Title: Swimsuit? Author: Arachnethe2 Series: TOS Code:PG-13 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: You all wanted more, then there is the sequel. My RL, indeed, didn't allowed me to write it, until now. But I told to myself, that there is never late for such thing... Ahem...what? I meant writing, what did *you* thought? English is not my native language, so forgive me my errors, especially, if again I have spared greywolf the work. But, well, this is the part of the challenge. Swimsuit? Written by Arachnethe2 'This will be a long afternoon,' Amanda thought in a deep discomfort, while standing at the edge of the pool in the garden of the Vulcan embassy, starring at the blue and green tiles of the bottom and being total bereft of the mood to simply jump in and enjoy the swim. 'Be dammed the idea to take this job', she swore for the at minim tenth time in the last two minutes. But, what should she do? She needed the money for the next semester, so she took the first occasion, having never, ever for a second, an idea, how it is like to explain to the Vulcan attaché the difference between 'past tense' and 'simply past'! "Indeed Miss Greyson I must consider it as very illogical to deal with happenings, which have evidently passed and as such don't deserve as much attention as your, otherwise very simply designed, language is paying to them." Wonderful, really wonderful! But the highlight of this all had occurred two days ago, thanks to a pair of that dammed shoes. Or should she better kill her friend, whose had talked her to wear them, and she did, although the last six years of her life she had been used to walk in the moccasins? Oh my gowd! Remembering this, she blushed again. And remembering her meeting with his highly stiff Excellency the Ambassador today morning, she felt herself to blush even more. Or better remembering the reason, why she had been here: "I have decided Miss Greyson, that for farther developments of the intergalactic encounters..." Oh boy, let a Vulcan read the yellow press.... "...your task here in the embassy needs to be a little modified..." ...oh no, your English is just fine... "...and because I find the water movements..." ...swimming, ambassador, swimming... "...very fascinating, so I would ask you..." ...ahem what? Are you kidding!? Of course not, Vulcans never do. Amanda's frustration deepened: 'God help me! I'm a teacher, not a baywatch Blondie!' "Greetings Miss Greyson." The unexpected voice just behind her back made her jerk. But the Vulcan only lifted his eyebrow. If he ever had noticed, that the blood in her veins almost stopped, then he didn't let it show. An another 'nice' attitude of the inhabitants of the embassy: they all used to move like a cross between ghost and criminal. Finally she had found her voice back: "Ahem... so we can begin..." "Anything else would be an illogical waste of time." With some precious movements Sarek pulled of his robe, then stepped to the edge of the pool and carefully, he examined the temperature of the water with the tip of his toe. Then he turned back to the human woman, but the sudden unusual expression in her face irritated him somehow. Not, that he could interpret all, what the humans were meaning. Better say since his arrival to Earth he had lived in a state of permanent confusion. But this... kaidith, indeed very fascinating.... Finally Amanda found her voice: "Ambassador, where is your swimsuit?" "Swimsuit?" No! She had decided, first: to ignore the for sure ten litres of blood in her face and second: to look *only* direct into the eyes of the man. "Yes, swimsuit." "What is it?" Shit, did God created the Vulcans to prove the humanity? She took a deep breath and a patient tone of a teacher: "A swimsuit is piece of cloth, which humans are wearing when they are going to swim." "And with which purpose?" "To cover, to cover..." Amanda, look straight into his eyes! "Ah...I see...," Sarek lifted his second eyebrow," I have never seen the logic behind this custom. And besides, I find it illogical to wear a piece of cloth, which is actually only destined to get wet." He turned back to the pool and again he put the tip of his toe into the water. Behind him, Amanda almost exploded: 'Your logic!' But again she reminded herself onto her 're-defined task'. "Well," she said then, "we can start..." He looked at her: "You are saying it for the second time..." "...it's quiet easy. You will see. Soon you will not need to be rescued." " On Vulcan, such a task is always kept in honour." "Which task?" "You have saved my life, Miss Greyson." "At the cost of your own honour..." Sarek felt, that his eyebrows are going to remain lifted up for the whole afternoon. "Are you thinking so?" "Well...", she desperately tried to hold his gaze... "And which human custom, would restore my honour back?" "Perhaps a marriage..." Amanda! What are you babbling! "This decision contains some logic. I should accept it." What? "Ambassador forget it, this was only a joke!" "Vulcans are never joking." This has been too much. She should quit or... She took a deep breath and jumped into the pool. The cool water embraced her, calmed her, when as quickly as she could swam to the opposite end. And then back again. When she looked up, she had found Sarek in exact the same position: standing at the edge of the pool, his eyebrows lifted in a slight irritation, wearing... ...nothing! "So... as you have seen... after some while you will swim as well like me. At first I will show you some basics today. Get into the water... No! Over there... use the stairs..." She gestured nervously toward the other end of the pool. Sarek obeyed, all dignity and coolness of a naked Vulcan. She sighed and for a moment she put her face onto the backs of her hands. This arrogant, pointy eared, doubleridged (oh boy!) smartass. This will be really a long afternoon. End. ---------------------------------------------------------