Dear Readers:

This is the sequel to my story, 'Not At All Like Spock'. We will examine Spock's life on New Vulcan, and allow him to reminisce about his past relationship with His Nyota. What the memory of his life at the academy and on The Enterprise moves him to do will be the basis for this story. I hope you will enjoy.

So Like Spock

Chapter One

He closed the door softly and went to his office. He did not lower himself gently into the seat but dropped down from exhaustion. He barely had any sleep for five days, sixteen hours, three minutes, remaining by her side when she had taken a turn for the worse. The healers had put forth their best effort but with no indication of what was to come, her heart had suddenly stopped. All efforts at reviving her failed. He had held her hand to the last sending her calm, peace and gratitude. She, after all knew his history, for he had revealed all after he had called out Nyota's name when they were first joined. Non the lest, she considered herself privileged to be bonded with him. On the other hand, he was grateful for her sacrifice. She had given him twin sons. In some monarchies on earth it was called 'an heir and a spare'. Prior to their conception she had health issues and he had not been intimate with her from the time that her pregnancy had been determined until this time. Their twin sons were now twenty-one years old. Fortunately for them both, Spock had yet to experience his first Pon Farr. Spock was certain she would not survived such an onslaught. Under the new 'prerogative', children on New Vulcan were being born outside the imperative of that biological bane.

Due to his aduna's health it was impossible for Spock to leave her for extended periods of time. So of course, he could not return to active duty with Star Fleet, but he had kept in contact with the now Admiral Pike for all these almost twenty-four years. The twins, S'nel and S'gans, were presently in training to jointly take up his father's robe. So, just as he had refused to return to Star Fleet because of his obligation toward, she who was his wife, with his father's approval, he had passed his father's office on to his sons. T'ima at least deserved him as a constant, since what he was unable to give her was his love; for that would remain with the one he had left behind. His Aduna knew about his past life and she had accepted logic as the basis for their being bonded.

On Vulcan, It was unique for the conception and successful delivery of twins. Their births had been unusual for Vulcans. Spock remembered his mother mentioning that twins ran in her family. So, it could have just been his humanity that allowed him to produce identical twins. His sons were his mother's DNA contribution. He had designed and constructed what a human would call a 'baby carriage' for his sons. Whenever his bondmate and the children's nurse walked through the streets of New Shi'kahr, for a certainty, all were aware of whose sons were being taken out for 'a breath of fresh air'.

Sometimes he amazed himself when his thoughts included Terran colloquial expressions. After every occasion his thoughts would turn to the one who had educated him in these laconic expressions. He had never inquired about her when he spoke to Pike. It was quite possible that she had left active duty and was settled somewhere with a mate and children. Perhaps she had returned to Africa, to her family and became a teacher there. He noticed his heart ached a bit with that memory. He looked around the now quiet and empty house and had to admit it never had been a lively house, of course there was no laughter or teasing. These were what he had observed when he had gone with Nyota to visit her family. But it was within these walls he had been able to fulfill his duty to his father, his house, and his people. Once his sons took up his father's robes, they would not return to this house but would take up residence at the official ambassadorial complex.

He looked up as he observed En'nas, the chief healer, standing before him,

"Osu Spock, we have prepared you aduna and you may have time with her before she is transported to the trashan wilat (departure place=crematory). Your sons had been with her all day yesterday and are presently with Osu Sarek at an important meeting. I assume that you have been unable to inform them of the sobering news."

Spock simply nodded.

We will have to remove Lady T'ima within the next four time divisions. Perhaps a message could be taken to your sons."

Spock nodded but said,

"They had assured their mother of their gratitude last night. Their mother had wished that they finish their assigned duties no matter what ensued. Being selfless was part of her nature."

Healer En'nas nodded,

"Then there is no need for us to not move the remains from the house."

Spock agreed,

"Indeed there is no impediment."

Spock rose from his seat and followed the healer back into his wife's room and gazed upon her face once again. He was grateful she was now at rest and that her kaktra had been received by her sister for depositing into an ornate ark T'ima had chosen.

He took her now cold hand into his and pressed his lips to her palm, then lifted her body and nodded to the healer who led the way to the flitter that would transport her remains to the crematory. He knew that their sons would call as soon as the meeting they had to attend was concluded. He went into the kitchen and put the kettle on for a cup of Kenyan tea. Just as the kettle signaled the proper temperature had been reached his com unit signaled 'incoming'.

Settling into the chair in front of the screen he turned the unit on to see the faces of his sons and his father. Of course the Vulcan façade did not change so it would have been impossible for his face to convey the message that his mouth now spoke,

"Father and my sons, my aduna has succumbed to what proved to be her final illness. I will be arriving at the place for her final departure at last light. It would have been your mother's expectation that you all should be there joining with her father's house as her remains are consigned to the fires."

With one voice they spoke the accepted phrase,

"We grieve with thee."

Sarek then said,

"My son, it would contribute to her family's comfort that she passed away in peace."

"She did father, her end was sudden and apparently was without pain."

"Then we can feel a degree of satisfaction that she is no longer suffering."

"Yes father, she is free of that burden."

Spock knew that his father had no idea of the degree of suffering his aduna had endured. For years it had been Spock's thought that she had never been in good health, but she came from a high house, an acceptable clan and her family had off-world wealth. They had all been away from Vulcan Prime when VaPak occurred. Her background provided her the credentials that would permit her attachment to another 'high clan', namely his-the S'chn T'gai.

After the VaPak, females were at a premium, so as long as she was of child bearing age and had the necessary 'equipment', which was confirmed after a healer examined her, she was snatched up by T'Pau and his father as a suitable mate for him. It was almost as soon as he stepped off of the VSS Surak, after leaving The Enterprise, the plans had already been made for his bonding to this complete stranger. He remembered lying in their bed and looking at her as she slept and hating himself. When he placed his hand on her flesh there was no contrast, no 'night and day, no cooling comfort'. The one besides him had hair that was straight, heavy and course and he clearly remembered hair that was soft, light and wavy. Sometimes after she showered he would towel dry it for her. The body next to him was heavy boned and tall. He remembered one that was light, fragile…petit, that body fit perfectly under his chin. His past experiences included ample breasts and hips, while the one that now shared his bed, displayed precisely the opposite. There was nothing musical about this voice he now heard and no ecstatic cries of joy when they joined. He lay in the bed and felt empty and he whispered a name…Nyota.