Title: AFTER THE CREDITS--Journey to
Author: Ster Julie
Codes: Kirk, Amanda; Spock, Sarek
Rating: PG
Part 1/1
--ooOoo--
Captain spied Lady Amanda Grayson standing in the corridor outside Spock's
quarters. She was staring at the cabin doors as if willing them to
open. Kirk checked his chrono, rubbed his face, and decided that he had
to intrude, as much as he hated it. "Madam?" Kirk asked.
"Yes, Captain?" Amanda replied without turning.
"Forgive the intrusion," he began. "The rest of the Vulcan
delegation is ready to beam down to the
Amanda sighed. Because of the events during their time on the
"Sarek is still saying goodbye to Spock," she replied with a sigh.
"What is taking so long?" Kirk asked.
Amanda took a long time to reply, debating how much of the "family
silence" she could break with his man who was both her son's superior
officer as well as his best friend. "Spock
is . . . upset," she finally responded.
"Upset?" Kirk echoed.
"Yes," she answered. "Spock wants to meld with his father,
but Sarek won't permit it."
Kirk was puzzled. "Why not?" he asked.
"Sarek uses the excuse of 'trade secrets,'" Amanda answered,
"saying that it would be a security risk on both their parts."
Something in the way Amanda responded piqued Kirk's curiosity. "You suspect another reason," he
stated.
"Captain," Amanda responded patiently, "you know what happens
when matter mixes with anti-matter."
Kirk followed her gaze to the door. "So, you expect an . . .explosion between them." He turned to gaze back
to the stately woman. "I thought they had reconciled," he
mused.
Amanda sighed. "Think of it as a cease-fire between them,
Captain," she countered. "They are finally talking as father
and son. It is too soon for any mind-melding."
Kirk considered this. "Why did Spock request a meld now?" he
asked.
"Spock wanted to explain what happened with T'Pring," Amanda
answered, her voice turning brittle. "He said words were much too
inadequate." Amanda twisted her hands together as her anger
built. "That little, selfish bitch traumatized my son!" she
hissed. Amanda caught herself and took a calming breath. "Spock
needs reassurance from his father right now. Sarek's refusal to meld will
seem like just another rejection."
"Does Sarek realize that?" Kirk said gently.
"I'm sure he does," Amanda responded. "I'm sure he is
explaining it all to Spock right now. The only question is, is Spock listening?"
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Spock was pressing his forehead to Sarek's, holding his father's head, brushing
his fingers through his father's hair and over his ears. "Let me in!" Spock begged.
Sarek soothed the back of his fingers over Spock's temples. "I cannot, my son," he answered in
a gentle voice.
"A'Nirih, please!"
"Cha'i, I cannot," he soothed.
"You know that."
Spock pressed closer, as if to crawl into his father's head.
Sarek reached up and removed Spock's hands
gently. "Breathe, Spock-kam," urged Sarek. "Peace . . . serenity .
. . tranquility."
Instead of calming, Spock became further agitated. "She rejected me, A'Nirih!"
Spock spat. "She challenged me in my need! She made me battle
my captain! And now I have no one waiting for me, no one!"
Sarek brushed the side of Spock's face again with the back of his fingers. "After the conference," Sarek
promised, "we will coordinate or schedules, and you and I will discuss
this at length. And if you wish, I will have a healer available for
you."
Spock closed his eyes and nodded.
Sarek sent soothing, comforting thoughts to Spock who soaked in the consolation
like summer rains into the desert sands.
Sarek took Spock's head and pressed their brows together once more. Spock
mirrored the gentle caress. "Someday,
Spock-kam," Sarek crooned, "someday our
minds will touch and we will both rejoice."
"Someday," Spock echoed.
END