I have written a little Sarek and Amanda in
my Spock/Uhura story The Hunt. This is
just a bit of fluff I thought I would share out here.
Title: Missing You
Category: Movies » Star Trek: 2009
Author: hopefuladdict
Language: English
Rated: G
Genre: Romance/General
Published:
Chapters: 1, Words: 1,806
Summary:
Sarek goes on his first diplomatic mission without Amanda since being
bonded with her.
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek and
it makes me sad. No money is made from this work. Dr Daniel Corrigan, Vulcan healer Sorel and
his wife T'Zan are the creations of Jean Lorrah.
If anyone knows who created Sarek's assistant Soran let me know and I will be
happy to give credit of his mention where it is due. He appears in numerous fan
fiction stories by different authors with Sarek and Amanda, but I can't find
him on the memory alpha, so I believe he's fannon not
cannon.
A/N: Special Thanks to TalesFromTheSpockSi de for her generous beta work.
Missing
You
The house was dark when Sarek awoke and edged quietly out of bed, desirous not
to rouse his wife. He made little sound as he moved about, using the sonic
shower and dressing in preparation for his trip. He trod silently back through
their bed chamber, only to find the place where Amanda
had been curled up asleep in their bed vacant. He exited the room and walked
the short distance down the hall, rounding the corner that led to the main living
area, and found her.
Amanda was standing by the front door to their home, holding her husband's work
briefcase while she waited for him to appear and swaying in a way that he found
perilous.
"I am quite capable of seeing myself out, Amanda. You are in need of rest;
return to bed," Sarek chided.
She looked at him as he approached her, her sad eyes wide and dark and full of
emotion, so very human. He knew she was disappointed – she would say unhappy,
with the turn of events. Though she usually accompanied him on his diplomatic
trips, this time she could not. Their final check with their physician, Dr
Daniel Corrigan, before being cleared for travel had found her with a low grade fever for which he could find no cause. She
insisted she felt fine, but her elevated temperature had continued to linger
and Dr. Corrigan would not sign off on her papers to permit her departure,
scheduled for the following day.
"You're going to be gone for a month, Sarek." Amanda sighed quietly.
"I couldn't let you slip out without saying goodbye." She gave him a
weak smile, blinking slowly from the clinging shroud of slumber.
Sarek refrained as usual from telling her such sentiments were unnecessary and
illogical, even when she wasn't ill and in need of additional rest. He took his
bag from her, placing it on the floor, and escorted her back to bed, encircling
her waist with his arm to ensure she didn't stumble in her groggy
state. She climbed obediently back under the covers, giving his empty side of
the bed a forlorn look, but said nothing. She had already argued with Sarek and
the doctor, to no avail; she needed to accept what she couldn't change. She
whispered that she loved him and he brushed her cheek with the back of his
hand, mentally noting her fever had increased by two degrees. However, he did
not comment on it, understanding it would only exacerbate her already
melancholy mood. Her eyes were heavy and slipped closed after only a moment of
him sitting beside her, and he left, his robes rustling softly as he departed,
leaving her alone.
He went to the comm in his study before leaving and
left a message for Daniel, updating him on the status of Amanda's fever and
requesting he check in on her daily until her body was functioning within its
normal parameters.
____________ _________ _________ __
Amanda's days while Sarek was absent were full. Her fever broke two days after
he left, and she fell back into her normal routine, minus him. She tended her
new garden in the early morning hours, ate her breakfast, cleaned up, and went
to work.
When she returned home in the evening, Amanda often discovered she would absentmindedly
prepare enough food for two, or dishes that Sarek especially favored before she realized what she was doing. She dined
on occasion with Dr. Corrigan and his associate and fellow healer Sorel, and
Amanda felt foolish and disappointed that she could not control her negative emotions
better, her loneliness and longing for her husband, especially since Sarek
seemed to be fine without her company. Though she missed his physical presence
terribly, she could feel his constant, subtle calm through their bond,
apparently completely and perfectly content without her. She tried not to think
about his lack of disquiet over their separation; it made her heart clench in
her chest.
The first night he was gone, she had found one of his soft tunics, enormous on
her tiny frame, and began sleeping in it, knowing Sarek would find her behavior ridiculous. She awoke every morning to find herself
ensconced on his side of the bed, wrapped tightly around his pillow. She
refused to change the bed sheets that still held the faint hint of his scent.
Sometimes she woke in the night and couldn't bear to be in their bed alone, so
she would shuffle off, dragging his pillow along with her like a teddy bear
from her youth, settling down on the sofa in his study. Amanda developed a preference
for Sarek's previously 'too uncomfortable' chair when she utilized the family
room, and twice fell asleep in it while working on her lecture notes.
No matter where she slept, she dreamed of him…always.
____________ _________ _________ __
Sarek and his assistant Soran were satisfied with the progression of negotiations
with Solarius II. If the meetings with the planetary
government continued in the same fashion they had experienced thus far, they
would return to Vulcan three days early. If they could dispense with the
endless parade of gatherings that always accompanied such things, they could be
back within the week.
Sarek was Vulcan's ambassador to Earth before he met and married Amanda; he had
been required to attend a plethora of banquets and obligatory social functions
which accompanied such a position, alone. He pondered how the whole process now
seemed to evoke a feeling of tedium in him that he did not recall experiencing
before he was bonded, as he made his way to yet another formal dinner—the third
this week. He was slightly startled to find how quickly he had become
acclimated to having her by his side and how keenly he felt her absence.
He walked into the designated ballroom for the dinner and was met by Soran and
his bondmate, T'Mir. She, like his Amanda, typically
traveled with her spouse when he was required to go off world. Their host, a
short and rather round man, greeted them and walked them to their assigned
table, talking as they made their way. The gentleman inquired if Sarek and his
companions were comfortable in the rooms provided them, just as he had each
time he had spoke with them. The three nodded their assent...again, all
accustomed to the practice of redundant questions by non-Vulcans when they
engaged in 'small talk'.
In truth, Sarek had not rested well during his sojourn on the planet. The bed
in his room felt inordinately large without Amanda lying next to him. He pushed
away the thought of her warm body curled around him,
her hair splayed wildly about her head, and took his seat for the meal, the Solarian leaving them to greet more delegates.
He watched in silence as Soran prepared a plate of food for T'Mir,
from the offerings on their table for the evening meal, and placed it before
her. She touched two outstretched fingers to his for a moment then gathered her
utensils and began to eat. Sarek's stomach churned as an unpleasant feeling swept
over him. Envy, perhaps? How fascinating. He lowered his eyes and went about
consuming his own meal, contemplating the growing list of experiences that
seemed to have become disagreeable without his wife's attendance.
____________ _________ _________ __
Sarek and the other ambassadors were successful in bringing the summit to a satisfactory
close ahead of schedule. They would arrive back on Vulcan within the hour,
three days ahead of schedule, just as he had surmised. Amanda would be asleep when he arrived, but
he would be with her, would be able to look upon her…it was sufficient.
He entered their home and set aside his things, greeted by the fresh scent of
the soup and biscuits he favored. He wondered if
Soran had contacted Amanda about their early return, prompting her to prepare
them. He checked the warmer in the kitchen and found it empty. His stomach
grumbled.
His eyes scanned the common room as he passed through and he noticed a book, Persuasion,
by Jane Austen, lying in the chair he frequently sat in. He stopped and looked
at it with curiosity. A small quilt Amanda had received as a child and brought
from Earth was draped across the chair's back. He stared at the chair and its
out-of-place contents for a full minute.
Sarek progressed to the bedroom and stopped abruptly again. His side of the bed
looked as if it had been slept in, but the entire bed was now empty. Where was Amanda? He turned on his heel,
concern stirring in him though he could feel her gentle presence in his mind,
and began to search the rest of the house. When he entered his study he located
her. Amanda was covered in one of his
robes, asleep in his chair, her head on one of its arms. He could see the edge
of one of his shirts peeking out where the robe had fallen away from her thigh.
The robe slipped further off as she shifted and emitted a soft sigh.
It wasn't until she mumbled his name that Sarek became aware he had stood transfixed,
gazing at her sleeping form, for ten minutes and four seconds. He crossed the
room in two long strides and carefully lifted her into his arms. Her head lolled against his chest, and then
she burrowed into it, inhaling deeply. He started toward their room while
leaning into her hair to drink in its scent, murmuring against her dark curls.
"I missed you too."