This is the third story in the San Francisco Saga. After the interview, where will Spock and Nyota go? Is there a 'bed' for them somewhere?
JUST LOOKING FOR A HOME…*
Chapter One
Needs…
After the interview, Ms Flippin rose from her chair and embraced Nyota she then cupped her beaming face in her hands and said, "You perhaps are the luckiest woman I know. What you two have is a perfect pairing of heart, mind and spirit. I have never been so deeply touched by an interview. Do you mind if we stay in touch?
Nyota smiles and nods in agreement. She thanks her host who then walks with them back to the 'Green Room'. As they approach, Nyota senses Spock formulating his inquiry about why the room is so named. Nyota sends him the message, "Illogical humans Spock, not even the interior decorator could give you the answer." As they near the room, Ms Flippin gives Nyota another hug and says she will return shortly.
Approaching the room at the same time is the infamous make-up girl who rushes up to Nyota and turns with a pleading look toward Spock,
"Please sir, I'm new here and after I left you I got a chance to read the memo about not touching you. With tears welling in her eyes she says, "Please forgive me, I had no intention of harming you, and I will never do it again."
Spock looked at the young woman and said, "Knowledge helps to create logic. So it is logical that your decision will hold true considering the only .3 percent chance of another Vulcan submitting to a live interview, at this studio, by said host and being serviced by you in your lifetime or job tenure at this site." Nodding he added, "There is no offense taken."
Nyota smiled at Spock and sent, "Did I detect an effort to be humorous?"
Spock looked at his wife, "No, I was just informing her of the odds of this situation repeating itself."
His wife smiled and shook her head, attempting to stifle her laughter.
The young woman's, 'Thank you,' is barely audible but she looked as if she is reborn and smiled at Nyota, "I'll remove your makeup now if you wish, Ma'am.
Nyota sank into the waiting chair, put her head back against the headrest, and closed her eyes. Within a few minutes, the job is completed and the young woman smiled and backed out of the door again saying, "Thank you, Sir."
Spock came and stood behind the chair Nyota occupied and gently massaged her neck and shoulders. She sighed and said, "You certainly take good care of us." Spock sensed her fatigue, placed his two fingers at her right temple to ease her strain, and supplied her with some of his strength. Just then, there is a light tap on the door.
Spock said, "Enter."
Ms Flippin came in waving a large stack of papers before her. "You will not believe the correspondence we have already received via 'Flash Mail about your interview.' We even have people trying to name your sons. A comical suggestion was Star and Fleet. Oh well, we must take the bitter with the sweet.
Spock tilted his head to the right attempting to process that last statement.
Nyota sent, 'take the good with the bad'.
Spock returns, 'I presume you are NOT considering that suggestion is GOOD'
Her silent response was, 'You do know that Star is a girl's name, case closed.'
Ms Flippin checked the com/link information she had on file to insure that they can, indeed keep in touch. She then hugged Nyota's waist and asked, "How far along are you, my dear?"
Nyota smiled and said, "According to the latest information, our sons are five months old tomorrow. Vulcans count the thirteen months prior to birth when calculating their age. We are presently not sure of the gestation period for the twins because for some unexplained reason they are two-thirds human and one-third Vulcan. I believe they are the first of this kind, a unique designation. As a Vulcan/Human Hybrid my husband carried his singularity for many years."
Ms Flippin placed her palm on Nyota only slightly protruding belly and said to Nyota, "Would it be possible for us to keep tabs on you during your pregnancy? Maybe we could communicate once a month, perhaps with holo pics. Your viewing audience would be so appreciative and I'm sure other Vulcan/Human couples would be grateful and everyone would be thrilled."
Through their bond, Nyota receives a sort of reluctant affirmation from her champion of privacy.
She then stated, "Spock and I will discuss this matter this evening and we will let you know tomorrow."
By this statement Nyota showed Ms Flippin how indeed she and her husband apply the practical suggestions outlined in their, yes, their book because the experiences recorded were indeed shared ones.
"There is only one problem," Nyota stated, looking at Spock, "We are not sure where we will be. Of course, we no longer have quarters on the Enterprise since we are on leave and the Enterprise is in dry dock for refitting. And since my husband no longer has a teaching post at Starfleet Academy, no dwelling there would be available."
Spock had been contemplating the solution to this problem for some time. He knew that his wife would not be comfortable amidst the stares and rigid formality of the Embassy; and after almost five years of the Enterprises' sleeping quarters, she greatly desired space and privacy but as a stopgap, he informs Nyota, "K'diwah, when we leave here my cousin Sirin has assured me that we will have a place to stay."
Nyota breathed a sigh of relief and Spock apologized for putting her through any distress. He had just conferred with his cousin that very morning. He was anxious to have Sirin and his family meet Nyota, Sirin had also married a Terran. It was due to a cooperative effort between Spock, his cousin, and the Embassy staff, that the best accommodations have been secured.
They exit the broadcast station to the bright sun of mid-day. Before leaving the Enterprise our couple had placed all their personal items in storage and Spock had shared this information with his cousin. So now pared down to three large duffle bags and a small trunk secreted away in their rented flitter they made their way through the streets of San Francisco.
*A/N Don't know if you remember the Boll Weevil Song, written by Tex Ritter…'looking for a home is the theme. (it was recorded by Brook Benson and was on the pop charts. If you remember, you are dating yourself-smile)
