Sara awoke hours before the rising sun. Yes, she was completely nauseous, and she possessed a raging headache. She briefly looked over to the body lying beside her. Soval appeared to be passed out. His breathing was rugged. Sara slightly stroked his forehead. It was still quite warm. Vulcan's were biologically warmer than humans. Thankfully, though, his temperature felt like it was now back to normal.
Sara attempted to remove herself from his entanglement. She was currently pulled up close. His arms were wrapped around her body, gripping her for his dear life. Sara slowly pushed off his shoulders. She heard him take a sharp breath and then murmur something unintelligible in Vulcan.
Sara moved off the bed. She didn't even think to find a cup. Sara simply bolted for the sink, drinking out of the faucet. She stayed there for a full minute. Then she collapsed to the floor. Her body streaked in pain, and her head was pounding. Out of pure frustration, she simply rested her head against the back of the cabinet.
Sara couldn't bring herself to cry. She didn't have enough liquid. A few minutes later, she reluctantly opened her eyes to ruffling sound. Soval was standing outside the bedroom, scanning the room. When his eyes found hers, he advanced toward her. "Soval," She cried in fear. "Shhh," He said with some pain, "It is over."
Soval picked up her body. She felt him slightly stagger. Sara then became fully aware of the fact that she was nude before him. She saw he was wearing nothing but a loincloth. He moved and then laid her down on the coach in the living room. He proceeded to leave the room.
She heard rippling through the cabinets. Sara wondered immediately where she was. When Soval returned, he held an alien device. "I trust you are acquainted with the thermal high – generator?" He inquired as he moved it over her bite-marks and bruises. Sara gave him an odd look, but then nodded her head. Humans were often not permitted access to advanced Vulcan technology. She usually would have been fascinated. However, now, she could not bring herself to acknowledge the intriguing device's existence.
When Soval was done, he placed the device on the coffee table next to the coach. He then moved his hand under her jaw and pushed back her hair. "Sara," He said instead of his typical Mrs. Archer. "I am so sorry." His voice cracked. If Sara didn't know any better, she could have sworn he was about to cry. She immediately wondered if this Pon Farr had emotional after effects.
Sara just starred into his eyes and then nodded her head. " I know." She finally responded. Everything made sense now; especially that kiss he had given her seven years ago. Soval had been under the influence of this Pon Farr. He had tried to protect her by refusing her then.
"I meant what I said all those years ago." Soval looked confused for a moment. However, she didn't clarify her words. After her adolescent mistake, a few weeks later – after he had completed his Pon Farr cycle and returned from wherever he had disappeared to - he had appeared to her. Their true final discussion had been very disagreeable. So disagreeable she choose to block it from her mind so she would not have to remember it as their true final conversation.
Soval had scolded her for her actions. Making her promise him to keep away from the remainder of his staff, and yet not fully clarifying the state of his condition. During this time, Sara had confessed that she loved him. Soval had dismissed her. Insisting that she was to young to fully comprehend her actions, Soval sent her away.
Soval's eyes finally narrowed his eyes in comprehension. He moved and sat down on the coach next to her. Sara placed her head on his chest. "You are so young." He murmured more to himself than to her. "I am not a little kid anymore." Soval didn't even respond to that.
Sara knotted her hands through his white chest hair. He briefly caressed her hair. It was so late. Sara wanted to close her eyes. "What time is it?" Soval whispered into her ear. "0103." Sara looked up. "And how long did we …" Soval interrupted her: "Two days."
Sara nodded her head: "Emily and Jonathan are going to kill me." Soval raised eyebrow. "Don't worry, your secret is safe with me." He nodded his head. "I need a shower." She attempted to push up. Sara could only imagine what types of bodily fluids were on her.
She found she was too stiff to move. Internal pain bolted through her system. "I guess that is going to have to wait." Soval spoke: "If you require assistance …" Sara shook her head: "I am exhausted." She further caressed his chest. Everything was so dark. The only exception was the kitchen light.
Sara looked upward. She found that he wasn't even looking at her. Her hand reached up to move toward his face. He was completely frowning. "What?" She asked. " I should have never involved a human in a Vulcan matter like this." Guilt was subconsciously leaking his voice. Sara just frowned. He moved his head away from her touch. She then raised her voice: "Ya, no shit, Soval." He was completely silent.
She then shifted away from him. "You can't change what happened. And before you ask: No, I won't tell anyone. Not for your sake, but for mine. I am a doctor, and I took an oath to maintain the confidentiality between me and my patient." Sara attempted to sit up. Then, she was struck back down by soreness. "Your lucky I have known you my entire life. Whether you like it or not, I know all your ridiculous little quirks. I knew something wasn't right the moment I saw you!"
Soval twisted his neck in her direction: "And yet you choose to pursue me? I was under the influence of abhorrent symptoms of Pon Farr. You claim you were fully aware I was not in my right state mind, and yet you sought to take advantage of my lack of control for your own physical gratification."
Sara raised her voice: "Hey, do not make this out to be my fault! Especially after what I just did for you. Besides, had you been any other Vulcan man, or just man period, I would have shot your ass in your sleep after we did what we did!"
Soval appeared to be breathing heavily now. He flared his nostrils.
Sara attempted to move off the coach, but she simply collapsed on the floor. Soval moved to pick her up in his arms. "You bastard. I can handle myself." Sara stated. Soval simply raised an eyebrow: "I can assure you during the time of my conception my parents were married." Sara shook her head: "That is not what I meant!" She then spoke again in hopes to irritate him: "I hope your spawn are bastards, pointers." That was the Vulcan equivalent of you Son of a Bitch, except directing an insult towards one's offspring - she had learned from complements of Strom- was far more insulting.
Soval carried her across the room. "Dully noted." Cynicism lurked in his voice. She shook her head into his chest. Soval then sat her on the bed. "Where are we?" Soval didn't even speak. He began searching through the closet. Soval pulled out a sweat suit. "Put this on." He ordered.
He then left the room. Well, I guess she had succeeded. He was mad. Even if Soval didn't show it, he was really mad. Sara starred outside the door. She immediately felt like she was seventeen again. Just watching him stamp out that door, watching him leave her aroused so many unpleasant memories. What had happened between them? At one point of her life, she would have considered him a friend. Now, however, things were just screwed up.
Sara shook her head and dressed. She attempted to avoid screeching in pain. The inside of her thighs were practically raw. Tears briefly erupted from her eyes. Sara heard the door open from behind. She knew instantly it was Soval. He was now completely clothed – not that she cared to turn around. He came briefly up from behind her and injected a hypospray into her neck.
Sara felt her body engulfed in pure relief. She breathed in and out hastily. "Relax," Soval murmured into her ear, and placed his arm around her body to keep her from falling. Sara subconsciously leaned back into his embrace for her limbs could not support her. She slightly turned her head around and gazed into his eyes. For a moment, and only a moment, she saw the true man concealed behind his stoic demeanor.
There was a sense of vulnerability hidden behind the depths of his katra. When she looked at him, she saw more than just a Vulcan Ambassador. This was a man who had essentially walked beside her her entire life. He was her childhood hero and secret love. For some odd reason, Sara felt as if she could actually feel his vulnerabilities, his loneliness. She began to start sobbing.
No matter how Un-Vulcan the situation was, Soval's next actions would always be remembered. What she had just been through was so traumatic she could not even rationalize the encounter. Sara hated, no she abhorred the retched monster she had been forced to endure for nearly two days. And yet, she deeply cared for the man who stood before her.
Sara lost balanced and fell into his arms. She expected that Soval would move her to another location. But instead, the two just stood there. Sara simply cried into his shoulder. By the time she pulled back he was completely placid. He did, however, lean in and rest his forehead against her. A sense of calmness filled her for no apparent reason. His hands stroked tears off her cheeks. " You are far to young and beautiful to be shedding such tears. Especially because an insolent fool such as myself."
He proceeded to whisper in her ear: " You were always such a brilliant child. And your passion to learn was always admired." He then lowered his voice: "Especially by me." He then took a breath: "I had hoped during your time spent at university you would find …. a well versed mate. That you would move away from your … unorthodox attraction towards me." A tear dripped down Sara's eye.
Soval flinched and then cleared his voice: "My expectations were apparently not reasonable." Sara shook her. She could not bear this right now. Not after everything that had just happened. Soval persisted: " I always was aware of your interest in me." Sara gave him an odd look. "Your insinuation with Shakespeare, while a times was quite mind bending, was in fact quite … direct." The woman then blushed. So he had noticed her as an adolescent.
"Nevertheless, while I am sure you would have preferred … other alternatives, I have always had your best interests- what do humans say – at heart? You say you love me, Mrs. Archer. I do not necessarily doubt your affections. But if I reciprocated your desires, I would be defying everything I have been taught regarding my Vulcan heritage, but more importantly, I would be holding you back from your true potential. And I will never seek hinder you, especially after what has concurred. I owe you my life, and you do not owe me anything. From this moment onward, you shall be free of me."
Sara looked into his eyes. "What if I don't want to be free of you?" Soval shook his head. "You must." Sara frowned as another tear rolled down. "Why?" Soval whispered into her ear: "For my advice is undeniably logical." Sara couldn't even respond to that. Fuck logic. She thought to herself.
"I think you will get your wish." Sara murmured aloud. Soval narrowed his eyes. "I am transferring to Enterprise." He was silent for a long moment. She knew he disliked humanity traveling among the stars. " Your cousin is nothing short of a nirak to involve you in such a foolish endeavor." Sara just chuckled. "I will try not get into too much trouble while I am gone." Soval gave her a funny look. "That was sarcasm."
Soval shook his head: "You Archer's have always presented the most perplexing range emotions." He took a deep breath. Sara now gave him a funny look. "I don't understand. " Soval shook his head: "I am at loss to describe it." Sara pressed forward: "Go on. If you can't describe it, give me an analogy."
"You posses the arrogance of Andorians, the stubbornness of Tellerites, one moment you are as driven by your emotions as Klingons, and the next moment you suddenly confound me by suddenly embracing logic." Sara nearly laughed: "You know, you pretty much just summed up the very essence of humanity."
Soval shook his head: "Yes, but even while humanity is irrational, the depth of your species perplexity can never be compared to that of your own." Sara just continued to laugh. "I was not attempting to be comical." Sara nodded: "I know, but I thought it was funny because for a moment I thought you were talking about Vulcans. You should really give that analogy to Admiral Forrest next times his accidently tries to stereotype Vulcan culture."
Soval simply raised an eyebrow.
Hey Everyone, sorry that I am late for this update. I have been busy with school and my other fanfiction works. If you like, then please review. If you have an questions or comments feel free to leave a comment or PM me. Next chapter we will be resuming the current plot. Soval and Sara have a lot to learn. I have tried to set them on good terms, but with their personalities we know that can only work for so long.