Chapter 66 - Pu-tor Abru' Thal Shaht! - Tidying Up Loose Ends!

T'Vol was still guarding, not guarding, the door. She had an amazing ability to deflect those who wanted to enter the room onto a different course of action, thus any potential 'complications' were avoided, apart from the complication regarding Mr Scott, which she would deal with later.

Senek had just informed her that the situation was under-control, however, they were in need of a healer for Sordd's minor injury to his face. T'Vol gave the order for Mr Kennedy to be removed, discretely, from the room and placed in temporary accommodation, being the brig of one of the Embassy Security Cruisers. It would be a good few hours before Mr Kennedy came out of the 'pinch' and by then he would be back in San Francisco, where he would be moved from the brig of the cruiser to the brig at the Vulcan Embassy. (Another little know fact is that the Vulcan Embassy has a brig, but please keep that a secret as it is 'classified.') Vulcan Security would leave the Vulcan and Terran authorities to iron out the technicalities of the situation, T'Vol was inwardly thankful that it was not part of her job.

Peter and Adam arrived back, with two glasses of kassa juice for T'Shahel, which she took from their hands.

"I have another mission for you," T'Vol said, "if you would find that agreeable?" she asked.

"Yes, what is it?" the boys replied, eyes bright with excitement.

"Could you locate Hakausu Sakht and tell him that I require his assistance?" she replied neutrally.

The boys looked again at T'Shahel, thinking that she must be unwell. They immediately turned tail and went to find Hakausu Sakht as quickly as they could.

T'Vol with her excellent Vulcan hearing overheard the boys talking.

"I want to be a Vulcan security officer when I grow up," Adam said.

"You can't!" Peter replied.

"Why not?" Adam asked slightly affronted.

"Because you are not a Vulcan!" Peter exclaimed. "You have to be a Vulcan to be part of Vulcan security."

"I don't think that matters," Adam replied indignantly, "Mum says I can be anything I want to be... I have skills they might find useful..."

T'Vol was left wondering what those 'skills' might be...

*'*

After Sordd pinched Michael out he immediately stood up and went to move to be beside his wife. Sordd would stay at Mimi's side for the rest of the day, sticking to her like super glue.

As he approached Mimi, Mr Scott made eye contact with him and smiled, "Grand job son!" he said, "I couldn't have done it better my self." He then quietly left the room closing the door tightly behind him.

Mimi's face was white as a sheet, she was looking at Michael lying on the floor. "Is he dead?" she asked with a note of concern in her voice. Worried for Sordd and the potential ramifications, but also worried for Michael, much as she detested the man she didn't want him to die.

"No, Ashayam," he replied. A wave of relief rolled over her face. Sordd gently turned her head so she was looking at him. "Look at me Ashayam," Sordd said softly. It was most regrettable she had been there to see the fight. "I'm here. You are safe," he said. Holding her close he scanned her over with his eyes, looking for injuries, he was relieved to see that she was unharmed.

"T'nash-veh?' he asked, as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Although he was not fevered, and still largely in control of his logical faculties, none the less he had just fought a man for his bondmate, and he needed... he needed her 'reassurance.'

She looked up into his eyes, "Ha," she replied, "T'nash-vu!" she said reassuringly.

"Taluhk nash-veh k'dular," he continued to look intently at her, studying her face.

"Taluhk nash-veh k'dular," she replied softly. Sordd was possessive, but in a different way to Michael. Michael was controlling and manipulating. Sordd made her feel safe, secure, protected and cherished, no loved. Was there any real difference between the two words she thought to herself. Mimi desperately wanted to kiss him, but knew it was too public a space...

As if reading her thoughts, Sordd placed his hand at the small of her back and drew her to himself, he leaned down to gently kiss her on the lips. The other Vulcans in the room discreetly turned away, busying themselves with making sure the room looked like nothing had happened in it.

After a short time Mimi pulled away from the kiss. "Sordd your cheek, it's hurt," she said while very gently placing her fingers on the bruise, which was turning a vivid dark green colour.

"It is of no consequence Ashayam," he replied. "All that matters is that you are unharmed."

"Please, you need to get it seen to," she said, while still holding him close.

Healer Sakht interrupted the couple, "Hakausu Sordd," he said, emphasising the Hakausu. He very slowly and carefully approached the couple.

Sordd turned so that he was between Mimi and the male intruder, in order to protect her. He would not allow any other male to come between them today.

Sakht stopped and then bowed his head in deference, normally the younger would bow to the elder but on these occasions it was wise to show that you were not a threat. He kept his eyes solely on Sordd, making sure he did not make eye contact with Mimi. "Hakausu Sordd, I have come to assess your injuries," he said softly, with not a hint of aggression in his voice.

"They are of no consequence," Sordd replied neutrally, reiterating his statement made earlier to Mimi. "I do not require any assistance."

Sakht raised an eyebrow, more than aware that they still had the wedding meal and an activity called the 'Grand March' to undertake. It would not do for the other wedding guests to see that Sordd had been involved in a 'puk-tor.'

"Please, Sordd. For me," Mimi whispered in his ear while gently smoothing down his ruffled hair.

Sordd's jaw clenched, he did not want anyone near his wife. He was conflicted! After a short pause he nodded his head towards Sakht, if it pleased she who was his wife for him to receive medical assistance he would allow it, but only because she had made the request. Sakht carefully approached the couple.

By the time Sakht had treated Sordd for his injuries Sordd had sufficiently calmed down, "Hakausu Sakht, thank you for your service," he said neutrally.

"I come to serve," Sakht replied while packing away the dermal regenerator.

"The kobat'esy is in need of assistance," Sordd's jaw clenched as he said this, "I can not..."

"Understood," Sakht replied. It was understandable that Sordd could not treat the man. "I will see to it."

"Thank you." Sordd said.

*'*

For the rest of the evening the Vulcans in the company had the sense to remain at a respectful distance from Mimi and Sordd, well Sordd really. They also somehow managed to deflect a number of Terran males, who in fairness to them only wanted to congratulate the couple on their wedding day, from getting too close. Both the meal, without any speeches, loud cheers!, and the 'Grand March' passed without incident.

*'*

Towards the end of the evening T'Vol approached Mr Scott, who was sipping on a glass of whisky. "Mr Scott can I hold council with you?" she asked flatly.

"Aye lass, what can I do for you?" Hugh replied.

"It's concerning the altercation in the gallery," she replied.

"What altercation would that be?" he asked with a look of confusion on his face.

"The altercation in the gallery, concerning Mr Kennedy," T'Vol replied.

"I haven't a clue what you are talking about lassie," he said with a smile on his face, "I didnae see a thing!" he winked. In reality it was the best thing he had witnessed in years! Hugh paused for a moment looking at the young Vulcan woman, well she was young to him, "I think you could do with a wee dram lassie," he said changing the subject. "Have you ever tried a Benromach, 15 year old, Speyside, Single Malt Scotch Whisky?" he asked.

T'Vol raised an eyebrow... "I am un-familiar with any kind of whisky," she replied neutrally, "can you tell me more about it?"

"Well, the lusciously rich Benromach Speyside single malt, is a fruity, chocolatey and lightly smoky dram. Let me just check though, am I right in thinking that Vulcans are NOT allergic to chocolate?" he asked

"You are correct, Mr Scott," she replied. "Vulcans are not allergic to chocolate."

"Call me Hugh," he said... "Come over here lassie and let me get you one ..."

*'*

Notes

t'nash-veh - belonging to me

T'nash-vu - I belong to you

Taluhk nash-veh k'dular - I cherish thee

puk-tor - fight