Unlike humans, Vulcans felt no need to prolong their memorials with political and emotional displays. Thus after a few brief words by the interim government heads, the master of ceremonies announced that S'chn T'gai Spock's posthumous award would be accepted by his son.
Kirk and Grayson stood and walked slowly towards the podium until...
Grayson released Kirk's hand and continued to the podium alone. Accepting the plaque with both hands he turned to face the audience before speaking.
"This is for my Baba." he stated in flawless Golic.
Standing a moment more, Grayson carefully laid the award on the stage floor. Using one hand he spread the central fingers on the other hand into the V-shaped ta'al. Facing the master of ceremonies the boy's voice spoke again.
"Sochya eh dif [Peace and Long Life]"came the salutation, stunning the assembly.
Sweet Jesus, can I take this? Look at him - he's Spock all over again, Kirk thought, trying desperately to hold it together for the boy and his mother.
Bending over carefully to keep his balance, Grayson retrieved the award from the floor, twisting his feet to turn around. He made it almost back to Kirk before it all became too much. Running the last two steps the boy launched himself into the arms of a kneeling Kirk.
"I miss Baba..."
A message shared through a child's silent tears. Grayson wanted his father back. For decades, Jim Kirk wanted his own father back too.
Sarek, father of Spock, held Nyota's hand, using touch to shore up her shields and to relieve her grief a little through their familial bond. Kirk sought her eyes to send her comfort, such as he had to give her.
Holding all their pain in his embrace, Kirk kissed the son not of his body and agreed.
"I miss Baba too, buddy".
