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HELLO LUVS! I AM SOOOO SORRY THAT I HAVE NOT WRITTEN FOR AGES. SO COMPLICATED, WHAT WITH ALL THE SCHOOLWORK AND ALLAROUND STRESS. SOMETHING DREW ME BACK TO THE SITE, AND AFTER BEING COMPLETELY INSPIRED BY ALL OF YOUR WARM, ENCOURAGING COMMENTS, I HAVE NEW HOPE IN CONTINUING THE FABULOSITY WHICH IS THIS STORY!!! I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE! ENJOY :D
14 year old Spock sat in a chair in his sitting room looking over his schoolwork when his father entered their home. He glanced at Spock, nodded solemnly and then continued on his way to the back to of the house to the garden where his mother was. Back on Earth, nothing brought greater joy to Amanda than flowers. She had quite the green thumb, and was extremely touched by the considerate gesture made by Sarek when he had a garden placed in their backyard just for her. 'A touch of home, to make you feel more comfortable' as Sarek had put it.
Spock heard them mumbling, and curiosity got the best of him, so he went into the restroom and opened the window, which had a perfect view of the garden. Spock knew it wasn't right to eavesdrop, but the look in his father's eyes when he passed by worried him, so he thought he could make an exception, just this once.
"Well, what did they say?" He heard his mother's loud human whisper very clearly.
Then Spock heard his father whisper something, but he could only make out the words 'temporary suspension'. He cursed Vulcans for their inconspicuosity.
What had happened? Why did his father mention a temporary suspension? Spock decided he would wait for his mother to retire for the evening, before conversing with his father in his study.
Just as planned, Spock knocked gently on the heavy oak door of Sarek's study. "Enter." came the response.
"Father, I was wondering if I could maybe speak with you for a moment?" Spock said opening the door.
"Yes, my son. What is it that is troubling you?" Sarek looked up from his scriptures.
"Forgive me for my forwardness. but I overheard you speaking with mother about some sort of temporary suspension, and out of sheer worriment, I wanted to inquire about everything being alright?"
"I am pleased to know of you consideration of me, Spock. Sit down." Sarek motioned to the chair opposite him before the desk.
"Something happened at the Council, a mistake on my part which caused a great deal of inconvenience to the rest of the Elders. I will not get in to the specifications about this incident, because I find it illogical to recollect events that bring me shame."
"I understand, father." Spock said, looking down at his feet.
"I want you to know that as soon as the mistake was made, I went straight to the council to inform them of it. I took immediate action and entire responsibility for my misjudgment. Had I not, I would have been faced with something far worse than a simple temporary suspension. That is why, no matter how difficult the result, you must always take responsibility. You can never leave it upon others to do things for you. You must always take matters in to your own hands. Are you following, Spock?"
"Yes, father. Your wise advice is greatly appreciated. While we are on the subject of responsibility, I thought that I might take this opportunity to be completely honest with you on a matter that may be beyond my control."
Sarek's wise eyes met Spock's, and casually, he spoke. "Is the matter regarding T'Pring?"
Spock nodded, his head down.
"Then it is duly noted. I have nothing to say to you about it, because I am sure that your mother has already provided you with enough information for you to make the decision that you feel is best."
"Thank you father. Goodnight." Spock walked out of the room, completely and utterly in awe at his father's words. He would have never, in a million years have expected that his father would leave a decision such as this one entirely up to Spock. It was extremely curious. No doubt out of character for Sarek.
***
Bones sighed as he looked at the picture he held in his hands of his beautiful little daughter. He hadn't seen Joanna since Jocelyn had taken her in the divorce. He tried relentlessly to try and see his little 5 year old, but Jocelyn was extremely stubborn. Thinking back to the conversation he had had with Jim the day before, he wondered if getting Jocelyn back was a good idea. After all, the whole divorce wasn't his fault. He didn't want a divorce in the first place. It was Jocelyn who had cheated. Why did she get everything? Because she didn't have a lawyer, she had a fucking vulture. Bones thought. He chuckled slightly. He should'nt have to keep crawling back to her like this, but what other choice did he have? She was after all, the only woman he'd ever been with. Bones grimaced as he recalled sharing that little piece of information with Jim earlier. He would just have to toughen up and try like hell to retain everything Jim taught him.
A rhythmic knock on the door tore McCoy from his thoughts, and he called to answer it."S'Open"
As irony would have it, James Tiberius Kirk himself came striding through the door. Obviously still on cloud 9 from yesterday's excursions.
"Whatcha got there, Bonesy?" He plucked the photo from McCoy's left hand. "Awww who's this cutie?"
"Joanna, my daughter." Bones said ripping the photo away from Jim.
"Ohhhh yeah, you mentioned something about being a dad, didn't you?"
"Yes. But I haven't seen her in over 6 years now. She's probably forgotten me."
"Why such a long time?" Jim pressed.
"Weren't you listening that day on the shuttle? I told you. The ex-wife took the whole goddam planet in the divorce!"
"That sounds vaguely familiar. So. This is another Jocelyn dilemma, huh? It's really sounding to me like this little lady's caused you a hell of a lot of trouble. Are ya sure she's worth it? Because I know this one federation docking planet, Bones, the women!"
"Now, listen, Jim, I know what I want, alright? Now just...tell me what to do."
"Alright, alright. You said she was a nurse, right? Does she work for Star Fleet?"
"Yeah. She was actually stationed on Deagan V after what happened on Vulcan."
"Wait...how do you know that?" Jim raised an eyebrow.
"I...like to keep track of things." Bones averted Jim's gaze.
"Oookay, so you're a stalker. Whatever, potato, puhtahto. Sooooo next time we've got some free time on our hands, we'll just tell the crew we've got some business to handle on Deagan, Chekov sets a course, Spock interacts logically with his people, and you get your wife and daughter back. It's all happy go lucky for everyone once again."
"You think it'll be that simple?" Bones looked up at Jim.
"God, I hope so. I'll tell ya, I am getting so sick and tire of all the drama on this ship. It's like living in a freakin' soap opera."
Bones rolled his eyes.
Just then, over the loudspeaker, Chekov's voice was heard all over the ship. "Ehm, Keptin Kirk, I am peyging Keptin Kirk to the breedge." The young ensign continued. "Ve are epproaching Endora, and your presence ees reeekuested. Tank you."
"Sound like they need ya, Jim. Go see what's up with Andora, I'll be fine here."
"Alrighty-ro. Be back in 2 shakes." Kirk winked and walked out of the automatic doors to Bones' quarters, and made a left for the bridge.
***
"Ehm, Keptin Kirk, I am peyging Keptin Kirk to the breedge. Ve are epproaching Endora, and your presence ees reeekuested. Tank you." Chekov's voice sounded over the loudspeaker. Spock walked down the long corridor, then in to the elevator. He tapped his foot impatiently as he waited for the doors to open again. As they did, he rushed, nearly in a half-jog down another corridor to the engineering room. He opened a door to Scotty sitting at the controls, waiting.
"Mr. Scott, have you locked on her location yet?"
"Ay, Mr. Spock. I got her right here. Just give me a wee second to get her in to the right coordinates and...there we are!" Scotty pressed one of the buttons on the controls, and suddenly, one of the spots on the energizing pads began to haze in and out. Then gradually, a tall shadow of a figure was visible, and then it eventually cleared up to become the figure of T'Pring herself, in the flesh.
Spock's heart skipped about 3 beats, and then raced. She was exactly as he had remembered, except...more beautiful.
She still had the high ponytail trailing from the top of her head to the bottom of her waistline. And the air of confidence protruding about her, with her chin held high, and her sharp, exotic eyes surveying her surroundings. Her lips, full and emotionless; her cheekbones, high and defining. Her creamy, light coffee toned skin was in contrast to the soft lavender dress she wore.
Then, the still figure became full of exuberant life. She stepped off of the energizing pad, and pulled her light purple shawl over her shoulders. She walked up to Spock, and gave him the Vulcan salute.
"Dif-tor heh smusma, Spock."
He returned the gesture. "Dif-tor heh smusma, T'Pring."
"So, this is what you declined your admission to the Vulcan Science Academy for?" She asked as she looked around.
"It is. Come, we have important matters to discuss, and I believe they would be better fit for discussion in private. We can converse in one of the conference rooms."
"Very well." She nodded solemnly in appreciation to Scotty, and he was nearly knocked off his seat.
***
Uhura was on the bridge, attempting to receive any and every transmission she could find, but she could hear nothing. This worried her slightly, since the last time no transmission was heard near a planet, Vulcan was under attack by the Romulans.
"Nyota, you look stressed, why don't you take a break, and I can take over for you for a bit." Nara, a young Xeno Linguistics ensign said to her. She was kind, and always willing to help Uhura no matter the task. Realizing she could probably take a minute to find Spock, Uhura accepted Nara's offer, and swiftly walked off the bridge.
She walked up to one of the many computers along the corridor which lead to the bridge, and tapped the screen. "Computer, find Commander Spock". Then, on screen, it read that he was in Conference Room B, so she continued her swift walking to an adjoining corridor, and then came to the door of Conference room B.
***
"Now, Spock, you mentioned previously about the matters that needed discussing? If I you might satisfy my curiosity as to what matters your were referring to?"
"I was referring to the bonding ceremony."
"Ah, yes. My reason for showing up on such short notice."
"Well, you see, T'Pring, I am greatly conflicted, and in a situation of grand discomfort. The problem is that -" Spock was cut off my someone opening the door.
"Spock, I just wanted to - " It was Uhura. When she saw who sat across from Spock at the table she nearly fell flat on her face. "Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't realize you had company."
"Nyota, I'm extremely pleased to see you, but you must know that this isn't exactly the best time." Spock's eyes darted to T'Pring and then back to her.
"Well, Spock it would be rude of you to not introduce us." Uhura said, stepping further in to the room.
"Well, in all fairness, it was a bit rude for you to simply barge in to a room without the rights of knocking or common courtesy." T'Pring looked down at her lap with her eyebrows raised. Not that they needed much help, Uhura thought.
"Excuse me, but I don't believe I was talking to you. I was talking to my boyfriend, thank you." Nyota spat back. T'Pring's eyes went wild at the word "boyfriend".
"Spock, you never mentioned this inconvenience." T'Pring looked expectingly at him.
"This inconvenience has a name." Nyota's eyes became slits at T'Pring.
"Well, maybe I would know it if you had given dear Spock the moment's reprieve to actually conduct the formal introductions." T'Pring pulled her shawl off and placed it on the back of her chair.
"Nyota," Spock looked at Uhura, "This is...T'Pring...I've...mentioned her." Spock continued. "T'Pring, this is my...girlfriend...Nyota." her mumbled.
"Nyota? Is that what they're calling your people these days?"
"T'Pring? I think based off your actions, I'd call you T'PainInTheAss." Uhura shot, then turned around, and made a move for the door. But out of nowhere, the ship made a large jolt to the left sending her flying in to T'Pring, who immediately shoved her off of her to the ground. Uhura cried in pain as she landed right on her knee.
Kirk's voice was then heard over the loudspeaker. "I need everyone to hang on tight, it looks like we're in for a bumpy landing. Andora appears to be under attack".
***
AN:
HI LUVS!! OH MY GOODNESS, I AM SO ABSOLUTELY SORRY THAT I HAVE NOT UPDATED IN 80 FORTNIGHTS! IT'S BEEN ALL A CRAZY MESS. I FELT UNBEARABLY HORRID WHEN I SAID I'LL UPDATE BY TOMORROW THE LATEST, AND THEN HAVEN'T COMPLETELY FINISHED THE CHAPTER UNTIL NOW. I'M NOT GOOD WITH DEADLINES, ESPECIALLY NOT WHEN THEY'RE PILED WITH A BAJILLION OTHER ASSIGNMENTS SPRINKLED ON TOP, BUT THE POINT IS, THE CHAPTER'S UP, AND YOU CAN ALL BE HAPPY! I AM ACTUALLY EXCITED ABOUT WHERE THIS IS GOING, SO I EXPECT TO UPDATE SOONER THAN BEFORE LOL. I REALLY HOPE THAT YOU LIKE IT, AND ONCE AGAIN, THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU TO ALL OF THOSE WONDERFUL COMMENTS, THEY ARE REALLY GREAT, AND READING EACH ONE JUST MAKES ME SO HAPPY! THEY TRULY ARE MY GREATEST INSPIRATIONS!
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p.p.s.: Thanks to 'romulania' who helped me with Bones' ex wife's name. I didn't know she had one so I made one up, but now I know her name is Jocelyn :D