Sarek and Dansk
Chapter Eight
Upstairs in their house a conversation regarding, as Sirin says, 'procreation is in progress. Rachel had miscarried a daughter and after that traumatizing experience, not only for Sirin and her, but also Jason who had bonded with his unborn sister, Sirin and Rachel had decided to wait before attempting another pregnancy.
Sirin head was resting on his arm supported by his elbow. His free hand was tracing the contours of his wife's face.
"I am ready if you are." She nodded in the affirmative and that action determined how the rest of their night was spent.
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Lo'vaak and Christine were enjoying tea together. On a whim, Christine started humming an old Terran song, 'Tea for Two'. Lo'vaak smiled as he recognized the tune and then made the necessary correction,
"Truthfully My Christine, it should be entitled, 'Tea for Three'.
Borrowing one of Spock's single word replies Christine said,
"Indeed".
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Sarek escorted Dansk to her door and then there was her invitation,
"Would you like a cup of tea?"
Sarek nodded as he held the door for them to enter. He led Dansk to the sofa and then made his way to the kitchen and prepared the tea. The difference between the previous visit is in fact, her acceptance of him and so the seating arrangement changed. Sarek deposited the tray on the table in front of Dansk and offered her the tea he had prepared for her. He then sat himself next to her and took up his mug. Of course the tea was consumed in silence.
Sarek, as direct as ever asked,
"Are there any areas of our relationship that you require me to address?"
"Sarek, I wish to be your companion and your bondmate, but in addition I want to be your assistant. I do wish that you share with me situations that are puzzling to you so that I can interpret Terran behavior for you.
Although Sarek of Vulcan, I am very much physically attracted to you, I am certain that with your instruction I will grow to truly love you. I will willingly submit to you and attempt to pleasure you."
Embracing her and placing a kiss on her forehead Sarek said,
"I could not want more than those assurances you have just made."
At that point Sarek said,
"There is a matter that was revealed to me while we were at my son's home this evening. Have you heard about these separatist movements that are in opposition to off-worlders presence here on Terra?"
"Unfortunately, Yes."
"I am in the mind to pursue any attacks upon off-worlders by legal action against individual members and the organization itself. There was a legal case in the twenty-first century against an organization called the Klu Klux Klan. The woman who had suffered the loss of her home sued and when the individuals claimed they did not have the finances to cover the adverse ruling, they had to surrender their organization's property to the victim.
Based on that ruling and also the unrecognized illegal residential status of every single person on this planet who trace their lineage back to another country and received land due to colonization, I will prepare my argument."
Dansk ask,
"Have you ever read the Terran book 'Bury My Heart At Wounded Knee' by Dee Brown? One reviewer made an honest admission that the book had saddened and shamed him and that up until that time he had not realized who he was, what we had really done, or why (Greffrey Wolff, Newsweek)
The premise that every non Native American who claim land ownership are squatters and thus have no right to either the North, Central or Southern parts of this hemisphere is a sound one."
Sarek absorbed that information and nodded.
"That is an excellent argument. I will build upon it. Thank you My Dansk, already you prove to be a source of encouragement and support for me."
He drew her closer to himself and without too much doubt he took her shoulders and then brought her lips to his.
"Thank you," was his statement as he released his hold on her. Of course he felt stirrings and based on that said,
"I will leave you to productive rest and we will talk tomorrow,"
"Would you require further research?"
"Any action taken by you would be greatly appreciated."
As he left he whisper in her ear, Talunhk nash-veh k'du'lar (I cherish thee).
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As Sarek traveled back to the Embassy it dawned on him the stirrings he felt when in Dansk presence would require meditation to continue under control. In addition he was grateful that it appeared that Dansk would easily slip into her role as Lady. He also realized that there was a necessity to speak privately with his mother. His argument would be tested on her first.
Checking the time he realized he would have to wait for four hours before he could contact Vulcan. He determined he would use that time for meditation, so after changing into his robes he settled on his mat in front of his asenoi and easily sank into the whiteness.
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Seated in front of his com unit that allowed exclusive access to his mother, he waited for her to connect, As her image appeared she greeted her son. Since Vulcans never wasted time on small talk, immediately Sarek addressed some issues that had been raised at the last Council and Committee meetings as revealed through the ongoing messages between those two bodies and The Embassy.
T'Pau nodded in approval as Sarek voiced his opinion and finally said,
"My son, thy words mirror my thoughts."
He replied,
"I am pleased that we are not opposed in any of these issues. I will be returning to Vulcan in three days."
"I must inquire about thy son and his family. They are well?"
"Yes, mother of me. They are all in optimum health and under T'Paal's tutoring the children are progressing excellently in 'The Vulcan Way'.
"That news is welcome."
Sarek now addressed the woman before him not as his mother but the head of the S'chin T'gai clan, the senior member of The Vulcan Council, and one of only three lifetime members in The Vulcan Committee he continued,
"Honorable T'Pau, thy son is before you with news about himself. As you are aware, after the loss of my Amanda I buried myself in work that would benefit New Vulcan and the gathering of Vulcans from all over the galaxy. A suitable time has elapsed and although presently the onset of Pon Farr for a Vulcan male is no longer life threatening, the decision I have reached is not one that is made under pressure. I now inform you that I have found one that will complete me here on Terra."
Of course his mother visage did not change but the quality of her voice did.
"My son, the High Council and Committee will not be accommodating of your decision for I sense the individual is not a Vulcan female."
"No, she is not. But certainly there is no question of providing a fully Vulcan heir, for Spock has received the seal and appointment as my successor. He himself will come to that post with a Terran bondmate. If his son Kov is also selected to succeed him, he also will not have a Vulcan bondmate, At his young age has already selected his future bond-mate, a female who is Vulcan, Betazoid and Terran. So again, within the foreseeable future, there will be no pure Vulcan with a Vulcan bondmate. My son and his son will visibly represent one of the foundations of the Vulcan way, IDIC. My presence before our legislative bodies will be similar to the one when I insisted upon acceptance of My Amanda. Mother, believe me, my years of living with a Terran mate have been the most satisfying because of the Terran female's emotional makeup. A Vulcan female would not satisfy my mental or physical needs. The female I have chosen will complete me. I do wish for your private approval."
His mother answered,
"Sarek, although I did not approve of thy bonding to Your Amanda, my observation of your mutual devotion to one another eventually erased my questioning nature. Although I will exclude myself from any vote, I do believe in your almost perfect judgment and your acknowledgment of your need for a Terran mate, thus I give thee my private approval for such a bonding to take place. I will present myself at the Embassy and perform the service for you. I will come several days before so that I may meet your intended and see my great-grandchildren."
Bowing his head in submission Sarek said,
"Mother of me, thy son is grateful. Peace and long life,"