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Subject: [ASCEM-S] NEW: vre'kasht t' T'Kasi (TOS; S/Am,Sp,K; PG-13 4/?)
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Hey all here is the next part... just a silly little chat to think on. 


Bert

Title: vre'kasht t' T'Kasi (Outcast of Vulcan)
Author: Bert Aka T'Vera
Email: tverachasarek @ buckeye-express . com
Website: htttp://mystories.landsofthedragon.com
Series: TOS
Pairing: Sa/Am,Sp,K
Rating: PG-13
Summary: This story takes place on Vulcan and involves a cadet Spock and a


Amanda graciously accepted the apologies of the students as they entered the
home.  Most of them sounded profoundly sincere. A few of them clearly showed
they found the thought of missing a meal unpleasurable. 

Naturally, her son was the only cadet not to offer an apology verbally. His
expression of remorse came in the form of a look of desperation in his eyes,
something, which pained Amanda dearly. She hated seeing Spock like this. He
could hide his pain from anyone but her. She always knew and it tore at her
heart. 

Spock's wasn't easily discerned, yet she knew her son felt once again the
failure. Spock set himself up to too high of standards. Not even Sarek
expected complete control one-hundred percent of the time. After all, how
could he expect something out of his son he was not able to do himself. 

She watched as Spock removed his boots and placed them carefully by the
front door, adorning house sandals once he was done. Like in Japan it was
considered rude to walk upon the interior floor in the same footwear one
wore outside. Amanda had noticed seven of the cadets, including, her own son
had done such.  

As soon as Spock entered the home, Sarek moved to re-enter the dwelling as
well, with Amanda following accordingly. After retrieving his own sandals,
Sarek found himself in front of the cadets. Three by three he gave out
rooms. 

Spock was among the last group of cadets to find a bedroom. He looked to his
closed bedroom door. There had never been a time he had closed his door. It
simply was not something done on Vulcan. A closed door signified something
hidden; secrecy was illogical and not widely practiced. Never-the-less the
door to his room was closed. He couldn't help but to wonder at the meaning.
Had it simply been shut to keep the other cadets out or was it signifying
something much more true to the treatment of an outcast, even one self
imposed. 

Sarek paused in front of the room as well. "Spock, since I have chosen you
as the leader of your group of cadets I believe it fitting you have your
privacy. You will, as accordance with your position, be responsible for the
performance reports on your fellow cadet." He opened the door. "This is
acceptable to you?"

Amanda added to make it sound better, "Treat the room as you would your
own."

Spock looked at his mother and nodded, saying nothing more that might give
away his status in this family. He was already concerned with the large
holopainting that sat above his mother's grand piano in the sitting area.
Spock had only been six in the painting but he still held a similar look. "I
am honored." It was a close to 'thanks' as a Vulcan dare go. 

With grace he slipped into the familiar room and waited until his father
moved down the hall with the remaining two cadets Kirk and Stephens. His
mother also watched until Sarek entered the final room wit the two boys.
"May I enter Spock?" 

He raised his brow; his mother had never before asked if she could enter.
When he lived at home she would just come in, provided he was not
meditating. "You have never done so in the past."

"In the past you were a boy," she said with a smile. 

He shook his head in confusion, "I have not been a boy for 12.45 years." He
referred to his Vulcan test of manhood the kans-wan. 

Amanda laughed gently so her voice would not carry too much. "Spock, you
were always my little boy. A mother never really sees her child as grown
until he or she leaves the nest." She sat on the bed and patted it for him
to sit with her.

"Mother, that is not logical." He moved to the bed to sit beside her.

With another light laugh she asked, "When have I ever been accused as being
overly logical Spock?" She didn't wait for him to answer before she asked,
"Cadet Stephens doesn't like you too much does he?" He definitely, was not
taught manners as a young boy." She, like Sarek, had heard every word of the
conversation. They hadn't intended to eavesdrop but this time of year Vulcan
windows were left open in the day to allow air to circulate throughout the
house. 

How was Spock to reply without breaking the honor code of not speaking out
against another cadet? He felt like a small boy as his mother questioned him
about the treatment his Vulcan classmates had forced him to endure. "I
thought.by joining Starfleet I would find a place, where I could be me."

"And who is it you think you are Spock?" This time it was Sarek's deep
baritone voice to interject. 

He looked at his father. His hands tightened behind him as he gripped the
bedding. Why was he always uncomfortable with his father? It was not a
logical reaction. "I thought I would. I assumed Starfleet would." he lowered
his eyes, "embrace me."

Sarek's brow drew up, "Because you are a son of both Vulcan and Earth?"

"Because I was the first Vulcan," Spock explained.

"Are you not aware that Vulcan now has twenty-three applicants for
Starfleet?" 

Spock looked up at his father; this was something he did not know. But
exactly how was it his father did? He drew his brow into his hairline, "I do
not understand."

Sarek looked at his son, "Spock, all applicants must be brought to the
attention of the Ambassador's office. Much like the old military academies
of the United States; where they were sent to a senator for a signature.
Starfleet is based mostly on Terran military history how is it you were not
taught this?" 

He was at a loss. How should he reply to a fact he did not know. Further
more, how was he to reply to the assumption his father had to approve his
application to Starfleet when he had spoken so venomously against it?
"Another aspect I will endeavor to meditate on," he simply said.

"Then we will leave you to your meditation." Sarek said as he nodded to
Amanda to get off the bed.




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