This is my next story I have wrote. English is not my language, if 
there is something wrong (the grammatic and other things), please 
mail me on arachne@geocities.com. The same for the feedback.

Disclaimer: The characters belong to Paramount Pictures. This is a 
piece of amateur fan fiction. I make no many of it.



The Card (K/S, R)



Written by Arachne



	Although forty years of marriage with a Vulcan, kept Amanda 
Greyson still some human customs. For example to open and read the 
post during the breakfast. She was not doing it every day, Sarek 
remembered, watching his wife over the dining table in their 
private apartment in the villa of the San Francisco Vulcan 
Embassy. On the Vulcan homeworld she was all correctness and 
logic. Only her visits on Earth seemed to increase her human 
habits.

	Amanda just turned off her terminal only to take attention on the 
pile of papers delivered today morning and just placed between the 
cafe pot, the plate with donuts and vulcan equivalent of biscuits:  
San Francisco Daily Post, Times, the new linguistic bulletin...
Suddenly she stopped, the bulletin still in the hand and looked 
little puzzled at a small white piece of paper, just on the top of the 
Vulcan Messages. With her free hand she picked it up.

 	It was an old fashioned letter, a rare thing in the time of 
electronic post. An envelope with a hand-written address:

				Ambassador Sarek of Vulcan
				and
				Amanda Greyson

				Vulcan Embassy
				Divisaderostreet 6A
				San Francisco

				
	One of the few emotion Vulcans never learned to suppress was the 
curiosity. And Sarek watching his wife still turning the letter in 
her hand, must regain himself not to grab after it. She smiled. Of 
course she did know all he has felt, through their bond. 
Very carefully she opened the envelope.

	Inside was a card made of white hard paper. Both ends of it folded 
together formed an IDIC-symbol. "It's an announce card," she 
smiled on her husband. "And who wants announce what?" Asked Sarek 
back.

	Amanda opened the card and then gasped in astonishment. 


	The commkanal on the table of admiral Nogura beeped three times 
at first, until the old man hit it:

	"Nogura here!" He snapped in more than I'm-disturbed-tone.
 
	"Komac here. Hirachiro, I just got a card..."

	"I too," Nogura looked at this piece of paper neatly placed before 
him. It looked here on the horrible tidied table more as inadequate.

	"Hiro!" Blurted trough the comm.

	Nogura stirred: "What!"

	"You don't listen to me. I ask you for the third time, what do you 
think about it? I mean..., right..., they are adults and they have their 
rights to do it, but ..."

	"There is no regulation against it, Jeff."

	"But they serve on the same ship and they are the highest ranking 
officers there!"

	"As I said," Nogura snapped back, "it didn't happen before, but 
on the other hand, there are no regulations against it"
And with those words he hit the comm and cut this silly 
conversation off.

	He looked on the card again and sighed. There is something, 
Starfleet forget to think about. Perhaps he should make some plans 
how to pretend those things in the future.


	The special agent of the Imperial Rihansu Security smiled. This 
was probably a good day for him. Today was the last day of his 
long undercover mission in the HQ of the Federation Starfleet. And 
he had allowed himself to add the word successful.

	Not only he has gathered all, what the bosses of IRS required from 
him as necessary to get. The last information as a special juicy 
tidbit made the crown of his work.

	He taped satisfied with his fingers on the tape with stolen
informations plus the secretly recorded dialogue between Nogura and 
Komac and then he turned his attention to the card.

	What a souvenir he smiled again, and saw himself on the party on 
Ch'Rihan, staying in the middle of the crowd, the card in the hand 
as an ultimate proof of the top highlight of the Federation 
gossip.


	The evening on Vulcan was the hottest T'Pau could remember in her 
long live. She recognised a slight impatience with she waited for 
the cold night wind from the desert. She left the comfortable bank 
on the window and sat again to her table.

	The card arrived only 15.73 minutes ago. She opened resolutely 
the letter (Vulcans don't waste any time), a thing she has seen 
for the first time in her live.:

				James T. Kirk
				And
				Spock cha'Sarek
				announce...
			   ...they had married on the board of the 
				Enterprise...

	It was really hot today evening.

	T'Pau drank some tea and tried to relax with a simple meditation 
mantra. But somehow it was impossible today, also for the first 
time in her live.

	She looked on the small white piece with such astonishing 
information, but what she saw was red sand, two friends fighting 
against each others, the death of the human, the pain in Vulcan's 
eyes.
 
	'Live long and prosper, Spock.' 

	'There is no prosper for me, T'Pau, I have killed my friend.'

	How big was her relief thereafter as the death James Kirk appeared 
on the screen obviously alive. An another human trick to save 
their vulcan friend.

	T'Pau took both ends of the card and folded them together, until 
they formed the IDIC-symbol again. And then she allowed herself a 
thin satisfied smile.

	Kaiidth, what a universe.

	And as the cold wind from the desert came, she was still sitting 
there.


	"They are so quiet," whispered Jim in a pointed ear just under his 
lips.

	Spock lifted his eyebrow a calm what-do-you-mean-question.

	"I mean our crew, they are planing something." Jim loosed his 
embrace just a little to get a better look at his bondmates face.
 
	"They are behaving too calm. I thing they are planning something."
Spock smiled a bit. "No wonder, ty'hy'la, after we announced, we 
want to marry each other, right now, and no one has had any idea 
about us..."

	At this memory Jim laughed aloud. It was a funny breakfast indeed. 
Scotty almost stifled himself at his porridge and Sulu at his 
green tea and McCoy... Heaven, the face of the good doctor was 
simply indescribable. Only Uhura reminded herself on good 
behaviour and simply said congratulation.

	"What do you insist to do, Jim?" 

	Jim in a very good mood waved generous with his hand: "Whatever 
they insist to do, let them do it." 'And meanwhile...,' he added 
through the bond and gave Spock his look, the Vulcan couldn't 
resist.

	'A good idea ty'hy'la,' and he claimed Jim's mouth.


	The Enterprise was only an hour away from Starbase 1, moving just 
on the impulse, greeting the ships, whose passed her by.


	"Are you ready son?" Scotty asked ensign Chekov.

	"Aye sir," the young man radiated energy and enthusiasms like just 
exploded supernova, his fingers impatiently ready to hit the 
button.

	"Boys, I don't know this is a good idea," Uhura shook her head.

	"It is a wonderful idea," snorted McCoy back and gave Chekov a 
look, daring him to do it for god's sake.

	And Chekov did.

	Men and their silly toys, signed Uhura toward Janice Rand and she 
gave an affirmative sigh back.


	Between the warpgondels of the Enterprise hung a big white sheet 
with big black letters:

					JUST MARRIED

	And the federation flagship returned home.


End
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G'Kar to Drazi: "A rodenberry is something you eat?" (konezny)