As was brought to my attention, in my previous posting, The Desert Saga's Epilogue, I did marry Sarek off to a Harvard professor. However, I did introduce this story's female lead character, but forgot all about her when I did the epilogue. Oops!. So if you choose to, just forget that update and enjoy this one. :0)

When this female OC was introduced in that story, she was described as having eyes like the girl on the cover of one of a most famous National Geographic magazines covers ever published.

The 'cupid's secretaries' had thought that she might be a perfect match for Sarek and were in the midst of devising a plan for them to meet and Walla!- they meet without any help from these well-seasoned helpers.

Since one of my reviewers for another story asked for Sarek to have a little attention, I figure that this is my contribution to happiness in Sarek's life.

Sarek and Dansk

Chapter One

At first he was remiss to attend this gathering of 'The Survivors' and various females that had been selected by those who had read their biographies. It was not as if he was uncomfortable. How could that be so, as ambassador he was immersed in meetings large and small. In his time as ambassador, he had met in closed rooms with warring factions. But in view of the Vulcan mindset, not to waste anything, he was wondering if this gathering would be a waste of precious time.

As usual, at any social gathering Sarek was not seated. From his long years of diplomatic service he was aware that to be seated would limit his powers of observation and ability to secure valuable contacts. So he gracefully 'worked the room'.

Dansk had just left the beverage area and turned, her foot just grazed Sarek's and some of her beverage spilled out and fell to the floor, with just a drop or two landing on Sarek's slippered foot. She never looked up but lowered herself gracefully and attempted to wipe off the liquid from first his slipper, then the floor.

She started the conversation in Vulcan,

"I realize that there is no Vulcan equivalent to "'I am so very sorry'. But allow me to explain the dynamics that led to this point of kaiidth—what Is, Is. "

Sarek raised an eyebrow.

She continued,

"After securing liquid refreshment for myself, an misaligned step contacted your person, causing a distinct point of collision which due to the gravitational pull of this planet caused the liquid to override the perimeter of its containment and to land on the lowest surface and also to a lesser degree, your footwear."

She then looked up and Sarek's dark eyes met her most startling amber ones. Shielding himself he offered his hand and said,

"So as to not allow any possibility of a repeat of such occurrence, perhaps you will allow me to refresh your glass."

She smiled and said,

"If Vulcans were a vengeful race I could suspicion an avenue for revenge—however I know for a certainty that is not the case, so I would appreciate that service towards me."

Sarek took the cup from her hand and she arose gracefully and Sarek introduced her hand to the crook of his arm and they walked toward the beverage table.

So it appears that without the help of 'Cupid's Secretaries" Actually quite on their own, these two possibly perfectly matched persons would come to know one another.

Sarek, the consummate diplomat, most thorough of negotiators, the ultimate spokesperson looked down at the female he had invited into his private space and wondered where she was from. Her eyes were indeed riveting, her Vulcan perfect, and she already had convinced him that she could challenge him mentally.

Her head reached just below his shoulder. Her height thus was the same as His Amanda. But, her body type was different. She appeared to be more solidly build then his beloved and he wondered if that was an indication of either her species or place of origin. Her speech had been without an accent. He determined that she must be an educator of some kind, but he wondered, where, or perhaps, even on what planet?

He then surmised that she had filed an application with the group that included his daughter-in-law, who were attempting to find bondmates for 'The Survivors' and as he had determined at some time in the past that he was included in that number, this meeting was indeed convenient.

All this mental rumination had taken place as they walked toward the beverage table. He found himself forced to identify himself,

"I am Sarek of Vulcan…"

He hoped that would encourage her to identify herself and her home, instead she said,

"It is a pleasure to meet you Sarek of Vulcan even though it is not under the most perfect of circumstances, after all no one likes to be a victim of a clumsy mishap."

"I doubt that that is a normal occurrence with you

Miss…"

"No title, no such designation, just Dansk."

Seeking further information Sarek's next statement was,

"Is that a custom of where you come from?"

Not divulging any more personal information she

said,

"I guess you can say it is a saving of time, a cutting to the chase, leaving a little mystery…"

"Is this how you imagine yourself, 'A woman of mystery?"

I certainly would not be mysterious to myself, so that would have to be answered by others, perhaps by you."

Why did he have the feeling that her conversation was challenging him because her words were like riddles that seemed to make himself question his ability to communicate with her. He wondered if he should just get her drink and then excuse himself. Then came her smoky laugh.

"Ambassador, you must excuse my artfulness. I thought it would be interesting to have you a bit befuddled. I am sure that this rarely happens to you in the real world. Please excuse me if I have made you uncomfortable."

Her smile was indeed extraordinary. In fact it's brilliance reminded him of His Amanda and also his son's bondmate. As he handed her the promised drink he placed his hand over hers to prevent her departure and led her to a sofa that was presently unoccupied.

"So, you know a bit about me. For example, my job. While I know nothing about you Dansk or should I now add the Miss or is it another designation.

Her eyes laughed as she looked up at him,

"As you wish."

There she was talking in riddles again. But indeed he was desirous of the designation of Miss being able to be applied to her. It appeared it would take quite a bit of conversation to discover even a little about the female who was now seated beside him, facing him and looking at him from under hooded eyes.

"Everything you want to know about me is on file with Nyota, Christine and Rachel. I am not good at verbalizing such things. To have a little conversation perhaps you can tell me about yourself."

Sarek interjected,

"Perhaps as we walk I can take up that task."

With her nod he led her out of the door to the cool

San Francisco night.