Title: Events, whose have led to this... Author: Arachnethe2 Series: TOS Code: G Pairing: K/S Disclaimer: Startrek is the property of Paramount Pictures, this is a piece of Amateur fan fiction, made for no profit. Summary: This is my little bit to Judyıs first line challenge. English is not my native language, please forgive me my errors. As always: my thanks belong to Greywolf the Wanderer ­ my editor. Events, whose have led to this... (TOS, K/S, G, challenge) Written by Arachnethe2 "Don't give me any of that bonding crap." This sentence was the first thing Sarek had remembered, when he awoke in the sickbay and witnessed the kiss in the other part of the room. And right then the memory came back full force and he had seen himself and T'Pau in her residence one year ago. She had just told him the bad news, toneless, calm, logical, her face emotionless, and then she switched immediately over to the topic of the search of a new bondmate for his son. She didn't see that Sarek didn't listen to her, that he was remembering a day, years past, in the garden of his house, having the worst argument with his wife of his whole marriage. 'Don't give me any of that bonding crap.Œ Amanda had said to him during that evening. And just right in that moment with T'Pau the words were in his mind again. 'Don't give me any of that bonding crap.Œ "Don't give me any of that bonding crap." The old woman stopped her speech and frowned in disbelief at the man in front of her. And Sarek realised he had spoken this sentence aloud. He didn't apologise to her, because Vulcans don't apologise. He didn't argue with her, because Vulcans don't argue, whether with the clan leader, or with someone else. Except if they are married to a human, who has learned how to give back logical comments, who goes straight for the jugular. But this time Amanda had only listened to him until the bitter end and then she left the room without any word. As he did in T'Pau's residence, on that day, one year ago . And the silence between him and his wife had continued until today and it was even worse than the arguments he'd had with her in the past. Even the messages he had received from T'Pau had stopped after a while, when the old matriarch had realised that they would be not answered for a long time. Sarek sighed. "Should I do something for you, Ambassador?" The captain of the Enterprise stood suddenly beside Sarek's bed. "I'm thirsty." He had thought that Kirk would call the nurse. But instead, the human poured some ice tea in a glass and helped the Vulcan to drink it. "Do you want more?" "No, I have had enough, captain. Thank you." Kirk just smiled and then he headed toward his bed. "Captain..." He turned back. "Yes?" Sarek hesitated a little. "I never intended to be indiscreet, but I had just awakened, when Spock was here... I would like to know..." The human came closer to the bed. "You can ask me everything, Ambassador." The human and the Vulcan looked in each other's eyes. Kirk flushed a little, but held Sarek's gaze. "How long have you been bonded with my son?" "Almost one year." "Does someone else know?" Kirk looked amused at Sarek: "Besides us both, Ambassador? The whole Starfleet." The Vulcan frowned a little at Kirk, but then his uneasiness disappeared again. He shifted in his bed, but when Kirk wanted to help him, he stopped him with a simple hand movement. "Ambassador..." "Captain?" "I don't think Spock has said anything to his mother." Sarek lifted his eyebrow. It was so like Spock, that Kirk had to suppress a smile, despite the somewhat delicate situation. "I suppose, there was not time enough for such a dialogue." Kirk's face grew suddenly serious: "I suppose there will be difficulties, even now that there is time for this. Your wife is still angry at him, that he went to command the ship during the attack, instead of staying here in sickbay." Sarek frowned. "Doctor McCoy told me about the events. I'm sure that my son made a logical decision." "Without the ship we all would die, Ambassador." Sarek nodded. "I will talk to my wife." The relief in the human's face couldn't be missed. "Captain..." "Jim..." Sarek looked at him. "James...", he took a breath, "why you?" "Should I really give you this illogical answer, Ambassador?" Kirk's voice was very soft. "Sarek, I love your son." "I appreciate your honesty, James." Some moments passed in silence, but neither of them found it unpleasant. There was a movement at the threshold. Both men looked in that direction and saw Spock, standing there a little uncomfortable, the 3-D chess set under his arm, one eyebrow cocked as if for a question. "Your father couldn't sleep," Kirk beamed at him, "so we have talked a little..." The vulcan eyebrow remained lifted up. "...about us." The human still kept smiling. Spock didn't answer. He went to the table and very carefully placed the chessboard there. Then he turned back to his father and his human, his face still confused. "My son," Sarek's voice was soft, "have you informed T'Pau?" "No, father." "Then I will do that for you." "Is it necessary, father?" Sarek's look sharpened a little: "It is. I will tell her she can stop searching for a bondmate for you. And despite this, I have to tell her something else too." Spock brought a PADD and handed it to him. Sarek didn't look up from the display. He did not need to see the gentle drag, with which Kirk had pulled his son to the other side of the room. He easily ignored the rustling of sheets, the adjusting of two bodies on one bed and the looks and soft words exchanged between them both. He started to type the message he had owed to T'Pau for one long year. End. --------------------------------------------------------------