When You Wish Upon A Star
Chapter Eight
Prophetic?
In the quiet of the night Spock arose and settled himself in the corner of his living room. He lit the candle of his asenoi as he knelt and closed his eyes. Immediately he was brought to the deepest level of concentration and was startled by the appearance of Cadet Uhura's face. It was graced by the most wonderful smile. Then almost like a camera had panned back he saw himself behind her with his hands on her distended belly, his chin in her hair. He was talking to his child, a child of Nyota's body. It appeared that his mother's interaction with Nyota and then her cautions, had lit some sort of fire in him, for instead of coming up out of such a picture he allowed it to continue. Now he saw the cadet with a baby on her hip and again her pregnancy is obvious. She is laughing as she lowered their son to the ground and he tottered towards him. He is momentarily distracted by laughter and he saw his mother standing in the doorway of their home on Vulcan.
That image is what propels him upward, out of those depths and he realized that those visions have had a physical affect on his body. He covers himself with his rob and walked to the bathroom. He is aware that it would have been a very embarrassing event if his mother had seen him in that state. There would have been questions he was sure.
He is still without slippers when he returned to the living space. He entered the kitchen, put up the kettle, set out two mugs, and measured the Jasmine tea into the infusers. He did not put the top down on the spout, he did not want the whistle to awaken his mother.
The water boiled and he poured the steaming liquid into his mug. He then heard the padding of similarly unshod feet that came toward the kitchen.
"Mother, I trust you have had a productive rest."
"Thank you for asking, honey, yes, just enough and very productive."
"Mother, I am…pleased to hear that, especially since sleep is the body's effort to return itself to its optimum level of operation. Too much would be a sin against time, too little would be working against the body's activities to accomplish this goal."
Shaking her head and rolling her eyes heavenward Amanda said,
"Spock, your statement sounds like something that your father would say."
"That should not surprise you mother, DNA and years of association usually will make itself known in speech and body patterns. Would you like tea?"
"Yes Son, no sweetener."
He placed both mugs on a tray and carried them into the living room.
Amanda took one sip, and looked at her son, and again thought how alike Sarek and Spock were. To observers, both men were handsome to the point of distraction, but modest beyond measure. The rare times that they acknowledged a positive complement, was for something they had accomplished through personal efforts and determination. The careful lining up and obvious benefits of their respective DNAs was certainly nothing they took credit for, it was an 'accident' of nature.
"Mother, I have meditated on the wisdom of your instructions yesterday. Be assured, Nyota's interests and advancement are my primary concern."
In the context of instructions received, this was true, but in the context of personal interest, this would not hold true. He would wait, and as impossible this concept would be for a Vulcan he would…hope.
"Mother, what time does your transport leave?"
"Not until noon, but you should not concern yourself. The Embassy car will pick me up outside the Administrative Building. I don't want to show off in front of any of your fellow staff members. Let 'sleeping dogs lie."
"Excuse me Mother, what does a canine's sleeping or resting habits have to do with your departure?"
"It is just an expression that means if things are quiet and unknown, leave them that way. I believe very few know your relationship with Sarek. Let us leave it that way."
Spock nodded with understanding.
He went to the entrance door and encrypted his mother's code so she could enter and leave at will.
"Mother, I will now get prepared for my day's activity. I must get my personal items from the bedroom."
When Spock returned to the living room his mother had made toast and another pot of tea.
"Come Spock, take a little morning sustenance. She stood in the kitchen by the counter and sipped her tea. It was almost absent mindedly that she ate her toast.
He left the kitchen and returned dressed in his instructor's grey, his canvas bag on his shoulder.
"Spock when will you come to Vulcan to visit us?"
"I am not sure mother. With this new assignment it will have to be during one of the construction crew's sabbaticals."
"Yes, yes, I had forgotten about that. Well, keep it in mind. You remember the rose bush you planted for me, it was in full bloom when I left. You did an excellent job."
"Thank you mother. I am…rewarded in that it has brought you…pleasure."
"Peace and long life to you mother. Tell father that I am…'well'."
With that he turned to leave then he paused, and returned to his mother,
"I miss you Mother."
Then he exited his apartment.
His mother sighed, and shook her head. Vulcans would never make such a statement, it to them would be an admission of weakness. His sojourn on Terra, had allowed him to begin to find her in him. Amanda's observation was that she loved two hard-headed Vulcans. She was going to have to be the bridge between them, a very long bridge, all the way from earth to Vulcan and back.
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Spock walked toward the Einstein Science Building and attempted to outline how he would announce to Nyota's her new assignment. Perhaps he would tell her outside of the academic sphere of the The Academy. A tea shop was nearby, that might be acceptable. At that point, he thought that if he had mentioned this dilemma to his mother before he left she would offered a reasonable solution.