Title: Between two worlds.
Authors: Sunshine
Genre: Romance/Friendship
Rating: PG-13; probably not but may have an occasional blip
Codes: TP/Tu
Summary: Before Spock there was T'Kar, daughter of Charles of Earth and T'Pol of Vulcan. What follows is the tale of the TRUE first human/vulcan child.
Disclaimer: As much fun as owning the whole crew might be, I do not. Repeat after me: 'Paramount owns Enterprise. I'm merely an explorer of characters'. My original ideas are my own.
AN: This is not a consecutive story. Chapters happen as inspiration strikes.
WARNING:
How do I explain what I feel as I look down on this tiny scrap of life? What words contain the emotions that my collegues do not admit to or understand? I look at his mother as I hold her her son within her sight. She exudes her humanity, with all its mysterie of emotion, and I can't help but notice the total focus she has on him. A smile is curved across her face in a way I remember only from my father.
"He's beautiful." She says softly enough that only my ears catch the faint words. Even now, we are no longer alone. The father enters, stoic detachment etched across his face. He moves differently, though. The slightest hurry of his steps as he approaches his T'hy'la.
"Your son, Sarek son of Skon." I bow my head slightly as I present the small child to his father.
The slight relaxation of an eyebrow. a shallow breath released. Sarek nods his acceptance of the child. This child will be a child of Vulcan. I can't help but envy him. I am Vulcan by maternal lineage and the acceptance of a stepfather. My true paternal lineage is of earth. Yet, I am neither of Vulcan, nor of earth. I walk the invisible line this child will someday follow. May he find it easier than I.
"Mother."
A familiar voice reached T'Pol's ears, even as a very familiar set of footsteps echoed through the antechamber of the home. "T'Kar." And then a heartbeat later she asked. "Is it done?"
T'Kar blew out a calming breath. "It is."
"The child was accepted?"
"He was." T'Pol reached unseeing hands toward her daughter and gently brushed across my face. It was a gesture that both were acustomed to. After a moment, T'Kar gently removed her hands.
"I must bid you goodnite." T'Kar spoke softly.
She nodded. Her daughter would have responsibilities with the morning light. Even now, she had things that needed to be done. That was the way of things. She was without many things, so she took the opportunity to make her way to the evening porch. Experience of a thousand such nights allowed her to navigate, even with the blindness that now blackened even the highest noon day sun.
T'Pol faced out into the cool evening breeze rolling in across the desert. She couldn't see the pale evening light or the twin moons rising beyond the mountains that bordered the southeastern expanse of desert. A lilting song caught her attention, and she turned her head to listen to the gently vibrations. Another memory quickly stemmed from that one, drawing her back to a time long ago.
Authors: Sunshine
Genre: Romance/Friendship
Rating: PG-13; probably not but may have an occasional blip
Codes: TP/Tu
Summary: Before Spock there was T'Kar, daughter of Charles of Earth and T'Pol of Vulcan. What follows is the tale of the TRUE first human/vulcan child.
Disclaimer: As much fun as owning the whole crew might be, I do not. Repeat after me: 'Paramount owns Enterprise. I'm merely an explorer of characters'. My original ideas are my own.
AN: This is not a consecutive story. Chapters happen as inspiration strikes.
WARNING:
How do I explain what I feel as I look down on this tiny scrap of life? What words contain the emotions that my collegues do not admit to or understand? I look at his mother as I hold her her son within her sight. She exudes her humanity, with all its mysterie of emotion, and I can't help but notice the total focus she has on him. A smile is curved across her face in a way I remember only from my father.
"He's beautiful." She says softly enough that only my ears catch the faint words. Even now, we are no longer alone. The father enters, stoic detachment etched across his face. He moves differently, though. The slightest hurry of his steps as he approaches his T'hy'la.
"Your son, Sarek son of Skon." I bow my head slightly as I present the small child to his father.
The slight relaxation of an eyebrow. a shallow breath released. Sarek nods his acceptance of the child. This child will be a child of Vulcan. I can't help but envy him. I am Vulcan by maternal lineage and the acceptance of a stepfather. My true paternal lineage is of earth. Yet, I am neither of Vulcan, nor of earth. I walk the invisible line this child will someday follow. May he find it easier than I.
"Mother."
A familiar voice reached T'Pol's ears, even as a very familiar set of footsteps echoed through the antechamber of the home. "T'Kar." And then a heartbeat later she asked. "Is it done?"
T'Kar blew out a calming breath. "It is."
"The child was accepted?"
"He was." T'Pol reached unseeing hands toward her daughter and gently brushed across my face. It was a gesture that both were acustomed to. After a moment, T'Kar gently removed her hands.
"I must bid you goodnite." T'Kar spoke softly.
She nodded. Her daughter would have responsibilities with the morning light. Even now, she had things that needed to be done. That was the way of things. She was without many things, so she took the opportunity to make her way to the evening porch. Experience of a thousand such nights allowed her to navigate, even with the blindness that now blackened even the highest noon day sun.
T'Pol faced out into the cool evening breeze rolling in across the desert. She couldn't see the pale evening light or the twin moons rising beyond the mountains that bordered the southeastern expanse of desert. A lilting song caught her attention, and she turned her head to listen to the gently vibrations. Another memory quickly stemmed from that one, drawing her back to a time long ago.