DISCLAIMER : I DON'T OWN STAR TREK. THIS IS PURELY RECREATIONAL.

Author's Note : This is my first attempt at fanfiction of any kind, let alone Star Trek. Just wetting my feet. On that note, please constructively criticise the story like any other. No special favours just cause I'm new. If you appreciate the story, please take a few seconds and review.

AMANDA GRAYSON

MOTHER OF FIRST OFFICER SPOCK

They say time heals all wounds. It gets easier day by day, to forget.

The raw sting of sorrow and grief. But does it ? He sees her twinkling eyes and proud smile. Hears an agonising scream. That outstretched arm, a mere few seconds late. He later realises he had screamed, not her. Small mercies.

He remembers that special morning. Special ? Affirmative. The day he declined admission to The Vulcan Science Academy and enrolled in Starfleet.

She calls him, in that soft, kind voice. He rushes to her, eager he has a second chance. To express his love for her. She smiles, but the moment they touch . . .

It dawns suddenly on him that she was special. She made that morning special. She made him feel special. HIS mother . . .

Next : Everyone's favourite doctor !