Chapter 50

by Starsinger

Jim and Sarek sit down to talk about a subject that will be important in the future. I'm obviously not talking about sex here! lol Since this first part doesn't contain actual sex, I think it should be alright here on fanfiction. It's just very suggestive! Don't own them.

The part of the Academy that was in charge of genetic engineering, specifically the baby Jim and T'Nara were hoping to have, was tucked into a back hallway with maybe seven rooms. The rooms were small but efficiently laid out. What almost made Jim laugh was it reminded him of those old films of sperm donor clinics. He walked in, told them his name, and was directed into a room with plenty of porn. All kinds of porn. Every conceivable alien, including humans and Vulcans, three sexes: male, female, and neutral, and many types of sex, hetero, homo, tentacle, orgies, three ways. Jim wondered if they had left anything out. Unfortunately, the naked pictures of Vulcans looked more like they were mug shots, not helping!

Jim looked at the cup he'd been handed and the part of his body that was supposed to be aroused and sighed before picking up his comm.

Jim: Are you alone?

T'Nara: Why? Aren't you at the Academy?

Jim: Yeah, and what they gave me to get the sample isn't helping.

T'Nara: Need some help?

Jim: Please!

Jim's PADD beeped as a video message was signaled to be coming in. Jim set the PADD where he could see it and turned it on. T'Nara had escaped into a restroom and winked at Jim before opening the dress, that she had conveniently donned that morning, open, button by button. Jim watched as she turned her back and threw a wink over her shoulder as she shrugged out of the garment. She was definitely doing the trick as Jim's member rose to the occasion. She turned to show him a little, lacy, red negligee that he could see right through.

Jim watched with intent, almost forgetting to grab the cup, as T'Nara reached up and thumbed the spaghetti straps of the nightwear and slowly pulled them off her shoulders and down her arms baring her breasts. Those perfect breasts did the trick as Jim soon emptied himself into the cup, twice. He picked up his comm:

Jim: Thank you. See you tonight? In that little piece?

T'Nara: Wouldn't want to waste it now that you've seen it. See you at 7. Oops. Gotta go!

Jim spent a few minutes cleaning himself up after securing the lid on the cup before exiting the room. The scientist accepted the sample, simply nodding her head, before turning back into another room. Jim had no classes this day, but he was due back at Sarek's to help him with preparations for a conference at the end of the week. Fortunately, the conference was here on Vulcan, and Jim would be attending with the Ambassador. The conference was on a very odd subject, a species that hadn't been seen by the Federation, and not by any Vulcan in thousands of years: Romulans.

Jim had mixed feelings on the subject. No one would ever know what his life would have been like if his father hadn't been killed on the Kelvin on the day he was born. His mom had worked hard but was absent, and Frank had been downright mean. Jim had grasped at the lifeline the VSA had thrown him. He had wanted to continue his education, but hadn't quite been sure how he'd managed it before the invitation to take the exam. The twists and turns his life had taken was breath taking. He might have been in jail now, or worse, at Starfleet Academy. Geoff was still in touch with him. He told him the Academy really wasn't that bad.

Jim entered the home and met Sarek in the library. "Were you successful?" Sarek asked.

"Yeah, had to get T'Nara to help though," Jim admitted turning beet red.

"Yes, I had to have similar assistance from Amanda. Through my PADD, of course," Sarek replied. Jim chuckled and nodded before retrieving his own PADD and sitting down at a table where Sarek joined him. "What do you know about Romulans?"

"Not much is known," Jim told him. "I was the baby born the day the USS Kelvin was destroyed. George Kirk was my father."

"Thousands of years ago, when the followers of Surak started to emerge, we were not united. Surak's teachings were scorned as war continued to escalate. What is not widely known is that most of Surak's acolytes were on the ships that fled Vulcan and became Romulans," Sarek told him.

Jim sat silently. When he spoke, it was deliberate, "Then, how is it you follow his teachings and not the Romulans?"

"We're not entirely sure as we have had no contact with our cousins for millennia. We can only surmise. Not all of Surak's followers boarded those ships that day, and not everyone who got on those ships followed his teachings. Perhaps, those who followed the old ways were able to overwhelm those who followed Surak," Sarek told him. "Surak died during the chaos that the attack engendered. That's how the old school Vulcans got on board the ships to begin with." Jim nodded as he made notes on his PADD.

"They fled because they feared Vulcan was doomed without Surak. It is ironic that they condemned their descendant to the lifestyle they were fleeing," Sarek said. They spent the rest of the afternoon discussing the conference, and likelihood anything would come out of it. "Are you seeing T'Nara tonight?" Sarek asked.

"Yes," Jim told him. "I've already told Amanda."

Sarek nodded his head, "Good. Jim, are you returning to Earth next year?"

"I've spoken to my family, and, no, I have no plans to return permanently to Earth. I will go for a visit after graduation," Jim responded.

"I will have a formal job offer ready for you before that time. For a more permanent position in my staff," Sarek responded.

"Thank you," Jim responded with a nod.

Yes, next chapter will include a more personal view of that negligee! Please, read and review.