"I do not find her to be worthy. To be...qualified."
Sarek tore himself from his seat, rage shooting through his veins like it was kerosine. The younger Vulcan raised an eyebrow, taking one cautionary step back.
"You don't find her qualified, Satik?" Sarek spat, towering over his assistant. Satik backed up again, but maintained a cool exterior.
"Yes. I do not understand why our own ambassador would marry a human. And furthermore, proceed to have a child with her." The match was struck, and ignited Sarek's fury with sparks. He grabbed the collar of his young assistant, his eyes burning with emotions that the Vulcans thought they had long ago extinguished.
"Ambassador-" Satik started, but was immediately silenced when the pressure around his neck was tightened.
"You will not question my personal decisions," Sarek began, his voice a menacing low. "You will not criticize my personal decisions. You will not insult my wife, or my unborn child." He stopped, looking into Satik's eyes as if waiting for something. Satik's breath hitched as Sarek winded the fabric closer against his exposed flesh. "Do you understand?" Satik's eyes were wide as he nodded vigorously. Sarek held onto him a moment longer before he let go, and watched as the young Vulcan stumbled back, catching his breath. Sarek's face contorted into a look of disgust as he muttered, "Get out of my office." Satik glanced back at Sarek, his eyes betraying the terror that was swimming within him. Without a second glance, Satik bolted from the Ambassador's office. Sarek fell back against his desk, his heart pounding and his body still trembling.
"She's more than qualified."
'Q' was actually more complicated than I thought. But I hope you like. Thanks for all the reviews I've gotten, and keep 'em up! Oh, and on another note, I'll be away for spring break, so I won't be uploading for about a week. I'll be extra fast when I come back, though. Promise!