A closer look at the most amazing character ever to pop up in science fiction. Spock!
Let's call it a peek into Spock's personality from the POV's of the people closest to him.
Disclaimer :I do not own Star Trek, nor do I own Commander Spock :(

Sarek : And a child is born

"It is time." Three words that had changed the history of Vulcan forever. No emotion needed to be shown or even acknowledged as Sarek followed the Vulcan medical chief into their 'hospital' of the sorts, his eyes immediately searching for the one he knew would be resided there.

"Amanda."

His beautiful, albeit human, wife was lying in one of the four beds in the room, cradling a bundle of sheets in her arms. A look of intense joy and love etched into her features. At the sound of her name she looked up, unshed tears welling in her eyes at the sight of her husband. "It is a boy." She whispered.

Though Sarek would never admit, the same emotions of joy and love overtook him, and he kneeled down at the side of the bed. "Let me see his face."

Amanda smiled at him, a single tear sliding down her cheek as she gently moved the sheets a bit so the round face and pointed ears of the small Vulcan infant could be seen. The infant's skin was flushed green after having the nurses scrub his body clean of all blood, and his eyes were squeezed shut tight. One tiny hand clutching his mother's finger. Tear tracks seemed to be stained onto his cheeks. "They were a little rough when they cleaned him." Amanda whispered in explanation. "I do not think they enjoyed the fact that human blood was lined over a Vulcan infant."

Sarek sighed and rose, only to sit on the edge of the bed next to his wife, wrap a single arm around her and kiss her forehead lightly. "He is only Half-Vulcan. The Terran blood lining his skin on the day of his very birth should have been a celebration of that fact."

"He will possibly never be accepted. A child of two worlds." Amanda's eyes were sad as she gazed lovingly at her son. "What on earth to call him?"

Having thought (and secretly hoped for a son) Sarek babbled something off in pure Vulcan, and despite his best efforts the glint in his eyes were enough to tell his wife how much he loved that name.

Amanda thought over the words he said, and finally settled on the very last, (and only pronounceable) "Spock." She whispered, testing it out. "I like that."

Sarek allowed his lips to twitch only slightly. "It is a name that will be honoured and remembered forever."

"Yes. A child of two worlds will always be unpredictable. How fascinating it will be to observe this as he grows."

No one would ever be able to get Sarek to admit just how eager he was to raise this child, not even his beloved wife. To make sure he didn't say anything that gave him away, he held out his arms silently, asking permission with a single raised brow and soft pleading eyes. Amanda smiled and very carefully placed the bundle into his arms.

Standing carefully, Sarek cradled his baby boy in his arms, rocking back and forth gently. Spock (for that would be his name) yawned and nestled his tiny body further into his father's arms. One tiny fist reaching out, opening and closing. Looking for something. Adjusting his hold on the boy so that he rested in just the curve of one arm, Sarek offered the child his finger and Spock took hold of it. Gripping onto it tightly.

Never before had Sarek experienced such a strong emotion of love and pride. Pride that he had for once, overlooked logic and given life to this boy with his beloved human. Pride that said human had loved him enough to want to have his child, though it would only be half like herself. Love for the small child that would undoubtedly make him even prouder in the future, and love for his wife. Lying in her bed and watching him with eyes also shining of love.

He couldn't wait to be able to raise this child.

Years later, Sarek was tired. As ambassador to earth he had been working around the clock on reports that he hadn't quite gotten done by the time he had wished. Spock, a child of five now, had gotten quite the fright the night before, and refused to go to sleep. He seemed to find it more logical to stay awake with his father, asking question after question about what life was like off of Vulcan.

That night it had taken nearly two hours to convince Spock that he could go to sleep, but finally after planting a single kiss on his forehead, Spock agreed, closing his eyes, and falling into a sweet slumber.

"Father." Or not.

Sighing Sarek turned in his chair. There in the doorway to his study stood his son. A stuffed tribble plush toy clutched in his arms, a gift from his mother, though Sarek had thought the need of a teddy bear to be quite illogical. Spock looked nervous despite the lack of emotion in his facial features. His eyes, which were pure human gave away his fear.

"Speak your mind Spock."

Spock did not. He did however glance over his shoulder toward his rooms, and then back to his father. Sarek almost smiled, it was times like these that he wished he had chosen the side of emotion over logic. Just so that he could admit openly to his son how frustratingly adorable he was being at the moment.

"Spock, come here." He instructed opening his arms and allowing only some of his amusement to show in his eyes. Spock's eyes brightened considerably and the child ran, tripping over his feet a few times, to climb up into his fathers arms. "It is odd for you to come seeking me out my child. Your mother is usually your first choice."

Spock shook his head, clutching his stuffed tribble to his chest tighter. "Mother is sleeping, and even if she was not she would not have been able to chase the monsters away."

Although illogical Sarek experienced another flash of great love for his son. He had never thought that Spock looked up to him in anyway. That the boy just enjoyed following him around when his mother was too busy. But from the look of admiration shining in his son's eyes at that very moment he finally understood.

Allowing the smallest of smiles to touch his lips Sarek got to his feet, carrying Spock in his arms as he was still lighter than a feather to the man, and headed towards his son's room. Spock had squeaked when his father had stood, but otherwise said nothing, just buried his face in the crook of his neck. Afraid of going back to the place where the 'monsters' were.

Sarek entered the room, leaving the door open behind him so he could 'chase the monsters away' as it were, and dropped Spock lightly on top of his bed. Spock did not laugh, but there certainly was laughter in his eyes as he bounced slightly on the soft mattress. "Shall I rid the monsters for you Spock?"

Spock nodded, lifting one still very tiny hand to point around the room. "Do you see them father? The are everywhere."

Sarek looked around to humour his son, but did not find any sign of monsters. "Where are they Spock?"

The expression in the boy's eyes looked so much like exasperation that had his wife been there, Sarek knew that she would have laughed. "Everywhere father. They move, and grow, and shrink. They are also very dark. Even darker than the rest of the room at night."

And suddenly Sarek realised that Spock was talking about the shadows. "I must correct your theory of monsters then Spock. For what it is that you are witnessing are called 'shadows.' They are caused by a solid object blocking the only source of light, such as the moon."

Spock blinked at him, understanding slowly seeping into his eyes. "So it is impossible for them to physically harm me?"

"No Spock. Let me show you."

No amount of logic would ever be able to explain why Sarek took out an authentic looking flash light, shutting off the rest of the lights as he went. He shown the light at the wall, and moved his hand in front of it, Spock gasping as the shadow of his father's hand showed on the wall. Neither of them noticed when Amanda poked her head into the room, catching a glimpse of her husband and her son creating shadow puppets. Spock laughing quietly, and amusement dancing in Sarek's eyes.

Sarek would never admit it, but he had enjoyed being illogical with his son for that one night. Had enjoyed the sound of his child's laughter, despite how quiet and reserved it had been. In that one night he had learned so much about his son.

His son was emotional, but conflicted having both the human and the Vulcan urges. His son enjoyed the illogical side to everything, but also enjoyed knowing the logic behind it as well. His son was brave, if slightly impulsive, having risked his emotionless father sending him back to bed with nothing more than a lecture. But he was also creative, he had turned a ward of shadows, into an army of monsters. And despite the logic that told Sarek to loath these things about his son, he basked in them.

And it seemed that he was right in his assumption.

Because over the years, despite how many so called 'emotional drawbacks' his son had went through, and despite peer pressure from Spock's classmates, and well, his father, causing Spock to revert so far into his Vulcan side the only reminder of the child Spock was the overly human eyes, Sarek always felt the feeling of pride he felt the day his son was born growing stronger and stronger as he grew into the man that shocked the entire Vulcan race. Although Sarek never did say it, he wished that Spock knew that whatever he chose to be or do, not only did he have a proud mother, but a proud father as well.

It'll Be Amanda next :)