Title: Intergalactic Encounter Author: Arachnethe2 Series: TOS Code: G Pairing: Sarek/Amanda Disclaimer: Star Trek is the property of Paramount Pictures, this is a piece of amateur fan fiction, made for no profit. Summary: This is my response to Sydvick's challenge: To write a story, no editor, no beta reader, posting immediately after finishing it. But because my Netscape Browser contains only the German spellchecker, so I allowed to myself to use the MS Word 97. Because the challenge requested swimming, it took a little while for me until the idea popped in my mind. English is not my native language, so forgive me my errors, especially, when I have not send it to greywolf my editor. Intergalactic Encounter Written by Arachnethe2 No, Sarek was a Vulcan and Vulcans don't scowl at anything, especially not at the newest edition of 'San Francisco's Gala'. And of course Vulcans are not interested in such illogical institutions like the Rainbow Press. But today it has been an exception. Kaidith! He sipped at his tea once more and straightened his already straight robe and looked at his attaché. "The Vulcan High Council requests an explanation, Ambassador." The young Vulcan looked in every direction, except the one of his superior. "Then I will give one," Sarek restrained himself to not to shrug his shoulders. "I will simply tell the true: I have stand at the edge of the garden pool and talked to the Andorian Ambassador and in the next moment I couldn't breath, because I have been sinking to the bottom." "The human woman told to me, that she simply lost her balance, because of...", the attaché looked into the paper, "...the dammed, pink stilettos," the man read the citation from the article. "A very illogical and unpractical kind of shoes." "It is only the one of many strange examples of the mostly eccentric live style of the humans." "But the way of water movements..." "They are calling it swimming, Ambassador..." "...is indeed very fascinating." Sarek put the empty cup onto the table just beside the photo. The snapshot showed a young woman, kneeling above the half unconscious Sarek and giving him the mouth-to-mouth resuscitation in front of all the guests: the diplomats, the Starfleet admirals, the press...While the big black letters announced: A NEW DEFFINITION OF AN INTERGALACTIC ENCOUNTER. 'And this I have to explain to the Vulcan High Council.' Sarek felt once again, like in the past three month of his stay on Earth, a slight urge to quit the job. And once again he suppressed it. "With your permission Ambassador..." "Yes?" "...I would like to ask to discuss with you the farther work of Miss Greyson in the embassy." "Miss Greyson?" The attache looked poignantly at the photo in the 'Gala'. Finally Sarek got the clue: 'The intergalactic encounter.' He looked back at the man in front of him. "Miss Greyson is our new English teacher." Sarek's eyebrow shot up: "Then in this case, for farther developments of intergalactic encounters, I will re-define her task." Once alone, he poured himself another cup of tea and then he permitted himself a slight sigh. One point he will make to the High Council clear: his job here is all but easy. End. ------------------------------------------------------