Xenophobia
By
Elise
“What makes you smile so?”
Silek asked his elder brother. For
nearly ten minutes, Sarek had sat quietly beside him with that faint smile. Silek knew the reason for it, but he
couldn’t resist teasing his elder brother.
“What could possibly be causing you to lose your control so early in the
day?”
Sarek quickly composed his
features. He did not enjoy being caught
with less than perfect control, but he could trust his brother. Silek had seen him under worse conditions. Last night was a prime example. “I do not understand,” he replied bluntly,
with a trace of a teasing tone in his voice.
“Surely, I am mistaken,”
Silek offered with a near smile of his own, “but I had the distinct impression
that you were smiling.” He shifted in
his seat beside his brother in the back of the embassy limousine in order
better to view Sarek’s face. “I believe
the proper Earth term is ‘smiling like a cat that ate the canary.’”
Only Silek would dare push
the boundaries of his brother’s privacy and get away with it. He knew there was nothing Sarek could do
about it. Oh, my brother, you ‘owe me big time’ as they say on this planet. Silek knew full well why his brother
smiled.
It was Silek who had finally
managed to locate the “missing” ambassador last night. No, it was this morning, just after 3:00
A.M. local time that Sarek’s aide, Selek, had roused the ambassador’s brother
from a sound sleep. T’Pau, purposely
ignoring the differences in time, had called and had asked specifically for
Ambassador Sarek. No matter how he
tried, the young aide could not find the celebrated emissary. As a last resort, he had awakened Silek,
hoping that one brother could locate the other while he attempted to placate a
very demanding T’Pau.
Knowing his brother and
Amanda and their mutual “feelings” as he did, Silek placed a single call
directly to Dr. Grayson’s apartment. Just as he had predicted, Sarek answered
his call. In fact, Silek knew that
Sarek often spent most of his nights at Amanda’s apartment and had been doing
so since early spring.
Silek also knew that his
brother’s next Time would not take place for another two point zero five
Standard years, but he had no doubt as to what went on at Amanda’s apartment
those nights. He had surprised them
once or twice.
On several occasions before
this morning, Silek had dared broach the subject with his oh-so proper
brother.
“What will happen, Sarek, if
it becomes known that you spend your nights with Miss Grayson?”
Each time, Sarek would only
glare at his younger brother. “How is
anyone to learn such a fact, little brother,” he always retorted, “and is it anyone’s business but my own?”
How ironic, mused Silek at the time, that my brother, Vulcan’s choice as her representative to Earth,
behaves so un-Vulcan-like in his private life.
That morning, Silek passed
along the message from Selek and urged his brother to return to the embassy as
quickly as possible. Then, he relieved
Selek of his unpleasant conversation with T’Pau, explaining only that Sarek was
enroute. Within fifteen Standard
minutes, Sarek took his proper place before the comm unit.
At the termination of the
communication with T’Pau, Silek had been prompt in pointing out to Sarek the
illogic and foolhardiness of his continued actions.
This time, though, Sarek
paused to consider his brother’s words.
He spoke slowly and thoughtfully.
“You are, of course, correct.”
Pausing, then, to catch his brother’s eyes, Sarek’s next words surprised
him. “I have asked Amanda to be my
wife.”
At his brother’s blatant
reminder, Sarek’s ears promptly turned a lime green, and it took the eminent
ambassador nearly two minutes to reassert his bio-controls, returning them to
their normal shade. “Do not tease me,
Brother,” Sarek whispered. “Not when I
am about to face Mr. Grayson in order to seek his permission to marry his
daughter.”
Silek, instantly sobered by
his brother’s reminder of their upcoming task, nodded, and the two brothers sat
a while in thoughtful silence.
After a few moments, Silek
spoke more soberly. “Still, Brother, I
do not understand why you seek to speak with Mr. Grayson.” Silek frowned, then added, “Surely, if you
felt you needed permission you should have father speak for you.”
“It is our tradition for the
fathers of the two intended to speak and arrange things,” Sarek agreed. “However, it is the tradition of Earth that
the male himself speak to the female’s father, asking for her hand in marriage.”
Silek tilted his head. “I would image the male would need more than
a mere hand.”
Sarek gave his younger
brother an acid look. “Perhaps I should
send you back to Vulcan,” he mused.
“You seem to be developing too much of a sense of humor.”
“Forgive me,” Silek
replied. But the recitative response
was far from sincere.
Sarek inhaled and changed
the subject. “During the wedding, the
groom, that is, the male, is allowed to have a ‘best man’ stand beside him
during the ceremony. A ‘best man’, I am
told, is someone whom the male considers to be his best friend,” Sarek
explained. “I wish you to stand beside
me in this capacity.”
For a moment, Silek was
speechless. “I would be most honored,
my brother.”
Sarek only nodded in
response. There was no time for more
conversation as the limousine was slowing and pulling over in front of the
First Global Bank of Earth.
The two Vulcans entered the
institution and proceeded towards the information desk. The young man behind the desk seemed
surprised and nervous upon seeing them.
“I am Sarek of Vulcan,” he
stated matter-of-factly. “I believe Mr.
Robert Grayson is expecting me.”
Tugging at his collar, the
young man attempted a smile. “If you gentlemen
will please be seated, I’ll inform Mr. Grayson that you have arrived.” He gestured towards a small sitting area
where several overly upholstered chairs sat around a low table covered with
various financial reading materials.
Sarek nodded and proceeded,
followed by Silek, to one of chairs.
“The wait should not be too
long,” Sarek informed his brother.
“Before we left the embassy, Selek called to inform Mr. Grayson of our
arrival.”
Before those very words had
been completed, a large door across the lobby opened, and a tall, dignified man
stepped out. The man, somewhere in his
latter fifties, wore a custom tailored black suit. His impeccable dress and short-cropped blond hair gave him an air
of quiet sophistication. This could be
no other than Robert Grayson himself.
Amanda had spoken of her
father before. He looks exactly as she described him, Silek thought. I
wonder if he is as rigid and demanding as she suggested.
“Ah,” he spoke loudly as the
walked briskly towards the Vulcans.
“You must be the ambassador.” He
smiled broadly.
Sarek and Silek stood and,
moving at a more sedate pace, met the man in the middle of the lobby.
“I am Sarek. This is my brother Silek.” Sarek’s voice deepened as it did anytime he
spoke in public.
“Robert Grayson,” the human
introduced himself. He held out a hand
in greeting, then catching himself, withdrew, his lips tightening and his face
shading a slight pink. Clearly he was
uneasy. “Forgive me,” he stated
bluntly. “I’m not used to dealing with
Vulcans.”
“There is no offense,” Sarek
told him.
“Good, good,” Grayson
returned heartily. “You know, my
daughter works at the embassy with you people, and she is always saying how
fond she is of your culture. Now, if
you gentlemen will just step into my office, we can carry on there.” Turning, Robert Grayson led the way.
Amanda inherited her coloring and her blue eyes from her father,
Silek noted as he followed the two men.
Yet her eyes seem the color of Earth’s
summer sky while the father’s seem colder somehow.
The office was flawlessly
decorated and well appointed. Mahogany
wood, which was used exclusively throughout for furniture and paneling, spoke
of old money and old values.
Old-fashioned library-style seating was of well-padded black leather,
studded with brass tacks. The room was
the perfect, masculine setting for Robert Grayson and could not have better
reflected the character of the man.
When all three were
comfortably seated, Mr. Grayson pulled several data solids from this desk and
popped one into the computer. “Now,
Your Excellency, what type of account do you wish to open with us?”
Silek frowned and shook his
head slightly. Mr. Grayson cannot think we have driven all this way simply to open an
account at his bank. Surely Amanda has
spoken to him about Sarek just as she has often spoken of her father to me.
“Sarek, please,” Sarek
requested. “There is no need for
formality within the family.”
Robert Grayson’s brow
furrowed with confusion for a moment.
Again, he blushed with the mistake.
Then his eyes turned to Silek’s faint frown. “Ah, yes, the family,” he replied with a nod. “Again, forgive me. I’ve never worked with Vulcans before except
by teleconference, but Amanda keeps assuring me that deep down you Vulcans are
just like us.” He pressed several keys
in sequence on the computer. “I’ll just
change the heading on this to note your preference of name.”
This is becoming uncomfortable, Silek thought. Amanda has always spoken of
how close knit her family is. Why is it
that her father is unaware of her “feelings” for my brother? Silek nodded encouragement as his
brother continued.
“I am not here to open an
account,” Sarek stated. “I am here about
family.”
Puzzlement again shown
plainly on Robert Grayson’s countenance.
Then, as understanding dawned, he shook his head good-naturedly. “I’m sorry. You must think I’m a little dense.” He punched yet another string of code into the computer. “Now, you said your name is Silek? That’s another of those odd “S” names, isn’t
it?” he turned to ask Silek. “Can you
spell that? In Standard?” Grayson shrugged, shook his head slightly, and smiled
to himself. “Mandy tells me that you
people usually give your boys a name beginning with “S” in honor of some
somebody or other.”
Silek was taken aback. Mr.
Grayson is clearly unaware of Sarek’s reason for being there. Or is he?
Perhaps the man does have an inkling of an idea and is merely toying with
Sarek. Noting a flicker of
irritation cross his brother’s face, Silek silently offered Sarek his
sympathy. Brother, you will need all of
your diplomatic skills today.
“No,” Sarek’s voice sounded
again of the diplomat’s public tone. “I
have come here to seek your permission to marry your daughter Amanda.”
The data solid that Robert
Grayson had been holding clattered loudly on the rich wood desktop. His face burned a richer shade of red, and
his mouth twisted in a grimace. “No!”
His face betraying nothing,
Sarek asked mildly, “May I inquire as to why?”
Silek did not expect such
vehement opposition, and he raised his eyebrows. Daring a sideways look at
Sarek, he noted a line of anger setting in across his brother’s forehead. Sarek was not used to being denied anything
on which he set his mind. Even as a child, Sarek boldly took that
which he wanted. This is where the
fireworks will begin, as they say on this world.
One could almost see the
thoughts as they raced across Robert Grayson’s red face. Taking a deep breath, he blew the answer out
at the two Vulcans. “Mandy is too
young. She’s only nineteen.”
Silek could see relief on
his brother’s face and knew it was mirrored on his own. Ah, as
with most fathers of daughters, he does not believe her to be old enough to
take on a marriage. Indeed, even
Vulcans are nearing twenty-one Standard years old before they are brought
together by the first pon farr. For a
moment, I thought perhaps he simply did not like Sarek.
Sarek’s face and voice softened as he
answered. “That I can understand.” He nodded in agreement. “She is young by your standards as well as
mine; however, even at her young age, she has already earned her doctorate,
lived alone on two continents, and is a serious contender for the Nobel
prize. Clearly, she is emotionally
mature enough to enter into a marriage.”
“I don’t need you to tell me about my
daughter! I say she is still too
young!” Robert Grayson argued angrily.
“Besides, you’re too old for her.
You’re older than I am. My God,
you’re three times her age!”
Silek made a quick mental
computation. Yes, Sarek was 61.985 Standard years of age. Were he human, he would be equivalent to approximately 30.9925
Standard years of age. Technically, if
age was a factor to be considered and if Sarek was human, Robert Grayson would
be quite correct in stating that Sarek is too old for Amanda.
Sarek nodded to himself and drew his
lips into a straight line. No doubt, he
had arrived at the same conclusion. “I
concede that point, Mr. Grayson,” Sarek stated softly. “If you would prefer, we will wait until
Amanda has reached her age of majority.
While she may find the wait difficult to accept, another two years’ time
would not be an intolerable duration. I
am prepared to wait.”
Robert Grayson’s face darkened
more. He shook his head zealously. “No,” he barked. “I won’t have it. Mandy
comes from a good, old-fashioned Catholic family. I won’t allow her to marry outside her religion.”
The
irresistible force meets the immovable object, Silek thought as he watched
the two men face each other. Robert
Grayson was the Great Sandstone Tower of Seleya while Sarek was the Grand
Obsidian Monolith opposite. And who will win this battle?
Sarek’s face was dark with carefully
controlled anger and frustration. He
gripped the armrests of his chair and squeezed. His voice was equally controlled and dangerously quiet. “I have not noted Amanda to be so devoted to
her worship,” he retorted. “However, if it would ease your mind, I am willing
to conform to your religious practices while here on Earth.”
“Are you also willing to have those
so-called ears of yours bobbed in order to conform?” yelled Mr. Grayson. He took a deep breath and let it go slowly,
but his anger did not subside. “You
Vulcans may well be a fine people, but I don’t want my daughter to marry
one. Shouldn’t you marry one of your
own kind?”
Silek watched with awe as his brother
Sarek sat speechless for the first time in his life. I understand now what
Amanda meant about her father. I fear that whoever may win this battle, it will
be Amanda who loses. How can a man so
very xenophobic have a daughter like Amanda?
Sarek leaned forward in the chair, his hands gripping the armrest
so tightly that the wood itself squeaked in protest. His face was iron, and when he was able to speak, his voice shook
with barely suppressed fury. “I see no
solution to this dilemma,” he stated coldly.
“Fortunately, the choice is not yours.
It is Amanda’s, and she has chosen me.”
“Oh, no it’s not!” Robert Grayson
bellowed with fury. His face was
contorted by rage. Bolting out of his
seat, he leaned across his desk and roared at the Vulcan. “I’m not about to let my only child commit
the sin of bestiality with a Vulcan!”
“Kroykah!”
Sarek shouted, his control now utterly lost.
Vaulting from his seat, Sarek yelled his reply. “You will not speak in that manner about my
intended wife!”
Silek, too, leapt from his seat. “My brother, your control!” he cried
out. I must help Sarek regain his control!
I would not be able stop him should he attack Mr. Grayson. Silek’s heart pounded furiously. If Mr.
Grayson continues and Sarek is unable to control, my brother will surely kill
him. Then what of poor Amanda?
“Your intended wife?” he spat
contemptuously. “My daughter will never
be wife to the likes of you! I won’t
have my grandchildren sired by some green-blooded freak!”
Miraculously, Silek felt his brother
relax. Slowly, Sarek drew in a deep
breath and released his anger with the air.
With hands tightly clasped behind his back, Sarek took a step backward
from Mr. Grayson’s desk. “I hope for
your sake as well as Amanda’s that you change your opinion,” Sarek spoke with a
robot-like inflection, “for it is quite possible that your only child has been
impregnated by the green-blooded freak who stands before you.”
Silek gasped openly. Is
that what has prompted my brother’s desire to marry Amanda? Am I to be an uncle?
Mr. Grayson fell back into his chair,
breathing heavily. “You bastard,” he
hurled. “I’ll…I’ll have you charged
with statutory rape!”
“You may certainly try,” Sarek
agreed. His voice was devoid of any
emotion. “However, you will learn that
to be an impossible task. Amanda is
some three point zero two years above the age of consent, and I hold diplomatic
immunity.” With that, Sarek wheeled
about, his formal robes all a whirl as he left the office.
The last sight Silek saw as he hurried to
keep up with his brother was Mr. Grayson, his face in his hands sobbing wildly.
Silek was unsure of what to do. Very unsure. In his position at the embassy, he knew that he must continue to
follow Sarek. He had not been dismissed. Yet, according to the Vulcan Privacy Code,
Silek knew that he should not allow himself to be privy to such personal
information. This internal tug of war
was distinctly settled once Silek admitted to the one Vulcan failing:
curiosity. Or is it plain nosiness on my part? he wondered. No, surely it
is more than mere curiosity. We are
family, after all.
One thought after another zipped by
in quick succession. Family?
Is that why my brother has chosen to marry Amanda? Is it that she does, indeed, carry his child
as he implied to Mr. Grayson? That
thought suddenly rocketed Silek’s eyebrows upward well past his bangs. Has
Sarek allowed himself to be trapped into a marriage? Of his own curiosity did he couple with a human, sire a child,
and now seek to legitimize his off-spring?
He narrowed his eyes and regarded
his brother’s broad shoulders with near-anger.
I sincerely hope this is not the
case. For I bear some little affection
for Amanda, and should I find that my brother has used her merely to satisfy
his curiosity regarding the human species, I will side with Mr. Grayson, Silek
thought mutinously.
No,
he thought, Sarek would not do such a
thing. Truly, he must care for
Amanda. I have seen his eyes soften
when he looked at her. There is
affection between them. It is wrong of
me to accuse him, even in my mind, of such abuse.
Shrugging mentally, Silek continued to
trail behind his elder brother, unsure whether Sarek remembered that he was
there at all. Within precisely ten
seconds of exiting the bank, Sarek had called the embassy and had them beamed
directly back. No long, slow limousine
ride home.
Now Sarek was moving briskly towards his
office, almost too quickly to maintain decorum. As Silek strode behind his brother, he observed him closely.
Sarek was displaying signs that he was not entirely under control. He
storms through the embassy like one of Earth’s twisters. Silek imagined his brother’s flowing robes
swirling about, throwing asunder everything in its path. Sarek
certainly threw Mr. Grayson’s world asunder.
As he swept passed, Sarek barked at his aide, “Have Dr. Grayson report
to my office immediately.”
Pulling free of his formal outer robe,
Sarek tossed it across a chair where it fell to the floor. Now clad in simple tunic and trousers, Sarek
continued his pacing.
Silek considered the irony of having to
pick up after his elder brother, who for years had looked after him, and he
rescued Sarek’s robe from the floor. He
walked across the office where he could hang it in the closet and where he
would be the farthest away from his brother.
“I know that you are…” Silek paused,
searching for the right word. “…agitated, but, Sarek, you are tottering on the
edge of again losing your control.”
Silek’s voice was low, and his words were soft.
Sarek wheeled upon his brother as if
ready for battle. His eyes flamed with
emerald anger, then slowly, they faded.
Sarek relaxed, and the tension left his body. He was again in control.
“Forgive me, t’hy’la,” Sarek replied softly.
“I do not have the words to explain.”
He spread his arms in a hapless gesture and lowered his voice. “My control is uncertain where Amanda is
concerned.” His arms slowly dropped to
his side.
“I know that you and Amanda have already
coupled,” Silek stated gently, “but are you also bonded?”
Not trusting himself to speak aloud,
Sarek merely nodded.
“And this bond is complete?”
A hint of a smile erased the tightness of
Sarek’s features. “This bond that I
have shared with Amanda these past three point zero eight Standard months is
far deeper, far more precious than the one I shared with T’Rea for fifty point
zero six Standard years.”
“Such a bond,” Silek spoke nearly to
himself. “I envy you, my brother.”
“Do not envy me just yet, Silek,” Sarek
replied. “I have yet to face…”
Just then the office door swung open as a
very angry human female rushed into the room.
“…Amanda,” Sarek finished his sentence.
“Just what did you say to my father?” she
demanded.
Sarek squared his shoulders, lifted his
chin, and adopted the classic debating stance.
Clasping his hands before him, he cleared his throat before
beginning. “I spoke with your father
this morning, Amanda, in order to obtain his permission to marry you.” He paused ever so slightly, thinking of what
to say next, but the pause was so slight, it was as if he was merely drawing
breath. “I was unsuccessful. Indeed, your father was quite vehement in
his objections to our marriage.” He
dared a step closer to her. “I must
confess to a great deal of misunderstanding as to why your father displays such
xenophobia and you, his only child, do not.
It seems most ironic when you--”
“Uh huh,” Amanda interrupted. “Save it for the debates.” She frowned at him.
Silek, standing in the corner behind the
door, hid a grin. Amanda does not fear anything.
My brother has well met his match.
“Sarek, what I want to know is just
why my father is under the impression that I’m pregnant?” the match asked, her
foot tapping angrily.
Inhaling deeply and clapping his hands
together as a means to distract her attention from the soft green now shading the
tips of his canted ears, Sarek spoke quickly.
“I do not understand,” he stated in that special tone of voice Vulcans
use when they wish to dodge the truth.
“He…” Sarek paused, searching
for non-offensive words. “…may have
received the impression that your were pregnant when I pointed out to him that
because we were to be married, which entails the production of children, that
his bigoted, speciest attitude was highly illogical.”
The
humans say of us, that Vulcans cannot lie, Silek thought, his jaw
dropping. But, oh my brother, how you have bent the truth here.
Even in her anger, Amanda could not
completely stop the silly grin from creeping across her face. She knew Sarek was playing with words. He was a diplomat; playing with words was his
specialty.
“Uh huh,” she retorted. As a linguist, she was quite good with
words, too. “I don’t suppose you’d like
to open our bond right now and share the entire encounter with me word for
word, would you?”
Silek’s eyes opened wide and his jaw
dropped open even more. Sneaking a
glance at Sarek, he saw a mirror of his own expression. No,
Sarek, he urged his brother mentally, if
she learns of your loss of control topped by this lie you have now told, she
may not forgive you.
Nodding sagely, Amanda dismissed her
own request. “Never mind, Sarek,” she
told him softly. Suddenly it seemed as
if all her anger was gone. “I know both
you and my father, and I’m pretty sure I can guess what happened.”
Moving quickly to her side, Sarek spoke
urgently. “I must apologize to you and
to your father.”
“Oh, I don’t think that will do any
good,” she snorted bitterly. “Daddy is
sending Father Fitzpatrick to come get me.”
With growing trepidation, Silek watched
his older brother grope for control.
Sarek shook with barely repressed fury.
Amazing, he thought, I did not see it before. Except for the xenophobia, Robert Grayson
and Sarek are very much alike. Both are
powerful men used to getting their way, and they both feel great affection for
Amanda.
Tugging open the door, Sarek
bellowed an order to Selek. “Selek,
have Dr. Grayson’s apartment emptied of all her belongings. Have them brought here to the embassy. She will be living here from now on. I want this completed today.”
As senior aide, Selek was used to the
many odd requests that passed his desk each day, and he did not bat an eyelid
at Sarek’s order. “Yes, sir, but I will
need her access code to enter the premises.”
“Your access code,” Sarek demanded of
Amanda.
She hesitated only a moment -- a split
second -- but it was enough to stagger the great ambassador. “A moment,” he
told Selek before he gently closed the great oak door.
“Amanda,” he spoke with a voice as gritty
as sandpaper, “if I have offended beyond forgiveness…” His words stopped. He drew in a shuddering breath and tried
again. This time even Silek could
scarcely hear the words. “If you wish
to sever our bonding, I will understand and allow you to go.”
Amanda blanched. Her face and hands grew as white as
death. Her question was breathless,
timid, afraid. “Do you wish to sever
our bond?”
Squaring his shoulders as if to meet his
doom head on, Sarek answered her, his deep voice making his words ring around
the room. “I do not.”
By shear will and control, Silek was able
to prevent a tear from slipping out.
Amanda was unable to duplicate his control. “Neither do I,” she told him softly.
Sarek allowed the threatening smile, a
brief triumph, as he tenderly wiped the tears from her checks, but being
Vulcan, he could only allow this for a single moment. Stepping backward, face frozen again, he clasped his hands behind
his back. “Your access code,” he again
demanded.
No hesitation now, Amanda reached into
her pocket, withdrawing a slim keycard, and handed it to him.
In tandem, Sarek and the still unnoticed
Silek nodded. With ceremonious effort,
Sarek opened the door and gave Selek the keycard. Silently, Selek bowed over the small item and left to attend to
his designated task.
No sooner had Selek taken the keycard and
left than a huge, red-haired human male strode with great haste into the
room. Silek was taken aback by his
aggressive manner and palpable anger.
The man, dressed all in black, stood
close to two meters tall. If his height
failed to arrest one’s attention, his hair, a flaming bright red graying at the
sides, would not fail to do so.
Silek recognized him from his dress as a
priest of one of the Earth’s many religious sects. He must be the family
priest of whom Amanda spoke, Silek thought, although I would never have imagined him to be a cleric. His manner is far more suitable for a
warrior.
“Father Fitzpatrick?” Amanda stepped in.
“I would like you to meet Sarek, my bondmate.”
“Bondmate?” echoed the priest. “That’s just what I’m here to find out
about.” Holding out his hand, the tall
priest spoke again, this time directly to Sarek. “I’m Father Kevin Fitzpatrick, and Bobby Grayson sent me here to
bring his girl home.”
Sarek paused, gauging the steel of this
man, and Silek could read the anger in his countenance. “Vulcans do not touch others,” he explained. “We are a telepathic race, and physical
contact brings us into contact with the emotions and thoughts of the
other. It is also possible, if the
other has any psi-potential, to come into contact with ours.”
Gravely, Father Fitzpatrick nodded and
clasped his hands together. He pursed
his lips considering Sarek’s words, and then sank into one of the chairs set in
front of Sarek’s large cherry wood desk.
Obviously, he was here to stay for a while.
“Tell me what a ‘bondmate’ is,” he
instructed Sarek.
Less
of a confrontation than before, but no less uncomfortable for all. If my
brother again loses his control as he did this morning and as he appears ready
now to do, this warrior-priest will take Amanda home. Against her will, if necessary.
Silek frowned at his own thoughts, wondering if and how he could
help the situation.
Quickly, before his resolve left him,
Silek took the seat opposite the priest.
“I am Silek, Sarek’s brother,” he announced. “On my world, the fathers of the intended meet to forge the
marriage contract. Our father…” He looked up into his brother’s smoldering
eyes. “…is on Vulcan. Mr. Grayson is, shall we say, unwilling to
speak on the matter.” Silek glanced
around at all the faces around him, some surprised, some angry, and wet his
lips nervously. “If you, Father
Fitzpatrick, will take on the roll of father for Amanda, I will take my own
father’s roll. Perhaps, we two can come
to an understanding on the matter.”
The priest leaned back in the chair,
stretching his long legs out in front of him.
He paused, considering. “Don’t
you think Bobby and Becca ought to be here?
Amanda is their daughter after all.”
He looked up and to the right where Amanda stood next to Sarek. “Have a seat, girl,” he ordered Amanda with
a jerk of his chin.
“Now wait just a minute!” Amanda
exclaimed. “I’m not a child, and I
won’t be ordered about like one, nor do I have to answer to anyone. I am an adult in my own right, and family
blessing or not, I intend to marry Sarek!”
Hands on hips, she defied her family priest.
Amanda,
thought Silek, do not antagonize
him. Between you and Sarek, the two of
you may just sabotage your own marriage.
But the cleric took them all by
surprise when he rolled back his head and burst into laughter. “Now, missy, it’s you who should have this
red hair of mine. What a temper!” Sitting upright in the chair, he spoke more
politely. “Please sit down, girl, we’ve
a lot to discuss, and I don’t want to be twisted all around like a pretzel trying
to see you,” he told her.
His eyebrows betraying his surprise at the
priests mercurial mood, Sarek, nonetheless, stepped quickly into the outer
office to retrieve two chairs, one for each of them.
Once Amanda and Sarek were both
comfortably seated, Father Fitzpatrick turned to face Silek again. “Now, Silek, what exactly is a bondmate?”
“A bondmate is one of a couple who are
bonded,” Silek began. “A bonding is
somewhat more than a betrothal yet still less than a marriage. A bond is a telepathic link between husband
and wife allowing them to sense the other’s feelings and needs.”
That
sounded reasonable. Perhaps my brother
is not the only one to inherit our father’s diplomatic skills.
“I see,” the priest stated softly,
nodding his head gravely. Abruptly, he
turned to Amanda. “Are you telling me,
child, that the two of you are linked telepathically?”
“Yes, we are,” she told him. “Father
Fitz, I wasn’t there this morning when Sarek and Daddy had their…” –she paused
a moment—“…disagreement, but you and I both know how he is about non-humans.”
“I know,” Father Fitz agreed, nodded his
head in understanding. “Just why did
you go see Bobby?” he asked Sarek.
Maintaining his Vulcan mask and dignity,
Sarek steepled his fingers together. “I
sought to uphold human tradition by asking for his daughter’s hand in
marriage.”
Now it was Father Fitzpatrick’s turn to
raise an eyebrow.
His
expression suggests that he does not believe my brother. “It is true,” Silek spoke forcefully. “Sarek went to seek Amanda’s hand in
marriage. It is an honorable, life-long
commitment which he has offered to Amanda; one which she has accepted and
counter-offered.” He raised his head
regally and lifted a single brow.
“Indeed, they need neither to seek permission nor a blessing from anyone
to seal their marriage.”
Father Fitzpatrick nodded sagely. “Let me see if I understand the situation,”
he said. “By the customs and laws of
your world, they are considered engaged, well, more than engaged, but not yet
married.”
Silek nodded in agreement. “Yes, but they are also engaged to be
married according to the customs of this world as well. An offer of marriage was made and accepted
between two adults.”
“And the two of you plan to marry no
matter what?” he turned to ask Sarek and Amanda.
“That is correct.”
“Yes.”
“What about your parents, Mandy?” Father
Fitzpatrick asked softly.
Amanda’s face paled slightly, but she
straightened her shoulders. “I pray
they’ll accept this, but I love Sarek and nothing can change that.”
When Sarek spoke, his voice was
calm. “Family is of great importance on
Vulcan, and I would not wish to be at odds with Amanda’s parents. I am willing to meet again with Mr. Grayson
for Amanda’s sake.”
“I think that would be best,” Father
Fitzpatrick stated. “There’s just one
thing I want to know before I go.”
Taking Amanda’s hands in his own and locking eyes with her, he asked
bluntly. “Are you pregnant, child?”
Her eyes never wavering from his, she
firmly replied, “No.”
It
is no one’s business but their own that they have coupled. Perhaps I can distract this priest from
forcing a break of the Vulcan Privacy Code, Silek thought. “It is quite unlikely that Amanda will
ever become pregnant with my brother’s child,” Silek spoke up. “I would estimate the chance of conception
between the two of them to be sixteen million three hundred forty-two thousand
eight hundred sixty two point zero nine two four to one.”
“But you could be,” Father Fitzpatrick
persisted. “Isn’t that right?” But before Amanda could reply, he let go of
her hands and stood up.
Sarek and Silek stood with him. “Yes, I think it’s best the two of you go
ahead and have a formal ceremony since you’re already married in the eyes of
God.” He sighed sadly. “I’ll call later you later today, Silek, and
we can set up a time and place to meet.
In the meantime, I’ll work on Bobby,” he told them.
“That is acceptable,” he replied.
“Will you escort me to the door?” the
priest asked as he walked to the office door.
He stood, holding the door for Silek.
Silek nodded, following the tall
man. “I would be honored,” he stated
formally as he passed through the door.
With one backward look and a solemn nod,
Father Fitzpatrick slowly closed the door giving the young couple their
privacy.
The End