The Past is the Past

The sun shone high over the small town in Vulcan, a young girl and boy were sat in some shade, which was being provided by a large boulder. They both looked happy, just sitting there in the sun and spending time with each other, sharing stories from the books they carried. Each of them had black hair, though the boy had his hair in a typical Vulcan style whilst the girl had hers falling in loose waves down her back and the boy's eyes were a deep chocolate, whilst hers were a glistening sea blue. They both looked like typical Vulcan children, but everyone knew that that wasn't the case. The girl was reading a book to the boy as he relaxed against the boulder, that they had used to take shelter from the sun, his eyes were closed as he listened to his sister's voice as she told the story. They were happy, but this was short lived when a group of older looking boys walked over and suddenly tore the book from the girl's hands and both of the children stood up.

"What rubbish is this?" One of the boys asked, as he threw the book to the ground.

The boy and girl looked at the emotionless faces of the group before them, before they looked at the book which was now on the floor.

"We have plenty more books at home, so you are wasting your time in eliciting an emotional response from either of us." The boy told them.

"Maybe a response requires physical stimuli." One of the boys stated, pushing at the boy.

"No, leave him alone." The girl old them, trying to get in the way of the boys who were pushing her brother, but they pushed her to the ground too easily.

The boy noticed the girl be pushed to the floor, and he then let out an almost feral cry as he threw himself at the boy who has caused the girl to fall to the floor, and he started to fight with him. For being so young, the boy was a good fighter, and he managed to make many more marks appear on the man that he was against, than he managed to obtain himself. He was so absorbed in the fight that he was oblivious to the other boys running away, scared of the ferocity of the young Vulcan in front of them, so only the girl was left.

"Spock, stop it!" The girl screamed at her brother. "Stop it, you're hurting him!"

"Spock!" Came a commanding voice, as Spock's father – Sarek – walked over to them, the boys having gone to get him when they had seen Spock's anger. At hearing the voice, both boys broke apart, with the other running away, bleeding heavily, and Spock went over to the girl and helped her to her feet, showing no visible injuries though his knuckles were covered in the blood of the other boy.

"Are you alright?" Spock asked her, when she was fully standing, and he watched her move to pick up their book.

Sarek watched the pair in loving fondness, and he sighed. "Come on you two, it's time to go home." He told them.

"Yes father." They chorused, and they followed Sarek as he led them all back towards their home. The minute they got home, Amanda was in front of them, inspecting the children for any serious injuries.

"What happened?" She asked them as she check Tziporah's arms and legs, before taking the children into the kitchen and setting about cleaning Spock's knuckles.

"Some boys came over and stole our book, then provoked Spock into a fight mother, he only hit them when they turned on me." Tziporah told her, as Amanda set about cleaning her face.

Amanda sighed at her daughter's story, before she put the rag that she was using back into the water. "Go upstairs and get changed, the pair of you." She then looked over at Sarek, before she looked back at her children. "Then come straight back downstairs, your father and I wish to speak to you both."

Spock looked at Tziporah just as she looked at him and they both nodded. "Yes mother." And then they both ran upstairs to get changed.

"What do you think they want to talk to us about?" Tziporah asked her brother, as she walked out from behind a folding screen wearing a new dress and over jacket, whilst Spock was already changed, and waiting for her.

"I'm unsure of the topic of this talk." Spock told her as he looked back at her.

"Maybe it's about us having our own rooms." Tziporah offered as a conclusion, though she sounded excited at the thought. "That would be wonderful wouldn't it Spock?"

Spock laughed at his sister's continuous enthusiasm, she never failed to be happy about things, and he shook his head, headed downstairs with her.

They eventually joined their parents in the living room of their home, holding each other's hands for comfort as they noticed that Amanda was crying.

"Sit down children." Sarek told them, his voice emotionless as normal, though his eyes showed a rare form of sadness, which scared Tziporah more, and she tightened her grip on her brother's hand.

"What is going on?" Spock asked, as he noticed Tziporah tighten her grip, though he himself remained emotionless even though it proved to be difficult.

"This is a difficult thing for us all to have to discuss, but me and your mother have been informed that one of you will be sent to Earth in order to live with your mother's sister and her family." Sarek told them.

"Why father?" Tziporah asked.

"You're both twins, and the council and I don't wish for you both to hold any influence over each other as you both grow up."

"Which one of us is being sent away?" Spock asked, gently stroking his sisters hand with his thumb.

"Tziporah will be leaving shortly, so I suggest that she goes and packs her things."

The young girl nodded, holding back tears that her eyes were threatening to spill, as she left the room and Spock went with her. When Sarek tried to intervene and stop him from following his sister, Amanda held him back.

"No let him go, let them spend their last few minutes together." She watched their children leave before she wiped away her tears.

"Their mental bond is strong, they will find each other again." Sarek promised her, as he put a hand on his wife's shoulder.

Spock and Tziporah were in their bedroom, Spock doing most of his sister's packing as she sat on the windowsill, and when he had finished, he looked at her, looking sad as he noticed his sister's tears.

"Hey, no tears Tziporah, I promise you that this won't last forever." He told her as he sat next to her.

"Promise me, that even if I don't come home, you won't forget about me." She told him, looking at him when he sat down next to her.

"Of course I promise." He told her, as he pulled her into a hug, thehug lasted for a few seconds, before Tziporah broke it, wiped her tears and then took off a necklace that she wore, holding it out to her big brother. Spock looked at the necklace as he took it, and he suddenly broke the token that hung from it into two pieces, and then proceeded to put the necklace around his sister's neck, before putting the spare token onto his own necklace which he hid under his shirt.

"I can never forget my baby sister, but now we can find each other again."

Tziporah looked down at her necklace and she smiled, before she got ready to leave. When she was ready, in her outing coat and the hood was pulled up over her head, they spent some time with their parents, and then the twin watched as a shuttle pulled up outside of the house. Sarek and the driver put Tziporah's suitcases onto the shuttle, as Tziporah said goodbye to her mother and brother, yet when it came to Sarek, all she received was a cold nod, before she put her head down and climbed into the shuttle. When she was seated and comfortable, she pulled her hood down and looked out of the window, waving goodbye to her family, as the shuttle departed. Spock waved back, and he continued to wave long after the shuttle had disappeared and his parents had gone inside.

"I will see you again Tziporah." Spock whispered. "I promise."

News came that night, Tziporah's shuttle never made it to the shuttle bay, so she didn't complete her journey to Earth, Spock's sister was gone and he was now alone with no one to share his most intimate thoughts with. He mourned her as he grew up, wondering what she would have looked like if she was still alive, but he knew that he would never know.