The Note
Author: sandsofvulcan
Series: TOS
Rating: PG
Character Code: S/Saa, Sa/Am
Summary: Spock seeks to understand an obvious failure in his father's judgment.
Happy Valentines Day, saaviktistas.
Disclaimer: Star Trek is copyrighted by Paramount/Viacom. I do not own any of
their characters.
Archive: No.
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"I will meditate now, aduna." Spock rose from the cozy couch in the
family room. This was a dangerous place. He always had to be careful that he
rose before he allowed himself to fall asleep, comfortable in the familiar
surroundings in the house where he had grown up. He had indulged himself more
than once, only to find Saavik standing over him in the morning, beckoning him
to breakfast. He always regretted that he had not meditated the night before,
and been in bed whenever she came to join him.
"Um," acknowledged Saavik, too engrossed in whatever book she had
chosen from the wall of antique books facing the overstuffed chair on which she
sat. The similarities did not escape Spock's quick glance. He wondered that she
had picked up his mother's typical response, and that Saavik so reminded him of
his mother, there in the chair with her legs covered in a colorful afghan of
his mother's handiwork. Amanda and Saavik had been close.
Spock tilted up her book as he passed to glimpse the title. He looked at Saavik
quizzically.
"Curiosity," she muttered.
Spock's eyebrow rose as he reached for her cheek and brushed it with his fore
and middle fingers. "I will not be long," he hinted.
"Um," she said.
Entering their dark bedroom, Spock walked to the firepot beast and lit it,
allowing the glow to build and fill the room with the brazier's diffuse red
light. He unrolled his mat and placed it in front of the firepot. From with in
his robes he withdrew the object of his curiosity and set it gently before him.
It was a note from his father, Sarek, to his mother. Spock had found it among
his mother's things after her death. He had never mentioned to his father that
he had taken it. His father had never asked about it. *Curious, that he should
have been so careless. This could be easily misconstrued.* Spock had never understood what Sarek had
had in mind to send such a note. Most Vulcans would take offense. If the news
media ever saw it, Sarek's career could have been negatively impacted.
Spock positioned himself for meditation and formed his questions in his mind.
*Why did I think it necessary to take possession of this note? Why would my
father write such things?*
*I took it for Sarek. She was only recently dead. Perhaps the appearance of the
note would upset him.* Spock entered a deeper state and meditated on the
conclusions he had drawn. Yes, he had certainly been correct to spare his
father finding the note that his mother had kept hidden so long. Good. The next
question. Why would he write such
things?
Reconciling the date on the note to his parents' lives, Spock realized that it
corresponded to the time that his father had been Ambassador to Earth. *They
were not married.* To master his reaction, Spock sunk deeper into his
meditative state.
Not wishing to disturb him, Saavik entered quietly. Passing behind him to her
side of the bed, she placed the book on her bedside table, then noticed the
note in front of Spock and froze. Shocked, she turned and let herself out of
the house and into the surrounding gardens. She would not have believed it
possible of Spock, but even she could never anticipate him. She took a seat on
the chaise that had been Amanda's and waited for Spock to emerge from his
meditations.
Spock drifted slowly, allowing his conscientiousness to return. Satisfied that he now understood his
father's intent, Spock rose from his mat, rolled it together with the note, and
seeing that Saavik had not returned to bed, went to his study.
When he had completed his work, he returned to the bedroom, and leaving the
firepot brazier for Saavik's meditations, climbed into bed.
Saavik awoke, chilled in the night air. She shivered and chided herself for falling
asleep there. In their warm bedroom the firepot still glowed for her. Watching
Spock sleeping peacefully, the brazier's flickering light illuminating his
face, she almost missed the note he had left for her. She reached for it and
moved closer to the firepot. In the red light the outline was unmistakable. A
Heart.
And inside, words that would stay with her forever. Of course, no one must ever
see this. She read it once again, committing it to memory, before extending her
arm to place it into the beast's fire. Curiously, she stopped, and surprised
herself by reaching instead for Amanda's book on her bedside table, placing the
note there. Forever.