Chapter 11
by Starsinger
Good news travels fast. Don't own them.
News of Siberius' birth raced with breathtaking speed across the Alpha Quadrant. Uhura and Chekov both immediately boarded the USS Armstrong, that happened to be in orbit, and it left quickly. David Rabin, Spock's old friend, came as well. T'Lar came down from Mount Seleya as soon as news reached her. Sarek himself came out to greet her. He helped her to her feet from her chair as she walked into the residence. She walked into the main room where many Vulcans had come to pay their respects to the new parents, and nodded at many of them. Spock turned from a conversation he was having with Councilor T'Mrek, to usher the old woman into the room he shared with Saavik.
T'Lar glanced at Saavik who was sleeping. She reached into the cradle and touched the tiny baby inside. Spock picked his son up and handed him to T'Lar. His son, Spock thought as he closed his eyes, he had never dreamed that this day would come. Spock watched as the old woman laid her free hand on the newborn's head in a silent blessing. "He is precious, Spock, and will bring you much satisfaction." Spock nodded.
T'Lar handed the baby back to Spock before turning to Saavik. She lay on her side facing away from the door. The old woman touched her face, "You have done well, Saavik, Vulcan's Daughter." Saavik murmured something in her sleep before settling back down. "Have you thought of a companion for the child?" T'Lar asked. Given Saavik's duties as a Starfleet officer, Sarek had sought a suitable Vulcan woman to help care for Siberius. It was difficult decision, especially on Saavik's part.
"Sarek is looking into possible companions," Spock replied. He carried his son out into the main room with T'Lar at his side.
T'Lar took the newborn and held him up for everyone to see, "This is Siberius, son of Spock, son of Sarek." The Vulcans all came to admire the newborn. The tiny boy seemed to take all this with perfect aplomb. Perrin smiled at the tiny child.
The next day brought human visitors. David Rabin, Chekov, Uhura, and even McCoy's daughter, Joanna, made the long trip to Vulcan. It was Joanna, naturally, who first held Siberius. Tears dripped down her face as she looked at the boy, "He's perfect, Spock. Just like the picture Saavik gave Dad." Uhura and Chekov both bowed their head. They also wished McCoy was here and Kirk and Scotty and Sulu. It was when Siberius was handed off to Chekov that he let his opinion of the whole situation be known with a loud wail. Spock brushed his son's head briefly and handed him off to Saavik. They watched as Saavik adjusted her top as she sat to nurse her son. Chekov and David resolutely turned their backs as nature took its course. The look Sarek directed at the human men was slightly puzzled before he left to gather more drinks for his guests.
"It's alright guys, everything's under cover," Perrin told them with a laugh. "You'd think, in the 23rd century, this wouldn't freak men out, human men anyway." David and Chekov blushed, she was right, David Rabin was a grandfather and still turning his back on nature.
Later that evening, with the baby safely ensconced in his grandfather's arms, Saavik and Spock went outside to admire the desert landscape. They had done this many times during their courtship, and it never grew old as 40 Eridani A's red color threw brilliant blues and greens across the night sky, colors so different than Earth's sunset with its blue sky. "What would you think Jim would say to all of this fuss?" Saavik asked.
"He'd be in the middle of it all," Spock replied. "He'd have been the first to hold our son. Of course, we wouldn't have named him Siberius."
Saavik leaned into her husband, she was reluctant to leave her new son in six weeks time, but that was all Starfleet could spare her. She also knew that Spock and Sarek would be around to handle things. That was when Siberius' other "grandfather" Truman Howes, came bustling through the door. He brought, of all things, flowers, or actually a plant that the flowers were attached to. It was a small cactus common to Earth's desert climes. No one ever said the man was impractical, or illogical. Saavik set it outside and introduced him to Siberius. Sarek reluctantly handed the baby over as Howes clucked over the infant. It was a perfect ending to a perfect day.
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