2010-07-01
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Summary: This takes place after the Enterprise episode called Carbon Creek It may be considered AU as I played with the names of some of the characters. It will indirectly tie into the IDIC Series. What happened to Mestral after first contact? This is his story. This is the Sequel to Return to Carbon Creek.
Authors Notes: Thoughts or Telepathy
Archive: Selek yes if you want it. Anyone else sure just let me know where it is.
Rating: From G to NC-17
By: FireStar
Eugenics a New World is Created
Part 54 Comforts
Harry Truman wondered again why he wanted to be president. He could have simply stayed home in Missouri become a farmer or tinker. Hell he could have even been a shoe salesmen. Anything had to be simpler then his current job. His respect for Franklin went up once more. To think he had taken on the job four times. The man had been a saint or insane and at this moment Harry had no idea which was right. He looked over the paper and knew that the explanation of a weather balloon had fallen flat. He could not believe the speculation in the media. More importantly he could not believe the number of UFO sightings. On the positive side only two of the last thirty four had been real. One the ship that crashed and the other a small ship Mestral had used to move supplies from Carbon Creek to the new colony. This situation was becoming very complicated. The only plus side he could see was the help that was offered by the United States newest allies in the Middle East. Arab and Israeli medical teams had flown in to help. Of course the cover was a medical exchange with the United States to foster peace. However, Harry had to admit it gave him hope. He was saddened by the loss of life and sent his condolences to Mestral and his people. Unfortunately losses happened sometimes because of accidents and he felt bad for his friend. It was hard to believe that the Vulcan ships had traveled light years only to crash on Earth. Sometime fate was a fickle thing. Harry was not a philosopher he would leave that to deep thinkers. The thing was he wondered if maybe they were pushing it? Earth was hardly peaceful and if this got out...well it could be a problem. He pushed that thought aside and prayed that the peace would come one day. Just not now, his nation was still too xenophobic to be exposed to Vulcan. It was unfortunate that their greatest hope and allies had to hide what they were.
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Heather cleaned up her nephews. They had been playing outside and like all small children were dirty and sticky. She smiled at them as they tried to escape bath time. It was rather fun to listen to toddlers try to convince you that a bath was illogical. She had to give them points for creativity. She especially liked the part about conserving water which they had come to understand was a very precious resource. She looked down at the two very serious faces and decided to counter that argument with her own version of logic. "Samuel, Seth perhaps you two should share a bath? That way we can conserve water and you can test our your new boats together."
Two small dark brows rose as one at the reminder of their new tub toys. The children looked at each other and instantly agreed. Heather resisted smiling because she knew it was the idea of playing and testing the boats that had won the boys over. She considered how Maggie had encouraged Mestral to help the boys create tub toys. The idea being that if they had something to keep them occupied they might be more inclined to take a bath. The children's minds were constantly working and it was easier to make some tasks dual purpose. Bath time had become one such activity. The boys like Mestral were not overly fond of water in large quantities. The bath and pools unnerved them deeply. Maggie had found distraction worked best to get the children and even her mate into a tub. Mestral of course was old enough to take a shower and used that method to keep clean. Maggie however, knew sometimes baths were needed. It was a good way to ease sore muscles and an easier way to clean the children. So, to that end she had Mestral help the children design boats to play with in the tub. They tested their creations and played while they got clean. Heather thought it really was not all that different then human children. Well unless you considered that their boats were scale models of a tall sailing ship.
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Mestral prepared the meal. He knew that those who were now up and about would need sustenance. The soup he made was designed to restore them and perhaps offer comfort. Maggie often made certain foods that were popular at the tavern because they were what his friends called comfort food. He was not certain he understood the concept as humans did but having a familiar meal might ease his people's anxieties. While Vulcans as a whole suppressed their emotions the crash was sufficient reason to be concerned. This ship was the largest group of his people to arrive and its crashing was going to cause some concerns. Many would grieve the loss of the crew who had fought so hard to keep them safe. They would feel guilt and remorse. Mestral knew this even as he knew his people would deny these emotions. In the end all he could do to help was prepare food and offer support and structure. In time the grieving would end and they would properly honor those who gave their lives as they moved on and built a safe and secure alternate home for his people.
TBC...
A/N: I would love to know if anyone is still reading this. Sorry for the delays in the updates.
Fire
