A Ride to Remember by T'Riva
Title: A Ride to Remember
Author: T'Riva (rstrimble@sbcglobal.net)
Series: TOS
Pairing: Sa, Am, K.
Warnings: [PG-13]; sexual titillation & naughtiness.
Acknowledgements: I would like to thank Selek for the beta read.
Archive: Sarek and Amanda group; ASCEM; all others please ask.
Disclaimer: Paramount owns these guys, I just take them out to play and
don't get paid.
Summary: Hide and seek, and getting caught.
Kirk had covered the entire conference area and attached resort hotel and
couldn't find Sarek or Amanda anywhere, though it seemed everyone had just seen
them. He ground his teeth in irritation; it was almost as if they were
trying to avoid him. But that would be completely, illogical? His lips tugged almost into a smile, but he
refused to be seduced by the amusing notion that he could lose the ambassador
and his wife like some incompetent rookie journalist might. They had to
be here, somewhere.
He noticed that the turbolift he had entered was headed to the penthouse
suites, and had an inkling that Sarek and Amanda might have been "too
busy" to answer their door, or he'd just missed their arrival when he had
rung twenty minutes before. Perhaps they might be on their way down
now. But as he rode up, he reconsidered. It made more sense to stop
for a coffee at the café near the elevator lobby – he'd certainly notice them
coming off or getting on. He decided that sounded much more practical and
relaxing. The turbolift chimed softly at the top floor and an attractive
middle-aged human couple stepped on, looking oddly at him before they separated
to opposite sides.
Okay, so not a couple, but well matched, except perhaps in height. `And
yes, I rode the turbolift to the top so that I could ride it back down again,'
he thought, anticipating their question. He felt himself blush slightly,
hoping they didn't recognize him and think he was too used to starship travel
and was getting his jollies riding up and down the turbolift instead, in his
need for velocity.
The turbolift glided down the long tower, stopping every now and then to admit
or discharge its passengers. Kirk stole a glance at the woman of the
attractive non-couple - long, light auburn curls cascading from under her
sunhat almost to her small waist, proportionally large, round breasts, shapely
legs, and beautiful pouty lips, though the rest of her face was hidden behind
large oval sunglasses. Perhaps a little older than his usual dalliance,
but beautiful nonetheless. And he certainly didn't want to discriminate,
he thought with a rueful smile. She seemed not to notice him admiring her form,
so he continued to enjoy his scrutiny and thought he might have met her
somewhere before.
He noticed the attractive man of the non-couple was staring at him, his lips
tightening in what appeared to be irritation. `What the hell was his
problem?' Kirk stared back at the larger man in the Harvard sweatshirt
and tight jeans that irritatingly fit his form well enough to catch a young
woman's eye at the front of the lift. The woman glanced at the man's
obvious package and then his aristocratic face, smiling invitingly. The
man was not a student by the few streaks of gray at his temples. A
professor maybe or some CEO dressing down on his vacation, and rich to be
staying in a penthouse at this renowned resort-hotel.
Kirk felt at a disadvantage again since this man also wore sunglasses and a
sunhat so that he could see only his clean-shaven cheeks and chin, full lips,
and a Roman nose. He appeared to be Greek or Italian - his face was
tanned with olive undertones, his wavy dark hair that poked out from the hat
was streaked from the sun. He gave the impression of old
money and privilege – that haughty air. Something about him also looked
familiar. The man broke the stare to check the floor lights, then leaned
back into the rail, arching his back and forcing said package out with the
stretch as he laid his head back against the turbolift wall. Kirk
couldn't help but notice the man still had a strong, well-muscled chest.
The woman Kirk had been eyeing now watched the Harvard man with a naughty
smile. Kirk squared his chest, and thrust out his pectorals. But
the woman had locked eyes with the Harvard man. Kirk felt irritation; he
was used to catching the lady's eye. He remembered recently feeling this
way before, when Ambassador Sarek boarded the Enterprise and the ladies popped
up all over to catch glimpses of him, and preen, even when more often than not,
his wife stood at his side. Though as Kirk remembered he had thought he'd
caught the ambassador glance back at them a few times. Boys will be boys,
he couldn't help but think.
Kirk rethought his whole search for the elusive Vulcan. It was a break
from the conference. The diplomats had had an exhausting week and were
scattering with their armies of aides, secretaries and bodyguards. He
might have to accept the fact that he wouldn't see the pair until the trip back
to Vulcan. Perhaps it had been unrealistic to expect some quiet time so
soon with the couple, but Sarek had said the last time they met, that he
regretted that they'd had so little time to get to know one another. That
was when they shared donuts and coffee at 2:30 in the morning. Kirk had hoped to get that opportunity on
this trip.
Perhaps he could find his friend Dennan Thomas, one of the top men at
Federation Intelligence, still out in the field due only to his
resourcefulness, talent and sheer stubbornness; a regular James Bond for the
23rd century and just as cocky and good with the ladies. He'd be on the
same wavelength to check out this year's bikinis and their models, if he was
not caught up in any serious security breech. He might be free at least
for dinner.
As if summoned, the turbolift stopped again and the doors opened again to
reveal Dennan, looking irritated. He forced a smile at Kirk momentarily
and stepped inside with a harrumph.
Kirk smiled at his frazzled expression. "Lose someone?"
He had been watching Dennan chase various diplomats about the conference all
week, trying to get them to follow security precautions.
"I'd rather not discuss it in an unsecured area," he said coolly.
Kirk rephrased for him, "Another of those damned ambassadors slip out of
your net?"
Dennan's head jerked up. "Why do you ask?"
Kirk chuckled.
"Like a bunch of 3-year-olds, whining and gallivanting, hopping into cars
rolling up willy-nilly." Dennan shook his head in irritation.
"Hello! People are trying to kill you! I'm tempted to paint a
big target on Ambassador Sarek's forehead. Shit!"
A giggle erupted from the corner of the turbolift. Jim and Dennan looked
over. The non-couple had merged and were tight in one corner, arms around
each other. Jim flushed with anger. How did the man move so fast
without him noticing?
Dennan just glared at the couple, likely considering if he should run a check
on them, since he'd let it slip he'd lost Ambassador Sarek.
Kirk shook his head and eliminated the pretty, auburn-haired woman from his
romantic possibilities as he noticed her hands slip down to the Harvard man's
ass and squeeze.
Dennan was still glaring at the couple.
Kirk tapped his shoulder, "Dennan. Leave them alone."
Though he was certainly tempted to watch the groping if they were so transfixed
as not to notice him.
But Dennan wouldn't stop glaring and now Kirk was wondering what was up with
him. Did he know them? Perhaps he knew the woman as Kirk had hoped
he himself might? He imagined being caught in a turbolift between the two
men – one horny, the other spurned.
Dennan stepped over to the panel and hit the clear button.
"Damn!" he said. "Which floor did you want, uh,
madam? Sir?"
Kirk shook his head. What was up with Dennan? He certainly had a
bee up his butt about something. "They were headed for the pool –
Rec Floor." It was certainly obvious from their clothes. Kirk
poked the Rec Floor button.
Dennan hit the stop button and the turbolift slid to a halt.
"Dennan, what's your problem?" Kirk looked over at the
non-couple, a little embarrassed by Dennan's behavior, and bemused by theirs –
faces buried in each other, hats bumping. The sweetness of their embrace
deflated his previous jealousy. "Excuse him," he said
apologetically and glared at Dennan.
They still didn't acknowledge either Dennan or Kirk, which was a little odd,
but they seemed preoccupied with each other. The smack of a kiss echoed
about them, followed by another little giggle. Kirk wondered if they were
honeymooners.
"Excuse me, but what floor would you like, madam? Sir?"
Dennan said loudly, his irritation clear to all now surely.
"I don't think they mind the ride." Kirk raised his eyebrows at
his friend to lighten him up. Then he glared at Dennan when he didn't
back off. His friend had stepped beyond any apology and marched into what
would certainly be a confrontation. Kirk would at least be there to
defend this poor, enamored vacation couple, if necessary. He was starting
to be concerned about Dennan.
Dennan stepped toward the couple.
Kirk tensed to intervene. Luckily no one else was left in the turbolift.
The Harvard man held up two fingers in a peace sign. Kirk was unsure if
he meant "Peace," which would be amusing, since it seemed Dennan was
begging for a fight and the couple was barely responding to him, or if they
were referring to the second floor – the Rec Floor.
Kirk couldn't stifle a soft chuckle.
Dennan turned on him. "You're in on this, aren't you!" He
looked even angrier.
Now Kirk was completely confused, and his face must have shown it, because it
deflated Dennan's anger almost completely and he laughed out loud.
Kirk was starting to question his sanity.
"You don't even have a clue, do you?" Dennan asked.
"Just what the hell are you talking about!"
Dennan called to the Harvard man. "Oh, obstreperous one."
Another giggle spilled from the pretty woman. "I think the jig's up,
Sweetheart."
And suddenly Kirk recognized that musical, yet sardonic, feminine voice.
Then scrutinized the Harvard man, who, he realized now, had never made a sound,
likely because of his very distinctive, easily-recognizable voice.
The Harvard man turned, and sighed.
"I knew it!" Dennan exploded in frustration, but also some
humor. "God damn you, Sarek!"
Now Kirk could see Sarek under the unfamiliar clothes, accoutrements, tan, and
lengthened, mussed hair.
"A little anonymity can significantly improve a too-brief vacation,"
Sarek said. "Good afternoon, Captain, Mr. Thomas. I must
apologize for delaying my greetings but we were…undercover?"
Amanda nodded to her husband and bubbled with laughter. "It's almost
the color I used to have," she said, twirling a lock about her finger
Kirk blushed at his previous thoughts about the two of them and the actions
he'd witnessed. They obviously hadn't thought that they would be caught,
he thought, then laughed at the annoyed look on Dennan's face.
"You will be the death of me, Sarek," Dennan said, but his eyes
glinted with humor. "You are certainly my albatross."
"Hello, Jim, Dennan." Amanda removed her sunglasses.
They both bowed. "Lady Amanda," they said, almost in unison.
Though he didn't remove his sunglasses, his mannerisms under the surprising
façade showed clearly that it was indeed Sarek. He cocked his head
slightly, his consternation and amusement clear. "Just what factors
did you correlate to reveal my identity, Mr. Thomas?" The Harvard
man fell away in Kirk's mind and the ambassador and his dry humor took the
stage.
Kirk couldn't help but wonder the same as he stared at this new Sarek and
marveled at all of the thought he and Amanda had put into the change. He
had to admit that Sarek was a pretty good actor; his actions were totally out
of character with his reserved, polite manner, except perhaps for the angry,
possessive glare when Kirk had been ogling the woman who was actually the
ambassador's wife. Kirk swallowed at that.
"It's my job," Dennan said, likely enjoying Sarek's frustration at
the purposeful ambiguity creating a non-answer that Sarek was famous for.
Sarek paused as if he hoped to hear more, his ample Vulcan curiosity getting
the better of him, as it often did. His lips tugged, likely in irritation
and he sighed as they turned and strode out.
"Good day, gentlemen," the ambassador said.
"James, Dennan," Amanda smiled and nodded.
"Oh, and Sarek," Dennan added.
Sarek and Amanda paused and turned, and Kirk bet raised an eyebrow, though no
one could tell behind the sunglasses. "Tuck in the tag on the
thermals." Dennan pointed at the back of his own neck.
And Kirk realized that instead of a shirt tag he had thought he spied at the
back of Sarek's collar, almost hidden in the dark waves, was instead the tag to
high-density ski thermals that no human could wear in less than arctic
conditions without melting.
Sarek tucked in the tag as Amanda laughed out loud.
"Perhaps you'll live a few days longer with my help." Dennan's
voice had softened.
"Indeed," Sarek said, sounding very much like his son, and bowed in a
graceful sweep to Dennan before turning to escort his wife to the pool.
She slipped her arm around his waist, and he followed her cue, seeming to enjoy
playing the human husband on vacation with his beautiful wife.
The End