Title: Nocturnal
Visits
Author: T'Sia
Rating: G
Pairing: Sarek / Amanda
Summary: A sequel to Fateful Meetings, Sarek doesn't get much sleep after
coming home from the hospital.
Disclaimer: Paramount owns Star Trek, I own the creation of my fantasy :)
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Bright light blinded her. She jerked the steering wheel and the wall of rock
came nearer and nearer while the car slid out of control. The headlights
illuminated every detail of the deathly hard surface. Faster and faster her
death approached and she screamed and threw her arms up to protect her head and
face...
She awoke and heard her own muffled scream. She opened her eyes and saw
nothing. An instant later she realized she had been dreaming. But the dream had
been so real that her arms and hands still covered her head in a protective
gesture. Slowly she uncurled and tried to relax her ragged breathing. She sat
up and glanced around her, not recognizing the room at first. The light of the
full moon filtered in through the large windows and illuminated the chamber
dimly. Almost fearful she took in the scene. Where was she? After several tense
minutes, memory slowly came back to her. The accident and the Vulcans. She
remembered accompanying the Vulcan to the Embassy. She had been given a guest
room in the private wing of the impressive building. Her nerves still buzzed
with aftermath of her dream. She shivered but was not cold. Slowly she got up
and padded to the door on bare feet.
Opening it, she glanced into the passage. Only small nightlights gleamed
on the walls but the passage was otherwise deserted. She thought of returning
to her room but her stomach gave a loud growl when she was about to retreat.
She felt extremely hungry and decided some food and maybe a glass of milk would
help her to calm down.
She had been to the embassy as a visitor before and vaguely remembered where
the great kitchen was located. However, this was the private wing of the
embassy, not open to visitors, and she had to find a way to the public area
first. She walked down the hallway and descended several steps until she
reached a heavy door. She opened it carefully and read the message on the other
side 'Private Area, staff members only.' She sighed in relief. Now she would find
her way. She checked the closing mechanism of the door and found the lock that
would prevent the public from opening the door to be opened from the public
area without the proper key card. She had expected this and looked back into
the hall to search for something to block the door so that it would not close
behind her.
She spotted a high vase in one corner that held a bouquet of flowers. She
lifted it and found it heavy enough to prop the door open. She placed it
between the doorframe and door. It came down on the polished stone floor with a
light bump.
~*~
Somewhere down the hall the beast awoke from its sleep. Yellow eyes opened and
keen ears perked up. It rose stealthily
and snuck through the half-closed door.
~*~
Recognizing the surroundings from her last visit, she made her way to the
kitchen and opened the high metal doors. The room was lit enough by the
moonlight and so she decided not to switch on the lights to prevent anyone from
finding her. She walked by the long rows of counters, noticing the metallic
surfaces of the various casseroles and pans hanging on high racks above the
counters reflecting the moonlight while she moved past them. She had visited
the embassy and passed by the kitchen but it had not been allowed to inspect it
and so she continued her search for food. All she had found so far were pots
and pans. Her stomach growled again.
She was at a loss and stopped in the middle of the room. Turning around in a
circle she finally spotted a set of doors on the opposite wall of the entrance.
She walked over and
tried the handle on the door. It opened and she went into a room with ceiling
high racks, stuffed with vegetables and fruits and a lot of other food that
didn't require any cooling. The door at
the other end of the room had a thermometer and the temperature showed that it
was for cool storage - a big fridge.
Her gaze traveled further and fell on a row of metallic gleaming
cupboards to her right side. She
approached one of the smaller refrigerators and pulled open the door. She smiled slightly when she realized she
had found what she was looking for.
Milk and cream cheese. She was not surprised when she found cold meats
and other animal products. After all, the embassy had to entertain guests too
and the non-Vulcan staff members required other food than Vulcans. Satisfied
that she had found what she needed, she closed the refrigerator. When the door
clicked shut she thought she had heard a noise from outside the kitchen. But
who should be awake at that time? She dismissed the thought, feeling safe in
the embassy. She carried the milk and cheese back into the kitchen and snatched
up a package of bread from one of the high shelves.
~*~
The beast crept slowly down the corridor. The light traces of the foreign smell
intensified when it proceeded further down the hall. It stopped at the door to
the public area and sniffed the cold surface of the vase that blocked the way.
The smell was more intense here and it pushed against the obstacle until the
vase toppled and crashed to the floor. The water inside flowed on the stone
floor and the beast pushed through the door. It lapped lightly at the water but
found it tasting odd. It shook its heavy head and continued following the
foreign smell. It was not thirsty, it was after something else and it increased
its steps when a delicious fragrance wafted from the entrance of the kitchen.
It left huge wet paw prints on the stone floor, the claw tracks clearly
visible.
~*~
Amanda ate her slice of bread covered with cream cheese and watched the milk
grow hot in the small pot. She had been delighted to find some honey too and
she dipped the spoon into the jar and twisted it to prevent the thick golden
liquid from flowing down on the counter while she moved the spoon over the pot.
She stopped twisting and watched the liquid flow lazily from the spoon into the
milk. A delicious scent filled the kitchen when the honey mixed with the milk
and she retrieved a cup and held it ready. When the hot liquid steamed she took
it from the heat and went to the sink where she had placed the cup.
Suddenly she heard a clicking sound and saw a trace of dark behind one of the
counters. She stopped dead in her tracks. The dark thing moved in her
direction. She wanted to run and hide but she was frozen to the spot and her
muscles refused to move. Then the thing came in sight when it rounded the
counter. A horrified shriek died in her throat and, like being in a dream, she
screamed but only a slight whimper came out.
The animal was huge.
It had big yellowish eyes and looked like a bear. But it was no Terran animal.
She recognized this when it opened its mouth and showed its six-inch fangs. It
growled loudly and came nearer.
Her body reacted on pure instinct. She dropped the milk and ran for the storage
room. She shut the door behind her with a loud chunk but it could not be
locked. Frantically she looked around and saw the door to the cooling room.
Without thinking about the consequences she darted to the door and snatched it
open. Cold air wafted out and her breath fogged. Her only goal was escape and
she fled into the room, shutting the door behind her. It clicked and the
closing mechanism was activated. Now safe, her common sense kicked back in and
she realized she could not open the door from inside without the key.
~*~
The beast watched the strange animal leap away. With a light growl it sniffed
and caught the delicious smell of the warm milk which had splashed onto the
floor when the animal had dropped the pot. Content, the beast sat on its hind
legs and lapped the sweet mixture from the floor.
~*~
He felt cold, so cold. Shivering Sarek awoke and found himself in his bed at
the embassy. The blankets where wrapped warmly around his shoulders and only
the pillow lay beside his bed. He sighed and snatched it up from the floor. As
illogical as it sounded he was a restless sleeper and tended to move a lot
during the night. Usually he ended with either the pillow or the blanket lost
on the floor. He sat up and realized he was still feeling cold. Frowning he
analyzed the feeling and realized it originated not from his own body.
Concerned, he checked the link to his son. He found nothing out of the
ordinary, but rose nevertheless. He left his room and crossed the hall to the
sleeping chambers of his son. The door was slightly open and he entered. The
curtains were drawn shut but his Vulcan night vision guided him securely around
the toys on the floor. He made a mental note to lecture his son about keeping
his room tidier and approached the bed. The boy was sound asleep. A slight
tender smile, which he allowed only in the darkness of the night, appeared on
Sarek's face and the thought about the lecture dissolved in an instant.
The bedclothes were rumpled and the boy lay sprawled on his stomach in midst of
a pile of blankets and pillows. Obviously the child had inherited the sleeping
behaviour from him. Carefully Sarek lifted the pillow from under the little
body and arranged the blankets. Then he settled his sleeping child gently in
the ordered bedclothes and covered him warmly with the additional blankets. He
touched the meld points of the child briefly and reassured himself that the
child was comfortable.
He straightened but the feeling of biting cold did not subside. He left the
room and paused in the hall. He thought about meditating in order to purge this
nagging feeling from his mind but something urged him to investigate. He wandered the hallway silently until he
passed the door of his guest. It was closed and Sarek hesitated in front of the
door. His conscience and manners forbade him from entering the room
unbidden. He wanted to turn back to his
own but again the feeling returned and he shivered. Lightly he knocked on the
door but only silence answered him from inside. He knocked twice more but still
nothing happened. Deciding that he was responsible for his guest's well being
he reached for the door handle. Determined to make sure that she was all right,
he opened the door and peered into the room. He noticed in an instant the bed
was empty. The door to the small bathroom stood open, but she was not there
either. She must be somewhere else within the embassy.
He left her room and followed the passage until it ended at the door to the
public area. A broken vase lay between the door and the doorframe, preventing
the door form being closed completely. Carefully, he stepped over the broken
porcelain and regretted that he had not put on any slippers. He proceeded
further and the half-dried tracks at the floor told him who had passed here and
had probably broken the vase. He knew where he had to search now.
He headed for the kitchen and found the door open. He entered and heard a
scratching sound immediately. He peered around a counter and saw I-Chaya, the
family sehlat, lapping the last remains of a white substance out of a pot,
sliding it over the tiled floor in the process. He switched on the light and
the animal started and turned around. He almost managed to look embarrassed
about being caught in a forbidden area. He watched Sarek and the pot in turn
and gave a light apologetic growl. Sarek raised an eyebrow and lifted the pot
from the floor. I-Chaya's gaze followed the remains of his prize while Sarek
placed the pot in one of the sinks. The sehlat approached and touched Sarek's
hand with its dry nose. Sarek scratched him between the ears. 'You have already
had enough, old friend,' he sent to the animal. The sehlat gave a disapproving
sound but relished
the touch of his master.
Sarek perceived the
contentment of the animal and something else. A picture of a Terran woman in
one of his long pajama shirts. He immediately remembered his guest and put the
puzzle together. She had woken up and had gone to the kitchen to search for
some food. I-Chaya had followed her and had obviously scared her away. He
looked around the kitchen. Where could she be? He concentrated and felt the
cold creep back into him but weaker this time. His gaze fell on the door to the
storage room and he approached with long strides. He opened it and entered the
chamber behind. All was silent except of the humming of the cooling room at the
other side. He froze when realization set in. Quickly he moved to the door and
unlocked the handle. It opened and a cloud of fog steamed out when the cold air
from the chamber hit the warmer air outside.
When the fog subsided he was able to see into the room and his heart nearly
skipped a beat when he saw Amanda sitting curled in a ball on the floor. Her
arms where drawn around her knees and hands where covered with blood. Obviously
she had tried to free herself as the handle on the inside of the door was
smeared with blood too. Quickly he went into the room; the cold floor hit his
bare feet with a shock and bit him like thousand tiny needles but he did not
care. He knelt in front of the women and lifted her head, afraid it may already
be too late. She opened her eyes a fraction and tried to say something but her
blue lips only quivered and the word came out in a moan.
As gently as he could he hooked one arm under her knees and supported her back
with the other. Then he lifted her and carried her out of the cooling
room. The warmth of his body
revitalized her senses and her body began to shake in an attempt to warm itself
further. Her teeth rattled and she laid one hand flat against his chest to draw
more warmth from him. He held her closer and hurried back to the sleeping
chambers. He hesitated in front of her room. The temperature inside had dropped
as she preferred to open the windows during the night. So he turned and brought
her into his own room that was noticeably warmer. He laid her on the bed and
covered her with the thick blankets. Then he went to the adjoining small office
and called his personal healer. He retrieved a bowl with warm water and several
towels from the bathroom and began to clean Amanda's hands from the blood to
inspect the wounds. They were not severe but had bled heavily.
A light knock on the door announced the arrival of the healer and Sarek let him
in quickly. The other Vulcan's brows rose in astonishment when he saw the
Terran female lying in the Ambassador's bed but he wisely chose not to question
the circumstances. His scanner hummed over the shivering figure. He diagnosed
slight hypothermia, not yet dangerous, only straining for the body. He bandaged
the cuts in the woman's hands and prepared a hypo spray. It hissed slightly
when the medicine was injected.
Immediately Amanda felt a comfortable warmth spread to her body and she stopped
shivering. Her eyes grew heavy and she dozed off. The healer gave Sarek further
advice to keep her warm and left.
Sarek closed the door behind him and was at a loss what to do now. Amanda now slept peacefully in his bed and
he approached to watch her sleep. He sat on the other side of the bed and
pondered the circumstances under which they had met and which had brought her
into his bed. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly at the last part. The
logical part of his mind rejected the possibility that intuition had led him to
search for her. They must still be connected mentally when he had been able to
feel her distress so clearly. Carefully, he searched his mind but found only
the pulsing link to his bother. The flow of energy had eased and Silek had
obviously been placed in a healing trance after the surgery. He wondered
whether his brother had felt the connection to Amanda too. Did his brother feel as drawn to her as he
did? He had not considered taking a new wife after T'Rea's death and his pon farr was not due for another three
Standard years, yet he caught himself imagining this woman to be his wife. He
felt compelled to touch her mind again and feel her chaotic, yet strong and
patterned thoughts. But he did not even lift his hand. Melding without the
other person's permission was considered a crime on Vulcan and no Surakian
Vulcan would ever force a mind meld with an unwilling or unknowing partner. He
knew Silek would have rather chosen to die than to force a link on that woman
if she had objected.
Slowly he rose and approached the door to the meditation chamber when a slight
scratching sound could be heard. I-Chaya. He sighed and opened the door. The
sehlat watched him with huge yellow eyes. Then he turned and crossed the hall
to the child's room. The animal scratched carefully on the closed door and
Sarek understood that he had closed him off after he had made sure his son was
well. He thought about putting the animal back outside in his special pen.
Normally sehlats would not be tolerated in the house or a child's bedroom but
the frightened state of his son had convinced Sarek that the presence of I-Chaya
would calm the child and he allowed the huge animal to rest beside the boy's
bed on this special occasion.
He opened the door and the sehlat slipped through and took his guarding place
in front of the child's bed. Sarek returned to his own room. He wished to
meditate but the day had left its toll on him as well and he felt rather
fatigued. He watched the bed longingly but deemed it improper to sleep beside a
woman he knew only for a couple of hours. Reluctantly he grabbed the remaining
blankets from the bed and tried to make himself comfortable on the small couch
in the room. He was too tall, however, and his feet were dangling over the edge
of the armrest. He tried to draw them nearer to his body but almost fell off
the couch in the process. With a heavy sigh he wrapped himself up in the
blanket as good as he could and fell into a light sleep.