Title: Fateful Meetings
Author: T'Sia
Rating: PG
Pairing: Sarek/Amanda
Summary: This is a challenge response to write a first meeting between
Sarek and Amanda.
Disclaimer: Paramount owns
the characters of Star Trek. The story is mine.
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FATEFUL MEETINGS
By T'Sia
The huge linguistic building stood
dark at the university complex, the offices long since deserted by the
personnel who hurried through its corridors by day. Only two windows on the top
floor were dimly illuminated.
The young woman who was working on
one of the many computer stations in the huge office straightened from her
work. Her back and the muscles of her neck hurt badly and she grimaced slightly
when she tried to stretch in order to loosen the cramped muscles.
She sighed and gave up the attempt
to ease the dull ache and sat back, still staring at the computer screen. The
machine gave a slight sound and the status lights indicated it was working.
"Oh no, not again," she
muttered and sat up, hitting the save button as quickly as she could. She held
her breath and released it only when her action was confirmed. She looked at
the huge chronometer above the door to the office. It showed 0005 hours. She sighed deeply. She had to get up at 5 am
to be ready for the morning class. If this stupid machine had not crashed and
destroyed her work a few hours ago she would be in bed already.
Collecting her hand-written notes
from the desk she made a hardcopy of the files and saved them to a disk just to
be sure that her work would not be lost again. She turned off the unit and the
room went completely dark when she switched off the small desktop lamp at her
station.
She manoeuvred through the corridors
that were only dimly lit by the emergency panels along the ceiling and
collected the hardcopy from the printer. When she came around the last corner
on her way to the elevators she nearly dropped the notes and gave a startled
yelp when she ran into someone.
A flashlight shone into her eyes and
the grip on her arm was loosened when the night watchman recognized her as
being a staff member by reading the ID-chip on her chest. His brows lifted and
he regarded her with an accusing expression, the seriousness not quite reaching
the older man's eyes. She squinted into the light and smiled sheepishly.
"I'm sorry, I did not expect to
meet someone at this hour," she managed, her voice still a little unsteady
from the shock of the sudden unexpected meeting.
The main light panel was activated
and the corridor was lit completely.
"Neither did I," the guard
replied dryly. "Why are you working this late Miss...?"
She blushed slightly.
"Grayson," she replied. "Amanda Grayson. The computer crashed
this evening and I had to redo the work. I need it for tomorrow’s lectures. I
am new here."
"I see," he answered. “You
should light the corridors when you are leaving this late, and notify the
security team. It has to be written in the report when staff members stay this
late." he said.
"All right. It won’t happen
again," she answered and placed a strand of her wavy brown hair behind her
ear.
"Are you leaving through the
front gate or the underground car park?"
"Car park. I left the groundcar
there."
He reached into his pocket and gave
her a code card. "Take this one to open the doors to the car park and the
outer gates. This will not trigger the security alarm. You can return it to the
security personnel at the front gate tomorrow."
"Oh, thank you. I didn't know
that I couldn't leave with the card I have."
"Not at this time. The doors
are locked at 9 pm. We cannot leave the buildings open for twenty-four
hours."
"Of course not," she
answered and cursed herself for not thinking about the obvious herself.
"Thank you and good night."
"Good night," the guard
answered and continued his rounds in the other direction.
She was able to open the doors to
the car park and the gate outside without any problem and made her way home.
~*~
She drove on the deserted coast road
and watched the silvery moonlight being reflected from the water in the bay
while the stars glinted in the cloudless night. She slowed down and opened the
top of the groundcar until the cool breeze and the airflow of the drive ruffled
her hair. She smiled and relished the feeling of the cool air in her face while
she sped up again.
Muffled by the wind which rushed
along her ears she thought she had heard a crashing noise ahead. She frowned
and reduced speed again to hear better. The road hugged the coastal cliffs and
she could not see far as it disappeared behind the next huge stone wall.
Suddenly a groundcar shot around the curve and skidded off the bend, spinning
around several times. She jerked the steering wheel to the right to prevent a
crash and pushed the brake pedal to its limit. A squealing noise could be heard
when the wheels of her groundcar locked and the vehicle slid out of control.
Only a fraction of a second later
she connected with the other car. It sent her own vehicle into a spin and her
eyes widened in fear when she saw the abyss to the sea and the cliff walls
flying by in turn while the car spun around several times. The harsh stone
walls of the cliff where illuminated by the headlights of her car and with a
tremendous crash, the vehicle connected head first with the stone. She was hurled
forwards and her head connected with the steering wheel. Then she knew nothing
more.
~*~
A sound penetrated the fog. It was
dull but insistent. When she turned to it in the confines of blissful
unconsciousness she felt herself drift back to the surface and the sound grew
louder. It hurt in her ears and she tried to turn away. With a start she gained
consciousness and recognized the sound. It was the horn of the groundcar and it
wailed without end, the sound distorted by the crash. She felt her head ache
and realized she still lay on the horn panel embedded in the steering wheel.
With the force of pure will she lifted her face from the panel and the wailing
stopped. Her whole world spun and she felt a cool dampness on her forehead.
Slowly memory returned and she knew
she'd had a car accident. Carefully she sat up but slumped bonelessly against
the back of the seat, the motion sending a fresh wave of throbbing pain through
her head. When the spinning had subsided a bit she opened her eyes slowly. She
needed some seconds to realize where she was and saw the harsh contours of the
cliff ahead of her. One of the headlights was still operable and illuminated
the scene dimly.
Slowly she turned her head and the
cool breeze from the sea cooled the searing pain. She couldn't see the other
car anywhere. It must have either gone over the edge into the sea below or the
driver had taken off after the accident. Only broken pieces from both of the
vehicles lay strewn over the driving lanes. Slowly the pain in her head
subsided to a tolerable level and she checked her body for other injuries. She
found some scratches from the broken windshield on her arms but was
miraculously not injured severely.
Carefully she reached for her
forehead and when she looked at her hand it was red with blood as she had
expected. She wasn't bleeding heavily and the blood on her hands was partially
dark and already coagulated. With a twinge of shock she realized that she could
have easily died either from sliding into the sea or from any number of severe
injuries. The car was old and the security systems obviously failed. The
outcome of this could have been far worse.
She got out of the car and braced
herself on its side. When she trusted her legs enough she released her hold and
slowly made her way to the guardrail on the sea side of the road. It was not
broken and she couldn't see any other sign that indicated that the other car
had fallen into the sea. The driver must have taken off with the damaged, but
obviously still-running, car.
She looked to the right and saw a
piece of metal glinting in the moonlight. She frowned and regretted the move a
second later when fresh blood dribbled down onto her nose and white shirt. She
cursed silently and used the hem of the shirt to wipe the blood away. Then she
turned her attention to the thing that glinted in the moonlight. It lay against
the guardrail. It couldn't be the car that had hit her. It was too far away and
in the wrong direction. But it was a groundcar of some sort. Only the position
seemed odd.
She remembered the noise she had
heard shortly before the accident. Was it possible that the car with which she
had collided had caused another accident? The driver must have been drunk or
insane to finish two other cars and take off after the accidents. She tried to
see more but it was too dark and she couldn't make out any movement. As quickly
as she could, she returned to the crashed remains of her vehicle and retrieved
the emergency kit. Checking her own wounds again she realized that the bleeding
had stopped and decided to save the sealed antiseptic bandages for the
passengers of the broken car who might be injured more severely.
With slightly insecure steps she
walked along the cliff around the next curve and saw the other vehicle when she
drew nearer. It lay on its roof, crashed into the guardrail on the sea side of
the road, the skid marks still clearly visible on the driving lane. It was an
old style stretch limousine; the windows and surface coloured pitch black which
had made it difficult to be seen from her earlier position. Several windows
were broken and she spotted a pale hand lying lifelessly out of the driver's
cabin. She swallowed and drew nearer. Squatting down in slow motion she came to
eyelevel with the broken side window and glanced inside.
The window on the side that faced
the bay had a huge crack in it and a piece of glass had fallen away, allowing
some of the silvery moonlight to filter in and illuminate the scene inside.
Her eyes widened when she saw the
liquid that had splattered across the separation window to the passenger's
cabin. It looked very dark and she could not make out the colour clearly in the
moonlight. Somehow she had no doubt it was blood but it could not be human
blood. She saw a humanoid figure lying in a contorted position that left no
doubt the person was dead. Nevertheless she reached out as far as she could and
touched the neck of the driver to feel for a pulse of some sort. She did not
feel any sign of life. The skin was wet and cold. When she drew back she saw
that she had the blood of the creature on her hand. Still she could not make
out the colour in the false light. She thought it might be green but she was
not sure. She heard a small noise from
the darker side of the passenger's cabin and glimpsed through a crack in the
separation window.
Small eyes, wide open and frightened
met hers and she leaned forward to get a better look. A scrambling sound could
be heard and the eyes disappeared. 'A child,' she thought when realization hit
her. She tried to see more but the crack was not wide enough and she drew back
and crawled alongside the car until she reached one door that had partially
opened during the crash. Slowly she pulled it open wider with a screeching
sound. The physical strain rewarded her with intensifying throbbing in her head
and she paused a moment to let it ease. When the painful pulsations lessened a
bit she leaned inside the passenger's cabin carefully, straining her eyes to
see something in the semi darkness.
"Hello," she called softly.
A sound from the rear caught her
attention and when her eyes had adjusted to the darker interior of the car she
could make out the small figure of a child and the larger form of humanoid
shape lying on the roof of the car which was now the bottom in its upturned
state.
"Shh, it's okay," she
soothed and leaned further into the dark, laying the emergency kit down to
brace herself with both hands. She could see the child now. It was male and
must be three or four Standard years of age, his elfin features making it clear
he was Vulcan. He huddled beside the head of the larger figure, and touched his
hand to the figure's temples. A slight tremor went through the larger body and
an anguished moan was heard. Judging by the proportions and the deep voice the
figure was male too, and probably the father of the child whose expression
became even more frightened when he heard the moan. She watched when the boy
tried to shake the father's shoulder with all of his childish might but it
moved only slightly and caused no further reaction.
"Osu," the child
whimpered, obviously frightened by the strange alien that crawled slowly
nearer. The alien's face was covered with a dark substance which held a strange
smell and it had the green liquid of Vulcan blood on its hands. Would it harm
him? The boy hesitated to retreat back further and leave the still soothing,
solid presence between him and the alien. But, despite his early telepathic
education, his fear mounted. His control slipped and his lower lip quavered. He
cast a glance at the emergency signal and saw it was still flashing like it did
when he pushed the button. Why weren't other Vulcans coming to help them? The
alien came nearer. "Go away,"
he said in Vulcan and grabbed the elder’s tunic for comfort.
Amanda hesitated. She understood
what the child said. The words were Vulcan. The boy was understandably
frightened with his father unconscious and a blood-covered alien crawling
inside the car, she realized. What astonished her was the fact that the child
seemed to initialise a mind meld at this tender age. As far as she knew Vulcan
children were taught this technique much later in life. Maybe this little boy
was specially gifted. She stopped her approach and projected calm and
comforting feelings. She followed the child's gaze to the emergency light that
still flashed as it broadcast its signal. The boy must have activated it after
the accident. 'Clever child,' she thought when she turned back to him. But
there was no time to lose. "Have
no fear, little one," she said in Vulcan. "I will help you." The
phrases were still difficult to pronounce for her and she wondered whether the
child understood her.
The boy still regarded her with fear
in his huge dark eyes but the shivering of the small body had lessened a bit.
He understood her, obviously, but she could not blame him for not trusting her.
Carefully she shifted her position and looked the child over as far as she
could for any injuries. She could see a small dark scratch on the boy's
forehead but nothing more from her position.
With a concerned glance at the
Vulcan male who lay between them and who was only breathing shallowly she
realized time was running out and she had to get to the boy to insure that he
was not badly injured. Then she had to get help for the older Vulcan quickly,
so she leaned forward and reached for the boy's arm.
When the female alien touched his
arm he saw the blood on its face and hand clearly. A wave of emotions and
feelings washed over him, mingling his own shock and pain with hers. Frightened
for his life his still fragile childish control snapped and he fought, calling
for help loudly.
Amanda held on to the fighting child
as gently as she could without releasing him. She had nearly dragged him over
to her when a large hand closed painfully around her wrist, nearly crushing her
bones. She yelped and barely avoided breaking her hold on the child who had
suddenly stopped fighting. She spun to the man lying beside her and saw it was
he who had grabbed her arm painfully. His face was covered with dried blood but
his eyes were open and their gazes locked onto each other tightly.
Suddenly she seemed to fall and
pictures flashed in her mind so quickly she nearly blacked out from the
intensity of it. She saw pictures of wide, ochre-coloured deserts, of foreign
cities and unfamiliar people until she realized the memories were not hers. The
vortex of swirling pictures and impressions pulled her down to its base and she
was suddenly one with the Vulcan; saw what he saw and felt what he felt. S/he
sat in the car, watching the boy play before the accident. Suddenly the vehicle
was hit from the side and behind. It spiralled out of control and turned upside
down. While they were in motion s/he grabbed the child and curled around it,
shielding the fragile body from the bone-crushing impacts as the car rolled
over several times. At last the security belt tore and s/he was thrown into the
roof of the car and blackness descended.
Pain washed through them and a
separate part of Amanda's mind realized the Vulcan was injured severely. He
shouldn't be conscious at all. Only the desperate cries of his child must have
called him back from the verge of death. He was weakening quickly and the grip
he had on her wrist lessened along with the intensity of the mental contact.
Dizziness washed over her when her brain tried to compensate for the mental
intrusion. Pictures were still swirling in her head and she felt panic grip her
for an instant when she realized the former intensity of the contact and
weakened controls of the Vulcan had formed a link between them. She was no
telepath and could not break it. What if he died and dragged her with him? His
mind was delirious, barely able to formulate a coherent thought. Only the urge
to protect the child broadcasted clearly. She tried her best to project calming
feelings and thoughts. She broadcasted the message that she would not harm the
child. She did not know whether he understood her. She'd never experienced a
mind meld before. It was like speaking in a foreign language. His eyelids
fluttered and his eyes rolled back when he was about to lose consciousness
again.
Afraid he could die and take her
with him she called out mentally and tried to reach him. Collecting all her
remaining power she imagined throwing a lifeline to him. The response was weak and she felt like
something took hold of her thoughts like a drowning man taking hold of an
offered lifeline. Paradoxically she did not reject it. She felt herself
becoming weaker and knew he was drawing energy from her. It was the most
amazing feeling she had ever had and she tried to strengthen the link. Her
attempts were clumsy compared to a real telepath but it was sufficient to
prevent the Vulcan from dying.
The intensity of the link lessened
and she became aware of the real world around her. She was breathing heavily
and opened her eyes slowly. Her weak gaze was met by the curious look of the
Vulcan boy who was observing her carefully.
Obviously he didn't understand why
an alien and a non-telepath could help instead of harm them. He found an
acceptable distance between him and the female when her grip on him had
loosened after the unintentional mind meld between the adults.
Suddenly the interior of the
limousine was brightly lit and a flitter descended beside them. Amanda’s vision swam slightly before her but
she was able to make out the medical insignia on the flitter's side. With a
relieved sigh she sagged a little and waited until the emergency team had cut
away the side of the limousine to retrieve the injured.
'Poor boy. More aliens to deal
with,' Amanda thought when she saw the boy tense upon realizing the members of
the rescue team were not Vulcans but Humans. She regarded him through heavy,
half-closed lids. The poor child obviously did not know where to go and in his
despair, he chose the place that held less danger in his opinion and crawled
over to her, snuggling into her arms, one hand resting on the hand of the older
Vulcan which was still closed around Amanda's wrist.
Moved by the fragile trust the child
showed her due to her helping actions she enclosed him with her other arm and
stroked his head soothingly. Through her touch the boy probably felt her
connection to the other Vulcan and it calmed him enough to let the emergency
team approach. They examined the Vulcan and hooked him up to a portable life
support system. They stabilized him
first and ran their scanners over Amanda and the boy afterwards. The child
pressed even closer to her when the scanner hummed over his head.
A questioning gaze from Amanda was
met by an encouraging smile of the medic.
"He is fine," he said. "Just a few scratches and bruises.
But your head is worse. You have a severe concussion and a slight neural
disorder."
"Must be the link," she
muttered.
"The link?" the medic
asked. He was astonished. As far as he knew there existed no marriages between
Humans and Vulcans so far. The child was obviously fully Vulcan so this could
not be the mother. But maybe she was bonded to the Vulcan. He knew the
surviving partner of a Vulcan couple could die too due to the mental loss of
the other and he made a mental note to call a Vulcan healer to the hospital to
care for the woman in case the injured Vulcan died.
With a little effort they loosened
the Vulcan's hand from the woman and loaded him into the flitter. His vital
signs dropped when the connection was severed but stabilized again when they
brought the woman in and laid her on the second diagnostic bed. The child still
clung to her and snuggled down beside her on the way to the hospital.
~*~
Amanda's injuries were minor
compared to that of the Vulcan and after her concussion had been treated she
was seen by a Vulcan healer who explained to her what the link meant; that the
other Vulcan was drawing strength from her to stay alive. She had most likely
saved his life with offering the help although the link had been a great risk
to both of them. It would have to be severed after the surgery. Until then the
healer had closed off their minds from one another except for the life-ensuring
link. He stayed ready, however, to severe it immediately if the Vulcan died so
that she wouldn't die as well.
Now she sat in the waiting room, the
little Vulcan boy cradled in her arms. After his father had been brought in for
surgery he had refused to leave her side and had clung to her until he fell
asleep. She looked upon the elfin features of the boy and realized how
vulnerable he looked - just like a Human child, only with slightly different
features. He had been trained in telepathy early. Of that she had no doubt but
otherwise he acted like Vulcan and Human children at this tender age. He was
obviously frightened and overwhelmed by the events of the day. She cradled him
closer and stroked the fine black hair away from his forehead.
The double doors of the outer
entrance opened and she expected to see investigation personnel again who
wanted to interrogate her on the facts of the accident. They had suspected she
had caused the accident at first but they had found clear signs of a third
groundcar and the position of her own made it impossible for her to have caused
the crash with the limousine. They still had not revealed the identity of the
Vulcan or the boy to her but she suspected the Vulcan must be of high rank. The
limousine and the heavily-adorned robe the Vulcan wore testified to this fact.
She leaned forward and saw a tall,
imposing Vulcan approach the counter where the nurse on duty kept the night
watch. They spoke for a moment and then the Vulcan turned his head and looked
straight at her. Her heart nearly stopped. He looked much like the man whose
life she had saved. He was just slightly stronger built and his hair was a
shade darker. 'He must be closely related to the man in the ICU,' she thought.
He said something to the nurse and started in her direction.
Nervously she shifted the child in
her arms and sat straighter when the door to the waiting room opened and the
Vulcan entered. She could see a warm glow in his eyes when he regarded the
sleeping child in her arms. Then his gaze travelled up to her face and she met
his eyes that looked remarkably warm for a Vulcan although his face remained
expressionless.
He wore a dark robe, cut in a Vulcan
style without any ornaments. Only the golden clan insignia were embroidered on
the collar of the outer robe. She tried to identify them but failed, her
still-fogged brain refusing to supply the right information. The Vulcan
approached her with cat like grace that barely hid the amount of power he held
in check.
He spoke up with little introduction
and his deep voice vibrated in his chest. "They say my brother is doing
well. He will survive and the link can be dissolved or transferred to my
mind." He regarded her calmly. He
had been astonished to learn that this Terran female had offered a link to save
his brother's life. It could have well been her own death but she chose to help
nevertheless. The fact that she coped well with a mind meld naturally surprised
him even more. He barely could make out any ill side effects in her features.
They shone only with the remains of the shock and the concussion. Fatigue was
clearly visible in her posture and he sat beside her and gently took the
sleeping child from her arms. The boy stirred lightly but did not wake up. He
touched the child's mind briefly and strengthened the link. Then he turned to the Terran woman and
lifted his hand, questioning her with his gaze.
"Is it save to transfer the
link now?" she asked, carefully reaching for the secured pulsing link that
connected her with the Vulcan in the ICU.
"Yes. You will not suffer any
ill effects and neither will my brother," he answered calmly.
She sighed deeply and tucked her
hair behind her ear to give him sufficient room to place his hand against her
face.
He watched every movement she made
and was amazed at the simple grace with which she moved her hand and tilted her
head to one side to give him better access. The light from the little light on
the wall illuminated the room with a warm glow that shone on her features and
emphasized the soft planes and angles of her face and her neck, glinting softly
off her brown curls. Mesmerized, he regarded her and felt a little twinge when
he pondered the possibility that she might want to renew the link with his
brother when all this was over.
She regarded him quizzically and he
shoved away the disturbing, illogical thoughts and placed his hand on her face.
Her skin was soft and slightly cool. He initiated the meld and her mind opened
to him in acceptance. Slowly he manoeuvred through her thoughts, careful not to
invade her personal memories. He pondered about the surprising ease with which
he would be able to form a lasting link with her but she was not his. He felt a
strange familiarity with this mind and he had to summon his controls not to get
distracted. He did not expect to find
this in a non-telepath. Reminding himself of the reason he was performing the
meld he loosened the pulsing link with his brother from her and attached it to
his own mind, feeling the steady flow of energy to his brother. If it was
recognizable for him it must have been straining for her, especially in her
current condition. Carefully he closed all remaining connections from her to
the mind of his brother and retreated, although a little bit reluctantly.
When he broke the meld she turned
and regarded him with surprise shining in her eyes. "I did not realize how straining the link was. Thank
you," she said.
"It is I who has to offer
gratitude," he answered. "You saved the life of my brother," he
looked down at the child he cradled gently in his arms, "and that of my
son."
Her brows rose. "Your
son? But I thought your brother is his father." She felt a slight rush of
regret when he admitted the child was his. If this was his son, then he was
surely married. Puzzled, she analysed the feeling. This could not be. She only
knew this Vulcan for a few minutes. Why did it matter to her that he was
possibly married? She tried to shake of the disturbing feeling but she
remembered the gentleness with which he had moved inside her mind and she could
not help the longing for his touch. Then she remembered the boy's words in the
limousine and she frowned lightly. “Why did your son call the other Vulcan 'osu'
when he is his uncle? Does this word not mean ‘sir’?
“The translation is correct.” He
hesitated, not willing to discuss personal issues.
Noticing his reluctance to explain
the circumstances further she decided to lead the discussion back to safer
territory. “I see. The word did mislead
me then. I thought it was a title and replacement for father.”
He gave the impression of a smile
but his lips did not move. "No," he said. "The child is mine.”
The amused gleam in his eyes vanished. “His mother died recently and my brother
brought him to Earth for me. They had just arrived when the accident
happened." He stopped and realized with surprise he had spoken about
personal issues he originally did not want to discuss.
"I grieve with thee," she
intoned in Vulcan, causing his eyebrows to climb into his hairline, distracting
him from his thoughts.
He masked his surprise about the
fact that she spoke Vulcan and knew the ritual words as well as he did, and
gave the ritual answer. Then the two of them regarded each other silently, both
comfortable in the other's presence.
A movement outside of the waiting
room caught Amanda's attention and she saw one of the two investigating
officers who had interrogated her after her treatment. The man looked inside
the waiting room briefly but nodded only to the Vulcan and moved on. Amanda's
gaze turned back to the man beside her. Had they told him more than she knew?
“What about the driver of the other
car?” she asked. “Did they already find him or her? They didn't tell me.”
“I spoke to the security patrol and
they have already identified the other ground car. It will not take long until
the driver is arrested,” he answered.
She leaned back in the comfortable
chair. “Good. He nearly killed us all.” The picture of the smashed driver’s
body in the limousine flashed in her mind and she closed her eyes.
He saw her fighting with what seemed
to be painful memories. He imagined the scene in the car and had to tighten his
controls to keep his reaction in check. He knew the driver of the limousine had
been killed and he did not dare to imagine what else could have happened.
Unthinkingly he held the boy tighter to his chest. He looked at the Human woman
and saw the fatigue clearly written in her features, but still she remained and
stayed despite the events she had gone through.
"Do you have to stay in the
hospital for the night?" he asked softly.
Her drowsy eyes opened again at the
sound of his voice and she rubbed her face. “No, they released me. The injuries
were not that severe and the medication will take care of the concussion."
She bit her lip. "But I will not make it in time for my lectures in the
morning if I go home. I have no transporter clearance."
The statement piqued his interest.
"You are taking lectures at the university in San Francisco?" he
asked. "Which subject?"
She smiled weakly.
"Linguistics. And I do not take lectures, I give them."
He estimated her to be twenty to
twenty-four years of age. His regard for her climbed higher when he realized
that she had already finished her studies at this age. "I offer you residence in the city for
the night if you wish," he heard himself say. He paused, surprised by his
own boldness at inviting her. His controls seemed to slip around her and he
made a mental note to meditate about this curious lack of logic where she was
concerned.
She regarded him with a questioning
gaze. “You live here in San Francisco?” She felt so comfortable in his presence
immediately and hope rose in her at the prospect of spending more time with
him.
“I work for the Vulcan diplomatic
corps and reside at the Vulcan Embassy.”
‘I knew this man in the car holds an
important position,’ she thought. Maybe he was even the Ambassador himself,
judged by the richly decorated robes he had worn.
She smiled tentatively. “Thank you.
I’m grateful that I do not have to take the long trip home.”
Noticing her exhausted state and the
deep shadows under her eyes, he motioned for her to follow him. She collected
her personal items and rose slowly. Together they made their way to the
transporter station of the hospital.
Against all reason she felt a slight
uneasiness creep down her spine. She barely knew this man and now she was
already following his invitation. But this was a Vulcan. If she could not trust
him whom could she trust at all? After all, Vulcans did not lie. Nevertheless she stopped in front of the
transporter room
When he realized she was no long
following him, he turned and watched her curiously. “Is something the matter?” he asked.
She tilted her head to one side.
“Well,” she said, “I don't even know your name.”
Startled he realized he had not even
introduced himself. The day’s events had obviously affected him too. Again he
looked down at the child to insure he was still alive. Slightly embarrassed by
his lack of manners he bowed as far as he could with his son still in his arms. “Forgive me T’sai,” he said, “My name is
Sarek. Sarek of Vulcan.”
The End