raising her hand in front of the woman,

"Kroy-kah!"

Nyota didn't even know she spoke in Vulcan, the woman's face fell in shock and she stopped when Nyota blocked her from Spock. Vora stepped forward and placed the staff between the two women, staring at the blonde woman.[1]

"It is inappropriate to touch the S'haile." Vora spoke firmly.

Arnak guided Spock further from the women and stood in front of him as he watched his sister and Lady Uhura handle the woman. But Spock felt differently, and surmised it would not go well for Droxine or himself.

The woman was still in shock and took a deep breath, "But I know Mr. Spock, we are old friends."

Nyota spoke up firmly and glared at the woman. "Who are you?"

Droxine looked over at Nyota cooly, "Oh, I'm Droxine from the planet Ardana, and you must be Mr. Spock's wife?"

Nyota wasn't offended at all, the reception was in their honor. The fact that the woman before her was trying to be trifling was a tacky annoyance. Nyota eyed her carefully and saw that she was attracted to her now husband. "I hope I don't have to do this often, dealing with Spock's past women."

"Yes, my name is Nyota or Mrs. Spock. I've heard of that planet, Stratos the Cloud City, it is well known for their art work. Spock had mentioned it."

Droxine looked at Spock who stood motionless and did not dare interfere with his wife's interaction with her.

"Yes it is, and I just wanted to congratulate him on his marriage."

Nyota put on her best diplomatic, calm demeanor face and said, "I've noticed, but you have to understand Vulcan protocol. It's a sign of disrespect to touch S'haile Spock or any other Vulcan, because of their touch telepathy, it interferes with their equilibrium."

Just then Kirk, McCoy and Scotty arrived to intervene as Droxine, with a look of sadness and confusion in her eyes, stared at a silent and still Spock.

Droxine gave a snarky remark, "Oh really? I didn't know. I wanted to talk to Spock."

Kirk stood next to her and lightly touched her elbow. "Droxine, it's wonderful to see you again. How is your father?"

Droxine looked up at Kirk and smiled.

"Oh Captain Kirk, it's wonderful to see you. My father is here somewhere talking to the president of the Federation."

Kirk smiled at her and guided her elbow in a different direction. "Why don't we have a drink and find him. I want to find out about the Troglytes since we left."

"Aye, I've heard it was your planet that was essential in saving millions." Scotty said, giving her a winning smile.

Kirk left with Scotty and the confused Droxine, while McCoy looked at Uhura, "Are you okay?"

Nyota slowly shot a glare over her shoulder at Spock, showing his stoic face and said firmly.

"Why yes doctor, just fine."

McCoy looked at Spock and shook his head knowing that he was in big trouble.

"Okay, I'll see you later then."

He picked up another champagne flute, lifted it up towards Spock and left.

Nyota and Vora turned and stepped back next to Spock. While they stood calmly, their minds were not. Something was said quite clearly.

"What was that? Do you need to tell me something about her? Please don't tell me you dated her or worse."

"Nyota-I will not discuss the situation with you at this moment."

"Obviously she was very, very interested in you."

"Ny-ota please."

"She was definitely into you, she was willing to touch you. Have you touched her? Had you had..."

"Nyota, it seems you are upset."

"You. Owe. Me. Mister-big time!"

 

End Notes:

 

A/N:

Star Trek TOS:

The Cloud Minders [1]

 

Chapter 34-Onto Altair VI -part 2 by Uhura the 9th
Author's Notes:

Beta Reader: SilverMoonfire Summary: The receiving line for the reception was going well until the Vulcan counsels and T'Pring made their introductions. Spock got into big trouble with Nyota when Droxine made her grand introduction. But there is more to come.
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Onto Altair VI - Day 1 of the Reception continued

In the Spotlight

Saana is wearing one of Eve's collections, a full gown of bright African print that was slightly off the shoulder with a thick choker necklace, Eve was excited for the big reveal. She was in her glory, being recognized for her talents, and now she had the opportunity to be broadcast live with Everett Taylor and Michelle Combs in the wedding reception.

"Planet Earth, we have an exclusive report from the designer of Nyota Uhura's wedding dress, Lt Evelyn Brody. And with her, we are interviewing none other than the mother of the bride, Professor Saana Uhura of the United States of Africa. Eve, what is Ms. Uhura wearing?"

"Thanks Everett, it's wonderful to be here with nearly all the delegates from the Federation partaking in this wedding reception. Ms. Uhura is more traditional and conservative, so she's wearing on her head a blue printed African hair wrap that represents her culture. The patterns are intricately designed to reflect her complexion. This pattern also flows through her bodice, the skirt is full flowing and one solid color. This style not only represents her culture but is also a style that compliments her figure."

"You are so right Eve, that dress does compliment her hourglass figure, what a model! Will we see more of your designs Eve?"

"Yes, tomorrow. At the moment, Nyota is wearing traditional Vulcan robes that are layered with an underskirt that represents her husband's clan."

"That is awesome Eve and thank you. Do you have anything else Professor Uhura that you want to say?" asked Michelle.

"No, not at the moment, I am enjoying myself being with my daughter and her new husband." Saana replied as she twirled around in her gown.

Everett commented with a snap and twist of his fingers. "You sure are Ms. Thang, you work that gown! On behalf of Everlasting Lasting Love Agency, we thank you. Back to you Eve!"

Eve looked and thanked Ms. Uhura for modeling her gown, "This is so exciting, I'm already receiving orders as we speak. Thank you for the interview!"

"Good for you young lady, I can tell you worked hard on this. The print on my dress is so historical it tells a story. Plus, I feel so much better hearing positive feedback about my daughter. Thank you for being her friend."

Eve's eyes teared up. She was so grateful to be a part of the reception and friends with Nyota. She gave Saana a big smile. "Now go mingle and enjoy yourself with your family."

"Thanks I will, I am going to find Nyota and Spock."


2nd Event of the Reception:

Saana left the interview and went to meet more delegates, she had the opportunity to be amongst such a diverse party like this. She was introduced by Amanda; Andorians, Betazoids, Quills, and the president of the Federation, most of them worked with Sarek. Saana wandered alone at one point to observe the different cultures and species of people. She was lost in the moment. Saana felt she was meeting celebrities, she personally logged in her mind how to document the event.

Saana ended with familiar faces; Kirk, McCoy and Amanda were talking.

Amanda saw her first, "Hey! There you are Saana, are you having a good time?"

McCoy tipped his glass to her, "I see you have become a celebrity Saana."

"And a fashion model for my crewman Brody," added Kirk with a smile.

"Yes, it's all for a worthy cause. Unity and understanding"

McCoy gave Saana a warm smile. "By the way madame you do look extravagant."

Saana smiled and batted her eyes, "Why thank you doctor McCoy, I noticed the accent when you said that."

Kirk chuckled and gave an eye to Bones: "He always does that when there is a beautiful woman around."

The four of them chit-chatted until a tall gray haired man joined them.

"Gentlemen and ladies."

Kirk and McCoy straightened up quickly and wiped the smiles off their faces, pulling back their shoulders.

Chester observed Kirk and McCoy at attention.

"At ease men."

Saana turned and looked up, smiling sweetly, and surprised, "Chess you're here? What a pleasant surprise!"

Amanda looked in awe, and mouthed "Chess?" while Kirk and McCoy did a choked cough, spitting their drinks again.

Chester had his winning smile and soft, deep voice. Those silver-blue grayish eyes looking down on the woman of his dreams.

Amanda looked at the two and saw the attraction in Nimitz's eyes. "Saana you-you know Admiral Nimitz?"

"Yes, we met at Starfleet Command, he gave me Kay's memorial records. Remember I told you?"

Chester, taking Saana's hand, put it against his lips and kissed her knuckles, while meeting her eyes and then wrapping it around his arm.

"I've wanted to see the mother of my master code breaker again."

Saana blushed, "Oh, Chess."

Kirk and McCoy bowed their heads to hide their reaction and mouthed 'Chess' with a smirk.

Amanda looked again between the two and saw the affection. "Oh my, it's good to see you again Nimitz."

"Please, Amanda, for the day and the rest of this evening, please call me Chester. This is a special occasion, and it's rare that I get invited to such events."

Kirk and McCoy could only stare in disbelief. The hard, cold, by the book Fleet Admiral was showing his soft side, and it was scary. They both looked at each other with their mouths open, what made it worse was that Nimitz was smiling.

Amanda asked again, then looked at Saana in confusion, "So how did you two meet at Starfleet?"

"I sent two officers to support the Professor when she stayed at the Vulcan Embassy, and this spitfire of a woman had them running out the building." Chester said, chuckling.

"I hope I didn't scare them?" asked Saana.

Chester laughed and smiled more before looking at Amanda. "Well, I said to myself, I want to meet the woman who scared off two of my best officers. When I met her I asked her to join me for lunch and she accepted."

Kirk stared from Saana to Nimitz and just couldn't believe it, he couldn't even talk. All Kirk could think about was how this man was on his ship the whole time as a hard nose, stiff neck of a man. If he had known that all it took was a set of pretty brown eyes, he would've taken Professor Uhura with him.

Chester's heart jumped so much, he couldn't contain himself, she was here holding his arm. He felt like he was still in a dream and was just starting to wake up.

"Saana, would you like to take a walk with me in one of the many gardens here?"

"That would be nice Chess," responded Saana, fixed on his steel gray eyes.

Nimitz excused himself and addressed Kirk.

"Kirk, McCoy thank you for escorting me here and for your hospitality on the Enterprise. Amanda, congratulations on your son's wedding and this wonderful reception."

He smiled down and led Saana off into the midst of the crowded gathering.

Amanda watched them walk away confused. "I would never have imagined that she meant Admiral Nimitz."

"You and I both, I can't believe what I just witnessed." A confused Kirk said as he watched them walk off.

"Looking at what has happening so far, it couldn't get worse." McCoy again tried to finish his drink before noticing it was empty.

"I don't even remember drinking this, I know I'll need more if anything else happens at this reception."

Amanda smiled and remembered Nimitz's demeanor, the man was a legend for being no nonsense, direct, and having a rough temper. Now seeing him so soft, smooth, and debonair with Saana shocked her. Knowing how Healer Shath has a crush on her... things could get complicated for Saana and her non-existent love life. She looked at both men, sipped her drink and smiled.

"You haven't seen anything yet Captain Kirk and Dr. McCoy. Those Uhura women can slay dragons!"

Kirk looked at McCoy and wondered what she meant.


3rd Event of the Reception:

Shath had been observing Saana from a distance for some time. He didn't know why he followed her, he only knew he had an undeniable urge to keep her safe. Safe from other potential mates. So far, several delegates had approached her and engaged in a suitor's quest. She wore a universal translator to support simple greetings, but when she smiled it triggered a response from the suitors to continue to engage in conversation. Shath rubbed his heart, unable to prevent his body's response to the social transactions. Touching is such an extremely intimate act to him and his people, seeing her interact with others intimately in such a casual way pained him pain in a way he could not give words to. When Saana engaged with T'Amanda and the two starfleet officers he met at T'Pau's dinner, he took a deep breath, they were not a threat. Shath observed them while he attempted to converse with another Vulcan, remaining on guard, Shath stiffened when a Starfleet admiral approached her, then he kissed her hand. Shath's hands started to flex back and forth into fists, his breathing increased, his brows arched and his thoughts betrayed him, "MINE! Do not touch her!" His feet started to move towards the couple when a low commanding voice stopped him.

"Stay where you are Healer Shath, do not interfere."

Shath froze, glancing to see Sarek standing next to him.

Sarek saw the turmoil in his friend.

"You are not bonded to her, your display would cause confusion and conflict."

Shath took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "But he is touching her, violating.."

Sarek cut him off, "Violating what law? Uhura has not broken any bonding laws, nor is she a citizen of our planet. Your justification is illogical, I question your state of being."

"My state is nominal, my facilities are excellent."

"Yet you struggle with her being approached by other males. You, Shath, have no claim. I've warned you."

"Yes, you have stated it as such, I don't understand why I-"

" I understand quite well, come let us return to our suite and meditate to release this hold and find balance."

Shath thought about it and Sarek was right, if he stayed here it could trigger a physical altercation. He didn't want to jeopardize his opportunity to bond with Saana, he must use wisdom. Shath watched Saana walk arm in arm with the Starfleet officer, smiling and laughing as they walked into the garden. He reluctantly turned and left the reception with Sarek as his support, rubbing his heart as he went.


While Spock and Nyota held court with delegates, their vanguard nearby keeping watch, Karu and Charlene joined them.

"Nyota, this is so beautiful, how exciting, I've never met so many people from different parts of the Federation!"

Charlene grasped Nyota's hands in excitement.

Karu chimed, "I've never been to a reception like this at all!"

"Ny you should see Eve, she's on cloud nine with her interview and being second host to this reception. You made her dreams come true."

"I'm proud of Eve too, she does deserve this, she gave up a fashion career to work in Starfleet." responded Nyota.

"Nyota, if she was not in Starfleet you would not have met Lt. Brody and seen her designs." Spock added.

The three of them looked at Spock and slowly agreed. Nyota leaned into her husband's arm and smiled at her logical wonderful man.

"With that said, I need to use the ladies room, come with me Char."

Nyota grabbed Char's arm and left followed by her personal guard Vora.

Sulu stood with Spock and looked around at his grand reception.

"Did you expect something like this Mr. Spock?"

"No, I did not plan this event, it is the combination of my family and Vulcan High Command. I find it quite interesting that this event is on my behalf."

"Why so?"

"There is, as you say, a mixed history of events that occurred that made certain parties react."

"Oh? Do you know most of the delegates?"

"Yes, my father has been a diplomat since before my birth. I was introduced to many of them as a child. Would you like to be introduced to Ambassador Malitalu?"

"Who?"

"According to my resources, he has a wide ranging sword collection."

Sulu gave him the biggest smile. "Mr. Spock, now you're speaking my language, lead the way."

Both men turned to find the ambassador, followed by Commander Arnak. Along the way, people greeted Spock and gave him congratulations on his marriage. Sulu was impressed with different delegates as they mingled around the large reception.


4th Event of the Reception:

The Battle with T'Pring

[The votes are in and the people have spoken. They wanted Uhura and T'Pring to meet and confront each other. I had hoped the opposite, but it's in the future. After watching Star trek-Discovery, I started to like Micheal Burnham who often acts confused at first, but when the chick was in a fight? She can kick butt and then turn diplomatic. I do like the fight scene where she demonstrated the Vulcan martial art, which Spock currently is teaching Nyota. I had plans to write that, but the votes have spoken! Enjoy!]

T'Pring stood next to Stonn and observed the reception with its various people of the Federation. But deep inside, T'Pring was seething, she didn't want to be here at the reception, or face the fact that Spock had bested her again. When word spread across Vulcan that Spock had returned the Intrepid's katras home, it was magnificent, glorious even. No Vulcan had achieved such a task. She hated Spock, his intelligence drove her crazy. Since their youth Spock performed better than her, it showed. What made it worse was that she had to give homage to him and his human bride. She didn't know what he desired in such a simple creature as a human. Then again, he was human too. But now she wasn't sure just how human he was, his abilities had out shown all of Vulcan and Spock he become a sovereign citizen. How did he do it, how with all those emotions flowing about him? She felt her intelligence should prevail, but that wasn't the only thing that was bothering her.

Her family had to pay for the Kali-i-farr incident. A challenge which she had every right to make! This reception was only part of the debt.

She had to endure this ...this humiliation.

Stonn looked down at her, sensing her distress.

"All is well T'Pring, in another day we can depart from Altairs."

T'Pring kept her face firm , and compressed her lips. "Yes, you are correct. I continue to receive a glare from T'Pau to entertain me."

Stonn glanced around to see T'Pau on her dais staring at them. He bowed his head, and wondered how long the S'chn T'gai clan would hold this incident over them. He knew that T'Pring had thought the plan out, he had desired her, she had desired him. To this day he asked why she had deviated from their plan. In his most private thoughts he had perhaps doubted he could best Spock in the duel. Did she too?

She turned to Stonn. "My husband, I will seek refreshment and center my thoughts."

"If you wish, my wife."

T'Pring walked among the crowd to find a place of peace. Not long after arriving in the corridor, she met other female Vulcans conversing about their careers and the Intrepid, causing T'Pring to become frustrated. Spock had become highly respected, legendary, because of the Intrepid. Vulcan females found Spock to be more desirable than before, and asked themselves how he had been overlooked as a potential mate. She didn't realize how powerful Spock had become, his telepathy must be unlimited. Her resentment of him continued to grow, she could never match him in her lifetime.

From a distance T'Pring watched Spock's wife walking with a guard and another human female. The two females were laughing and touching each other's arms, while the guard maintained a passive face and walked behind them with an imperial staff. T'Pring remembered she had seen the guard before at the academy, her brother was a commander in Vulcan Central.

The corridor was so wide that they could pass each other from a distance, and go unnoticed if not looking.

She glared at the two human females, and they returned the stare as they walked. T'Pring whispered something that caught Nyota's ears, she instantly walked over to T'Pring and stared at her.

"Did you say something? T'PRing? Did you just call me human?" Nyota demanded firmly with her sharp eyes.

"I like challenges. As a matter of fact, let's talk about challenges, I have never ran from a challenge. I've learned to face them."

Staring at each other, not moving, Nyota continued,

"How about you? Have you ever run from a challenge?"

T'Pring was slightly taller than Nyota, but that didn't stop her from looking dead in her eyes.

Charlene held her arm and tried to stop what was about to happen. "Ny, you don't..."

Nyota held up her hand to halt Char's sentence. Charlene just shook her head and whispered,

"Oh sh$t, this is not going to end well."

T'Pring tilted her head up haughtily. "I accept all forms of challenges, in a logical way, something Terrans fall short of ..."

Vora stepped forward, giving a warning look and pounded her staff.

"T'Pring, it is inappropriate to talk to the S'haile's wife in such a manner, you will show respect!"

Nyota spoke firmly while still looking at T'Pring. "No Vora, let her speak. Me being a lowly Terran, she can instruct me on how to be a Vulcan. Now, back to your term of 'accepting challenges in a logical way', it brings to mind your first wedding challenge. Would you say it was done in a logical way?"

"Yes, in accordance with my rights as pertaining to our laws."

"I find it... fascinating that you said that, because I see that you did out of fear." Nyota said sharply.

"Fear? I do not understand your meaning, I have no fear as a Vulcan."

Nyota slowly chuckled and arched her brow, she didn't want anyone to hear what she really had to say. So, she continued the rest in Vulcan.

"Are you sure? I said it was."

"Clarify."

"Was it not fear that you chose Captain Kirk instead of Stonn as a challenger? Was it not fear resulting from your knowledge that Spock was the stronger Vulcan, because you knew of his abilities? Was it not fear that if Spock had won you were eternally bonded to him?"

T'Pring's eyes narrowed and her lips pursed. She had to admit to herself that the human's Vulcan was precise, she had to give Spock's wife credit for that.

"I made the logical choice in the matter, during the kal-i-fee. Our laws protect and guide us during all marriage challenges."

"Really? I see you are trying again to hide behind your guise. Stonn would have lost his life against Spock, but in fear, you spared him. You were willing to use a Starfleet officer to ensure it. He almost forfeit his life for your lie. I wonder how Stonn would have felt being chosen over a lowly Terran male, with all his Vulcan training, superior thinking, him being Vulcan male. If I were him, I would be insulted. The kal-i-fee is a battle of superior mind and strength, Spock demonstrated this with his best friend. But Stonn could or will never show YOU T'PRing his worthiness. It was your fear, T'Pring, that spared his life. I bet you told him that your decision was... logical, but in reality it was jealousy. Whoops, another human emotion."

"You continue to use that word, it has no merit. Your perception of the situation is not accurate, therefore you do not logically understand our ways as a Vulcan."

"Your ways as a Vulcan you say? I know that Vulcans have more emotions than Terrans, I know that you purposely sabotaged that wedding in your favor! It wasn't logic as you say, it was fear and jealousy."

"Why are you referring to those terms, I have no fear or jealousy. Vulcans don't display such emotions."

Nyota said in high Vulcan. "All transgression arises because of thoughtlessness.

If mind is transformed can bad behavior remain?[1]

There is no other wisdom and no other hope for us but that we grow wise."

Charlene observed the conversation volley back and forth, not understanding what was being said. But she knew that Nyota was not losing, just by the tone of her voice.

Vora was surprised, and looked at Nyota with amazement as she quoted one of Surak's laws. By how the conversation was going, Vora was gaining knowledge of T'Pring's kal-i-farr with S'haile Spock. There was quiet speculation about their wedding. She only knew that S'haile Spock left Vulcan unmarried. Realization came to Vora when she heard how the commander was used instead of Stonn. Vora stood firm, prepared to defend T'Uhura, it's a position that she was proud to fulfill.

" Well spoken T'Uhura, you have chosen the quoted law correctly." Vora said.

T'Pring looked at Vora, defending the Terran, and eyed her in irritation. T'Pring had difficulty interpreting the verse and so still she pursued Nyota.

"You quoting our laws does not make you one of us."

"Really? I am married, and bonded, to a superior Vulcan male. He could take your husband in a challenge in a heartbeat, but we will never know because you logically changed the arena. But I have to thank you."

T'Pring raised her brow, confused by the last statement. "Thank me?"

"Yes, your ill-made so-call logical decision gave me the opportunity to have Spock as my property, and bondmate, the future father of my children, and I wouldn't be having this wonderful reception if not for you." Nyota said sarcastically, waving her hands around them to the sound of soft music and talking.

T'Pring arched her brow and looked at Nyota, trying to best her by quoting 'The Way'.

"It seems that Terrans seek glory for their duty, where duty is given to all to perform. Terrans find it more rewarding than being a part of logic, you seek from me unknown emotions to satisfy my rejection of Spock."

"Oh no, my dear, I am here to reveal to you the facts leading to your choice. To show you how you misled yourself with what you thought you did by the law. But in reality, your emotions reveal your true being. You are more Terr.. human than I by your actions. You let fear guide your decision, a decision that you attempted to prove to yourself and others was justified by the laws of the kal-i-fee and logic. You even thought that Spock being rejected hurt his pride, but instead it made him a better man, a better Vulcan and now a S'haile. And again I thank you, you changed Spock into a better Commander and lover."

"That was not my intention, my intention was to choose Stonn above Spock. Spock's name is his name only."

"T'Pring, PLEASE! Your thoughts betray you, I too know why you were mad with Spock." Nyota slyly smiled at T'Pring.

"Think, your thoughts are my thoughts. At one time both of you shared consciousness as children. And your secret was revealed, Spock saw it. He knows why you hate him, and I do too."

T'Pring pressed her lips in guilt, she hated Spock because he found out her deep dark secret. Her deep loss. She wanted to leave the space that she was currently in.

"Did I strike a nerve T'Pring?"

Nyota stepped closer so that only T'Pring could hear, smiled and whispered.

"Is he here? Is he with his wife and child? I bet you were looking for him in our reception."

T'Pring wanted to scream, to run, but her control was still intact. The female knew of her treachery.

"For that, you pit two best friends against each other, you despised Spock for knowing who you really wanted. For that, you wanted him to suffer his friend's death. Now T'Pring, where is the logic in that?"

Nyota took a deep breath, eyed T'Pring up and down and felt sorry for her. She could have kicked her a$$, but she didn't because of Spock. But she did communicate the truth, woman to woman, she looked at T'Pring again and smiled.

"Well, I think I made myself clear, I want to thank you again T'Pring for the stimulating conversation. I think it was well worth it, and l learned something too. I have to rejoin my reception party, but mostly my husband the S'haile."

Nyota turned and continued walking back to the main hall where her family was still mingling. Charlene, walking beside her, couldn't believe what she had witnessed. It was deep.

"Damn Ny, you told her off.. that was deep."

"It took a long time to get there and I had more to say. I think I was diplomatic, don't you think?"

Charlene softly chuckled. "No. What did you say!? I could tell you told her off girl and you were so angry that you hushed your guard and me off."

"Sorry about that, I didn't like the way she hurt Spock or tried to kill Kirk."

Vora stayed behind and looked at T'Pring. When kal-i-fee was offered the challenger was aware of the consequences might lead to their death. But to select an unknown Terran with no prior knowledge of their Ways was unheard of.

"It was unwise to disrespect her T'Pring, your words and actions will have repercussions."

"I'm already living with the repercussions of attending this reception."

"Then you have no logic. T'Uhura has demonstrated a value of our Ways, her logic prevailed against yours. I am honored to protect such a person. Live long and prosper."

Vora was disappointed in T'Pring and her clan. Somehow, word had gotten out that they owe compensation to Sarek's family. And now, hearing T'Pring trying to insult Spock's wife, she was below any Vulcan. Vora hurried to continue her duty.

Observing in the distance stood T'Pau and T'Lara.

"Mistress, T'Uhura displayed many virtues as a citizen of Vulcan. Her words pierced T'Pring's heart and mind."

"Yes, it was a sight to see such intelligence on display. Spock has chosen wisely, T'Uhura used her own logic to over shadow T'Pring's so called kal-i-fee laws. I always wondered why the child chose the human captain verses Stonn."

"Yes, at the time it was illogical, the Starfleet captain was not versed in our it was interesting that he chose the challenge, Kirk fought adequately."

The two women came out of the shadows after witnessing the interaction. T'Pau spoke again to the conversation they overheard.

"T'Uhura spoke of fear in T'Pring, feelings that should have been controlled since her puberty, but yet her actions that day showed something else. 'Fascinating'."

"Yes, T'Pau, it will be quite interesting to see what this marriage will reveal."

T'Pau walked with her staff and gave a slight smirk. "Or produce, my child. It would be quite interesting indeed."

They continued to walk slowly down the hall and T'Pau asked T'Lara.

"Are the arrangements completed with Starfleet?"

"Yes Mistress, when the Enterprise docks at the Earth Station our engineers will be in place by your orders."

T'Pau was grateful to have an assistant that was able to do all the things that she couldn't. Now, to see her grandson achieve great service for Vulcan and beyond.

 

End Notes:

 

[1]The Teachings of Surak

Translated from the original Vulcan

by Gregory Hoover

 

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