"My eldest sons are telepathic," she informed him.
"They were artificially conceived after your mate's death?"
Sadness returned to her stature again.
"Yes and no..." she spoke softly. "It had been agreed after our formal marriage. We each stored gamete cells. If I were to die, he wanted to use a surrogate. If he died..."
The tears held no surprise for Spock; many Vulcans had learned to cry since the Va'Pak.
"My second son was conceived in this manner. With the first, my pregnancy was an unexpected gift from my mate; he died before we shared this joy. I chose to raise my sons on Earth and to keep their heritage a secret. I reasoned it would be easier to be half human than half Vulcan. My reasoning proved faulty so I relocated to Vulcan for a time."
Spock waited for the connection to Nyota.
"When the persecution escalated on Vulcan, I chose to find a new place rather than to stay as T'Pau did. I admire her stubbornness; my patience would not allow me to remain on Vulcan. I returned to Earth in a caravan with like-minded families and met my second mate there. All my children, except my daughter, have chosen to live as humans. They are all psi-active."
Spock required no more information at this moment. The second family, the subsequent move to this place, all made sense. As did the mystery of Nyota and Grayson.
"You were always the cleverest, Spohkh. Do you have the answers you sought?"
"I am at the start of many revelations, but for now it is enough. Thank you, Elder T'Pol."
"So now I am 'Elder'?"
"You have given much to Vulcan and Earth. You deserve respect."
Love filled his eyes. Their next meeting would not be so far off in the future. In a universe with no planet Vulcan, tomorrow could not be assumed.
T'Pol rose, walking behind Spock as he retraced his steps to her door. Tapping his back, she enfolded him in a hug when he turned to speak his final farewell.
"I've given you much to think about. Will you tell Nyota?"
"No. At least not soon. I will formulate a plan for their continued security."
"That is wise. My baby, Elizabeth, nearly started a war with just her picture. Such a tiny child to cause so much emotion and violence on both worlds — Earth and Vulcan. Will you tell your younger self, Spohkh?"
Spock let loose an Amanda Grayson grin. This T'Pol knew both Spocks well from her experiences across parallel lives. Misplaced red matter and broken timelines changed reality for all of them.
"No," Spock Prime answered hesitantly, "I cannot interfere in his choices any more than I have already done. If their survival is threatened..."
"You have always chosen wisely; even with the best analysis, the outcomes are not guaranteed. I trust to your logic."
"My choice to help Romulus led to Nero and the destruction of Vulcan, an 'outcome' I did not consider probable. I have become more cautious in my dotage."
"Do not speak of 'dotage' in the home of an 'elder', Spohkh."
His laughter brought her back to days when her houses on Earth, Vulcan and here shook with life being lived.
"Until next time, peace and long life, T'Pol"
"Live long and prosper, Spohkh."