Title: Such a Mama's Boy
Author: Ster Julie
Codes: AOS, Spock, Amanda, Sarek; h/c?
Rating: PG
Part 1/1
Summary: Amanda realizes that she is Spock's Achilles heel.
--ooOoo--
Amanda felt a warm touch on her hand. She opened her eyes and looked at
her son's bruised, unhappy face. "Spock?"
she asked. "What's wrong?"
"My face hurts," he mumbled back.
"I'm sure it does," she said as she opened her arms. Spock
scrambled to her side and pillowed his abused cheek against his mother's breast
carefully. Amanda carded through the heavy, ebony silk of his hair as she
felt him get comfortable. "I can give you more pain
medication," she suggested.
Spock shook his head. "It makes me sick," the boy
admitted. She felt him squeeze her gently, as if she was fragile
porcelain. "Couldn't I just stay
here with you?" he said softly.
Amanda could see the lights were still on in Sarek's study and considered. "Only until your father is finished with
his meditation," she warned. "You know how he is about
that."
"Then could Ee-Chaya sleep in my room?"
Spock tried.
"You know how he is about that, too," Amanda countered.
Spock was silent a long time. "They
called you a bad name," he whispered, "a very bad name."
Amanda cuddled her small son against her side.
"I know," she answered softly. "The boys were very
much mistaken. You father courted me properly, and we both did a lot of
thinking before we were married."
"Father said he married you because it was logical," Spock reported,
"that it was best for Vulcan-Human relations."
Amanda bit back a bark of laughter. "You
father is so full of s… soup," she replied. "We got married
because we could not be apart from one another. It caused us physical
pain to be separated."
Spock pulled himself off his mother's chest to look at her in the dim light. "Really?" he breathed.
Amanda pulled Spock back to her side. "Well,"
she hedged, "perhaps it wasn't pain, not like the pain you are
feeling." She gently tweaked her son's chin. "You
defended my honor today, like my very own knight in
shining armor."
"Really?" he breathed again. Spock had seen pictures of knights
in armor in some of her many books and wondered at
the reference.
Just then the bedroom door opened. Spock tried to scurry away from his
parents' bed, but Amanda held him fast. Before Sarek could get a word
out, Amanda jumped to Spock's defense. "The pain medication wore off," she
explained, "but Spock didn't want any more because it upset his
stomach."
Sarek put one gentle finger under Spock's chin and turned the boy's head.
His left eye was nearly swollen shut, and the lip had fresh blood on it.
"Have you used the cold pack, my son?" Sarek asked. Spock
nodded. "And the salve?" Again
the boy nodded. "The only other option is the dermal generator."
Spock cowered from that idea. "I'll just endure it," he said
meekly, not relishing the buzzing instrument so close to his ears. He
extricated himself from his mother's arms and moved toward the door.
"May I sleep outside with Ee-Chaya?" the
boy asked.
"You have a perfectly good bed in your own room, Spock," Sarek chided
gently. "And if you should need our help during the night, I would
prefer you to remain close."
"Then may I stay in here?" Spock pushed.
Sarek glowered in reply, but, noticing the defeated slump in his son's
shoulders, he relented. "Perhaps," he began, "just this
once, Ee-Chaya could stay with you in your
room."
"Oh, thank you, Father!" Spock responded.
Sarek added for good measure, "And any mess that Ee-Chaya
makes, you will have to clean up in the morning, injuries or no."
"Yes, Father," Spock answered.
"Now," Sarek said, "it is late. Take your leave of your
mother and get to bed."
"Yes, Father," the boy said as he moved to press hands first with his
mother and then, for good measure, with his father.
Sarek listened to Spock's small feet pad down the hall and out to the veranda
to collect their great shaggy pet and drag him back to his bedroom.
"You know we have a problem now," Amanda announced.
"Ee-Chaya will only stay the one night,"
Sarek countered.
Amanda smiled and shook her head. "Not with the sehlat," she
clarified, "with our son."
"Explain."
"Spock's a 'Mama's boy.'"
Sarek was puzzled. "Explain," he ordered again.
"According to the reports," Amanda continued, "Spock didn't
throw that first punch when the boy insulted you. But when he used that
awful remark about me, Spock exploded."
Sarek took his wife's hand. "Spock
is protective of you," he answered softly. "We both are."
Amanda smiled wanly at her husband. "I'm stronger that either of you
give me credit," she defended. "I don't want Spock to get into
trouble someday because he doesn't like what someone says about me."
Sarek slipped under the covers close to his wife. "I will double my
efforts in training our son to master his emotions so that it never happens
again," he vowed. "Will that be sufficient?"
Amanda kissed their joined hands where they rested at her waist. "I
hope you are a very good teacher, my husband," she said. "I
don't ever want Spock to get into another stupid fight defending my honor."
END
(And we know how *that* went.)