A/N: I wish I owned these characters. Also, I'm bumping the rating up to M because LOL I like profanity too much.
Rain was coming down hard and fast. The weather was usually never that bad in the San Francisco - San Jose area. A twenty-two year old Amanda Grayson walked out of her lecture hall and frowned at the intense downpour. Of course, the day the weather forecast says its not going to rain, it has to rain like no tomorrow.
She let out an exasperated sigh, silently cursing her luck, or lack of. Today had simply just not been a good day. She pulled her beige coat over her head, attempting to keep as dry as possible.
As soon as she stepped out from under the cover of the building, she could have sworn that it started raining even harder. She let out a frustrated grunt as she sprinted to the cover provided by the next building. Amanda stared out at the rain while debating whether she should go to work or call in sick.
It was a ten minute walk to the Vulcan embassy. Actually, it was ten minutes on a nice sunny day; it was probably going to be a whole lot longer and an extreme pain in the ass to get there on foot. But the more she thought about it, the more she realized she had no choice. She had just recently gotten her internship for working on the universal translator with one of the universe's most esteemed scientists and she wasn't just going to let some - a lot of - rain get in the way of her passion.
In fact, the Vulcan team working on the project would probably take her skipping work under a false pretense as an insult, if Vulcan's could feel offense that is. She vaguely wondered if they could feel at all. They always seemed so emotionless, simply floating through life not feeling or even reacting to anything. Oh well, she had made up her mind: there was too much to lose in not going.
Bracing herself for the rain, Amanda quickly rearranged her attire so her backpack was underneath her coat and shielded from the rain, before once again tugging the soaking wet coat over head in an attempt to shield her face. She darted out from under the cover of the building and took off running in search of the next nearest shelter.
Amanda continued this game of "sprint-and-cover" until she was finally only one sprint away from the entrance to the embassy. She threw herself once more out into the rain making a beeline straight towards the front door.
BAM.
She hit something hard and fell backwards, landing in a puddle.
"WHAT THE HELL!"
Amanda glared up at what she had run into. In front of her stood a man. Lucky guy, he brought an umbrella. He was handsome, not in a traditional sense. He had dark eyes, eyebrows that turned upward, which wasn't quite unusual around this area, and a full mouth. He looked human, but his ears gave him away.
Pointed, he's Vulcan.
Amanda then realized the fact that he towered way above her. Huh, he's so tall…No! That's because I'm sitting on my ass in the rain on a sidewalk.
"You need to watch where you're going!" She waited for him to reply, but he simply stared at her, he appeared to be studying her. She snorted in disdain.
She got up, grimacing at how wet all her clothes were now.
"Thanks for the help."
"I did not help you." The Vulcan replied, his voice devoid of all emotion. Amanda was pretty sure that he was confused, but it was near impossible to tell with his species.
"Obviously." She turned on her heel, not before giving him one last glare and stalking into the embassy.
Amanda walked to the bathroom, shaking her head in frustration at her reflection. She looked like a drowned animal. Her hair was soaking wet and sticking to her face at odd angles. Luckily, she hadn't worn much makeup, so at least she had that going for her. She ran her fingers through her hair trying to get it to look less stuck together and was about to walk to the conference room when she did a double take: she was wearing a white blouse!
Oh god. How could I have forgotten.
She felt her cheeks began to heat up as blood rushed to her face. White blouses and water did not go well together; her light pink bra was nearly completely visible through the fabric. How embarrassing! Maybe that's why that Vulcan had been staring at her, he was probably wondering what a prostitute was doing outside the Vulcan embassy.
Jesus christ, I am such a fool.
Amanda put on her jacket and zipped it up, at least now no one else would get to see what kind of undergarments she wore.
As Amanda made her way down the hall, she couldn't fight the feeling that all the Vulcans were staring at how outrageous she looked right now. Not wanting to let it get to her, she stood a little straighter, nose tilted up, as she hopped into the elevator and pushed the button for the fifth floor.
The next couple of minute were all Amanda needed to calm down and get her wits gathered. She felt a lot better than she had looking at her reflection in the restroom. She strode down the hallway and reached the conference room, knocking twice before entering.
"Dr. T'Vyn, sorry I'm…" Amanda trailed off, nothing that her mentor was not alone.
The handsome Vulcan from earlier was standing there in the room talking to T'Vyn.
Damn it.
"Amanda Grayson," T'Vyn looked at the young woman, "may I introduce you to the new Vulcan ambassador to Earth, Sarek."
Shit.
Amanda just stared at him blankly, her mouth slightly open. Please, please, please, don't let him remember me from earlier.
The ambassador looked at her, and she thought she saw a flicker of emotion in his eyes. Amusement, perhaps?
"I think it is customary for humans to reply with 'it is a pleasure to meet you,' though, I would think it redundant since we met earlier." Sarek's voice was deep and rather quiet. Amanda found a part of herself wondering if his voice had sounded so beautiful earlier.
And then she realized what he just said.
He recognized her.
Fuck.
Amanda felt the heat rise to her face again, tears nearly forming in her eyes from the amount of embarrassment she was feeling right now. She had run into the new ambassador, exposed her pink bra to him, and then proceeded to act rudely and childish toward him.
Who was she kidding? She deserved this, she should've just gone home. Why can't I just ever go easy on myself?
Amanda blinked her eyes a few times to ensure that no tears would escape, before mustering as much of a calm, collected hello as possible.
"Regardless, it is a pleasure to meet you formally, Ambassador Sarek."
She didn't extend her hand in an attempt at a handshake, irately remembering his lack of extending his own hand to help her up when she was sitting in a puddle. Hah, a little revenge.
The ambassador seemed to not notice this little act of pettiness. Instead, he turned to T'Vyn telling her they would speak later, before turning to Amanda.
"Perhaps we will meet again, Ms. Grayson."
"Maybe we will, maybe we won't." Amanda slapped a hand over her mouth. Why did she have to stay stupid things like that?
Sarek's eyebrows rose, she was sure of it. Had she just managed to get a reaction out of a Vulcan? He stared at her for a few more seconds before exiting the room in a rather grandiose manner.
"Amanda, I detected some resentment in your voice during your exchange with Ambassador Sarek." T'Vyn had turned to ready the presentation she was about give.
"Oh well, you see, on my way to the embassy, I wasn't watching where I was going and I ran straight into him. And I might have said a few choice words at him." Amanda winced as she admitted this.
"Amanda, such behavior is not looked upon favorably." T'Vyn's voice didn't change, but Amanda was pretty sure that she was disappointed in her.
"I know. I didn't know he was the new ambassador."
"Would it have made a difference?"
Amanda sighed, before replying. "No, probably not."
"You must try harder to contain your emotions. I know it is not the way of humans, however, you are working with Vulcans."
"I know, I know, T'Vyn. I'm sorry."
"It is illogical to feel sorry for something you cannot change."
"Anyway, I'm still sorry."
The two women proceeded to get set-up in silence, allowing Amanda some time to reflect on what had just happened.
"Oh, I was so angry at you that day!" Amanda smiled at her husband's unconscious form.
"You had me feeling like such an idiot. You never did tell me if you were looking at my bra, though. I'll have to remember to ask you when you wake up."
Amanda stroked the back of his hand with her thumb. She always did this when he allowed her to hold his hand. She knew her Sarek loved it when she did little things like that.
"And to think, I didn't really understand why you wouldn't touch me back then! I was so naive, but here I am touching you now, with no shame. It's crazy how things change."
She pushed his hair out of his face.
"I'm sure you knew you were going to make sure that we would meet again. I'm so glad you made that effort to speak to me that second time though, I would say that that was the actual start of our relationship."