Title: Yet another Stuff for Farther Meditation 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: Kaiidth! Again, he is obsessed with that woman! I'm writing this little vignette to cheer myself up a little. Hope, you will like it. Not send to greywolf for feedback. Well written just so. English is not my native language, please forgive me my errors. Yet another Stuff for farther Meditation Written by Arachnethe2 He sat onto his matt in a posture, which should guarantee the needed relaxation, so necessary for farther mediation. *Should*, of course. Because Surak developed it, the Gol priests practised it and his mediation master has taught him to use it in time of greatest distraction. But did these great logicians ever realised, how distracted a Vulcan could get around an English teacher? No, of course they didn't. The great logicians were never leaving Vulcan. Perhaps to prevent the confrontation with such an proof of ... Sarek reminded himself to not sigh. Vulcans aren't sighing while meditating. They are reviving the latest events in all calmness and rationality, because, kaiidth, what is, is. So much for the theory and now, back to the praxis. It all started, when he decided, that all his team has to master the main Earth language, beside the common Federation Standard. The reason for his decision was logical. Even Surak wrote in one of his lessons, that the mastered communication is the essential part of any diplomatic relationship. And the communication could be mastered only by the good knowledge of the language. Even if this language was illogical and well... rather ... ah...simple and the English teacher ... kaiidth! Since she entered the embassy nothing seemed to be the same. And not ever his attaché, who was ranting with her the whole time. But his attaché was indeed somehow misplaced for this kind of job. The man was too tradition - bound to bear a stay on a planed which was the symbol for irrationality. And besides, his attaché by all his intelligence was still lacking the English grammar, because ... (How did Miss Greyson say it?) He refused to make his homework. Sarek shifted at his meditation mat. So much things on Earth which he didn't understand. Like for example their English teacher. Always smiling, always in( how is that word?) *good mood*, clad in odd and illogical clothing... Confusing, this woman was simply confusing him. But he still had to ask her. Like for example the question, which was disturbing him for some weeks and for which he still couldn't find any answer. Any *logical* answer... Sarek arose from his mat and headed toward the library. He knew, that this was her most favourite room in the embassy. Besides the kitchen. Better to say beside the corner in the kitchen, where stood the coffee maker. She brought it on her first day in the embassy, saying, that this is the essence of her live and her healthy nerves. Why should human declare this caffeine beverage for their life essence? Sarek asked himself since then. Even the old medical researches have proved, that the caffeine cause cardiac problems. And the humans nervous system? Impossible! Even his own was hard proved by his work with his attaché. Strange these people. Strange and illogical... and fascinating. Sarek reached the library, stopping at the threshold, while looking at the woman of his thoughts. Miss Greyson sat with crossed legs in the chair near the window, holding an apple in one hand and Sarek's PADD in the other. No it wasn't his own English homework. The Vulcan recognised, that this one he borrowed her some days ago. Sarek watched silently for a while the pale skin of her knees, peering through the blue garment of the ripped jeans, the T-Shirt with an indefinable colour and the wire of the translator which one end was connected to the PADD and the other disappeared into the strands of light brown hair, just brushing her throat, when the woman threw back her head in a sudden laughter. Her burst of uncontrolled emotion brought Sarek back to reality. With a hint of discomfort he reminded himself onto his task. Resolutely clad in his dark robe and an unshakeable Vulcan dignity he entered the library. Immediately she spotted him, her laugh still shining in her blue eyes. "Miss Greyson..." "Ambassador?" She said in a tone as if it would be the greatest thing under the sun to meet just him. Sarek gave himself some seconds to get dignified even more before he asked: "May I ask you a question?" "Yes," she kept smiling at him. "Miss Geryson, what purpose is it to wear the clothes in a state of immediate disintegration?" "Why not?" Her answer caught him unprepared. Kaiidth, he was expecting... what was he expecting? "This is illogical," he blurted out falling totally out of concept. "Of course," she looked at him innocently as if wondering over his reaction to such an obvious thing. He turned away, stalked out of the library and went straight to his room, where finally he dropped himself back onto the meditation mat. Again he was confused. Again his investigation brought more questions, than answers. And added some new too. In front of his inner eye flashed up a picture of a beautiful, illogical and fascinating human woman, reading his PADD and bursting out in a sudden laughter. His own most treasured PADD! Kaiidth! What was so amusing, Surak once wrote into his tenets? End. -----------------------------------------------------------------