A/N - Remember, Mother's Day is on Sunday, May 9th.

Live Long, and Prosper.

Summary - When Spock comes home from school all bruised and bleeding, he must find a new and special way to tell Lady Amanda that it is really his heart that is injured.

Ko-mekh

"It is illogical, Mother."

"Some of the best things in life are illogical, my son."

"But I have done nothing today that warrants a reward of this type."

"Eat the ameelah, Spock, and do not contend."

"Why should I not? You have received a report of my misconduct today, and yet you insist on treating me as though I have done something noble or praiseworthy."

Lady Amanda did not sigh in frustration. She was too well schooled in the habits Vulcan males (and her son's habits in particular) to feel anything more than mild annoyance at this juncture. She picked up the spoon that her son had pushed away, and firmly handed it back to him, arguing for his compliance in the only effective manner. With logic.

"Spock, the ingredients of this dish contain potassium - a substance that will aid your bruises and help your sinews to knit. Now stop second-guessing me and eat your dessert!"

Reluctantly, he complied. When he was done, he cleared the table of the detritus from his late meal, instinctively taking the responsibility upon himself to clean up.

Amanda did not protest, but went into the sitting area, to wait for her son. He would say what had to say, in his own way, in his own time.

In a few minutes, he silently appeared at her side.

"Ko-mekh, may I be permitted an indulgence?"

"Of course, Spock-kam."

Her son climbed into her lap, arranging himself in a kneeling position on her thighs, and he faced her with a strange expression deep within his eyes. He raised his hand, and with slow deliberate movements, spread his fingers and placed them carefully on her face. His hands were small, and his fingertips made only minimal contact with the proper places, but Amanda could feel the mind meld beginning, nonetheless.

"You were not my than-tha, Mother," he said, lowering his eyes, "But I wished for you to be." Then he closed his eyes completely, and pushed his fingertips as close as they would go to her contact points.

And there he was.

Or, more accurately, there they were. Both of them. In her mind. . .

Her heart swelled with joy at this gesture from him. To meld with a human was no light thing, even if she was his mother. ~It is long since I had thee inside me, Spock, my son~ Amanda thought to him.

But he was young, and inexperienced at melding. His mind was yet unfocused, struggling to maintain the link. ~I. . . do not know. . . I think. . . meaning?~ His thoughts were thready, moving with the beats of his heart, but he had effectively held his emotions in check, at least. All save one. . .

~Be not afraid - hayal, Spock-kam - I have experienced far more intrusive melds. Thee art proceeding quite well.~

She sensed his mental effort as he collected himself, and he managed to ask, ~What didst thou mean "It is long since thou wert inside me?"~ The voice of his mind sounded far away, but it was clear now, and strong.

~But naturally, my son, thee abided inside me for many months~ Amanda placed a deliberate bit of amusement into the meld, and sent her son a mental image of herself, pregnant, and looking at her own form in a mirror. ~It was a time I cherished, sa-fu~

He considered for a moment. ~And dost thou cherish this bond,~ He mentally indicated the meld ~in the same manner?~

She fought the urge to nod - she would not displace his fingers - and thought across the bond one simple word instead. ~Yes~

~I understand~ He sent her and old memory image of his infant hand tightly gripping her finger.

~Yes, my son~ She responded. ~Exactly~

His mind trailed off, uncertain how to proceed.

~Have you ought else to show me?~ She gently prodded him. ~Have you some purpose in mind for this ta'an you have given me?~

All of a sudden his thoughts rushed out of him, spilling and tripping over themselves, an endless river of thoughts, mingled with emotions so thick and confused that the bile rose in Amanda's mouth. How was he this conflicted. . . ? But she pushed her reactions down, and calmed him with a thought. ~Hayal, Spock-kam. Hayal~

With a great effort, he stemmed the tide to one single thought, a single line of fire in the midst of an eruption.

~There is something. . . one thing. What happened today. . . I could not speak of it. Not to thee. But I cannot stop thinking of it. . . I had to find some way. . . to tell thee. It will be painful. But I cannot have thee not know. Yet I would not have thee. . . kafusik. . . of me~

She sent him am image of her hands outstretched. Welcoming. Forgiving.

~When one gives up the showing of emotion, one must also peacefully accept shame when it comes, and learn to separate the shameful act from the person who has performed it. I shall never be ashamed of thee, Spock-kam - even if thee gives me reason to be~

His thoughts stumbled just a little. ~I fear I may have done so~

~Fear not, and show me~

He steadied himself against her mind, and began.

First, there was dread.

~"I assume you have prepared new insults for today. . ."~

Amanda saw through her son's eyes the three cruel youths who made it their daily chore to torment him.

~"He has human eyes. They look sad."~

His dread had quickly changed to stubborn determination.

~I will not submit to you. You are less Vulcan than I am. You are illogical~

His thoughts for a moment overrode his deep emotion.

~"Perhaps an emotional response requires physical stimuli."~

Then there came a swift rush of his hate.

~"He's a traitor, you know. Your father."~

Then there was a flood of nausea.

~"That human whore."~

Then came white blinding indignation, tortuous rage, and an overwhelming sense of. . . justice?

~Yes, Ko-mekh,~ he thought to her directly, ~I was compelled to defend thee. To uphold your dor. I would again. . . and again and again and. . . ~

She cut in. ~What happened next, sa-fu?~

There came a heady twisted pleasure, a perverted yet intoxicating joy as the bones of his fist connected with the other boy's flesh. All memory of the effective yet civilized defense postures he had been taught deserted him. He was young, strong, primal, fighting for justice and the woman who had taught him all he knew of love. . .

And then. . . . . . horror. His opponent was no longer conscious, and had dark green blood leaking from his nose and split lip. A gash was opened along his jawline and a hideous bruise blossomed on his forehead. Was he dead? The other boys seemed to think so, as teachers lifted Spock bodily off of the one who had dared insult the Lady Amanda. Another teacher lifted the bloodied boy - who turned his head and groaned. The boy was not dead.

~But he could have been. . . ~

Spock did not feel relief.

~Ah, sa-fu, you see what violence brings?~ Amanda thought to him, both mortified and proud of this young Vulcan manling who loved her so ~Keep the feelings of justice, my son, but learn that nothing good will ever come from mindless rage.~

Then came the shame, thick and hot like lava. Scorching. Searing. ~I could not control myself~

~Control will come~ came her answer.

He sent her feelings of a deeper, more personal horror ~I still feel the anger~

~It is good that you do~

There was confusion ~Anger is good?~

~Yes. It is right to feel anger at evil~

~But it is not logical~

~Yet it is necessary~

~Ko-mekh, I do not understand~

~You will~

He felt shame again, and a searching sort of desperation ~I am not human, Mother. I cannot be human~

~This is true~

~Nor am I truly Vulcan~

~This is also true~

His thoughts seemed to falter, to pause, to fold in upon themselves. ~What shall I do?~

~Thee will endure. Thee will make a future for thyself. And thee will thrive~ She gave him only her confidence.

He felt her assurance, but his searching continued ~How?~

~In whatever way that is right. Thou wilt find it, in time~

~I love you~

~I know you do, my beloved son~

~I will go now. . .~

Gently, slowly, he removed his mind from hers, and dropped his hand from her face. He blinked a few times.

"Fascinating," he whispered.

Amanda inhaled sharply, her humanity quite unable to accept this coolly spoken word next to the intensity of the bond she had just shared with her son.

"Sa-fu," she said, as calmly as possible, "May I be permitted an indulgence?"

"Of course, Ko-mekh."

With gentle determination, Amanda gathered her son into her arms, held him tight and close, and rocked him while the tears he would never cry - could never cry - spilled from her eyes and onto his hair. "Taluhk sa-kan. . ." she murmured. My dear boy.

For a moment Spock tensed. Vulcans did not show affection in this manner. It was illogical. Then he recalled infinite moments of this same behavior during his babyhood, and he relaxed into her caress. It was only Mother's way. It was human. It was meant to be illogical.

She began to sing, quietly humming the only Terran lullaby that Sarek had allowed her to use. It was the only one, he had said, that showed even the slightest modicum of logic.

"Que Sera, Sera,

Whatever will be, will be,

The future's not ours to see,

Que Sera, Sera. . . ."

She continued to sing, feeding him peace and love through the remnants of the meld, and planting a suggestion that he rest.

Feeling immeasurably comforted, but not quite sure exactly how, Spock laid his head on his mother's shoulder, and promptly fell asleep.

Meaning of Vulcan words -

Ameelah - Vulcan dessert tasting much like fried bananas.

Dor - Honor

Hayal - Calm

Kafusik - Feeling shame or guilt

-kam - Denotes affection (usually mother to child)

Ko-mekh - Mother

Sa-fu - Son

Sa-kan - A male child; an immature or inexperienced man, especially a young man

Ta'an - Gift

Taluhk - Of high cost or worth; valuable; highly esteemed; cherished; dear; beloved

Than-tha - One who guides children through their first mind meld on eve of 7th birthday; usually a parent.

"Que Sera Sera" lyrics obtained at - http:/www. lyriczz. com/lyrics/doris-day/12960-que-sera-sera/

All Vulcan words and definitions were obtained at the Vulcan Language Dictionary - http:/www. starbase-10. de/vld/ Any and all errors are my own, and I do not make any profit from this work of fanfiction, nor do I own any rights to anything Star Trek.

A/N Since Star Trek XI was THE most happy-making movie of 2009 (when you will cheerfully wake up at 3 AM to watch the in-flight movie while en route to Europe, it has to be good, right? :) and since Spock and Amanda are perhaps the most evocative mother/son pair to be seen on the big screen in years, I decided to unleash my inner Trekkie, and celebrate Mother's Day here in the ST fandom. I hope you all enjoyed it!

Look out for chapters for the rest of the bridge crew - coming soon!

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