FIRST
STIRRINGS by Ster J
DISCLAIMER: Don’t own Trek. Wish I did. It may own ME, however…
Characters: Spock, Amanda, Sarek, Dr. Corrigan, Healer Sorel
(Thank you, Jean Lorrah, for Dr. Daniel Corrigan and Healer Sorel.)
Rating: PG
Genre: Angst
Setting: Spock hits puberty—or is it something else?
Tossing. Turning. Burning. Something was wrong. Spock put a hand to his throat and tried to
swallow past the pain. He rolled from
his bed, checking the time. It was
late. He didn't think his parents were
still awake, so he tried their bedroom first.
Amanda was lying quietly in her bed,
alone. Reflected light from Vulcan's
sister planet streamed softly through the window and spilled across her
face. Spock was startled by his
mother's radiant beauty. He drew
nearer, just gazing upon her face. He
had never noticed how very lovely his mother was.
Two hands grabbed at his shoulders
and pulled him away roughly. He
staggered to the floor. The dark figure
of his father loomed over him.
"Out!" Sarek
ordered.
Amanda awakened, startled by the sudden noise. "What's going on?" she asked
sleepily. "Sarek? Spock?
What's happening?"
Sarek picked Spock off the floor by one elbow and shoved him out
the door. "Out!" he ordered
again.
Spock found it hard to keep his
footing as Sarek kept pushing him. He
tried to understand his father's bizarre behavior. It was not yet time for the blood fever, so Sarek was not in pon
farr. What had Spock done to
deserve this kind of treatment?
Sarek had taken his son out of the
room, down the hallway, out the door into the courtyard and across the eastern
expanse of the mountain estate.
"Father!" he called. "Listen to me!"
"Out! I will not have you attack my wife in her own bed."
"Attack? I was trying to tell her I was
sick!"
Sarek took his son by the elbow and dragged him further
along. "You are not sick. It is first stirrings, and you are much too
young to be married. I must protect my
wife."
Spock was puzzled. First
stirrings came upon young Vulcan men as they reached sexual maturity. Spock was only in his mid-teens. "No!
No, I only have a fever."
Sarek refused to stop.
"Where are you taking me?"
Sarek dragged his son closer to a formation of rocks.
"Why are you doing this?
I would never hurt Mother."
Spock's bare feet slipped on the rocks surrounding a hole in the
ground. Fear flashed in him as he
realized that Sarek intended to throw him down that hole. "No, Father!"
Sarek pushed, and Spock tumbled down the smooth sides of a
well. Sarek heard a splash and knew
that Spock had hit the water. He
crouched down at the well's side and tried to see to the bottom. "I shall return for you in three
days," he called to his son.
"There is sufficient water for you, and the rock will protect you
from the heat of day."
"But why? I'm sick."
"You are not sick, my son. You will survive first stirrings." Sarek rose to his feet and turned away.
Spock's cries followed him back across the desert. "Father, no! Don't leave me here! Get
me out! Father! Papa!"
Sarek intercepted Amanda on her mad
dash to find her son.
"Sarek! Where is he? Why is he screaming like that?" Sarek held his wife firmly in place. "Let me go! You just
can't leave him out here!"
"I can. It's first stirrings, my wife. The well is the only place for
him."
Amanda threw her gaze back to her husband, incredulous. "You tossed him down a well?" She intensified her struggle. "You can't do that!"
"I can, and I have. Amanda, many generations of my family have
spent time down that well, including me.
I came out of the experience stronger for it."
Amanda sagged against her husband. "Explain."
Sarek sat his wife on a nearby rock. "Amanda, first stirrings refer to the onset of the cycle of pon
farr. If our son were older, we
would be calling on T'Pring's family and arranging a marriage right now."
"But he is too young to get
married."
Sarek nodded.
"Exactly. And because he is
so young, he will be able to survive first stirrings without risk of
madness." Sarek smoothed her
hair. "He will be fine. Trust me."
Amanda looked into her husband's face, trying to accept what he
had told her. The echo of Spock's voice
wafted across the desert. "How can
you stand to listen to that? To our boy
crying out that way?"
Sarek lowered his head a moment.
"It's not easy. Come, it's
late." Sarek turned her back
towards the villa.
"Oh, how can I sleep with our
boy out there?"
Amanda spent the better part of each
day pacing across the east windows.
Prudence kept her from dashing across the desert in the heat of
day. Sarek had canceled all of his
appointments for the three days Spock would be down the well. Amanda didn't know if Sarek did that to keep
his eye on her, or if he was genuinely worried about Spock. Amanda knew that she had married into an
alien culture, but never before had it seemed more, well, alien.
Sarek kept vigil at the window at
night. Fortunately, the predatory
creatures were giving the well a wide berth.
If I-Chaya were still alive, Sarek would have posted the sehlat at the
mouth of the well. Instead, Spock had
to face this ordeal totally alone.
Early on the evening of the third
day, Sarek loaded up the flitter with harnesses and ropes. Amanda packed food and water and
clothes. Together they flew the short
distance to the well. As Sarek busied
himself with attaching the ropes to the car's side, Amanda flung herself down
at the mouth of the well and shone a light down to the bottom. Spock was curled at the edge of the water,
asleep, she presumed.
"Spock!" she called
out. "Wake up, son. It's time to get you out." Spock didn't stir. Amanda shone the light directly onto his face. "Wake up!" Still nothing. Amanda started to panic.
She directed the light onto his abdomen to see if he was breathing.
Sarek came over to her.
"What's wrong?"
"I can't wake him up. Get him out of there! Get him out now!"
Sarek flung himself over the side and lowered himself down the
smooth shaft. Sarek shook the boy's
shoulder. No response. Sarek scooped his son into his arms and
started back up the well.
"Amanda!" he called out.
"Call the medical center!
We are bringing him right in!"
Amanda radioed the center as she
fired up the flitter's engines. As soon
as Sarek was on board with Spock, she took off and headed for the city, too
frightened for her son to be angry at her husband and this planet's bizarre
customs.
Sarek and Amanda stood vigil at the
examination room window. It was only
then that they could see Spock's other wounds--his scraped knees and elbows,
his torn feet and hands. Obviously, he
had tried to climb up the shaft to get out.
Dr. Daniel Corrigan was treating Spock's physical wounds as Healer Sorel
was employing a healing mind touch.
Once Spock was stable, Dr. Corrigan stormed out of the room and over to
the boy's parents.
"How is he?" Sarek
demanded.
"He'll live, no thanks to
you. Didn't he tell you he was
sick?"
Sarek was taken aback.
"Was that not the symptoms of first stirrings?"
Corrigan threw his hands into the air. "What gave you the idea that he was in first
stirrings?"
"I found him watching my wife
sleep, clad only in his briefs."
"Maybe he sleeps in
them?"
Sarek shrugged. "What
does this have to do..."
"He has a raging throat
infection," Corrigan interrupted, "made worse by exposure. He is severely dehydrated, even though he
was in a well, because he could hardly swallow. Sorel is doing a healing mind touch with him because he is so
angry with you. And I don't blame
him." Corrigan turned back towards
the exam room.
"So it wasn't first
stirrings?" Sarek called to him.
"First stirrings! Sarek, your son is a boy! What were you thinking?"
Sarek looked at his wife and saw the
muscles in her jaw working. Spock
wasn't the only one angry, it seemed.
She broke away from him and rushed to her son's side as Sorel came out
to Sarek.
"Sarek, your son will require a
day or two here in the hospital."
Sarek was quiet a while as he struggled to make sense of
this. He sighed. "Then
I was wrong? It was not first
stirrings?"
Sorel followed Sarek's gaze to Spock being comforted by his
mother. "It may have been. Daniel does not concur, however. The symptoms of this illness could have
masked the symptoms of onset. On
examination of him, I see that Spock has fully developed. While this is unusual for a full-blooded
Vulcan child of similar age, we know that Spock is aging at a slightly
accelerated rate." The healer
placed a hand briefly on Sarek's arm.
"Be at peace. You did what
you thought was right."
Sarek moved past the healer to his
son's side.
Corrigan returned with a padd and stylus and handed them to
Spock. "Use these to
communicate. I don't want you speaking
for a couple of days," he ordered tersely before leaving the room.
Sarek looked at his little family,
wondering if either of them would ever speak to him again. He noticed Amanda's white knuckles, and the
thin line of Spock's lips. "How
are you feeling, my son?"
Spock turned
away his head, then picked up the padd, scribbled on it, and thrust it at his
father. I TOLD YOU I WAS SICK.
"Healer Sorel believes that it
may indeed have been first stirrings."
Amanda
snapped her head towards her husband.
"Daniel doesn't think so."
"Daniel was more concerned
about the infection. Sorel has touched
Spock's mind and knows the truth."
Sarek lowered his head.
"Had I known about the infection--"
"You mean, if you had listened
to your son,” Amanda interrupted.
"Had I listened, I would have
sought a different solution."
Spock stole furtive glances at his father. He wrote another message. IS THAT AN APOLOGY?
"If you wish it to be,"
Sarek answered.
Spock drew his knees to his chest and rested his head. Amanda patted his arm. "Do you want us to leave, son?"
she asked. Spock shook his head. "Do you need Daniel to come back?" Another shake. "Sorel?"
Another shake. "How can we
help you? Talk to us."
I CAN’T.
"Maybe we should leave and let
you get some rest."
Spock grabbed at her arm and shook his head. He grabbed at padd and stylus and scrawled
another message. NO…WAIT…MAYBE THERE IS
SOMETHING…He wrote again on the padd and held it out to Sarek. EXPLAIN?
Sarek didn't hesitate. He sat himself beside his son and took
Spock's hand between his own. "My
son, my first responsibility to your mother is to see to her safety. When someone is in the blood fever, he does
not know what he is doing. He must be
dealt with severely. That is why I had
to get you away from her, so I put you in the well. Many of us over the centuries have spent time down that well,
including me. If I had listened to you
and known that you were sick, I would have found a different solution.
"Remember how you were doing
things long before other boys your same age?"
Spock nodded.
"That was because your human genes were causing you to age
and develop faster. This early onset is
only another manifestation of the effects of your hybrid physiology."
Spock thought a moment, then nodded again.
Sarek traced two fingers gently across his son's cheek. "Rest now, my son."
Spock gave his father's hand a squeeze, them stretched his body
out on the bed. Amanda pulled the cover
up under his chin and caressed his head.
"Sleep well, Spock. We'll
see you in the morning."
Sarek steered his wife out of the
room and down the corridor. "Are
you speaking to me yet?" he asked.
Amanda didn't answer immediately.
Perhaps she wasn't. "Do you
have any other barbaric customs I don't know about?"
"'Barbaric'?"
"Yes, barbaric, as in, it was
barbaric for you to throw a sick boy down a well for three days and endanger
his life to protect my virtue."
Sarek thought a while.
"None come to mind."
"I didn't think they
would."
FIN