Meaningful Silences
Rated: PG-13. May go up later depending on the direction the story takes.
Pairing: K/S (Although nothing explicit.)
A.N.: Takes place before and during 'The Search For Spock', May be somewhat inaccurate due to my foggy memories of the movie, but this was just banging around in my head. This is my first attempt at Star Trek fiction so any feedback is appreciated. Enjoy.
Sorry this is the rewritten version. It seems I forgot a few key events in the films.
A Stilted Dialogue
As Kirk followed Sarek into the Vulcan Consulate a sense of irony surrounded him. Considering Spock's complete lack of a relationship with his father, it suddenly struck Jim as amusing that here he was a mere eight days after his death and he was having a late night meeting with Sarek.
Where as Spock's rational responses put Kirk at ease and over time became a sort of private joke between them, the rigidity of Spock's father only reminded him of how much he'd lost after the death of his best friend. Watching Sarek covertly, Kirk noticed a slight tightening around his eyes, but no other symptoms that he was other than in perfect health, physically and emotionally.
Not many people would have guessed that he had just lost his only son a few days prior. Suddenly Kirk felt the need to rage at Sarek for his emotionless in the face of the shining light his son had becom4e to Kirk. For him to look like nothing of importance had happened, while leading Kirk god knows where … well it was suddenly unthinkable. Kirk clenched his fists at his side desperately trying to keep his bubbling emotions under tight control.
It never occurred to Jim that anyone looking upon him would have many of the same thoughts. In fact his face, if possible, was even more impassive than Sarek's had been. Without realizing it, Jim was compartmentalizing his distress and locking it away, so that even Sarek with his empathic gifts would be hard pressed to sense anything but utter calm.
Quite ironically some would say, that the man who did everything in his power to familiarize Spock with emotions and their appeal, had all but refused to feel much of anything since the Vulcan's death a week earlier. As they both made their way through the empty corridors of the Consulate, Kirk unconsciously imitated Sarek's gait. On the Vulcan the staid posture looked natural, on Kirk it seemed false somehow, out of character for the usually social butterfly.
Unaware of the signals his body language was subtly giving out to Sarek, Jim continued to stride rigidly at the Ambassador's side, until at long last they had entered the Ambassadorial Wing, leading to Sarek's suites. The silence was getting to Kirk like nothing else had been able to since Spock's death. He felt even more alone then before, even with a relative of his first officer near to him. Sarek gestured him into his temporary office and quietly served Vulcan herbal tea, before sitting at his desk.
As Jim sipped his tea waiting for Sarek to explain his reason for wanting to speak to the Admiral, Kirk busied himself staring at the well-tended fire. The room was kept at Vulcan norm, so was a bit hot for Jim, although he had gotten used to the higher temperatures when around his Vulcan. Somehow it seemed more uncomfortable sitting across from Sarek however.
When the silence became somewhat uncomfortable Kirk redirected his attention on the Ambassador, to find him gazing at straight back with a curious expression on his face. Kirk did not have the patience or even the inclination to determine the meaning of the look and simply stared back in silence.
"You wished to speak to me Ambassador?" Kirk asked, unable to keep the utter exhaustion out of his voice.
"Yes. I have attempted to get a hold of you on two consecutive occasions with no response." Sarek responded disapprovingly. "It was most fortunate that I stumbled upon you on your run."
After Sarek mentioned his rather desperate jog, Kirk suddenly realized his state of dress, or more accurately his state of undress. In comparison to Sarek, who was impeccably dressed in Vulcan dress robes even this late into the night; Kirk was casually dressed in running pants and a t-shirt with sweat running off his body in torrents.
"Quite fortuitous." Kirk mechanically agreed, staring at the Ambassador. "As I believe I mentioned, I was planning on contacting you first thing in the morning. What can I help you with Ambassador?"
"I have heard about you Doctor's condition." Sarek responded. "At first I thought nothing of it. I am not deeply familiar with Human physiology despite my choice in mates, and it didn't strike me as odd. While I was occupied with consoling my wife, Vulcan's top doctors happened to mention the good doctor's condition to me."
Here Sarek stopped as if waiting for Kirk to explain, but Kirk merely responded with a raised eyebrow in question.
"Since you had left so quickly, I had not gotten the chance to question you about my son's Katra."
"His what?" Jim asked in confusion.
"Katra. Essence, soul." Sarek explained further. "I had assumed it would be dormant with no Vulcan and/or bondmate to transfer it to on the Enterprise at the time of his death, but when McCoy began saying that he was hearing Spock speak to him, I knew that my son still lived, at least in essence. Now all that remains is finding his body on Genesis."
Rated: PG-13. May go up later depending on the direction the story takes.
Pairing: K/S (Although nothing explicit.)
A.N.: Takes place before and during 'The Search For Spock', May be somewhat inaccurate due to my foggy memories of the movie, but this was just banging around in my head. This is my first attempt at Star Trek fiction so any feedback is appreciated. Enjoy.
Sorry this is the rewritten version. It seems I forgot a few key events in the films.
A Stilted Dialogue
As Kirk followed Sarek into the Vulcan Consulate a sense of irony surrounded him. Considering Spock's complete lack of a relationship with his father, it suddenly struck Jim as amusing that here he was a mere eight days after his death and he was having a late night meeting with Sarek.
Where as Spock's rational responses put Kirk at ease and over time became a sort of private joke between them, the rigidity of Spock's father only reminded him of how much he'd lost after the death of his best friend. Watching Sarek covertly, Kirk noticed a slight tightening around his eyes, but no other symptoms that he was other than in perfect health, physically and emotionally.
Not many people would have guessed that he had just lost his only son a few days prior. Suddenly Kirk felt the need to rage at Sarek for his emotionless in the face of the shining light his son had becom4e to Kirk. For him to look like nothing of importance had happened, while leading Kirk god knows where … well it was suddenly unthinkable. Kirk clenched his fists at his side desperately trying to keep his bubbling emotions under tight control.
It never occurred to Jim that anyone looking upon him would have many of the same thoughts. In fact his face, if possible, was even more impassive than Sarek's had been. Without realizing it, Jim was compartmentalizing his distress and locking it away, so that even Sarek with his empathic gifts would be hard pressed to sense anything but utter calm.
Quite ironically some would say, that the man who did everything in his power to familiarize Spock with emotions and their appeal, had all but refused to feel much of anything since the Vulcan's death a week earlier. As they both made their way through the empty corridors of the Consulate, Kirk unconsciously imitated Sarek's gait. On the Vulcan the staid posture looked natural, on Kirk it seemed false somehow, out of character for the usually social butterfly.
Unaware of the signals his body language was subtly giving out to Sarek, Jim continued to stride rigidly at the Ambassador's side, until at long last they had entered the Ambassadorial Wing, leading to Sarek's suites. The silence was getting to Kirk like nothing else had been able to since Spock's death. He felt even more alone then before, even with a relative of his first officer near to him. Sarek gestured him into his temporary office and quietly served Vulcan herbal tea, before sitting at his desk.
As Jim sipped his tea waiting for Sarek to explain his reason for wanting to speak to the Admiral, Kirk busied himself staring at the well-tended fire. The room was kept at Vulcan norm, so was a bit hot for Jim, although he had gotten used to the higher temperatures when around his Vulcan. Somehow it seemed more uncomfortable sitting across from Sarek however.
When the silence became somewhat uncomfortable Kirk redirected his attention on the Ambassador, to find him gazing at straight back with a curious expression on his face. Kirk did not have the patience or even the inclination to determine the meaning of the look and simply stared back in silence.
"You wished to speak to me Ambassador?" Kirk asked, unable to keep the utter exhaustion out of his voice.
"Yes. I have attempted to get a hold of you on two consecutive occasions with no response." Sarek responded disapprovingly. "It was most fortunate that I stumbled upon you on your run."
After Sarek mentioned his rather desperate jog, Kirk suddenly realized his state of dress, or more accurately his state of undress. In comparison to Sarek, who was impeccably dressed in Vulcan dress robes even this late into the night; Kirk was casually dressed in running pants and a t-shirt with sweat running off his body in torrents.
"Quite fortuitous." Kirk mechanically agreed, staring at the Ambassador. "As I believe I mentioned, I was planning on contacting you first thing in the morning. What can I help you with Ambassador?"
"I have heard about you Doctor's condition." Sarek responded. "At first I thought nothing of it. I am not deeply familiar with Human physiology despite my choice in mates, and it didn't strike me as odd. While I was occupied with consoling my wife, Vulcan's top doctors happened to mention the good doctor's condition to me."
Here Sarek stopped as if waiting for Kirk to explain, but Kirk merely responded with a raised eyebrow in question.
"Since you had left so quickly, I had not gotten the chance to question you about my son's Katra."
"His what?" Jim asked in confusion.
"Katra. Essence, soul." Sarek explained further. "I had assumed it would be dormant with no Vulcan and/or bondmate to transfer it to on the Enterprise at the time of his death, but when McCoy began saying that he was hearing Spock speak to him, I knew that my son still lived, at least in essence. Now all that remains is finding his body on Genesis."