Title: Honto Ni (part 5)
Author: Lt Sarita of Vulcan
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek or any thing to do with it . . .
Summary: an AU- dinner date, what a mother does to make her son happy.
-Part five-
Spock, wearing dark, indigo robes, beamed down from Enterprise to his family's townhouse in ShiKahr. He settled into the seating area with one of his father's books as he waited for his mother.
Outside the gate, Saavik walked up in flowing lavender that unknowingly accentuated her curves. High stone walls and a metal gate stood in front of her with a comm panel next to them. Saavik held down the control and announced herself. "Lady Amanda, it is Saavik. I have come as asked."
Inside the house, Spock's reading was interrupted by her voice coming into the room. He looked around, and noted it coming from the intercom. He laid down the book and answered. "Spock here. How may I be of service?"
"Greetings, Spock. If you would unlock the gate, Lady Amanda invited me for the evening meal."
"I will meet you at the front door, Saavik." He keyed in the entrance code even as he wondered why his mother invited Saavik to join them.
Saavik heard a lock click and pushed the gate open to reveal a rich garden, common to Vulcan's homes, flanking the path to the townhouse doors. She closed the gate behind her before walking slowly along the path, drinking in the serenity and exotic combinations. Spock stood at the lower step, awaiting her to come near.
He nodded to her, then held at one arm toward the open door. "Be welcome to our home, Saavik. My mother, however, is not here at the moment."
She nodded, even as she said, "That is odd. She has never failed to be where she said before this."
"That is true." He locked eyes with Saavik for a brief moment before she entered the house. He led her to the family room with its soft warm colors filling the room with brightness. He noticed for the first time that music played in the house; Amanda must have left it on before she had to leave. Spock sat down again and picked up a new book off the end table, pretending to read.
Saavik walked along the wall, looking at the pictures displayed of Amanda, Spock, and another Vulcan who could only be Ambassador Sarek.
He looks like his father but his eyes are from Amanda . . . ' Unconsciously, her mouth lifted at one corner as a feeling of contentment filled her.
Just as she went to sit down, the computer beeped. Spock crossed to the hall out of her view. When he returned, he said, "Saavik, my mother just called. She says we should begin the meal without her or my father."
"As she wishes then."
He nodded. "I will prepare the meal. May I offer you refreshment in the meantime?"
Now she nodded as she followed him. He opened a bottle of wine that was left on the counter, and poured two glasses, handing one to her. She sat down and watched him take over and cook.
Spock notes that Saavik watch his movements, he boils water as he pulled out rice and to add to the water. He cut fruits adding sugar over them, he works on simple meal for them. Saavik sits there quickly watching him.
At times Spock noted how this young woman played with the eager of her wine glass. 'Who is this woman . . . why did mother not come for her dinner party . . . ?' Spock finishes cooking the last of the vegetables and plates them. "Saavik, can you help me move the meal to the table?"
She nods, taking the fruit and rice over to the kitchen table as Spock bruins over the wine, vegetables, rice and smaller plates for them. "Should we eat before your parents come?" she asked "or should we wait?"
"Mother said to start without them and they will be there soon." Spock placed the meal on two plates and placed one in front of Saavik.
They started on the mea, but before long Spock's eyes drifted from his plate to the bright eye woman seated across from him.
Saavik felt his eyes on her. She looked up quickly and his eyes darted away. "Why are you staring at me?"
He took another bite of his meal before he replied. "I apologize, Saavik. My intentions were not to stare." After a moment, he changed the subject. "My mother has said you are interested in joining Starfleet. Is this correct?"
"Yes, I enter the Academy next semester." She sipped her wine. "Amanda told me you serve on the Enterprise."
"Yes, I have recently been promoted to Captain, and given an opportunity to be an instructor at the Academy."
"Are you going to take the position, Spock?"
"I do believe so. I planned to tell my parents today."
"I suppose this means, I'm having dinner with my teacher." Her teasing was lost on him.
"Only, Saavik, if you will be studying in the science department. Have you chosen a course of study?"
"I have been thinking of Command, Security, or Science, but I have not decided at this time."
They finished the meal in silence; Spock removed the plates and then refilled the glasses. He looked at the beautiful young woman before him as he listened to the music. Saavik sat with her legs crossed at the ankles, poised and with bearing. A sudden, shy light in her eyes was let out for him to see.
She enjoyed the sight of the Vulcan male in front of her.
In an uncertain movement, she rose slowly, moving passed him, unknowingly doing so with a grace enhanced by the underlying music. Where is Amanda? She should be here by now.
"Saavik, do you wish to…" He trailed off. Saavik turned to see him unsure of himself, which did not fit his character in the least.
"Wish to what, Spock?" She know what she'd like to do.
"Dance, Saavik?" he finally said after a minute. "I do not know if you have ever studied the art form...?" He held out his hand in hope of his wish to be granted
Saavik moved her hand to his. "I have not. Does that matter?"
"No. It has been a time since I have danced, and this will provide me with a good opportunity to re-learn it as I instruct you in its form." He led them back to the seating area where the music played in the background, held Saavik in his strong arms and they moved side to side to the music until the song ended. They stood there looking into the other's eyes as the only sound to be heard was the other's breathing.
For minutes, they stood this way before their keen hearing heard someone else in the house. The two parted to separate chairs until down the hall came Amanda.
"Good evening, my dears." She smiled at them. "I apologize about missing this evening, but the meeting took much longer than I thought. Saavik, did Spock take care of the meal?"
"Yes, Amanda." Saavik said, making eye contact with her friend. "Your son has been a most excellent host."
"Good."Amanda sat down next to Saavik. "What have you two been doing to pass the time?" she smirked to Spock
"We sat and talked until you came in, Amanda," Saavik replied as Spock nodded in agreement with her.
Amanda shook her head knowing all too well her plan was past stage one and going into the next. "Saavik, you should return home before T'Pren has my head."
Saavik nodded, then began to get up as Amanda spoke again. "Spock, will you walk her home before you return to the Enterprise?"
He didn't even point out that Saavik didn't need an escort on Vulcan. "Yes, Mother."
He rose and walked beside Saavik through the starlit night to her home. Neither of them said anything, only quietly enjoyed the other's presence, until they reached her gate.
"Good evening, Saavik."
"Good evening, Spock."
She walked into her home and he beamed to his waiting ship, both of them missing T'Pren watching them from her own garden, a knowing light sparking her eyes.