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A/N: I know that this story isn't particularly canon. There are canon moments, but some chapters aren't. Also, some events and moments in this story will be shared and reflected in the upcoming sequels. That is why it is important to read this one first. I hope you like it so far. Don't worry, the Spock chapters get less intense and happier as the pregnancy progresses. Stay tuned.

Also, I want to say thank you for all the reviews so far. I have received a review about when Vulcan joined the Federation and the birth year of Sarek. I have adjusted the dates for the purpose of this story/series. I was also informed of another mistake I had made in the previous chapter about using a comb instead of a brush, which has been edited. Thanks for picking up on my mistakes, it's always good to know that someone is reading the story.

ATTENTION: The details of Pon Far mentioned in this chapter are not all true. I have added some of my own details to make it more interesting and less cliché.

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Origins: The Journey Begins

Chapter 6: One Younger Brother

STARDATE: 2230.329 (Thurs, Nov 25th, 2230) [3 months, 27 days Pregnant]

Sarek was currently laying on the large soft mattress that lay upon the floor. He was in a vast room with smoky orange walls that rose 10 feet tall to meet a grey ceiling. Dark stone floor covered the area and the room was littered with antique golden furniture that held ancient artefacts.

The mattress itself was larger than any size found upon Earth and the materials that covered it were older and more intricate than any Earth culture. Although the mattress lacked a frame, the multitude of purple, red and gold pillows made it look inviting and warm.

The mattress was pressed up against the wall. Although large in size, the mattress was not very thick. The large pillows more than made up for it.

The room, though rich in colour, was not dark. It was the tallest room in the mansion, which allowed it to be the first room to get the morning sun, the last room to get cold, and the brightest room in the entire vicinity.

This was Sarek's room. Well, Sarek and Amanda's room. The room itself had many smaller rooms sprouting off of it including: a comfortable sized ensuite; a large walk-in-wardrobe, mainly full of Amanda's clothes; a meditation room; a small sitting room, which Amanda referred to as her meditation zone; and a private office for all of Sarek's personal information. He had another office two levels below this one, but that was more of a public office where any household member could store information.

Sarek awoke facing the grey ceiling above him. He blinked a couple of times to allow his eyesight to adjust to the bright morning sun. Vulcans in general have always preferred living in the shadows of darkness rather than exposing themselves to the light. However, Sarek was not like the other Vulcans in that way. He loved the light; the feel of the sun on his back, the warmth that it gave him and not to mention enough light to see his beautiful bondmate sleeping peacefully beside him.

Sarek had grown up in a High Vulcan society. His mother, T'Pau, passed on the teachings of Surak to him. Even from an early age Sarek was expected to present himself in the truest Vulcan manner. Although he would never openly admit it, Sarek strived to please his mother. He studied everything there was to know about Surak and his teachings. To put it simply, Surak was Sarek's idol. So it was very, very rare to see any emotion pass his exterior being.

However, in the privacy of his own home of course, Sarek allowed himself to show snippets of emotion. The only people who had seen him express anything were Amanda, Sybok and his guardian S'Reiyah.

So it was only natural for Sarek to gaze lovingly at his bondmate. With the covers tugged up to her chest and her head resting on a dozen soft pillows, Amanda continued to sleep peacefully, unaware of her husband watching her.

It had been exactly 17 weeks since the conception of this child and there was still no indication of the gender. When it came to pregnancy, Vulcan women were able to pin point the exact moment of conception. They were also capable of determining gender by the tenth day of pregnancy. However, Amanda wasn't a Vulcan so she didn't have these skills.

Amanda had attended many appointments and consulted with D'Torres about the gender of the child. In his opinion, because the child was half and half, it would most likely have a gestation similar to that of a Vulcan but a development similar to a human. This meant that Vulcan telepathy and Vulcan technology were of little use to Amanda when it came to determining the gender of her unborn child. Sarek and Amanda would have to wait until the sixteenth week of pregnancy to discover the gender of their child. Week sixteen came and went and there was still no prominent sign.

Sarek was worried. Though he didn't show it. He had no concerns with the conception of his first born, however, taking a human for a wife seemed more complicated than he had calculated. Being Vulcan, he'd always made it his job to know about everything that was going on around him. Being thrown into the unknown always made feel Sarek a little… uneasy.

Amanda was always there to comfort him and to tell him that what was happening to her was just a normal part of the pregnancy. How did she know that? How could she? She's never been pregnant before. Not this far along, anyway. How can I trust what she is saying? Where are the facts?

Then there were questions like, 'What is normal about this pregnancy?', 'Has there ever been a successful hybrid pregnancy before?', and 'There were no records on any Vulcans who have bonded with humans, so how could Amanda think that this pregnancy was normal?'

Sarek reached out his hand to wipe a stray hair away from Amanda's face. She was beautiful, even if she was a human. After tucking the loose bit of hair behind her ear he softly trailed his hand down her tanned arm and rested it gently upon her abdomen.

Amanda stirred slightly before her breathing evened out once more. Sarek paused his motions as his bondmate settled back into the pillows. He then began to softly rub her abdomen, focusing on the tiny life inside.

Sarek slipped his fingers through the gap between two buttons of Amanda's nightgown. His fingertips made contact with the skin of her belly. He closed his eyes and opened up the link that allowed him to visualise the small life growing beneath where his fingers rested.

Before, when Sarek lay the palm of his hand on the bare skin of Amanda's abdomen, he would initiate the link between the child and himself and he would be able to visualise the small white glow that was his child. The white glow would be pulsating as if it were a heartbeat.

However, as Sarek initiated the link his vision wasn't greeted by the usual soft white glow. The glow was larger and the misty white was replaced by a slick, metallic silver.

…Precisely 12 years, 7 months and 30 days ago…

STARDATE: 2218.85 (Thurs, March 25th, 2218)

It was one month and twenty-one days before the Zephlons attacked Vulcan. T'Sana was healthy and her mind was sharp.

Sarek was in the spacious kitchen grounding native Vulcan seeds into a powder. He was currently working on his own little experiment. It was after work hours and Sarek often occupied his time by coming up with new experiments. His current experiment consisted of grounding up native flower seeds, mixing them with water and soil until it became a paste, freezing the paste into long flat strips, then using the frozen strips as fertiliser for his garden.

He was standing at the bench with a stone bowl of seeds in front of him and a large stone in his hand. He would crush the seeds with the stone, then ground them constantly for one minute, pause, add some water, then stir with a spoon for an extra minute. He would then set the batch aside to rest on the counter. He would repeat the action multiple times until he had enough for his experiment to take place.

He was only on his second batch when T'Sana appeared from hallway. She rounded the corner, her long dark hair swaying at her hips as she strode with confidence into the kitchen.

It was still early morning, not even the sun was high enough to fill the kitchen with the morning light. Sarek had finished meditating long ago and had made his way to the kitchen. He knew what the day will bring.

Sarek had turned 31 years old on the 14th of May. During the early morning hours of his birthday, Sarek was overcome by his first Pon Far. He knew that this was unavoidable. Seven years previously he was subjected to his trial. Vulcans were given a trial of Pon Far; a less demanding, non-threatening ache and fever. Logic was lost but could easily be tempered down with meditation. This trial gave young Vulcans a hint of how the true Pon Far would start.

Sarek was in his prime; a young Vulcan male just entering maturity. He had already gone through his trial. His first true Pon Far had only lasted one day. However, he knew that it would only get more intense from then on, until he became too old for the event of Pon Far to affect him.

Although Sarek's Pon Far wasn't entirely unpleasant - he was a strong Vulcan who had an equally strong counterpart - he still had another 139 years until Pon Far never affected him again. Pon Far subsided after the age of 170. This allowed Vulcans to determine how many cycles they would have to endure before they no longer felt the fire of the fever.

Now that Sarek had been subjected to his first Pon Far he could calculate in advance how many more times he would be intimately exposed to this cycle of fate. Sarek quickly calculated that he still had to lose himself to the power of Pon Far 19 more times before he was free from the throes of wild, illogical passion. He would be 164 years of age when his last Pon Far would occur.

As his bondmate entered the kitchen and stood to attention behind the counter he was working at, Sarek marvelled at her beauty. He still had plenty more years with this woman. He'd thought. Together, they would endure Pon Far 19 more times. He'd thought. They'd come out the other end alive and well. He'd thought.

He had managed to make it through one onslaught of blood fever, and they both came out of it with next to no wounds. They had sported a love bite here and there, maybe a couple of deep scratch marks but nothing too deadly. His blood fever had sedated the moment he'd felt the spark of life in his bondmate's womb.

Today was the day that T'Sana would reveal to him the gender of his unborn child. Sarek, although expressionless in appearance, was continuing to supress his nervousness as it constantly rose from deep within him.

T'Sana's amber eyes looked over her bondmate. She came around to the front of the bench and placed both of her hands gently upon it. Sarek stood silently beside her. He had momentarily paused his experiment and waited patiently for his bondmate to inform him. She would not be standing there for no reason. She was as Vulcan as he was; there was a purpose behind everything she did. She waited there for two minutes.

"The child I carry is male." She spoke evenly, no hint of joy was shown on her features. Then again she was only stating fact. Why should one get emotional over a simple fact?

"Very well." Sarek responded as he placed the stone he had in his hand carefully on the bench top and faced his bondmate. "Healthy?" He asked as he turned to face her directly. In the presence of his bondmate surely concern for his unborn child would be allowed.

"Indeed." She answered.

Sarek approached her with his right hand slightly extended. T'Sana nodded in approval before taking his hand in hers and guiding it to her abdomen. His hand slipped between two buttons of her silk gown until it rested on her bare skin. He was immediately greeted with a large silver, metallic glow. Evidence of a son.

"The line of Surak shall be passed on." She stated as she placed her hands behind her back.

"Indeed." Sarek replied. "Mother T'Pau should be informed of the child's gender."

T'Pau was the matriarch of the Vulcan society. Her bondmate, Skon, Sarek's father, was a direct descended of Surak. After officially bonding to Skon, T'Pau was declared as future matriarch of Vulcan. When the matriarch before her (her mother-in-law) passed on, she rose to the throne of Vulcan. Though she was not a blood descendant of Surak, Vulcan was a matriarchal society leading her to rule whilst her bondmate ruled beneath her.

"I shall give Vultan the order, Ashayam." T'Sana said.

Vultan was the head guardian for their house. He was a well-respected Vulcan with incredible strength and extensive knowledge. Perfect for the role of House Guardian. He was also the cousin of Sarek. Sarek had grown up with him, had mentored him and taught him many things.

Sarek watched his bondmate as she left the kitchen. Was that a twitch in her upper lip or was she attempting to hide a small smile? Sarek wondered as he picked up the stone again. He almost allowed himself to smile at the fact that he had managed to produce a son, but his strong beliefs in Surak quickly submerged the urge to smile.

A son. He repeated in his mind as he continued to make batch after batch of seed fertiliser. I will pass my knowledge onto him, for one day he will lead the Vulcan people. He will be an avid follower of Surak just as I am. He will be the patriarch of the entire Vulcan colony.

…Present Time…

Sarek's excitement built up inside of him. A son. Another son. After The Incident Sarek was not sure that Sybok would ever be able to harness his emotions and prove to be the strong, capable Vulcan that he so wished him to be.

Perhaps. Just maybe. This was his second chance. To raise a son to take over the colony. This would mean that he would advocate for the birth right to be given to this son instead of Sybok.

Sybok. His first born. He loved him with all his heart but he knew that he would not be accepted by the Vulcan council to assume the position of patriarch of the colony.

Sarek knew that once his mother passed on, his bondmate would rise to the throne of Vulcan. Amanda was no Vulcan, in fact there had been many council meetings and conferences debating that fact that Amanda was human and therefore not eligible to rule over Vulcan.

That was logical enough. Even Amanda agreed, so it came as a major surprise when T'Pau stood and somehow persuade the council to reconsider. After a five-day council meeting, the Vulcan elders approved of Amanda to assume the throne after T'Pau's passing.

Amanda was human so she wouldn't live as long as Vulcans. Even though Terran medicines had increased the average life span of a human to 110 years of age, Amanda would not rule for long before succumbing to death, leaving her son's bondmate to rule after her.

Although this child is half-Terran, Sarek could possibly teach him the ways of Surak and have this child complete the Ko'linar: the complete suppression of all emotions.

But what about Sybok? How would he react in seeing his younger brother excel before him? He wouldn't act civilised like the Vulcan he should be, no. He was not well; being classed as 'Specious'; someone who is deceiving. Sybok was deceiving in his appearance and knowledge; he looked Vulcan, but his attitude and speech contradicted the way he looked. He would also get increasingly emotional as the years passed, almost as if he were entirely human. Would he get angry at the fact that he might be advocated? Jealous? Would he respond at all, preferring to give his younger brother 'the silent treatment'?

All of Sarek's emotions; joy, excitement, fear, concern, love, and guilt overcame him before he had the time to block his feelings from seeping through the link. Amanda tossed as she lay in bed. She fought for her sleep, but after feeling Sarek's strong emotions leaking into her sleep-state mind she sat ramrod straight, her eyes full of worry as she stared at her husband. Sarek looked guilty. He felt bad for transferring his emotions to her.

"Ashayam? What is it? What has you so emotional?" Amanda asked. Her voice cracked through her dry throat.

Sarek paused and gazed up at his bondmate. He was speechless. His wife had just caught him expressing multiple different emotions. How was he going to explain this to her?

She smiled softly and placed her hands gently on the sides of his face. Her eyes looked at his before darting down to his hands which rested upon her bare belly.

"Sarek?" She asked, sounding more excited. She'd known what he was doing, but he was hiding it from her. Why was he hiding it from her? Was something wrong? Was the child unwell? Was it… lifeless? She began to panic. Sarek could feel her anxiety through their bond.

Sarek was about to reassure his bondmate about the son inside her when he was interrupted by a soft knock at the door. It was a singular knock notifying that the unseen Vulcan on the other side was none other than Sybok.

"Enter." Amanda said with a smile on her face. She was worried about the child within her, but she couldn't help but smile when Sybok was around. That child gave her laughter and joy, where most others refused. She knew it was Sybok and her smile grew wider as he opened the door cautiously and then ran across the room to their bed.

Sybok noticed his father's hand on Amanda's belly and stopped himself from jumping onto the bed next to his father.

"Is it…?" Sybok began, his small voice was full of worry. Yet, he also seemed to be just as anxious and excited as Amanda.

"Come, Sybok." Sarek found his voice. He might not be able to explain to Amanda but maybe Sybok could. Sybok smiled brightly, hopping onto the bed and scooting close to his father.

"Rest the palm of your hand here." Sarek instructed his first born. This act will also get Sybok to connect with his Vulcan side. Perhaps there is hope for Sybok after all. Sarek took his son's hand in his own and guided it gently to Amanda's flat abdomen.

Sybok placed his warm hand softly on Amanda's belly, just as his father had shown him. "Now what?"

"What do you see?" Sarek asked as he looked into the face of his son.

"I see you." Sybok answered honestly.

"The bond. Use the bond. Open the link between you and the child." Sarek instructed. Maybe Sybok didn't possess the ability of telepathy. Perhaps it was destroyed the day of The Incident. Sarek inwardly sighed.

Sybok laughed. He placed his second hand next to his first and laughed even more.

"What? What is it? What do you see?!" Amanda couldn't hide her excitement any longer.

"I am going to have a younger brother."