The End of All Things
By Mary Stacy
Sa/Am
G
Summary: My version of what canon should have been at the end.
Framed against the setting sun, he stood looking out across
the vast expanse of the desert, inwardly counting his life against the years.
One hundred and eighty-nine years had not bent and broken him—that had taken
only a handful of days, and in that handful of days he had lost
everything. Opening his hand, he let the
sand he had gripped so tightly loose, the wind taking it and scattering it
until there was nothing more to hold, letting his mind trail back through the
years as the grains swirled off into the distance…
“You would do such a foolish thing such a
this, wandering out to the desert alone?
Tell me why, my wife, tell me why.”
He could see her silhouette in the setting sun, her chin
quivering, fighting to stay the tears.
Sarek was not sure what he had done to cause her to flee. He turned and
weighed his actions over and over in his mind and could find no clue, no hint
of what had gone so wrong so quickly. A
few days before Amanda had stood laughing and joyous beside him, now she sat
upon the bluff, her legs curled against her chest, pinned there tightly by her
arms and chin, a ball of pain that reverberated against him.
A response did not seem to be forthcoming. He let loose a barely audible sigh and
gathering up his robes, dropped to the ground next to her. Closer now, he could hear the ragged intake
of breath he knew meant that the tears had won. He struggled against his own
inner battle of what he should and should not do. He could not leave her here, and he knew only
too well now was not the time to try and reason with his wife. Pausing but for a brief moment he let his
hand rest on her shoulder, caressing it briefly and then letting it trail the
length of her back, looking to have this pain, whatever it was, slip from her with its movement.
Finally, Amanda spoke, not looking at him, but into the
desert far beyond sight. “No matter how
hard I try, everything I do is wrong. I
am ruining your life and mine as well.”
“This is not so.”
“It is, everything. Every single thing.”
She bit her lip at that, and he knew she was trying her best to control. A part of him wanted to tell her to stop, yet
he knew she was only trying to her best to conform to the strictures of his
world.
“Will you let me be the judge of whether or not my life is
being ‘ruined’?” Finally.
His wife looked over at him, opening her mouth as if to speak, but before she
could, he continued. “Since I am unable
to see how you have come to this conclusion, please advise me on how you have
reached it.”
“Tonight, with your mother, I try so hard to control, but I
just can’t. Losing my temper was
inexcusable.”
“My mother has seen more than her share of lost tempers, including
some of her own, I might add.” He paused for a moment pondering whether to make
the admission, then realizing it was for the best, “It is a matter I am guilty
of it myself. This is no reason to risk
your life by wandering off into the desert.”
“But it’s not just that, the other day with T’Pau…”
“T’Pau can play the short-sighted bigot when she considers
it to be to her advantage to be so, and can swiftly change her vantage point
when it is more to her plans. She would have me marry her choice. I made mine.”
“It’s not just her though, it’s
your colleagues, your family, your friends.
They make me feel, well, like I’m your pet human, something to be
tolerated in the short range, cause in the end, in the end you’ll grow weary of
me and come to your senses and find yourself a proper Vulcan woman.”
“I do not desire a ‘proper Vulcan woman’. I desire you.”
“But things change…”
“This will not change, Amanda. I promise you this.”
Sarek pick up a handful of sand.
“You see these grains of sand? Look at them closely, remember each one of
them.”
Questioning, she looked directly at him, her eyes bright in
the remains of the lingering light, a trail of tears marked in a stain of dust
on her cheeks. He nodded to his hand, and taking a deep breath, she looked into
his cupped palm and its contents for a long moment.
Suddenly, Sarek stood in one fluid motion, and opening his
hand, he flung the fine grains into the wind, “Find every single one of those grains,
my wife, and when you return them all to me only then would I ever allow us to
part.”
In the end the joys had far outweighed the sorrows of their
lives. And he had kept his end of the
bargain over those many years, though more than once death had come close to
his door. Amanda had done her best as well, living a long life, longer than he
could have ever asked for and she did it for him. A marriage of one hundred and
twenty-five years, almost as long as a standard human lifetime was theirs. Then
when finally her body could no longer fight the battle, he cradled her in his
arms one last time, knowing he could do nothing more for her now than to let
her go. And in her passing, a gaping wound had opened up within him that would
not be healed. Each day a little less of
him remained among the living, each day he had moved closer to she who had
passed into that which lay beyond.
The sun set before him one final time, the darkness now
overtaking him like a shroud. Sarek of Vulcan turned and walked his last trip
across the sands of his birth, going home to die to this life and be reborn in
arms of she who alone had proved worthy of being loved by one who had never
known of love until the day she came into his heart.