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Chapter Twenty-One
Matchmakers
The Continuing SFS, Lights, Action, Camera
Drevi and Bettie entered the classroom as the group had just started to help their plates. It was not a regular meal time. There was a questioning look on Bettie's face and Nyota mouthed, 'A Job Well Done Party'. Drevi went to Nyota and inquired about where to find Spock and the others.
"They went upstairs to Sarek's office to view the response to the broadcast."
Drevi nodded, touched Bettie's arm and whispered in her ear, "I'll be in Sarek's office.
Bettie dialed her secretary and asked if any input had been received and had her unit on loud audible speaker.
"We have never had a response like this. I think the com units will go into overload. We have even had personal visits to the station inquiring about the interviewees. Bettie, this is big, big, big."
Bettie instructed that these messages be immediately forwarded to the code given. She asked Nyota the routing code. When this was supplied to her secretary these received messages started coming into the com unit in the classroom.
One of the first messages received was written entirely in Vulcan. Nyota was impressed. One of it's passages read,
'You all have changed many Terran's perception of your people. Although the revelations broadcasted were heart rendering, the overwhelming impression was this group's dignity.
Most Terrans have always thought of Vulcans as without emotion, however, my study of your language has proved that assumption incorrect. I was hoping that it might be possible for me to interact with these survivors with the view to improving my understanding of the Vulcan people and their language. If that is possible, I would appreciate an answer.'
Nyota thought to herself, 'Doesn't that sound familiar.'
A harpist had written a very beautiful message, She questioned the Vulcan that played their planet's harp.
'Was it tuned in major or minor key? How was a broad cord sustained, since it had no petals. Was the instrument mostly strummed or plucked.'
Her introduction also included this information. 'I am a musician currently working with San Francisco Philharmonic, My instrument of choice is the Terran harp an instrument I started playing at five years of age. I presently have been labeled a mate who has survived cancer…not my own, but my mates, although he succumbed six months ago.
Music has been a source of comfort for me. I hope your music is a source of healing for you.'
She does not give her age but the four agree she was a remarkable candidate.
Some of the messages were immediately discarded. Examples of the expressions that caused their disposal were, '…all of those gorgeous hunks are wifeless?'-Tossed; 'you should have had them present themselves in bathing suits'-Tossed; 'Do Vulcans dance?'-Tossed; 'I'm available!…Tossed.
Bettie was anxious to be of assistance. Nyota took her aside and asked if she could remain the contact point. She advised her that the best qualified to hopefully find bondmates for these males would be the three of them already married to Vulcans. This made them uniquely qualified to search for candidates whose qualities would make a person successful in a relationship with one of the survivors.
Bettie did not revea her present relationship with Drevi for she realized the validity of these three wives' statement.
The three wanted Bettie to realize how valuable she was so they revealed certain decisions they had already reached; that they were especially interested in widows' correspondence, because these individuals had already made a serious commitment in their lives. These three also knew that some of these widows might have had to nurse seriously ill mates. This would make them more acceptable to the Survivors who would all face Pon Farr.
Nyota asked, did Bettie have any ideas.
Thinking ahead she said, "I think if we could set up an undisclosed location, not here, of course, but away somewhere that would allow conducting personal interviews of acceptable candidates. I'm thinking you all are moving into the matchmaker stage of this project. You have the biographies of the 'Survivors' but perhaps a second written statement could be secured, with their revealing what are they looking for in a bondmate. Drevi has mentioned the availability of Betazoid females and perhaps some of these might prove to be suitable."
Nyota, Christine and Rachel seem to agree they need to gain information of a more personal nature from the males. Based on some of the talents showcased, they could assume what type of female would best compliment their talents and give them some sort of common ground with a female of interest. The three wives said they would talk to their husbands to ascertain the best way to approach that subject with their pupils.
In Sarek's office the five males were listening to live comments being made by viewers of Bettie's broadcast. Some had tearfully expressed their sorrow at the loss of Vulcan, but when faces were put on the loss, the impact whad been felt far more deeply.
There were females who covered a wide spectrum of education, talents, ages, and availability. Sarek himself had been especially impressed with an educator from Harvard. Her hair was the same color as his Amanda's. At that point it dawned on him that he too was 'A Survivor'. How strange he had never thought of himself in that context prior to this time. Perhaps he should rectify that.
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Sirin and Rachel
"So what do you think about that approach?" Rachel asked.
"I have no doubt that we need to zero in on the personal needs of these males. But remember, we have a relocation to deal with before the Survivor's domicile is discovered and the Embassy grounds become a circus."
"How will Jason be able to study with the woodcarver if he is shipped away?"
Pulling her towards him, he nuzzled her hair and said, "There is always summer vacation. Just think, ten weeks and Elizabeth will probably want to go with him…the herbalist you know…"
"Dress rehearsal is a good thing," was Rachel's response.
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Lo'vaak and Christine
"Ouch, that was a hard one," Christine sighed. Their daughter had just kicked the wind out of her. Lo'vaak sat with his back against the headboard, Christine was resting with her back against his chest. He now placed both palms on Christine's swollen abdomen, closed his eyes and sent a message, Christine heard his message to their child, "I know it is getting crowded in your warm home. Soon you will make a most difficult journey and will be welcomed by us, your ko-mekh (mother) sa-mekh and (father) who love you."
Christine then brought up the matter discussed by the wives earlier, "Lo'vaak, we three were talking about the need to explore the more personal side of our guys. We will have to begin sorting through the feedback from the broadcast. Do you think it would be difficult to have them open up to revealing their preferences, their interest outside of their trade, really, what they would want in a mate. Yeh, yeh, I know you Vulcans are private, but it would make our jobs easier."
"We four will discuss this. Now, however, perhaps we should concern ourselves with an already established relationship-ours, do you agree?"
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Spock and Nyota
"I love having T'Paal here with us. Baby, thank you for setting up another nursery on the second floor. I know she will strengthen everything we have done with the twins in the alcove-she will reinforce The Vulcan Way.
Spock raised his hand and slid it down from the top of her head, down to run his fingers through the entire length of her black tresses, as he reaches the end he brings a tendril to his lips.
He looked intently at his mate, kissing first her eyes, then her forehead and finally said,
"Nyota, I want another child. I want to see your body feed my seed. I want to see you bloom, I want to communicate with another developing mind. Will you grant me this?
"You want to start working on that tonight?"
.He then murmured, "The Terran expression is, 'Seize the moment."
"The moment! A moment! I certainly hope that this evening's effort will not be a quickie."
He hand reached for the strap of her gown and pulled it gently away as he brought his lips to her bare shoulder where years ago he had marked her.
"K'diwa, my wife, although rapidity while at work or on a star ship might have been noted, be assured, that in our personal relationship that word is not in my vocabulary nor is that concept part of my present mindset."
"I am pleased to hear that, Father of all children born from me."
"Indeed."