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Origins: The Journey Begins

Chapter 8: One Hectic Night

STARDATE: 2231.19 (Wed, Jan 19th, 2231) [5 months, 22 days Pregnant]

Sarek was awakened by a faint noise coming from the bathroom on the level below. Like most Vulcans, Sarek rarely slept, preferring deep meditation instead. However, he had been working hard at the Vulcan Embassy and required deep sleep to rejuvenate him.

A feeling of discomfort washed over him. However, the feeling was not from him. His health was in check and his internal clock was functioning properly. Another deep feeling of discomfort formed within his mind.

Amanda. His wife. The tel (Bond) he shared with his human wife allowed him to experience what Amanda was experiencing, whether it be emotions or thoughts. Judging by the uncomfortable sensation he was experiencing at the moment he could tell Amanda was unwell and currently dispensing the contents of her stomach into the basin of the bathroom downstairs.

"Adun'a. (Wife)" Sarek spoke to her through their bond. "You are not well." He simply stated as he rose from their bed and made his way to the bedroom door.

"That is an understatement." She replied. Although, she was talking through the tel her voice had a hint of irritation. Sarek could feel her frustration as her voice filled his mind.

"I am on my way." He responded, walking at a brisk pace. His wife was in distress. He needed to be near her. He needed to ease her pain. That was his duty as her bondmate, as her husband.

"I can't sleep." Amanda said aloud to her husband as he entered the bathroom which she was in. She was sitting on the toilet. The lid of the toilet was closed and she was fully clothed in her Vulcan night gown. She met his eyes before bowing her head once more so it rested in her small hands.

Sarek took in the sight before him. His wife was dressed in her night gown, sitting on the golden toilet. The dark tiles of the bathroom allowed voices to carry and echo, the smell was terrible and the golden mirror above the basin had remnants of what Sarek could only deduce as Amanda's regurgitation.

"I see." Sarek answered his wife after a long pause. He came to kneel before her. He used his hands to lift Amanda's head and gaze into her eyes. Her eyes were puffy and red. Had she been crying? "Why did you not use the bathroom that are attached to our quarters? The room was designed with an ensuite so we did not have to travel far if the need for bowel evacuations should occur."

"I didn't want to wake you." She responded as she looked at his eyes. Sarek was Vulcan, so visual displays of emotions were not easy for him. However, when she gazed at his eyes, she got a glimpse of his emotions. It was like standing outside a house on a dark night, and peering into a candle-lit window; the house itself may be dark but the contents inside were full of life.

His eyes betrayed his calm exterior. She saw his concern and felt his alarm through the deep tel that they shared.

"Coming to this bathroom as opposed to our personal ensuite would not have made any difference, Ashayam (Beloved). The tel we share would have alerted me to your discomfort either way." He responded calmly.

"Our tel has alerted me to your discomfort also." She replied. She stretched out her hands and rested them on her husband's shoulders. Sarek brought his own hands up to rub along the length of her arms. Only in the privacy of each other does he allow himself to be openly affectionate with her.

Amanda smiled softly, "You are worried about me. I can feel your concern. Speak your mind, Ashayam. What has you troubled?" She reached up to run her fingers across the side of his face.

Sarek tilted his head to the side and stared absently at her as if she were an unsolvable puzzle, "You are unwell." He said plainly.

"This has you troubled?" She asked in response.

"I have knowledge on many Terran illnesses, including this action of regurgitation to dispel unwanted and otherwise unhealthy substances from the digestive system. However, I have not seen it… performed before." Sarek looked deeply into his wife's eyes. He did not want to make her more uncomfortable than what she already was.

"It is not a performance, Sarek. It's morning sickness." Amanda said with a huff as she removed her arms from Sarek's shoulders and rubbed her face with her hands.

Sarek's eyebrows rose to his hair line at the odd Terran term. Seeing his eyebrows raise and catching his curiosity through their bond, Amanda offered an explanation.

"Morning sickness occurs during the first trimester of human gestation. In some cases the sickness dies away during the second trimester. Others are not so fortunate, sometimes having the sickness right up until the child is born. Others may not even get sick at all." She finished before raising herself from the golden toilet.

Standing on shaky legs she managed to make it to the basin in time before a wave of nausea overcame her and she started throwing up once more.

Sarek watched on. He had never witnessed anyone expel their sickness through their mouth before. Vulcans never emptied the contents of their stomach via their mouth. They were an advanced race of humanoid aliens. Sickness like this never occurred. When Vulcans became pregnant they used their hormones to sedate any sickness they did feel.

Sarek swayed slightly on the spot as he felt Amanda's nausea through their bond. He did admit to himself that it made him feel less than healthy but otherwise unaffected.

After wiping her mouth with a nearby hand towel, Amanda turned to face her wide-eyed husband, who was currently plastered to his spot near the door. She had to laugh. She knew Vulcans didn't get sick. At least not like this. This wasn't the first time she was physically sick either. However, when she was sick before Sarek wasn't present for the wonderful display.

Instead, S'Reiyah was home and had heard her retches from outside. When S'Reiyah had come to her Lady's aid she'd had a similar expression on her face; wide-eyed, blank expression, hands awkwardly by her side and not clasped behind her back in the normal Vulcan manner.

It took Amanda 15 minutes to explain to S'Reiyah that the sickness was normal for pregnant humans to experience. After learning about the mystery sickness S'Reiyah went to study more on the illness Terrans call 'morning sickness.'

"Sarek, Ashayam, I'm fine." She said lovingly, trying to ease the awkwardness.

"That is a highly illogical statement given the fact that you are obviously 'not fine'." He answered as he cautiously stepped forward and engulfed her in a rare Sarek embrace.

She hummed against his warm Vulcan chest and nuzzled his neck. He felt her discomfort dissipate before he stroked her hair and quietly spoke, "Come, K'diwa (Beloved). You must rest."

After he dressed Amanda in a clean night gown he laid beside her and allowed her to curl around him for warmth. Once she was deep in sleep he extracted himself carefully from her tight embrace and went to meditate in his meditation alcove, not far from the bed.

While he meditated he thought of Amanda and how uncomfortable she felt when she was overcome by sickness. If the act of 'throwing up' made her feel better, then why did it cause her pain whenever she did it? Was there any other way to make his Adun'a, his K'diwa, well again?

He searched for answers during his meditation, reliving past experiences with humans to gain understanding of their illnesses. He went through all of his mental files from the day he could remember, when he was three weeks old, until now.

He continued to search. He would not end his meditation until he had an answer.

It was the early hours of the morning when Sarek halted in his mental filing. He remembered a time when he had temporarily mind melded with a human in order to relieve him of pain. The human was young, he was among a small handful of humans to visit Vulcan and offer a peace treaty.


…Precisely 11 years, 11months and 4 days ago…

STARDATE: 2219.46 (Mon, Feb 15th, 2219)

Ambassador Sarek along with three other Vulcans waited patiently for the space shuttle before them to discharge the humans.

R'Va, an extremely tall Vulcan woman with long black hair, had informed Ambassador Sarek of the human's intentions for peace and unity many months prior to this day.

R'Va was head of the communications department of the Vulcan Embassy and was considered the best in her field. She would exchange information with the Communications Department of Earth and inform the Ambassador of any new, relevant news.

She was one of the four Vulcans waiting for the humans. She was the only female Vulcan present but it did not deter the interest and curiosity she had for the humans.

The first human to appear from the shuttle was a man. He was of average height, by human standards, with brown hair and a broad smile on his face. Vulcans were experts in suppressing emotions, so to see this young man before them with a huge smile, made the Vulcans inwardly flinch.

The male strode forward, the smile on his face growing larger as the man came closer. He subconsciously straightened his yellow shirt and slicked his hair back as best as he could.

The man paused to look back at his crew, who were standing at attention next to the shuttle. He used his head to motion to the others to follow him.

"Captain Christopher Pike" The man in the yellow shirt introduced himself with a hand held out in a friendly gesture. The four Vulcans flinched inwardly once again, but remained calm in appearance.

A man dressed in a deep blue robe stepped forward and whispered into Captain Pike's ear, "Ah, Captain. Vulcans are touch telepaths. Offering one's hand is considered disrespectful in their culture."

"Duly noted, Alishuka Mkuu Uhura (Descended Prince, Uhura)." Captain Pike replied in a quiet voice.

Although the man in the blue robe was trying to be discreet, all four Vulcans heard the interaction.

"You know of our customs even though Vulcan has not made unity with your Federation?" Ambassador Sarek spoke bluntly.

"I have studied your customs since I was 16 years old in hope that one day I can use my skills to interact peacefully with Vulcans." The man in the blue robe, Uhura, answered.

"Very well." Sarek responded.

Vulcan joined the Federation without much hesitation. Both Vulcan and Earth had conversed on numerous occasions before this day which made the signing of the treaty quick and simple. The treaty was signed by Captain Pike, Alishuka Mkuu Uhura, Ambassador Sarek and R'Va.

Uhura, having learnt much of the Vulcan language on Earth, was fluent enough to hold a descent Vulcan conversation.

That night, after the treaty was signed and reported to both the Earth and Vulcan Embassies, the crew from Earth were invited into Sarek's house for dinner.

Upon entering the Ambassador's house, Uhura bowed and thanked him for his hospitality. Sarek nodded his head slightly in return.

Sarek had held a dinner for the humans and tried his best to act as a host throughout the evening.

After the meal the humans began to disperse from the home. Soon only the dark-skinned man, Uhura, remained.

"I could not help but notice that you are not like the other Vulcans I've encountered." Uhura spoke in his flawless Vulcan language as he walked from the sitting room to the adjacent room where Sarek was.

"I do not understand what you mean?" Sarek answered back in Vulcan as he turned to face the dark man who had just entered the library.

"The way you move and interact with your kinsman is unlike what I see from other Vulcans." Uhura continued to converse in Vulcan. He paused to look at the old leather bound books on the bookcase before facing the Vulcan before him once more. "I cannot help but assume that you are not interested in Vulcan joining the Federation. Even though you have already agreed."

"You are quite observant for a human. I have been distracted." Sarek answered honestly. Vulcans can't lie and Sarek wasn't in the mood to tell half-truths.

"Distracted? That does not sound like the Ambassador I have read about in my files." Uhura continued to speak in Vulcan before pausing again. This time he glanced around the entire library with his hands clasped behind his back, before continuing, "I do not wish to make you uncomfortable. If you find that we are being too forceful with this treaty I will inform Captain Pike, and we shall dissolve the union immediately."

"The Peace Treaty your Federation offers Vulcan is acceptable. How I act is a more personal query I do not wish to venture into." Sarek responded in standard. He was about to usher the darker man out of the library when the front door slammed shut and four strong, determined Vulcans stormed through the foyer.

Sarek and Uhura peered out from the library to see two of the Vulcans vanish up the stairs whilst the other two remained on the ground level guarding the stair well.

A short yelped echoed from the floor above. The yelp had come from S'Reiyah. She was currently in the nursery looking after Sybok.

"Sybok." Sarek spoke quietly, but loud enough for Uhura to hear.

"Sybok?" Uhura asked equally as quiet.

"My son. One moon old. He was effected by the Zephlons." He responded to Uhura's query.

Uhura had known about the attack of the Zephlons. The event covered a significant portion of their Vulcan files. Uhura had never met a Zephlon but from what he read about them he wished he never would.

"They've come to take him." Sarek added as he boldly left the library in search for his son. Uhura followed suit. He would try his best to help the Ambassador save his son from these Vulcans.

Sarek approached the two guards quietly from behind and administered the nerve pinch to the two unsuspecting Vulcans. Before they could hit the ground Sarek had caught one limp Vulcan while Uhura caught the other. They placed the unconscious Vulcans on the ground ever so quietly and proceeded up the stairs.

Sarek didn't stop to look in any of the rooms that he and Uhura passed. He knew where the other two Vulcans were. He headed straight for the nursery.

As he and Uhura approached the room, Sarek heard the conversation on the other side of the door.

"He has been tampered with. He is Specious." One of the Vulcans said in a low, stern voice. He was talking to S'Reiyah.

"Specious or not, you have no right to take him. He does not belong to you. He is not your blood." S'Reiyah responded while standing in the corner, the baby Vulcan held tightly in her arms.

"He is misleading in appearance. He may look Vulcan but he will not act like one. Therefore, Specious. He must be removed from Vulcan. Specious Vulcans from all colonies are being evacuated. He must go." The other Vulcan said. He was equally as stern as the other Vulcan.

"T'Vel, restrain the woman." The first Vulcan said to the second Vulcan.

"Yes, Pesyan." T'Vel nodded and proceeded towards S'Reiyah who brought the child closer to her chest.

Sarek opened the door suddenly and began to attack the Vulcan named Pesyan. Pesyan had given T'Vel an order and T'Vel obeyed. Pesyan was obviously the one in charge of the sudden intrusion.

Sarek continued to fight Pesyan while T'Vel struggled to pry the child from S'Reiyah's grip. Uhura charged in and took hold of T'Vel's ears. T'Vel screamed in shock at the sudden affliction and turned to face the human.

T'Vel struck Uhura many times before Uhura noticed a pattern in his opponents attack. Ducking and weaving at the right moment Uhura landed a couple of his own punches. However, Vulcans are stronger than humans and can endure more pain. Uhura needed another plan before he collapsed.

Before Uhura could land another perfectly timed punch T'Vel turned to S'Reiyah and hit her instead, sending her unconscious form to the floor. T'Vel picked up the crying baby and made for the exit, Uhura hot on his heels.

Sarek, who had been occupied with his own fight, noticed T'Vel escape with his son, followed by Uhura. Sarek went to run after T'Vel. Pesyan grabbed hold of his leg and pulled him to the floor before taking his own leave.

Sarek was up from the floor in an instant and running after the two Vulcans. Sarek saw T'Vel approach the ledge of the first level where it looked down over foyer.

"Havok. The child." T'Vel's steady voice echoed down the hall. Sarek couldn't believe it; T'Vel was planning on throwing his son over the ledge to the Vulcan below. The Vulcan he had nerve pinched into a state of unconsciousness.

Sarek's heartbeat escalated tremendously. His son was going to fall to his death. T'Vel reached the ledge and threw the child over it without a second thought.

"Sybok!" Sarek yelled as he watched his young son fall. Rage filled his body and his logic vanished. Sarek ran full pet towards Pesyan tackling him to the ground, pinning him to the ground with his legs as he sent blow after blow to Pesyan's head.

Sybok was all Sarek had left of his late bondmate; the child they had created together, and now he had been thrown over the ledge. Sarek's murderous rage seeped through his fists as they consistently collided with Pesyan's head.

Pesyan felt Sarek's rage with each blow that contacted with his head. The physical pounding hurt, but it was nothing compared to the raw rage of the vengeful father.

T'Vel, hearing Pesyan screaming in pain, ran down the stairs and dragged the unconscious Havok along with the other Vulcan out the front entrance and into the cover of night.

Pesyan managed to extract his hand and block a blow that was aimed for his head. He quickly jabbed Sarek just above his liver, where his heart lies. Sarek crumpled to the ground in pain and let out a couple of short breaths while he watched Pesyan escape his grasp and run down the stairs.

Sarek got to his feet and quickly descended the stairs, taking five at a time. He approached the place he calculated where his son should've landed but there was no body.

But he had seen his son fly over the ledge. He was certain of it. Sarek searched the entire foyer but there was still no sign of his young son.

"Sybok." Sarek stated as if his son could respond to him. Maybe T'Vel had taken the body when he fled.

"Ambassador." Came a deep wheezy voice from the library.

"Uhura." Sarek acknowledged him as he entered the library. Uhura was a mess; his nose was clearly broken, blood and cuts covered his face, bruises were starting to form on his dark skin and his clothes were torn.

Uhura was sitting up against one of the bookcases behind a small side table. His breathing was out and his heart rate was extremely high (for a human). Uhura smiled at the Ambassador lowering the arms that had been covering his chest, only to reveal a young Vulcan baby.

"I believe this one belongs to you." Uhura stated in Sarek's language. His flawless Vulcan accent was slipping.

"How is this possible?" Sarek replied in his native tongue.

"Let's just say humans weren't made to fly." Uhura spluttered in standard.

"You jumped over the ledge?" Sarek asked in kind as he bent down to inspect his son.

Sybok was fine. He was shaken up and teary but he didn't have any lacerations or bruises. Sarek audibly sighed in relief.

"Well, yeah. Who was going to save him?" Uhura asked rhetorically.

"You are hurt." Sarek concluded as he took Sybok from Uhura and placed him in his own arms. "I can ease your pain."

"That would be much appreciated." Uhura coughed from his position. Moving was painful. He did just jump over a ledge, catch a falling baby, land on his back - winding himself and breaking a couple of ribs - before he crawled to safety.

Sarek brought his fingers to Uhura's psi points and instigated a temporary mind meld. Uhura wasn't ready and the instant intrusion on his mind was overwhelming and almost painful. He could feel Sarek quickly sifting through his thoughts.

Uhura closed his eyes to ease his pain both mentally and physically. He felt Sarek go deeper into his mind. Sarek travelled deeper past thoughts and emotions and into the place where the human nervous system was. Once he reached it he began to adjust the human's nervous system so that the pain he felt subsided.

Sarek was melded to Uhura for a period of 8.7 minutes before he carefully extracted himself from Uhura's mind. Uhura breathed deeply and tried to adjust to the unusual feeling he was currently feeling.

He felt…fine. As if he hadn't been fighting a Vulcan at all. He knew he still had broken ribs because he could feel the fractures but the pain was no longer there.

"That's amazing." Uhura smiled at the Ambassador.

"Indeed."


…Present Time…

The night after his encounter with Amanda in the guest bathroom, Sarek made sure Amanda was comfortable upon their bed before joining her.

He brought her close and informed her about the night Alishuka Mkuu Uhura saved Sybok's life.

Amanda was awestruck. That young man, who'd been no older than 20, had sacrificed his health for some Vulcan's son. A Vulcan that he was hardly acquainted with.

Sarek asked her permission to perform a mind meld to delve into her nervous system and correct whatever it may be that was causing her sickness.

Of course, she agreed. Sarek made sure he was extra careful. He didn't want to hurt or damage his wife's wellbeing. Once he extracted himself from her mind, he looked into her eyes to see if he was successful.

He was rewarded with a face that held pure beauty. Not a single sign of pain was left on her features. He was successful. He allowed himself to smile back at his wife.