Chapter 4- On the Wheels of a Dream

I was content, a princess asleep and enchanted.
If I had dreams, then I let you dream them for me.

Sarek's calculations proved correct. Admiral Morrow most emphatically refused Kirk's request for the decommissioned Enterprise or any other ship to travel to Genesis. What followed was the most ingenious and quick plan of action I have ever witnessed. Kirk had always been known for his cockiness, but even Sarek marveled at the sheer audacity of the admiral's actions. Kirk and Commander Sulu broke Dr. McCoy, who was literally crazy from the effects of Spock's final mind meld, from the Starfleet brig.

Uhura deliberately chose a boring shift at Starfleet's transporter pad so she could beam her shipmates aboard the Enterprise. But the most stunning action came from the admiral's "miracle worker", Mr. Scott. Ever loyal to a ship bearing the name Enterprise, he gleefully sabotaged the transwarp drive on the next big thing...the USS Excelsior. I wish I could have been a fly on the wall when that oily Captain Styles was stopped short out of spacedock. Spock had often pointed out that Admiral Kirk's abilities were quite wasted behind a desk in Starfleet. Some officers that didn't have Kirk's track record of saving the day were jealous, and dreamed of either besting him or showing him up. I don't doubt that Styles fell into that category. Commander Sulu was supposed to have that ship, anyway.

Out of loyalty to the admiral, and to Spock, Mr. Scott and Commander Chekov insisted on accompanying Kirk and McCoy on their journey. As Sarek predicted, we had to provide asylum. In the end, it was only Commander Uhura that made her narrow escape from the authorities before being granted entrance on our Embassy grounds. Diplomatic immunity meant that Sarek could cut through everything, and before long, we were journeying home, to Vulcan.

The Enterprise had sustained a lot of damage in its last mission, so we naturally knew that our private craft would arrive on Vulcan at least a day before them. We had taken Uhura into our home while we waited for word from Admiral Kirk. It was the longest wait of my life, but in the end, I would have waited another year or more for the word we received.

Finally, Sarek received the news we had been waiting for. I was having tea with Commander Uhura when I felt wonder and then...tentative joy stir from my husband's mind. Sarek came out of his study and was wearing the closest thing to a human smile I had ever seen on him. His eyes fell on Uhura and he hastily brought his face back into Vulcan stoicism, though not quite successfully. His eyes were almost unfocused, as though looking at something no one else could see.

"What is it, Sarek?"

Sarek uncharacteristically flopped into an armchair. "Admiral Kirk is en route to Vulcan. He claims that the Genesis Wave has regenerated our son, and that Spock is alive."

"Alive? But how?" I dared to hope.

"The Genesis project was meant to generate life from lifelessness. Our son's cells were regenerated and now Kirk says that Spock is alive, but unaware, unconscious. There is a chance, a slim chance, that Spock's katra can be restored to his living body. I must contact T'Lar so we can meet at Mount Seleya. It is a legend, Amanda. Fal-tor-pan, the refusion. It has never been performed in modern times. It is a pre-Reform possibility, and only the most gifted of adepts can possibly attempt it. There are no promises, my wife."

Tears streamed down my face. I'm usually crying alone, but I turned my gaze over to Uhura's lovely face, and she was crying as well. "Spock! Spock used to say there were always possibilities. I have faith that my son will be returned to me, safe and whole." As Sarek prepared to protest, I raised a hand to stop him. "No, Sarek. No logic, not this time. This happened for a reason. Spock believed in destiny, and in possibilities. Our son will be whole once again, and the sacrifices of Kirk and the Enterprise crew will not be in vain. Just as Spock's sacrifice saved them, they have helped to save him."