Sarek's Son

Captain James T Kirk and his first officer, Commander Spock, beamed down to Starbase Ten.

"Well, I wonder what goodies they have for us this time?" Kirk commented as they stepped from the transporter dais.

"Goodies, Captain?" the Vulcan looked a trifle puzzled.

Kirk's smile held a touch of mischief. He was delighted to be able to cause his Vulcan friend some confusion even after having served with him aboard the Enterprise for almost four years. It was a game he never tired of, and he knew that Spock, - although he would never admit to it - enjoyed it just as much.

"Orders, Spock. Orders." Kirk grinned some more.

Spock raised an eyebrow in a familiar sign of impatience. "Why do you use such inaccurate terms, sir? I fail to see why you take pleasure talking in riddles. It is illogical."

Kirk was about to continue the repartee when he caught sight of the welcoming committee. With a sigh of regret he turned to the business in hand, and walked towards them. Commodore Fain, the base commander, watched them, along with three tall Vulcan officers wearing science blue. Kirk felt Spock's slight surprise at the other Vulcans. There were few in Starfleet and they rarely visited human-dominated bases.

"Welcome to Starbase Ten," Fain said.

"Thank you, sir," Kirk replied.

"May I present, Lt Starn, Lt. Commander Soran and Commander T'Pau."

Kirk raised his hand in the Vulcan salute and wondered what these officers thought of that introduction. Surely Fain- despite being a desk-bound paper pusher - should have known better than to introduce the lowest ranking officer first.

Kirk nodded in greeting then said, "My first officer, Commander Spock."

Spock greeted them, bowing with grace to the woman who had the same name as his great-grandmother. Kirk wondered if Spock knew any of them. His friend's face didn't show anything but Kirk sensed a slight uncertainty from him. He knew Spock well, for they had been through much together, but what were the telepathic Vulcans picking up? Kirk wondered why these officers were here. Apart from Spock, all other Vulcans in the fleet served aboard their own ships.

"Admiral Sharman is waiting for us," Fain said. "Please follow me."

As he led them to the turbo-lift, Fain mumbled on about trivialities. Something was up. Kirk exchanged a long look with Spock. Both knew that they had been ordered here to be involved in some sort of bureaucratic idiocy.

"Commodore," Kirk began.

"Your mission will continue as soon as we have finished here, Kirk. I'm sorry you were diverted but I'm sure you'll understand," Fain smiled.

Now Kirk was certain. Starfleet desk jockeys always liked to interfere. He had no liking for them. They usually had no idea what it was like in the field. What was all the secrecy about and why had they been met by three Vulcans? His unease deepened.

Once they reached the briefing room, Kirk fell in at Spock's side and they entered the room together. Strict protocol was unimportant to him. Respect for Spock was. He wanted to show everyone how he valued his friend for he had a suspicion that this meeting was about Spock.

A familiar figure sat next to Admiral Sharman, and aware of Spock's sudden tension, Kirk strode forward to cover for his friend and allow him time to control. "Admiral Sharman, Ambassador Sarek, greetings. It's been too long since our last meeting, Ambassador."

Sarek stood. "Indeed, Captain Kirk."

Admiral Sharman rose to her feet. Kirk recalled her from the academy as one of his toughest lecturers. She had been impervious to his charm but had softened when she realised that he was not afraid of hard work. He smiled at her. She was a handsome woman in her middle age and in fact, had changed little in appearance over the years.

"It's been many years, Admiral," he said.

"Yes, Captain Kirk," she replied with a smile. "Many years."

"Have you met my first officer, Commander Spock?" he asked, hoping that Spock had regained his composure.

"I've not had that honour but his fame has reached me, as has yours."

Kirk smiled at her remark then looked at Sarek. The ambassador was staring at them, totally unreadable. Kirk corrected himself. Sarek was staring at his son.

Spock stepped to Kirk's side and bowed. "It is an honour to meet you, Admiral."

Kirk watched her reaction to him and covered his amusement. He had never met a woman yet, who did not find Spock attractive. He saw the expression in the glimmer of her eyes.

Spock bowed to his father and they greeted one another in the Vulcan fashion. "I come to serve," Spock said and bowed again.

Kirk noted that the bow to Sarek had been deeper than the one to the admiral. He caught Sharman's eye and they moved to one side to allow father and son some privacy. Fain followed them but the other Vulcans stood impassively near the door.

"Captain, Sarek thinks well of you," Sharman said.

Kirk was surprised as he had not thought that Sarek had a particularly good opinion of him after the Babel incident. At least it had brought Spock and Sarek together after eighteen years of silence. Spock had never discussed it but Kirk suspected that they were not fully reconciled. It was a subject better left alone.

"I have the greatest respect for Sarek," Kirk replied.

"And for his son," Sharman commented.

"More than respect, Admiral," Kirk replied.

Sharman exchanged a glance with Fain. "The friendship of the human starship captain and his Vulcan first officer is something of a legend. It is considered the finest example of inter-species co-operation in the Fleet. It's said that you are the finest captain in the history of Starfleet because of that friendship."

Kirk nodded and chose his words with care. "I wouldn't deny it, Admiral. Spock has pulled me - and the ship - out of the fire more times than I can count."

"Then this may be painful for you," Fain said abruptly.

All Kirk's suspicions came to a head. "What 's that meant to mean?" He drew himself up to his full height and looked down at the man.

"Perhaps it'll be more painful for Starfleet," Sharman commented.

Fain stared at her angrily. "Do you reject the Admiralty's decision?"

"What decision?" Kirk asked. He tried to control his anger and apprehension. "What is going on?"

Sharman said and returned to her chair. "Please be seated, gentlemen."

Spock looked at his captain with questioning eyes. Kirk shrugged a little, gave his most reassuring smile then sat by Spock and leaned over. "They're up to something," he said in a low pitched voice.

Spock nodded. "I am aware of that."

Kirk sat back. "Ambassador Sarek, what brings you here?"

"I am here on a diplomatic mission, Captain. I was informed that my son would be arriving and Admiral Sharman invited me to this meeting."

"I see. Thank you, sir." The tension in the room was beginning to get on Kirk's nerves and he decided it was time to be blunt. "Admiral, will you and Commodore Fain stop beating around the bush?"

Fain seemed annoyed by Kirk's lack of decorum but Sharman liked Jim Kirk. It was only the outspoken, questioning, exceptional individual who had the qualities for his chosen profession. Kirk had all these abilities in spades and she decided that he deserved to be told all the facts.

"As you know, five of our starships have run into trouble in the last year. Two were completely destroyed and the others severely damaged . There was a great loss of life. We must have a viable fleet. We've been working round the clock on assembling new ships. Two are almost complete and we are working on the final crew placements. The most difficult jobs to fill are those at the top. Very few are suitable for command. We've made many mistakes in the past and we have learned." She paused on seeing Kirk's expression.

Kirk knew what was coming. He realised that deep down, he had suspected it from the moment they had seen the reception group. He grew very angry. What right had they to take his most valuable officer away? Damn desk bound paper pushers!! What the hell did they know? Barely able to control, he locked glances with Spock. The outraged expression that met his own was like a balm and he relaxed a little.

"Starfleet command has nominated Mr Spock as captain of the USS Surak," Sharman continued.

At the name of the starship, both Spock and Sarek raised their eyebrows in a very similar fashion.

"The ship was named to honour the Vulcan people, Mr Spock. You were first choice to command her. Your experience as first officer of the Enterprise... " She faltered under the gazes of father and son. "It was a logical decision. There will be four hundred and thirty Vulcans aboard, all hand-picked."

Deep apprehension filled Kirk. Spock had always stated that he had no wish to command. Kirk had accepted that, sure that Spock genuinely believed it, however could the Vulcan have just been uncertain of himself? Perhaps, in the privacy of his thoughts, Spock did wish the captaincy. Certainly he had tasted complete command of the ship on the times Kirk had been missing or injured. At the beginning, Spock had experienced some difficulty with the humans under his command but he had learned to deal with them. Maybe he would prefer being in charge of a ship full of logical Vulcan scientists, beings who could keep up with him in matters that humans could not begin to understand. Kirk wiped the sweat from his forehead. He had no right to expect Spock to stay with him always. He could not stand in the way of such an able officer and hold back his career.

He became aware of Spock's gaze on him and turned to face him. He swallowed as the complete loyalty in those eyes warmed him and his fears dissolved. He silently asked his friend's forgiveness for doubting him and noticed the change of expression that told him that the Vulcan had picked up his thought. Sometimes the rapport between them was uncanny. He smiled on knowing he had been forgiven his momentary lapse.

There was silence in the room as Vulcan and human communicated. The other Vulcans lowered their eyes and retreated behind mental shields to allow the two some privacy, but Sharman and Fain watched with open curiosity.

Assured that his captain was calmer, Spock stood up, clasped his hands behind him and turned his attention to Sharman. "I am honoured by the appointment, Admiral, however I must refuse the appointment."

Kirk's sigh of relief seemed loud but the human's jolt of sheet joy at those words was so intense that Spock's composure was rocked. He fought to maintain equanimity, aware now that Jim too had realised that the powerful emotions were causing difficulty. Spock wondered if the other Vulcans were aware of anything. Sarek's telepathy was minimal but the others were unknown to him. He sensed little from them but perhaps they were tightly shielded.

"How can you refuse a captaincy?" Fain asked. "The glory, the excitement, the power..."

All attention had turned to the commodore. Spock tried to contain his disdain for the man, who obviously had little knowledge of starship command.

"Commodore, I am primarily a scientist and my natural inclination lies in that direction. I believe that in my years as a Starfleet science officer, I have contributed to the advancement of knowledge. If I took command of the Surak, I would not be able to pursue my experiments and projects." He looked down at Kirk. "The captaincy requires special skills. Those Captain Kirk has in abundance. My own command abilities pale into insignificance beside his. My first loyalty is to Captain Kirk. I am content to be his science officer and second in command. I believe my value to the Federation is greater in that capacity."

Kirk took a deep breath. The depth of Spock's loyalty never failed to amaze him. He knew he was the envy of Starfleet. Other captains would do anything to have Spock work with them. How often had been asked what it was like to have a Vulcan's friendship and support. Of all the species of the Federation, Vulcans were the most respected. Take such a friend from him? Never.

Sharman drummed her finger on the table. "Mr Spock, you have successfully commanded the Enterprise on a number of occasions."

"Indeed, " Spock replied. "I found it most unpleasant. The ship does not function at full efficiency without Captain Kirk. He is the true master of the Enterprise."

Sharman glanced from Spock to Kirk. Such loyalty between a Vulcan and human was unique. She studied Kirk and noted how delighted and proud he was because of those words. He had every right to those feelings. Sharman remembered Kirk as a studious and serious boy who had blossomed under the enlightened regime of the academy. Even then he had been a leader and all his tutors knew he was destined for greatness. She took pride in knowing that she had contributed in some small way to his achievements.

After some moments of silence, Sarek spoke. "Starfleet honours my son, Admiral. However, I must agree with him. Captain Kirk encourages him in his search for knowledge. We on Vulcan study his many findings. He could not have learned as much about the universe if he had remained at the science academy."

Spock bowed his head at his father's words and Kirk was delighted that at last, Sarek had admitted that he had been wrong over Spock's chosen career. It must mean a great deal for Spock to hear that, he thought.

"Spock is one of the most distinguished and talented scientists in the Federation," Sarek continued. "It would be unwise to take him from such an environment." He paused, glanced at his son, then looked at Sharman. "Starship captains are not easy to find. Spock would excel in this position as in everything he does, however, at this moment in time, it would not be advisable. It would be a serious, perhaps dangerous mistake for the Enterprise and for Starfleet."

Kirk joined Sarek in his attack. "What Ambassador Sarek says is true. Five starships have been put out of commission. Have you considered why?"

"We've investigated every one," Fain defended "Instrument failure, space anomaly, Klingons...."

"Commodore," Kirk interrupted. "I've been called the most successful captain in the fleet." He stood up beside Spock. "Why is that? Do you know?" At Fain's blank expression he continued, "I'll tell you then. My success lies with my crew. We work well together. We have become a team. We have the ability to live and work together in mutual respect. We are bonded together by friendship, purpose and deep regard." He took a deep breath and dew on his skills as an orator. "Mr Spock's knowledge, his special talents have wrenched victory from the jaws of defeat. His brilliance has overcome the most incredible situations that anyone, but a Vulcan, would have been confounded by. I say to you that more Vulcans should be integrated into all-worlds ships." He looked at Sarek. "Sir, I ask you to consider this. Encourage the Vulcan people not to continue their isolation from the rest of the fleet. Look at how successful Spock has been. Why can't they follow in his footsteps. Ask your people to return to working with non-Vulcans. I know it's hard for telepaths to be around us. It was for Spock. I believe, though, that he has found certain compensations. Spock has taught me how to be a better captain and a better person. Allow others the privilege of serving with Vulcans. Spock's presence aboard the Enterprise has enriched all of our lives. There's none who have not been affected by him; his lectures, his training courses, his wisdom. Lives have been saved by his lessons. All of us have the greatest admiration and respect for him. He is much loved aboard the Enterprise."

Sarek's brow rose but he did not reply.

Kirk sped on. "His patience, courage, courtesy and dignity inspire us all." He turned to Sharman and Fain. "On a personal level, he is my right hand, my balance, my closest friend. No, more than a friend he is like a brother to me. If I thought in all honesty that a captaincy right now was the right career move for him I would sponsor him myself. Spock is an exceptional officer who could do anything he chose, but his greatest brilliance is as a science officer. You do Starfleet a disservice if you believe otherwise." He paused for a few moments, aware that his onslaught had evoked the desired effect. He had shocked them. It was time to change tactics. "With respect, sirs, Starfleet is controlled mainly by people who have seen little field duty. They can't possibly know what makes a ship's crew happy and efficient."

"That is unfair," Fain protested, standing up, his face flushed.

Kirk held his temper. Fain was typical of those he had criticised and obviously knew it. It would do no good to anger a superior officer, even a paper pusher like the commodore, but Kirk would not be dictated to.

"Sir, when were you last on starship duty?" he asked.

Fain seemed startled. "I, um, thirty years ago, I believe."

"In what capacity?"

"Ensign in Engineering. What is the purpose of your question?"

"Please bear with me, sir." He gave Fain a knowing look, sure he had trapped him. "What are your memories of your captain and senior officers?"

Spock watched Kirk with admiration. Jim could intimidate even those of higher rank, if he wished it. His power of persuasion was considerable. Admiral Sharman had already been swayed, it appeared, and it was only a matter of time before Fain followed. Jim would not permit the admiralty to move Spock from the Enterprise. His determined human friend would use every means at his disposal to prevent it.

Fain's expression became troubled. "They all died during a Klingon attack. I was one of only twenty survivors."

Kirk went in for the kill. Spock knew that look. He had seen it when Jim meant to win despite the odds against it. "Why so much loss of life?" Kirk demanded. "Why was your ship destroyed?"

"Captain Erikson was a quiet, dour man, disliked by many of the crew." Fain's eyes showed pain of a past perhaps thought forgotten. "There were different factions aboard, so much disharmony. Failure of the photon torpedoes was blamed on lack of discipline, negligence down the line of command, poor communication between ranks."

Kirk clamped down on his natural compassion for the man. "That would never happen on my ship. All of my people are loyal to me. All my senior staff run their departments flawlessly. The lower ranks are just as efficient. I have the complete loyalty of my first officer, however if he believes that I've gone off the rails, he won't hesitate to tell me. If he disagrees with me he will voice it. If I make an error he will inform me of it. If the situation warrants it, I will take orders from him. He is the best first officer in the fleet. You cannot split up such a successful team."

Sharman sighed. "Your words do merit our consideration, Captain Kirk. I will convene a meeting of those whose decision this was and plead your case. I agree with your argument and will do my best."

"Thank you, Admiral," Kirk replied gratefully. "I appreciate your support."

"It has never been said that your crew lack efficiency or loyalty, Kirk. Surely a testimony to the personal charisma and abilities of their commander." Sharman smiled then looked at Spock. "Have you never wished command, Mr Spock?"

"Negative, Admiral. I prefer my scientific duties and wish to remain on the Enterprise."

"As you may have surmised, those three officers would be part of your crew aboard the Surak." She indicated the three Vulcans. Spock made no reply and she continued, " Please remain on base. I'll notify you of the council's decision as soon as possible."

Kirk grew alarmed. He didn't think she would order security to prevent them leaving but was not going to take the chance. "We have matters to attend to aboard the Enterprise. If you'll excuse us, Admiral, and notify us there."

"Very well," she replied with a trace of a smile but Fain did not look pleased.

"Sarek, would you care to come aboard?" Kirk asked. "And you also," he added, turning to the Vulcan officers.

Sarek agreed and, after glancing at her companions, T'Pau replied. "We would be honoured, sir."

Kirk didn't feel safe until they were at last aboard the Enterprise. He stepped down from the dais along with Spock and Sarek, watched as the other Vulcans materialised then commented. "Well, Spock, you're a very popular person today. We'll fight this all the way to the top. We won't make it easy for them." As a sudden thought struck him, he looked up at Spock, worried. "You're sure, aren't you? You didn't refuse this appointment for my sake?"

Spock sensed the curiosity of the Vulcans who, apart from Sarek, would have little or no knowledge or experience of humans. They would wonder at Jim's words for the human capacity for doubt was alien to them.

"Captain," he reassured. "I refused the appointment because I wished to remain on the Enterprise. I will not abandon you, my friend and captain, for a command that I would be unsuitable for. They will appoint another captain for the Surak. They will be unable to match a command team such as ours. It is illogical to split us."

Kirk's relief was profound. He reached out his hand but suddenly remembering the company with them, he drew his hand back. "You're right as always, Mr Spock. Now, you may have some time off."

"Captain?" Spock questioned.

"You must want to talk with your father," Kirk insisted. "You're off duty for the rest of the shift."

"Thank you, sir," Spock replied, but Kirk was aware of his friend's nervous swallow.

Kirk offered to give the other Vulcans a tour of the ship. They accepted and their interest in everything and their curiosity was very like Spock's. He wondered what it would be like if more Vulcans had chosen to serve on the Enterprise. Would he and Spock have become so close? Would Spock, given the chance, have preferred the company of other Vulcans? He took a deep breath, and told himself off for being so insecure about his friendship with Spock. There was no reason for feeling that way. Spock had made it perfectly clear why he wished to stay. Kirk hoped that the admiralty would see sense. They had to. He would make them.

Father and son walked in silence to Spock's quarters. They received some interested stares from the crew, all of whom were aware of the incidents during the journey to Babel. Once in his cabin, Spock stood stiffly with his arms clasped behind his back; uncomfortable as he always was in his father's presence. Although they were on speaking terms, they were not close as parent and child should be. At best there was a guarded truce between them.

"Is Amanda well?" he asked, breaking the tense silence.

"Indeed, however, humans age more rapidly than Vulcans," Sarek replied.

"That does not indicate that they are inferior," Spock said, stung by what he perceived as a criticism of his mother.

"I did not intend such a meaning," Sarek responded.

Spock swallowed. "I ask pardon for misinterpreting your words."

Sarek studied him for a few moments, then said, "Captain Kirk has spoken of the crew's respect for you. I understand that. He also mentioned... the love they bear you. On an academic level I wish to understand how they can feel 'love' for one who cannot return such an emotion."

Spock hesitated, uncertain how to reply. Finally he said, "Sarek, you should be aware of human love. Amanda loves you."

Sarek raised his brow. "I have never understood it. However, she is my bond-mate and her differences must be respected. She expects love to be in such a relationship. She is a remarkable woman."

Spock clenched his hands together. He had always been pained by his father's disapproval and longed to be fully reconciled with him. He recalled certain moments from his childhood when his achievements had gained a compliment from Sarek. His elation had been difficult to contain. Now, he wished for a normal relationship with his father but despite Sarek's belated support of his choice to attend Starfleet Academy, he feared there were too many years of bitterness between them.

Realising that Sarek awaited a reply, he said, after a moment of consideration, "Humans need to love, and be loved in return. During my years in Starfleet, I have studied them. They can be unpredictable, emotional, illogical yet they strive always to overcome their shortcomings. They believe love, friendship and respect to be the most important elements in their lives. The ancient commandment of love thy neighbour is truer today than ever."

"You have not answered my question, Spock," Sarek reprimanded.

Illogical shivers of apprehension ran up and down Spock's spine at his father's tone. Sarek still intimidated him. "I do not know," he forced himself to say. "There are theories, however."

"Explain."

Spock took a deep calming breath. "After studying their history and popular works of fiction, I have learned that power and strength are attributes that are attractive to humans. As first officer of the Enterprise my power is second only to the captain. Physically I am stronger than any human. Intellectual capacity is also admired. My scientific and deductive skills are appreciated. Telepathy fascinates humans, my eidetic memory intrigues them and my appearance intrigues them."

Sarek raised both brows. "Continue."

"Human legends abound with creatures, such as elves or devils with pointed ears"

"Indeed. Perhaps the reason why on first contact that some humans were afraid of us," Sarek conceded.

"It may be a fascination with the unknown. There appears to be an element of mystery about me that attracts their attention."

"Even if all of these conjectures are true, why do they justify love towards you?"

Spock squared his shoulders. This was becoming more like an inquisition each second. Sarek's stare was disconcerting but Spock held his ground. "Human literature is often dominated by beings whose characteristics are not dissimilar to Vulcans. These heroic figures protect others from evil forces. I may appear somewhat satanic to humans but they know I was bred to peace. They trust me."

Sarek studied his son, aware that he was disturbing him. Spock, a decorated Starfleet officer, was as nervous as a child. A strong surge of compassion and a great deal of pride swelled up within Sarek for his son. He struggled to contain his feelings, for Spock was a powerful telepath. "I believe that you have cemented more alliances than I," he said.

Spock inclined his head. "You overrate my abilities, sir."

"Negative. I have always underrated them."

Spock felt a glimmer of pride at those words. He bowed his head again to show respect but also to hide his face from the elder Vulcan's piercing gaze. "I am honoured, sir."

Sarek recalled how lonely Spock had been as a boy; neither Vulcan or human but an explosive mix of the two species. Amanda had suffered torments over Spock's battles with his dual nature and Sarek, although never indicating it to anyone, also empathised with the boy. He had been strict, perhaps even cruel to his son in his expectation that Spock be a model Vulcan and deny all human traits. In effect, Sarek knew, he had made Spock ashamed of his very humanity. That inflexible attitude had driven Spock, at a very young age, into Starfleet Academy. Spock's brilliant academic career had made him a prime candidate and he had made his mark at the Academy, not only as the first Vulcan there, but by his scientific and mathematical superiority. Once graduated, he had swiftly risen in rank and now was the only officer to hold two such senior combined posts. Now Sarek regretted his stubbornness in rejecting his son for daring to defy him. He had not meant for their estrangement to last as long as it had, but somehow the years had slipped away.

They had achieved a wary communication after Spock, during the Babel journey, had donated blood during the difficult heart surgery done by the Enterprise's eccentric medical officer. Yet, everything Sarek had intended to say to Spock had been left unsaid. He had gone to the Babel conference frustrated and pained by the lost opportunity.

He vowed that he would make it up to his son but it was a difficult prospect when faced by his remote, tense child. His words did not come out the way they were intended. "About the human... Kirk." His voice sounded harsh even to his own ears.

Spock's tension increased. Sarek's opinion of his friendship with Jim was the one subject he feared the most. "He is my friend," he answered in an even tone.

"Friendship between human and Vulcan is unusual."

"He is an unusual man. He has, on occasion, risked everything to save my life."

"A commander's duty," Sarek replied.

"No," Spock answered. He was not about to let his father intimidate him over this. Sarek had no right. Jim's friendship was too important. He would permit no-one to question it. "It is more than a commander's duty. He is my bond-brother in the ancient way. That will never be broken. You shall respect that, sir."

Spock sensed his father's surprise at those words. "How can a human return the bond of brotherhood?" Sarek asked.

"He has done so, in his own way," Spock replied.

"Then he must be an exceptional being."

"Indeed he is, sir. His friendship has ended my isolation. I am his balance and he mine." Spock forced his tension away, hoping that Sarek did not notice his turmoil.

"Then, Spock, you are truly fortunate. I accept Kirk as my son."

The mixture of emotions Sarek's words invoked almost overwhelmed Spock. He had never dared hope that his father would accept Jim into the family. Friendship ties amongst Vulcans were powerful and binding unto death. Vulcans, in general, did not believe humans capable of the deep commitment required and avoided entering into relationships with them. Sarek, of course, was an exception and had taken a human female as bond-mate. Perhaps that connection with a human, gave him some insight into Spock's friendship with Jim.

He bowed to hide his face, afraid he was showing his feelings, and to show respect. "I thank thee, father." He found a measure of control, straightened, and indicated that Sarek should be seated. As the elder Vulcan settled into the chair, Spock decided to change the subject. "Do you wish to hear my theory on Quantum Electro-dynamics?"

"A new theory?" Sarek inquired.

"Affirmative." Spock sat opposite his father and began to expound his findings. Deep down, though, he wondered how Jim would react on finding out about his acceptance into the family, as an adopted son...

***

After the tour, Kirk accompanied the Vulcan officers to the transporter room. They had taken an interest in everything he had shown them, asking short but pertinent questions about many subjects. Used to dealing with Spock, Kirk did not find that too difficult to deal with yet, the demeanours of the three had been unreadable. They were full Vulcans and unused to humans but they did remind him of his first impressions of Spock, although, at the beginning, his first officer had been even colder than even these three.

"I thank you for the tour, Captain Kirk," Commander T'Pau said. "It was most interesting."

Kirk smiled at her, saw it made no impression, and with a sigh, replied, "You'll forgive me if I win my fight to keep Spock with me."

There seemed to be a touch of surprise on her perfect features, but he couldn't be sure. "Commander Spock is a legend on our world," she said. "So is his unique friendship with his captain. Perhaps this offer should not have been made. I wish you success, sir, even if it does rob us of the most respected Vulcan officer in Starfleet."

Kirk nodded with satisfaction. Her words seemed to mean that they understood his viewpoint? With Vulcans though one could never quite tell. He watched them beam out then left the transporter room. He would join Spock and Sarek, perhaps they could tell him if there were any underlying machinations behind Spock's promotion.

Spock stood as Kirk entered the room. Kirk smiled and waved him back to his seat. Spock's natural courtesy was something Kirk always appreciated. "May I join you," he asked. Spock nodded and Kirk drew up a chair beside the two Vulcans. "Am I interrupting something?"

"Affirmative," Spock replied, bluntly honest as always. "I am acquainting Sarek with my new theory."

"Oh. What theory is that?"

Spock launched into it and after a few minutes, lost already, Kirk sat back and sighed. It could take him weeks, sometimes months if ever, to grasp Spock's complicated theories. After all these years it had become something of a joke between them.

"Spock," he interrupted, "why is it never something simpler that I can understand. Why do you do this to me?" He grinned at his friend.

Spock almost, not quite, smiled. "In essence, Captain....."

Kirk shook his head. "I don't think I'm up to it right now. Later maybe...."

"Very well, Captain. Perhaps next week?"

Kirk laughed then sobered up as he realised the possibility of Spock not being here next week. Spock also seemed to realise it and they shared a long apprehensive look.

"I will assist you in any way possible," Sarek said, startling them. "What they intend is wrong. I shall plead your case. I am not inexperienced in such matters."

"Thank you, sir," Kirk replied. "And, I want to ask if you know of any ulterior motives for offering Spock this promotion."

He noted the surprise on Spock's face and that something played across the distinguished features of the ambassador. Sarek clasped his hands on his lap and after w hat seemed like a long time, finally spoke. "It is possible. Certainly it is obvious that there are those within Starfleet who have no concept of what makes an efficiently run ship. If they did, then splitting such an exceptional team would not be considered. I will inform those in command, in particular the highest ranking Vulcan officers, that two who have joined in brotherhood should not be separated. I shall insist that they comply with Vulcan tradition. The Enterprise is the pride of Starfleet. If the admiralty do as they intend then her reputation will be at stake. My sons, I shall leave now."

Kirk had listened with growing fascination but it was the last sentence that puzzled him. Had he heard correctly? Had Sarek used the plural? There was a touch on his arm and he turned to face Spock.

"Sarek accepts you as his adopted son?" Spock explained.

Kirk swallowed. "Spock," he murmured, startled, pleased, but unsure of the ramifications of this development.

"When we entered into our friendship we joined in a bond of brotherhood as deep as the ties of blood. Under Vulcan law you are legally part of my family. Sarek is willing to accept you as such. Will you consent to be his son?"

Sudden tears filled Kirk's eyes as he remembered his own father and the precious few times they had spent together. Both his father and brother were dead but he had found a new brother in Spock, and now a father in Sarek! Spock's grip on his arm tightened and he blinked the tears away. "I would be deeply honoured," he said.

Sarek bowed a little. "The honour is mine. I only regret that until today I was unaware of your bond with Spock. No matter. I accept you into my family, James, and bid you welcome. You are now a member of one of Vulcan's most distinguished families with all the rights and privileges that brings."

Kirk's throat was almost closed with emotion. He could scarcely swallow. He looked up at Spock. "Why did you never tell me?"

"I ask your forgiveness. I should have informed you. The difficulty was that I had not spoken with Sarek for many years and did not know if he would accept you."

Kirk grinned. Life was strange and becoming stranger with each passing moment. He now had a family that he knew nothing about, and he did want to know. Spock would have to tell him all the details. His friend would not be able to hide behind that strict Vulcan privacy any more.

Spock shifted uncomfortably under both Kirk's smile and Sarek's scrutiny. He glanced down and tried to control the flush that threatened his composure. Even without Sarek's knowledge or approval he should have told Jim about this. Like so many things, it had been difficult for him. At the time he had been attempting to understand how his friendship with Jim had formed and he had never found the opportunity to explain.

Sarek stood up. "I bid you farewell. You have much to discuss."

The two officers rose to their feet. Spock was suddenly loathe to have his father depart for Jim would question him and persist until Spock had revealed all the details of Vulcan family and tradition. He took a deep breath. Even with Jim, it was difficult for him to open out despite the years of a friendship that had become the mainstay of his life.

"I shall escort you to the transporter room, Sarek, " he said, delaying the inevitable. "With the captain's permission," he added.

Kirk nodded. He was bemused by the revelations of the past minutes and desperate to learn all about his new status as a member of one of Vulcan's leading families. Patience was not one of his virtues but he knew Spock needed time and curbed himself. He bowed to Sarek as he had seen Spock do, hoping he was offering the proper respect. Vulcans valued courtesy and Kirk hoped he had learned something of of from Spock.

"It was my pleasure to see you again. sir," he said. "Please give my warmest regards to Lady Amanda."

Sarek held out his hand in the Vulcan salute. "I shall do so. May you live long and prosper, my son. With Spock at your side, I believe you will indeed live long."

"I agree, sir."

Spock was surprised at his father's openness, and Kirk's total acceptance of those words. He met Kirk's eyes and noted the happiness and curiosity reflected there. They seemed to say - You have a lot of explaining to do, my friend. He raised both brows and saw the other's laughter forming in response. With a certain alacrity, he followed Sarek from the room.

Spock dismissed the duty officer and prepared the transporter controls himself. Sarek stood by his side, watching. "Ready, Sarek," Spock said, facing him.

They saluted one another in the Vulcan fashion then there was a long silence before Sarek spoke. "Take great care of your captain. He is vulnerable to political manoeuvring with Starfleet."

Spock restrained his worry over those words. "I shall," he said and awaited more.

"When your mission ends, it will have been the most successful in the history of the fleet. There are some who would capitalise on that. Regretfully, there are those who do not care for the concept of IDIC shown by the command team of the Enterprise. Some of the latter are involved in a bid to oust you from your position here."

Spock hesitated. Was he understanding his father correctly? "Are you saying that there is still prejudice in Starfleet? There are still those who fear Vulcans?"

"Humans have matured and there is little if any prejudice on their part against Vulcans. I say, regretfully, that there are Vulcans who fear human influence on us."

This revelation dismayed Spock. "Bigotry is not logical," he responded.

"My son," Sarek said with unusual gentleness. His telepathy was at the lower end of the scale but it was enough to pick up his son's feelings. "I work against it, as do others. Do not concern yourself about it. I will defend my bond-mate, and my sons unto the end."

Spock bowed deeply and as Sarek stared at the glossy black hair, so identical to his own shading when a youth, he mused that this hybrid son of his knew the proper respect of his Vulcan heritage whereas certain full Vulcans did not.

"Farewell, my child. May you live long and prosper," he said.

Spock straightened to his full height. "Live long and prosper, my father." he said, and the respect in his eyes was apparent.

Sarek permitted himself to smile slightly and saw the expression in Spock's eyes change. It reminded him so much of Amanda that it pained him. He missed her a great deal when they were apart. He sighed, thinking of the lost opportunities with his son, and realised that at this moment in time there was a chance to make up for all the estranged years. He had to take it. He needed to find the ability to reach his much valued son. He held out his hand and almost immediately, Spock reached to touch his fingers in the ritual touch.

For several long moments, their thoughts touched and they were truly Vulcan father and son, communicating telepathically in complete understanding. Sarek broke the contact before it became too intimate but he was certain that he had given Spock a glimpse of his inner self. He walked to the transporter dais; a trifle dazed by the power of Spock's telepathy even held in restraint as it had been. It was strong for a Vulcan. Perhaps those many contacts with alien life had trained, and perhaps enhanced it. Sarek had caught tantalising snippets of the rock-like Horta with its not so alien mothering instincts. Nomad, the sentient machine, the multi-tentacle Kelvan from another galaxy, the evil Hegya the Enyadi who had tried to destroy Spock. Kirk, the one Spock had communicated with the most often and at a deep level. A human who loved and trusted Spock as a brother in the peculiar emotional way of his species. A manner that Spock was still uncomfortable with but had accepted.

Spock released the breath he had been holding, then as there was no more to say, he sent his father back to the starbase. He stood there for a minute, gathering his thoughts, reliving the time he had been closer to Sarek than ever before. He had read his father's regard for him, and his pride. Many years of bitterness and misunderstanding had been swept away. The mind touch had been like an embrace.

It was two hours before Spock arrived in Kirk's quarters. Kirk didn't ask why, even though he knew when Sarek had left the ship. He had realised that his friend needed some privacy. "I want to talk to you," he said, pointing a finger at him. "You have a great deal to tell me - 'brother."

Spock glanced down and Kirk noting his embarrassment, relented somewhat. "I mean, I know we've become like brothers," he added more gently. "I just got a shock to find out I really was your brother in Vulcan law. It takes a bit getting used to." He stood up, walked around his desk, and stood facing his friend. "Talk to me. There's still so much I don't understand, so much I don't know about you. How long have we known each other?"

"Four years, one month, three days, five hours, sixteen minutes and twenty three seconds," Spock intoned.

Kirk could not restrain his laughter. He grabbed Spock's arm for support as he doubled up with mirth. Even now Spock was able to break him up with that meticulous exactness. How did he do it? It had always amazed him.

Spock stared at him in confusion. "Are my calculations incorrect, Captain?" Kirk was unable to speak and Spock added, " Are you all right, Jim?"

Kirk nodded and struggled to regain his equilibrium.

The intercom beeped and still laughing, Kirk pressed a button. "Kirk here," he managed.

"Admiral Sharman to speak with you, sir," Uhura replied.

Kirk sobered at once. "Patch it through. On scramble," he said.

He stood at Spock's side, hands behind his back, and swallowed. They exchanged glances then turned their attention to the screen. Sharman appeared. She was standing in her office. Behind her the holographic image of Admiral Komack flickered slightly.

"Causing trouble as usual, Kirk?" Komack remarked.

"Sir," Kirk began.

"There's a disturbance along the Romulan neutral zone. Conflict has been reported in the Zimia star system. Enterprise is the only ship to have had dealings with Romulans hence I am sending you there at once."

Kirk braced himself. "Sir, Commander Spock must remain with me. His experience with Romulans is greater than mine."

Komack grimaced. "Your combined experience is even better. Starfleet has withdrawn its offer to Mr Spock. The ruling was that he was better placed as your first officer for the time being. Success to you, gentlemen".

Kirk felt almost light-headed and he could sense the tension draining from Spock. As Komack's image faded, Sharman smiled at them. "I put your case to the admiralty myself, however I suspect that Sarek's influence won the day. Mr Spock, there are few officers who'd refuse the captaincy but I believe your decision was the correct one. Good luck, gentlemen. Your orders follow. Sharman out."

The Captain and First Officer viewed their new orders but the human was barely ale to curb his impatience until the end of transmission. "Whew!" Kirk muttered as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. "That's a relief." He called the bridge. "Mr Scott, you have the con for the next shift. Lay in a course for Zimia. Warp factor five."

He switched off the intercom and looked at the Vulcan. "Sarek must have been very persuasive."

"Indeed. There are few to equal him."

Kirk grinned. "Thanks goodness they saw sense." He sat on the edge of his desk. "Now, you've got a lot to explain, Spock."

"Indeed?" Spock raised an inquiring eyebrow.

"I want to know exactly who I'm related to and what it means to be adopted into a Vulcan family."

Spock swallowed nervously. He did not quite know how to answer. Apart from his mother, no human had been part of a Vulcan family and being a marriage bond was different. However, Sarek had acknowledged Jim therefore that meant that his friend should have the same rights as Spock himself had. Yet after Sarek's disclosure regarding the attitudes of certain Vulcans, Spock was unsure if the human would be accepted.

"Spock, wake up. Why are you being so reticent about this?"

Spock gave a start then cleared his throat. "T'Pau is now your liege and you must obey her commands," he said, the Vulcan in him disapproving of the shock he had given Jim, but the human delighting in his friend's open-mouthed horror. "She is matriarch of the family and all of Vulcan. She will expect your homage when next you are in her presence."

Kirk gulped. "After what happened last time she's liable to imprison me. I don't think she approves of me or McCoy."

Kirk recalled how intimidating T'Pau was; a frail old lady but power radiated from her and strong Vulcan males did her bidding. Spock had knelt at her feet. What kind of woman could control the strength and will of Vulcan males? "Will I have to kneel at her feet?" he asked with some trepidation.

"It is expected," Spock replied.

"I see." He chewed at his lip. "I'll need to practice my humility. I'm not very good at that."

"Indeed not," Spock agreed. "I will instruct you in Vulcan etiquette. You will learn."

Kirk groaned. He suspected that the learning of Vulcan etiquette would be just as difficult as Vulcan martial arts, meditation, music, language, philosophy, all disciplines that Spock had attempted to teach him.

"She has the power to arrange your marriage, " Spock added, attempting to keep the amusement out of his voice.

"WHAT!!" Jim thundered.

"The matriarch will, if she wishes, chose a bride for you. You have no say in the matter."

Kirk grabbed Spock's shoulders. "You're enjoying this. I can see the twinkle in your eyes."

"I assure you, Jim, that I do not know what enjoyment is. You are mistaken. Enjoyment is an emotional state. Vulcans have no emotions."

Kirk grinned widely. He knew that Spock was enjoying himself at his captain's expense and Kirk didn't mind at all. If Spock's friendship meant having to comply with T'Pau's every whim for a week or month or whatever, he would gladly do so. That friendship was worth any price but given in marriage to a Vulcan woman! Could T'Pau really force that? Surely not. Yet he remembered how T'Pring by rejecting Spock had been prepared to become property of the victor. Vulcan law was very peculiar.

"Tell me more, Spock. Please don't spare me the details," he said.

The edges of Spock's mouth turned up into an almost-smile. Kirk held his breath. Smiles from Spock were rarer than Meronite crystal. He caught sight of a very small one and laughed.

"Would you care to hear about the ritual of male subjugation to the female?" Spock asked innocently.

Kirk's eyes widened. "Spock!" he exclaimed as all kinds of fearful visions crossed his mind.

He started to laugh again at the other's expression. Well it was his own fault. He had taught a Vulcan to tease and was now paying the price.

But was Spock teasing?

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