Title: The Science
Festival
Author: Mila
Beta: Selek
Summary: Another version on how they met. Sarek’s father is
awarded a prize and sends his son to receive it for him. Meanwhile, Amanda is
attending the same prize-giving ceremony, accompanied by her boyfriend.
There he was!
Amanda saw Malcolm walk towards her table, his step light
and a smile on his face. And as so often before, she found herself smiling back
long before she had formed the thought to do so. She was still awed that such a
feeling could exist, that she could be so happy just because he smiled at her. "Hi, Mal."
"Lars wanted to see me. I've just come from his
office." He pulled out the chair next to her, and let himself fall in it
in a rather dramatic fashion. "Phew! You wouldn't believe those people.
They just kept dropping by. Didn't even bother with proper
excuses. That's why I was delayed."
"Oh, I didn't even notice," said Amanda
cheerfully, hoping this was not going where she suspected.
"Nothing unusual about it, of course. He is a
famous man now, Lars is. And everyone wants to be part of it."
"Yes, I met some of our undergraduates the other day.
They were talking to a literature major. One of them said, 'You'll have to stop
being so overbearing from now on, we've got one as well now'!" She laughed
at her own story, feeling proud about how she had managed not to react to
Malcolm's implications.
But he would not take the hint. "And to think that you
could have done your PhD with Lars... But I suppose we all make stupid
mistakes. And you're still very young."
Amanda smiled and pretended to agree with him, not wanting
to have any more disagreement with Mal, as she had been given permission to
call him. Olsen was one topic they could never agree on. Malcolm Wilson, the
now famous professor's assistant and very junior colleague, liked him while
Amanda had to be careful in his presence to remain polite. She decided not to
let that bother her. Things were finally starting to look good. Her life was
getting better.
It was shortly after she had started her third year as a
Ph.D. student at
The Science Prizes were given to the most distinguished scientists in the
Federation. There were other important prizes as well: the Nobel Prize on
Earth, the Zee Magnees Prize on Alpha Centauri, the Vulcanian Scientific Legion of Honour. But the recipients
of these prizes were limited to the citizens of one planet, whereas the Science
Prize could be awarded to any Federation citizen. The Science Festival that
included the prize-giving ceremony took place once every five years, on the
planetoid
Almost a hundred years after it had been introduced, finally having a laureate
among their members gave everyone in the linguistics department a constant
topic to talk about. Professor Olsen remained the centre of attention during
the two months leading up to the ceremony.
"The reason Lars wanted to talk to me..." Mal
waited for her to focus her full attention to him. "He invited me to go
with him."
"Wow, that's great." Amanda tried to smile. He
kept on observing her with a strange expression, which she found unnerving.
"Yeah? I was
thinking...How about you come along?"
"What?..."
"To the festival. I can
have someone accompany me."
"Really? You
mean it? Oh, Mal. Oh, that will be so marvellous!"
Some people might have found her reaction a little over the
top, but 'some people' were not her. Amanda Grayson, child genius, nicknamed
the "walking encyclopedia" by her peers,
had never managed to fit in before. Having finished university at age 17,
people her age found her intimidating and her peers found her immature, at
least that was what they said. Amanda had a growing
suspicion that they were simply jealous. She was pretty enough to attract
almost any young man, but most of those lost interest in her once they got to
know her. Her first boyfriend had been a catastrophe. The only positive aspect
about the relationship had been that it had been blessedly short lived and had
elevated her from child status to young adult. At least, that is how she saw
it.
Her social life had taken a turn for the better when she had met Malcolm. He,
of course, was not intimidated by her. As the youngest member of staff at the
department, he had no reason to. Now, shortly before her twentieth birthday it
looked as if she finally had a real boyfriend.
So it happened that it was quite natural for her to be overjoyed when Mal
informed her that he wanted to take her with him. She agreed immediately, and
went shopping for an appropriate dress the same afternoon.
Almost a week before the festival, she, Mal, the professor and his wife, met at
the shuttle station that would first take them to the space station circling
Terra, from which their ship departed for
"I do not see why we have to travel on this old ship," said Grace,
Olsen's wife, for the fourth time.
"As you know, my dear, the price for the other ship is almost twice as
high. I'm sure the university has more important things to spend their money on
than our travel expenses," Olsen replied with a long suffering sigh.
"Nonsense! Tell me, how many people from your
precious university are receiving the Science Prize?" she asked, her voice
steadily rising.
"Ha! Only three other humans are receiving the prize this year and one of
them is not even Terran. She is from the Cochrane Institute on Alpha Centauri.
Of course the university is greatly indebted to me." Olsen looked very
self-satisfied.
Amanda could not help herself. "You mean you and Mr.
Skon. He formulated the original theory, after all."
The professor's face darkened perceptibly. "Yes, yes, of course. His
theory was what pointed me in the right direction."
Amanda wanted to say that Olsen's theories were basically a generalization of
Skon's work, but noticed Mal's forbidding glare and
dropped the subject. Turning her attention to the chronometer, she sighed
quietly, hoping that the air would clear once the shuttle arrived.
After an uneventful journey that Amanda had mostly spent gazing out at the
stars because Mal had turned out to be space sick, they finally landed on the
planetoid. There were special escorts waiting for them, who took them directly
to their hotel. Three suites had been assigned to their party: one for the professor and his wife, one for
her and Mal and the third supposedly for Skon. They had been informed that the
third suite was not yet occupied.
Amanda inspected her rooms. There was a bedroom for two, a
large bathroom with both a water and a sonic shower,
and a separate sitting area. It all looked very nice. After they had unpacked,
they all went to lunch.
When they came back to their hotel, the receptionist
informed them that the missing member of their party had arrived. Olsen turned
to them. To her mostly, it seemed. "You all know how to act with Vulcans,
of course. They do not like to be touched and have no concept of small talk. I
will introduce you all briefly - there will be no handshaking - and after that
I suppose he will prefer to mostly keep to himself. And of course he has come
alone. Anything else would be 'illogical'." He put the accent on
"illogical" and ended with a strange little laugh.
The only one who replied was his wife. "Of course, my
dear," she said.
They arrived at their quarters and knocked on Skon's door. The door opened and
a handsome, tall Vulcan stepped outside. He seemed relatively young, like a
human in early to mid thirties, but with a Vulcan it was difficult to tell.
Olsen froze in his tracks. "Where is Mr. Skon?" So much for
etiquette, Amanda thought.
The Vulcan raised an eyebrow, otherwise his face remained impassive. "Skon will not be attending the
ceremonies. I am here to receive the prize in his name," he said in a calm, even tone.
"You! Who the hell are
you?" Olsen almost shouted.
The Vulcan's face seemed to be carved of stone. "My
name is Sarek," he said in the same tone as before, turned around and
entered his suite, shutting the door behind him.
...
That first evening would be the reception of the laureates,
which included short instructions about what would happen at the prize-giving
ceremony the next day, and the proper etiquette for accepting the prizes.
Olsen went straight to his room after the meeting with Sarek, his wife in tow.
Malcolm and Amanda followed suit.
Once they were in their quarters, Mal turned to her, his
hand reaching up, caressing her face. "I'm sorry you will not get to meet
Skon after all. I know how much you wanted to."
Amanda felt warmth fill her. She had not quite come to that conclusion yet, and
Mal was already worried about her being disappointed.
"I suppose you will have to be content with Lars and me for the time
being," he went on in a light tone.
"I wonder who this Sarek is?" Amanda spoke
as if to herself.
"I suppose he's one of his less important colleagues", Malcolm said,
sounding deliberately uninterested. "Probably thinks he has more important
things to do. You said so yourself, a few days back. He doesn't care for
prizes; he is already well-known. I bet this little stunt will only make him
more famous."
"That is not what I said," Amanda said quietly. "And besides, he
might have a very good reason for not coming."
"What a strange girl you are, Amanda. You defend him when you can't think
of a single good reason for his rudeness. Yet you constantly go on about how
impossible Lars is. He might have his ticks, but he is one of the most
brilliant linguists there are."
"I'm not denying that--" Amanda started to say.
"No, but you don't take it into account. You know, you were his favourite
student," Malcolm said. She had been Olsen's best student. Whether she had
been his favourite was debatable, but she did not argue the point.
Mal moved over to her, his voice softening as he went on.
"Look, I'm not saying you should suddenly be his best friend. He will
probably be in a bad mood this evening, and you really should not add to it. It
won't hurt you to take his side for once, but at least don't defend Skon's
actions. Can you do that for me?" Amanda smiled a tight little smile and
agreed.
They dressed for the evening and left. While the Olsens would be at the reception, Mal and Amanda would
wander around the town and then wait in a bar that had been recommended to them
prior to coming to
It took a little getting used to, the constant night. It
took
The domes were made of transparent aluminium, allowing the
night sky to be seen. They provided some heat insulation, protecting the towns
inside from damage during the day, but not enough to allow humanoids to stay
there. For some reason the government preferred
Mal told her anecdotes from his friends' lives while they were waiting. Before
she knew it, the professor and his wife joined them at their table. At first,
Amanda was a little worried, expecting the professor to be moody, but he
surprised her. He seemed to be in excellent spirits, leading the conversation
from one topic to the next, never staying with one that might lead to different
opinions. He never once mentioned Skon or Sarek. He was a brilliant
conservationist when he chose to be, Amanda had to give him that. He could talk
about almost anything in an animated manner, expertly avoiding any disagreements.
And when he voiced his opinion you could never tell whether he was serious or
making fun of you. He was not all that bad, objectively speaking. Many people
admired him, and almost as many liked him. Amanda was not entirely certain why
she did not belong to that category. She had admired him when she had been his
undergraduate student. But she had never liked him.
During one of his early lectures his name had come up and he
had explained that he was of Danish descent, as could be easily deduced by his
name. After class, she had collected her coursework from him and had asked him
in Danish how he had liked her work. He had stared at her, uncomprehending.
Amanda had falsely assumed it had to do with the question and had gone on to
elaborate, until he had finally interrupted her with a, "What the hell are
you saying?" She had been mortified and had apologised for falsely
assuming he spoke Danish. Thinking about it, there was no reason why he should
speak Danish. But in his place, Danish would have been the first foreign
language Amanda would have studied. The problem was, as Amanda had later found
out, that Olsen did not speak any other languages. He was a theoretical
linguist, and that was that. A part of Amanda rebelled against that attitude.
For her, learning languages was simply part of the job.
They returned very late, after a thoroughly enjoyable evening. Despite the late
hour, however, sleep eluded Amanda and after finally giving up, she sneaked out
of her quarters and went down to the tiny hotel bar.
There he was, as far away from the few other guests as he could be, sitting in
the corner with a bottle of Altair water and a glass in front of him. He was
reading something on his PADD and did not see her approaching.
"Hello, Mr. Sarek," she said as he finally looked up. "Do you
mind if I join you?"
"It is late," he said, then added as an afterthought, "Please
sit down."
"I couldn't sleep. And neither could you, as it seems."
"Vulcans require less sleep than humans."
Amanda felt a little uneasy. Sarek's immobile face was unnerving. She couldn't
even tell whether her company was welcome or not.
"So how did the reception go?" she asked.
Ah, finally some reaction, even if it was just one slowly raised eyebrow.
"I might have made a mistake in interspecies relationships."
Amanda was intrigued. "How so?"
He took a moment longer than absolutely necessary to answer. It was clearly a
hesitation. "It takes considerable
time to travel from Vulcan to
"Well, I do understand. Mr. Skon was probably otherwise occupied, but you
still wanted to show that you take the festival seriously. So you took the
effort and turned up. But I was wondering..."
"Is there something you do not understand?."
"Uh, I suppose, yes."
"Please ask. Somehow, you seem to be the only one here
who understands my reasoning. I will try to explain the best I can."
"Why did Skon ask you to come?"
"I tried to explain that. The distance from..."
Amanda interrupted him. "No, no. I mean why you specifically? Do you work with
him?"
"He is my father."
They sat in silence for a while, Sarek reading his PADD, and Amanda watching
him. She felt herself calm down. She had talked to him and he had explained his
reasons, which were surprisingly simple and straightforward. Amanda felt
something straighten in the world. After some time she said good night and went
back to her room. Part of her enjoyed the prospect of telling her companions
that they had been wrong, another part did not want to part with the knowledge,
wanted to treat it like a precious secret. She crept inside her bed. Malcolm
didn't wake when she slid under the covers.
She did not see Sarek the next morning. After meeting up with the Olsens, they went for breakfast. Her hesitant suggestion
that it might be more polite to acknowledge Sarek as part of their party by at
least greeting him was met by three pairs of glaring eyes, so she held her
tongue. Inviting him to join them was obviously impossible after that and she
did not suggest it.
The professor seemed more talkative than usual, which, at first, seemed a
continuation of last evening, but soon it became clear that it was due to
nervousness. At first he kept up the artificial cheerfulness, but soon it
became strained and some time after breakfast he started drinking some
mysterious fluid from a flat silver container.
Grace, his wife, constantly fluttered around him and parts
of her comments could be heard: "...just walk over...you don't have to say
anything...then bow towards the other scientists, then to the front... and that
young man, I didn't catch his name, what a posture, what an elegant
bow...." She was going through the coming ceremony, repeating to him the
steps he had been taught the day before. She was obviously trying to calm him
down, completely failing to realise that her words were having the exact
opposite effect.
Finally, it was time to go and the different groups of scientists and their
various companions assembled in front of the hotel. A shuttle bus had arrived
to take them to the large concert hall, where the ceremony would be held. They
made quite the picture, a few dozen species put together in an area of a few
square metres.
Everyone was dressed up, formal wear being a requirement for the ceremony.
Amanda was wearing the dress she had bought on impulse the day she found out
she was going. It was magnificent, probably the most beautiful and the most
expensive garment she had ever owned. It was made of a light, flowing material.
The silver colour was dominant, but it had a slight greenish shimmer in the
artificial light. Asymmetrically draped around her torso and falling in rich
folds to the floor it gave the vague impression of waves on the sea. She had
spent every last credit on it.
So there she was, wearing a tailor-made dress that she should not have been
able to afford and being completely ignored by her boyfriend, who was currently
complimenting Grace Olsen on her dress. It was rather overstated, Amanda
thought.
Sarek arrived at the meeting point shortly after them, wearing one of those
long robes that passed as formal wear on Vulcan. In his defence, it was made of
a particularly rich fabric and he was wearing the Vulcan equivalent of a suit
underneath the robe. By the way he stood a little away from others, completely
ignored by everyone but her, Amanda could not help but think that he was very
uncomfortable. Vulcans did not mind solitude, that was known
to her, but the solitude was almost always filled with useful pursuits
of some sort, usually work. Being forced to spend days surrounded by strangers
he had nothing in common with and having no occupation, that was hard to
overcome, even with Vulcan stoicism.
Happy for her companions' distraction, Amanda moved over to Sarek. "Hello again. How do you like
"It requires a great deal of cost and effort to keep it habitable, since
it is not a Minshara class world, but otherwise it
fulfils its function." He raised an eyebrow, then
continued: "I hardly see how my opinion matters in this case."
"Well, discussing the weather would be a little boring, since we are
inside a biosphere."
"Ah I see. You are attempting small talk. The concept is quite foreign to
Vulcans."
Amanda started to think that her impression of Sarek being lonely might have
been an altogether human way of thinking and was considering going back to her
companions, when she noticed Sarek's eyes travelling up and down her length.
"Most species put a lot of effort in these events. You seem to value the
ceremony almost as much as the actual prize," he said.
"I suppose you could say that." She smiled, momentarily distracted
from the fact that he had just done something suspiciously similar to checking
her out.
She was about to elaborate when she heard Mal's
almost accusatory tone. "Amanda!"
She hurriedly moved over to him, giving Sarek an apologetic smile. Mal waited
for her to enter the bus before following her.
The ceremony had gone smoothly. There had been over a hundred laureates on the
stage watched by an audience of a few thousand. Despite his lasting nervousness,
the professor had managed to behave himself. He had sat with the other
laureates and when his turn arrived he had managed to receive his prize from
the Rigelian UFP Minister of Education without much
fuss and only a slightly stiff bow.
She found another opportunity to talk to Sarek that day. The awards ceremony
was followed by a concert, but before that there was some free time to allow
people to refresh themselves. They left the hall and moved to one of the
lounges located inside the same building. Drinks and light snacks were offered
and there were quiet booths for those who wanted to sit down or have some
privacy.
In a few minutes the lounge had filled with people, mostly standing around in
small groups and talking. The Olsens were mingling a
little, exchanging a few words with the other guests.
Amanda noticed Sarek nearby. He did not come close to her, but he was staying
in her vicinity. It had started right after he had come down from the stage. He
had followed her inside the lounge, slowing down every time she came to a halt
to talk. Her first assessment of him seemed to be right, after all. She was the
only person present he could relate to and he was circling her.
There had been three other Vulcan laureates, but they had all magically disappeared.
One had not turned up and had the prize sent to Vulcan, another had just
arrived before the ceremony and was already on her way back to her home world.
The only Vulcan to take part in the festival had exchanged a quick greeting of
strangers with Sarek and was currently sitting in one of the booths, waiting
for the concert with no intention whatsoever to mingle with other people.
This antisocial behaviour of Vulcans in general had one positive outcome:
Professor Olsen seemed somewhat reconciled with Skon's behaviour and was no
longer taking it as a personal insult, so Amanda thought it safe to take pity
on Sarek and wave him over. Olsen seemed rather happy to see Sarek.
"That's what you get inviting Vulcans, eh? What were the organizers
thinking forcing you to be with so many illogical beings?!" He laughed
rather loudly, his face flushing a bright red. It seemed,
his mysterious fluid was catching up with him. Sarek just raised his hand in
greeting.
"Is it some form of protest? Or is giving prizes illogical in
general?" Mal added.
"Not at all. Vulcans have had the Science Legion
of Honour for over eight hundred years. It has been observed that some form of
competition improves scientific progress," Sarek replied.
"So it is specifically this prize that your people have a problem with. Or
is it just that it is not appreciated as much as that Scientific Legion of
Honour?" Amanda gave her boyfriend a glare, but he ignored her.
"On the contrary. The Science Prize is the
highest valued acknowledgement a scientist can receive. Many Vulcans
specifically work towards it. It is logical that the larger the group one is
competing against, the smaller the probability of winning. Therefore the prize
has a higher value than the Science Legion of Honour," Sarek said, putting
emphasis on the correct title of the Vulcan prize.
He paused for a moment, as if to collect his thoughts or maybe to find the
right thing to say, then went on: "This concept of turning a scientific
competition into a ceremony and a festival, to combine work with pleasure, as I
think your saying goes, is quite foreign for Vulcans. Many feel that the time
and effort allocated to the celebration could be used more efficiently."
Olsen laughed again. He was starting to say something, but Amanda was sick of
the barely concealed rudeness of her companions and realizing that she was on
the verge of answering in kind, she chose that moment to get herself a drink.
She ordered Andorian ale from the unfortunately chosen Tellarite server,
received her drink and, turning around, she almost ran into Sarek. Amanda
gasped. "Oh, I didn't hear you coming."
Sarek had the decency to look uncomfortable, realizing that his stalking her
was becoming rather obvious. "I came to get a drink," he said.
"Sure you did," the bartender muttered under his
breath.
Sarek's keen hearing picked it up. He raised an eyebrow.
"I wish to order a drink."
"Let me guess. Nonalcoholic. Too bad, you won't be able to join the young lady."
"What do you mean by 'join'?"
"Have the same drink as her. How
about it?"
"I would prefer a glass of Altair water."
"Water, huh? You sure you don't want to reconsider? As
I know you Vulcans, you never order anything else than water. So how about
trying something new? You've followed
the young lady's example in everything else."
Amanda did not miss the emphasis on 'followed', nor what it
implied. She turned instantly red, but was not quite sure why. Instead of
analyzing her reaction, she chose to be angry at the bartender. "Now
what's that supposed to mean?! Surely, it's his business what he wants to
order."
The Tellarite gave a quick laugh. "No need to be so
defensive. Here is your water, sir."
Amanda was not entirely happy with her reaction, plus her
stupid blush was refusing to go away. She turned to Sarek, but refused to look
him directly in the eyes. "Sorry for my outburst. I know I shouldn't have
interfered."
"It is of no concern. Tellarites like to argue. It is
polite behaviour for them. He would not have stopped without a similar reply,
and I prefer not to answer in that fasion, if I can
avoid it."
"Out of the frying pan into the fire."
Amanda could not help it.
"I do not understand. What do you mean?"
"You know, you just went from one upsetting
conversation to the next." At his confused look, she gestured towards her
three human companions.
"I expected Professor Olsen to be upset. Emotional beings always seem to
look for an emotional reason for others' actions."
"So then why did you come instead of your father?"
"He did not agree with my assessment of the situation. He did not want to
take the time off from work. It is end of term on Vulcan. For my people, to
serve others is the greatest honour and teachers do not abandon their students
unless absolutely necessary."
"Oh. That's how it is. I have to say, you have a much better understanding
of our species than we seem to have of yours," Amanda said.
Sarek seemed uncomfortable with the simple compliment and tried to explain:
"It is not a universal trait among Vulcans. I am in the diplomatic service
and yet I failed to convince my father that his actions could be seen as an
insult."
"A diplomat. How exciting. You probably get to
see so many interesting people. And now you are forced to spend a few days with
a bunch of rude scientists."
"The situation offers unexpected possibilities to exercise my skills in
diplomacy."
It took Amanda a moment to realize what he had just said. Then she started
laughing. She noticed her companions staring at them and she decided to rejoin
them. Sarek followed her.
During the concert she sat between Malcolm and Sarek. She was thrilled to
discover that they were playing Mozart, her favourite composer. Sarek sat as
still as a statue, breathing evenly. Yet there was something in his posture, or
maybe his eyes, or the fact that he did not seem to notice her looking at him,
that suggested that he did not attend out of any sense of politeness, but out
of sheer, unadulterated joy for the music.
The first thing she did was to call Jennifer. She only lived a few houses away
from her parents' house, but calling home did not even occur to Amanda. In
fact, she could not think of calling anyone else. Jennifer's radiant face
appeared on the screen. "Amanda! It's so good to see you!"
She was approaching thirty, but she looked like a young girl. She was the way
Amanda could not be, had everything that her friend was missing. Although they
called Amanda pretty, beautiful even, they always stayed serious while saying
so. When Jennifer passed by, everyone smiled. For all her proficiency with
words, Amanda would not have known how to describe her. There was nothing
extraordinary about the features of her face; they were neither the best formed
nor the best proportioned but Amanda did not know of a single man who was not
moved by them. It was a minor miracle in Amanda's opinion that they did not
envy each other.
Calmed by her friend's companionship, Amanda started the familiar chit-chat.
She found out a few things about the inhabitants of their tiny home town and in
return she told Jennifer about
"And after the ceremony the most important part of the whole thing was
behind us," said Amanda.
Jennifer nodded. "Followed by two long days of lectures," she said.
"It is the reason why so many people come here. They get to hear where
science stands at the moment," Amanda tried to explain.
"So that's how you will spend your day? You know, I imagined visiting
"Well, you will be happy to hear that the others agreed with you. Olsen's
lecture was yesterday and we all attended it. And today they left."
Amanda's voice sounded off, even to herself.
"Left? Where did they go?" Jennifer noticed
the change in Amanda and became serious.
"To
Jennifer, perceptive as ever, tried to phrase the next question as carefully as
she could.
"So they went sight-seeing and you preferred to listen to lectures?"
"I suppose so."
"But... Well, Babel One sounds rather interesting, don't you think?"
"The only way to get there was to beam over."
"Oh, Amanda!" Jennifer exclaimed.
Amanda looked stubborn. "I refuse to be pulled apart by that atrocious
construction. A million things can go wrong. A million things have gone
wrong."
"Most of them about a century ago," Jennifer said, then held up her
hands to forestall Amanda's usual reply. They had had that particular
discussion once too often, so she decided to go back to the main topic.
"So you and Malcolm argued over this and he left upset."
"He left, Jennifer! He left without me, that's the main point,"
replied Amanda hotly. She hated it when Jennifer saw Malcolm's side first.
"All right, honey. Now think about it: if he had stayed, you would have
attended those lectures and of course he would have hated it. It could only
have led to a fight."
"There are cafés and restaurants here and there's
going to be a concert this evening. We could have had a very nice day. Instead
he will be in Babel One with Olsen and his stupid wife! What the hell will they
do the whole day?"
"More importantly, how are you going to spend the day?"
"I haven't decided that yet," Amanda grumbled.
"Well, you'd better. Don't spend the time sulking. Cheer up, okay? Malcolm
will be back tonight and I'm sure this will no longer seem like such a big deal
once you have calmed down. Look, honey, I'm sorry to hang up on you, but I have
a meeting in less than half an hour. I've got to run."
"Sure, no problem," Amanda said.
"Call me later if you need to talk."
"Bye, Jennifer."
"Good bye, honey," Jennifer said and ended the call.
Amanda went down to the hotel bar. She needed a drink, even if it was early
morning. She started drinking, but the unpleasant thoughts were not easily
chased away.
Meeting, my ass, Amanda thought. Jennifer was unemployed. That was the proper
term, even if it was hopelessly outdated. The meeting she was so eager to
attend was one of the endless community activities organized by the town's
bored population that dealt with vital matters like planning the next pie
baking competition. Sometimes Amanda wondered why Jennifer was still her best
friend. They had always known each other, since they were neighbours and their
parents got along. Jennifer was nine years her senior, so they had not been
childhood friends.
The close bond between them had developed when Amanda had seriously started to
leave her peers behind her. She had skipped a few years at school and suddenly
had found herself alone. Jennifer had been a college student at that time and
Amanda had loved her grown-up friend. The older girl had studied pre-Federation
Tellarite history, which included a three month stay on Tellar
Prime. Amanda had loved hearing stories about all of her friend's experiences.
After finishing college Jennifer had found herself a flat and started to
consider her future. The only thing she could think of to do was to teach
pre-Federation Tellarite history to a new generation of students, and that was
a fate too awful to consider. So she had gone on thinking and found other
things to occupy her time with. There had been parties and boys and then
getting involved in community activities, and the years had passed by. Nowadays
the only reminder that she had ever gone to college was her ability to watch
Tellarite soap operas before it was translated for Terrans. This skill of hers
was held in high esteem by her friends. That way they could take apart each
agonizingly slow development long before the rest of the town's inhabitants.
This change in Jennifer was exactly what had led Amanda to study linguistics.
She had wanted to study pure linguistics. She spoke various languages; her high
IQ and outstanding memory helped her learn new languages at an astonishing
rate. Of course, since the invention of the Universal Translator that was no
longer of any real importance. Most pure linguists ended up the same way as
Jennifer.
Amanda did not want that. She wanted to work, use her skills. Everything else
seemed like a waste of time.
So she had studied Linguistics with MBB, which stood for Mind, Brain and
Behaviour and the whole thing had precious little to do with learning
languages. In fact, the students were not even required to know a second
language. It was not that she was not interested in the subject matter, most of
the time she loved it, but it seemed that most jobs she was likely to get with
this MBB included improving the Universal Translator.
That's exactly what Olsen had done and why they were all here. He had
transformed Skon's brilliant theories into concrete ideas that would improve
the translators. They had been there yesterday, all looking very business-like,
some even wearing Starfleet uniforms. They had
listened to Olsen's lecture and then talked to him afterwards. They would use
his ideas and the improved translators would soon replace the existing ones. Of
course he wanted to celebrate the next day, so they had left for Babel One
first thing in the morning.
Malcolm had not even considered staying for her, but he really had wanted her
to come along. He had even feigned jealousy over Sarek, of all people. He was a
Vulcan, for crying out loud! Come to think of it, Malcolm really had sounded
jealous. Amanda ordered another drink. A thought started to form in her head.
So he was jealous of Sarek and still left her alone? Ha! She would show him.
Fifteen minutes later she was standing in front of Sarek's suite. The Vulcan
opened the door and took in her outfit before greeting her. She wore a skirt
that was indescribable, because even a single word would have been too long.
Her blouse on the other hand, covered every part of her upper body, without
really concealing anything. It was a very special blouse, almost magical.
"Good morning," Sarek said. One of his eyebrows was desperately
trying to rise; he was keeping it in check.
"And a good morning to you too. I was thinking, if you are going to attend the lectures today, maybe the
two of us could go together?"
Sarek's eyebrow won and disappeared under his bangs. "Your companions will
not be attending?" It was somewhere between a statement and a question.
"No, they are not really interested in today's lectures. They preferred to
see Babel One. But some of the lecture titles sounded interesting, so I’m
going."
Sarek tilted his head and regarded her for a moment. "I see," he
finally said.
They left the hotel together. Sarek did not seem quite convinced by her
reasons, but he did not ask for another explanation.
It turned out to be a lovely day. The second day of lectures was for the more
technical fields like natural sciences, computer science, mathematics.
In short, all the things Amanda did not know. Although these were public
lectures, meant for a general audience, she soon realized that she was
completely lost.
Fortunately, they turned out to be Sarek's forte and he kept explaining to her
the general ideas. She thought that if she really was going to make Malcolm
jealous and impress Sarek, this was the best approach. Malcolm loved to explain
things to her. That way he could talk and talk and listen to himself speak, she
thought, still angry at Malcolm. In contrast to her boyfriend, she really
enjoyed learning from Sarek. Amanda realized she'd rather listen to his
explanations than the actual lectures, but she did not dwell on that thought.
They had lunch together during the
"Vulcans do not divulge personal information," came
the reply.
Amanda smiled. "But I told you about myself. It is only polite to return
the favour, if only a little bit. The only things I know about you are that
your father is Skon, a famous linguist, and that you work in the diplomatic
service."
At his slightly panicked expression, Amanda's smile faded. He apparently
considered that already too much information.
"I did not mean to be disrespectful.
I understand now that you see it differently. I won't mention it
again," Amanda said.
"I appreciate it. As for returning the favour, I also have a mother."
Amanda laughed at that. Then it occurred to her that he might consider the
implication that his mother was still alive personal information. She decided
to try a different tactic.
She tried talking about things he might be interested in. After a few
unfortunate choices (she feigned interest in politics and had serious
difficulties steering him to a more appropriate topic), she remembered his
reaction at the concert and they settled on music. She told him that she played
the piano, and he told her about the first concert of Terran music he had
attended as a teenager. Amanda got the suspicion that Sarek forgot his rule
about personal information once he was preoccupied with something. Time passed
and before they knew it, the lectures were to start again.
When they were finally over, Sarek started to go back to the hotel. Amanda had
to think fast. The concert would start in a few hours. In the mean time she
decided dinner would do. "I would
like to invite you to dinner," she said.
"I do not require sustenance at this time, but I thank you for your
offer."
It was true, she supposed. It was a little early. "I want to thank you for taking the time
to explain the lectures to me. Inviting someone to dinner is a human gesture of
gratitude."
The look Sarek gave her told her that he definitely did not
believe her this time.
Amanda did not back down.
She gave him a challenging smile. "I would take it as an insult if
you refused." For an agonizingly long moment she thought he would refuse,
but he finally agreed.
When she reached the entrance of the restaurant, and saw him standing just
behind her, she was more pleased than ever, and he, too, as he followed her
into the restaurant, seemed content to have come.
"You were not planning on doing something, were you?" Amanda asked.
"No, nothing that would require my immediate
attention."
"Ah! That's good."
He hung up his robe on a hook by the table gently, lingeringly, and sat at the
table. Just for a moment both of them sat silent in that dimmed light. Amanda
thought 'Why should we speak? Isn't this enough?'
But suddenly he looked at her and she tensed. "Should we order? I'll call
the waiter. Are you hungry?" she asked.
"Not particularly."
"Well, I am."
She ordered another of the wonderfully exotic dishes that she was quickly
starting to develop a taste for. It looked exquisite, unidentifiable; she could
not even tell which world it was from, much less what it was made of. "Do
you realize how good it is," she implored.
"Indeed," he said in a strange tone, again between a statement and a
question.
"It's a strange thing but I always do notice what I eat here and never
anywhere else. I suppose it comes of living alone and always reading while I
eat..." She paused, then began to speak very
fast. "I simply haven't got any external life at all. I never notice
places or furniture or what people look like. One room is just like another to
me-a place to sit and read or talk in," and here she paused again and
smiled in a strange naive way, and said, "except
here on
Sarek's eyes were like black pools. "It was not the wisest decision Mr.
Wilson made in not spending this day with you. He is your mate, is he
not?"
A new silence came between them. Nothing like the
satisfactory pause that had followed their entrance. And then both of
them broke it at the same time. She said, "I will get a drink," and
he said, "I wanted to ask you about..."
Both of them escaped. She stood up and went over to the bar instead of calling
the waiter. She drank one and returned with another drink. Sarek initiated the
new conversation. "I was curious about the connection between my father's
work and the theories in Mr. Olsen's lecture yesterday."
"Oh, what did you think of the lecture?"
They were off and all was as usual. But was it? Weren't they just a little too
quick with their replies? Was this really anything more than an imitation of
their previous talks? Her cheeks burned and the stupid thing was she could not
tell what exactly was happening.
It happened again. They faltered, broke down, were
silent.
Well, why didn't they just follow it up and see what would happen then? But no. Vague and troubled though they were, they knew
enough to realize that their newly formed friendship was at stake. She was the
one who would be destroyed.
Sarek broke the silence again. "I have to disagree with your view of the
Universal Translator. In my line of work it is a great asset, quite
irreplaceable."
"I completely agree with that. It is not the translator that gives me the headaches, it's the general attitude against learning
languages. You can't compare a mechanical translation to a translation by
someone who knows both languages. The work has to make the same impression on
you, just as on the original speaker, which is of course very difficult, as
they are not the same speakers, they don't have the same cultural background
and experience. You have to explain the cultural realities, for instance. You
know, it was when I first read your father's translation of Surak's writings
that I realized this."
"You have read Surak's writings? Fascinating. May
I ask, how did you become interested in Vulcan
philosophy?"
"Oh, I'm not. Don't take this personally, but the whole suppression of
emotion really is not my thing. It was listed as one of Skon's works, so
naturally I had to read it. And when I tried to find it, there were two
versions: Skon's translation and another, translated by a computer, which was
probably much more exact than Skon's. But Skon's writing is so much more
accessible."
Sarek's facial expression was openly curious. "You are fascinated by my
father's work, but wholly unimpressed by Surak's writing. How
very curious."
On the talk went. And now it seemed they had succeeded. The evening continued
to be pleasant, without any tension. There was no hesitation on either part
when they went to listen to the concert together.
Famous Andorian music was going to be performed in the centre of the town. The
concert was going to be held outside, under the stars. It was a beautiful
place; there were fountains, and little tables had been set up to give the
impression of a café. The only illumination was the candles on the tables and
colourful lights around the fountains that seemed to give the water a magical
glow. Various waiters walked between the tables, taking orders for drinks.
There was silence at Amanda's table, making her think of the events of the day.
The music could not start soon enough for her. She had the urge to explain,
still affected by Sarek's comment. She started talking about Malcolm, then stopped when she noticed that Sarek was not responding.
She needed something poignant, simple, to explain the whole thing. "He
doesn't take me seriously," she finally said, aware of the ring of truth
of her statement only after she had heard herself say it.
Sarek seemed lost in thought, looking into empty space. Then
his eyebrow rose, in what had become a familiar gesture, but his eyes did not
focus. "Sometimes we have to start by taking ourselves seriously first, and the others will follow."
Andorian music, written in icy underground caves, was best enjoyed by night.
The enchanted melodies, flawlessly performed, seemed to call to Amanda, make
her yearn for something that she was not yet fully aware of. She ordered drink
after drink, desperately trying to avoid thinking.
They stayed long after the concert was over and people had started leaving. The
entire time they sat in almost complete silence. When they finally started
walking back, they found the place deserted. She stopped in front of a
fountain, watching the water. Sarek stopped as well.
"Tomorrow is the last day," Amanda said.
"I will be leaving directly after the banquet."
"Everyone will leave. And only an empty town will be
left behind. As if there was no one here. I don't understand. How can this be a
good solution? Erasing every trace of the people who come
here."
"This planetoid is left uninhabited, so that no one can
lay a claim on it. This way, every Federation citizen has the same right to
this place."
"Because it belongs to no one, it belongs to
everyone?"
"Precisely."
Amanda felt an exquisite sadness take hold of her.
"There is something very pretty in that thought. That we will leave, but a
part of it will still belong to us, and a part of us will still belong
here..."
She turned towards him. Later, she was not certain what made her do it,
although the alcohol definitely had a hand in it. Standing on her tiptoes, she
kissed him.
From the middle of the fountain a thick column of water rose strongly into the
night sky.
…
Malcolm was already in their suite when she returned. He took in her clothing,
not breaking the uncomfortable silence for a while. "You were out with
that Vulcan. I saw you enter the hotel together," he finally said.
"We attended the concert together."
He looked her up and down, and smiled an ugly smile. "Interesting choice
of outfit," he said and went to bed.
Amanda had expected a fight, had braced herself for it. It did not happen, and
she could not help but feel that this was much worse.
They barely spoke to each other the next morning. Amanda reached the point
where she would have done anything to end the impenetrable silence between
them. Meeting Sarek in front of the banquet hall still caused her insides to
contract. After her misplaced behaviour the night before, she could not look
him in the eyes. She was not sure if her inebriation could be used as an excuse
or if it only added to her misconduct.
Malcolm started making pointed remarks about Sarek being without a companion.
They were stupid really, and quite embarrassing. At that point Amanda had
decided to ignore Malcolm the same way he always ignored her. But then she
noticed that something in Sarek's expression was off. A few days ago she would
not have noticed. Obviously something in Malcolm's remarks, something about him
being alone and not wanted, had touched him more deeply than Malcolm even
seemed to realize.
Finally she decided she had heard enough. And it was with
great satisfaction that she took Sarek's arm and walked with him inside the
banquet hall. Pointedly ignoring Mal's stare, she
moved over to their table and, after making sure Sarek was seated, went to get a
drink. The short-lived euphoria faded as soon as she was out of sight and
depressing thoughts started to seep through her mind, making her dwell on
things that she would rather ignore.
There was nothing wrong with her life; everything was going
according to plan. The upset feeling in the pit of her stomach had nothing to
do with her state of mind. Surely the food was the culprit. So many dishes she
had never tried before, over a period of five days, could have led to much
worse than she was currently suffering. She would admit only to a bit of
sadness. Sarek would be leaving for Vulcan right after the banquet. She had
befriended him quickly, and now she would probably never see him again. A
little sadness was permitted. The crass pain she felt at "never" was
more worrisome. How strange: after that first meeting who would have thought
that getting to know him would be the best part of her journey?
…
She had a slight headache from the previous day's drinking, but she downed her
drink in one go.
"You have an uncanny ability to say and do the exact thing people do not
want you to." Sarek had apparently left the table as well and was now
standing behind her, barely a step away.
Suddenly inexplicably angry, she whirled around. "You
know, for a diplomat you are surprisingly undiplomatic."
His reaction to her statement stopped her in her tracks and the next moment she
was sure she had imagined the minuscule upturn of his lips. The anger was gone,
and with it the weight that had sat in the pit of her stomach, not permitting
her to breathe. Fear. It had been fear, she realized.
"Let me say good bye to you while we are still alone," she said,
smiling, trying to look brave. "I will probably never see you again, so
let me tell you it was my greatest pleasure getting to know you."
"It is not entirely impossible that we shall meet again. I will be on
Terra in June according to your calendar, attending a diplomatic
conference." He stopped at that, surprised, maybe because that was not
what he had planned on saying.
"Have you been on Terra before?"
"No."
"You should visit
"
Amanda's smile returned. "I suppose not. It is very hot there, at least by
human standards. You would probably find it rather mild. And if we should ever
meet again you can tell me what you thought of it."
"I will."
…
She did not cry until the next day, when she was already on the starship taking her home, and Sarek was light years away.