A Vulcan Bride
I do not own the copyrights to any of the Star Trek Shows.
Summary: Sarek has not been on Furhon in years. When a computer error sends him, and other crew members of the Enterprise, down to Furhon. He finds a hangman's noose around his neck. A native saves him by revoking an old law most of her people are not aware of. She gets him back to the other crew members and they are able to return to their ship. Sarek can't help but feel he is missing something, and that he should know her. But how? It isn't until deeply hidden memories are unlocked does he remember. And then he must make a life changing decision.
NOTE: I have went through BOTH my accounts and can not find this story which I wrote about five years ago. It was in a horrible format, and I do remember complaining about it to someone, but didn't realized anything had been done about yanking it. So, I have finally gotten around to rewriting it – in a far better format; I hope. To the die hard Star Trek fans, please don't hold any inaccuracies against me . It's been years since I've seen the show and, while I have found out the name of Sarek's third wife since I started the rewrite, I have opted to keep the name I chose instead of the one used on the episode I remember with her in it. And, yes, I know on the show she was human, but -for the sake of this storyline- she is not. Also, as to the other races on Star Trek, I know so few of them that -as far as I know- the race in this story is purely of my making.
Scene one
Entry one:
My homeland is quiet as I stand in the hills of my Furhon home. Its deep green hills and thick forest do not make a noise. Soft wind blows throughout the land and over my skin. It gives me a feeling of perfect peace and -effectively- hides the turmoil just under its surface.
Our people have lived here forever, so they seem to think. Any problems we are now having they put at the feet of the strangers from the flying ships. Truth is, we took this place from others as they took it from those before them. But, hey, what do I know? I'm an "outlaw" in an in-law world - so to speak. A twig snapping turns my head and I jump -half expecting it to be my annoying cousin, Roger. Praise be, it's only my pet cat.
Roni is actually a white-striped panther, but he's been raised in captivity and is very docile unless provoked. He saunters up to me, shakes his head as if he knows why I've come to 'that' hill again, but then continues on his way. My eyes follow him and I sigh.
This hill holds many memories for me. Some are good, others not so much. Our people are loners, we prefer to keep to ourselves as much as possible. Strangers come and then leave of their own accord. Alas, I have to confess that is not always the case; there are those who have had no choice but to flee for their lives and I do mean flee. I would love to say my people are totally innocent in seeing that it stays that way, but they are not. Many egg the attitude on - only a handful of us are willing to fight against it.
Entry two:
They said his name was Sarek. We have talked far more than people would say is safe. He speak our language surprisingly well. He is with a group who have attempted to open trade with our people. They have also done their best to help peace come to our temperamental society. Alas, they have had nothing but headache. I fear the day will come they too will need to flee for their lives. What's more, I am uneasy as to what may need to be done in order to get his group off this planet.
A knock could be heard on Erin's door as she closed her journal and shoved it back into its hiding place. Standing up, she was not eager to see who her guest was. If it was her neighbor, Sandy, or anyone of that personality type -it could be handled. However, should it be her cousin, Roger, then it would take all Erin had not to thump him into next year. But that was only because she wasn't strong enough to go for the next century. A smile jumped to her face when Colleen's voice could be heard on the other side; however, her smile instantly fled upon Erin opening the door.