Title: Lean On Me
Author: Saidicam29
Codes: Sa, Am
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Another "first meeting"
Disclaimer:
Lean On Me
Sarek limped slowly along the deserted street, dragging his left leg behind
him. The pain was excruciating, his breathing rapid, but the embassy was
in sight now. He would make it. But first, he needed a rest.
He found a space within a row of bushes, and leaned against the tall brick wall
that bordered the perimeter of the embassy's grounds. Closing his eyes,
Sarek concentrated on the pain, trying again to block it from his mind, but he
was so tired, and it hurt so much .
A noise alerted him to the approach of another person, probably human at this
time of night. Sarek straightened, pulling his injured leg beneath him to
appear as normal as possible. He forced his features into a relaxed pose,
and he slowed his breathing. The footsteps were light, probably a female –
or a smaller male – perhaps one of those males that dress to appear
female? He hoped not; they tended to want to stop and engage in
"small talk", and he certainly was not in a frame of mind to do so
tonight. Shaking his head to clear his wandering thoughts, Sarek took a
deep breath, slowly releasing it as the person cleared the bushes that blocked
his view.
"Oh!" The woman jumped back, placing her palm against her chest, startled.
"I didn't see you there." She bowed her head, holding her hand
up, paired fingers spread, in the Vulcan hand greeting. "Good evening,
S'haile."
Sarek nodded quietly to her, his precarious control not permitting him any more
extravagant a response. He recognized the woman, not by name, but he'd
seen her on the embassy's grounds before, although he knew not what she did
there.
The woman hesitated, no doubt his lack of a courteous response seemed out of
place to her, but she smiled, nodding to him again then moved on along her
way. Sarek leaned back against the wall once more, releasing his breath
and allowing the pain to color his expression for a moment. Steeling
himself against the pain once again, Sarek pushed away from the wall and
continued his slow, arduous walk to the embassy's private gate.
A sharp gasp from behind him was the first indication that he was not alone.
He turned sharply at the sound, surprised that he had not heard any
footsteps. The quick movement sent a wave of pain coursing anew through his
left leg and into his torso. Sarek gasped, barely catching himself as he
stumbled.
The woman rushed forward to help, but Sarek held his hand out, stopping her.
"Why didn't you tell me you were injured?" She stepped closer,
but was careful not to touch the Vulcan. "I think your leg might be
broken!"
Sarek knew it was.
"Just… just stay right here. Don't move and I'll get some help." The woman
took off towards the embassy at a quick pace.
"Wait," Sarek called out, his voice still raspy from the barely-controlled
pain. He cleared his throat and took a deep breath, forcing his voice
louder. "No!"
The woman stopped, turning back to look at him. "No?" He
shook his head, but said no more. She returned to him. "You
need help."
"It would draw too much attention." He took a deep breath and
cleared his throat again. "The gate is not much farther."
The woman looked at him dubiously. "I don't understand, why--" She stopped herself, shaking her head. Vulcans
were an enigma. "All right, but at least let me help
you." She moved in close to him, grabbing his right wrist to put
around her shoulders. He didn't stop her, but nor did he cooperate.
"Come on," she urged him, "lean on me."
"I am much heavier than you," he warned her.
She smiled. "I can handle it."
Sarek shifted, slowly putting his weight on her in case she found him too
heavy. He had to admit feeling relief now that the weight was completely
off his injured leg. The woman put her arm around his back, grasping the
material of his tunic in her fist to better grip him, and held onto his wrist
with the other hand. Together they slowly started the trek down the
sidewalk. After several minutes, he heard her breathing become more labored, soft grunts accompanying every step when, for a
brief moment, she supported all his weight. Sarek attempted to pull away, to relieve her,
but she tightened her grip on him.
At last, they reached the private entry. The woman almost continued past
it until Sarek pulled back, pointing the partially obscured door out to
her. "Okay," she whispered, helping him over to the doorway where
Sarek pulled open the door of a concealed compartment and pressed his palm
against the reader. There was an audible click of the locks releasing,
and the woman pushed the door wide open then grabbed ahold of Sarek once more,
helping him through the doorway. They
stopped as Sarek pushed the door closed, waiting to hear the sound of the locks
engaging. The woman looked around, getting her bearings,
then began leading Sarek in the direction of the embassy medical unit.
Once again, Sarek stopped her. "This way," he said, pointing
toward the staff living area.
"No," she said resolutely. "We're in the embassy, and you
are getting help."
Sarek pulled his arm from around her shoulder, taking an unsteady step away
from her. He noted the shock in her expression. "Then I do not
believe your assistance is required any longer. I thank you for your aid,
but--"
"Oh, stop it," she mumbled, coming forward and placing her arm around
him again and headed in the direction he indicated. "This is just silly,
you know. Where's the logic in--"
Her words were stilled by the soft touch of his fingers upon her lips. "Shh," he said in a stilted manner that showed such an
utterance was alien to him. "We will be heard."
The woman said nothing more, her eyes roaming the darkened windows of the
suites, almost expecting to see pale faces peering out at them from
within. They passed several doors until Sarek stopped at one. He shifted his weight from the woman to the
door jamb and pressed a thumb against the covered pad beside it.
Recognizing him, the door slid open and Sarek hobbled into his home under his
own power.
The woman followed him inside, hesitating just inside the door, unsure of the
appropriateness of her presence here. She had never been invited into one
of their apartments before. She heard a small crashing noise from the
room in which the Vulcan had passed and all thoughts of manners passed as she
rushed into the room to check on him.
Only a fraction of light from the moon outside shining through the room's
single high window gave her illumination to navigate by. Fortunately, the room was very sparse, only
three wide benches set in a semi-circle on one side, and a mat sitting before a
statue set upon a pedestal on the other. The Vulcan was on one of the
benches, feet still on the floor, but he was slumped over. She rushed over to
him, afraid he might have passed out. He was conscious, his eyes
tightly closed, his jaw clenched. Even though his response was nothing to
what a human would have, his pain was still easy enough to detect.
"I heard a crash."
"Bench moved when I sat," he murmured drowsily.
'Collapsed is more like it,' she thought to herself. "Now will you let
me get help?"
Sarek took a deep breath, opening his eyes to look at the q'uomi
beside him. "Why did you return?"
"I forgot my public transport pass in my office. I was hoping to get
it and still get to the stop in time." She shrugged nonchalantly.
"I guess I'll be calling a taxi now, *after* I stop at the med. center to tell
them about you."
Even though she hadn't moved, Sarek immediately held up a hand to stall
her. "May I ask one thing more of you?"
Her mouth parted, objection clearly on her lips, but she closed it and nodded.
"Out the door, turn left, eight doors further lives a man named Sanil. Summon
him?"
"Only if he's a doctor."
"He will help me," Sarek assured her. She gave a quick
nod then fled the room.
~~**~~
"Six . seven . eight!" she said under her breath as she rushed up to the
darkened doorway and looked feverishly for something that resembled a door
bell. She pushed a button located next to the thumb pad, hoping this was
it. She heard no chime from within, and no movement, so she tried again,
then again, pressing her ear to the door to try to hear better.
Suddenly the door slid open, surprising her so much she nearly fell at the feet
of the person who opened the door. Straightening
quickly, she took a step back, looking into the dark, austere eyes of a Vulcan
woman. "Forgive me, T'sai," she bowed politely. "I'm
looking for a man named Sanil."
The woman took a long moment to run her eyes judgingly over the human before
her. "One moment." She began to
turn away, her robes swaying gently around her, then
turned back. "Do not press the chimes again."
"Sorry," she said sheepishly, but the woman was gone, the door once again
closed. It seemed an eternity before it opened again. This time a
Vulcan male stood before her, also dressed in a dark flowing robe similar to
what the woman wore. Fortunately, his gaze seemed more curious than
anything else. "Are you Sanil?"
"I am," he stated simply, then said no more.
"I was told to summon you. He needs a doctor."
The man raised an eyebrow. "Of whom do you speak?"
She opened her mouth to answer, but nothing came forth. She didn't even
get the guy's name! "Uh… the man that lives eight doors that way,"
she pointed down the way she had come. The man before her didn't even
glance that way. "I think he broke his leg," she said urgently,
wondering what he would expect her to do if this Sanil
person refused to help.
Sanil nodded grimly. "Return to him,"
he instructed her. "Ensure he remains alert to your presence until I
arrive. Under no circumstances must he become introspective."
"Okay," she agreed, running back to Sarek's
apartment. When she walked in the place was still dark, and she couldn't
find the light control. Forgetting that for the moment, she walked up
beside the Vulcan, where he remained in the same position as before.
"He's on his way," she informed him softly, but he made no
response. "I hope he's a friend of yours, because I think I angered
his wife." She laughed softly. Again, no
response. Remembering Sanil's orders,
she began to panic at the thought he be unconscious. She kneeled at his side,
trying to see a sign of consciousness. "Can you hear me?" she asked,
her hand reaching out to touch him on the shoulder.
"Sanil has no wife," Sarek said, turning
his head to look at her. "Are you
sure you went to the correct suite?"
Amanda nodded. "He said his name was Sanil,
but a woman did answer his door." She heard the Vulcan sigh, and
turn back. "You know, I realized I didn't even know what name to
tell him. I'm Amanda," she introduced herself.
"Sarek."
"Sarek," she repeated pleasantly. "So… what in the
world happened to you tonight, Sarek?"
She heard him swallow hard, an impatient sounding sigh escaping his lips.
"I wished to explore the rock formation that overhangs the bay not far
from here."
Amanda nodded. "Yes, I know the area you mean. That's a
dangerous area; there're accidents there all the time."
"So I heard," Sarek admitted, not wishing to admit the embassy strictly
forbids them from going there at all. "However, I believed sitting
on the cliff and gazing upon the water would be conducive for meditation."
"Was it?"
"I did not reach the top. As I climbed, I became distracted by the sudden
flight of some Aves and I made an erroneous step. My leg slipped deep
between some rocks and became lodged. My momentum toppled me towards the
side, towards the ocean. I am fortunate that my leg was anchored, or I
may have fallen completely off."
"But instead you broke your leg," Amanda finished. "My
god, that place is over a mile from here!"
Sarek nodded. "One point eight four kilometers, to be precise. After some time I
managed to free myself and crawl back down the rocks to the beach. I
found a lengthy stick and used that for a crutch until it broke. After
that, I walked back as best I could, putting as little
weight on my injured leg as possible. It has taken me many hours to get
here." He paused, even the act of speaking
was wearing him out at this point. His leg had gone numb now that he was
still, something he was grateful for at this point. If he could only
center himself, he could go under and heal. "Would you light the pyllora'vel for me?"
"What?" He pointed at the statue across the room.
"Sure," she said, getting up and examining the statue. Beside
its base she found something that resembled matches, and struck it against the
stone pedestal. A fire lit, which she applied to the material in the bowl
of the statue, hoping this was correct. She stepped back, watching the
firelight flicker over the fierce facade of the creature's face. 'Ugh,' she thought, turning back to take her
place beside Sarek's bench. He was watching the statue as well, his
expression thoughtful, almost dreamy. Amanda remembered what Sanil's warning.
"So why didn't you ask for help?" she spoke loudly, rudely so, but at
least it would get his attention. "There are plenty of homes and businesses
along the way, any one of them would have called an ambulance for you."
Sarek's gaze flickered from the firepot to the
human. "I have reasons for not wishing my mistakes to be common
knowledge."
Amanda shrugged. "What--"
The door opening interrupted them, and Sanil came
in. His robe was gone, now he was dressed in a simple tunic and pants similar
to what Sarek wore. He had a satchel slung over his shoulder, which he removed
as approached Sarek's side.
Amanda moved away, giving him access to Sarek's bad side. She stood beside
the doorway, watching the doctor at work.
Sanil took a scanner from his satchel and ran it over
Sarek's leg. "A fracture of the femur, unaligned;
and a torn lateral meniscus." He looked at his friend.
"Is the pain severe?"
Sarek nodded, his eyes portraying the agony he had hidden all this time.
"I cannot trance."
"Good. If you had you would suffer a significant limp and a noticeable
amount of pain the rest of your life." He sat back on his heels,
looking Sarek over. "I think we should summon T'Priral."
"No," Sarek quickly said. "You will do this."
"I am merely in training, Sarek'am."
"You know the treatment."
"I know the concept, but I have never treated such an injury, never witnessed
a treatment for this. If not done properly, you might be troubled by this
forever."
"The discomfort will preferable than having to explain my actions tonight
to Ambassador Soltor. He will never consider me
as his replacement if--"
"And I shall never make Healer if it is known I treated you myself." The two Vulcans locked glares, their
stubbornness matched.
Sarek was the first to look away. "If it becomes known, I will take full
blame. I will say I treated myself."
"A lie?" Sanil
asked.
Sarek reluctantly nodded. "It would be wrong for you to be in any
way damaged by my own mistake. Therefore, in that instance, a lie would seem
a logical course."
Sanil shook his head. "The pain has
clouded your thinking, Sarek'am." He took
a deep, resigned breath, looking up at Amanda. "You will assist
me."
Amanda startled at her place by the door. "Me? No, I don't
know--"
"You need to know nothing," he assured her, "simply do as I tell
you." He stood up and turned up the lights, located in another
hidden panel Amanda never found. Back by Sarek's side, he removed a hypo
from his satchel. "This will alleviate your pain during the process,
and prevent you from trancing."
Sarek nodded, not moving as the hypo was pressed against his arm.
Sanil gestured Amanda over to him, instructing her to
lift Sarek's good leg while he lifted the injured one. As one they lifted
and swung Sarek's legs onto the bench, a sharp hiss and clenched fists evidence
to the pain it caused him.
"Sorry," Amanda whispered, moving to kneel on the opposite side of Sarek
from Sanil. She watched as Sanil
removed cutters from his satchel and cut away the pant's fabric on Sarek's left
leg from his hip to his ankle. Sanil then cut
the rest of the way up, completely removing the pants from Sarek's left
side. Amanda was shocked to note that Vulcans, or at least this Vulcan,
wore nothing beneath their trousers. She turned away modestly as Sanil worked at sliding the material out from beneath
Sarek, towards her direction.
"Slide this off his leg. I need them out of the way."
Gingerly, Amanda reached up and began tugging what was left of his pants over
his right hip. It was awkward, and difficult, as she was doing her best
not to reach for the fabric hugging his inner thigh lest she touch more than
just a leg. Freed at last, Amanda casually folded the ruined material and
gently placed it atop the area that made her the most uncomfortable. If
either man noticed her actions, they said nothing.
Sanil was busily scanning the area of Sarek's knee
and thigh. "It is essential that the setting is perfect before we
apply the osteo-repair to the leg. While it offers
only a light fusing, it will dictate how the leg will heal." He
looked up to catch Amanda's gaze. "Since Vulcans heal at a much
faster rate than humans, there is no opportunity to adjust the setting
later."
"I understand," Amanda assured him.
"Brace your hands against his inner thigh. I will press from this side,
and apply the treatment."
"What woman was in your room," Sarek asked lazily, the current situation
the farthest thing from his drug-induced mind.
Sanil glanced at him sharply. "Silence is
preferable from you, Sarek'am."
"I know," Sarek said arrogantly then looked at Amanda. "Sanil and I are unbonded.
He prefers to take advantage of this."
"Enough," Sanil ordered.
Amanda could detect the doctor's discomfort. "Shhhhh,"
she said, encouraging Sarek's silence. Sanil
pressed on Sarek's leg, and Amanda's attention was focused on the procedure
before her.
"That," Sarek said slowly, "hurts."
Sanil said nothing, his focus solely on monitoring
the scanner he used to observe the effects of his technique. Amanda
turned to Sarek briefly, giving him an encouraging smile. "I don't
think it will take much longer."
Sarek grunted doubtfully. "You," he said, pointing a finger in Amanda's
direction, "are." he waved his hand lazily in the air, seeking a
word.
"Human?" Amanda offered.
"Female," he told her, nodding meaningfully, his eyes roaming her
face and torso slowly.
Amanda's mouth dropped in scandalous surprise.
"There, do not move," Sanil called out,
drawing Amanda's attention back to their task.
She watched him work, fascinated as he traded his scanner for another device,
the osteo-repairer. He applied this for several
seconds then switched back to the scanner to check his progress, repeating this
time and again; one hand switching between instruments, the other maintaining
the exact position required to hold the bone in place. So entranced by
his fierce concentration, Amanda nearly startled when something brushed against
the underside of her left breast; but terrified at the thought of upsetting the
doctor's work, she made certain not to move. Her eyes flickered to Sarek,
but he faced away from her, his attention seemingly on the lit statue across
the room. Passing the incident off as
accidental, or perhaps even imaginary; Amanda resumed her vigil of the
leg. Sanil had just placed his instruments down
when again Amanda felt a brush against her breast, this time there was no
mistaking the act. Over and over he rubbed the backs of his paired
fingers across the swell in her shirt, each pass becoming bolder, going
farther. She gasped, indignation burning her face scarlet.
Sanil glanced at her questioningly, his attention
then drawn down by the movement below. He hand shot out to grab Sarek's,
holding his patient's hand down against the bench. "Kroy'kah!" he hissed at Sarek, his tone becoming
contrite when he addressed her. "Forgive him, it is the drug."
Amanda nodded uneasily.
"You can let go, this part is complete."
Amanda was never more relieved than she was at that moment. She slid back
from the bench, resting her back against the wall, hoping her role was finished
for the night.
Sanil stood, straddling Sarek's lower leg and
adjusting the knee. Scanning the leg
once more, he nodded, satisfied, and then placed a brace over the entire
leg. He got up, kneeling again at Sarek's side, this time by his
head.
Amanda sat up, moving back to her knees, intrigued when Sanil
placed his hands on Sarek's face, moving them slightly until he pressed hard against
his cheeks and forehead. The Vulcans locked gazes, Sanil's
lips moving slightly, but silently. Slowly, Sarek's eyes closed, his face relaxing. Sanil
gently removed his hands and began picking up his belongings.
When he stood, Amanda did as well. "What did you do to him?"
Sanil glanced back at Sarek then looked at Amanda
thoughtfully. "Your assistance was most helpful this
evening." He bowed deeply from the waist. "We are
grateful." He turned, walking over to the pedestal where he opened a
cabinet and removed a blanket, which he spread over Sarek's still form. Sanil picked up his satchel and walked to the doorway,
gesturing for Amanda to precede him.
"You're going to leave him alone?" she asked uncertainly. Sanil nodded. "What if he falls, or needs to get
up, or something?"
"He will not move for some time, T'sai. I will return to monitor his
condition."
He waited for her to go, probably impatient, but if so, Amanda couldn't
tell. Casting a glance back at Sarek, Amanda gave Sanil
an apologetic smile then exited the house. Sanil
made no further comment to her, just closed the door behind him and headed back
to his own abode. Amanda watched him go,
remaining in place even after Sanil had entered his
apartment. Now that she was free to go, she found herself inexplicably
reluctant to do so.
**~~**
Amanda pulled her jacket tighter around her neck, increasing her pace. It
was late, and chilly, and she'd again had to return to the embassy to retrieve
her public transport pass. 'This is becoming a weekly ritual," she
mumbled, shaking her head in disgust at her own absentmindedness. She was
almost at the embassy gate when a hooded figure stepped out of the shadows
ahead of her. She stopped, momentarily startled, but remembering she was
still on embassy grounds she slowly continued on her path. The hooded
figure didn't move until she was almost upon him, then he reached up with one
hand and slid the hood back. It took Amanda a moment before she placed
the face.
"Sarek," she said pleasantly.
Sarek bowed a greeting in return then walked the remaining steps to meet her.
"Looks who's up and walking. You look like
nothing happened."
"There are still remnants," Sarek admitted, "but they are
negligible."
"Good, I'm glad you're better." She nodded at him once, then stepped around to leave.
Sarek kept in step behind her. "You work quite late for a
teacher," he commented. It had occurred to him the day he spent
convalescing after awaking from the healing trance that it was rare for one of
the human workers to be at the embassy so late. In the days since, he had
done his own inconspicuous investigation into her role there. She remained
late two nights each week, the same two nights Sarek was never required at the
embassy.
"Uh… yeah, I do. I give private lessons after hours."
"Indeed? Perhaps I could benefit from such instruction as
well? I am free on the evenings you term Wednesday, Friday, and
Saturdays."
Amanda stopped to consider. "Well, I don't generally work on the weekends
- on Saturdays or Sundays; and I already have a student those other two
nights."
'Ambassador Soltor?' Sarek wondered silently.
Aloud, he asked, "Perhaps you could manage a double lesson those
nights?"
Amanda shook her head. "I don't think he'd agree; but if you speak with
your superior I'm sure we could fit you into one of the evening or early
morning classes." A sound from the road attracted her attention, and
she turned in time to see the public transport roll past the embassy
gates. "Oh no!"
"You transport," Sarek surmised.
"Yes. Rats!" She began
heading back the way she'd come, Sarek accompanying her.
"This is the second time I have caused you to miss your ride."
"It's all right," she answered absently. "I can call a taxi, it's just a bit inconvenient; and expensive."
"The embassy has transports," he informed her.
Amanda stopped, watching him nonplussed. "I don't think they're
there for employees to commute with."
"No," Sarek admitted; "but they are for embassy residents to
use."
Amanda tilted her head, smiling playfully. "Are you offering me a
ride?"
"It would seem I am indebted to you for at least two." Sarek
steered her towards a hanger where the embassy shuttles were stored. At
this hour it was unmanned, but Sarek was able to gain access and sign out a small
two-seater.
Amanda climbed in beside him as Sarek leaned forward to start the small
flitter. "You sure we won't get into trouble?"
He leaned back, taking a deep breath and slowly releasing it as he stared at
her in contemplation. "If anyone asks, I will tell them the shuttle
was used in the course of business."
"A lie?" she asked, remembering the night when she helped Sanil set Sarek's broken leg.
"No," Sarek answered quietly, setting the flitter into motion.
"It is being used while we negotiate the terms of my private
lessons."
Amanda's nose wrinkled in confusion. "Our schedules don't match. When did you intend to have private
lessons?"
"Saturdays," he nodded slightly at the guards as he passed through
the embassy's gates.
Amanda bit her lip, stifling her exasperation. "I told you I don't work
on Saturdays."
"Ah," Sarek nodded. "Now you shall see why I will be the
next ambassador to Earth." He glanced at her, the twinkle in his eye
conveying the emotion he suppressed.
Amanda grinned, shaking her head good naturedly, suddenly unable to look his
way. She stared out her side window, watching the lights pass by,
wondering why her heart was suddenly thundering in her chest.
The End