For additional information on Dansk see The Desert Saga parts of Chapters 16-19.
Sarek and Dansk
Chapter Two
They exited the ballrooom into the cool San Francisco air into the garden. Sarek observed that his usual concern for the normally chilly nights had slipped from his mind. He heard the wind blowing rustling the leaves and there was a distinct presence of floral perfumes. For a Terran, it would be called a 'romantic setting.' For a Vulcan, there would be acknowledgment of the presence of all these factors. But these would be viewed as logical for after all, they were in a garden.
Sarek continued,
"Dansk, have you ever toured our embassy?"
Smiling she said,
"Am I to interpret this as a 'pick-up line?"
"'In case you are unaware, pick up lines' are not part of a male Vulcan's agenda."
"I stand corrected. The Koon-ul,(bond at seven years of age) did not come to my mind when I made that inquiry. Please excuse what might appear to be presumptuous."
"There is no offense when none is taken."
"Because of your gallantry I will reveal a bit more about myself. I am indeed an educator, and I am a 'miss' but since you have already been addressing me as Dansk, you may continue to do so."
The feeling of constriction in the area of his heart was loosened and he replied,
"I feel relieved to have now been made aware of, shall I say, your availability. I will now give you a personal invitation to visit the Vulcan Embassy."
With a twinkle in his eye he continued,
"Of course, the invitation does not include the Terran expression 'to view my etchings.'"
There it was again, her smoky laugh and then her reply.
"Sarek of Vulcan, I accept your invitation."
"Since the designation you have allowed me to address you is composed of one name, please do me the courtesy of addressing me as Sarek."
"As you wish, Sarek."
He nodded and then suggested that they return to the ballroom.
It came to his mind, he might be missed.
As they entered his aide-de-camp made his way to him,
"Osu Sarek, your assistance if requested in a matter of utmost importance."
"Is it of a sensitive nature?"
"No Osu…"
"In that case I will not release my companion to return to the floor."
So, he did not release his hold on Dansk arm and they walked together toward a group assembled at the far end of the room. As he drew near he recognized representatives of The High Council who rarely left New Vulcan, the secondary legislative body, The Vulcan Science Academy as well as other older members of the staff at the embassy.
Although no discussion engaged in by Vulcans could be called 'heated', this would have indeed boarded on that state. There were no raised voices, no wild gestures, just a bombardment of convictions. The subjects under discussion were the offspring of the Vulcan/Terran bondings that had become monumental in number. At this point, their numbers, Terran wide, were bordering on one thousand.
Every single one of them had tested out of Terra's offered educational opportunities for each age group and his daughter- in-law headed an educational institution designed especially for them. Included in the enrollment were his own grandchildren and his nephew Sirin's offspring. A proposal had been presented to allow these children, upon graduation the right to enter into the Vulcan Science Academy. It was already a given that the old school, the rigid, unchanging, part of New Vulcan would resist such an infiltration on their new home planet.
The conversation went back and forth, pro and con without any real resolution. The group had no idea that the female on Sarek's arm understood every single word. Finally with a slight tug on his sleeve Dansk requested a hearing ear-his.
Whispering in Standard she said,
"Why not another campus. an annex, on Vulcan soil here at the Embassy that would allow talented Vulcans here to educate these children in The Vulcan Way. The curriculum would be drawn up by the VSA on New Vulcan. The education would be the same, just the location would be different. It could be considered as a secondary school after graduation from the Star Fleet Academy's school for these children."
Sarek looked at her in amazement and stated to the males before him,
"There is a very objective solution, a separate school, an annex of VSA. It's campus and schoolrooms could be built on Vulcan soil here at The Embassy. Its staff would be Vulcans who have permanent residence here on Terra. The facility would become the secondary school for graduates from the school that has been put in place by Star Fleet. I see this as an sterling embodiment of IDIC which is a an integral part of The Vulcan Way and a way to show appreciation and cooperation with the already in place education facility established by Star Fleet."
Sarek felt his grip on Dansk's arm tighten as an indication that he did not wish to let go. He was aware that these past few hours with her were the few that he had experienced since Va Pak that did not include thoughts of His Amanda and at that point he remembered her voice,
"I know that one day I will have to leave you….live life for me, bond with a worthy female and allow her to do for you what I am no longer able to do. In this way you will honor our bond…But Sarek of Vulcan, I will love you until I breathe my last…"
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Dansk asked to be excused and he made it clear that he would escort her home. He then watched her graceful figure return to the crowd that was milling about and it took all of his control to not follow her. His heart was lifted and free and he knew exactly what he was going to do, and it would be in obedience to his Amanda's instruction…He would have to request a meeting before The High Council and the secondary legislature. He would not be pleading his case, he would be making his demands known.
He had done it before when he made them aware that there was no way that he would give up Amanda. He had left both groups trembling in their boots when he revealed his ultimatum-comply or find a replacement for him.
Although his son Spock would eventually don his robes, it would take years of training for him to step into that office of responsibility. Both bodies knew it. That was the power that Sarek held over them. He was honored by every planet in the Federation, was a legend in his own time, was unstoppable when on a mission, insightful, untiring in his efforts, a paragon of The Vulcan Way and was physically, an imposing figure. The possibility of finding a replacement for him, other than his son, was infinitely small. His contacts and negotiating skills could not be learned in a school setting, they were so to speak, 'in his blood,' for he had observed his grandfather and his father service their people in the same position. It was his family heritage that in due time would be passed on to Spock, with his bondmate, taking up the position of Lady Nyota.
His next communication was with his son,
"Live Long and Prosper my son. There is a matter of utmost importance that I must discuss with you. When is the earliest that I might meet with you?"
"Come for last meal tomorrow evening. I will advise Nyota."
"May I bring a guest?"
"Father, that is always acceptable."
Spock and Nyota had observed Sarek exit the affair with Dansk on his arm. Through their bond she said,
'Your father does not need our assistance or approval for him to gain satisfaction and contentment.'
Later that evening, lying in their bed with Spock thoroughly spent, satisfied and content he voiced,
"May my father find again what we have my beloved. It would be what my mother would wish for him."
Spock had never been privy to that private conversation that all married or bonded couples must have. He and Nyota had had that serious one after a dangerous away mission. His Nyota knew that as a Vulcan male he would always be totally committed to his continued protection of her. But how should life go on if death separated them.
So it was the initial outworking of Sarek's growing attachment pleased not only the two principle parties, but Spock and Nyota as well.