Message-ID: <009101c421e0$d97f3540$87c5fea9@max>
To: "ASCEM-S" <ASCEM-S@yahoogroups.com>
Organization: ConGlomeration
From: "Keith & Jessica Bratcher" <campbratcher@psci.net>
MIME-Version: 1.0
Mailing-List: list ASCEM-S@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCEM-S-owner@yahoogroups.com
Precedence: bulk
Date: Wed, 14 Apr 2004 00:25:06 -0500
Subject: [ASCEM-S] N2U: TOS-Gifts of Gold 6/6 [NC-17] (Sa/Am, S/Ch)
Reply-To: "Keith & Jessica Bratcher" <campbratcher@psci.net>
Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII
Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit



From: "Bert" <news.55553@buckeye-express.com>


See disclaimer part 1





"Christine!" He waited for her to blink and look at him. "The eggs are ready
to cook."



"Oh, sorry. Just remembering our wedding," she smiled lovingly at her
husband. She poured half the eggs into the pan and turned the warmer on
medium. After the bottoms were fully cooked she flipped them to allow the
other side to cook. As it did she added the cheese and vegetables. Once she
was sure the bottom was fully cooked she flipped the right half over top and
turned off the heat covering the pan allowing the remanding heat to melt the
cheese.

Spock took out 2 plates and the eating utensils they would need. "Do you
desire the French Vanilla or Irish Cream in your coffee this morning?" he
asked as he reached for the creamers.



"We don't have any more Hazelnut?" she asked.



He looked towards the back. "No."



"Then Irish Cream will do," she said with almost a disappointment in her
voice.



Preparing the cups he poured the French Vanilla in one and Irish Cream in
the other. Once the creamers were added, he poured the coffee and set it on
the table along side the plates. "I will call my mother to notify her of our
plans as soon as we finish breakfast."



Christine smiled as she walked to the table with the pan and placed the
omelet on his plate. She went back to prepare her own omelet adding
everything she had with his with the addition of the ham. After she finished
cooking her omelet she placed it on her plate and dished out the fruit.
"Okay, let's eat!" She sat in the chair. "I am sure your mother will be
pleased that your want to name our daughter after your sister."



Spock looked at his wife. "I hope you're right." Neither said anything else
through breakfast. After Christine took her last bite of fruit he told her,
"Go sit and rest. I will clean this mess up." He had already decided he
would hire a maid to take on the manual chores of the house. In the mean
time, he would not allow her to lift a finger or tax herself in any manner.



Once the dishes were washed and put in their rightful place, he placed the
call to his mother. His nervousness was highly illogical, but never the less
he was unsure how his parents would react. Christine sat by his side for
moral support; she had felt his apprehension through their bond. Spock was
relieved when it was his mother's face that appeared at the other end of the
comm unit. "Greetings, Mother, I have a personal matter I must talk with you
about."



Amanda seemed to sense her son's nervousness. "What is it, Spock? What would
make you fear to talk to me?"



Spock lifted an eyebrow at his mother's words. "Mother, Christine is with
child and we have decided to name our daughter ... T'Amie."



Christine watched Amanda's face as did Spock. Her smile was radiant. "Spock,
that would make me very happy to have you honor your sister like that. So
how far long is Christine?"



Christine looked at the screen. "I believe about 2 months. With living in
space up to 1 month ago, it is really hard to be sure. I will be seeing a
doctor in the next few days."



Amanda smiled, "Well, I am happy for you both and I wish you luck. Spock, I
will inform your father of your decision." She knew after 35 years Sarek did
not still blame Spock for the death of T'Amie. It was a fact, he had come
over time to feel guilt for the way he treated his son that day. She felt
most blessed that the memory of her daughter would live on in her
granddaughter. "I'm sorry, Spock, I would love to talk longer but I have a
class in 30 minutes and must leave now."

Spock nodded, "Mother, your approval is most welcome."



* * *



Amanda shut off the comm unit and gathered her cloak. Sarek was already at
the Academy. Her class was due to begin in 30 minutes, however, she wanted
to share the news with Sarek first. Lately she had cut her teaching down to
part time and looked forward to the day very soon when she would retire
altogether. She loved teaching, but she wanted a chance to be nothing more
than Amanda Grayson, wife of Ambassador Sarek of Vulcan. The drive to the
Vulcan Science Academy would be no more then 5 minutes; that would leave 10
minutes to talk to Sarek.



* * *



Sarek sat in his office as he felt the joy emanating from his wife's mind.
He knew she would be coming to speak with him so he sent images of his
location.

There was also the knowledge she would be pressed for time, as her class
began in 25 minutes now.



It did not take too long for Amanda to find her husband in his office.
"Sarek, Spock just called." Her smile brightened her face.



Sarek looked at his wife and the smile that seemed to liven up her face,
"Spock and Christine are well?"



"Yes, Christine is expecting a child." Her words emanated from her lips with
the joy she felt.



"That is pleasing news, my wife, however, I sense there is more to it then
just the news of a grandchild." Sarek said as he studied his wife.



"You are quit the realist, yes... Spock informed me they have chosen a name
for their daughter," Amanda said as she moved into the room, closing the
door behind her.



Sarek lifted an eyebrow at this wife, "and you are being most evasive about
the matter. Am I to assume you think I could be displeased with the name
they chose?"



Amanda to a deep breathe and replied, "Thirty five years ago I would have
said yes. Today, I believe no. They will name their daughter T'Amie."



Sarek took note of the slight pain of his wife's eyes. "I see. Spock does
this to honor her, I trust." Their daughter had perished before she had a
chance to live.



"Yes, I got the impression he still harbors guilt over her death," Amanda
said, as she reached out to her husband.



It was not logical for Spock to still feel guilt over T'Amie's premature
death. Sarek's own logic had been lost when he would not acknowledge his
son's pain.



Sarek stood and took his wife's hand and brought it to his lips. "In that
case, I will have to endeavor to see he loses this impression."



Spock had been a hard pregnancy for his wife, and T'Amie was just too much
for her body to handle. The child she gave birth to 5 months early never had
a chance at life. Yet she was full of the features that made her. She had
soft blonde hair and would have had the blue eyes of his wife. She was
outwardly human. A human daughter for his wife to pamper and coddle in away
he would not allow for their son.



Together they had decided after T'Amie's death they would have no more
children. Sarek had feared his wife could not handle another baby. He would
not allow for his wife to be lost the way his daughter was.



* * *



Christine wished Spock could attend her first appointment with Dr. Sarah
Grant, but she had only been able to get in at the last moment. Admiral Kirk
had detained her husband so he decided he would join her at her next
appointment.



Christine smiled at the look of surprise on Jim's face when Spock told him
the news. She would have thought the admiral never wanted to think of her
and Spock having any form of relationship other than platonic. What did he
think? They were married, not to mention he had given Spock the leave he
needed to take care of his last pon farr.



She sat alone in a room full of other expectant mothers, two-thirds of them
wives of Starfleet officers. The majority of them a good ten years younger
then she was. As she sat there she fiddled with the gold band on her finger.
She was lost in her thoughts and memories of her childhood as she waited.



* * *



"Mommy," Christine Chapel called out. She had just come home from her first
day of kindergarten. She had made a new friend and wanted her to meet her
mommy. "Mommy," she yelled out again, running through the house.



The tall slender woman little Crissy knew as her mother walked in from the
back yard. "Christine," she smiled at her daughter and took her in her arms
for a large embrace. As she kissed her forehead she asked, "Did you have
fun, sweetie?"



Wide-eyed Christine smiled and said, "Yes, Mommy. I learned how to count in
Vulcan."



"Vulcan?" Her mother asked. When she was that age they were learning to
count in Spanish or Japanese, not Vulcan.



"Um ... the teacher thinks we should learn basic Vulcan," Christine said.



"Crissy, everyone should know the basics of every Federation language." She
was proud of her daughter for learning so young. She hadn't had to learn
Vulcan until 3rd grade. Elizabeth Chapel looked at her daughter's friend.
"Your name is?"



"I'm Sarah Grant, Mrs. Chapel," the young girl said.



"Well, Miss Grant, it is a pleasure to meet you," the elder Chapel smiled at
the small girl.



"Mommy, can we get some Kool-Aid?" Christine asked as she went to the cold
food storage unit.



"Okay, but you have to take it outside." She got 2 cups out of the cupboard.
"Sarah, does you mommy know where you're at?" Elizabeth knew she would worry
about Christine if she didn't know where she was or whom she was with.



The girl's soft brown eyes gazed at her friend's mother, "I told my daddy I
was here."



* * *



"Well, it's been a long time, Crissy," Sarah told her. Her brown eyes
gleamed at her life long friend. They had done everything together. "So, I
hear you landed the famous Mr. Spock."



"It has been a while," since right before she boarded the Enterprise the
first time around. "I'm not sure you could say I landed him. You make him
sound like a fish."



"Oh, Crissy! So what brings you here?" she smiled at her friend, "besides
that baby of yours."



"Who else would I want to deliver my daughter?" Christine asked.



"Well, what about that old boss of yours, Dr. Leonard McCoy?" Sarah said as
she patted the biobed. "Hop up Crissy."



"Sarah, Leonard is a fine doctor, but I wanted a specialist. This is a
Vulcan baby and I am not exactly all that young any more." She said as she
got up on the biobed and lay back.



"Oh, for pete's sake, you make it sound like you're in your sixties. Your
only three months older then I am," Sarah said as she turned the bed and set
it to perform the test she wanted. She had already reviewed the report
Christine had obtained from the Tricorder.



She studied that reads of the biobed. "Well, Chrissy, it looks like you are
two and a half months along. She has implanted herself on the left side.
Genetically she will be more human then Vulcan, we won't have to intervene
too much but I want to schedule you for surgery soon."



"Great, I want to get this over with so I can go back to a normal life. I am
suppose to start as Emergency Operations Officer tomorrow." She didn't want
to lose too many of her plans.



"Chrissy, be careful. That will be a highly stressful job. You already have
2 high risk factors going against you, try not to add a third," Sarah said
as she logged the readout into Christine's file. "Oh, Crissy, if you engage
in any love making, make sure to take it easy until after the baby comes."
She watched her friend's shocked look on her face. "You think I don't know
how intense Vulcan's can be?"



"I ... I didn't know..." Christine wasn't sure what to say.



"Not like that, I studied on Vulcan for 3 years. I know about pon farr." She
laughed at her friend's misunderstanding. "And I do know they are passionate
lovers."



Christine smiled, she couldn't speak for all Vulcans, but her husband was a
very passionate man. "But we can, right?"



Sarah raised an eyebrow in a mock Vulcan fashion. "Logically as long as it
is not too intense."



* * *



Spock sat on the couch in the living room; Christine had contacted a college
friend of hers and gained an appointment with her that day. Spock had been
relieved that she would be seeing a specialist right away. As he waited for
her to return, he took the time to recall other memories of his childhood.



* * *



"Spock, come here," his mother's voice was loving but stern.



Even at 4 years old he was not allowed to disobey her. He had decided to
present his mother with a bouquet of flowers and got them from the only
place he knew to have flowers ... her garden. With the tiny garden tools his
mother had for him, he cut her roses that she had cherished so. If she loved
them, then he thought they she would be pleased to have him present her with
them. "Mother?"



"Why have you cut my roses?" She bent down to her young son and inspected
his dirty little hands. "Your hands, I hope you haven't touched anything in
the house."

Spock looked up at his mother proud, not realizing she was upset by what he
had done. "I thought you might like the roses on the table like the holopics
of Grandmother Grayson's table."



Amanda, although upset, smiled at her son, "Spock, I like my flowers to
remain on the plant. It is wrong to cut the flowers off just for pleasure."
She did like cut fresh roses but if she told her son this he would not learn
not to cut her roses. It was bad enough they were hard to grow on Vulcan and
only bloomed during the winter months. "Now let's get you cleaned up before
your father comes home for end meal." She knew Sarek would not approve of
his son's actions and wanted to spare her son any disappointment.



"Mother, I am sorry. I did not intend to be bad," Spock said as he looked
into her eyes. He allowed his mother to wash his hands and face for dinner.



* * *



Why was it most his youthful memories held pain of some form? His life was
not hard; it was just strictly disciplined.



"Spock..." Christine smiled at him as she watched his daydreaming.



Spock turned to the sound of his wife's voice. "Christine, you have
returned." He took a quick glance of the chronometer. "You have been gone
quite some time."



"I stopped by Admiral Cartwright's office," she said as she removed a rain
soaked coat. He lifted an eyebrow. "You did not see Dr. Grant?"



She smiled at him. "Of course I did. I will be scheduled for surgery in 2
days. After that, she sees no reason why I can't work part time at the
Academy. I was setting up my schedule with Admiral Cartwright."



He stood up from the couch. "Do you think that is wise?"



"Spock, I will be fine. We can have a normal married life as well," she said
as she moved in closer to her husband. "Besides, we agreed to take the jobs
they offered us."



"Christine, I am not comfortable with this, however I will allow you to do
it as long as it will not bring harm to you or T'Amie," Spock said as he
allowed his wife to wrap herself around him. Her desire bathed him like a
sweet wine he willingly drank in. "This course of action it not logical, we
might harm--"



A passionate kiss and the mental picture of the togetherness they shared the
night before broke his words. "You leave me corrected," he said as he
scooped her up and carried her to the bedroom. He planted her on the bed as
he moved his hands over her body loosening the clasps on her outfit. Tonight
he would love her in a way he had never loved her before, with the softness
and gentleness of his human side.



Fin





[Non-text portions of this message have been removed]



------------------------ Yahoo! Groups Sponsor ---------------------~-->
Buy Ink Cartridges or Refill Kits for your HP, Epson, Canon or Lexmark
Printer at MyInks.com.  Free s/h on orders $50 or more to the US & Canada.
http://www.c1tracking.com/l.asp?cid=5511
http://us.click.yahoo.com/mOAaAA/3exGAA/qnsNAA/5x3olB/TM
---------------------------------------------------------------------~->

 
Yahoo! Groups Links

<*> To visit your group on the web, go to:
     http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCEM-S/

<*> To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to:
     ASCEM-S-unsubscribe@yahoogroups.com

<*> Your use of Yahoo! Groups is subject to:
     http://docs.yahoo.com/info/terms/
 

From ???@??? Wed Apr 14 21:39:55 2004
X-Persona: <Stephen Earth>
Status:  U
Return-Path: <sentto-1978024-7999-1081989339-stephenbratliff=earthlink.net@returns.groups.yahoo.com>
Received: from n41.grp.scd.yahoo.com ([66.218.67.16])
	by robin (EarthLink SMTP Server) with SMTP id 1bdUR55O83NZFjX0
	for <stephenbratliff@earthlink.net>; Wed, 14 Apr 2004 17:35:47 -0700 (PDT)
X-eGroups-Return: sentto-1978024-7999-1081989339-stephenbratliff=earthlink.net@returns.groups.yahoo.com