Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Ratings: from K to M, it depends on the drabble/story
Genres: AU/AR, romance, sci-fi, drama, humour, family, friendship, hurt/comfort, angst
Notes: This is a collection of drabbles/short stories with the main focus on K/S. I will be experimenting with genderbending, using always a girl!Kirk and possibly always a girl!Spock, or a actual genderbending; male-gone-female. It's different from story to story.
A general warning for the whole story is that English is not my first language, so there will be typos and grammar errors. I apologize. Also, I don't own Star Trek, nor do I make any profit off of this. It's all for fun and creativity.
A/N: A sequel/compantion piece to "Closing the Gaps", and it makes little sense without reading that first :)
Enjoy!
(NOTE: Sarek and Amanda PoVs)
From Afar
Sarek of Vulcan will never admit it out loud, but he doesn't need to, because when they join minds later that night his wife knows and she wraps her soothing, soft spirit around him and he is settled within himself – whole – and knows it does not truly matter. He understands, then, and is capable to view it from the perspective it had perhaps been most logical to view it; the very emotional, human, perspective. Fascinating, truly, as he reconsiders what happened.
But he still remembers the shocking spike of nearly uncontrollable fear from that day, and it would be impossible to forget, even if he had not been Vulcan. He thinks it is justified, because he is a successful Ambassador and just as famous as infamous in many galaxies throughout the Universe; modesty is completely illogical, when stating facts as they are. He knows this, and is well aware of other species and their illogic of breeding contempt or admiration. Friends and enemies; something many Vulcans would not consider, but in the world of politics and diplomacy it would be foolish and ignorant to discard.
Nevertheless, he had rarely been quite so aware of the reality of enemies as he had been when his son – so young and curious and pleasingly intelligent – disappeared without a trace from the very Embassy Sarek was currently stationed at, even as security reported a breach.
His aides had not noticed the boy's disappearance; silent as he was in face of the imposing authority figures. They had not taken sufficient notice of him; had not taken into consideration his human half and his curiosity. Sarek had not known how to face such incompetence at that moment, and had merely latched on to the treasured family bond and sought for any trace of distress.
Illogically, the lack of it had not done much to calm him, as the boy had yet to be found.
When he was finally discovered – dark robes dusty and hair in disarray, cheeks dirtied with the red sands of Vulcan and his mother's soft eyes shining – it had been at the very edge of the city and in the company of…a human.
The urge to collect his child to the safety of his arms had been suppressed with difficulty, but he had focused on the smiling face of the human child with eyes blue as the terran sky.
"What was your purpose in taking my son away?" he had asked, taking a step closer and noting how the child tried – and, unsurprisingly failed – to meet his height.
"He was standing next to me, but he seemed really far away. I was trying to close the gap."
The reply had startled him, given the child enough time to slip past them and into the web of alleys even as Sarek had barked orders to have him followed.
He had kneeled by his son, hands confirming there had been no harm done, and resolved to meditate at the soonest opportunity.
"What happened, my son?"
"I followed, because I did not wish to increase the distance. He was…fascinating."
My husband, Spock made a friend. For the first time, someone approached him with the desire to know him, simply because he is Spock, and to do so, this boy…was willing to take the next step. My husband, we took the first. It is Spock's turn now, too. Alone, he cannot be a bridge for two cultures.
Do you understand?
He might.
She thinks she understands, after the initial shock has passed and it is finally processed in her mind. So she puts on Petite Fleur and guides his hands to her waist and gently grabs his other and they begin to sway; his impressive, and soothing, telepathy tuning in on her mind with ease.
His smooth cheeks flush at her potent adoration; she doesn't hide her smile, because they're dancing and her little boy isn't so little anymore, but a teen, and it's a bittersweet notion. The sweet concur when he comes home two hours past his curfew with clothes slightly wrinkled and cheeks darker than she's ever seen them; red sand sticking stubbornly to his hair. Sarek has yet to return from the Embassy as so she merely smiles, brushing a hand through his hair, and lets him touch her mind through the caress.
It's all right.
Stay safe.
Don't be late again.
I love you.
She is too happy to see the human side melding with the Vulcan at last, that she can't bring herself to be angry. Not this time.
They know that something is different, but somehow, his wife manages to convince him to let it be. He trust her, and with the increased workload at the Embassy, Sarek does not have the time to observe and gather enough data to truly approach the situation.
Amanda kisses his lips and caresses his finger, trapping him in their bed for hours and he relax; his wife's confidence and natural skill with the emotions that run so freely through her mind putting him at ease.
She says Spock has lost a dear friend, and to be forced to process this, it has resulted in the increased maturity he sees.
"Wife, attend."
And she does not lie, but there is something else, and he knows, as his son looks away from their joined fingers, that he has been touched and there is a bittersweet relation to this insight.
He has loved, my husband.
Teenage love.
Isn't that sweet?
Perhaps.
She regrets her son's happiness came at the cost of his father's approval.
But what is, is.
"Mother…."
But today, she is staring at the screen on their comm. unit with wide eyes and does not comprehend why her son is on the other side after a full year of silence invoked by his father's cold shoulder and his own pride.
"C'mon Spock, you promised!"
Maybe it isn't so difficult to understand at all. Blue eyes, sand of terran deserts, ears just as round as her own. She thinks she knows.
"Spock…"
A flash of a smile, the human man-boy has an arm behind her son's back and he's leaning into it with those flushed cheeks she remembers so well.
"I trust you are well, Mother? I have been…very well."
She can tell.
"Yes."
"He's at the tops of his class, you know, Mrs. Sarek! Awesome with those computers, and together we totally cracked the system to call you. Your husband won't see trace of it, if that's what you want!"
Oh, but this child is delightful. She sees a familiar spark in those eyes, from when Spock responded to her teasing or when he came home for another dance lesson and had improved without her help.
"I suspect that was part of your argument when convincing my son to finally call, Mr…?"
Her son fidgets, and the blonde child wraps his arms fully around his waist for a light hug. Her smile widens, even as her son's blush deepens.
"I apologize Mother, for the length of time since my last call and for the lack of a proper introduction. This is…James."
She thinks she can hear 'my friend, my brother, my lover' in that name and so what more can she do?
"It is a pleasure to meet you James. Thank you."
A/N: Please review! :D