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Summary: A look at the day Spock left Vulcan in a new light. It's a short drabble.
This is told in T'Pau's POV 1st person, because I don't like her having to be a b!tch. Canon never explained the family ties between them all, so I've made my own for this. Please forgive.
As my Vulcan heritage demanded, my face is impassive as I digest the news my servant has brought me from the Science Academy roughly two hours ago this day. No twitch of sentiment or display of relief flickers across my cheeks; they stand immovable as if carved from solid stone. My eyes dare not show any emotion, they are void onyx staring blankly into the Vulcan desert. The servant's voice held no infliction has he told of the transgression my own kin had committed. My nod to dismiss him was as stiff and regal as ever.
Now, I am alone, but I am sure that it will not belong before my grandson comes to visit. Closing my eyes, I collect myself. For while the outside does not break, my inner self is rolling likes waves upon distant oceans. I am proud, happy and relieved that my great-grandson had the self-worth to finally stand up for himself, refusing to allow those barbarians to desecrate his name and his mother's blood, refusing to bow down to those who have oppressed him his entire life. Part of be longs to have been present during the proceedings, joyous, and the other part is crushing knowing because he has rejected his Vulcan heritage Spock will now leave Vulcan, saddened. These taboo emotions have churned within me as my mind ages, soon my face will not be made of granite, but now Spock will not be at my side to witness my transformation. This day will be marked in my mind forever and it will cause anguish to well within my heart.
It is no secret amongst the family that Spock has and always shall be my favorite. I am old, they allow me this emotional and illogical indulgement; I am the Matriarch, they dare not stand against me. Spock is special, so is his mother, Amanda. Of all the great-grandchildren that have been born to my house, he stands apart. His human heritage makes him more appealing to a woman who has spent a lifetime denying simple tokens of affection to her entire family. The moment baby Spock smiled when I first held him, was the moment he won my heart as sure as he held his mother's. I watched him as he grew into a fine specimen of our race. His loving mother always showing the outward signs of affection that none of the rest of his family would be strong enough to mimic.
Walking to stand at the window, I know that Sarek will demand Spock leave Vulcan, if Spock has not already made his own concessions to join Star Fleet. It is illogical to wish, but I send a small wish into the masses for Spock to stop at my home before leaving. However, two hours is long enough to secure transport of Vulcan, especially for the son of an Ambassador. He will be too ashamed to visit the Matriarch of his family, I will have to contact him when he is settled on Earth. Gathering my skirts, I take a deep breath. Amanda will need someone to comfort her, and while this Vulcan woman will not be the best for that position, I am willing to help. Today we have both lost an important member of our family and hearts.
A/N: Thanks for reading.
I hope you enjoyed it. I really like T'Pau.
This is an attempt to break the writer's block that has choked my story "Junior" and "Not My Time". Fingers are crossed that it works!