Slow Way Home
Chapter 12

[Day 20 of 45]

Spock had just arrived at his quarters and found his father standing outside his door, waiting for him. If he was human he would have groaned because he honestly didn't want to have to 'deal' with his father. He knew that was his wife's influence but if he could he'd avoid him completely.

His father had been nothing but rude to Spock's wife, his love. It… frustrated him. Even in his mind he knew his admission of emotion would have shocked the other Vulcans but he couldn't bring himself to mind anymore.

"Father," Spock said as he got to the door, opening the door. His father followed him into the room.

"We must speak," his father said in Vulcan while looking around.

"We must," Spock said in Vulcan. "If you are worried my wife will overhear she is working in engineering. And speaking Vulcan would not hinder her as she speaks the language fluently." His father seemed frustrated by that admission. "Now, what do you want to discuss?"

"I wish to know why a Vulcan doctor commed me about your wife some years ago," his father said.

Spock hadn't been looking at his father but he tensed, as if struck. S'Nau had tried to contact his father? When had this happened and why hadn't his father informed him of this.

"You were contacted?" Spock asked, trying to keep control of his emotions which wanted to yell.

"Yes, he contacted me but I was busy and she was not my responsibility," his father said. His tone told him that it wasn't his but it was Spock's responsibility

"She was pregnant," Spock told his father bluntly, watching his face. His father's control slipped and shock showed on his face. "I was to become a father and the consulate would not allow her to inform me. Healer S'Nau contacted you so that you could inform me that my bondmate needed me but you didn't feel it was your responsibility so I have never met my children."

"Children?" his father asked. The look on his face was confusion, a touch of joy, and frustration.

"Twins, George Sarek Kirk and Amanda Winona Kirk," he told his father. His father looked at him stunned. Then the emotions disappeared leaving his normally impassive father in his wake. "Why did you always disapprove of her?"

"You were so young," his father said and he frowned confused. "I know we had you bound young but we always knew it would be broken for you never should a strong connection. The fact you blocked that bond most of your life and never sought her company was enough proof of that. But the woman you chose… she was nothing but a wild… child. She brought nothing but chaos whether it was her history on Earth or her time on Vulcan, flouting our culture."

"We were children, and yes, we were young. But you know the other doctors said it was us being so young that brought on… my fever," he said awkwardly and his father glared. "She was my T'Hy'la in more than just words. Even now, I feel her pull. I can sense her across the ship, feel her emotions and hear her thoughts if I remove my shields and she does the same." His father frowned. "Her mind is like no other humans. She has a control over her mind that rivals a Vulcan. She has thick shield and can send me her thoughts with ease."

"She should not…" his father began and Spock shook his head in frustration. He didn't care that his father appeared to disapprove.

"But she always has… it may have been because of her past, or some prenatal factor but she can. You may not approve but she is my bondmate and that will not change," Spock told his father, keeping his voice level. "Now, if you would please leave, I have paperwork to complete, and I believe mother was right when she used to say that walking away was the best thing."

With that he turned from his father and walked to the desk, not turning to see his father's reaction. He heard a sigh but didn't turn to look.

"Your mother always did walk away when frustrated," his father muttered though it sounded as if it was more for himself than for Spock. Then he heard the door open and close. Turning he found himself in the room.

Knowing he was alone he sagged in his seat.

Spock had missed so much time with his children and he always assumed it was his own fault… and it mostly was. Now he knew it was also because his father did not approve. Pinching the bridge of his nose he wondered what his mother would say but he wouldn't be the one to tell her.

Slow Way Home

Jim entered the quarters to find the room was Tense as Spock sat at the desk. But if she didn't know any better it didn't look like he was actually reading. It looked like he was lost in thought so she walked over to him and sent curiosity through the bond.

He jumped as she touched his shoulder, turning to look at her.

"I did not hear you enter," Spock told her and she smiled at him sadly.

"What happened, you looked far away," she asked while touching his forehead before moving to his lap, half sitting half straddling.

His response wasn't verbal but she got a bunch of flashes – images of a discussion he had with his dad through the bond which she opened. After sorting through what she saw she shrugged.

"Guess that means he doesn't approve, and his disapproval went all the way back to the academy. Does it really bother you?" she asked and he didn't respond but could see it did. "Spock, your dad is his own man. He'll have to accept us some time – even if its only so he can see the twins. Please, don't let him and his closed minded ways get to you." She kissed his cheek and he pulled her close.

She could feel his pain but also his contentment through the bond and she held him. She hid her thoughts that she was going to tell Amanda and maybe T'Pau about this current revelation.

Those two would make sure his ass was reamed out for it…