Title: A Daddy's Heart
Author: Ster Julie
Rating: G
Codes: Sa, Mc
Summary: Sarek reflects on his relationship with Spock during the journey
to
--ooOoo--
"Just keep breathing, Mr. Ambassador," Sarek heard through his anesthesia-shrouded mind. "The surgery is over
and all went well. You are going to be just fine. You should have
no further problems with this valve. Just keep breathing and rest up
while the anesthesia leaves your system."
I haven't the strength to speak but I am able to move my head toward where
Spock lay. Doctor McCoy anticipates my question.
"Spock will be fine also, Sarek," the doctor continues.
"He just needs to rest and regain his strength. You don't need to
worry." I cannot control my brow from twitching in response.
"Yes, I know that worry is an emotion, but I'm a father, too, and I know
that all fathers worry over their children."
There was a pause as the doctor rearranged my covers. "You
know," he continued, "Spock is the one who saved your life. I
couldn't have done this surgery at all without his help. My little girl
used to sing for me an ancient song called 'My Heart Belongs to Daddy,' but I
think in this case, your heart belongs to Spock." McCoy patted
my hand, "Rest well, Mr. Ambassador."
My heart belongs to Spock. How true the doctor's words! Spock
captured my heart from his birth. No, not at the moment I first saw
him. I was too overwhelmed with the sight of him covered with Amanda's
human blood. But the first time I took him in my hands and looked into
his trusting eyes, he stole my heart. He stretched that heart with each
step of his development, with each of his accomplishments.
I did not think my heart could ever swell so large with emotion as it did the
first time he walked into my outstretched arms, when he limped out of the
desert at the conclusion of a successful kahs-wan,
when his bonding to T'Pring was declared strong and true.
I did not think my heart could ever ache with such pain as it did when Spock
was so desperately ill as a child, when he was missing from us those three
tortuous days, when he left home to travel the stars, to join Starfleet instead
of staying at my side where I could shelter him and keep him safe.
But had I succeeded in holding him back, who would have saved me on this
mission? Surely I would be lying in the ship's morgue instead of here in
this flying hospital. Doctor McCoy was right. Had Spock not been
here, I would surely have died. How true the doctor's words.
My heart belongs to Spock.
END