Yes, I have been derelict in my duties in not updating "Suddenly". Real life interfered, and I have had an enormous case of writer's block. Until today, when I was inspired by yet another song.
This is set during Search for Spock and The Voyage Home, and it's from Amanda's point of view.
Chapter 1- A Vulcan Wife
There was a time, our happiness seemed never ending.
I was so sure, that where we were headed was right.
I am Vulcan. Not by biology or birth, of course, but by that all-encompassing Vulcan tie of marriage. Marriage to a Vulcan is not a simple exchange of vows ended with a simple kiss and documents filed with the Federation.
It's not something you can throw off at your leisure, and disregard because you feel you've grown apart. Truly bonded Vulcan couples don't grow apart. The bonding has no regard for the passage of time, for its very purpose is to forever draw you together. For Humans, it is truly an alien concept. But I'm not completely Human anymore. Over 50 years later, it's relationships of my birth culture that I regard as alien. Even occasionally appalled by the lackadaisical approach that Humans approach intimate relationships. I have become that Vulcan, at least in that.
You probably know who I am by reputation. Not by my own, for who could have a reputation that rivals Sarek of Vulcan? There's an easy answer for that. I have a son. Now everyone knows who he is. People only thought Sarek was a legend. Even our own late Matriarch, T'Pau, was legendary for being the only person to turn down a seat on the Federation High Council. But now both of their reputations are dwarfed by that of my son. Spock is now someone who has only one possible counterpart in Earth culture, and there's no proof of that. Even now, there are Humans who embrace the Biblical Jesus of Nazareth. But in Spock's case, when the tomb was opened, there was no doubt that it was truly empty.
I'm jumping the gun here. I have to go back, and tell my story, our story.
You saw the footage of my son standing with his shipmates before the Federation President as they faced a daunting number of charges, events that Spock had no part in. Even Sarek was proud. He would never use that word, of course. But I know the truth. It was mostly a happy ending, for nearly everyone concerned. Even Captain Kirk's demotion from Admiral was a joyous relief as he once again found himself in the Captain's chair of the new Enterprise, my son once again at his side. But as you know, the beginning of this story was far from joyous.
No one had to tell us that Spock had died. I felt it reverberate through my husband's mind at the very moment of Spock's death. Not even Vulcan control could succeed in the face of such devastation. My husband sank to his knees as he held his temples in agony. Sarek could not restrain a wrenching cry as he felt Spock's dim consciousness disappear from his mind. I don't remember anything after that until I woke up in my bedroom.