scf2 Spock & Christine, Finally!, Earth

by T'Jel

Story Two of Five. Journey from Vulcan to Earth, and what occurs there during repairs to Enterprise. After V'ger, departure from canon. Stories should be read in correct order to avoid losing one's self in the time line. Click on T'Jel for stories list.

2. Chapter 2

Spock and Christine, Finally! - Back to Earth

Chapter 2

Meeting the In-laws

They materialized on the platform in the center of town, Cedar Grove to be exact. A small farming community that was remote enough to make you think you went back in time, to the simpler life of the twenty-first century. Christine was wearing a nice, casual, outfit. Shorts, sandals, lightweight top. It was summer, after all, but still cool for Spock. He was wearing blue jeans, red plaid, flannel, long-sleeved, western shirt with pearl snaps and western boots. Christine just couldn't keep her hands off of him. Ever since he walked out of the store, she kept saying "Mine, all mine!" He blushed deep green.

They walked the two miles to her folks' home. It was 3 pm, enough time for visiting before dinner. All that the family knew was that she and Spock were married, absolutely nothing else. There was much that they were not going to be told, ever. The long, private driveway was a dirt road, thick green woods on both sides. Birds singing, the dappled sunshine. It wasn't going to get much more romantic than this. They paused for a private moment, a long private moment.

Heading up to the house now, "Are you ready? Don't worry, I'll be with you..." Christine continued to encourage her new husband. "We're here!", she shouted as they came in the front door. Their bond was something else now, she could sense every little nuance of his feelings, as he could... hers. But right now, she was the one sending feelings of comfort and security to her mate. He was definitely nervous. "Think of this as a 'first contact'."

"It is."

She gave his hand a squeeze. First to come into the foyer were her mother and father. Her father did not offer his hand, instead he held it up properly in the Tal position, as did his wife and they both said "Live long and prosper, Spock."

Taken aback, Spock returned the greeting with "Peace and long life, parents of my wife."

"Oh, Mom, Dad... how nice! Thanks!"

Her father continued. "Spock, we've heard a lot about you over the years. It really is a pleasure to meet you. You've made our daughter very happy. Be welcomed into your family."

"I am honored, Sir." Spock bowed slightly.

"Okay, none of that. Call me John, we're going to be good friends."

Next was her mother's turn. "Spock, I've been waiting a long time to say this. Welcome home Son! And it's 'Emily', okay?"

"Thank you, Emily. You are both very kind to welcome me so."

"We had a little help. Wrote to the Vulcan Embassy for advice on proper etiquette. Now, here's our other daughters, Theresa and Sharon, the twins."

"They were also a lot like their older sister, less formal. They greeted him warmly with their hands kept down and held in front as they bowed ever so slightly. "Our husbands are still at work, but they'll be here later. We've all looked forward to this day." Sharon said.

"As have we." Spock replied.

"Why don't the two of you get settled in, then join us in the kitchen." Emily offered.

As they did a little unpacking for their overnight stay, Christine explained some. "As you see, my folks are rather casual, although I swear I didn't know they were going to do the formal greeting."

"I was honored, sincerely."

"I know. They already like you, can't help it. I've been your biggest 'fan' for years."

"Fan?"

"Fan. Comes from word 'fanatic', means one who holds another in high regard, even if that person is unaware of it."

"I was aware."

"Were you now? You did a good job of hiding it the first five years."

"Am I hiding it now?" he asked as he gathered her up in his arms and kissed her, long and hard.

"Come on, lover boy. They're waiting for us in the kitchen."

"Curious. Why the kitchen and not the parlor?"

"Country home... country kitchen. The center of family activity. The main gathering place. Informal, remember?"

"Well, I'm dressed for it."

"That's why I talked you into it. Besides, those tight jeans really turn me on."

"They're not tight. I can move."

"If you say so. Let's go." He left their room first, while she enjoyed the view.

As they came into the kitchen, everyone was seated at a very large, round, wooden table. Wood chairs. Hardwood floor. Windows faced south, overlooking a back deck, yard and fields beyond. Spock could see and feel that Christine was in her true environment. Relaxed. Each person had a cup of coffee or tea in front of them. Christine and Spock joined the family. There was someone new at the table, Theresa's husband, George Webber. During introductions, Spock learned that his new 'brother-in-law' was a civilian employee for Starfleet's Research and Development Department. The man was a genius. He and Spock were kindred spirits. They conversed for a short time about very technical matters and George was delighted. Finally, someone in this family who understood him!

"We're still waiting for Sharon's husband, Bob. John's brother, Henry will be making his 'grand entrance' later." Spock couldn't help but notice a touch of distain in Emily's voice when she mentioned Henry. He sent a "?" over to Christine through the bond. She replied in same.

"Uncle Henry is my father's twin brother, but they're nothing alike. Overbearing, highly xenophobic, always waving that damn cane of his around, even though he doesn't really need it. He's always resented my father for being more successful in work and home life. His wife and children left him years ago. He lives a few doors down the road."

"His attitude is not logical." Spock replied.

"No, it is not." she said aloud.

Next in the back door came Bob. Six foot four and heavily muscled. He was a farrier and master blacksmith. The ancient trade was still needed in modern times. Wiping off his boots in the open doorway, he looked inside at the large group. "Hey! Howdy, Spock! Good ta' meet 'cha! Bob... Bob Jackson", as he held his large hand across the table.

Spock stood up and shook his hand with a firm Vulcan grip. It surprised Christine that he would do this.

"Good to meet you too, Bob."

"That's quite a grip you've got there, Spock. You'd make a good horseshoer!"

"Thank you. It is a time honored profession on my world."

"You've got horses on Vulcan?!" Bob exclaimed.

"We have our version of them, for riding and racing." Spock replied.

"Well, I'll be damned! That's great!" and he sat down with the rest. Christine just glowed. She was so happy that her new husband was fitting in so well. Terran men weren't always this lucky with 'in-laws'.

Emily spoke up next. "Men, out 'ya go! Find something to keep yourselves busy and stay out of the kitchen. The women here have dinner to get ready. Out. Out!"

Christine looked at Spock. "You're on your own now, have fun!"

Spock followed along as all the 'menfolk' headed out the back door. First it was John's turn. "Spock, you'd like a tour of the place?"

"Indeed. Yes."

George and Bob brought up the rear. Spock learned that the Chapel family owned over 100 acres of prime farmland, but almost all of it was leased to an agricultural cooperative. Corn was the crop this year, and already over their heads tall. Over one acre by the house was kept for them to raise their own food, flower garden for Emily, free range chickens, etc. He felt a sense of peace and harmony over this home. Then he noticed the fenced pasture with two small steers.

"Sorry, Spock. Terrans have been omnivores for as long as anyone knows. We raise a couple of steers each year for food. This, I know, offends you."

"I am not on my world, and must accept what is." Normally shy, the steers came up to the fence line. Spock put his hand on the forehead of one of them. "This one likes you very much, John, trusts you." He then switched his hand over to the other steer. "This one is wary of you, but trusts it's brother, here."

"Spock? How do you do that?", John asked in amazement.

"I am 'kihl'. I have the ability to communicate with higher life forms."

"Spock. I don't feel very good about this. I don't think we could consider eating them now."

"John, Vulcans are vegetarians, but we do have close 'working' relationships with various domesticated animals. In exchange for food, shelter, safety from predators, care for injury or illness, and a lifetime of companionship with their own kind, those that are willing provide products and services we can use. Unfertilized eggs, dairy products, wool, labor."

"You said 'those that are willing'. What if they're not willing?"

"They are free to go, live in the wild. It is their choice. Some return after a time, seeking the relationship with us. Vulcans care deeply for the animals, but we do not allow them to think that we 'own' them. That is a concept they cannot grasp."

"Great. Now what am I going to do with the two of you?" John said to the steers.

"Consider. You have a perfectly matched team of oxen. You may find the experience of training and using them as such to be a pleasant one."

"Oxen!" What a great idea! I'll be the envy of Cedar Grove!"

"May I have the honor of telling them?", Spock asked. John smiled and nodded his approval.

Coming back up towards the kitchen deck, Bob took over. "So, Spock. You ever did any sports in school?"

"At the academy, they had all kinds of Terran sports. I participated in martial arts of various forms, but I did not compete as others did." This was because the academy would not let him for two reasons. One, he would always win, and two, there were those who would have enjoyed seriously injuring him if they could.

"How about 'wrasslin'?"

"Are you referring to Greco-Roman wrestling? My Captain and I often practiced it for exercise."

"So, you think you can take me on, little guy?"

Spock could sense that Bob was 'kidding' with him as a means to make him feel welcome, and appreciated the effort. He pulled off his boots and rolled up his sleeves. "I accept your challenge."

John and George enjoyed watching the match. It was probably better that the women inside were unaware. When dinner was almost ready, Christine came out. John and George were still sitting on the wooden Adirondack chairs. Spock was sitting on the edge of the deck, his long legs extended out onto the lawn and leaning back on his elbows. Bob was standing near him, laughing at something that was just said.

'What's wrong with this picture?' Christine thought to herself, then realized. Spock and Bob were covered in dirt and grass stains from head to toe. Bob had a big grin on his face, Spock seemed simply content.

"What... has... happened to the two of you?! Spock! You're... you're..." she just couldn't finish.

He looked up at her and only she could see his slight smile. "We was 'wrasslin', my Wife."

"Yeah, he beat me. Two out of three. You've got a tough one there, Chrissy."

"Spock, you're with me," as she indicated 'come' with one finger, "and I'm telling Sharon on you, Bob!" Then, to Spock, "Two out of three?"

As they entered the bedroom, "I know you are not angry with me."

"Of course not, but you still have to get cleaned up for dinner. Did you have fun?"

"Immensely! Your family is wonderful, but I should have known."

"Known what?"

"Your father taught me another Terran saying. 'The apple doesn't fall far from the tree'. What do I have to wear for dinner?"

"We have our 'house robes'. Let's go Vulcan."

"That may be wise. I'm not sure if your family realizes yet that I am from another planet."

Christine laughed. "Don't worry. Uncle Henry should be showing up at any time, and he knows. Give me all those dirty clothes. I'll get them cleaned for tomorrow. You better take a shower, too. There's grass in your hair. Here's your robe, now where's mine? Oh, here!"

The Chapel home did not have a separate 'dining room', but the round kitchen table could always squeeze one more person in. While Spock and Christine were changing for dinner, Uncle Henry had made his grand entrance. He had the attitude that, somehow, he was the head of the family. John was too easy-going to make an issue of it, but the tension was there, under the surface. You could only push John just so far. A lot like his daughters too. Everyone was seated at the table when Spock and Christine came into the room. Well dressed in formal 'house robes', they were about to be seated when they met Uncle Henry.

"Oh, for gawdsakes, what've ya got there, Chrissy? A freak alien in his pajamas?"

"Calm, my Wife."

"No... I'm fine. I know how to handle him."

"Uncle Henry, nice to see you again. I would like you to meet my husband, Spock. He is from Vulcan."

"I can see where he's from, gawdsakes... couldn't you stick to your own kind?"

"Henry! That's enough!", John didn't like being embarrassed by his brother like this. Henry stayed silent, but refused to acknowledge Spock.

"What a sad, bitter person, Christine."

"Indeed." She replied.

Dinner went very well. Totally vegetarian and everything fresh from the garden. Uncle Henry kept his opinions to himself, at least through the meal, and everyone else enjoyed pleasant conversation.

It was Emily's idea to have coffee (or tea) and dessert served in the parlor. A logistical nightmare, the parlor was small and didn't have enough seats. Emily was just trying to be a good hostess. It would have been better if they'd stayed at the table. Extra kitchen chairs were brought in. Definitely cozy. The family was ushered in. John's favorite chair was next to the fireplace, but Henry quickly settled himself there. Spock led Christine to a comfortable stuffed chair on the opposite side of the fireplace. He sat down on a rustic wooden bench in front of the hearth, right next to her, but also close to Uncle Henry. Too late for Henry to move elsewhere and his distain was obvious.

Henry spoke with other family members. He liked his nieces, tolerated the rest. Christine and her sisters probably reminded him of his own two daughters who left with their mother years ago. It was never spoken of. As always, when Henry spoke, he'd wave his 'walking stick' around to accentuate his remarks. John hated that darn cane... dangerous... with its' big gnarled knot of wood at the top.

Emily came in with the dessert cart and soon everyone was balancing mugs and cake plates. Spock was able to set his mug of tea on the stone hearth behind him while he helped Christine. The family was settled in and getting comfortable. "So," Emily asked Christine, "What's new?"

Christine paused. So much they couldn't tell her. "I'm pregnant."

Three people who had mouthfuls of coffee, no longer did so. Two others dropped their plates. Christine realized what she had just done. Every head turned towards Spock, and he stared straight ahead, like a deer caught in headlights.

If Uncle Henry ever needed a reason for an emotional outburst, this would qualify. He started to struggle to get up out of his chair. Having difficulty, he was waving his cane around to help him up. "Fer gawdsakes! Ya filthy, alien freak! Couldn't wait ta get yer demon seed in her?" He finally made it out of the chair, then... Wham!

The head of the cane hit Spock directly across his left eye. The force of it threw him off balance and he fell backwards as the wooden bench tipped forward. The back of his head hit the stone hearth, knocking him unconscious. Everyone assumed that Henry did it on purpose. But the damage was done.

Christine went into 'doctor mode' and shouted to her sister to get her med kit from the bedroom. Her mother handed her a clean towel from the kitchen. Spock was bleeding from the base of his skull onto the stone hearth, his blood dripping to the floor. She scanned him carefully, then placed the folded towel under his head.

Meanwhile, John had rushed over to his brother, snatched the cane out of his hand, and broke it in half across his knee. "My, my cane!"

"No more Henry, no more! This is it! Get out and don't come back!", as he practically dragged him to the door.

"But, I'm your brother, we're family, not that freak!"

"I have no brother!" John threw him onto the porch and slammed the door shut.

The rest of the family stood in silence, twice shocked by the events before them. John quickly went back to Christine and knelt close by. "Chrissy? How is he? Can I help?"

"Uh, yes... Dad, you and Bob carry him into the bedroom. I've got to support his head. That's it, careful, okay, let's go."

They gently laid him down on the bed. Christine maintained her professional demeanor. Spock had a concussion. Monitoring intracranial pressure with her medical tricorder, she would administer the proper medication at the proper times. Concussions in Vulcans could be dangerous. He would instinctively try a healing trance and that she could not allow. She sealed the cut on the back of his head and would clean off the blood later. Taking a moment to examine his eye, the lids were already swollen and shut tight. The scanner revealed no damage to the eye, but he would have severe bruising around the orbital socket.

A quiet knock at the door. It was her mother. "How is he, Chrissy?" she whispered.

"He's going to be okay, but I have a lot of work to do. Tell everyone to go on home, no sense in waiting. I'll come out when I can to give you and Dad the details."

"Are you able to use the 'gift' on him?"

"Absolutely. He may be just fine by morning."

"Let's hope." her mother replied, and quietly backed out of the room.

On the bed, Spock was coming to. She rushed back to his side. "No moving. You have a nice concussion. I'm monitoring ICF pressure. You've got to be still."

"My eye..."

"... is okay, and the swelling will go down by morning." Sitting next to him on the bed, she took his hand and opened her 'gift'. Spock closed his good eye and sighed. She had never used her gift to this depth, this personal a level until she began doing it on a nightly basis with Spock. Her gift, offered to Spock, was like a hand in glove... a perfect match. "How do you feel now?"

"You know how I feel, my Love." No pain. Relaxed.

"Just a minute, you're due for another dose." She prepared the hypospray one-handed.

"Dose of what?"

"To keep the pressure down. This should be the last one needed."

"I'm tired... want to sleep."

"Not yet. Stay awake. Force yourself." She continued to watch her medical tricorder.

"I'm going to..."

"No, you're not... and you know why I can't allow it."

"Sorry. It's just so easy..."

"And dangerous in this case. Once the cranial pressure has stabilized, I'll be putting you out for the rest of the night. You'll feel a lot better in the morning." The sedative would prevent him from going into a healing trance.

"You know that drug upsets my stomach, and I ate dinner tonight."

"Spock, I use the 'good stuff', not what McCoy uses. I promise, no upset stomach." Christine picked up her tricorder and scanner once more, held it steady near the back of his head, then set them back down. Prepared one more hypo. "Give me a kiss. Goodnight, my Love. See you in the morning." She'd leave him just as he was for a while, until the sedative was thoroughly through his system. Later, she could finish tending to him without rousing him.

Christine came out to the kitchen where her parents were waiting at the table. They were discussing Uncle Henry. "I'm done. Finished. No more. All my life I've tolerated his attitudes. He's living in the stone age. Outworlders on Earth are here to stay, as we are on other planets too. Tonight was the last straw. Poor Spock, he's such a gentle person. Why did Henry think he deserved... Oh, Chrissy... how is he?"

"Sleeping now. I put him out for the night. That was terrible. And did you do what I think you did?"

"Yes. I'm done with him. He destroyed his own family, I will not have him destroy ours. Chrissy, your Mom and I, your sisters... 'our' family is very, very happy for you and Spock. Congratulations on the baby! We support you one hundred percent."

Hugging both her parents at the same time, "Thanks. That means a lot, especially to Spock. I'm gonna' turn in now. We'll see you 'sometime' in the morning. Good night."

Back in their room, she still had a patient to be tended to. She undid the front of his house robe and opened it. Always cold, he had a set of thermal underwear on. Those could stay. Next, roll him over to the far side of the bed and pull the robe off. Sandals too. Took another minute to get some of that dried blood out of his hair She pushed the blankets and sheets over to the center of the bed, then rolled him back over them. Now on his back again, she tucked him in with two extra blankets on top. She could 'tell' that he felt warm and comfortable.

Dressed in her lightest nightgown, she lay on top of the bedspread and cuddled close to her husband. Finding a place to slip an arm under the covers, she was able to touch him lightly with the back of her fingers. The 'gift'. She slept well, too.

Early morning sunshine poured into the room to waken Christine as it had done for many years before she left home. Strange being back in her old room again. Especially when there was a large, curled-up lump under the covers next to her. Let him sleep. Showered, dressed, got his clean clothes from the laundry room. He was still a lump. It was eight a.m. now, and she did have to check on her patient. Kneeled down by the bed and pulled the covers up slightly. In the dark recesses of his 'cave', she was greeted by one very disheveled Vulcan, with the biggest greenblack eye you ever saw. "Spock? Sp..o..c..k?"

He opened his eyes slightly. "I have a headache."

"I bet you do. You want something for it? How do you feel otherwise?"

"Not too bad. Slept well, very well. I'll deal with the headache presently."

"Do you feel like getting up? You need help?"

"I can get up. Thank you." He was still a little 'out of it', but functioning.

"When you're done in the bathroom, come back and lie down. I have to work on your eye. You'd scare my folks if I didn't. Quite a 'shiner'."

"Shiner? Do I shine?"

"Yeah, like the sun. Go on now."

By 10 am, Spock was finally 'presentable' again. Ever so slight bruising under and above his eye, but Christine's emergency medical kit wasn't designed for such fine work. The rest would be taken care of by a Healer on staff at the embassy. In the kitchen, John and Emily were, of course, at the table. "Come on in kids. Sit down. Tea, Spock?"

"Yes, thank you." Spock was starting to feel better.

"I'm sorry about last night, but it's over. It's in the past. Best to move on."

"I agree." Spock replied. At least for now, he would let the incident be forgotten.

"We couldn't be more delighted about the good news. Sincerely! Do you know if it's a boy or a girl?"

"A boy." He replied again.

John was overjoyed. "A boy! Yes! A boy! A grandson! Wonderful!"

"What's the matter Dad, been outnumbered by women for too long?" Christine smirked.

"Now you know I love all my 'girls'."

Emily brought out a bowl of fresh, cut-up fruit for Spock. Christine helped herself to cold cereal and milk. Breakfast was peaceful. Finishing his cup of tea, "Christine, would you mind if a took a walk this morning, by myself? I need to be alone."

"Of course, go right ahead. When should we be heading back 'home'?"

"Father has the last council session. We are to share evening meal and visit afterwards. He leaves for Vulcan tomorrow."

"Spock, maybe one day we could meet your folks?", John asked.

"They would be honored. Christine will let you know the next time both of them come to Earth. Please excuse me. I will return in one hour, perhaps less." Spock left.

"Are you sure he's okay?" her mother asked.

"Oh, yeah. I'd know if he wasn't."

'A few doors down the road' Christine had said. He'd try south first and if unsuccessful, then try north. Finally on a mailbox, 'H. Chapel'. He turned down the long driveway.

"What the hell are you doing here, Vulcan? Come back for more?"

"We both know it was not your intention to strike me. It was an accident."

"Not like anyone else is going to believe that."

"What others believe is irrelevant. I have come to speak to you."

"Say what ya have ta say and get out, Vulcan."

"Very well. For future reference, insults are wasted on Vulcans. We are incapable of being offended in that manner. My home world has several other species living permanently there. The same is true for Earth. How you feel about it will not change that fact. There is now a division between you and your brother. No reason is sufficient to cause this estrangement. It will only grow wider as time passes. I wasted 18 years not speaking with my father for an equally insufficient reason. Do not allow this to happen to the only family you have left. You will regret it." And with that, Spock turned and walked away.

Upon his return, Christine was sitting on the front porch. "Did you have a nice walk?"

"Yes, very pleasant."

"You went to see him."

"What makes you think that?"

"I know you." They went into the house. Christine had already packed up their belongings. Emily and John drifted back into the kitchen and the four of then sat once more at the big round table.

"I like this." Spock indicated by tapping the table with a finger. We should also have one in our kitchen."

"Spock. We don't have a kitchen. We don't have a home. We don't have jobs."

"Yes, my Wife, that is true. But we also now have many options and much time. We can even relax a little. You deserve it."

"We deserve it."

The Captain

Spock and Christine transported back to the Vulcan Embassy at two p.m., Pacific Coast time. The staff Healer checked Spock over and removed the rest of the bruising around his eye. In their 'apartment' he took a moment to check in with Jim.

"Where are you, Spock... never mind, don't tell me. Are you to okay?"

"Quite, Jim. Did our departure cause you any difficulty?"

"Nothing I couldn't handle, but Starfleet Command has a price on your head."

"Do they really?"

"No, they're just very, very angry with you. I got the word today about the grievance your father filed with the UFP council. You really caught them off-guard and they don't enjoy looking like the bad guy."

"The responsibility falls where it falls, Jim. It was necessary."

"I know that, Spock. How's Christine? She holding up?"

"Holding up what?"

"Spock!"

"Sorry. I couldn't resist. Christine is very well. We just returned from an eventful visit with her parents. They welcomed me into the family with much kindness and sincerity."

"That's great. What's next for the two of you?

"Father leaves for Vulcan tomorrow, but we will stay at our present location, and consider our options. Starfleet has thirty days to respond to the grievance. We may not make permanent decisions until that occurs. Does anyone else on the Enterprise even know that we are gone?"

"Not yet. As you know, all crew had to disembark that day. McCoy is aware of the situation and said you better take good care of Christine. He just headed off to Antares to visit his daughter Joanna for a while. Scotty is staying with the ship. Uhura and Rand want to know where their friend is. Maybe we can risk a visit?"

"We will consider it, Jim. It may be premature. Starfleet's Personnel Department may still have individuals who are capable of causing harm to come to Christine. I would not 'put it past them'." Tell Uhura and Rand that they can leave messages for Christine with the embassy, and they will make sure she receives them. That should put their minds at ease. And you?"

"I'm on leave, but can't go anywhere in case they need me at a moment's notice. Staying in my apartment. Relaxing. Got a few good books I want to get to. May try to slip away to Iowa and check the old place out, make sure it's being taken care of. Also have a lot of thinking to do, not sure about the future depending on what 'they' have in mind for us after repairs."

"We will 'stay in touch'. Remember that, my friend."

"I know Spock, I know. Tell Christine I said 'Hi'." Kirk out.

The couple spent the afternoon in their apartment. Finished unpacking. Once Christine saw her knick-knacks displayed in the living area, she felt more at home. Spock set up his incense burner in the bedroom, and he felt more at home.

"Spock, I'm still not used to the idea. We are no longer 'Starfleet'."

"That is very true, but we are still Christine and Spock, are we not? Leaving has not changed us as persons. I have enjoyed entertaining various options for us in my mind. I have never been happier, nor more content, in my entire life. Do you have regrets?"

"No, never! Can you imagine me at a post in Antarctica? I looked into it. The position was real, no one wants it. So that weasel, Mr. Perry was ready to shanghai me there. I hope they throw the book at him."

"A book, and much more, I am sure. Everything appears to be completed here. We have three more hours before Father returns from the final council session. Do you wish to rest?"

Christine walked into the bedroom. "I'll rest later, when we're done."

"Done with what? Oh... I'm coming."

Evening Meal and After

Walking down the hallways and stairs in the traditional two-finger embrace, Spock and Christine were wearing 'semi-formal', yet comfortable Vulcan attire. Staff members bowed slightly as they passed. Christine knew that as the son of the ambassador, Spock had a responsibility to uphold a certain standard of decorum. She still preferred the blue-jeans. Sarek greeted them at the entrance to his private quarters. As before, dinner was served and eaten in silence. Then, the parlor.

"Did you have a pleasant visit with Christine's family, my Son?"

"It was most eventful, and they welcomed me into their family with much sincerity."

"And my Daughter, is that how it really occurred?"

"Father, you do not believe me?"

"We all see things from a different perspective. Now I want to hear from your Wife. Christine... please continue."

Did she see an 'ever so slight smile'? No, it must be the lighting in here. "Sarek, your son surprised me. The Chapel clan is what you might refer to as an 'eclectic mix'. Spock adapted himself to each unique personality he met. He'd make a good diplomat. My family truly loves him as a human family should."

"Perhaps, when both Amanda and I are here, we may be able to meet you family."

"That is their wish, also." Spock replied.

"Now, Christine... what does your family know, that I don't?"

Sarek talking in riddles? Must be my imagination. "That Spock got a concussion while we were there?"

"No..." Sarek was patiently waiting.

"Christine." Spock interrupted, "Father, forgive us. An unacceptable oversight. We await the birth of our first child, a son."

"I already knew from the first moment you came to the embassy. I wasn't sure if you were going to tell me at all."

"Father, I do not understand. How can one sense a katra so young, without touch? I am unable to do this."

"Time and experience brings ability. Now allow me to express my joy at the belated news. Will you tell your mother, or should I?"

"Allow Christine to inform Mother. The two of them have already formed a strong bond of friendship. It will be interesting, when we visit Vulcan, to have two human women in the house."

"Indeed! Now, I must inform you of my activities with the council. There is much interest in the details of the grievance by other council members. They feel if Starfleet treats their own people like this, what are they willing to do to 'outworlders'. I have already heard the rumors that it is you, Spock, who is creating this new strain in the relationship with Starfleet. It is also said that my participation is nepotism."

"They are wrong." was Spock's simple but accurate response.

"Now we wait the twenty nine days remaining for their official response. How they respond will determine my return to Earth. A vote will be taken by the council via subspace. If accepted, I will have no reason to return at that time. If unacceptable... well, we shall see."

Star Lighthouse State Park

The next morning was one of those absolutely, gorgeous days without the typical San Francisco fog. Christine woke up and Spock wasn't there. 'Yeah, so what else is new.' she thought to herself. He couldn't help it if he was an 'early bird'. She'd have to mention that a note might be nice. Walking into the small kitchen, on the table was a note. "Back soon, Spock." She'd have to mention that a more specific note might be nice. Finishing her breakfast, Spoke strolled in. Strolled?

"Alright, what have you been up to?" Spock just gave her a straight Vulcan face. "And you can put that away, too". He then smiled.

"We now own an aircar."

"Spock! That's great! Where is it? Can I drive?"

"Once I am convinced that you are able to safely pilot this craft, you may use it whenever you desire. However, when we are together, I would prefer to 'drive'. As to where it is, look out that window. Down in the parking lot, the only vehicle she didn't remember seeing before was a brand new, very large, most expensive model in the market, a Fordcor convertible. Solid, shiny black.

"Oh... my..., you didn't? You did! Spock, what were you thinking?"

"That I liked it?"

"Do you have any idea what something like that costs?"

"Christine, consider your question. I know exactly what it cost."

"This, this is... let's go for a ride!"

"With you in your nightgown?"

"I'm changing! I'm changing right now, see! Oh... my... god!!!"

They followed the coastline south. Spock already knew how fast and how high his aircar could go, but he was sure that would frighten Christine. She loved aircars. Her parents never owned one and she could never justify the cost for herself. With the roof down, he kept the speed and altitude where she could enjoy the views. Christine knew California well. They stopped for something to eat in Los Angeles. Spock wasn't hungry but took it in stride that his wife would probably always be hungry.

Still early afternoon, they were heading back up towards San Francisco. "Spock? Remember that favorite place in my memory? Would you like to see it for real?"

"Definitely!"

"Slow down when you see an old lighthouse, it'll be coming up soon. We're going to have to go a little lower and a little slower. There! See it up ahead? Now directly below us is Star Lighthouse State Park. There's the southern entrance, we don't want that one. Up there, the northern entrance. See the parking lot? Land in there."

There's something about the air at the coast... it's energized! It makes you feel the same way. Sunshine, gentle breeze coming off the water. Invigorating! That's how Christine felt. Spock hadn't even finished the 'shut down' sequence and she was already out and dancing around on the adjacent lawn. He drew the logical assumption that she was very happy to be here. The parking area was about fifty feet above sea level and surrounded by a well-manicured lawn. A weathered but sturdy, wood rail fence entwined with wild roses bordered the area for the safety of park guests.

Two well-marked gates in the fence indicated where they could use wide, constructed trails with steps and railings to walk down to the shore. Narrow and rocky, the coastline had tidal pools and farther into the water, large rock outcroppings where sea lions hauled out.

'Pleasant, very pleasant.' Spock thought to himself. 'A little cold though.' He went back for a jacket. Christine ran up to him, spun him around with a quick kiss, then ran off in the opposite direction.

The north border of the parking area was also lined with the same fencing, except for the small gap in the rose bushes. Christine slipped through the gap like Alice in Wonderland, and vanished. Spock quickly sent "Wait for me!", through their bond. She could tell from the tone of his 'thought' that she'd better wait. He reached the gap and saw his wife on a rock ledge just two feet below. He made his way through the gap and stepped down. There was no trail here, just rocky outcroppings and tree-sized driftwood. "Where is it you wish to go?" She pointed down. Fifty feet to their destination, straight down. "You will follow me."

Christine then realized that her actions were probably upsetting him greatly. If she didn't allow him to watch over her, it wouldn't be fair to the person he was. Vulcan males were very protective of their mates. She conceded with a smile.

The way he chose was not really dangerous. Each time he stepped down to a lower level, he'd turn back and extend his hand to her. It didn't matter to him that she had obviously done this many time before, alone. Christine finally concluded having Spock as her constant protector was very nice.

"Christine, I feel I must point out to you that this probably is not part of the state park. We are more likely to be on private property."

"You think so? That might explain why I've always been here alone. Turn around now, look familiar?"

"Indeed! You have an excellent memory."

She wrapped her arms tightly around him and whispered in his ear. "And just think... we're not in 'that room' this time. His answer was to return the hug, plus a very passionate kiss. They found a large flat rock up against the cliff face and settled there. The rocks were warm and it felt good to Spock. They both leaned back and basked in the sunshine for a long while, no talking.

Restless Spock began to survey this new environment from their location. Facing the water, to his right there was something behind vines and brush... a gap in the cliff face and what else? Never able to resist his own curiosity, he tried to quietly slip off the rock unnoticed. It didn't work.

"Where ya' going?"

"There is something over here I did not see in your memory. You may have not noticed it before. Look."

Christine slid off the rock and joined him. He parted the thick, hanging ivy with one arm and there it was. A deep gap in the rocks, with a closed iron gate. Rock steps could been seen rising up into darkness. "Oh, now! This is a true mystery! I feel like Nancy Drew."

"Who?"

"The heroine in a series of children's books, ancient, from the 1900's."

"A mystery, yes. I have yet to see any signs indicating that we are trespassing. Until that point, shall we investigate?" The decorative,wrought iron gate was latched, but not locked. Spock, again, led the way. Totally necessary this time. It was very dark in there. Besides, he didn't seem to mind the spider webs in his face, amongst other 'creepy-crawlies'. He needed both hands to clear brush and debris, so Christine just held onto the back of his belt. Spock counted seventy-five steps by the time they reached what appeared to be a level clearing. Directly in front of them, above the treeline, stood the 'Star Lighthouse', so named because of the large, red star painted on a while background. Now he had his bearings again.

The 'clearing' was at least a half acre of heavily overgrown grass. Still facing east towards the lighthouse and public surface road, he continued to survey his new surroundings. He felt like he was on an 'away mission', but that was a lifetime ago. The clearing dropped out of view to the left. But to the right, amongst large pine trees, was a house!

A rather old house, but not dilapidated in any way. It had a hand-built stone foundation and an architectural design he did not recognize. Could be at least three hundred years old, maybe more.

Looking back for Christine, she was on her knees checking out some flora. Hearing sounds coming from the house, he called her. "My Wife, attend." That tone meant possible danger. She jumped up and stood close behind him.

A woman on the porch had just backed out of the front door and was locking it. She was dressed in a business suit with skirt. Looked very professional. Christine came out from hiding. Turning around now, the woman was very surprised to see other people, let alone a Vulcan in blue jeans.

"Hi there! And where did you folks come from?"

"Up the stairs from the cove. Forgive us if we are trespassing." Spock said.

"No problem... you say you came up the steps? Is that possible?"

"We are here."

"Yes, of course you are. My name is Frances, Frances Parker, I'm agent for this property. Here is my card." Spock took the card, read it, then passed it to Christine who was now brushing the dirt off her knees.

"A land sales agent?" Spock inquired.

"Yes. I can't believe I can finally put this one on the market. It's been empty for three years since the owners passed away. Nice, elderly couple. Their four grown children each have families of their own, and each lives on a different planet, would you believe! Took all this time to decide amongst themselves to let it go. Such a shame in some respects... family all gone."

"Allow us to introduce ourselves. I am Spock and this is my wife, Christine."

"Pleased to meet you both. You must have come from the park next door?"

"Yes. I am curious. Where are the property lines?" Christine wondered what he was up to.

"Well, the road to the east, the ocean to the west, the park boundary to the south, and then there's the cliff to the north."

"The cliff?" Christine asked.

"Yes, you must see it. Come but be careful." Frances led them to about twenty feet from the edge. That was as far as she was willing to go. Where the lawn stopped, there was a drop straight down, about one hundred feet to a narrow beachfront that stretched northward.

"The cliff itself is owned by the state, as is the beachfront below. There is no real access to it unless you use a small boat, but that is dangerous too. You'll often see sea lions hauled out, sunning themselves. It's not a breeding area."

"Fascinating! Exactly where is the park boundary?" Christine wondered some more about Spock's questions.

"A straight line, east-west, from the road to the water. There is a fence along the parking area there."

"So the small cove north of the park is part of this property?"

"Yes." Now Christine was getting worried. "Would you like to see the house?"

"We would." Spock answered.

"We would?", Christine asked through the bond.

"Yes, we would."

Frances unlocked the door and led them inside. She started to give a detailed description, but Spock held up his hand, effectively stopping her. "Please." was all he said. Heading off in his own direction, he walked slowly and silently. Christine decided to copy him and headed off in her own direction.

The house was still furnished. Frances found a chair near the door and made herself comfortable. Christine had no interest in the cellar, but Spock did. He was down there quite a while. They both were upstairs at the same time and discovered the master bedroom suite, complete with a private, covered deck. Pine trees overhead and a clearing where you could see the ocean. Still, not a word spoken between them. Their bond was fully open, but no 'verbal' communication. Forty minutes later, they returned to Frances.

"How much?" Spock asked.

"Spock, you're serious, aren't you?

"Yes."

"Well, I'm required by law to inform you of a few 'encumbrances. First. The lighthouse is actually on this property. A local historical society has a permanent lease written into the deed. The lighthouse is functional and the public has access to it from the road. They are not allowed inside, but the property owner is. Suitable fencing separates the two areas.

"Acceptable." Spock replied.

"Then there's the bunker."

"Bunker?" Spock and Christine said in unison.

"Yes. This is hard to explain. It was built during the Eugenics War, but never used. Solid concrete inside with an open area facing the ocean. You didn't see it on the way up?"

"No, we did not, but if you don't mind, I would like to see it now. Christine, please stay here with Frances. I won't be long." Spock headed back down the stone steps.

The two ladies made themselves comfortable on the front porch and found some common interests during their conversation. Fifteen minutes later, sounds were now coming from the cellar. They went back into the house and opened the cellar door. There was Spock. Big smile and filthy dirty. The two of them looked at him in complete shock.

"How much?" he asked again.

"I haven't even put it on the market yet. The family said it had to be sold 'as is'. There are no liens on the land, it's 'free and clear'. They said to 'get rid of it', for 30,000 credits."

"One moment please. I must discuss this with Christine." They walked off a ways.

"Spock. Come here. Brush that dirt off of you."

"What do you think?"

"Rather, what are you thinking?"

"I want it. I really do. What about you? We need a home."

"This is so sudden. But..."

"I want to give your cove to you... forever yours."

"Spock, 30,000 credits for a nice memory?"

"Perhaps this is a good time to explain something. Thirty thousand, or three hundred thousand, or three million... it is completely irrelevant. I am sole heir to my father's line. We have no financial concerns to keep us up at night. We don't even have to 'find jobs' my Love. Any 'work' we choose to do in the future will be for the benefit of society and to fulfill our hopes and desires, or to challenge us intellectually. As I said before, time for you to relax a little. So, is this our new home?"

"Yes, oh yes..." She hugged him with all her strength, which made him smile. When she finally let go, they returned to Frances.

"We'll take it." Spock told her.

"I am very happy for both of you. My aircar is at the park too. Let's walk over and I'll show you another path on your property. Very convenient for going over to the park to use the public transporter station. You can follow me to my office and we'll complete the transaction. They say 'timing is everything'. Two minutes later and we would have never met."

Starlight House

Spock and Christine continued to stay at the embassy for the following two weeks, traveling each day to their new home. Christine named it, and called it a 'play on words'. He agreed it was a fitting name.

The repairs to the Enterprise were nothing compared to the tasks before them. Without a ship's crew under his authority, Spock had to hire contractors to do the work. As before, he and Christine worked so well together, from making major decisions to effecting the smallest repairs. What Spock had said before was not true. They both now had full-time jobs, just non-paying jobs. First things first. The home had to be ready in time for the birth of their child.

Spock 'borrowed' Scotty for a few days. Between the two of them, they designed and installed an impressive, custom-made force field around the property. It would serve various functions, from general security, prevention of unauthorized vessels or vehicles from landing, and most important, the safety of all persons.

Landscapers installed wood rail fencing along the cliff edge, complete with wild roses. It was an attractive facade for the force field. The 'gap' in the park fence was also closed off so no one would accidentally jump right into the force field. Additional fencing lined the edge of the escarpment to the east of the cove. The only way to get there now would be by the stairs. Non-native vegetation was removed from the all the cliff faces, the large clearing became a manicured lawn.

Although the house itself was over three hundred years old, the previous owners had updated and maintained all utilities and other systems throughout. This was a real bonus. There was little that needed to be done. Spock, however, took things a few steps further and added some custom innovations of his own. His own childhood home was well over two thousand Terean years old. Nothing wrong with an older home. Age gave it character.

A small bedroom next to the master suite became Christine's secret project. Not even Spock was allowed in. He had a good idea of what she was doing, anyway. He enjoyed the thought that she was 'nest building'.

Friends. Finally they could have friends come visit, except everyone insisted on helping out while there. McCoy had not returned from Antares yet, but Jim came over several times on his own. Nyota and Janice were happy to be with their friend again, not that they weren't also very fond of Spock too. After all, Christine was so happy, so content, so loved. Spock was surprised that Christine did not want her family to come by. She said that would be at the 'housewarming', whatever that was.

The last two weeks they stayed at the embassy also gave them the opportunity to purchase all the necessary items for actually living in the home permanently. It was convenient to have things shipped directly to the new location. No more storage containers. The first night, when they made the final transition, was memorable in more ways than one. A lot left to do, but they were home. Finally home.

Starfleet's Response to the Grievance

It was Kirk who informed them of the fact that Starfleet had filed it's response to the UFP formal grievance. Oh, yes... the grievance.

The following text is a summary of the complete document.

'Starfleet regulations have always stated that a pregnant woman was restricted to land-based assignments. There was nothing in the regulations that addressed any consideration for the father of the child. Couples had few choices. Career officers had to agree to the separation, or resign their commissions. Very few couples managed to find a suitable land assignment for both of them. Families were broken up with no regard to the stresses it caused.'

'Statistics were presented to show that there was a ninety percent divorce rate amongst Starleet personnel in space assignments. It also showed that of the children involved, once old enough to consider following in their parents' footsteps, only three percent applied to Starfleet Academy. Whatever the decision, it was left to the couple or individual. It had to be made before the woman could no longer perform her regular duties, and allow time for a replacement to be found.'

'The formal UFP grievance presented by Ambassador Sarek only addressed the treatment of the Terran, female Starfleet personnel who, finding themselves pregnant, received immediate 'mandatory transfers' to land-based assignments within the last three and a half years.'

'In these situations, it has been determined that the mandatory transfer was one step away from a jail sentence. It is a little known and less used regulation under "other reasons for transfer" that included Starfleet personnel (a) of having been convicted of a felony, (b) with a terminal disease or other incurable medical and / or psychological condition, and (c) 'pregnant women'. To our knowledge, up until just over three years ago, section (c) was never used.'

'Based on the statistics provided from Starfleet records, these transfers were delivered only to the individual identified, not to their Captain or commanding officer, who would be notified much later. Upon arrival to their next port of call, the woman was escorted by Starfleet Personnel Department officers who appeared more like a police escort. Transport to their new assignment was immediate. They were informed that the transfer could not be appealed, and requests for another transfer had a one year moratorium. Neither of these statements are part of Starfleet regulations.'

'In response to the UFP grievance, an official Starfleet investigation has revealed that certain staff members in the Personnel and Medical Records Departments had a profitable scheme for what was once called "head-hunting", or finding people to accept job positions that were difficult to fill. The victims were the ones least able to defend themselves. Those accused are now being prosecuted.'

'Efforts are also being made to contact every woman who was affected by this conspiracy, to aid them in any way possible to put their lives back together. This includes finding the fathers of the children.'

'By the testimony of the guilty parties, Starfleet was never officially aware of this wrong-doing, but will be responsible to correct the situation.'

'Signed Admiral Komak, Starfleet Command'

UFP Council Decision

'The UFP council unanimously accepts Starfleet's response to the grievance. The subject is closed.'

Christine was surprised. The three of them enjoyed pleasant conversation for the next three hours. Spock and his father seemed more like 'equals' now. She liked Sarek. He was different, but she could also see the father in the son. If Spock had been born full Vulcan, he would indeed be just like his father. But if he had, she wouldn't be sitting here right now either. Christine liked things just the way they were.

Bidding goodnight was also bidding farewell. Sarek would leave in the morning.

Star Lighthouse State Park

The next morning was one of those absolutely, gorgeous days without the typical San Francisco fog. Christine woke up and Spock wasn't there. 'Yeah, so what else is new.' she thought to herself. He couldn't help it if he was an 'early bird'. She'd have to mention that a note might be nice. Walking into the small kitchen, on the table was a note. "Back soon, Spock." She'd have to mention that a more specific note might be nice. Finishing her breakfast, Spoke strolled in. Strolled?

"Alright, what have you been up to?" Spock just gave her a straight Vulcan face. "And you can put that away, too". He then smiled.

"We now own an aircar."

"Spock! That's great! Where is it? Can I drive?"

"Once I am convinced that you are able to safely pilot this craft, you may use it whenever you desire. However, when we are together, I would prefer to 'drive'. As to where it is, look out that window. Down in the parking lot, the only vehicle she didn't remember seeing before was a brand new, very large, most expensive model in the market, a Fordcor convertible. Solid, shiny black.

"Oh... my..., you didn't? You did! Spock, what were you thinking?"

"That I liked it?"

"Do you have any idea what something like that costs?"

"Christine, consider your question. I know exactly what it cost."

"This, this is... let's go for a ride!"

"With you in your nightgown?"

"I'm changing! I'm changing right now, see! Oh... my... god!!!"

They followed the coastline south. Spock already knew how fast and how high his aircar could go, but he was sure that would frighten Christine. She loved aircars. Her parents never owned one and she could never justify the cost for herself. With the roof down, he kept the speed and altitude where she could enjoy the views. Christine knew California well. They stopped for something to eat in Los Angeles. Spock wasn't hungry but took it in stride that his wife would probably always be hungry.

Still early afternoon, they were heading back up towards San Francisco. "Spock? Remember that favorite place in my memory? Would you like to see it for real?"

"Definitely!"

"Slow down when you see an old lighthouse, it'll be coming up soon. We're going to have to go a little lower and a little slower. There! See it up ahead? Now directly below us is Star Lighthouse State Park. There's the southern entrance, we don't want that one. Up there, the northern entrance. See the parking lot? Land in there."

There's something about the air at the coast... it's energized! It makes you feel the same way. Sunshine, gentle breeze coming off the water. Invigorating! That's how Christine felt. Spock hadn't even finished the 'shut down' sequence and she was already out and dancing around on the adjacent lawn. He drew the logical assumption that she was very happy to be here. The parking area was about fifty feet above sea level and surrounded by a well-manicured lawn. A weathered but sturdy, wood rail fence entwined with wild roses bordered the area for the safety of park guests.

Two well-marked gates in the fence indicated where they could use wide, constructed trails with steps and railings to walk down to the shore. Narrow and rocky, the coastline had tidal pools and farther into the water, large rock outcroppings where sea lions hauled out.

'Pleasant, very pleasant.' Spock thought to himself. 'A little cold though.' He went back for a jacket. Christine ran up to him, spun him around with a quick kiss, then ran off in the opposite direction.

The north border of the parking area was also lined with the same fencing, except for the small gap in the rose bushes. Christine slipped through the gap like Alice in Wonderland, and vanished. Spock quickly sent "Wait for me!", through their bond. She could tell from the tone of his 'thought' that she'd better wait. He reached the gap and saw his wife on a rock ledge just two feet below. He made his way through the gap and stepped down. There was no trail here, just rocky outcroppings and tree-sized driftwood. "Where is it you wish to go?" She pointed down. Fifty feet to their destination, straight down. "You will follow me."

Christine then realized that her actions were probably upsetting him greatly. If she didn't allow him to watch over her, it wouldn't be fair to the person he was. Vulcan males were very protective of their mates. She conceded with a smile.

The way he chose was not really dangerous. Each time he stepped down to a lower level, he'd turn back and extend his hand to her. It didn't matter to him that she had obviously done this many time before, alone. Christine finally concluded having Spock as her constant protector was very nice.

"Christine, I feel I must point out to you that this probably is not part of the state park. We are more likely to be on private property."

"You think so? That might explain why I've always been here alone. Turn around now, look familiar?"

"Indeed! You have an excellent memory."

She wrapped her arms tightly around him and whispered in his ear. "And just think... we're not in 'that room' this time. His answer was to return the hug, plus a very passionate kiss. They found a large flat rock up against the cliff face and settled there. The rocks were warm and it felt good to Spock. They both leaned back and basked in the sunshine for a long while, no talking.

Restless Spock began to survey this new environment from their location. Facing the water, to his right there was something behind vines and brush... a gap in the cliff face and what else? Never able to resist his own curiosity, he tried to quietly slip off the rock unnoticed. It didn't work.

"Where ya' going?"

"There is something over here I did not see in your memory. You may have not noticed it before. Look."

Christine slid off the rock and joined him. He parted the thick, hanging ivy with one arm and there it was. A deep gap in the rocks, with a closed iron gate. Rock steps could been seen rising up into darkness. "Oh, now! This is a true mystery! I feel like Nancy Drew."

"Who?"

"The heroine in a series of children's books, ancient, from the 1900's."

"A mystery, yes. I have yet to see any signs indicating that we are trespassing. Until that point, shall we investigate?" The decorative,wrought iron gate was latched, but not locked. Spock, again, led the way. Totally necessary this time. It was very dark in there. Besides, he didn't seem to mind the spider webs in his face, amongst other 'creepy-crawlies'. He needed both hands to clear brush and debris, so Christine just held onto the back of his belt. Spock counted seventy-five steps by the time they reached what appeared to be a level clearing. Directly in front of them, above the treeline, stood the 'Star Lighthouse', so named because of the large, red star painted on a while background. Now he had his bearings again.

The 'clearing' was at least a half acre of heavily overgrown grass. Still facing east towards the lighthouse and public surface road, he continued to survey his new surroundings. He felt like he was on an 'away mission', but that was a lifetime ago. The clearing dropped out of view to the left. But to the right, amongst large pine trees, was a house!

A rather old house, but not dilapidated in any way. It had a hand-built stone foundation and an architectural design he did not recognize. Could be at least three hundred years old, maybe more.

Looking back for Christine, she was on her knees checking out some flora. Hearing sounds coming from the house, he called her. "My Wife, attend." That tone meant possible danger. She jumped up and stood close behind him.

A woman on the porch had just backed out of the front door and was locking it. She was dressed in a business suit with skirt. Looked very professional. Christine came out from hiding. Turning around now, the woman was very surprised to see other people, let alone a Vulcan in blue jeans.

"Hi there! And where did you folks come from?"

"Up the stairs from the cove. Forgive us if we are trespassing." Spock said.

"No problem... you say you came up the steps? Is that possible?"

"We are here."

"Yes, of course you are. My name is Frances, Frances Parker, I'm agent for this property. Here is my card." Spock took the card, read it, then passed it to Christine who was now brushing the dirt off her knees.

"A land sales agent?" Spock inquired.

"Yes. I can't believe I can finally put this one on the market. It's been empty for three years since the owners passed away. Nice, elderly couple. Their four grown children each have families of their own, and each lives on a different planet, would you believe! Took all this time to decide amongst themselves to let it go. Such a shame in some respects... family all gone."

"Allow us to introduce ourselves. I am Spock and this is my wife, Christine."

"Pleased to meet you both. You must have come from the park next door?"

"Yes. I am curious. Where are the property lines?" Christine wondered what he was up to.

"Well, the road to the east, the ocean to the west, the park boundary to the south, and then there's the cliff to the north."

"The cliff?" Christine asked.

"Yes, you must see it. Come but be careful." Frances led them to about twenty feet from the edge. That was as far as she was willing to go. Where the lawn stopped, there was a drop straight down, about one hundred feet to a narrow beachfront that stretched northward.

"The cliff itself is owned by the state, as is the beachfront below. There is no real access to it unless you use a small boat, but that is dangerous too. You'll often see sea lions hauled out, sunning themselves. It's not a breeding area."

"Fascinating! Exactly where is the park boundary?" Christine wondered some more about Spock's questions.

"A straight line, east-west, from the road to the water. There is a fence along the parking area there."

"So the small cove north of the park is part of this property?"

"Yes." Now Christine was getting worried. "Would you like to see the house?"

"We would." Spock answered.

"We would?", Christine asked through the bond.

"Yes, we would."

Frances unlocked the door and led them inside. She started to give a detailed description, but Spock held up his hand, effectively stopping her. "Please." was all he said. Heading off in his own direction, he walked slowly and silently. Christine decided to copy him and headed off in her own direction.

The house was still furnished. Frances found a chair near the door and made herself comfortable. Christine had no interest in the cellar, but Spock did. He was down there quite a while. They both were upstairs at the same time and discovered the master bedroom suite, complete with a private, covered deck. Pine trees overhead and a clearing where you could see the ocean. Still, not a word spoken between them. Their bond was fully open, but no 'verbal' communication. Forty minutes later, they returned to Frances.

"How much?" Spock asked.

"Spock, you're serious, aren't you?

"Yes."

"Well, I'm required by law to inform you of a few 'encumbrances. First. The lighthouse is actually on this property. A local historical society has a permanent lease written into the deed. The lighthouse is functional and the public has access to it from the road. They are not allowed inside, but the property owner is. Suitable fencing separates the two areas.

"Acceptable." Spock replied.

"Then there's the bunker."

"Bunker?" Spock and Christine said in unison.

"Yes. This is hard to explain. It was built during the Eugenics War, but never used. Solid concrete inside with an open area facing the ocean. You didn't see it on the way up?"

"No, we did not, but if you don't mind, I would like to see it now. Christine, please stay here with Frances. I won't be long." Spock headed back down the stone steps.

The two ladies made themselves comfortable on the front porch and found some common interests during their conversation. Fifteen minutes later, sounds were now coming from the cellar. They went back into the house and opened the cellar door. There was Spock. Big smile and filthy dirty. The two of them looked at him in complete shock.

"How much?" he asked again.

"I haven't even put it on the market yet. The family said it had to be sold 'as is'. There are no liens on the land, it's 'free and clear'. They said to 'get rid of it', for 30,000 credits."

"One moment please. I must discuss this with Christine." They walked off a ways.

"Spock. Come here. Brush that dirt off of you."

"What do you think?"

"Rather, what are you thinking?"

"I want it. I really do. What about you? We need a home."

"This is so sudden. But..."

"I want to give your cove to you... forever yours."

"Spock, 30,000 credits for a nice memory?"

"Perhaps this is a good time to explain something. Thirty thousand, or three hundred thousand, or three million... it is completely irrelevant. I am sole heir to my father's line. We have no financial concerns to keep us up at night. We don't even have to 'find jobs' my Love. Any 'work' we choose to do in the future will be for the benefit of society and to fulfill our hopes and desires, or to challenge us intellectually. As I said before, time for you to relax a little. So, is this our new home?"

"Yes, oh yes..." She hugged him with all her strength, which made him smile. When she finally let go, they returned to Frances.

"We'll take it." Spock told her.

"I am very happy for both of you. My aircar is at the park too. Let's walk over and I'll show you another path on your property. Very convenient for going over to the park to use the public transporter station. You can follow me to my office and we'll complete the transaction. They say 'timing is everything'. Two minutes later and we would have never met."

Starlight House

Spock and Christine continued to stay at the embassy for the following two weeks, traveling each day to their new home. Christine named it, and called it a 'play on words'. He agreed it was a fitting name.

The repairs to the Enterprise were nothing compared to the tasks before them. Without a ship's crew under his authority, Spock had to hire contractors to do the work. As before, he and Christine worked so well together, from making major decisions to effecting the smallest repairs. What Spock had said before was not true. They both now had full-time jobs, just non-paying jobs. First things first. The home had to be ready in time for the birth of their child.

Spock 'borrowed' Scotty for a few days. Between the two of them, they designed and installed an impressive, custom-made force field around the property. It would serve various functions, from general security, prevention of unauthorized vessels or vehicles from landing, and most important, the safety of all persons.

Landscapers installed wood rail fencing along the cliff edge, complete with wild roses. It was an attractive facade for the force field. The 'gap' in the park fence was also closed off so no one would accidentally jump right into the force field. Additional fencing lined the edge of the escarpment to the east of the cove. The only way to get there now would be by the stairs. Non-native vegetation was removed from the all the cliff faces, the large clearing became a manicured lawn.

Although the house itself was over three hundred years old, the previous owners had updated and maintained all utilities and other systems throughout. This was a real bonus. There was little that needed to be done. Spock, however, took things a few steps further and added some custom innovations of his own. His own childhood home was well over two thousand Terean years old. Nothing wrong with an older home. Age gave it character.

A small bedroom next to the master suite became Christine's secret project. Not even Spock was allowed in. He had a good idea of what she was doing, anyway. He enjoyed the thought that she was 'nest building'.

Friends. Finally they could have friends come visit, except everyone insisted on helping out while there. McCoy had not returned from Antares yet, but Jim came over several times on his own. Nyota and Janice were happy to be with their friend again, not that they weren't also very fond of Spock too. After all, Christine was so happy, so content, so loved. Spock was surprised that Christine did not want her family to come by. She said that would be at the 'housewarming', whatever that was.

The last two weeks they stayed at the embassy also gave them the opportunity to purchase all the necessary items for actually living in the home permanently. It was convenient to have things shipped directly to the new location. No more storage containers. The first night, when they made the final transition, was memorable in more ways than one. A lot left to do, but they were home. Finally home.

Starfleet's Response to the Grievance

It was Kirk who informed them of the fact that Starfleet had filed it's response to the UFP formal grievance. Oh, yes... the grievance.

The following text is a summary of the complete document.

'Starfleet regulations have always stated that a pregnant woman was restricted to land-based assignments. There was nothing in the regulations that addressed any consideration for the father of the child. Couples had few choices. Career officers had to agree to the separation, or resign their commissions. Very few couples managed to find a suitable land assignment for both of them. Families were broken up with no regard to the stresses it caused.'

'Statistics were presented to show that there was a ninety percent divorce rate amongst Starleet personnel in space assignments. It also showed that of the children involved, once old enough to consider following in their parents' footsteps, only three percent applied to Starfleet Academy. Whatever the decision, it was left to the couple or individual. It had to be made before the woman could no longer perform her regular duties, and allow time for a replacement to be found.'

'The formal UFP grievance presented by Ambassador Sarek only addressed the treatment of the Terran, female Starfleet personnel who, finding themselves pregnant, received immediate 'mandatory transfers' to land-based assignments within the last three and a half years.'

'In these situations, it has been determined that the mandatory transfer was one step away from a jail sentence. It is a little known and less used regulation under "other reasons for transfer" that included Starfleet personnel (a) of having been convicted of a felony, (b) with a terminal disease or other incurable medical and / or psychological condition, and (c) 'pregnant women'. To our knowledge, up until just over three years ago, section (c) was never used.'

'Based on the statistics provided from Starfleet records, these transfers were delivered only to the individual identified, not to their Captain or commanding officer, who would be notified much later. Upon arrival to their next port of call, the woman was escorted by Starfleet Personnel Department officers who appeared more like a police escort. Transport to their new assignment was immediate. They were informed that the transfer could not be appealed, and requests for another transfer had a one year moratorium. Neither of these statements are part of Starfleet regulations.'

'In response to the UFP grievance, an official Starfleet investigation has revealed that certain staff members in the Personnel and Medical Records Departments had a profitable scheme for what was once called "head-hunting", or finding people to accept job positions that were difficult to fill. The victims were the ones least able to defend themselves. Those accused are now being prosecuted.'

'Efforts are also being made to contact every woman who was affected by this conspiracy, to aid them in any way possible to put their lives back together. This includes finding the fathers of the children.'

'By the testimony of the guilty parties, Starfleet was never officially aware of this wrong-doing, but will be responsible to correct the situation.'

'Signed Admiral Komak, Starfleet Command'

UFP Council Decision

'The UFP council unanimously accepts Starfleet's response to the grievance. The subject is closed.'

Big changes

Starfleet, like any other military organization throughout history (of any planet), has it's Research & Development department. The Enterprise's historic five year mission had provided vast amount of information from the ship's logs and data recorders. Their main conclusion was that Constitution class, heavy cruisers were never designed properly to withstand the continuous damages and stresses to the ship infrastructure that resulted from the constant battles with enemy forces that they were required to engage. The Enterprise was never intended to be a battle ship, but it had become one. The ship was wearing out, sooner than it should have. All of them were, not to mention the three that were lost in combat. The planned 'life expectancies' for the Constitution class ships were supposed to last long enough for their eventual replacement by the next generation of a similar vessel. Still on the drawing board under the code name, Galaxy.

The majority of the admirals in Command did not have field experience, or the right kind of field experience. It seemed only Kirk's combat experience, along with his natural talent in that area, plus one remarkable helmsman who could make the Enterprise do whatever Kirk asked of it, were able to have any success in holding off our enemies. Command assumed the sister ships of the Enterprise should be able to do the same thing. The others could not. For Research & Development, it was clear the time had come for major changes. 'R & D' had been making sensible plans for the future. Common sense finally managed to convince the deskbound quarterbacks. The first problem, find a way to extend the lifespan of the Enterprise and her remaining sister ships.

Research and Development had been working for a few years on a new design of a true battleship. The prototype for testing in space was a smaller version. This new class of starship under construction, with one ready to be commissioned, was now designated as a 'defensive escort'. The Enterprise and her sister ships would each be assigned an 'escort'. It would always be within three minutes limit of distance.

The first escort (DE-01) would guard Enterprise while training new Captains and helmsmen for each new ship as it came off the line and was assigned to its cruiser. The DE-01 was named "Guardian" by it's new Captain, Hikaru Sulu. Captain Sulu's first officer... Commander Pavlov Chekhov.

It wasn't that Captain Kirk did not trust Command. He didn't. All their big talk was just that... big talk. His 'gung ho', 'let's see what's out there' attitude was failing him. Reading over his logs from the previous year, he could see a downward trend, in himself. He had to face his mixed emotions again. Still getting used to the idea that Spock would not be at his side ever again, but they were taking his helmsman and navigator too. Truth be told, he was extremely proud of, and happy for Sulu and Chekhov. Now he had four important crewmembers to find replacements for. Let's not forget Doctor Christine Chapel, but that would be McCoy's responsibility.

Kirk did manage to visit the family farm in Iowa. Family farm. That's a joke... no family left. Parents gone. Brother gone. Nephew Peter living with his mother's family in Connecticut. The farm was being properly managed by an agricultural cooperative, and the house was maintained by another service he had contracted. Everything looked perfect, just empty. At least he had the Enterprise.

Returning from Iowa, Starfleet Command had more surprises for him. Bulkheads and decking were being ripped out of most of the saucer section. Ready to have a complete fit of rage, they calmed him down with schematics and detailed explanations. Instead of one hundred twenty photon torpedoes in their armory, they now had just twenty. Only two ship's phasers now, one forward and one aft. Weapons was losing several people. Security Department being cut by two thirds. What were they thinking? This would leave Enterprise defenseless. He was forgetting about 'Guardian', their permanent defensive escort, and the fact that Sulu and Chekhov would always be nearby. Many of the security and weapons crewmembers would be trained for positions on 'Guardian'.

In an effort to keep the Constitution class cruisers operational for an indefinite period of time, there would be the reinstatement of the original mission. "Peaceful scientific exploration, first contact, diplomacy and errands of mercy." No more offensive military actions. That would be left for the new 'battleships' coming soon. UFP members also agreed to lend support in defensive operations until that time. In other words, he was ordered to stay out of trouble. Sounded good, so far. Still skeptical.

Sickbay was not being changed, not much. Heaven help Command if McCoy found out. It took him a year to get comfortable with the last refit. But this was to be just an increase in the number of beds, and expansion of medical labs, storage and treatment areas for those 'errands of mercy' they would be sent on. He knew the doctor wouldn't mind. Ah, yes... except they were still missing that one good doctor.

The Science Department was being expanded. That would have pleased Spock. Up until his recent departure, he couldn't keep good scientists on board. They were constantly seeking transfer because they had no wish to be killed on a regular basis. Already the requests were coming back in. Several of those who had left wanted to return, and there was room for more. Except the Enterprise didn't have a head of Science Department either. Well, problems have a way of working themselves out, Kirk hoped.

The Biggest Change

But why in heaven's name were they ripping out the saucer section? Those schematic drawings were now brought in. Kirk had to sit down, this was a real shock. Starfleet was going to use his ship for a long range experiment. Command had decided to allow married couples and families on Enterprise. Much data regarding the success or failure in this experiment was required. The 'next generation' of heavy cruiser was still on the drawing board, and many years away from becoming a reality, but that ship would have families and more, permanently living and working on it too. As he looked at 'his' new deck-plans, Kirk felt good... very, very good. He had some news for a couple of friends.

An Unexpected Visitor

Spock and Christine have been living on Earth for three months now. The house and yard was finished a long time ago, right down to the round wood table in the kitchen. One of their favorite spots to relax with a cup of tea. McCoy had returned from visiting Joanna, his daughter. Several old fences had been mended, and he had a real sense of contentment about him. Christine was very happy for his sake.

She was four months along at this time. When he first saw Christine again, it was with a big hug and "Let me take a look at you... pregnant lady!" Spock just looked at the ceiling with a 'that's an obvious statement' attitude. It didn't matter. He was pleased to see the doctor too. McCoy stayed two days, then was anxious to get down to Georgia for a spell. That evening, while Spock was once again getting dirty in the cellar, Christine was checking messages at the comm center in the kitchen.

"Spock, we have an interesting request from a possible visitor here."

"Are we speaking in riddles tonight, Beloved?"

"I know I've got you curious now. Brush off the dirt and get up here."

"Coming."

"What are you doing down there? You won't let me see, and every other night you show up like a... well I don't know what but it takes a good scrubbing to get all that dirt off."

"Are you complaining about the 'scrubbing'? I have always enjoyed it, and it leads to other pleasurable tasks."

"Behave yourself."

"Always. What about this message you have?"

'Events in the past which forced the resignation of two fine Starfleet officers is deeply regretted. Request permission for a personal visit at your location and convenience to discuss possible future options. Signed, Admiral Nogura, Starfleet Command'

"Do you think this has anything to do with what Jim was telling us?"

"There is no certain way for us to know without actually speaking with the Admiral, Christine. My question would be, how does this benefit us? I'm willing to hear what he has to say, how about you?"

"Sure, why not. It's no secret that we are living here now, permanently. Maybe they have land assignments at Starfleet Command. It could be a consideration."

"I still do not trust them at this stage. Respond to the message, please. We shall see, and we can also say 'no'."

Two days later, at the appointed time, Spock disengaged the forcefield and a Starfleet Command Shuttle landed on their front lawn. The pilot remained on the shuttle, and one person disembarked. Admiral Nogura. Spock had no intention of 'impressing' the man, so he came out in his favorite style of Terran clothing. Yep, blue jeans and a flannel shirt. Christine was wearing a lightweight Vulcan house robe because she was starting to 'show'. He chose to greet the Admiral in formal Vulcan manner, Christine remained on the porch and just nodded, then quietly responded, "Admiral." She felt tension rising up in her. They weren't trying to be aloof, but they had every reason to.

"Spock. Doctor. Thank you for allowing me to come today. Is there a place where we can sit and talk?"

"Of course," Christine answered, "please follow me." She led him into the kitchen and offered a seat at the table. "Coffee or tea?"

"Coffee, thank you... black."

Spock retrieved his cup of tea from the counter and the two sat down. Christine arrived one minute later with the Admiral's coffee, and a cup of herbal tea for herself. They said nothing while their guest took a sip from his cup, set it down and began.

"What can I say except that, as the officially appointed representative of Starfleet Command, we ask your forgiveness in the unfortunate events that led to your resignations."

"For myself and my wife, Starfleet has been exonerated through the grievance that was filed. There is nothing to forgive. The matter is closed."

"That is not my only reason for coming here today in person. I will assume you are aware of the changes occurring to the Enterprise." Nogura knew this was a fact, or else he didn't know his James Kirk. "I'll cut to the point. We want you back. Both of you."

"Admiral, I have been learning several new Terran colloquial sayings. One of them is 'what's in it for us'? As you can see, we have started our lives over again, and are not looking for any more disruptions in the near future."

"Yes. I can see. Christine, you said you were concerned about the welfare of the women who were wronged in this 'conspiracy'. At this point we have fourteen women who want to speak with you personally before they make their decision on whether or not they should remain in Starfleet. I have no doubt there will be many others. We are making every effort possible to put things to right."

"I do not question your sincerity, Admiral," Christine answered. "Rather, I applaud it. I had always been very proud to be a member of Starfleet. That was ripped away from me during a situation where my husband had to destroy his career in the process of protecting his family. What will my speaking with these women accomplish?"

"If the two of you are not willing to return to Starfleet, why should they? It's that simple."

"Nothing in Starfleet is 'simple'." Spock stated flatly.

"True. Having married couples with families on board heavy cruisers at this stage is going to be a long term experiment, but a firm commitment by Starfleet nevertheless. Couples would now have until their eldest child turns five Terran years old to make other arrangements for their future. The ships involved cannot and will not be put into 'harms way' on purpose. There are still risks in space. There are risks everywhere, if you think about it."

While this conversation was going on, Spock and Christine were also having another conversation of their own, through their bond. Nogura was completely unaware that they were agreement with each other as either of them spoke. "We will consider you offer, Admiral. How much time will you allow us to respond?", Spock asked.

"Enterprise and Guardian will be leaving in one month. We ask for two weeks, if you please."

"Within two weeks, you will have our answer. Thank you for coming."

No salutes. They were civilians and acted as such. Everyone stood up and headed to the front door. On the porch, the Admiral nodded and returned to his shuttle. As it took off, Christine looked at the lawn. "That's going to leave a mark." Spock smiled, took her by the waist and they walked back into their home.

"We have much to discuss, Beloved... much to discuss."

Decisions

Spock walked back to the kitchen for his cup of tea. Christine quietly went upstairs. He sat at the table and counted the minutes. Five should be sufficient for her emotions to fully surface. He put his cup in the sink and went upstairs too. He knew where she would be. She needed her private moment, but not too long alone. Christine was sitting on the braided rug in the center of the 'nursery' , and yes, she was crying. "My Mom made this rug, you know, for our son..."

"Yes, and it is well made." He sat down on the rug next to her and waited.

"Spock, part of me wants to go back to my friends and a lifestyle I was comfortable with. Another part of me says 'screw em'!"

"Pardon?"

"Sorry. I mean 'the hell with them', Starfleet that is. Wild horses couldn't drag me back. I want to stay here and have our baby... in our home. But this discussion doesn't involve just me. I have to consider all the others affected, Jim... Leonard... Nyota... Janice... and fourteen women I've never met."

"At this point there are fourteen. There may be more."

"And then there is you, my Love. You always give, never ask for yourself."

"Not true. I asked for the house, remember?"

"Because you wanted to give me my 'cove', and a permanent home. I want you to think of yourself this time."

"I am unable to do that. I am no longer 'myself, alone'. You and I are 'one', and our child. I will never be alone again, nor would I want to be.

"Gonna make this hard for me, aren't you, Spock?"

"That is not my intention. Consider this. We have the freedom to come and go as we please. In what kind of emotional state did we leave our friends on the Enterprise? Not just the few who have been able to visit here, but our co-workers, our staff-members we were responsible for. The younger crew-members, fresh out of the academy, who looked to us as examples to live by. That responsibility was a pleasant burden for me. If we go back, we do so already knowing it is temporary again. Five years maximum. But if the experience does not suit us, we can also leave again, at any time. Starlight House is yours, and always will be. This nursery will be used, and often, you have claimed. Truly, now, what do you want?"

"Going back will help those women. I know that. I'll be with you and my Enterprise family when my time comes. We can leave at any time, and have someplace to go, not be refugees like last time. We do have freedom. No more fear. Cast out fear, right?"

"Correct." She smiled, then he smiled. Sitting on the braided rug, they embraced each other. A decision had been made.

"Let's not tell them for two weeks. Let's not tell anyone, just yet. Oh, wait! What if Jim finds your replacement in the meantime? Not very fair to the other person."

"Too bad we 'burned our bridges' with the Personnel Department. I could use a good spy there right now."

"Spock, you'd better be joking. All we have to do is tell Nogura not to accept certain staff requests made by Jim while we make our decision. Simple! I wonder what our quarters are going to look like. I'm calling George, Theresa's husband? He can get us a schematic of the deck plans."

"Is this allowed? We are still civilians."

"I'll let George decide. After all, I have another nursery to get ready! " Now Christine was excited again. She had the ability to adapt quickly to new situations, Spock had noticed a long time ago.

"Many in Starfleet contract with a certain Terran home maintenance company, I will need their name. Starlight House will remain as we know it now. I have a project in the cellar that will not be completed in the time we have left. I'll just have to seal it off for now."

"And you're still not going to tell me what it is? I have curiosity too, ya know!"

"No. Not until it's complete, whenever that may be. First things first. I feel like walking down to the cove. Care to join me?"

"Of course."