4 July 2008

The Disclaimers: Star Trek in all its forms and series belongs to Gene Roddenberry and the corporations. I am just borrowing them for this fan fiction and mean no disrespect nor am I making a profit on the work.

This is a sequel to IDIC Future King. Part 4 in the IDIC universe.

By Lisa AKA Fire Star

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IDIC- A New World Order

Part 42 Learning to let go PG

The evening dinner was hosted at Amanda's family home. Altair 7 was one of her families' primary holdings off Earth. She had inherited the family seat and even if she never had been allowed back on the council the land over 25 percent of the planet belonged to her. The Grayson family held an other 20 percent in trust that was under her father's direct control and she would inherit this as well. Then the company held 10 percent more. To say that the family had influence here was an understatement. Much of the land was still pristine forest and grasslands along with several large plots on the sea. The house that they were having the meeting in was in the mountains overlooking the great sea. In many ways, it could be the mirror image of Sarek's family home. Only instead of dessert that surrounded it, there was a sea that went over 25 percent of the planet. Amanda loved this place and in some ways considered this a second home. Or she had until she had married. Now it was simply a vacation home one she feared they might not see as often as she liked.

Sarek walked out to the balcony. He tried to not be uneasy as he looked out across the sea. This world reminded him to much of Earth. So much, open water. Yet as he looked down, he saw his beloved wife watching the sea. She was clearly meditating for this event. He watched as she preformed some ancient rite and wondered how he had never seen this side of her before. How had he missed how close to the land his beloved was? Even on Vulcan, she strove to build a garden. She was so different then he anyone he knew. She was a force of nature. Her quite strength was what drew him even as he had not really seen it. He watched her and knew deep down that if he was to keep her he had to trust she was strong and wise enough to know what she was doing. What was that Earth saying ah yes: "If you love something set it free? If it returns, it belongs to you. If not then it was never yours." Sarek of Vulcan swallowed hard and forced himself to let go. Or at least let go of his fear. Amanda was a wise woman she would not take any chances. He had to trust her.

Amanda sensed her mate. She sighed deeply as she meditated. However, she was not going to allow Sarek to stop her. She had a duty. She was shocked to suddenly feel a gentle touch on her face. She knew it was a mental touch. Then there was a kiss and he stepped back. Amanda was stunned as she suddenly realized Sarek was letting her go. Well not really but he was trusting her to do her duty. Never had she loved him more. She turned and faced him smiling. Sarek suddenly felt her arms surround him and a firm hug. Thank you beloved. I shall never leave you. She kissed his fingers and then faced the waves. It was time to center herself for what was to come.

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Daniel smiled as he watched T'Mara lay out his robes. He went to her side and said. "Are you sure this color is ok? I do not want to offend the Klingon's. I heard they use this color to denote warriors."

T'Mara stiffened and said, "You my beloved are a warrior. Even Garak agrees on this point and that is no small thing. You have earned this robe and the rank you shall wear. Shaile Skon has insisted that you be so honored."

Daniel grinned at this. "I don't know. I am human and having me in a Vulcan uniform might not be wise."

"YOU will wear it." T'Mara said firmly. "You have passed your testing Daniel. You have earned the rank of sub commander. It was most impressive for one so young and a human at that."

Daniel sighed and decided there were worst things. They could have made him wear a Star Fleet uniform. At least I am not listed as an ensign. "Well alright but if the Klingon is angry you can not shoot him."

T'Mara frowned clearly not have considered that this might make her mate seem more of a threat. She had intended it as a protection for him.

TBC…