I nursed a cup of green tea. The warmth filled through my fingers as the winter months are dawning us. The insignia of Star Fleet on my hat stared back at me. I have yet to tell Spock of our recent 'orders' by now Admiral Pike. I am sure he would be okay with our temporary orders. I am not, that is for sure. The sound of a chair screeching against the floor brought my attention to it. My hazel eyes flicked up to the offender. I breathed out, "Spock. I am glad you can make it."

Spock gave a light nod answering, "I did say we are to talk once we reach Earth."

I waved my right hand around, "That was a couple weeks ago. I understand you had duties as first commanding officer of a star ship to make sure your new captain is acquainted with his new work load."

Spock placed his grey hat next to mine. A waitress came by once she saw I had someone sitting with me. She asked, "What can I get you?"

Spock looked at her and answered, "A chamomile tea."

The waitress nodded writing down his order before leaving the two of us be. Spock sat up straightening his grey jacket, "How... How are you feeling, T'Saraphina?"

I raked my mind to find the correct words. Finally finding the correct words I replied, "Empty. I feel empty, Spock. Our home was destroyed taking many with as well as our mother. I... I miss her."

Spock shifted in his seat for a moment. Spock's voice came out quietly, "I miss her too... I feel..."

His brows knitted together as he too thought the correct word of how he is feeling. The waitress came back with his cup of tea before leaving us alone again. I reached over placing my hand on top of his. I spoke, "You don't have to struggle finding the word for what you are feeling, Spock. I understand."

I looked away before pulling away from Spock. My back touched the steel back of my chair. Spock's brow raised. Before he opened his mouth to ask, I sputtered out, "The admiral want us to oversee the Vulcans who made it to Earth. He want us as Star Fleet's liaison for Vulcan survivors."

Spock spoke slowly, "Do you mean to ensure they are comfortable here before they head to New Vulcan wherever that may be?"

I felt my jaw clench, "Yes."

Spock understood in some way of his sister's discomfort over these temporary orders. The Vulcan council and Vulcan's inhabitants were not exactly welcoming towards her. They weren't really towards him either but more towards her. She showed more emotion than him so they turned their aggression towards her. Sometimes he felt he was on Romulus rather than Vulcan. It is Spock's turn for his jaw to clench as he saw the one person he tried to keep away from his sister.

"There you are Spock!"

My jaw unclenched as I saw Spock's stiff posture. I turned around seeing the sandy haired man with his grey hat between his body and arm. I raised an eyebrow. The sandy haired man's voice came out surprised, "Oh I didn't know you were here... Sara wasn't it?"

Spock answered before I was able to breath out a yes, "Captain I mentioned to you I was leaving for a personal family matter and would be back around 2:00 in the afternoon."

Spock's captain rolled his eyes giving Spock a nudge in the shoulder, "I told you call me Jim. I don't recall you telling me that."

Spock's eyes narrowed. I watched as my brother change in front of me. I drank the remains of my tea before standing up. I grabbed my hat placing it underneath my arm, "I must be going. I see you are needed, Spock."

Both males spoke in unison, "No!"

I raised both angled brows. My bangs cover them making it look like I have none. Spock looked at his captain, "I am sure whatever it is you need captain I can do it later."

Jim tilted his head left and right as debating whatever is going on in his head. Jim nodded, "You're right. It can be done later. Now since I am here, mind if I join you?"

Jim pulled an extra chair from a nearby table before plopping himself into the seat. I adjusted my hat underneath my arm. I could feel the tension in the air. I looked between the two males before resting on the Vulcan male. I broke the silence moving my chair underneath the table, "I shall be going. I need to check on the council as well as any other Vulcans who survived. I will see you tonight, Spock over dinner with father."

Spock gave a nod to his sister. Jim looked between the two Vulcans. I headed out of the cafe after placing my exact change for the cup of tea. Spock turned to his captain with a frown, "I in fact did tell you about a personal family matter."

Jim tore his eyes away from the exit to his first officer, "I don't recall."

Jim did remember what his first officer said but he chose to 'forget' about it. Spock's sister wasn't assigned to the Enterprise so he wouldn't be seeing her as much as his main crew. Jim mulled over the idea of having two chief engineers. Scotty and Spock's sister are at par with each other and he wouldn't be able to choose between the two. Can it happen? Two chief engineers? He may have to bring it up to the admiral to pull some strings. Spock raised an eyebrow at the smile his captain is sporting. It came out of nowhere and his captain shouldn't have anything to smile about.

The tips of my ears burn in anger as I stared at the Vulcans I did not want to see behind the councilmen. The Vulcans were being childish. One of the Vulcan councilmen spoke, "T'Saraphina. Are you listening? Your head is in the clouds."

I let out a deep breath, "No, councilman. I am listening. I thought I saw something but it is quite alright. Did you compile a list of needs for the survivors?"

Some Star Fleet cadets glanced our way when they heard our Vulcan language. Another councilman reached into their traditional Vulcan robes pulling out a piece of paper. I grabbed the paper scanning the contents. I swallowed at the thought of gathering the supplies. Spock and I would have to recruit some Star Fleet cadets or officers who are willing to help arrange this. Some Vulcans may help if we ask our father to help get some people. The Vulcan people are more favorable towards Spock than me. As my mind ran over the possibilities and ideas to help our people, a pair of brown eyes found my person. The owner of the pair of brown eyes' angled brow raised with a sneer accompanying it. I spoke after what felt like an eternity, "I will bring the supplies to the shelter. Spock will recruit any Vulcans who are willing to help as I would with any Star Fleet officers or cadets."

Sarek, who have been silent this whole time, broke away from his stare on his daughter to his fellow councilmen. I folded the paper placing it in my pocket of my skirt. A curl got loose from my bun as it fell towards my cheek. I held up the traditional Vulcan salute, "Live long and prosper, councilmen. I shall take my leave to start on the supplies."

The councilmen, including Sarek, held up their Vulcan salutes. Sarek waited for the councilmen to disperse from the two of them before speaking. "You did well, my child. What caught your attention?"

My hazel eyes met my father's brown orbs. I looked away, "Like I mentioned, father, I thought I saw something. It's alright though."

Sarek's eyes narrowed. I looked across the way at a fountain. Cadets walk towards their stations or to their classes. I spoke, "I will prepare the food for tonight. Do you have the key to my apartment, father?"

Sarek followed my eyesight before replying, "Yes. You gave it to me when we were able to go to your living quarters."

I gave a nod remembering that day. I asked, "Do you mind if you go ahead of me to my home? I have some last minute duties to finish for the Admiral."

Sarek bowed his head, "Spock is coming, is he not?"

I replied, "He is. He never objected to it."

I turned towards my father seeing his stoic facial features. My face soften at the thought of having at least one parent surviving. The death of my mother strengthen Spock, my father and I. We came closer since we reunited aboard the Enterprise. It may not seem like that to a person outside of our family but we did. I adjusted my cap on my head while moving the curly strand behind my ear. I piped up, "I shall take my leave now, father. I will see you when I get home."

Sarek gave a nod. With those as my last words to my father, I left him in the courtyard of Star Fleet Headquarters. My mind was going many miles a minute to think about the supplies as well as my Star Fleet duties to notice someone followed.