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A/N:
This story is written for the mini challenge “Spock's naked tushy” proposed by Saidicam29. It
was inspired by the beautiful story ‘In My Dreams’, written by Saidicam29 and T’Lea, which can be found
at the ‘Sarek and Amanda archive’.
The challenge is
based on a
holo-picture, Amanda shows to Chapel:
“"When Spock… in the yard… buck naked… Sarek trying to catch him… little green tushy…
neighbours were… Sarek tried to… Spock thinking it was a game… got
camera…" "I’d *loved* to have seen that," Christine
said. "Might just have a holopic with me…" his mother’s voice.”
Letters in
Italics represent people's inner thoughts.
Let
us all thank Saidicam29 for suggesting that challenge.
Also I must
express my profound thanks to The Klingon Kitten who edited this story. And you
must forgive my simple vocabulary. English is not my native language.
Run Little Mushroom,
Run!
By VickyFromGreece
“Will
you say ‘daddy’ for me? D-d-d! Daaa-dyyy.” Amanda Grayson tried to separate and pronounce
each letter clearly, yet so far her one-year-old son simply refused to
cooperate. And to be honest this wasn’t the best of times. Bathing a Vulcan
baby - with water - and expect him or her to enjoy it, or at least to remain
still during the water bath, was simply an illusion.
Oh,
well, at least she didn’t have I’Chaya jumping around her feet making this more
difficult than it already was. So far and despite Spock’s protests she had
managed to bath her baby son considerably well and now she was drying his hair
with a soft towel. And perhaps teaching him a new word? Amanda could swear
Spock had almost said it yesterday.
“Daaaddyyy. Watch my lips, baby. Da,
da-ddy. Oh, please sweetie, say it for me. Say ‘daddy’. Now, before
daddy arrives, OK? Say ‘daddy’ to surprise him when daddy arrives. Da-ddy, da-ddy.”
Yet
despite her pleas her small son kept his mouth defiantly shut, just like every time she
bathed him with water – sonics were forbidden to children younger than three years
old. Spock was not pleased and wanted to make his displeasure as obvious as
possible. He knew there was no way he could avoid a bath and kept a long face.
How do other Vulcan mothers
do it? Amanda
wondered and suddenly felt helpless as she looked down at her blouse and shorts.
Spock was now dry while she was soaking wet. Yet this was not the time to moan.
“And
off we go!” she exclaimed triumphantly with a wide smile while picking Spock up
in her embrace and they left the bathroom heading toward his room. For a few
seconds she held him above her head as if flying and Spock squealed in delight
– her baby certainly loved to fly!
However
as she exited the bathroom Amanda frowned. Again. She looked
at Spock who smiled in her embrace and recalled the conversation she and her
husband had last night. Sarek had told her that the time had come for Spock to
begun his ‘training’ and Amanda knew what those words meant. Vulcan upbringing
meant control of emotions. She sighed. How much longer would her baby smile
like that? How long would she see that adorable smile?
Mother
and son walked down the corridor while Amanda became increasingly worried. Where is I’Chaya? The image of a 350-pound
enormous sehlat happily running careless and free on her defenseless rose
garden brought shivers down her spine.
“I’Chaya?
I’Chaya? Where are you, you big dumb furry carpet?”
She
did not care how much Sarek or Spock loved the family’s aged sehlat. Ever since
the day I’Chaya had ‘obviously mistaken’ (or at least that’s what Sarek had
claimed) her freshly dug rose garden for his playground one week ago, Amanda was
not so well disposed toward him. In fact she was less kind. And
more strict. Much more strict.
Besides
I’Chaya ought to know, the rose garden was off limits. Which made Amanda wonder,
how did the sehlat make such a mistake? What was he thinking? I’Chaya did not provide
any explanation.
So while
holding Spock, she exited from the living room door and headed to the garden.
And
the sight made her furious.
“Oh, my God! I’Chaya! Get out of there! Why, once I get my
hands on you! You… you… you fur-ball! Get out!” she screamed at the sehlat digging
his claws in her precious roses. Enraged Amanda began to walk toward it when
suddenly she froze.
The
sehlat that turned and faced them was… not I’Chaya. It was slightly smaller in
size and its fur was a tone lighter.
“Arf,
arf!” it barked happily and waved its tail as if welcoming Amanda and Spock to
join in the uprooting of the bulbs. Oh, her poor, precious bulbs!
“Woof,
woof!” I’Chaya appeared from inside the house and ran toward them. Amanda
closed her gapping mouth and Spock realizing the abundance of playmates laughed
delighted and waved his small hands to welcome them.
“What
is this? Where did you come from?” she asked the strange sehlat while I’Chaya
moved between them as if to make the introductions.
“Woof,
woof!” the larger sehlat barked and seemed quite happy with the unexpected
company. “Arf,” the other sehlat replied. They seemed to have met before.
“How
nice,” Amanda smiled sarcastically. “Now there are two of you… Isn’t it lovely?
I’Chaya!! Get your friend out of my garden!” she continued in a strict tone. “This
garden is mine! You know that! And where did he come from that friend of yours?”
“Uuuur,
uuuur!” the strange sehlat cried in a way that indicated it had been seriously insulted.
Then it approached her and started licking her legs, while it waved its tail
and smiled at Spock.
“Oh,”
cried Amanda as she took one step back in a failed attempt to avoid getting herself
and Spock licked all over. “You are very friendly, aren’t you?” she asked while
both sehlats concentrated their attention on the baby she held in her embrace.
Sehlats loved children and Spock laughed while the animals tickled him by licking
his feet.
Amanda
rolled her eyes and moaned in frustration.
Great. Just great. I’Chaya probably
had not destroyed her garden, but she thought he did and had been mad at him
for the last week. Her garden was destroyed by another sehlat – which meant poor
I’Chaya was innocent - and now that she had caught the offender and chided him,
she felt guilty because he was cute and friendly, like I’Chaya. Oh, well. At least Spock, after a
horrendous bath, was smiling again.
“And
what are you smiling, huh?” Amanda asked her son. “You like seeing my roses executed,
you little cutie?” She gasped in a theatrical way and goggled
her eyes. “Ah! So… this was a conspiracy!” She smiled wickedly and pinched his little
tushy. “Did you trick me into
bathing you, so your friends here would destroy my garden?”
“Aaaaa, iiii-aaaa!” Spock exclaimed and,
ignoring the insult, tried to leave his mother’s embrace to join the sehlats.
“No,
no! I’ve just bathed you. And they are dirty,” Amanda said and held him firmly.
But
then she recalled last night’s conversation. How much longer? How much longer
would her baby do this? Run, play, and laugh. How much longer would she be able
to see him running, playing… and laughing? Damn
biology, she thought while a knot was formed in her throat.
“Well…
maybe just this once,” she smiled, swallowed the knot, and left Spock on the
ground. “I’ll be watching you three, so you’ll all behave!”
Spock
laughed and started walking towards the enormous sehlats, reaching out for
them. The animals welcomed him waiving their tails, and all three ran across
the garden.
Amanda
was amazed once again, seeing her son running with uncertain steps. Due to
their advanced bone construction Vulcan babies walked sooner than Human ones. But
like most male babies, Spock had not spoken yet.
“Woof,
woof!”
“Arf, arf!”
“Iiiii-yyyaaaaa!”
Amanda
leaned on the balcony’s door, crossed her arms and smiled. She was also amazed
with herself. A couple of years ago while she was still trying to conceive,
there was no way she could imagine one day she would leave her one-year-old
baby run free between two enormous ursus-size animals that each had six-inch
fangs.
Now,
two years later, she saw them like giant pandas. Sehlats were very clever,
patient and the gentlest of creatures which made them ideal pets for every
household. Vulcans had domesticated them thousand of years ago, like Humans did
with dogs. I’Chaya, who was older than her husband, had proven the best
babysitter in the entire Federation and the other sehlat was obviously familiar
with children as well.
Where did it come from? Amanda wondered. Then she
remembered their new neighbors. Soren, a colleague of Sarek’s from the
Spock
was laughing and caressing the enormous beasts that licked his face while all
three ran across the – now entirely ruined - garden. She would have to start all
over again. Yet at that moment Amanda decided that she didn’t care. It didn’t
matter - the garden could be dug again numerous times. She would start over. Her
baby would not run like this much longer, Amanda thought with a feeling of
regret realizing she might never witness such a scene again.
Spock
ran after the sehlats and chased them, as the animals ran and rolled all over
the garden. They raced and circled each other full of grace despite their
enormous weight and when Spock tried to catch one of them, they moved away so
as to avoid hitting him. Spock tried to catch them again, and the odd dance was
repeated over and over...
Amanda
knew that she had seen that scene somewhere… But where?
What did that scene remind her of?
“A,
ha, ha, ha!” she laughed aloud as she finally remembered. It was from an old
Earth movie from the mid 20th century, a combination of classic
music and animated segments. There was a dance in it… what was its name? Oh, yes!
The ‘Chinese Dance’. It was performed by a cluster of tiny mushrooms, dressed
in long robes and coolie hats. And there was one little mushroom dancing always
out-of-step. Her baby was just as cute as that little mushroom, if not cuter. A
naked little Vulcan mushroom.
Suddenly Spock lost his balance and sat on the ground. He frowned. Then
he turned on his side, placed his feet under his belly, grasped I’Chaya’s fur,
and firmly stood up again. Amanda smiled at the image of his little green tushy now covered
with soil.
“Well done, Spock!” Amanda encouraged him when it hit her. Where was the
camera? Why wasn’t she taking pictures of this? She’d show them to Sarek when
he returned and send a few pics to her parents too. They missed their only grandson
so very much…
“I’Chaya! I’m going to get the camera! You watch them!” she shouted and
the faithful sehlat acknowledged with a low grunt.
Amanda ran to her office as fast as she could, grabbed the camera and
hurried back to the garden. Spock was sitting on I’Chaya’s back, holding his
fur. Amanda approached the merry company, lifted the camera and started taking
one picture after another.
Spock grabbing I’Chaya’s ear.
Spock biting I’Chaya’s ear. (Poor I’Chaya he
truly hated that.)
Spock laughing on I’Chaya’s back.
Spock running after the two sehlats.
Spock trying to grab the other sehlat.
Spock on the other sehlat’s back.
However after that last picture I’Chaya decided to return the infant to its
rightful owner. Amanda gasped as the 350-pound sehlat grabbed the family’s
precious heir with his mouth like a large cat, carried him and carefully left
him at Amanda’s feet.
“Woof!”
he commanded, ending their game then and there, while Spock began to protest. Sitting
with his mother, who had the awful habit of bathing him in water, was not how
he wanted to spent his afternoon! He wanted to play with them! Them! Them!
Them!
Amanda
was puzzled. Maybe I’Chaya wanted to play with the other sehlat and was afraid
they might accidentally injure the child, she assumed.
Then
she noticed something she had not seen before. A deep hole dug next to the
yard’s wall – so that’s where the sehlat had come!
He really did come from the neighbors, Amanda realized. The
animal had dug a burrow that
united the two gardens. That made perfect sense. Sehlats did not like climbing,
so it was obvious he didn’t climb the tall wall. And of course he didn’t enter
from the gate door which was always locked ever since Spock started walking.
“No,
no, no. You will stay right here,” Amanda said and held Spock by the hand.
“Let’s leave I’Chaya and his friend to their play. You are dirty again, Spock.
Come on. Let’s get you cleaned now before daddy arrives.”
“Aaaaahhhh!!!” The little child screamed in protest at the
realization he was about to suffer another hateful water-bath. He tried to run
away but his mother held him firmly by one hand while she held the camera with
the other.
“No, Spock, no! I let you play with the sehlats. Don’t you
wanna be clean? We have to wash away the dirt. It’s only fair to-” Amanda
paused at mid-sentence when she realized why I’Chaya brought Spock to her.
The
sehlats started to jump around and bite each other in a violent way. The
neighbor sehlat made the first move. He bit I’Chaya on the neck. Not seriously,
but quite forcefully. I’Chaya approached him from behind and reciprocated the bite.
Then they engaged in a ferocious embrace and started to… become friendly with
each other.
Very friendly.
Very, very… very friendly.
“Oh, my goodness!” Amanda laughed and covered
her mouth. She suddenly realized what she was witnessing and the reason the
neighbor sehlat was offended when she asked ‘him’ where ‘he’ came from. ‘He’
was not ‘he’ at all!
“I’Chaya!
Oh, dear! Ummm…” for a moment she was out of words. “Come on, Spock, let’s go
inside,” she said and tried again to pull her son inside the house.
Then
the front gate opened and her husband walked in.
Sarek
hardly managed to take a second step when… his eyebrows ejected to his hairline.
Obviously he did not expect to witness such an… unconventional
scene upon entering his household.
But
then the sehlats saw the opened front door. Their primitive side had arisen to
claim them and both animals felt the calling of the
It
all happened within seconds. Amanda had never witness anything similar during
her entire lifetime. It was the fastest thing she ever saw.
She
knew Vulcans were flexible, more flexible than Humans. She never knew how much.
While
running as fast as she could to her freedom, the female sehlat accidentally
pushed Sarek – he stood right in the middle of the gate. Yet instead of falling
down, Sarek jumped aside, avoided the sehlat, twisted his body, flipped into the
air, and landed on his hands and feet, like a cat. It was jaw-dropping, to say
the least.
“Oh, my God!” Amanda yelled and pulled Spock’s hand more
firmly. If she didn’t see it with her own eyes, she would never believe it.
I’Chaya,
who saw his companion running toward the wilderness, ran after her.
“I’CHAYA,
KROYKAH!” Sarek commanded and the sehlat froze at the gateway.
Sarek
rose to his feet, then approached and caressed his lifelong friend. “I
understand,” he said in a calm tone. “But she is heading to the mountains. To
pursue her would be dangerous.”
The
sehlat turned his gaze from the road and faced him.
“Uuuuuuurrrr!” I’Chaya cried in protest while he and Sarek communicated
empathically.
Of
course and he knew it was dangerous, he didn’t need junior to remind him! I’Chaya
wasn’t born yesterday. He had been out in the Forge numerous times, both with
Sarek and before he was even born with Skon, junior’s father. He
knew his way around.
But she was young and probably had never been out there alone. Logically
that was the reason she had run out there – she was unaware of the dangers. And
besides wouldn’t Sarek do the same thing if his female was in the same
situation? He too had brought home an ignorant female who – both junior and
I’Chaya could recall very well – had screamed when he first saw him. She had
thought I’Chaya would attack and bite her! How rude!
So for a few more seconds the sehlat and the Vulcan stood and faced each
other in a battle of wills.
Then
the Vulcan withdrew.
“Go,”
Sarek said softly, “and be very careful.”
“Ruff!” I’Chaya acknowledged hurriedly and ran down the road leaving
behind him a cloud of dust.
For
a few seconds Sarek observed the sehlat with affection. I’Chaya wasn’t 100-years-old
anymore, he was getting old, and during the last 5 years he had put on some
weight. But he was also stubborn like all S'chn T'gai males. Sarek suppressed a
sigh and then turned his attention to his own family.
“Iiiii-aaaa!” Spock cried and tried again to free himself
from Amanda’s grip. Why was his son naked?
“Oh,
OK, go!” Amanda said and released Spock’s hand so that he would go and greet
his father. Sarek watched his little son amused as the child ran naked toward
him and opened up his arms to embrace him. It was quite logical.
Yet,
when they met, Spock did not stop. Instead he passed beside his father and continued
to run to the gate… and beyooooond!
Sarek
stood surprised. He turned to see his wife laughing uncontrollably at Spock’s
defiance. Then he looked at his son. Then he looked at his wife again. Amanda
tried hard to muffle her laughs but failed miserably. Sarek raised a challenging
eyebrow. Is that so, adun’a?
Then
he went after Spock.
That
was it! Amanda saw the perfect opportunity, raised the camera and took a few
more pictures.
Spock
buck naked, his little green tushy covered with soil from the garden.
Sarek chasing Spock who runs naked.
Sarek catching Spock, who protests because he wants to
run and play with the sehlats.
Sarek, holding a quietened Spock in his embrace, and walking
back to her.
To her??? Amanda gasped. Oh,
oh, trouble. She could explain all this logically, right? Nervous, Amanda
bit her lower lip. When Amanda was nervous she always chewed her lips. Well… she could try.
However,
as he approached her, Sarek was momentarily distracted by:
a.
Amanda’s tiny wet blouse and the way it stuck on her body, outlining her bosom in
every detail.
b.
Amanda’s beautiful, warm, brown eyes and the pleading look she gave him while
she wore a tiny wet blouse and the way that blouse stuck on her body, outlining
her bosom in every detail.
c.
Amanda’s soft lips, the tempting, seducing way she bit her lower lip, while she
wore a tiny wet blouse and the way that blouse stuck on her body, outlining her
bosom in every detail.
d.
Various other reasons.
“Adun’a,”
he greeted her by extending his hand to form the ozh'esta.
“Adun,”
she extended her hand, caressing his index and middle fingers with hers.
Their touch made Amanda wonder. Aroused? He was aroused? Why was Sarek
so aroused? She was still a little shaky from watching him flip into the air.
Sarek observed his wet, lightly dressed wife. Amanda wore a sample of a
blouse and a sample of shorts called ‘hot pants’. She was completely wet. Then
he looked at his smiling son. Spock was dry. He was also naked, and covered
with soil and dirt. Then he looked at the ruined garden. There was a large hole
near the wall. Then he looked at his wife.
“I am pleased that during my absence the house is still standing,” he
said in all seriousness while his eyes shone.
Amanda burst out laughing again. Were there really those who claimed Vulcans
did not have a sense of humor?
She coughed in a failed attempt to control herself. “Uh, I’m sorry. We
were taking our bath and-”
“I understand,” Sarek nodded. If he wanted his Human wife to behave like
a Vulcan, he would have been married to a Vulcan instead. Affectionately he
caressed his son’s head. The child needed a bath. Badly.
That was when it happened. Spock raised his small hand and caressed his
father’s cheek.
“Daaddy.”
Amanda gasped. She covered her mouth with her hand and her eyes were instantly
filled with tears. “Oh, Spock, you’ve said it!”
Sarek was also moved. He had waited many years to hear these words. Many, many years.
“Sa-fu,” he replied and touched Spock’s temple, sending him a warm, deep
feeling of affection and acceptance.
Then Spock looked at his mother and extended his other hand toward her.
“Maamma.”
Amanda’s emotional dam broke and the tears started running down her
cheeks.
“Oh, baby…” she whispered, took his small hand and kissed it. “Mommy
loves you so much.”
The couple held hands as they stood and Sarek observed his family. They
had been through a lot to have Spock. Especially his wife.
Treatments… experimental formulas…. And all this time he lived in a torturous
uncertainty. What would happen if he lost his beloved wife? Or
his unborn son? Or his wife and his son? For a
Vulcan, whose life depended on his wife’s existence, it had been hell. He had
controlled it, of course. But it had been hell.
Yet at this moment all the agony, all the uncertainty, all the pain
evaporated like ice melting under Nevasa, the cruel Vulcan sun. Yes… that single
moment made everything worth it.
“Shall we discuss this while bathing Spock?” Sarek asked her softly and
Amanda nodded with a teary smile.
They
entered inside their house and headed to the bathroom.
Amanda
walked ahead. Sarek behind her observed his wife’s posterior. The sight was
aesthetically most pleasing but she would have to change her attire inside the
house, he realized. Spock was no longer an infant, the child now could walk and
talk and… question. Spock was growing. He would ask questions. Many questions. Although outside their home Amanda was
dressed like a proper Vulcan wife, inside their home she still wore her old
shorts and blouses. That had to change. He decided to suggest that Amanda
continue wearing her Terran clothing only inside their bedchamber. Sarek
disliked asking Amanda to change. That was not why he married her. But there
was no reason to confuse their son any more than he already would be in the
future. In only six years Spock would have to choose his future path… And it
was a choice the boy could not take back. It would determine the course of
his entire life.
Then,
while still observing Amanda’s posterior, he started preparing a mental list of
activities for the night, after they put their son to sleep. He had added several
mating suggestions on the list, when he recalled something he had observed
earlier.
“There
is a large hole in our garden,” Sarek noted.
Sarek
look at his son, who remained quiet in his embrace as they entered the bathroom.
Spock looked miserable and entirely surrendered to his cruel, unavoidable fate.
“I
see,” he replied considerably amused. It was not the first time I’Chaya left
the house and he knew it would take a few days for his friend to return. “Of
course,” Sarek nodded and touched tenderly Spock’s temple sending him a mental
image of a compensating dinner.
.
.
.
Later
in the bathroom Amanda observed Sarek while he bathed Spock. Spock, who now sat still, the perfect image of a quiet little
angel.
Why, that little rascal! Amanda thought. He
knew there was no way to bend his father’s will and behaved like the model of an
ideal child.
Amanda sat behind them, on the cloth refresher. She still held the
camera and scanned all images one by one, until she found the one she was looking for…
Sarek chasing Spock who runs naked.
She smiled. Would any of them ever realise how cute that picture
appeared in her human eyes?
She
raised her head and looked at the two men of her life.
Spock
held his hands above his head while Sarek washed meticulously his underarms. Through
their parental bond Spock could sense that his father, like himself, disliked
water. But Spock had to be cleaned. It was true, the child thought, he had
become very dirty chasing the sehlats. So he behaved. In that way they would
finish this horror sooner. It was not obvious to the eye, yet Spock could
clearly sense his father’s cloaked discomfort.
Amanda
observed them and recalled again the conversation she and Sarek had last night.
Her husband had assured her that naturally Spock would be given a choice. It
was logical. Nothing would be forced upon their son. Instead both options would
be presented when Spock would become older. Their son would be free to choose
by himself which philosophy he would follow in his life, Vulcan or Human.
Except…
controlling his emotions was a training that Spock had to begin now – most
Vulcan children his age had already started. Without it he would never be
accepted in the Vulcan society as an equal. Spock had to learn to control his
emotions.
Acceptance… Amanda sighed. The last
thing she wanted in her life was for her son to grow up like an outcast… or a
pariah. He already was different – Spock had her brown eyes and for that even
now he stood like a paradox among other Vulcan children. So… training of his
emotions would begin. And who knew what Spock would choose in the future?
But… She looked again at the holopic. Whatever Spock chose
in his life, that picture was hers. She had witnessed it, captured it and it
would remain hers forever. Hers to hold and treasure. Hers to remember. Hers to tease them both.
Besides, who knew what the future might bring? Amanda looked at the image.
Nobody knew.
She
rose, put the camera aside and went to help Sarek dry Spock.
.
.
.
All
members of the S'chn T'gai household slept most… pleasantly that night. Whether they slept indoors or outdoors. Well, almost all.
Spock
had not been pleased his parents put him to bed earlier than usual. And it took
ten days for I’Chaya to return! Ten days! No, Spock was not pleased at all.
But
he never spoke to I’Chaya about this.
His
mother was in shock when ten days later the sehlat entered their house. I’Chaya’s
left fang was half-broken and he had several scrapes and a few bite marks. Yet
he walked tall and proud. Why was he so pleased? Spock wondered. What did he accomplish?
His
emotional mother cried a little while she feed and caressed I’Chaya. His father
ran quickly to fetch a healer, who gave I’Chaya a physical exam and pronounced the
sehlat healthy. A little battered, but healthy. The aged man injected I’Chaya with
a stimulant and a cocktail of antibiotics to prevent infection.
Then
he left to visit the family next door. They had also called a healer for I’Oneer,
their female sehlat, who had left home and returned also after ten days.
However that call was not urgent as the female was in a better condition. In
fact, she was in an excellent condition the healer concluded, informing her
family. No scrapes or bite marks whatsoever, not even a tiny one. I’Oneer had indeed
returned perfectly safe and harmless to her family.
.
.
.
Seven
months later I’Oneer gave birth to three small cubs, two females and a male. A
pleased Soren invited Sarek and his family, including I’Chaya, to visit them for
a festive dinner. Vulcans always celebrated the birth of new life.
In a dark room prepared entirely for her, the adults discussed in low
voices and admired I’Oneer’s babies, while Spock and T’Pring watched them in awe. They were so small!
Toothless, blind, and bald. Ugh!
Their
parents had warned them not to approach the cubs but keep a distance. I’Oneer,
who lay on a few blankets, did not allow anyone to touch her cubs, except
I’Chaya. He bent down, sniffed the babies and licked them. Then he licked
I’Oneer’s face while she fed the cubs.
Spock
and T’Pring looked at each other. Ugh! Then they run off to play with her new
puzzles.
The
three cubs were much sought after. Many families expressed keen interest in
adopting them for they came from respected households, especially from the
father’s side. Sarek and Soren made a diligent selection and the cubs went to
caring homes, twelve months after their birth. The families who took them had
the approval of both parents.
Amanda
always kept in her handbag that picture of her husband running after their one-year-old
naked son.
Later
over the years, when Spock had made his choice, she would sometimes retrieve
that holopic, looked at it and smile at the beloved memory, for it was all she
had been left of that smile.
And perhaps teased her husband and her son from time
to time.
Just a little bit.
The End.
Soundtrack:
Pyotr
Ilyich Tchaikovsky: The Nutcracker Suite, Op.71a Chinese Dance. What else?
Vulcan
words (from the Vulcan Language Dictionary):
kroykah: stop
adun: husband
adun'a:
wife
sa-fu: son
ozh'esta:
finger embrace
A/N:
I’Oneer’s name comes from the Greek word oneiro which means dream.
Sehlat
cubs are inspired by bears and that information comes from Wikipedia.
The
name of the little mushroom in the ‘Chinese Dance’ is Hop Low.
‘Fantasia’
is a 1940 film that belongs to Disney. I own my dreams and my imagination. And I’Oneer.